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tea ([personal profile] inquisitivetea) wrote2010-08-26 08:15 pm
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How to Train Your Dragon Fanfic: Helheim's Gate 5/8

Title: Helheim's Gate
Author: inquisitivetea
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: This part features Hiccup, Toothless, Fishlegs, Astrid, Snotlout, Ruffnut, Tuffnut, and just a little bit of Stoick. And again with the tiny bit of Hiccup/Astrid.
Spoilers: This fic will spoil the end of the movie.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. I barely own my computer.
Summary: Something is wrong with Toothless. Hiccup will go to Hel and back to fix it.
Author’s notes: Special thanks to my beta reader, Backroads.

Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six

Helheim's Gate

Chapter Five

It's just about sun up, but I open the door slowly. I grimace in expectation, but it doesn't creak at all. I let out a heavy breath in relief. Toothless is on his feet by the fire, watching me calmly. "Come on, Toothless," I whisper from the doorway, gesturing for him to come with my hand, "We're going out. Quietly, now."

Toothless hurries forward. I cringe as his tail knocks down a few spears near the door.

Something crashes upstairs. "Hiccup?" Dad calls out.

I climb onto Toothless's back as Dad's footsteps pound down the stairs.


"Morning, Dad! Let's go buddy!"

Toothless rushes out of the house and we move like water through the village.

"Down to the beach! We're going to find your mom."

Toothless roars just before he leaps up into the air.

"Not so loud!"

He lets out a quieter roar as we soar.

When we arrive, Astrid is sitting on the shore with her Nadder. She's leaning back against the dragon as she sharpens her axe with a stone.

"I thought you'd be here first," she says as I climb off of Toothless.

"I got distracted, I guess."

"Your dad?" she asks.

"You heard us?"

"It was kind of hard not to."

"Figures." I shrug. "Well, I went out last night and I talked to this guy I've never seen before. He has like a hook or something instead of a right hand. Have you ever seen him around?"

Astrid looks at me a moment with her mouth open. "... No... I haven't."

"I thought I knew everyone in the tribe, but..." I shake my head.

"I'm sure it's not important," she says, nodding quickly. "Did he say anything important?"

"He made me swear to talk to the Elder, I don't know what that's about."

"Right," she says, "No right hand?"

"No right hand."

"... Oh, the twins are here. Good. I. Good."

"Astrid, is something wrong?"

"Nope! Nothing's wrong."

Ruffnut and Tuffnut glide in on their Zippleback. "Morning," Ruffnut says sleepily as Tuffnut stretches and yawns.

Soon, Fishlegs comes up next to them on a Gronckle, and Snotlout arrives on his Nightmare.

I climb up onto Toothless and Astrid hops up onto her Nadder.

"Are your parents awake too?" I ask everyone.

They all nod.

"This is going to work," I assure them, and myself. "Everyone ready?"

"Did anyone else skip breakfast?" Snotlout asks.

"Trust me," I say, "You're not going to need it. Make sure your dragons know where we're going. And make sure you follow us."

"Got it," Astrid says.

I pat Toothless's neck. "All right, Toothless. Time to go back. To Helheim."

He launches up. When we're over the ocean I try to see if I can sense the dive, but it's just like the last time; we continue on through the air, past the places we've been and on to the dark island. I look back at times to make sure everyone else is with us. So far, they are.

"This is going to work," I say again. "It has to."

The air is frigid when we go into the cave.

"It's freezing in here!" Ruffnut yells, and her voice echoes.

"Loudmouth!" Tuffnut calls just as loudly.

"Are we going to meet Modgud?" Fishlegs asks.

"I don't know," I say.

"How will we know when we're there?" Astrid asks.

A roar echoes through the cave, accompanied by a burst of wind.

"That might be a clue," I answer.

"I've got this, guys," Snotlout says, "I'm going to rip that giant dog into small giant pieces of a giant dog. With my foot. For Toothless. It's going to be amazing."

"That's the spirit!" I tell him, "You didn't seem so sure before."

"We'll we're here," he says, "And I'm--" He disappears. Without a sound, he and his Nightmare are just gone.

"Uh, what just happened?" Ruffnut says.

"What I was afraid of," I tell her, "They're finding us already. That's okay, we can still go forward with Plan A."

"Before we can do that, we need to find Garm," Astrid says.

"It can't be much farther," I say. "Come on, come on, where are you?" I spot something gray as Toothless slows down. "Modgud!" I call out.

"What?" Astrid says.

"Where is she?" Tuffnut asks.

Toothless lands next to her. The others follow suit.

"Many dragons," Modgud says in her quiet voice, looking around at all of us.

"Yeah, I brought some friends," I tell Modgud. "I think this is going to work. Modgud, these are my friends. Guys, this is Modgud."

"Great goddess Modgud," Astrid says. She and her dragon bow their heads low.

"Uh, hi," Ruffnut says with a wave.

"Wow," Fishlegs murmurs beside me.

"She doesn't look like a bird," Tuffnut says.

Another burst of wind comes at us as a roar echoes.

"Sounds closer!" Astrid says.

"Well, we'd better get going," I tell Modgud. "Come on, everyone!"

As we take flight, I hear Modgud's voice in my ear. "I hope it helps," she says.

We turn a sharp corner into a cavern.

"This is new," I say.

"You've never been here before?" Astrid asks.

"Guys," Ruffnut says, "I think we found it."

Garm is actually probably three times the size of my house. His four red eyes blink as if independent of each other, and the teeth he bares as he growls are jagged and yellow. When he sees us, huge black claws grow out of his paws. He makes one swipe at us, a warning probably, and I can feel the force of his paw through the air.

Right behind him is a gate about the same height as he is.

Helheim's gate.

"That's him," I say as we hover together. "My dream wasn't exactly to scale. Fishlegs, what's your take on this?"

"Health: 4800--"

"What? Before it was--"

"He's bigger than I thought he would be!" Fishlegs says.

"Fine, go on!"

"Well--" Fishlegs pauses. "Oh no."

"What?" I ask.

He and his Gronckle disappear.

Ruffnut and Tuffnut swear at the same time.

"This is not going well," Astrid says.

"Okay, we've got three dragons left," I say, "We can still do this."

"Hiccup..." Astrid says.

Garm charges at us.


Just before he reaches us, he jerks back. There's a chain attached to his throat.

"Thanks Modgud," I say.

Garm lets out a roar. The force of his breath comes at us in a strong burst.

"So that's where the wind was coming from," I murmur.

"Hiccup," Astrid says urgently, "What's the plan?"

"All right, Plan... B? Is that where we are?"

"There is no Plan B!" Tuffnut yells.

"There is one now!" I yell back. "Ruff and Tuff, gas the place so Garm can't see us."

"On it!" they both say.

"What are you going to do?" Astrid asks me.

"We're just gonna have to go for it," I tell her. "Do you still trust me?"

"Always," she says grimly.

"... Thank you. Thanks." I take a deep breath. "You do realize I have earned one really long kiss from you in the past two days...?"



"Survive first," she tells me.

"Okay, let's go around and get Toothless to the gate."

The gas is working. I can barely see Garm as we fly through the green cloud. He does bark and growl, though, which helps us avoid him on our way to the gate.

"Toothless," I say. I rub his neck. "I love you. Go find your mom, okay?" I unhook my pegleg and slowly push myself up so I'm standing on Toothless. The artificial tail fin closes on its own and we start to go down. I jump off and land behind Astrid on her Nadder.

Toothless lands on the other side of the gate.

"Go, Toothless!" I call out.

"Hiccup, hold on!" Astrid cries.

Garm has figured us out. I lower myself and hold onto to Astrid's shoulders. The hound turns and leaps out of the gas cloud. His jaws snap at us as he leaps in our direction, but Astrid navigates on the Nadder to avoid him.

"Wow that thing can jump!" I say.

"Is that it?" Astrid asks. "Is it done?"

"It's--" I don't get to finish.

Astrid and her Nadder are gone.

"Whoooooaaa!" The ground is coming up fast and I have nothing to hold on to.

"Hiccup!" the twins yell out. They're too far. They won't catch me in time.

"This is it," I say, "Just like my dream." I guess it was meant to happen, anyway. I shut my eyes just as Garm charges at me.


It doesn't hurt.

I open my eyes and sit up. I'm on the floor in an empty room. Dim, gray light flows in through the window. Like in the cave, but brighter. When I exhale, I can barely see that my breath comes out in a fog. It's strange, because I don't feel cold.

"Hello?" I call out as I stand.

Water is leaking into the room under the door. The whole floor is flooded. My pants should be wet, but I can't feel it. I rub my leg with my fingers. I feel nothing. "Hello?" I try again as I reach the door.

Just as I touch the handle, it opens.

"Hello," the woman in front of me says. There she is, blonde and beautiful, wearing her breastplate, a huge smile on her face.

"... Mom?" I breathe.

"They said I knew you," she replies. "Oh, Hiccup!"

I don't know what to do. What to say. "Mom!" I wrap my arms around her. She's round and sturdy and she's real. It's like holding onto a rock.

"My Hiccup," she says gently. Something stiff rubs my head. "You're so big."

I release her so I can look at her. "I thought I'd never get to see you again," I tell her. Then I hold her again. "I really missed you."

She pulls away and looks me up and down. "How's your father?"

"He's the same as always," I say.

"You got along all right?"

"We have our moments," I admit, "But we get over them. Uh, Mom? What's with this water?" It's midway up my shin, and I still can't feel it through my pants.

"That's supposed to be there."


"What happened here?" she asks, gesturing to my pegleg.

"Oh, dragons. You know how it is."

"Dragons," she says, nodding. "Hard times."

"Yes, but... It's better now. I wish you could see it."

She blinks. "You killed them?"

"Oh, it's not like that anymore. I have my own dragon. His name is Toothless. He's a Night Fury, but he's a good dragon. He takes care of me."

"Wasn't it dangerous to keep a dragon?" she asks with a frown.

"Dad thinks so, but it's really okay."

The water is past my knee now. My pants are soaked but I still can't feel it. "Is it always like this? With the water?"

"It's for you," Mom says.

"The water's for me? Isn't there a better way to welcome me to Valhalla?"

She pats my head. It's like someone's tapping my head with a stone tablet. "This is a peaceful death, Hiccup."

I press my palm to my forehead. "Oh man, Dad's going to kill me," I say. "Wait. Mom, I thought you died fighting."

"I told your father to tell you that so you wouldn't worry about me."

"But. But that means... We're both in Helheim?" Now the water's at my waist. "You know what, I think I'm actually okay with that."

"That's right, Hiccup," she says, "Stay with me. They want to do awful things to you, but I told them you'd make the right choice."

Now the water is moving quickly up my ribcage. "Who's they?" I ask.

"The gods," she replies.

"Oh. What kind of stuff did they want to do?"

"Terrible things!" she nearly yells. "They wanted to put you in danger. Take you away from me so you'd go to Valhalla!"

"Whoa, calm down, Mom," I say. "It's okay. I'm here now. Uh, is this water going to stop any time soon?"

"Just relax, Son," she says, "Let it take you."

I still can't feel the water, even though it's at my neck. I try to tread water, but my metal foot is too heavy. I sink.

Did you know that you sink? Astrid's voice says in my head.

"Astrid," I say as the water reaches my chin.

Hiccup! she yells in the back of my mind, Wake up!

"Astrid!" I say again. I actually feel wet and cold. My heart pounds in my chest. "I have to go. I have to take care of Toothless and-and Dad. And Astrid... I..."

"Stay." Mom holds on tight to my hand, pulling me down.

"Mom. No." I try to tug my hand away but her fingers are like a clamp.

"Stay with me," she insists.

"I can't stay. I can't!"

"The gods will destroy you!" she cries. "Just relax, Hiccup. Rest. You're tired. You can always rest now."

My nose burns. "Mom, I love you." This is the hardest thing I'll ever have to do in my life, and I might not even be alive anymore. "But I want to go to Valhalla."

"You're such a beautiful boy," she says. She touches my cheek. It's like rubbing a cold, smooth stone against my skin. "Won't you stay with me?"

"Goodbye, Mom."

I pry her hand off and turn and try to paddle to the doorway. My metal foot weighs me down like a tether. "I'm not dead," I say as I try to keep my nose above water. "I'm not dead. Oh gods, please, I'm not dead."

"Hiccup, it's okay!" Mom insists. She grabs me from behind, wrapping her arms around me.

"Astrid!" I say, kicking with my right foot as I try to shake her off, "Dad! Toothless! Somebody! Gluh--!"

Mom's weight pulls me down beneath the surface and water floods my mouth.

Then it hits me. My mouth!

I try to work my arm free from Mom's grasp, but she's too strong. I manage to get my fingers into my pocket and flick it out. It leaves a gray trail in the water as it floats up in front of me. With the last breath I'm holding, I say a short prayer. Then I suck the feather into my mouth and bite down, hard.


"Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Third," a different woman says.

I cough up a mouthful of water and look up. I'm cold and dripping wet and on the floor of another dim room. There's a green fire in front of me, but it gives off no heat. I stand up and turn around. "That's me."

"I'm going to have to have a talk with Modgud about those feathers."

As she speaks, I feel the wet, soft thing in my mouth and spit it out. Then I slip it into my pocket.

The woman looks normal at first. She has light hair and dark, gray eyes. She wears a black cloak that's draped over her shoulders. Her pale hands are folded at her stomach. Then I see her legs, shriveled and black, sticking out from under the cloak.

"Toothless?!" I exclaim.

Toothless stands at her ankles, purring and rubbing his head up against her thin, nasty shin.

"The way my son talks about you," the woman says, "I thought you'd be a little... taller."

My mind goes blank. I know that voice from my dreams. I cannot actually believe what it's saying. Toothless is...

The unholy offspring of lightning and death itself.

I fall to my hands and knees. I don't know if it's because I'm cold and wet, or because of the shock, or because I'm suddenly scared for my life; I just know I'm on the floor and I probably belong there.

Death itself.

"... Holy Hel."


Chapter Six