Reminiscing [Closed to Kang]
Time blurred for Stoick as he sat vigilantly by Hiccup's bedside in the medbay. The passing of time he hardly notice as he waited for any sign of improvement in his son's condition. The doctor's uninspiring comment that it was possible Hiccup might be lost to Valhalla was what kept Stoick from leaving.
And perhaps it was his own stubborn nature that kept him there: knowing that Hiccup was strong enough to recover; now if only he would. There hadn't been much, if any, sign of change and while Hiccup was still alive for the most part, even that could change quickly. It was not easy for Stoick, who in addition to this, was wrestling with his own demons of guilt and sorrow.
He rose to gently squeeze his son's hand before stepping outside for a few minutes. He needed to stretch his legs, and grab a breath of fresh air.
And perhaps it was his own stubborn nature that kept him there: knowing that Hiccup was strong enough to recover; now if only he would. There hadn't been much, if any, sign of change and while Hiccup was still alive for the most part, even that could change quickly. It was not easy for Stoick, who in addition to this, was wrestling with his own demons of guilt and sorrow.
He rose to gently squeeze his son's hand before stepping outside for a few minutes. He needed to stretch his legs, and grab a breath of fresh air.