Sorry this took so long >< Schoooolll and family orz
Request: So long as it isn’t any bother…hmm…maybe intersex!Jack has a baby but there’s some difficulty with the birth and the baby nearly dies? Jack is sobbing in Hiccup’s arms, convinced their baby is dead until he hears their child crying for the first time? It’s fine if you don’t to, you’re so kind for offering x
Not even that word can comprehend the emotions that wrack my soul as my essence slowly leaves my body through the tears that trickle past my cheeks.
I thought I knew true sorrow when my father’s throat was cut before me, those beady, dark green eyes staring into my very soul while mocking laughter scarred my ears.
But I was wrong.
I thought I knew how it felt to have the ground ripped out from underneath me, forcing me to fall into the darkest pit of despair.
But I was wrong.
This… this is far, far worse.
I’m falling past the old pit of despair, and descending into the deepest and darkest places of hell itself.
No sound carries all the way down here, not even my boyfriend’s voice that’s always filled me with light.
I can hear him trying to speak to me, but his words just… don’t make it down here.
I know I won’t make it…
My body gets pulled closer against Hiccup’s, I can tell by the pressure yet I’m becoming completely numb.
They said she’d make it.
They said our unborn baby would live through the birth process even though it’s normally highly improbable.
Why did they lie to us…? Why would they lie to a couple who could only find solace in themselves and what their love could produce?
I’m breaking -
I can feel my flesh burning and peeling off my skin as if it were nothing but salt dissolving in water.
This is it.
Our last chance at redemption – gone.
Are we not supposed to be happy in this life…? Am I and Hiccup doomed to die of heart-break in this life so we may live a happier life in the future?
We fit together like adjoining puzzle pieces – same height… same everything.
Well, almost everything.
Maybe if I just… let go, I won’t have to feel this sadness anymore–
and that breeze…? Why is there a breeze all the way down here? It feels warm and comforting…
It’s even chasing the burning sensation away.
Wait… is that… crying? I thought nothing could penetrate the thick fog of hell. Yet, this soft, high pitched crying only got… louder.
And louder and louder–
I snap my eyes open, being blinded by light. I then scan the area, desperately searching for the source of the cry – as does Hiccup.
After a few seconds, one of the nurses chocks. “She’s alive!” And all I remember doing is turning to Hiccup, seeing his small freckled face filled with such tremendous joy that we locked lips.
Even in the darkest part of my soul, there is still hope in the form of a breeze.
And that’s what we decided to call her.
THANK YOU SO MUCH PHAGE. EVERYONE READ THIS, IT’S AMAZING!