Making peace.
That's what they called itthose lucky few with the opportunity to prepare for death. Those who were lucid in their last breaths, who knew when death was inevitable, spent their final thoughts reflecting on their lives. From silent eulogies conducted in the privacy of their hearts to loud laments directed at their chosen faith, humans wanted to find meaning in their lives and deaths.
Not Hiccup. He had every intention of clearing his head and rushing straight into the afterlife. No lamentation necessary. No nostalgia. He harbored no fear for what awaited him on the Other Side and held no attachment to this world. He was ready to let go.
Unfortunately for Hiccup, his mind had a mind of its own.
Humans weren't meant to live forever.
His head dropped against the wall. Dull pain resonated through his skull but he couldn't feel itnot really. Not amongst the throbbing
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