When Does Hiccup's Dad Die Novels & Stories

I stare at Dad’s face, taking in all the lines and scars. All my life, he’s looked like this. Old. Tired. Stressed from all the lies, he's been telling all his life. Bubbles form around his mouth, some floating into the air. Suddenly, he begins to convulse, and his eyes roll back into his head. Staring at the white of his eyeballs is freaky as fuck, and I pinch my eyes shut. When I open them again, dad is gone. Instead, Paula is lying beside me.

’ he wiped away the unshed tears. “Nico?” his dad came up behind with him a candle. “kid? Are you okay? You’re panting... were you running around?” Nico threw himself into his embrace. “Am I crazy dad... am I?” “What happened? You’re not crazy Nico. Just tell me what happened dad will solve it for you hmm..” he gently wiped the tears off his pale cheeks. Nico sniffled softly. “is... is mum really dead?”

I glanced at Zion, who shared a look with the others. What were they hiding now? “No, bro. We were busy with your dad in the emergency department,” said Killian. I gaped at him in a state of shock. “What happened to Dad?” “He had a cardiac arrest when the cops called him to inform him about your mom’s death. Lucy called the guards outside, and they brought him here. Ever since, he has slipped into a coma,” said Killian.

Charles (voice cracking): “He’s… he’s gone, Dad. He passed away this morning. The hospital said… cardiac arrest.” There was a pause. Dad (roaring): “WHAT? What do you mean gone?! Charles—stop talking nonsense! We saw him yesterday—he was fine!” Charles: “I’m at the hospital. I saw him. He’s cold, Dad…” A deep, guttural wail escaped from the other end. The line went dead. Within an hour, the whole family began arriving at the hospital. The Hospital Scene The corridor outside the ICU was flooded with confusion, sobs, and disbelief. Nurses tried to maintain order, but the tension was electric.

The time stamp of the video read 1:07 pm. Just as I wiped the tears at my eyes, I heard Dad's broken voice. “That was the last video,” he whispered. “Because that was the day... she died… at 3:05pm. “That was two hours after that… last video. The doctors called it cardiac arrest… but there was no reason whatsoever for it.” I slowly lifted my gaze to him. And for the first time in my life, I saw my father, the heartless monster Duncan Ryder, crying! Though he tried his best to mask it from me, with the tears falling silently and his jaw clenched as he turned his face away, as if ashamed of his grief.

Taped at the corners where it had torn. I opened to the first page. *September 3. Mom died today. I didn't cry. Dad cried. The doctors cried. I watched. I wrote: 3:15 pm, doctor said "I'm sorry." 3:16 pm, dad fell down. 3:20 pm, nurse gave him a pill. 3:45 pm, dad slept. I sat in the hall. 6:30 pm, aunt came. 7:00 pm, we went home. I didn't cry. I don't know how.*

Laying there I realized that I was just going through the motions of everyday life. The Next Morning I went through the motions again while dressing myself and went downstairs to the dining room for breakfast, as I sat down I noticed that John and my father isn’t in the room yet. “Jon, do you know where our fathers are?” “In my office, I believe that they are discussing what they found out at the hospital yesterday.” “Oh, then we should know something shortly.” He nods as he watches the servers come in with our meals. After being served my father and John walks In. “There will be a meeting in the office after we finish eating.” John let us know. As we finish up with breakfast one by one we

Like he was doing something fun. After the beeping sounds turned into one line constant sounds. He stopped. He finally lifted the pillow and pouted when his father’s face looked so pale and of course he was no longer alive. “Oh dear father. I absolutely will not miss you at all. Thank you for the years of suffering you gave us. I hope you rot in hell.” He put the pillow back to its original place. He stopped for a minute to face him. Chuckled when he truly saw that Lucas Wayne was dead.

He stood up and faced them. “Doc, how’s my Dad? Is he stable?” He tried to be calm. The doctor took off his surgical mask and started talking. “We’re very sorry, but your father didn’t make it. We did everything we can to revive him but he is gone. Sorry.” The doctor bid him goodbye and slowly walked away together with his team. His knees lost strength so he slowly sat down. He can’t digest the word that the doctor said. Did he lose his dad? He is dead. Both of their parents are now gone.

I muttered back slowly, “it was not up to a month after Lily died, grandpa died too from an attack. It was hectic for my mum and I. she has always known him and he took care of her since when she was small. We both mourned him and Lily together even more than his children. One day dad came with a girl my age and announced her as his daughter, I guess he was waiting for his father to die so he would show his real colors.