Burdened With Purpose
Chapter 1 - Prologue
Tagging: @evilwriter37 @cabeverian
Summary: A Httyd fic based on the world of Portal/Half-Life.
The world has been ruined, torn apart by robots who intend on replacing all life on Earth, but humanity isn't done yet. Astrid lives in the village of Berk, one of the last few human settlements alive. Hoping to find something to strengthen their defenses, she goes out to find a way and stumbles upon an old research facility that may have everything to do with the state of the world.
Warnings: Mentions of terminal illness, a dying character
Ratings: Teen and Up
Words: 1 050
Fandom: How to Train Your Dragon
Characters: Hiccup, Viggo
Pairing: Vigcup
Author's Note:
Sometimes I think of creating an AU based on the world of Portal, but never really got it off the ground. That is until I imagined some of the drama I could write and now here we are.
Very excited for this one!
Same rules apply here as with Just a Kid. The rating and tags will change as the story progresses.
Enjoy! :)
-XOXOX-
Viggo Grimborn despises the way his body has turned on him. He should still be in his prime, he’s barely halfway throug his 30s. Yet, he sits in front of the fireplace dressed in his warmest clothes with a robe on top and he’s still cold. The dark circles under his eyes have deepend, he’s lost weight and his dark hair is showing signs of gray. Grimborns don’t tend to gray so early in life.
And he’s wheezing. Coughing and wheezing because his lungs have been utterly destroyed and he has no one to blame but himself.
It hurts to breathe.
With shaking hands, he grabs the pill bottle on the small table next to him and takes two pain killers. They’re strong, it’s double the right dose, but Viggo is far beyond caring at this point. Then he grabs his glass of port wine to wash it all down.
What a wreck he has become. The media and the newspapers wonder why there hasn’t been a public sighting of him for months now and he can’t stomach the idea of coming clean.
He’s sick and that’s a private matter.
A door opens and closes softly, but those hurried footsteps are barely muffled by the thick carpet before a hand quickly grabs Viggo’s glass from him. Unfortunately, those pills are already long gone.
“Viggo, how many times do I have to tell you not to take your medication with alcohol?!” The sickly man looks up to his partner and finds Hiccup glaring down at him, his glass in hand and other hand on his hip.
Viggo huffs and dismisses the lecture.
“What does it matter?” He asks. “I’m done.”
Just a week ago their private phycisian told them the terrible news; he’s terminal. He probably has only months.
Months Hiccup would very much like to have with him, which they can’t if Viggo continues to wash his pills down with a strong drink instead of water.
“You’re not done. Who knows, there could be a way to help you tomorrow or a week from now. We don’t give up!” Hiccup wastes the drink, throwing it in the fire. It fuels it, makes it grow bigger for a second before it returns to its original size. Viggo considers it a good metaphor for his anger. Hiccup stands there, rubbing his temple where a stress headache brews.
“Reckless,” Viggo shakes his head.
“I remember when I took you on exactly for that recklessness. And your unorthodox, brilliant brain, of course. In a mass of researchers and interns and people calling themselves the future of science, you were actually promising,” he reminisces with his eyes closed.
Viggo can’t say he has loved anyone before he met Hiccup. He was just 18 years old then, ahead of everyone else with a head full of ideas no one wanted to listen to and yet with a fire that would burn them all down. The day they met, he knew he had to have him by his side. It’s been two years since then and just a month after their wedding, they were told he was sick.
Viggo opens his eyes to look at him, watches as he appears to stare into the fire deep in thought himself, fist to his chin.
They’ve called him a gold digger and a boytoy. He’s been sneered at and his father refuses to talk to him. For what other reason would he marry a man much older than himself if not because he’s either scheming or too naive to think for himself?
But Viggo nows better. He knows him intimately. Hiccup was the only person in the entire world worthy of being his equal and he still proves that every day.
Not even Ryker is in his life anymore. And once news of his death reaches him...
“Hiccup, my company…” The man has to swallow. He wishes his lungs would stop burning with every breath. Wishes he didn’t feel so weak, he would yank the young man into his arms and carry him to bed if he had the strength.
Instead, he can’t even sit in a way he considers dignified anymore.
Hiccup turns to him, his features soft and worried. He steps closer, sitting down on the cushy arm chair on the other side of the small table and takes his nearest hand. “Don’t worry about any of that right now. You need to think about yourself.”
Instead of listening, Viggo continues.
“I won’t make it. When I’m no longer here-”
Hiccup takes his hand back and shoots up, refusing to hear another word.
“No! You’ll be just fine!” He argues. He wouldn’t know what to do with himself if his husband were to die on him.
“I won’t! And we both know it!” Despite the wheezing, Viggo manages a hard tone.
“When I’m gone. I want you to take over from me. The company and all its assets, both liquid and otherwise, will be yours. Every patent we own will be yours. I can trust no one else with them.”
“You’ll make it,” there’s a crack in Hiccup’s voice. “You’ll make it and you’ll finish your last project and then it won’t be your last anymore because there will be others.”
Viggo is too tired to even shake his head at his stubborness. How can he make him so angry, yet so infatuated with him at the same time? He’s the only one who has ever made him face the fact that love truly does exist. And the way his body used to melt with his when they were still capable of making love made him believe there was such a thing as the divine as well. But his mind, the hours spent together working with him, competing against him, those were the times when he truly felt alive, happy.
Viggo’s body is dying. His very last project was secret even to Hiccup and at this rate, he’ll never see it finished.
Unless… Yes, his body is dying, but that doesn’t mean all of him will be gone. His legacy will continue and Hiccup will be burdened with it.
“My company is yours,” he repeats once more. “You’ll take over.”
“No,” Hiccup crosses his arms, stubborn. “I’m not going to take over.”
“And you can’t make me.”
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Half Life - Across/Into the Spiderverse AU. Think fast.
Explanations and some ramblings below the cut!
Miles Morales -> Alyx Vance
RIPeter Parker -> Gordead Freeman
Peter B Parker -> Gordon Feetman
Gwen Stacy -> Chell bc I said so
Spider Noir -> Gordon Freemind
Penni Parker -> Grace Freeman (guys she's trans omg)
Peter Porker -> Cuphead AU Gordon (doesn't have a name yet)
The Prowler -> Judith Mossman
Kingpin -> Wallace Breen
Kingpin's grunts -> Various Combine ranks
Jess Drew -> Azian Vance (SHE'S ALIVE WOAHHH)
Pavitr Prabhakar -> Gordon B Freeman (Y2KVR)
Hobie Brown -> Doug Rattman
Miguel O'Hara -> Gman (possibly an alt ver of Coolatta but idk yet)
Mayday Parker -> Joshua Freeman
Spider-Byte -> Russel (HL:A)
The Spot -> Benrey (Half Life version)
The idea behind this AU is that "Spiderman" is instead "The One Free Man," though the title changes depending on who's in the HEV suit. In the timeline we follow, Gordon gets killed after a second HEV suit just kinda *shows up* in the timeline without explanation, and Alyx puts it on, taking his place as The One Free Man.
ITSV plays out similarly with the Combine doing some Wacky Shit™ that brings other universes together (HLVRAI, Freeman's Mind, ect). Instead of jumping universes to completely different planets, they want to jump to the *same* planet in a different universe, an ability they ALMOST achieved before Alyx came through with her Freemanverse entourage and blew up the Citadel.
In the explosion, though, was Benrey. Not HLVRAI Benrey, but a different version of him. Gordon M Freeman (HLVRAI) is here after the events of his universe, so to him, this other Benrey is both a potential threat, and a second chance, while Alyx sees a potential ally and friend.
Half Life Benrey story:
The Combine already got to his world
They couldn't assimilate his species into their army because their regen abilities reversed anything done to them
Benrey managed to flee to Xen in one way or another
Lived there for a while
Gordon Pushed a Crystal™ and opened the rift
Benrey saw him fighting Nihlanth before getting taken to Earth in a portal storm
Lived there in hiding for like 2 minutes before-
The Combine showed up and destroyed the place
Benrey runs for a good part of his life
Captured by the Combine as a teenager
Lived in the upper parts of the Citadel for 8 years
When it explodes, he becomes Spot
Blames Gordon (and thus, the Resistance) for what happened to him and hates the Combine
He becomes his own 3rd party in the war
Alyx convinces him to join their side
FUCK the Combine they SUCK >:(
I have more ideas but i forgor
Just take this in the meanwhile! :)
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Hunger
Ghosts need to eat.
And you’re brain’s probably went to a dark place immediately, but no. There’s nothing cannibalistic or depraved about it.
There are plants based on ectoplasm, animals that reform. The Ghost zone simply has food. And ghosts eat it to survive, just as humans do.
In addition, ghosts do not tend to eat in meals.
In the Terminal, that lawless place in the shadow of Pariah’s Keep, they scavenge. They eat frequently, and whatever they can get their hands on.
Whereas in Elysium, the major Greek kingdom, they host meals. Roughly every earth fortnight, they will hold a massive banquet and eat until every one of them is satiated.
In such a place as a kingdom of the ghost zone, none go hungry. It is a value most everybody shares.
Then there is Danny.
Danny who does not know any better, the Phantom who has been starving for so long he is used to it, the boy that eats nothing but the excess ectoplasm his parents make him clean out of the ecto-filtrator.
He knows nothing of food. Has never known anything expect his volatile core and finicky abilities.
oOo
And now that she took a step back and actually looked, Pandora could see. This child’s core was something erratic, as though he’d been consuming raw ectoplasm. And his aura was faint enough that he must have been eating little of that, still.
That- that couldn’t be healthy. Pandora was no expert on the limits of those so liminal as to be halflings, but he was still a child. Even in the Wastes ghosts did not come so unhealthy as this.
But then, if he was liminal, and of the human realm, it was no surprise he didn’t know any better. Had he even ever eaten real food.
She wondered how he had functioned this long, wondered if he even understood there was anything wrong. He was young enough that he could likely digest food most ghosts could not handle, but Pandora did not know how well that would let the child sustain himself, considering she didn’t make a habit of testing the limits of child-stomachs.
So she easily grabbed Daniel in one hand, ignoring his alarmed yelp.
“We need to take you to a doctor at once, little one!” She said, rushing him from the outskirts to the depths of Elysium, paying no mind to his protest.
And if the child became an honored guest at her feasts after that, no one was complaining.
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