Hey guys! Watching the new episodes of race to the edge has inspired me to write some fluffy one-shots. Yay!:D Don't worry though I'll still be uploading my main HTTYD story. Hope you enjoy- this first one is Hicstrid;)

Special Healer

I groan in annoyance as Hiccup drags me by left wrist into the Edge camp. "Hiccup I'm fine! I'll deal with it later. I and Stormfly almost had it there!"

"I'm not letting one of my riders train while they're injured. It's unsafe and you could injure yourself further," He replies sternly, leading me into his hut.

I smile as we enter the room: Pictures, paintings, diagrams for new weapons, shields and tails wave at me from practically every space of wall. His large wooden desk is crowded with papers, books and maps. His bed sheets are all crumpled and items of clothing lie splattered over the floor. So typically Hiccup.

Hiccup's face flushes red and he lifts a hand to scratch the back of his head, "Er… sorry about the mess, I er… didn't have much time to clear up so…" He trails off; let's go of my wrist and strides over to his cabinet. I lean against the door frame with a smirk; bathing in his embarrassment. His nimble fingers close around the black antiseptic bottle, I wince; the stabbing pain in my right wrist becoming apparent again.

My eyes drift down to the crimson coloured burn painted over half my hand and at least a third up to my elbow. I bite my lip at the blistering skin and look up to see Hiccup closing the cabinet with a "click". He nods to the bed. I roll my eyes, saunter across and sit myself on the soft covers.

Carefully, his gentle fingers take hold of my burning wrist, he grasps a bucket of cold water and settles my hand beneath the cool, soothing ripples. I sigh in relief; he grins at my response. I huff and make a face. I hate the fact he's fussing over me but I can't deny the fact I kind of like it.

Lifting my hand from the caressing waves he drips the antiseptic onto my burn. I hiss in pain and instinctively yank my hand away.

He grimaces, "sorry."

"It's fine," I smile at him encouragingly and he takes my hand again, holding tighter than before. I close my eyes and rest my head against the bedstead, a smile twitching at my lips as his fingers tickled my skin.

"Done." He whispers, tying the damp bandage with a flourish.

"Finally!" I grin, jumping up.

"Be careful out there. I think we sometimes forget that dragons do breathe fire and that fire isn't always good."

"I'll be fine," I say, kissing him on the cheek and slipping out the room.

"I know."