This story has the participation Yornoux-12-12-00 (BTW, none of us comes from an English-speaking country, so I wouldn't mind for you guys to say if there is a mistake).
Warning: there is fem!human!Toothless and fem!Hic, probables feels and smut
Toothless ran up to stairs of her small and ordinary house, ignoring the possibility of the old wood falling under her feet, and ignored the warnings of her parent' folk. She had to see her father, it couldn't be truth. Yes, he was sick, very sick, but she had hope. It couldn't be.
"Toothless, you don't want to see him" A man, "Uncle Bear", she used to call him due to his enormous physique and dark and long beard, stopped her right in front of the door, holding her by her arms. Being smaller and more agile then him, Toothless tricked him, sliding under his arms and ramping through the door.
He looked horrible, lying on a his makeshift mattress, made of a idiotic amount of straw, sweating due to his disease, his eyes blood red due to the lack of sleep and barely breathing, each breath of air being a torture for him. They didn't know what it was and they couldn't even go to the doctor, they had no money for it, but from the signs…he wouldn't hang much longer, she knew that the moment she saw her father falling to his knees and puking his own blood, darker then the night itself.
"Father…" Toothless couldn't believe it was her voice that was cracking. She usually wasn't like this, her voice was strong, always ready to express her thoughts and laugh with her few friends and her "uncles". Now, it seemed as if she was chocking, her tears where her words. She fell near his bed, not being able to hold herself up, her head on the chest of her father, ignoring the smell of sweat and rum, to ease the pain Uncle Bear had said.
"Dear…" He spoke with a croaky and brittle voice, himself from the verge of tears. He placed his hand over his only daughter of hers, petting her long black leather hair. He always liked it, affirming it was like of her mother, and he always let her wear it loose, whenever she please it, only asking to hide when they weren't alone. Toothless turned her head at him, tears rolling down her cheeks, facing those once bright green eyes that they shared them. "Don't worry".
It was an impossible request, he knew it. He was on the verge of death and the few money he had was gone, leaving nothing at her, the last of their family. She would be all alone. His friends had said that they would help her but…their only idea was to marry her. And he didn't want his daughter to marry someone she called an uncle, someone twice of her age, and with no real love.
"How-" Toothless interrupted herself to clean her tears with the apron around her waist "How can you be so sure? Father, you are…" She couldn't even finish the sentence, it was too painful to say it. "And I'll be all alone." She threw her arms around him, hugging him for what would be the last time.
"No, you won't, sweetie" He held her for a moment before pulling her slightly away, so that their eyes would meet "Have hope, my dear, everything would be fine." Noticing that the Bear was outside, he leaned to her ear, to make sure that he wouldn't hear her "Look for Hiccup."
Toothless looked at him in confusion. She knew who Hiccup was, a younger girl then her, whose both parent had died from a fire, and worked has a maid in a painter' house. Hiccup was very nice to them, always bringing them something from her work, helping her father when she couldn't and was free. They turned out to be good friends.
He looked at her for a long time, taking all of her imagine for the last time, seeing her wife behind her. With his last breath of air…
"I love you Toothless"
And his eyes closed, his dead body in his only daughter arms. She was the last one of them.
A week had pass, Toothless had yet to go meet Hiccup. Uncle Bear had to take her away from her father' room, she refused to leave her father' side, refusing to acknowledge that her father' soul had parted to heaven. She cried for days in her room, refusing to let anyone in, not even the light of the sun or moon, and didn't went to her father funeral, if it could be called that. Uncle Bear had simply buried him behind their house, with some of her parent friend, but no Priest. Hiccup also didn't show up. When she came out, the house was empty. No one was there, every bit of food was rotten or eaten my rats or insects and there was only a lonely note at the top of an old table. It had the messy handwriting of the Bear, but it didn't matter to her. She didn't know how to read.
Toothless sat on the ground, ignoring the filth and dirt, with the letter on her hands, looking at it with dry and tired eyes. She hadn't slept for nights, the tears and sadness enabling her to do so. They did more than that. Her stomach was begging for food, her throat for water, her body was tired and was barely able to move, her head was a blurring mess. She looked as dead as her father.
Without expecting, the door knocked. Toothless turned at the door, looking at the shadows of small feet under it, and instinctively hid the little note on a hidden pocket of her skirt.
"Toothless? Are you there?" A small voice, with some sort of Nordic accent, was heard. It was Hiccup. Toothless attempted to stamp up, but her legs were too weak and stiff to support her weight, and she could barely talk with her dry throat. "Toothless?" The sudden fright on Hiccup' voice was obvious and she opened the door without permission. She stopped right there when seeing Toothless, on the floor.
"Oh Jesus…" Hiccup walked to Toothless' side, putting away the basket she had brought with food, water and some clothes for her. She put Toothless' head on her lap, pushing away the strings of hair from her face. Hiccup quickly checked her temperature. She had a mild fever caused by dehydration, hunger and lack of fresh air.
Hiccup took care of her, going everyday to her house to bring her back to health. At the beginning, she refused to eat or drink, but finally her basic needs took over Toothless. It was like taking care of a child, Hiccup thought, a grown up child. After a few days, she was back at her old self. Well…almost. She was much quiet now, only saying to Hiccup some few words, and ignoring everyone' eyes and mumbles when she walked through the streets and market. Everyone knew of her father' dead and her lack of money, and they pitied her. Some of them even had the audacity to think of taking advantage of that, causing Hiccup to get angry at them, something that nearly never happened. She had been through the same thing and she didn't want Toothless to go through the same.
One day, when walking through the market, a man approached them. He knew Toothless and always had his eyes on her. He said that, if she wanted to get out of poverty, she should marry him. When hearing that, Toothless showed her first time of emotions for a long time. Anger. Sadness. Shock. She was about to scream at him, but Hiccup intervened.
"She won't need to give her hand to someone like you" She started, looking at him with her big green eyes. The man was bigger than both of them, smelled terribly like fish and had stains of blood in his apron. Ironically, he looked like a pig "She works with me."
Hiccup later explained to Toothless that they needed a new maid and she had spoken to her father about it, when the disease at attacked him. He knew that he wasn't going to make it, so he begged at her to give Toothless the job. Hiccup spoke to Astrid about it, the housekeeper, telling her that Toothless worked very hard, wasn't afraid of getting her hands dirty, had a lot of experience in household and was very obedient. Yes, she had sugar coated the obedient part, but that would be later discussed.
Toothless, not having many options and surely not wanting to marry with pigs she didn't even had a drop of feeling for them, accepted it, with no discussion whatsoever.
The day before facing her new work, Hiccup had prepared Toothless. She bathed her and helped her to wear her new clothes, a modest, tidy and clean untrimmed English-style gown of woven striped cotton, and tidied up her long hair, holding it in a braid and turned into a bun, hiding it with a small dormeuse mob cap.
"Are you nervous?" Hiccup asked has they entered the kitchen, the heavy smell of smoked herrings and grilled kidneys and bacon hitting their nostrils. There was a heavy blond boy on the stove, cooking the kidneys.
"No" Toothless lied. She didn't slept all the night, what if she messed up? She couldn't afford to do such "I'm just…uncomfortable" In total honesty, the least thing Toothless liked about that job, besides being bossed around by probable pompous superiors, was the outfit. Hiccup had tried to find something that fitted her, but everything was too small for her. They had to cut part of the gown in the chest area so that she could move more properly and breathe without popping the buttons, making some sort of square neckline that fell of her shoulders.
"You'll be fine" Hiccup reassured her before turning to the kitchen boy "Fishlegs, where is Astrid?"
Fishlegs turned around, a little bit of sweat falling down his round face and showed is the stress filling his eyes. "Hiccup! Thank God, you arrived, the Mistress has gone mad! She just invited people for breakfast and-" Realizing that Hiccup wasn't alone, he stopped spitting words in a frantic pace "Who is she?"
Toothless felt awkward by being a total stranger in this room and didn't really know what to do. Shake hands? Wave at him? Bow?
"That's Toothless, the new maid" Hiccup answered for her, picking up a wooden peel to take the bread out of the oven "Where is Astrid?"
"She went milking the cows" Fishlegs send a last look at Toothless before returning to his cooking. Toothless just looked at Hiccup, silently asking what to do. She didn't seem to notice. Suddenly, another door opened, close from the oven, and a blond girl appeared, with buckets full of milk in her hands.
"Astrid! Look, I brought-" Hiccup started, putting the breath on the table and searching for the flour, but was quickly interrupted by Astrid.
"Where did you go? I searched for you all around the house to help make breakfast, to help the Mistress" She poured the milk on multiple cans while at talking, almost screaming, to Hiccup. She didn't seem faced by Astrid though, pouring a little amount of flour in the bread, as if she was used at being screamed at "And guess what? While dressing her, she casually says that we have guests and she forgot to tell us. Only saying a stupid and empty 'Oops', like she had just spilled food on the floor. How can someone forget that they invited ten people for breakfast and who the hell are you?"
Astrid seemed to notice the new presence in the kitchen and was not pleased. She was the housekeeper, she should know about everyone working in that house. Toothless gulped. Astrid was certainly someone who demanded respect, liked to be charge and certainly wasn't someone to mess with.
"I'm the new maid-"
"Then start smashing potatoes."
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