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Hiccup is 18 years in this

Hiccup heard his dragon, Toothless, purring at him, trying to wake him up.

Last night, Hiccup couldn't sleep well and kept waking up with a pounding headache.

He groaned when he felt Toothless' nose nudge his arm. Hiccup pushed the dragon's scaly nose away.

"Not right now bud," Hiccup muttered, pulling the fur blanket closer to him. "Sleep."

Toothless whined and licked Hiccup's hand. The 18 year old's eyes shot open.

"Augh!" he exclaimed, sitting up quickly and shaking his hand. "Toothless, that's disgusting!"

Suddenly, he felt lightheaded. Hiccup leaned back a bit, clutching the headboard. Toothless looked at his rider with concern. Hiccup saw the look.

"It's ok buddy," Hiccup reassured, petting Toothless' nose. "I'm alright."

The dragon didn't look like he believed him but went over to the window. Hiccup knew what he wanted.

"No boy," he said while slowly shaking his head. "No flying this morning."

Toothless, who was looking excited, stopped and whined.

"Bud, I'm too tired," said Hiccup as he slowly got out of bed.

Hiccup would've collapsed if Toothless wasn't there to catch him. After standing there a little bit, Hiccup moved away from his dragon.

"Thanks for catching me Toothless," said Hiccup, making his way to his door. "I'm ok now."

Toothless, still concerned about his rider falling over again, followed him. They slowly got downstairs. Hiccup sat down on a chair and looked at his father. Stoick was making oatmeal; a meal Hiccup wasn't really fond of.

"Good morning son," Stoick greeted happily.

"Morning," Hiccup answered in a tired tone.

Stoick frowned. His son usually had a lot of energy in the morning, like Toothless.

"You alright Hiccup?" Stoick asked in a concerned tone, turning to his only child.

'No' he wanted to say.

"Yeah, never been better," Hiccup answered, putting a fake smile on.

Stoick raised an eyebrow. Hiccup gulped. Stoick knows he's lying about his health.

"You sure?" Stoick asked, crossing his arms. "Because you don't look too good Hiccup."

Hiccup nodded.

"I'm sure," he answered quickly.

Perhaps too quickly.

Stoick's frown deepened. He went over to Hiccup and placed a hand on his forehead. Hiccup jerked away from his father's cool hand.

"You're sick," stated Stoick.

"No I'm not," said Hiccup, stubbornly. "Your hand is freezing."

"You're running a fever Hiccup," said Stoick before pointing to the stairs. "Go back to bed."

"I'm only tired dad," said the stubborn 18 year old. "After breakfast, Toothless and I are going to go flying. Right bud?"

Toothless perked right up and began to bounce around excitedly. Stoick wasn't going to let this go.

"Bed," he repeated.

"I'm going to go flying," Hiccup stated, beginning to walk past his father.

Stoick grabbed Hiccup's arm, stopping him.

"Hiccup Horrendous Haddock," he said in a warning tone. "You're sick and need rest. Go back upstairs and go to bed."

Hiccup sighed. Knowing he won't be able to win, he made his way back upstairs, Toothless following him.

Author's note: I hope you all enjoyed this.