Rain poured on the Isle of Berk without a sign of mercy. Every villager hid in their homes from the hard falling water except for the village's hero: Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Third. Hiccup was working on his newest project in the forge when it began to rain unexpectedly. He had been forging his own sword in hopes of being able to use a weapon if he was ever to get separated from Toothless and lost his iron shield or if he needed to protect a friend from danger. Hiccup knew he would always be close to Toothless, but he was starting to grow protective of his other friends. He especially wanted to protect Astrid just as much as he wanted to protect Toothless. The funny thing was neither one of them needed much protect much less from him, but he still would feel responsible if they were in danger and got hurt. Hiccup wouldn't be able to live with himself if he let anything horrible happen to Toothless or Astrid. He especially had to be on guard since the Outcasts had attacked their village a week ago and he had no idea when they would return, but he had to be ready for them.
Five minutes in from when the rain started, Hiccup finished creating his sword. He inspected his sword and smiled at his handiwork. After working for about an hour, he had finished his latest project with much pleasure and pride.
Putting the sword down on a table to completely cool off, Hiccup took off his heavy leather apron and placed it on its hook. He turned his attention toward the rain outside and realized that he should return home as soon as possible. Hiccup left the forge and retrieved Toothless from the backside. The two of them walked slowly on the account that Hiccup did not want to slip and fall on his metal leg.
When Hiccup and Toothless arrived home, they were soaked to the bone. Toothless could easily shake off the droplets of water of his scales and warm up near the fire, but Hiccup was a different story. Hiccup was shivering and tried his best to warm up near the fire in the hearth. Stoick came down the stairs and saw his son and pet dragon huddled at the fire. Stoick concerned for Hiccup for the fact that he still had a somewhat frail body despite proving that he could become a great Viking. Stoick approached Hiccup from behind and draped his fur cloak over his son's slim shoulders. Shocked from the sudden contact of heavy, warm fur placed on his shoulders, Hiccup turned his head around to see his father standing behind him. His eyebrows rose.
"Dad?"
"Hiccup, how are you feeling?"
"I could be worse."
"Do you have a fever?"
"Not at the moment, but I could develop one later."
"Right. Get some rest. I'll cook soup to help you warm up."
Hiccup coughed a little. Stoick knitted his eyebrows in concern.
"I wish I could get Gothi to see you, but the rain is too foul for her to come to us or us to go to her."
"That's okay, dad. I'm sure with a little rest and if I warm up, I should be fine."
"No, Hiccup. You may think you'll be fine, but I fear your condition will get worse if you don't get proper care."
"But dad-"
"No buts. March upstairs and get to bed. I'll have soup ready for you and bring one of the village women to help you get better."
"But dad-"
"This is my final word, Hiccup. So help me Odin that you may have more to worry than a cold if you don't get to bed now."
Hiccup rolled his eyes and grumbled a 'fine'. He turned around and sneezed which caused the cloak to slip off his scrawny shoulders. Feeling embarrassed knowing that his father was right, Hiccup plodded up the stairs with Toothless close behind him. Hiccup climbed into his bed and began to close his eyes. Hiccup felt a little drowsy from the sight of a sleeping Toothless and fell asleep.
To Be Continued…