Another fluffy Hiccstrid one-shot? Already? You bet! I got the idea at work and actually burst out laughing at the thought. This will be fun. I was inspired by myself and how I've been a bit under the weather so I started to think about possibilities in our favorite dragon-filled universe. The end result was this story. Enjoy!

Under the Weather

"Hiccup! Hiccup!" Astrid Hofferson called, banging on her fiancé's front door. "Hiccup! Open the door!"

"Go away." came a weak voice from inside.

"No! I'm not leaving until you explain why you didn't show up at the academy today!" Astrid shouted, pretty sure that the whole village could hear her now.

"Hang on."

A few seconds later, a very tired-looking Hiccup answered the door. His nose was bright red but the rest of his face was pale. His eyes were only half open and they were barely focused on Astrid.

"Good Thor, you look awful!" she exclaimed.

"Thank you, Astrid." Hiccup said sardonically, his voice very weak and his shoulders slumping. "Can you take over for the next few days at the academy? I'm not exactly up to it."

Astrid stared at him for a moment before a small smile brightened her face. "Nope. I'm going to take care of you!"

"Wha… no, Astrid, really…"

"Oh shut up and lie back down. I'll make everything all better." She motioned for him to lie down on the couch and her fiancé reluctantly complied.

"I'm not sure this is a good…" Hiccup began but was interrupted by his own large sneeze.

"Of course it's a good idea. This will be fun!" Astrid's grin widened.

"That's what I was afraid of." Hiccup sniffled loudly. "I think I just need some sleep."

"All in good time, Hiccup. First, let me make you some soup! My mom always says feed a cold and starve a fever… or is it the other way around… doesn't matter, I'm going to make that soup." Astrid hopped to her feet and went over to the fire. "Where do you keep the pans?"

"In the third cupboard from the left." Hiccup replied, closing his eyes and hoping merciful sleep would take over soon.

"I don't see it." she called seconds later.

"Did you move stuff around?" he asked, not moving from his position, which was just starting to get comfortable.

"Yes, I'm moving stuff around. I don't see it."

Hiccup sighed deeply and got up. He sauntered over to Astrid, who was digging around in the cupboard.

"Right there." he said, pointing to a pan that had fallen out of the cupboard when she first opened it.

"Oh thanks." Astrid said, grabbing it. "Hey… lie back down!" she pointed to the couch. "You're supposed to be relaxing."

"Relaxing… right." Hiccup said irritably, sensing that relaxation was going to be impossible with his rather forceful fiancée taking over his recovery.

He closed his eyes again, begging the gods for sleep, when he heard a loud hissing noise. He opened his eyes yet again and watched in amusement as Astrid attempted to add the ingredients to the pan while keeping it in the fire. It was obvious that she had never made soup before. He grimaced, remembering the yak-nog and hoped that this, at least, would stay down.

"Why do I put up with this?" he muttered to himself, pulling up the covers to keep himself warm. "Oh that's right. I've been in love with her my whole life. I need help."

A truly revolting smell seeped through the house a few minutes later. He heard Toothless, who had been snoozing in his room, bolt from the house through the roof and wished he could be so lucky.

"Soup's ready!" Astrid announced.

It took every fiber of Hiccup's being not to turn his head away from the pan of soup she was holding. Not only did it smell terrible, it was smoking and making a dangerous sort of crackling noise.

"Oh… thank you, Astrid. It looks… edible." he knew even that was stretching the truth but his beloved didn't seem to catch on.

Astrid grabbed a nearby bowl (not thinking to check to see if it was clean) and poured the soup into it. The crackling continued the smoke was beginning to get even thicker. That pungent smell was getting so strong, his eyes began to water and he wondered if she was secretly trying to poison him.

She handed him the bowl but it was so hot, his reflexes kicked in and he spilled the soup all over himself, the couch, and the floor.

"Oh! I'm sorry. Ow. OW! Hot soup! Ow!" he began feverishly blowing on the burning liquid that had spilled all over his chest.

"Oh Hiccup, I'm sorry!" Astrid cried, grabbing a nearby cloth and attempting to mop up the spilled soup. "I'll make some more!"

"No! No… I'm not hungry." Hiccup lied, trying desperately to retain his composure.

"Then I'll sing to you! Soft sheep, warm sheep…" Astrid began singing horrendously off key.

"No! I don't… I think what I need is quiet, Astrid." Hiccup held up a hand to his head. "I'm getting a headache."

"Oh." she looked as though she had been deflated. "Do you want me to leave?"

The honest answer was yes but he didn't want to hurt her feelings. "It's okay. You can stay. Just… can we be quiet?"

Astrid nodded. Hiccup finally closed his eyes, determined to fall asleep. But he was only still for about two seconds.

"Budge up a bit." Astrid commanded, gently pushing him over.

"What?"

She lifted the blanket and lay down next to him.

"What are you doing? You'll get sick." Hiccup whispered to her.

"I know." she whispered back.

He felt his face go hot and suspected that it had nothing to do with his illness. He gently placed his arms around her and took a deep breath, smelling the flowery aroma of her hair. The heat radiating off her body warmed him up on the inside. Holding her close, he closed his eyes once more and drifted off to blissful sleep, dreaming of a lifetime with the Viking woman he loved so much.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed this. Please review! I'm willing to take some requests if I like the ideas enough so feel free to add anything you would like to see in addition to what you liked about this! Also, I'm sure some people will pick up the two TV references I made in this. See if you can figure out what they are!