Author's Note: Hi, so, I usually don't do these because they are annoying, but I just wanted to specify some things. Fishlegs and Heather are married in this, as are Ruffnut and Eret. I do have OC's planned as wives for Snotlout and Tuffnut, but I won't be introducing them in this story.
Something's Wrong:
"Oh Thor!" Hiccup gasped as the puddle underneath Astrid grew larger.
"Hiccup!" Astrid cried just before a shriek of pain escaped her throat. "Hiccup something's wrong!" She screamed. "Something's wrong! Go get Fishlegs! Go get Heather!"
Hiccup jumped to his feet, grabbed his coat and raced out the door. He fished around for the rope leading to Fishlegs and Heather's hut, and moved as quickly as he could with the blizzard bearing down on him. His footing slipped, and he fell to the ground. He felt a slight twinge of pain in his right knee, but jumped back up and kept moving. He finally reached the Ingerman hut and banged on the door.
"Fishlegs! Heather!"
Nothing.
"Fishlegs! Heather! Please, open up!"
Nothing.
Hiccup began violently banging on the door with both fists.
"C'mon! C'mon! C'mon! C'mon! C'mon!"
A weary Heather finally opened the door, dressed in her nightgown, while Fishlegs snored on the bed behind her.
"Hiccup? What the heck is going-"
"It's Astrid," Hiccup replied. "Something's wrong with her. She's bleeding, and she's in a lot of pain, and I don't know what's going on, just help!"
Heather quickly raced back to the bed and shook Fishlegs awake. The burly Viking hopped awake and Heather quickly explained the situation. The two then raced, grabbing medical books, first aid kits, and throwing off their coats.
"Let's go," Heather said as her husband stumbled to put on his boots. Not wanting to wait any longer, Hiccup turned and raced back towards his hut. Heather followed close behind, a stack of books and supplies under her arm. Hiccup didn't even notice the wind biting at him as he led the way back to his hut. After a few excruciating moments, Hiccup burst through the door. Astrid still laid on the bed clutching her stomach and groaning in pain. Hiccup rushed to her side and set a hand on her shoulder.
"I got them, you're gonna be okay?" Hiccup whispered to her.
Heather set her load down and stood by Astrid's side.
"Astrid, we're gonna take care of you, what's going on?" Heather asked.
"I-I, my cycle started back tonight, but the cramps are-" Astrid stopped talking and cried out in pain. The noise chilled Hiccup to his bone and he squeezed her shoulder in an attempt to comfort her.
"The cramps are awful, and I'm bleeding way more than usual," Astrid finished explaining.
"Okay," Heather nodded. She moved and placed a hand on her forehead. She chewed on her lip as she thought through the information she'd just received.
"She's hot and she's broken into a sweat," Heather explained to Hiccup. "It might be a fever."
Fishlegs finally busted in the room, his entire face hidden by books and boxes.
"Fishlegs, I told you not to over do it!" Heather scolded.
"I know, so I just brought the basic necessities," Fishlegs replied.
"Basic nece-Nevermind!" Heather sighed. "Check the pregnancy and birth books, I think she might have a post-miscarriage infection."
Hiccup's inside turned ice cold. He wasn't sure what this kind of infection would entail, but he was sure it wasn't good. Fishlegs let a high-pitched squeak, which did not reassure Hiccup at all.
"Is she going to be okay?" Hiccup asked.
"I don't know if she's sick yet," Heather tried to assure him, "I need to check her out first."
Heather moved to the foot of the bed, and pulled back the blankets, and checked between her legs.
"Here, I've got it," Fishlegs finally called. "Symptoms for post-miscarriage infaction are: fever, chills, cramp-"
"Oh Thor," Heather gasped, her eyes wide.
"Heather?" Hiccup whispered. "What is it?"
"This is impossible," Heather whispered.
"-bleeding, and-" Fishlegs continued in the back until Heather cut him off.
"That's okay, hon, it's not an infection," Heather called.
"Oh, thank Odin!" Fishlegs sighed in relief. "So, what is it?"
"Astrid, I know this is still hard on you, but how far along were you when you miscarried?" Heather asked.
"Eighteen weeks," Astrid answered.
"And how long ago was that?"
"Four and a half months."
Heather's face turned white.
"Heather?" Hiccup asked, his voice trembling. "What's going on?"
"Heather?" Fishlegs also questioned.
"Fish, give me that book," Heather replied in a quiet voice. Fishlegs obliged, and Heather frantically flipped through the pages. She finally stopped and read over a page, her brow furrowed.
Astrid let out a shriek of pain.
"Okay, Heather, stop fooling around! What is going on?" Hiccup demanded.
"I don't know how to tell you this, but…" Heather closed the book and handed back to Fishlegs.
"But what!?" Hiccup shouted.
"You didn't miscarry," Heather answered.
"WHAT!?" Hiccup and Astrid shouted in unison.
"You didn't miscarry," Heather replied. "And you're in labor."
Hiccup collapsed to ground, and had to cling to side of the bed to keep himself in a sitting position. Everything blurred, and the sounds began become dull. His head was spinning uncontrollably, and his heart rate was sky high. He put a hand to his head and squeezed his eyes closed, trying to wrap his head around what he'd just heard.
"No," he finally managed to make out of the haze he was in.
"No, no, no, no, no!" Astrid cried. "No, this can't be happening. I can't be having a-" Astrid was cut off again, and she began the scream.
"Astrid, you're dilating, you're about to have a baby," Heather replied.
Astrid shook her head, tears running down her face. "No, this can't be possible! I don't even look pregnant!"
"No, you don't, but you are, Heather stated, as she stored the book away and turned to Fishlegs. "Fish!"
"Oh, Thor! Oh, Thor! Oh, Thor!" Fishlegs cried. "Oh, this isn't good!"
"Fishlegs!" Heather shouted. "Get Stormfly out of here."
Heather gestured to the Deadly Nadder that was hovering over the bed, squawking in fear.
"Okay, okay," Fishlegs moved to the dragon. "Come on, girl, let's go."
Fishlegs reached for Stormfly, but she snapped at him, causing him to let out a screech. The noise finally snapped Hiccup out of his daze and he jumped to action.
"It's okay, it's okay, girl," he assured Stormfly as he stroked the dragon's neck. "It's gonna be okay, but we need you to go back to the stable with Fishlegs so we can help Astrid.
Stormfly didn't snap or growl at Hiccup, but she didn't look pleased, and she didn't move.
"Sotrmfly, go," Astrid panted as sweat poured down her brow.
Stormfly grumbled, but Astrid insisted. "Go, girl, I'll be fine. Go with Fishlegs."
The Nadder was clearly unhappy, but agreed to obey her rider, and followed a shaking Fishlegs out the door.
"Hiccup," Heather called. "Get together all the clean blankets and towels you can. A rag and some cool water, a string and knife for the cord, and if you have any shirts we can dress the baby in, grab them."
Hiccup rushed to gather all the supplies Heather listed. Astrid screamed out in pain as he gathered all the necessary objects.
"It's going to be soon," Heather told the couple as Hiccup brought the last of the supplies to her. "Hiccup, I'll need you to sit behind Astrid and keep her propped up so the baby will come easier."
"Okay," Hiccup nodded, and moved to Astrid's side.
Tears were rolling down her face, as she gritted her teeth in pain.
"Hiccup, I can't do this," she cried.
"Yes you can," Hiccup assured her as he climbed behind her, picking her shoulders up and setting her against him.
"I didn't even know I was pregnant, what if I did something to hurt it?"
"It'll be okay," Hiccup promised, even though he wasn't sure he could keep that promise. "You're gonna be okay."
"Astrid, you're going to have to push soon, get ready," Heather called.
Astrid shook her head. "This has to be a dream, this can't be-AUGH!"
"Sh," Hiccup took both of Astrid's hands in his. "Don't worry, just focus on the baby."
Astrid closed her eyes and began to take deep breaths.
"There you go," Hiccup whispered into her ear. "That's it."
Astrid suddenly tensed, and let a cry escape her mouth and squeezed both of Hiccup's hands.
"Okay," Heather called. "Your ready, on the count of three, I want you to push."
Astrid nodded, letting out a pained and frightened whimper.
"You can do it," Hiccup assured her.
"Alright, here we go," Heather instructed. "One, two, three. Push!"
