Okay, to make up the short chapter for chapter 2 I have decided to do two updates in one! Yay splendid me! Anyhow... I will do some shoutouts and then on with the chapter!
Shoutouts:
(don't have much yet... :/)
Guest; duckcrusader: Thank you! I'm trying to improve it though!
Guest: Thanks and sorry if I confused you, I thought I added treated unfairly but I didn't oops that was on me, I know we haven't seen actual abuse or bullying but he was an outcast and no one treated him nicely really. Sorry if I made you kinda irritated... thanks for reading my story though!
Guest: There will be Hiccup and Toothless soon!
Okay, I'm done I think...
Storytime! Get the popcorn ready!
The evening became night, the moon lighting the lonely black abyss of a sky. The water calm, no boats nor dragons tamed the seas as they rested on an island or deep under the ocean. Berk was lit with the orange flames, the torches lighting up the dirt pathways, small stores closed and the plaza cleared, men and women grabbed their kids or belongings and enter their homesteads. Candle lights that showed through open windows were blown out, each latch locking as windows were closed for privacy. Some were open but high enough and small enough to just let the calm cool air in.
Everyone was sleeping soundly, except for one who was cleaning up the dishes for one inside his quiet house. Stoick had finished dropping the plates into a tub filled with water that was a room temperature, he'd have to clean them tomorrow. The vast chief had made sure his house was tidy, before walking to a small room in the back. He sighed and closed his door, no longer having to walk up those stairs to check on anyone in particular, even though he had the longing to do so anyways.
He missed his son, he couldn't even look at the chair without imagining an auburn haired young adult sitting firmly in it and stuffing his face with chicken with a happy smile. He loved the boy, his blood and flesh. When they were still killing dragons, he hadn't know Hiccup as well, he hasn't had the time to learn about a boy who brought the joy where ever he had walked. Stoick smiled at the thought as he took off his helmet and set it on a small table beside the door, he made sure all the metal was off his clothing before crawling into bed, right across from his bed was a picture nailed to the door, a drawing to be exact. During the time Hiccup was changing, his hair coming first, they decided to gave him a hair cut in the Meade hall, during the time Hiccup's shaggy hair became something new and truly wild, Hiccup had replicated the picture on the shield that Bucket made after Hiccup risked his life to please his father and wrote a note under it with the words: "I'm glad thor blessed me to be your son." Stoick teared up when he was handed it and hung it up when they got home and Hiccup was pouring fish into a bowl for his dragon.
Stoick treasured that memory and thought of it every night before he closed his eyes, making sure the next day, Hiccup knew that Stoick was just as blessed for having a son like Hiccup. He did, however, repaied Hiccup by telling him that he needed no gift on Father's day when he had Hiccup in his life. There were many happy feelings that night.
The chief was about to fall into a peaceful slumber when a tiny pitter patter of wings came from upstairs and down into the main floor, claws were scraping at the wooden door, making the chief quickly pull off the covers and trudge to the door. His sigh loud and filled with tiredness as he pulled the door open and caught a glimpse of a Terrible Terror, maybe it was a stray from Gothi's hut, they always came into Stoick's house and bothered him because his house was on a hill right under Gothi's house which was high on top of the Great Hall.
"Ugh, hold on you pesky thing." Stoick muttered and put on his helmet, he never really walked outside without it, why would he? It was part of Valka, something he could never lose. Stoick gently picked the small dragon up in his hands and headed for the door. Something suddenly tickled his knuckle and he raised his eyebrows in confusion before lifting the dragon up to see a note attached to the tiny dragon's leg. "Terror mail?" The Terrible Terror was set on the dining table as Stoick untied the note. His fingers unrolling the parchment and reading it slowly.
His eyes grew and he read it again to make sure he wasn't reading it wrong, but sadly he wasn't. His eyes moved swiftly to the small chair, his hand clutching the brown paper tightly, creating indents on the side.
"My son." he mumbled swiftly before running out the door.
A knock at Gobber's door had made the large, snoring Viking jump, his mind still in a dreaming state.
"NOT MY LEFT SOCKS THAT'S THE ONLY FOOT I HAVE!" He screamed but realized he was in his bed, not in the middle of the woods. "Oh." Gobber checked his pile of socks that had a piece of paper with the runes spelling: "If I am missing a sock I will hunt you down you stupid trolls." Another knock pounded at the door, the door shaking rapidly. "Okay hold on, you better not break my door, you 'aughta be an idiot if you wake me up." Gobber responded as he pulled open the door, expecting Gustav who always woke him up at night and asked if Gobber can check FangHook's teeth. Instead, he found the one and only chief of Berk who was grumbling at the comment outside his door. "Oh, sorry chief, how may I help you on this cold night."
"I got a letter from Astrid, hiccup was stabbed by Viggo, grab Gothi and meet me in the town square." Stoick stated and climbed onto SkullCrusher's back and disappearing from sight. Gobber angrily grabbed the helmet and set it on his head as he tightened his hook in his prospect arm.
"That Viggo will earn a piece of my mind." he mutters and wakes up Grump. "Let's go, Grump." The dragon heard the unpleasant sound of Gobber's voice and awoke quickly, the mad climbed on, his frown still present. "I hate Viggo, that man is such a-" Grump grumbled loudly, blocking out the colorful language.
At the Edge it was as quiet as Berk, the houses were full of their owners sleeping peacefully. Like Berk, one still roamed in the dark. The shadow moving swiftly from the stables to Hiccup's hut, the door opening slowly as the figure walks to the bedside of the unconscious Hiccup. A cold hand laying gently on his forehead. The small dying candle illuminating the unforgettable shape of Astrid Hofferson, she had just left the stables after screaming and jumping at Viggo, the man was pretty in bad shape after Astrid had manhandled him, he was laying on the floor of the stable cage, completely out of it after 20 blows to the head.
The Deadly Nadder rider sat in the chair, keeping her fingers tangled in the auburn silky locks. Her hand holding hand holding his cold hand, she squeezed his hand lightly, sad that she couldn't get one back but she ignored the fact and continued to brush his hair out of his eyes with a soft smile.
"Hey Hiccup, it's me, Astrid." She giggled saying duh through her laugh. "I miss you, I just want you to wake up already. I taught Viggo a lesson, pretty sure I banged him up really bad." His nasal voice playing in her head, the words echoing: "That's my girl, you and your strength." Which made Astrid smile bigger. "I love you Hiccup, you were right, there is no Hiccup without an Astrid. Yet here I am without you to make me laugh nor smile. You need to fight, I-I want you back with me. You ar still an idiot, letting Viggo ride with you! I love you but you seriously are a dork. Yet you're my dork, my little dragon geek. I'm your m'lady but I would rather hear it from you. So why aren't you waking up yet, please babe, I need you." Astrid said, her tender lips pressing gently to Hiccup's freckled cheek. She kept her fingers tangled with him as she laid her head down on the bed and closed her eyes. She would be here when he wakes, she couldn't leave, he wouldn't leave her.
Her mind drifting to dreams, her and Hiccup playing in tall grass, the moment enjoyable making the now sleeping Astrid smile incoherently.
The next morning, Astrid was woken by the feeling of arms wrapping around her and picking her up gently. Her blue eyes opened slightly to see a blurry figure with bright red hair. She mumbled as she reseted her head against his large chest and closed her eyes again, the sun peaking through the window was too bright for her liking. When the warmth of arms left her and she was laid flat on a bed, she opened her eyes to see Stoick covering her with a blanket.
"St-Stoick?" Her morning voice cracked which bugged her but it caught Stoick's attention.
"Morning Astrid, it's still morning the sun just rose, you can sleep."
"What about Hiccup?" She said as she nuzzles her head into the stuffed pillow, the scent of the forest surrounding her in bliss. She was in Hiccup's bed, and she loved it. Her boyfriend smelt beautiful, they seemed to like the wilderness type smell. Hiccup always said she smelt like roses that just bloomed, she was also beautiful as the blooming rose and that always made her blush but she loved how Hiccup smelt like her favorite place, she'd always steal his shirts and cuddled in them with the biggest smile carved i=on her lips.
"Gothi and Gobber are working on him, Gobber said that Gothi said he was is a good condition, you guys did a wonderful job. He just has a small infection but Gothi set a cup of herbs by his bed, every day and night you feed him just a pinch."
"When will he wake up?" Astrid asked. Stoick didn't mind the frequent questions, Astrid was worried sick about him just like Stoick, she really didn't catch the issues because she was deep in her sleep.
"Sadly, not for a few weeks or so, if he wakes up earlier then wonderful but he lost way too much blood so he will have a fever it means his body is trying to mend its self but if it gets too high just break it with a wet cold cloth."
"Mkay." Astrid mumbles, slowly sleeping. Stoick chuckled and rubbed her head gently.
"Sleep well, Astrid." He says and descends the stairs, heading back to his son. He made sure he didn't trip over Toothless who was curled around the bed. The dragon was there for maybe hours, even days. he didn't even notice the silent dragon at first. "Did you eat Toothless?" Stoick wondered. The dragon growled slightly, meaning no. Stoick sighed and laid some fish that was in a weaved basket in the corner, the smell making the Night Fury perk his head up. His head moved forward as he slurps up the delicious fish, pleased with his hunger that finally left, he never ate when the riders fed him but for some reason, he had to take the fish when his master's father laid it out.
Gothi had finished up wiping a weird smelling substance on the now uncovered wound, she grabbed a small needle and thread after undoing Fishlegs' stitching to help the small infection settle. She made sure she had wiped enough numbing liquid so it wouldn't hurt Hiccup as much and settle the amount of squirming he'd do. She got close to the bed and slowly stitched the gash to make sure it was tight enough and she didn;t make something worse.
Finally, the stitching was over and the short lady wiped the sweat from her brows before grabbing her cane and writing in the dirt she poured when they first arrived.
"She says, Hiccup will be okay, but he needs to be fed because he won't wake up until his body is ... killed enough?" Gothi's cane smacked against Gobber's forehead, swearing at him through hitting. "Ow! Well enough, I'm done with you. Gobber frowns but earns another whack. "OKAY SORRY!" Stoick rolled his eyes with a smile as he headed to this side of his son. His large hand feeling the soft touch against his palm.
"I'm fine with that, just as long as he is okay." Stoick smiles at his only child, his hand resting on the boy's cheek, as long as Hiccup survived, everything was okay.
OKAY, SO I FINISHED! Lol sorry I published this at like almost 11 o'clock at night XD hoped you enjoyed it! LONGER THAN THE LAST BUT STILL SHORT!
See ya next chapter
IF YOU READ TRAPS AN ARROWS, I AM STUCK HOW TO WRITE IT SO IT WON'T COME OUT FOR A BIT!
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