Hey guys! Here's another chapter! Now, I'm saying names, but I've been getting bullied for writing this story. If you don't like it, don't read it! Now, on ward with the story...

Chapter 4

What Are Those Scars From?

I woke up in my bed with different clothes on. Well, that was weird. Instead of my usual green tunic and brown leggings, someone had changed me into a loose cream colored tunic. And just the tunic.

I groaned.

My dad said he ordered one of Gothi's assistances to check my body out. I hope my dad won't be in the room. I have no idea how he'll react to my self-harm scars. Oh boy, this was going to fun.

I hadn't noticed my dad sitting in the chair beside my bed until I propped myself up on my elbows.

"Hey," I whispered. My dad looked at me with love in his eyes. Weird.

"Good morning. How did you sleep?"

"Fine," I said a little bit louder than a whisper.

"One of Gothi's assistances will be here in 10 minuets."

"Yeah, I kinda thought that. Hence the change in clothes. Who changed me?"

"I did." Crap. He must have saw...

"What are those scars from, Hiccup?" Yup, he saw.

"Well, when you cut...they kinda leave a mark behind..." I said, not looking at him in the eyes.

My father ran his fingers through my hair.

"No more cutting." He said, cupping my chin. I nod. That promise is not something I plan on keeping though.

Suddenly, there is a knock on the door. My father leaves to answer the door. A midwife, one of Gothi's assistences, walks through my door with my father behind her. She smiles at me.

"Hello Hiccup," she says to me, smiling even bigger.

"Hi." I say, very quietly.

"Now, let me take a look at you." She turns to my father, "privately." I sigh a breath of relief when my father leaves.

She starts at my feet. I have scars all over my body, each with a different reason or story. One my feet, shoulders, hands, thighs, stomach, wrists, arms, legs, fingers, toes, ankles, chest, and my waist are a ton of scars. She looks at everyone.

"You're healing up nicely." She says, cheerfully. "No more cutting, Hiccup. You understand?"

"Yes ma'm."

"Good." She says, patting my cheek. Then, she leaves the room. After she leaves, Gobber comes through the door.

"How was it?"

"Uncomfortable."

Gobber chuckled. "Serves you right, scarring the entire village like that."

"When can I leave this bed?"

"I don't know, Hiccup. You know your father."

There was scilence until Gobber cleared his throat. "The kids...they want to see you."

"I don't want to see them." I say.

"Hiccup."

"Yes?"

"They're in your kitchen right now. It's only for a few minutes."

"Ug, Gobber!"

"Oh, hush. You'll be fine."

"Gobber, no." I plead. Gobber looks at me. "What are you afraid of?" He asks.

"They'll make fun of me even more! Please, just, no."

"They won't-"

"Yes they will! 'Oh, look, Hiccup screwed up, again!' Please!"

Gobber studies my face. He places a hand on my knee. "Alright. Get some rest, Hiccup." He places his other hand on my cheek. "You're warm." Worry is etched on his face. I push his hand away. "I'm fine."

Then, there was a knock on the door. My dad walked into my room.

"How are you?" He ran a hand through my hair. "Fine," I say, looking at both of the men.

"It's time to feed you again." My father looked at me.

"Can I please get out of this bed?"

"Absolutely not."

"Dad!"

My father took my small hand into his. "I'm not letting you out of my sight. Ok? Now, eat." He handed me a roll. Start small. I nibbled on the edges.

"I have to get back to the shop," said Gobber, walking out of the door. "Get well, Hiccup. I want my little apprentice back."

I smile. After I finished off my roll, I am instantly scooped up into my father's arms. He brushes my bangs out of my eyes and holds me close. Then, he starts to sing an old lullaby my mom used to sing me when I was little.

Close those green eyes of yours

Wake when the sun rises high

Wash your face, finish your chores

Dream a dream, run or fly

When you sleep, you loose time

So, go to sleep sweet child of mine

I smile. I close my eyes and even out my breathing. My father thinks I'm asleep. He kisses my forehead, puts me back in my bed, and tucks the covers all the way to my chin. I listen for his footsteps to fade.

Then, I jump out of bed, change my clothes, and lured myself out of the window.

I have a Night Fury to find.

Haha, lol, you actually thought I was gonna leave Toothless to die? Well, I tricked you! Haha. Ok, well, not really. That was kinda stupid.

I am so sorry it took so long! And, I know, it's not even that good. I promise it will be better next time.