Alright guys, so, I was up half of last night with some freak ear problem, so hopefully this chapter's alright. I had fun writing it, but I'm not sure why. Of course, there's a bit of Father/Son bonding and some Hiccstrid...gotta love Hiccstrid. XD. So, last chapter I said that there will be shout-outs this chapter, but I think I'll have to do them next chapter. I'm sorry guys. I know you all like shout-outs, and I like giving you shout-outs, I just don't want to be rushing...

So, hopefully this chapter doesn't feel rushed. I hope you guys enjoy it. :D And I just want to say that YOU GUYS ARE SO AMAZING AND SUPPORTIVE AND I LOVE YOU ALL! :D *free chocolate thrown to you amazing people* And I hope you look forward to the next chapter! :D

Stoick was on his feet and next to Hiccup before he even hit the ground. He braced Hiccup under his arms, looking at his son's unconscious face.

Toothless roared, bounding over to his rider and nudging him, cooing. Stoick could only imagine what Toothless was trying to say to him. Hiccup would know, but he would not.

Toothless was in panic. He was panicking more than he would ever admit.

"Hiccup!" he shouted in vain as he nudged his rider over and over again. "Hiccup, please wake up! Wake up, buddy! WAKE UP!"

"Hiccup!" Stoick shouted, shaking Hiccup slightly. Hiccup's head lolled to the side before falling limply against his chest again. At this point, Stoick was in a frenzy. Lifting Hiccup into his arms, he took him upstairs, Toothless following closely. Stoick laid Hiccup in his bed and covered him with a thin blanket.

Hiccup moaned, cracking his eyes open just barely, squinting upwards at his father.

"Dad…" he whispered.

"Hiccup, what happened?" Stoick asked, trying to be calm for his son's sake.

"Dizzy…" Hiccup murmured, his eyelids fluttering. His words were slurred. "I don' feel well…"

"I know," Stoick said, putting his hand on Hiccup's forehead. He could feel a fever coming on. "I'm going to get the healer." He glanced at Toothless just before he hurried off. "Stay with him," he ordered the Night Fury. Toothless nodded in response.

"Like you could keep me away," he said. As Stoick raced down the stairs and out the door, Toothless turned to his rider.

"Hiccup…?" he said. "Are you alright, Hiccup?"

"I don't know," Hiccup said. "I just got really...tired all a sudden."

"It's okay, Hiccup," said Toothless. "You can sleep if you want." He nudged his rider gently and softly, and Hiccup smiled slightly, resting his hand on Toothless' forehead as the dragon rested his chin on the edge of the bed, looking straight at his master. "I'll be here when you wake up. I promise."

Hiccup nodded, and instantly dropped off to sleep. Toothless watched him with concern in his eyes.

"Just be okay," he said. "Please. You have to be okay."

Stoick headed towards the healer's hut, trying to keep his mind from drifting back to the one thing that was on his mind. He couldn't think about the fact that Hiccup could now talk to Toothless. He was completely focused on getting the healer to Hiccup. That was his top priority.

He decided that he wasn't going to tell the healer about Hiccup's ability to speak to his dragon. He would have to think over what he would say before he announced it.

In his sprint, he passed Astrid.

"Chief!" the girl called. "What's-"

"Hiccup said he talked to you about it," Stoick said, pausing just long enough to talk to her. "You know what I'm talking about, I'm sure. He passed out just a minute ago. I'm going to get the healer now, but could you go on with him?"

"Of course," said Astrid, trying to keep her cool although it was quite clear she was losing it already. "I'll go."

Stoick nodded quickly, and ran off again. Astrid turned and headed in the opposite direction, towards the house the Chief had just left. She ran right up the staircase and into Hiccup's room, finding him sleeping with Toothless looking at him with worry etched across his face.

Astrid paused in the doorway, just before racing over to her friend and his dragon. Although Hiccup was sleeping, he still looked as if he were in a lot of pain. Sweat covered his forehead and dampened his hair, and he was convulsing ever so slightly, tossing his head just a bit.

"It's okay, Hiccup," Toothless tried calming him, but it didn't work. Hiccup whimpered softly as Toothless nudged his cheek. Hiccup subconsciously leaned into the warm scales.

Astrid placed her hand against Hiccup's forehead, brushing his damp bangs away from his hot, sweaty forehead. Another moment later, she left and returned with a bucket of cold water and a cloth.

After dipping the fabric into the water and wringing it out just slightly so it still held quite a bit of water, Astrid knelt on the bed and dabbed Hiccup's head with it. It left traces of cool water on his forehead, and Astrid could see him visibly relaxing, if even a little bit. He still whimpered and shivered, leaning his head into Astrid's hand, but at least he was showing signs of calming.

"That's it, Hiccup," she whispered encouragingly, rewetting the rag once again and setting it back on his forehead, gently wiping the sweat away with more care than people knew she possessed. "Just...take it easy." She tucked the blanket more closely around him with her free hand, her other hand holding the cloth to his head.

As soon as she spoke, she heard the door burst open, followed by footsteps. Stoick and one of the village healers - a young man who looked like he was in his mid twenties - walked in. Stoick instantly made his way over to his son while the healer followed him closely.

"He wasn't like this when I left," Stoick said. "He didn't have this high of a fever."

He and Astrid stepped aside with Toothless (who was less than reluctant) to let the healer examine Hiccup. After about five minutes, the healer stepped away once more.

"He appears to just be sick, Chief," the healer explained.

"He passed out," Stoick said. "I already told you that once. He was fine one moment and then unconscious the next. That doesn't sound like just your average sickness."

"He could be sleep deprived," the healer suggested, "but other than that, he seems fine. There's nothing life-threatening, Chief. A few days of bedrest, and he'll be back on his feet."

Stoick decided not to argue, only because it would arouse suspicion. He wasn't going to tell anyone about Hiccup's new ability until he talked to Hiccup about it first. Maybe he could talk to Astrid while Hiccup was resting and learn a few things Hiccup didn't have time to tell him.

The healer gave Stoick a small vial of medicine for Hiccup, and then headed on his way. As soon as he was gone, Stoick turned to Astrid.

He gestured to one of the stools behind Astrid. "Please, have a seat," he offered."We have a lot to talk about."