Chapter 1 – Poor Little Hiccup
Hello *peeks around corner* I'm Astrid-LayyxPotter and I'm newww! This is my first story (ish). Just wanted to say please enjoy my storys and one-shots. If you have any questions I will be happy to reply if you leave them in the reviews!
This is a few chapters of Little/Baby/Teen Hiccup one-shots/drabbles and I can't yet say how many I will write.
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Whenever winter rolled around, Stoick had to keep his supply of milk and honey full to the brim. There was always a baby bottle ready with the mixture in for when the first tell-tale sniffs came. However things don't always go to plan...
To say Stoick was busy would be a massive under statement. He was in many council meetings every week and this was another. The last dragon raid to most of the villages livestock leaving sheep and yak at minimal numbers. During this busy busy time, flu season had come and along with that many sleepless nights for the vast chief.
If Stoick wasn't so caught up in his work he may have noticed the first little sniffles the came up from under the table in the Great Hall.
As Stoick was discussing how to get more fish his five-year-old son Hiccup leant on his enormous thigh to rest and get his fathers attention.
"Hiccup, I know you want to learn to be chief but your too young to be in these meetings at the moment." he whispered gently.
"I know, I'm sowwy Daddy"Hiccup replied. Noticing how his son called him 'daddy' he realised something was wrong. You see although Hiccup was only 5, Stoick had taught him to act more viking like. Due to this his son always called him 'Dad'. Only going to 'Daddy' if he was scared or upset. Or in this case sick.
"Are you alright son?" Stoick worriedly questioned as Hiccup tried, and failed, to climb into his dad's lap. Unfortunately for Hiccup, Stoick was a massive size compared to his tiny son.
"I don't feel good Daddy" whimpered Hiccup.
"Guys can we speed this up" Stoick said. Hiccup had finally climbed into his dad's lap and was curled into himself like a tiny kitten trying to find a safe haven. 'He has to be sick' thought the chief.
Soon enough the meeting was over and Stoick took Hiccup back to the house.
"Where is it!?" Stoick whisper-yelled as to not awaken his supposedly-sleeping son. "I swear it was here... FOUND IT" Stoick turned the kettle on and waited for the water to boil. He had lost Hiccup's bottle full of milk and honey powder.
Back up in Hiccups room, the poor boy was rapidly looking around his room whimpering gently. "Son?! , Hiccup whats wrong?" Stoick asked. "Daddy, is that you?" Hiccup replied. "Yes it's me son" Stoick said. Stoick helped his son climb back into his bed while he sat on a stool nearby. Hiccup snuggled down under the blankets. Stoick had bought up a bucket of cold water with a rag after he felt Hiccups fever. The rag was being constantly dunked into the slowly-turning-warm water as Stoick tried to break Hiccups fever. Stoick had given Hiccup some milk and honey in order to send him off to sleep. Hiccup had taken the bottle immediately and drank deeply. "Easy there little guy, you don't want to get- " he was interrupted with a small hiccup coming from the small, sick boy. "the hiccups" Stoick finished, laughing. He tucked his son into bed after telling him to drink slower. "Take care son, I love you" was the last Hiccup heard before drifting off to dreamland.