Hello! :D Shout-outs:

xFaerieValkyriex: WE GET A PREVIEW AND OMGOODNESS I AM SOOOOOOO EXCITED! I've been waiting for a new season since HTTYD2 first came out, and FINALLY! WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOYIIIIIISSSSS! Sorry, I fangirl a lot...XD I took a cooking class a few years ago with some friends of mine. I like cooking. :D

silverwolvesarecool: WHOA, NOPE. NOPE, NO WEREWOLVES, I PROMISE! :D And I don't think Hiccup's going to have rabies, because so far, I've read that hardly anyone survives from rabies, and when they do, they need a special medicine for it, which I don't think the Berkians have...but you'll have to wait and see! :D (Yeah, no rabies)

ADayWithNoLaughterIsADayWasted: Thanks! :D

midnightsky0612: Brilliant idea, Astrid. :D

meladi1: Yeah, let Fishlegs do it, Astrid. Wise decision. :D

Fishlegs was more than happy to help Astrid. He helped Astrid make the soup (it was more Fishlegs doing everything than helping Astrid do it), and then bid her farewell afterwards, telling her as he left that one spoonful of the medicine a day for Hiccup would bring down his fever after two days. Astrid thanked him as he left for all his help, and then shut the door behind him as he left.

Then, she grabbed a spoon and the medicine, and made her way upstairs. Valka was sitting on the edge of the bed, dabbing Hiccup's forehead with a cloth, wiping away the sweat that was covering his face like a thin sheet. Astrid approached the bedside, pausing a moment to look at Hiccup and Valka each before she spoke.

"Fishlegs came over," Astrid said.

"I know, I heard him," Valka said. "What did he say?"

"He gave us this for Hiccup," Astrid said, handing Valka the bottle. Valka took it from her, looking it over. "It's to bring down his fever," Astrid explained. "Fishlegs said one spoonful a day for two days, and the fever should be gone."

"Alright," Valka said, nodding as she uncorked the bottle. Astrid handed her the spoon, and she poured enough of the medicine into it to fill it. She set the bottle on Hiccup's desk and then scooted closed to her son, putting one of her hands on the top of his head while her other hand brought the spoon to his mouth. He swallowed the medicine without much of a problem in his half-awake-state, and for that, Astrid and Valka were relieved.

"Did you have a chance to make any soup?" Valka asked.

"I did," Astrid said. "Would you like me to go bring a bowl up here?"

"In a few minutes, maybe, thank you, Astrid," Valka said. "We'll wait until he wakes up. He needs all the rest he can get."

Astrid nodded. She understood that.

The rest of the day consisted of nothing of importance. Hiccup woke up long enough to eat a bowl of soup, and then a few hours later, it made a reappearance when he was sick. Valka and Astrid watched over him constantly, and when Valka left to do something, Astrid stayed with Hiccup, and when Astrid left, Valka stayed with him. Toothless waited on his stone slab sadly, wishing that there was more he could have done for his rider. He knew that Astrid and Valka were taking care of him, and he trusted them both.

By nightfall, Astrid and Valka were both exhausted. Astrid was sitting at Hiccup's bedside, holding his hand while Valka put out the hearth downstairs. When the woman made it up to her son's loft once again, she was greeted by Astrid looking ready to keel over in exhaustion.

"Astrid, you can go home and rest if you want," Valka said, putting her hand on Astrid's shoulder.

Astrid glanced up at her, and then shook her head feverishly. "No, I want to stay," she said. "I'll be alright."

"Astrid," Valka said, "you need to go get some sleep. I'll take care of him. You can come back tomorrow if you want to."

Astrid looked up at Valka, and then back at Hiccup. It took a few minutes, but she nodded, rising to a stand. She leaned over her friend and kissed his sweaty forehead, whispering, "I'll be back tomorrow, I promise" before turning, bidding Valka goodnight, and heading off. Valka, once Astrid was gone, sat down beside Hiccup on the bed, re-wetting a cloth to put back on his forehead.

"Oh Hiccup…" she whispered. "How did I let this happen to you?" She couldn't help but blame herself; it was her natural response when something happened to her child. During the battle with the Bewilderbeast, when the Alpha froze Hiccup and Toothless in that large chunk of ice, she was certain that her son had been killed. It was it. She had been sure that she had been the one to bring Hiccup to his doom. But then Toothless broke the ice, and Hiccup was alive.

Now, though, it wasn't as easy as just breaking through a cavern of ice. Now, Hiccup was sick, and Valka didn't know what she was to do in order to make him well again. She hadn't known him for that long, either. She hardly knew him at all. She needed more time. She needed more time to make up for the twenty years in which he lived his life believing his mother had been killed by dragons. She needed to make it up to him.

Maybe she was doing that, by taking care of him while he was ill. She was catching up on the childhood she had missed, taking care of her not-so-little boy (in Valka's motherly mind, though, Hiccup was still her little baby), helping soothe his fever, telling him constantly that it was alright, and that he would be alright, and that she was there with him and for him, and that she wasn't going to leave.

She stayed with him, keeping his forehead cool until his eyes flickered open. He regarded her drowsily, his eyes unfocused and glassy due to the fever he still sprouted.

"Mom," he rasped.

"Hiccup," Valka said. She was whispering, although she wasn't one hundred percent sure why. "Are you alright?" Maybe it was a stupid question, but Valka didn't know what else to say. Plus, she wanted to know just what it was Hiccup was feeling.

"I don't know…" Hiccup said quietly. Valka moved the rag from his forehead to his cheek, wiping sweat off his face. "I don't exactly feel alright…"

Valka didn't respond. Instead, she kissed his forehead, running her fingers through his hair.

"I'm sorry you're sick, son," Valka said.

"S'alright…" Hiccup said. "Not your fault."

Valka decided not to argue, although she felt as though it were entirely her fault, despite the fact that it wasn't at all, and that Hiccup was right. Hiccup's eyelids fluttered, as if he were struggling to keep them open.

"Don't fight it, Hiccup," Valka said. "Just sleep."

Hiccup nodded, doing as his mother had said.