A/N: Here's another one for y'all! I decided to mix in some prompts that I think would match up together. :D

Disclaimer: HTTYD is property of DreamWorks Animation and Cressida Cowell.

Prompt/s:

- "can you do a story were Hiccup pulls astrid over to him using his shield from the show," sent by Mystery Angle.

- "If you could, can you write one about astrid getting bandaged by hiccup, in a sparring accident. Or how about astrid actually cooking something that's edible," sent by greenshade15.

- "If you are still taking requests, could you do a one-shot of Astrid getting hurt (not like fatally injured or anything, like a cut on her arm or twisted ankle or something) and Hiccup trying to help her but she just keeps being stubborn until the wound gets infected or she just can't properly," sent by WinxBigFan135.

Summary: Astrid injured herself during a training session, and Hiccup wants to help her get better. Being the stubborn Hofferson she is, she refuses his help, not wanting to bother people with her problems. Hiccup, being equally as stubborn, managed to lasso her back to him, not taking no for an answer.

Rated: T

Wounds

"Hiccup, I told you. I'm fine," she said for the nth time, trying to escape from his grasp. His hand gripped tightly on her arm causing her to wince in pain. She managed to leave a couple of cuts on her arms after training. She told him she needed to work on her form. The cuts meant she was right. She was feeling out of practice, so of course she went all out. Hiccup, on the other hand, wasn't too pleased.

"Yes, you're fine, milady," he said sarcastically as he wrapped a clean cloth around her injured arm. "If you mean an arm filled with cuts and bruises is fine."

Ever since becoming chief, Hiccup suddenly got more protective over his betrothed, not wanting her to get hurt or leave his side for too long. It was something he needed to be assured of now. His father died. He never wants to lose anyone precious to him again. Astrid knew that, but she felt... imprisoned.

"Hiccup, this isn't the first time I've been bruised during training," she replied, placing her free hand on his arm. "You're just being a worry-wart."

He sighed. She was right. He, surely, didn't want to take her freedom away. He never wanted to. He just wanted her safe. "I know."

She smiled at him, standing up, the cloth falling down her arm. "So, I guess we're done here."

Hiccup scoffed. "No way. I'm still fixing you up."

"Hiccup, I feel fine."

"Yeah, but your arm will get infected."

She groaned. "Seriously, babe. Stormfly might be hungry."

"Not until your arms been bandaged properly, milady." He stood up beside her.

"I thought we were done with the whole 'you being a worry-wart' thing!"

"Oh, we are," he replied. "I just don't want you to get infected."

"Worry-wart," she said, giving him an incredulous look. "Yeah, we'll finish this later, Hiccup."

She attempted to walk away, only to feel ropes on her skin. She let out a shriek when she was being pulled back to her irritatingly sweet fiance. She felt the wood against her back, and his breath on her neck.

She sighed, turning her head to look at the silly smirk he had on. "You're not going to let me go until this is done, are you?"

"Nope."

"I hate that I love you, sometimes."

"I love you, too." He kissed her forehead. "Now, be a good girl and sit down, so daddy can heal your wounds."

She scoffed as the ropes got untangled and sat down. "Daddy?" She repeated. "Are you serious?"

"Yes," he replied.

"Okay, then. How does Daddy intend to heal Mommy's wounds?"

"In more ways than one."

You could say they've been fixing each other up that night.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed! :D