The rest of that day had been really uneventful, considering everything that had led up to it. Astrid had eventually come back, Hiccup gave her as much of an apology as he could, there was some brief hugging; by that night, everything seemed better. He ordered her to go home because she had apparently been sleeping in that horrible chair while he was out for those three days. It took a lot of convincing to actually get her to leave, but, by midnight, he was finally alone for once.

It felt strange. For the first time since he'd woken up, he reached down and moved his blanket to the side, revealing the stump on the end of his leg and the empty space where his left foot should have been.

Hiccup leaned forward, just barely touching the end of it. He could barely feel his hand touching his leg at all. There was obviously more damage there than just what he could see…

He closed his eyes and pulled his hand back. The same could probably be said for everything else at the moment. His car was probably beyond repair, if there was anything left. Clearly, he and Astrid were going to have some disagreements when it came to Jack… And then, Jack himself. Well, there was no way of knowing how much damage had really been done there.

Hiccup sighed.

Things were going to just get more complicated from here, weren't they?

A whole week. Hiccup had started counting the days. According to Astrid, he'd been in a coma for three days and two nights, and now he'd been functioning properly (for the most part) in this stupid hospital for four days and four nights. That brought the grand total to a whole week of just doing nothing but lying in this damned bed. Well, save for the assisted bathroom breaks and showers, he really didn't even get to do more than sit all day. Was it really so bad to be missing a foot? It didn't necessarily feel all that different. It was just hard to walk with nothing there to hold him up is all.

But, if he was honest, it didn't really bother him. If anything, sitting here, watching this Breaking Bad marathon on the tiny square TV because he had literally nothing else he could do, was far more painful. He was just so bored.

Hiccup let out a loud sigh, irritated, and Astrid looked up from her phone before setting it on the windowsill behind her.

"What is it now?" she asked him, sounding half-apathetic.

Hiccup just stared down at the lumpy blanket covering his legs...or, rather, leg and a half. Hiccup scrunched up his nose, making a face. Was he really making jokes at his own expense? He needed to get out of this hospital soon or he'd truly wind up going insane.

Astrid leaned forward on her chair, her expression softening as she waited to hear what he would say. He glanced back over at her. Oh, right. He should say something…

If he said he was bored again, she was probably going to slap him. He just needed to think of something to do to occupy his time. Something that wasn't another dumb card game or mindless doodling. Something fun, like racing cars or...playing with puppies.

Hiccup's eyes darted back over to meet Astrid's, and he finally spoke, admitting,

"I miss...Toothless."

Astrid rolled her eyes, groaning,

"Look, Hiccup, I know you miss your car and all, but Toothless is gone. Burnt to a crisp. It's not coming back, and you just need to deal with it and move on."

Hiccup gave her an unamused look before replying rather matter-of-factly,

"I meant the dog Toothless, not the car Toothless."

Astrid blinked. She reached back and grabbed her phone, looking away from him purposefully.

"...oh, right. Uhh."

He smirked at her awkwardness. That was a rare sight.

"It's okay," he reassured her. "Blame Jack. He's the one who named his dog after my car, after all. It's just… I haven't seen Toothless since… well, since the morning of the accident."

Hiccup noticed Astrid cringe at the sound of Jack's name again. She was still keeping that up? She pretended to not be paying attention to him, staring at her phone, probably just flipping through screens and not actually doing anything of actual interest on it.

"Well, what exactly do you want me to do about it?" she retorted, a scowl slowly forming as she continued looking down at her phone.

Hiccup bit the inside of his cheek. Well, how else would he get to see Toothless again? It should be kind of obvious, but Astrid wasn't going to want to hear it. Was he really up for another fight?

Hiccup grimaced as he replied earnestly,

"Let me...call Jack, so he can bring him here?"

Annnnd there was that full scowl. Extra dark glare in her eyes, too, for a nice hint of added disdain. Record time for him, he was a bit impressed.

"Absolutely not," she spat angrily, her voice instantly cold.

Hiccup tried again.

"Uh, well then...maybe you can call Jack and-?"

"Not gonna happen," Astrid quipped back, not even letting him finish.

He groaned dramatically, letting his arms fall at his sides.

"Oh, come on! Please, Astrid?" he pleaded, "I'm on my deathbed here! Couldn't you honor my final wishes for me?"

Astrid kept her glare but stared back at her phone in her hands.

"You're not on your deathbed, stupid," she remarked. "You're just missing a foot. And, possibly, a brain."

Hiccup rolled his eyes. Of course she would say that! Was his request really so much to ask for? She could find some way to let him just see that adorable little puppy again, right? Why was she making this more difficult than it needed to be?!

"Astrid, I just wanna see Toothless," he told her. "Not Jack. Jack doesn't have to come at all! You can just...go and ask to borrow Toothless for a bit. Or, maybe go all ninja and kidnap him from Jack's house for me, or you could-"

"I'm not doing it, Hiccup," Astrid cut him off sternly.

Hiccup threw his hands up in the air dramatically.

"Come onnnnnnnnnnn!" he whined.

"No."

Hiccup puffed out his cheeks, annoyed.

"Please?" he tried again, putting his arms down and crossing them.

"No."

"Pretty please?!" he tried a third time.

"Nope."

He should have known better than to trifle with the impenetrable force that was Astrid. Guess that only left one more option…

"Okay, fine," he sat up straight, tossing the blanket aside. "I'LL go and get him myself!"

Astrid took a moment to process what he'd said before looking up to see him swinging his legs to the side of the bed to get down.

"What? No, you're- Hiccup, stop!" She jumped out of her chair and rushed up to him, blocking him from moving.

He stared at the phone in her hand and then back up at her face.

"All I'm asking for is a simple phone call, Astrid," he told her as calmly as possible.

"Yeah, to the maniac that almost got you killed!"

Astrid took a step back, pocketing her phone to keep it out of his reach.

"But I'm not dead, am I?" Hiccup looked around, extending his arms out at his sides dramatically as he spoke. "I'm very much alive. And very much missing a certain, adorable, tiny puppy that I have to see or I think I will die!"

That one definitely warranted a punch, but one never came. He shifted back onto the bed and looked up at her again.

"Gods, you're never gonna shut up about this until I give in, are you?" she said quietly.

Hiccup grinned.

"That's the plan."

Astrid folded her arms over her chest, looking away from him. He continued to smile up at her. She shoved her arms back down at her sides and looked the opposite way.

He just kept smiling. Come on, Astrid, just break already!

She determinedly kept from looking at him, but he knew she could sense the look he was giving her. Puppy eyes can penetrate from any angle, after all. He just had to keep it up until she finally gave in.

"...FINE!" she finally shouted, stomping off towards the end of the bed.

"Yes!" Hiccup relished in his victory.

"BUT," Astrid added, stopping him, "Jack is NOT coming into this room!"

Hiccup raised an eyebrow.

"But, what about-"

She held up a finger, stopping him again.

"Say another word and I won't even let that man in the building."

Hiccup closed his mouth and gave her another grin. No sass? Done.

"That's more like it," she smirked, and then pulled out her phone again as she walked toward the door. "Now, don't go anywhere. I'm gonna...go find a way to actually do any of this crap you expect me to do."

She opened the door, but Hiccup sat forward just as she was about to step out.

"...hey, Astrid?" he called.

She turned back, grumbling,

"Ugh, what?"

He breathed. He really didn't give her enough credit, did he?

"Thanks."

A small smile crossed her lips before she waved him off, yelling,

"Yeah, you better thank me!"

And with that, she stomped back into the hallway and left him there to laugh to himself.