Roses can be red, roses can be blue, they can also be pink, white, purple, orange, and yellow. Step up your game, violets.
Sorry, I know you were all probably waiting for something romantic to happen...
OKAY, SO, a friend gave me their fedora, and the first thing I did was put it on and say, "OH LOOK! I LOOK FEDORABLE!" My family couldn't believe it. Some of them were all "Oh my gosh, she did not just do that" while I cackled and the rest of my family groaned.
I like puns. I'm sorry. Shout-outs soon (next chapter, or the chapter after that)! :D
NOTE: I was thinking about killing Hiccup in this fic, but I don't know if I will or not. I'm leaning more towards the "Not" just because I normally don't like destroying characters, but nothing is set in stone. I like to save my DeathFics for a really, really, really dramatic climax, and then do it then, and the more I do deathfics, the more people come to expect them, so I plan to keep it all a surprise. :)
I hope you can all still enjoy this and other stories. :) I'm writing a one-shot, by the way, that should be up once this fic is finished. I'm having trouble writing it...ugh, MIND, THINK! :D Enjoy the chapter!
"WHAT!?" Astrid, Stoick, Ruffnut, Tuffnut and Snotlout shouted in unison. The dragons roared at their riders' yelling, looking at all of them in confusion.
"IS THIS SOME KIND OF SICK JOKE!?" Astrid yelled.
"No!" Fishlegs defended, shielding his face with his arms in case Astrid decided he would make a good punching bag. "No, that's what Gothi said! I promise! I wouldn't lie or joke about something like this!"
"Is...is it true, Gothi?" Astrid asked, and Gothi nodded, her head lowered, staring at the floor before she turned back and began tending to Hiccup again, washing his wound and then binding it tightly once more.
"Poison is curable...isn't it?" said Snotlout. No one said anything. "ISN'T IT!?" Snotlout demanded, louder a second time.
"Gothi, does the poison have a cure?" Stoick asked. Gothi looked at Hiccup, and then at the Chief, until she started writing more out on the ground with her staff. Fishlegs bent over to read the writing, and then looked back up at his Chief and friends.
"She says that the only cure for this kind of poison comes from...Berserk," said Fishlegs nervously. "And...and if we want Hiccup to live, then the cure on Berserk is his only hope. She...she says that...that...as of now...Hiccup is...he's dying."
"Dagur did this on purpose!" Astrid shouted angrily. "I thought it was just an accident at first that Hiccup was shot, but Dagur knew that he was shot! He knew that the only cure for the poison would be on Berserk! He knew!"
"What happened, Astrid?" said Stoick angrily. "All of it. Don't hold anything back at all."
And so Astrid and the other youths of the academy told him everything, starting from the training mission on Dragon Island, to fighting Dagur, to trying to save Hiccup after he was shot, and then finally to stealing the ship and getting back to Berk. Stoick listened while Gothi picked some herbs out of her bag and assembled a small concoction, soon forcing it down Hiccup's throat for an unknown reason.
"All that happened," said Stoick, his voice dropping dramatically as he looked back at his unconscious son laying on the bed, "and now, Hiccup is dying."
"He's not dying, sir," said Fishlegs. "Well, not technically. If we can get the cure from Berserk, he won't die. It's his only chance, Stoick."
"Fishlegs is right!" said Astrid. "We have to go find it, right now! Gothi, what does it look like?" While Gothi wrote with her staff, Ruffnut and Tuffnut looked back at the girl, Snotlout, Stoick, and Fishlegs.
"Wait...but if we do that," said Tuffnut, "aren't we falling into the Berserkers' trap? I mean...if what you said about Dagur meaning to shoot Hiccup with the arrow...or, maybe not even Hiccup, but any or us-"
"Then maybe he has something planned out to use against us once we get there," said Ruffnut. "He's going to try to kill us."
Astrid was surprised for a moment, mainly because the twins had a point, and also for the fact that they hardly ever were serious about something. She groaned when Ruffnut and Tuffnut suddenly shouted, "COOL!" and bashed their heads together, ruining what they had previously stated.
"It will be dangerous," said Astrid, "but at least Hiccup has a chance. If we move now, maybe we can save him, but if we don't move at all, then Hiccup...Hiccup will...Hiccup will die." She could barely say it; it was harder to imagine than one would think.
Once Gothi finished writing on the ground, Fishlegs stepped up to, once again, interperatate.
"She says that it is a root," said Fishlegs. "A root to a tree called...called...Feraschip. It only grows on Berserk, and that root and that root only is the cure for the poison infecting Hiccup's body."
"Okay, so what does it look like?" said Astrid quickly. She knew that the sooner they left, the sooner they could get back. She also knew that if they didn't leave soon, they weren't going to have enough time to find the cure before Hiccup passed away.
"Gothi says that it looks a bit like Loki tree, only it has a slight blue tinge to it," said Fishlegs. "The tree structure is waxy looking, and feels rough under your fingertips. It is grown near bodies of water, and near bodies of water only. It's unable to grow anywhere else."
"Okay, so we're looking for a blue, wax tree that likes water," said Snotlout, summing it up in that one short sentence. "It really shouldn't be too hard. When do we leave?"
"We're leaving now," said Astrid. "Right now."
"I'm coming with you," said Stoick. "You could use my help." Astrid knew that in truth, the Chief didn't want to leave his sick and dying son even for a minute. So, seeing that, she quickly shook her head.
"Sir, you stay with Hiccup," she said. "He needs you here, in case he wakes up while we're gone. You know that, hurt, sick or not, he will try to find us."
Stoick sighed, and then nodded, sitting on the edge of Hiccup's bed while watching the others just as they started to leave. Toothless nuzzled up to Astrid, obviously worried for both her and his rider.
"Oh, Toothless," said Astrid, "we'll be okay. Now, you stay with Hiccup here, and take care of him. Take good care of him, Toothless, for me." Toothless answered her by licking her, and she offered him a sad smile.
Just before they left, Gothi wrote once more in the sand, and Fishlegs paused to translate.
"Oh no," he mumbled, and the others heard him on accident.
Astrid, Snotlout, Ruffnut, Tuffnut, Stoick, and the dragons whipped around in his direction, staring at him as Fishlegs struggled to find the words to speak.
"WHAT!?" they shouted. "FISHLEGS, WHAT IS IT!?"
Fishlegs swallowed hard. "We...we have until tonight," he said, "or Hiccup dies."