Astrid turns and looks back at me, "Hey Belle, your stomach is glowing." She says and nods at Stoick and Rye. I glance down, No no no! Ugh, six years and I still have that Dragon blood in me. I feel really dizzy now, oh no, I put a hand over my mouth and dart outside, pushing past Snotlout.
I vomit for five minutes straight, and finally get a break. I turn around and shake my head a bit, trying to see clearly. Hiccup runs over, I might pass out. Snotlout is standing next to Hookfang, "Well I see someone can't keep their yaknog down. Future girl suffering from all this?" Snotlout says loudly. I would hit him, but I might fall over. Hiccup must have recovered a bit, or is just very good at this. He turns around and looks at Snotlout, "SHE, could have held her yaknog better then you could! I don't see you chugging down a whole MUG of yaknog? Do I? She can't help it! She has a problem!" He says a bit loudly.
I stand up carefully and stay put, dad and Rye walk out. "What's going on here?" dad shouts. Snotlout rolls his eyes and looks at dad, "Well, some people can't keep their yaknog down. Anyway, I'm here because Gobber found this in a cupboard." He says and holds out an apron, dad looks confused, "Hiccup's work apron?" dad asks, Snotlout throws the apron at him. "What's on the apron, that's what he found." He says as he hops on his overgrown dragon and flies off.
Dad holds the apron in front of him. Hiccup looks kind of, scared? Dad frowns and looks closely at a large spot. Wait! That spot, it must be the blood I saw on the apron! Dad frowns at Hiccup, "Son, why is your apron covered in blood?" Dad asks Hiccup. I feel like passing out, but Hiccup, Dad and Rye seem to have recovered quickly. Hiccup nervously looks at Astrid and says to dad, "I, I want to wait, I need some time. A few days at most." Dad nods an approval, Astrid and Rye stay for a large supper before heading out.
We three sit in an awkward silence. Toothless behind us, Zip and Thornado outside. Hiccup stands up and takes off his boot. "Belle, it's time we go to bed." I tell dad goodnight and follow Hiccup upstairs to bed. Hiccup's shedding his armor, "So, things worked out for me..." I say as I pull out a couple tunics and two pairs of leggings for us. I toss Hiccup his clothes and stand facing out the window while he changes. Then we switch and I change clothing, I finish changing and turn around. Hiccup's looking at my, tunic? "Is something wrong Hiccup?" I ask him.
He looks at me, "Huh? Oh, this tunic, did you take it from me?" He asks. I place my stuff on the bed, "Yeah, why?" I reply. He shakes his head, "Never mind." He says. I shrug it off, I lay down on my bed, and Hiccup does the same on his, I quietly hum, hoping it will put me to sleep, but apparently Hiccup has good hearing. "Your humming, is it something from the future?" He asks me, I stop, "Yeah, it was a very favorite song of mine. I'm guessing you want to hear it?" I reply. Hiccup nods with a smirk,
I take a deep breath and let it out, forcing the lyrics to fume into my head. I start out in a shy sort of way, getting stronger and better with each word.
"Shipwreck in a sea of faces, there's a dreamy world up there. Dear friends in higher places, carry me away from here. Travel light let the sun eclipse you, cause your flight is about to leave! There's more to this brave adventure, than you'd ever believe, Birdseye view, awake the stars cause they're all around you, wide eyes will always brighten the blue! Chase your dreams, and remember me, speak bravery, cause after all those wings will take you, up, so, high. So bid the forest, a fond goodbye, as you brace the wind, and, take to the sky! Da da da da, da da da da da, da da da da, On the hills of lore and wonder, there's a stormy world up there, you can't whisper above the thunder, but you can fly anywhere. Purple burst of paper birds, this picture paints a thousand words! So take a breath of myth and mystery, and don't look back! Birdseye view, awake the stars cause they're all around you. Wide eyes will always brighten the blue, Chase your dreams, and remember me, speak bravery, cause after all those wings will take you, up so high, so bid the forest, a fond goodbye, as you brace the wind, and, take to the sky." I sing,
Hiccup is smiling in a happy yet sad sort of way. "That's all I know.." I mumble. Hiccup sits up, and moves over to my bed. He kisses me forehead and lies down beside me, "I love it." He whispers. Now I just need to know about that apron,
(Author's Note: That song Isabella was singing, was Take To The Sky, by Owl City.)
The next morning dad knocks on our door to wake us up. "You two have been asleep for a long time, wake up!" He says through the door, I sit up and see Hiccup still asleep beside me. The room is spinning, yaknog… Still has me drunk. I shake Hiccup gently, "Hiccup, c'mon, it's time to go take care of Toothless." I say, the dragon who has been sleeping on his slab of stone perks up at the sounding of his name. I shake Hiccup some more, "H-Hiccup?" I say as he lays there. I slip out of the bed and roll him over. "Hiccup!" I screech. Hiccup's not breathing, I feel under his nose, no breath. I run to our door and open it screaming for dad, "DAD! HICCUP! HE'S NOT BREATHING!" My voice is shaky as I hear dad run up the steps, a chair falling in the background. Dad pushes past me and stands over the bed, he rips off his helmet and picks Hiccup up in his arms like he's a baby. He brings Hiccup's limp body up to his face and places an ear over Hiccup's heart.
"He's still alive, Belle, stay here with him. I need someone special, from another island." Dad says,
I sit down on the bed and dad lays Hiccup in my arms. I hold him up for a minute then gently place him so that he's lying on my lap. His head and shoulders pressed up against my stomach. It feels weird, having Hiccup lying in my arms. Helpless and dying, I slide one arm under his knees and the other under his neck and scoop him up a bit, I bend over him and hum quietly, placing my hand on his chest at times to make sure he's still alive. The times passing, how long until dad will return with help? I run a hand down his ribs, then stop, where my hand is touching, is bleeding. I use one arm to support him as I struggle to pull his tunic up, I manage to get it to where I can see the bleeding spot, a large hole, right in his side, spilling blood.
I feel like crying, it's obvious as to where the hole came from. I've seen it before, Hiccup was impaled by a tail spike from a Deadly Naddar. Probably from that "panic attack" he told me about, that Zip had when they were searching for dad. I grab a loose piece of cloth, a scrap cloth randomly under the bed, and start pressing it to Hiccup's wounds.
I drop the cloth and put a hand gently against his face. I can feel a few tears well up, I have him cradled in my arms, I place a hand on his chest, the heart beats are growing slower and shakier. Hiccup has had many things happen to him, he's lost a foot, he's fallen off cliffs, he's been struck in the head by lightning! But being stabbed in the chest is a first for him. The heart beats are spaced to far apart, Hiccup is never going to make it until dad is back. Of all my memories of the future, now is when the ones of mouth to mouth and some CPR are going to come in handy.
I lay him on the bed, I have to do this or Hiccup will die! I start with something important, I press hard on his chest to keep blood pumping and it beating. I'm making some rapid motions and feel his heart beating a tiny bit more, but not enough to help him survive until dad arrives. I need to get air in his lungs, I move over top of him, my chest pressing against his. I take a deep breath and press my lips against his, blowing out all air in hope of him breathing again. I repeat the process several more times, than I take a huge breath and press my lips against his hard I blow the air into him, as I push the last bit of air into his lungs, my lips brushing against his, I feel him move.
He opens his eyes and freaks out. I pull back my head, "Belle!" He says, I'm about to calm him when he goes into a fit of choking. He'a coughing up some blood and other stuff! A pile of blood and vomit lands on the floor, and he falls back unconscious again.
I pick him up and place him in my lap, crawling into the middle of the bed. I cradle him even more than earlier, a few lonely tears are dripping down my face now. Hiccup told me a few years ago he wanted to die a heroic viking death. While fighting an un-tame-able dragon, not like this. Not here in his house, not in my arms. He can't die here in my arms, oh please Odin, NO! Don't let him die in my arms! I can't watch it, I can't be the last thing he sees, the last person he speaks to! I can't be the girl who cradled her older brother in her arms as she watched him die slowly! I can't loose my family again! Hiccup needs to marry Astrid! He needs to become a father, he needs to be chief someday!
He needs to be, Hiccup. He needs to be a scrawny Hiccup who is teased constantly and rides a Night Fury. Not this, not a helpless boy lying in a woman's arms as death takes him. I need Hiccup, I need my older brother to comfort me when things go wrong, I need him to curl up next to me and kiss my cheek goodnight. I need us to race each other on our dragons and laugh as we get drunk on yaknog. I need Hiccup to protect me. I'll never survive in this viking world without him. No matter how much I know.