/If your still reading, hey. Like I said, this won't be updated a whole lot, but I'll get it done promise! Dagur will come in soon, not this chapter, but hopefully the next. Anyway, here's chapter 3.
Getting back proved a challenge. Actually that's an understatement. Toothless had to get back as fast as possible, without flying or going too fast. So in the end it turned out to be a frustratingly slow mix between a jog and actual running.
The good news was Hiccup was moving. Well he wasn't awake, but at least he wasn't, well, dead.
"Come on Hic, hold on, ten more minutes." Astrid whispered, gently cradling him in her arms. His blood was seeping onto her top, more than likely staining it. Toothless cooed, perfectly aware of the danger his best friend was in.
It was midday, but it was still cool. Heck, there was still frost coating the grass. Astrid shivered slightly, she hadn't even noticed cold it had gotten in the panic of everything. She felt Hiccup shiver in her arms, instantly wishing she had some warmth to offer him. But of course she didn't, she never carried extra clothes. Maybe that would be a good idea.
She jolted suddenly, coming out of her trail thoughts in an instant. She gently pats Toothless' side, trying to comfort him.
"He'll be fine." She chokes, not even believing her own words for a second.
After what seems a generation, the four jog into the town. Other villagers instantly saw them, and offered a friendly wave. Astrid shook her head, shaking in her panic. The women closet hesitated, before seeing the limp body in Astrids arms.
She runs forwards, gaining the attention of other by-passers.
"W-what happened dear?" She spluttered at Astrid, unsure of what to do. Astrid said nothing, gesturing towards Hiccup, who was now whimpering slightly. The women, bites her lip, helping Astrid off Toothless and taking a hold of Hiccup.
"I'll get the healer." A male voice shouts from behind them, Astrid turns, and smiles gratefully.
The women takes off one of her layers, and places it on the ground. She picks up Hiccup, laying him out on the fabric. Not the comfiest of places, but it would have to do. Astrid kneels beside him, her hands shaking.
Hiccups eyes flutter slightly. He was waking up. If that was a good thing she wasn't sure.
"Shh..." She ushers, offering all the comfort she could manage without actually touching him.
Hiccup groans again, trying to roll onto his side. His mouth opens, as if to speak, but no words come out. Just a large breath. He stops for a second, before rolling back into his original position. Astrid nods, hoping he'll stay put.
By now a large crowd had gathered round, curious about the commotion. Once realising who was lying on the floor, murmurs went through the crowd.
"Is that Hiccup?"
"What happened?!"
"Where's Stoick?"
The chatter was hushed when an unmistakable voice boomed over the crowd.
"What's going on?" Asked the voice of the chief.
Everyone went silent, clearing a path so the large man could reach the front. He hesitated, everyone was giving him stares as if they knew something. He shrugs it off, pushing forwards.
The first thing he actually saw was Toothless. His ears perked and eyes open wide. The chief glanced around, Hiccup wasn't there.
"Chief- he's uh..." A female voice said from the ground, Astrid. He looked down, well now he knew where Hiccup was.
"Son?" Is all he manages to say. He kneels down, beside Astrid, resisting the temptation to pick up the unconscious body.
The slap of feet becomes audible from behind the crowd.
"She's here, well coming. Yeah."
The elder is just behind him, and despite her age was there within five minutes. She pushes through the crowd, not waiting for the larger Vikings to move. Astrid and Stick split apart, making a gap.
She sets to work right away, treating the wounds more likely to infected within the next ten minutes. Several bandages and herbs later, she 'asks' for help to get him to the hut.
Stoick and Gobber and obviously first to offer. It's the first thing either have said since the commotion began.
~One Hour Later~
The Haddock household was once again silent. A bed sat in the main room, as close to the fire as it could get without, well, setting fire. In the bed was none other than Hiccup Haddock. His father was sat at the side, taking a gentle hold of his sons hand.
The small boy was bundled under several layers of various blankets and furs. His head was propped up on two pillows, something about having to keep it elevated. Despite all the layers and fire a foot or so away, Hiccup was still shivering a little.
"Oh Hiccup..." He sighs. The elder says he would wake up soon, really soon. Probably in a day or two, maybe even that night. His injuries weren't as bad as anticipated. A few bruised ribs, most probably a twisted ankle or such. Most of the impact went to his foot which wasn't actually there, and his head. That was most of the problem.
Hiccup groaned lightly, shifting his position. Stoick smiled lightly. He was right, it could be worse.
From the side of him, Toothless whines. He had somehow managed to avoid any injuries from their little crash, so was now sick with worry.
"He'll be okay..." The large man reassures, gently patting the reptile on the head. Toothless whines again, but seems a little more relaxed.
The chief yawns, exhausted from the last few hours events, he hesitates to sleep though, what if something happened and he was asleep? He was an extremely deep sleeper, he would most probably dream on through anything happening.
After a few more minutes of trying to make a decision, he opts for spending the night on the sofa, hopefully nothing would happen. He sighs, standingup slowly and moving to his temporary bed, settling down for the night.
/So...yeah. Sorry this is a very uneventful chapter. I promise Dagur will come in next chapter! Okay, see you soon (probably)