Reckless... Or Selfless?
A HttyD Fanfiction
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Rated T for Graphic/Detailed Blood and Injury.
Genres are Hurt/Comfort/General
Set in Race to the Edge, mid-Season 2, after Ep.9
Warnings- Head canons, such as the cousin-relationship between Hiccup and Snotlout will be displayed. Also, most likely Hiccstrid later on.
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Having a slowly dying person in your arms after being attacked is bad enough. Change the details to, I don't know, maybe a RAPIDLY dying cousin, trapped in an unstable icy cavern with a CANIBALLISTIC dragon, after being ambushed and currently hunted by Dragon Hunters, with ABSOLUTELY no means to call for help? Welcome to Snotlout's amazing weekend.
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CHAPTER TWO: Pesky Hunters
Hookfang stormed through the trees, absolutely fuming. Flickers of flame escaped his
About now, his precious, idiotic but well-loved rider would be calming him, and keeping him in control, but no dragon or viking was around to quench his anger, so he only had one option left; use it.
His side still burned with pain from the impact of the arrow, but he ignored it.
The last time he saw the others, they were falling towards the icy glacier, roaring and screaming. It tore at his heart, knowing they could be dead... He paused for a moment, suddenly reconsidering what he was doing; shouldn't he be looking for them?
He slithered between the trees, coming out to peak over the edge of a cliff.
He saw the Dragon Hunter Fleet, docked at the shores of the coastline. He saw men filing out of the boats, Ryker shouting orders and sending them on a search. Hookfang didn't need to be told who they were looking for. After making sure no one had seen him, he crept back into the thick cover of the woods, picking up the pace. He had a long run ahead of him.
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Toothless roared in frustration, holding back the plasma blast in his throat threatening to build up. He shivered, the icy walls he was enclosed in radiating a freezing temperature.
He folded his wings tight to his body, offering some defence.
He knew he couldn't risk firing a plasma blast in the cave- for one, it was ice, and two, he had no idea what the cave was like outside the walls- or, how unstable it was. Firing could cause the ceiling to come crashing down on him, possibly worse... He shuddered, having the horrible image of his Hiccup being brutally murdered by falling ice... But who was to say that hadn't already happened?
Toothless didn't want to though. Too risky, he thought bitterly, as he paced the empty space in a vain attempt to get warmer.
The fire in his belly offered some heat, but it wasn't enough. The temperature of the room succeeded the shielding level, and he had been blasting a lot before getting trapped here, which meant he would naturally be colder...
He feared for his rider's life- he feared for all of their friends, especially Snotlout and Hookfang. He was more nervous than scared for the Monstrous Nightmare, not knowing in the slightest what was going on with the big dragon. Last he saw, the Stoker dragon had one of those Dragon-Root tipped arrows in his side, causing him to become crazy and unbalanced.
The Night Fury clawed at the floor pathetically, whimpering soft and low in the back of his throat.
Where was everyone...?
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Hiccup moaned, feeling that horrible pain in his stomach and the large wave of nausea hit him for not the first time in the day... Or was it night?
He blinked in rapid succession, becoming aware of his surroundings. He was still in that horrible ice cave, surrounded by the forbiddingly cold and scary icy blue walls he didn't understand. Snotlout was sleeping against the wall behind him, knees tucked to his chest and his head rolled to the side.
The young man eyed the big, bad sharp thing still lodged in his side, and really wished this was all a dream nightmare; he even considered pinching himself, discover the truth, but he decided against it. He had enough pain already...
He sighed, wishing with all his mind and heart Toothless was here. He was worried about the dragons, he just wanted to know where they were, if they were alright...
Soon, he found sleep once again taking him under, although he went to rest terrified.
Terrified he wouldn't wake up.
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Ryker towered over him, smiling sickly. Snotlout found himself tied against a mast, beaten up and gagged.
The large man leaned back, folding his arms casually; he stepped aside, revealing a bloodied corpse, mangled and disembodied- Hiccup's corpse as Snotlout screamed...
Snotlout shot up, gasping, heart and mind racing. He felt tears escape his eyelids, as he crawled over to Hiccup, half fearing his cousin was dead.
Hiccup was laboriously breathing, like he was when Snotlout fell asleep, fast asleep but not without a pained expression. He pressed a finger against Hiccup's neck, just to be sure- soon enough, he did feel a faint pulse, and he allowed himself to slump back against the ice, wincing at the cold burst it sent through him.
The dark-haired adolescent knew he probably couldn't do anything, and that hurt so, so bad.
He sighed, checking his friend and cousin's temperature. He was already showing symptoms of hypothermia, and Snotlout hated himself for not remembering it before.
Snotlout had a nagging in the back of his head, something trying to tell him something. He decided to listen to it, and was horrified with the realisation. Slow breathing... Weak pulse... He was having trouble speaking, wasn't he? He felt sick in the stomach... Oh no.
Suddenly, it snapped him to reality. Despite his low IQ (not that he would admit it), Snotlout knew this probably meant Hiccup had severe hypothermia. Which was simply fabulous, as if they didn't have enough problems.
Snotlout himself was shivering, which most likely meant he would be falling under the same thing very soon...
Snotlout really wished he had listened to Fishlegs during their medical lessons (hadn't he been trying to get a cod from Hookfang?) ... He ran over what he could remember, coming to the conclusion it was probably caused by the direct contact with the ice shards- then again, the shard still stuck in him wasn't exactly helping, either. Snotlout bit his lip. He needed to get that out.
He also knew that if Hiccup didn't get medical treatment soon...
...Snotlout really didn't want to think about that.
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A/N:
Ok, first thing comes first;
I AM NOT A DOCTOR, NOR I PRETEND TO BE ONE!
This applies to all my fan fictions! Now, I know basics, thanks to other fanfictions and those 'survival lessons' they give you at school, and this is all kinda funny... My mum's a nurse. XD
I did have to research a bit on hypothermia, but I think it was worth it... Hey, it was gonna happen sometime, considering I am someone who adores a franchise's main character to get hurt... Especially when it's Hiccup...
...Especially when it's Hiccup.
EVERYONE IS GOING TO DIEEE! (No, seriously, we all die someday...)
Crystallion12