Sick Times

Prompt: Modern Fic of Sicky Hiccup being stubborn and Astrid having to care for him. Hehehe.

Wow, it's been a while on this story. Sorry about it. I still take requests, so don't be afraid!

This is for Lightclaw's Shadow, hope you enjoy!

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"Get away from me."

"No."

"I don't need your help," Hanson coughed into his elbow "I'm fine."

Astrid rolled her eyes and felt his forehead "Your mom called me for a reason. Jesus, you're burning up."

"I'm a twenty year old man! I don't need my mom or my girlfriend fussing over me like I'm two years old." Hanson pulled the blanket over himself

Astrid yanked the blanket off of him "Your parents are super worried. Let me take your temp." Astrid stood up and walked into his bathroom

"I moved out for a reason!" His voice cracked and his girlfriend started to laugh hysterically. "It's not funny!"

"I think it's pretty funny that my boyfriend hasn't gone through puberty yet." Astrid walked back in with the thermometer. "Open up."

"No." Hanson closed his mouth

"Open up!" Hanson shook his head and Astrid rolled her eyes. "Hanson Harrison Haddock the Third!" Hanson shook his head again, and Astrid climbed into the bed and tried to force his mouth open. "I'm just trying to get you better!"

"Stop! Astrid!"

"Ow! Did you just bite me!?"

Hanson laughed and she smirked. She stuck the thermometer in his mouth.

"I won!" Astrid cheered

Hanson crossed his arms and glared at his TV.

Three minutes later, Astrid took the thermometer out of his mouth and looked at it "99.5. Not bad enough for the doctors yet."

"See I told you. I'm fine."

"Yeah, but you're not getting out of bed today."

"But I'm not sick!"

"Hanson!" Hanson was about to answer but had a coughing fit. "Yeah, that's what I thought. Stay here, I'll make you some tea."

"Astrid!" Huffed Hanson, crossing his arms

"You can get rid of me that easily!" Called Astrid from his kitchen

"Sometimes I hate you." He muttered.

"You should sleep." Said Astrid, sitting next to his bed

"I don't wanna." Hanson looked at her sleepily "But I do wanna kiss you."

"Aw, babe, you're just high from all the cough medicine."

"No, I'm not." Slurred Hanson "Okay, maybe a little. But your pretty and I want to kiss you."

"Just sleep babe." Astrid kissed his sweaty forehead and walked out of his room.

Astrid was finishing up some soup (out of the can) for Hanson when she heard a thunk from his room.

"Hanson!?" Astrid ran into his room and saw him on the ground "What happen?"

"I need to pee." His nasally voice was muffled from the carpet.

"Babe, you're not wearing your leg."

"I know that now."

Astrid grabbed his arm and pulled him up. She sat him on his bed and sighed. "Do you want my help?"

"No." stated Hiccup "I can do it myself."

"Hanson, babe. You're sick. You need help."

Hanson looked away "I can do it myself."

"Fine. Here." She handed him his leg "I'll be out in the living room for when you come to your senses."

Astrid looked up and saw Hiccup shuffling out of his room with a blanket around his shoulders, his cat Toothless winding between his legs "Astrid."

"Hm?"

"I'm sick." Hiccup pouted, his eyes glassy. He flopped onto the couch and laid his head in her lap. She laughed and moved his hair from his eyes.

"What have been telling you all day?"

"That I'm sick." He coughed into his elbow

"Very good. What else?"

"My beautiful girlfriend is always right."

"Very good." She leaned over and kissed his forehead "Now, what about some soup?"

"Sounds amazing Milady."