Very PWP, I don't really know where I wanted to go with this. All I knew was that I wanted to write a sick Hiccup and Jack taking care of his boyfriend.

Please enjoy!

It was too warm to be autumn.

"Come on, Freckles, what're you still doing in bed?"

"Mn..." he groaned. His head felt fuzzy, his joints were achy, and everything was becoming too loud and too much.

"Hic? What's up?" He felt Jack move to his side of the bed, something was reaching for him, "Yeesh!" it pulled back, "Yikes, someone's got a fever, hang on a sec, Hic."

Hiccup heard (or at least he thinks he heard, the pounding in his head was relentless) Jack rustling around and there was a quiet 'Aha!' Jack came back to the bed and tapped Hiccup's lips.

"Open up Hic, lift your tongue a little...there we go."

After that something (most likely a thermometer) was put in his mouth, Hiccup felt something wonderfully cold placed on his forehead and he shifted in an attempt to feel more.

Jack chuckled quietly, "Relax Hic, I'll get you an ice pack soon, 'kay?"

"Mnn..."

"It's probably just a cold, I'll make you some chicken noodle soup and hot chocolate!" Jack rambled, "Wait...you probably shouldn't be having that much sugar when you're sick, I'll make tea then...I wonder if we have any teabags left...I should check if we have any medicine left too..."

The loud, rapid beeping of the thermometer intensified the pounding in Hiccup's head, making him moan pitifully. Jack quickly took it out, leaving a hand on Hiccup's forehead.

"Hm, it's not bad, but it's not good either," he rubbed the brunet's scalp soothingly, "I'm gonna check our kitchen for supplies, I'll be right back." And he left.

Hiccup felt a soft thump in front of him, followed by a loud rumbling purr. Toothless nosed his friend's stomach through the blanket and then his cheek, sniffing quietly before curling into the curve of the boy's torso, continuously purring. He heard something being placed on the nightstand.

"Okay Hic, got some cold medicine right here," Jack sat down at the edge of the bed, avoiding the black cat, he placed a cold hand on the brunet's forehead, "I'm gonna be honest with you, this is gonna taste gross, but I brought some water to help you wash it down...oh wait, shouldn't you get something in your stomach first? Hold on, Hic, I'll get you an apple to munch on."

"...nnn..." he groaned quietly. Toothless' purring became louder, thinking his friend was in more pain.

"Okay, no apple, just icky goopy stuff instead," Jack helped the freckled boy sit up, leaning him against pillows that were hastily piled on top of each other. Toothless, leapt to the end of the bed, staring intently at the two boys. Jack quickly twisted off the cap and filled the small plastic cup to the '2TBSP' line, and held it out, "You need help drinking it?"

Hiccup blearily opened his eyes for the first time that day, hazy green staring at the bright orange syrup in the little cup, he raised a hand, but couldn't seem to hold it steady. Jack held Hiccup's hand, wrapping the thin fingers around the cup and holding it to the smaller boy's lips.

When the first drop hit his tongue, Hiccup grimaced, eliciting a poorly muffled chuckle from Jack. Glaring at the thick syrup, Hiccup let out a breath and downed it in one gulp, his entire body cringing at the sharp taste, a violent shiver running down his spine.

Jack had taken the little cup away and gave Hiccup the cup of water, "Drink slowly, 'kay? Wouldn't want my Hiccup getting any hiccups~!"

Hiccup rolled his eyes and coughed, the syrup uncomfortably coating his throat. He gratefully accepted the offered water, holding the cup with both hands, slowly sipping while Jack put away the medicine.

When he came back, he took the near empty cup and put it back on the nightstand, "Alright, you wanna go back to sleep, Hic? You shouldn't move around too much when you're sick."

The brunet mumbled incoherently and held out his trembling arms, wanting to go back to sleep, but not wanting Jack to leave him alone. The older boy, grinned and wrapped Hiccup in their blanket, before pulling him into his lap, his arms wrapping around the bundle and placing a kiss on a very warm, very sweaty forehead, "Try and get some sleep, okay?"

Hiccup mumbled, burying his face into the cool, pale skin of Jack's neck.

"God dammit..."

click click click

Hiccup sighed quietly, slowly being pulled away from the darkness of sleep.

"Grr...come on..."

click click click

"Agh, you gotta be kidding me..."

The brunet slowly raised his head in confusion, looking around and shifted, the movement alerting Jack, who was still holding him.

"Oh, hey Hic, sorry, did I wake you?"

The brunet blinked slowly, staring at the blue eyed boy, sluggishly assessing the situation, and caught sight of the T.V., it's screen dimmed with the word 'paused' in the middle in blocky letters. If Hiccup focused enough, he could see an outline of a tall figure with blonde hair dressed in a black...gown? No...there was a...a hood?...a coat?

"I didn't mean to wake you, I just felt like playing something" Jack explained, "I forgot how annoying this battle was."

Hiccup hummed and curled into the blanket, nuzzling Jack's neck again. Unfortunately, he was woken up again, when he felt Jack growl lowly.

"Freaking 'Dance water, dance'..." he mocked, angrily jabbing the buttons on the poor controller.

"...Jack?"

"Sorry, did I wake you up again?"

"Mn...you sure you're the right level for this boss?" he mumbled.

"Pretty sure, I mean I leveled up the spells and forms."

"Are you timing them right?"

"I'm trying..."

"...You're just hacking and slashing, aren't you?"

"...no?"

Hiccup stared flatly at him. Jack sighed in defeat.

"Yes...Fiiine, I'll go train some more..."

Satisfied, Hiccup fell asleep to the quiet grumbling of his boyfriend, smiling when he felt lips pressing against the top of his head.

Can you guess what game Jack was playing? (I think I made it pretty obvious, but forgive me if I got some details wrong, I haven't played it in forever)