Okay, so actually, this is also focusing on Stoick. I really felt the need to write this chapter, and then put it into the story. Besides, it has Fatherly!Stoick, plus Father/Son bonding, and really, who doesn't love that? :) Enjoy the chapter! :D
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Stoick looked to the healer, and then glanced back at Hiccup. Seeing Hiccup - normally a person so strong, confident, and ready to take on action at any moment - in such a state was making him even more angry than he had even been before in his whole entire life.
"I'm calling a meeting tomorrow," said Stoick. "We'll discuss what is to happen concerning this...this monster then. For now, though...what am I to do to try and prevent infection? What happens if he wakes up?"
"For infection, just make sure he doesn't try to move," said Valarie. "We don't want the wound reopening. If he wakes up during one of his...attacks, for lack of better word, just try to keep him calm. Try to reassure him that everything is alright. If he mentions the creature...monster, whatever you want to call it, don't shut him down. Talking about it could help. I don't know yet, though, but it could. Try to get him to drink some water. He is severely dehydrated as I said before, and he needs to get more fluids into his system if he's going to recover, but don't force it in him, and don't push him into it. He's very weak, and scared right now."
Stoick nodded. "And that's it then?" he said. "There's nothing else you can give him to help him get better faster?"
Valarie shook her head. "I'm sorry," she said, "but there's not. Sleep is the best thing for him right now, but he doesn't seem to be sleeping very soundly." She looked at the whimpering, moaning boy on the bed before turning back to her Chief. "I really, really wish there was something else I could do," she said.
"I know," said Stoick, "and thank you for all that you're doing. I really appreciate it, Valarie."
Valarie nodded, and then left the abode, saying she would be back in the morning to check back up on Hiccup. Stoick watched her leave, before he turned back to his son, just as Hiccup's eyelids flickered, as if he were trying to wake up, but was unable to at the same time.
After about a minute, Hiccup gasped, his eyes flying open, tears spilling from them a second later. A moment later, he registered his father next to him, and sobbed harder.
"D-Dad," he whimpered.
Stoick didn't know anything about comforting someone; he was the type of person that went for fighting and battling instead. That was the Viking way. Of course, though, Hiccup had never been the perfect image of a "Viking", either, which made Stoick have to change his ways.
Unfortunately, he still hadn't changed hardly at all, and so when Hiccup was hurting, he didn't know exactly what to do, or what he was expected to do.
Only two seconds passed before Stoick bent over, scooping Hiccup into his arms, allowing the boy to cry into his chest. Hiccup hugged his father as best as was possible, his sobbing and crying picking up dramatically.
"D-Dad, it was hor-horrible!" he said. "I-It w-w-was g-going to k-kill us all, and i-it…" He didn't finish, because another sobbing fit gripped him and refused to let go. Stoick didn't know what he was to do, so he just took to hugging his son as he continued to cry fervently. "I-it's st-still out there, D-Dad," Hiccup stuttered. "I-it's s-still coming...it's g-going to kill a-all of us."
"Do you know what it was, Hiccup?" said Stoick.
"N-no," said Hiccup. "I-I t-t-told Astrid i-it was a d-dragon...but D-Dad, I don't know! D-dragons d-d-don't n-normally want t-t-to...k-kill me, w-without g-giving me a c-chance..."
"I'm so sorry, Hiccup," said Stoick, and truly, he was. He was sorry that this happened. He was sorry Hiccup was in pain. He was sorry that that creature was still alive, wherever it was. He was sorry he felt so helpless, and unable to comfort his scared son, even a little bit.
"Would you like some water, Hiccup?" Stoick asked, and Hiccup shook his head. Stoick didn't push him; he remembered what Valarie had said, but he was still worried, and rather scared out of his mind onto what was wrong with his son.
A few minutes later, Stoick felt Hiccup's body go limp. When he pulled away, he realized that Hiccup had cried himself back to sleep, scared and terrified. Stoick held him for another moment before he laid him back onto his bed, pulling the blanket over him shortly afterwards.
Stoick was going to call a meeting, and discuss the matters of the monster.
And once they figured out how to do it, Stoick was going to make sure that it died. One way, or another. It was destroying Avril, making Hiccup suffer, and giving Astrid panic attacks because of what it was doing to her sister and best friend.
Stoick was angered, because of what it was doing to his son. He was quite certain that as soon as he saw it, he would kill it without a second thought otherwise. He would kill it without learning of its intentions. He would kill it without mercy, because that's exactly what it was doing to Hiccup and Avril.