Dragon tales
Story 1 problems already
Chapter 4 being sick is

Authors note: a bit of a short chapter but I thought Id do a pov change (this was kind of fun to write- deliberate nonsense^^ I love it!) oh and have a medal if you figured it that massive chat muddle because Hiccup Astrid Toothless and Stormfly all speak in it (another thing I love- dragon speak^^) anyway I hope you enjoy it please review so I know you're enjoying it and I will be back with another chapter tommorow^^

Being sick was, er... it well, it... it felt like... not good. And the erm... most, not, good, part of it... was the... the... 'blegh' feeling in his... He gave up thinking of the word.

It was incredibly annoying, this. He just couldn't think, whatsoever. His brain muddled everything like it had given up trying to functional. It was... It was like... he'd caught a whiff of a whole... erm.. big lot of... He knew this one... dragon nip. Or bad berries.

He just felt woozy.. and clogged up.. and painy.. he wasn't sure that was even a word.. and his brain was all muffly, floaty offy, throbby, non thinky- and he had no idea if he was... snoozieing, or not... That was also a word, right?... Ugh... He'd been like this since Hiccup... told him... to sleep. Oh yeah, that was the word. Whether or not he'd drifted off, he didn't know- in fact, he didn't even know if he was asleep right now. He seemed to be in a permanent state of 'drift off'. But at some point he heard some kind of noise- and then his head ached again (and it had something cold and heavy on it), he was freezingly hot, and the fight to hold down his stomach continued.

This really... No, still couldn't find that word.

Through the haze and woolly thickness (that pretty much was his brain right now), he thought he heard whumphs of wind. Touches of stirred air reached him and he shivered- not even realising how abnormal that was. A vague stop it(ish) thought (that wasn't really much of a thought) semi formed in his head... Cold, he almost moaned, but that took too much effort. Thoughts came up like bubbles in a thick swamp- taking an eternity to arrive, only half showing themselves and then disappearing. Speaking of coming up-. Uggmm-... he didn't know how long he could keep his stomach down.

He tried to focus on calming it, but it was so, so cold- why was it so cold? If he could bring any movement to his limbs, whatsoever, he would've got rid of the cold thing on his head. But he couldn't even open his eyes, so he just constantly willed it to go away. Being cold... was a bad feeling. He... didn't like it. But, then, why did he also felt like a Monstrous Nightmare? Like he was on fire, but so cold like a Bewiderbist... Like a Bewidermare, he decided. He couldn't make sense of it, but that went for most things at the moment.

"Alfa glu ames! I!" His ears tried to tell his sickness slowed mind. Huh?... That was... dragon... erm... En, thu, si, as, tic, he sounded out. Somehow, the long, weird word presented itself to him. He tried to piece the vague, hazy, half words into real ones... Mmm... Errrrrr...

"Alpha blue flames! Hi!" He decided on. Toothless. They were talking Toothless, erm... to Toothless. He almost thought he knew the voice, but couldn't think of who...
"Hi Sky Flyer!" That was Toothless, he was pretty sure, talking to... Sky Flyer? Wait, he remembered something... sort of. Wasn't it, like... short for a super long name?...

He had a vague recollection of Toothless setting a trend for having names when he gave himself one (after the experience of becoming human). The dragons now called him Blue Flames, Night Scales, Quick Wings or the Hic Flyer (he'd told them his rider was 'Hic', and the ridden dragons called themselves 'flyers' like the riders call themselves 'riders'). Originally, he'd been known as his species name Night Fast, but he now had an official name- or, several, still dragonish, ones, but he was proud of them. Although, he didn't like how they insisted on addressing him as 'Alpha' every time they spoke to him.

This dragon had been one of the first to catch onto the trend. What was Sky Flyer again? Sky colour dragon who is sand hair's flyer?...So... the blue dragon, with the blond rider. Stormy something? Whoa-...

"Hiccup, I saw the flam-why'd you summon me-Jack is si-Snow Smirk has the Icki-you to go to Goath-get wisdom from Old No Words-y can't you go-use your own wings-promised him I'd sta-two legs won't leave-'re just a sucker for him aren'-all mushy for your huma-can't leave him. He gets up if I-won't leave Snow Smirk, and I need him to fl-so you're both suckers for each o-cute how humans get mushy so easy-It's annoyi-see what Goathi says, I'm worried it might be seriou-Snow Smirk is in pretty big, bad Ickies... Be back as soon as I ca- fast as the winds can carry me."

Then, silence.

Finally, the endless babble stopped assaulting his ears. Noises hurt- and they left him so dizzy. His mind was really reeling after all that, and it was a long time before he tried to make sense out of any of it...

Astrid and Stormfly... Goathi... him... back soon... It took a long, hard effort to slip sense into the fuzz of his head. They sent Astrid and Stormfly to see Goathi about his being sick. Okay, so- he lurched.

Try to keep it- and again- really not goo-. He sat up, quickly. Fighting to keep his stomach from erupting. He tried so hard, but he just couldn't hold it. Luckily, Hiccup was there (with a bucket from who knows where) and he just made it in time.

...It tasted absolutely awful. Just like he felt. It left him dizzy- and really wanting something to wash out his mouth. He hated it when that happened. And his head just kept on throbbed, all through it.

This whole illness thing... it really...

sucked.