Hiccup's head was about to burst out, as the world around her became blurry, at the same time, unable to be ignored, due to it being in constant spin, as her hearing became faint, at the same time, too loud, and as her body became numb, at the same time, sensitive toward even the slightest motions.

The longer moment passed since the ship shook for the first time, and as the time increased, the pumped-up emotions, as well as the impatient nature didn't let Hiccup for the rest she wished and needed so much. Somewhere to her side, while she curled herself in between the wet wood of the wall and the ground, seeable was Astrid, who made an effort to catch as much attention as possible at herself, shouting and yanking the metal bars, hard.

In the meantime, Hiccup just tried to not go mad, to loosen herself, and breathe, but the longer the wait, the harder it was getting to do, to the point that even her breathing became shallow and uncontrollable. Finally, as a method of calming herself, Hiccup closed her eyes shut, as well as hugged herself tightly, not daring to change positions until something, having any value to her, happens.

Doing that, she found herself in a state, in which for a mere moment, she just forgot where she was, how she was feeling, and what was happening, as the only thing that mattered was her own thoughts and her own breathing. In the distance, she could hear some footsteps, screaming, and the impact of metal against the metal, but it didn't matter - what mattered now, was the rest, the relaxation, the sleep, the peace.

Imagination, or maybe the lack of blood inside her brain, started working wonders, and she, at some point, felt safe as well as secure, as if everything was about to be alright, and as if nobody could've hurt her, again. The slumber was about to swallow her at that moment, the dreamland was about to absorb her, force her into the claws of, currently, soothing, comforting death, but before it could reach her, she was dragged back to reality, within just one word.

"Hiccup."

The sound of it, or rather the sound of a voice that had said it, was for her entire body, for her unmanageable vitals, a snapping point, by which these became, at least, a little more controllable. Forcing herself to finally open her eyes, the first thing she glimpsed was a chest as well as her cheek, which was pressed into it, tightly, because of which, she was able to sense its owner's fast, rapid, and panicked heartbeat.

"Toothless," she mumbled, grasping lightly the material of his shirt, as to ensure herself he was real. "Ye're here."

"I'm here," he whispered, before placing a light kiss on her temple, "and I'm not going anywhere."

As he declared that, Hiccup couldn't help herself, but beam, as brightly as her weak muscles let her for, while her eyes flooded, after which, she felt how his arms tensed around her, bringing her into a warm, cozy embrace. Eventually, she sensed how Toothless relied his chin on top of her head, without lightening any hold that he had on her, and how he spoke about the themes she didn't understand, although, at the same time, didn't bother herself to understand.

Now, what mattered was that he was here, that she was with him, that whatever more was about to happen, was about to happen with him by her side, as that was supposed to be, as that should be, as that must be. Through that, at one point, she was curled onto the ground, against her love's warm body and heart, and at the other, without even realizing it, she was lifted, as he took her into the bridal hold as well as ran in unknown her direction.

Feeling how her stomach brushed the side of her throat, at such rapid movements, she asked, "Toothless, where are we goin'?" the loudest she could at the moment, which was merely a whisper.

"For the antidote for you, sunshine," he explained, not even glancing down at her, focusing on the path before himself. "Don't worry, just relax, okay?"

As he asked, she made an effort to do so, but ineffectively, because of the constant lighting changes, which hurt her eyes, the violent movements, which didn't help her still spinning head, and the worst, Toothless's shouting over her head. It was rather obvious that he didn't do that on purpose, and just wanted to communicate with the rest, exactly not known to her rest, but still, she began to feel weak again, she began to feel lightheaded again, and she began to feel just sick.

"Toothless, please," she started, quietly, and pulled his shirt when he just slowed down and silenced, gazing at her, which she didn't notice. "Please, stop."

"Goddamit, sweetheart, I-I am very, very sorry," he apologized and tensed his grasp on her, pressing her forehead harder into his chest. "I-I shouldn't be yelling, I won't do that again. Everything's going to be alright now, you'll see."

Subsequent to promising that, Toothless continued at a fast pace, and because of that, Hiccup didn't feel any better, actually the contrary, sensing no ground under her feet and being constantly shaken, as well as jerked in all directions, she was the edge. It was eventually that Hiccup's sickness got to the level that couldn't just be ignored, and in order to get to the ground as she wanted to, from the very beginning, she, at first, poked his chest, although noticing that it didn't bring any effect, called after him.

"Toothless," she began weakly, because of which, her voice was overtaken by his own, even so silent toned. "Toothless," she repeated, this time a little louder, but again, not loud enough so it got to his ears. "Toothless," she exclaimed, and while he didn't react this time as well, feeling how her insides traveled up her throat, she shouted, "Toothless!"

To that, he couldn't stay oblivious, and he stopped at once, panting rather loudly. "Wha-what's wrong? What's going on?" he questioned and must have reacted quickly when Hiccup was about to roll out of his hold, but fortunately, before that could've happened, he held her to himself, correcting his grip on her. "Easy there, sunshine. Easy," he soothed, and glimpsing how she screwed up her face, realized. "I'll take you to the ground now, sweetheart. Just stay still."

As he promised, he did, kneeling carefully on the ground, and placing her body on it, keeping it in a sitting position by resisting his hand at the back of her neck, gently, as well as his other one underneath one of her knees, stroking it with his thumb, soothing. Despite these rather comforting gestures, Hiccup ignored them, with all her remaining strength, thrust herself forward, landing to the front onto her fours, and breathed, fast and shallowly.

At that moment, she did everything possible to loosen herself, to calm herself down, and most importantly, to calm her stomach down, but her tries were pointless, and as her head spun one more time, she burst into vomiting. Immediately, her throat felt sore, her eyes glistened, and herself, she was afraid that she was about to spit out her insides, so, it wasn't anything surprising, that when Toothless placed his hand against her back, the touch didn't feel comforting, but as if somebody applied the hot metal against her skin.

Somewhere in between her emptying, she gasped, before bellowing, "Don't touch me!" to which the man reacted instantly, taking his hand off her, instantly.

Afterward, she was throwing up for a while, until feeling herself empty, she stopped, relieved after getting rid of the striking pain in her head, although replaced by the pulsing ache of her throat, as well as her stomach. Taking a few deep breaths, that were finally controlled by her, she loosened herself and glanced at the side toward Toothless, who she expected to see there, and almost flinched, catching a rather worrisome sight of him.

Just then, she actually realized that since he came, she hadn't viewed his face properly, and that's because of the rather wide and long gashes all around his face, which she only then noticed, and which she was even terrified to ask about. Still, these weren't the main reasons for her concern, but the expression of his, the horrified, aghast expression, with his eyes being widened, his chest being raised up and down, rapidly, as well as his eyes fighting back tears.

She couldn't recall the last time she ever saw him so frightened, she could only compare it to the time at the cove, just before he left her after stabbing her thigh, but still, it was the unfair compare - he was way worse now than then. Gazing a little lower from his face, Hiccup glimpsed how he squeezed his forearm in his hold, almost to paleness - the very similar, as if not the same, motion from then - which resulted in Hiccup's guilt.

Subsequently, inhaling, she gathered strength in herself to move toward him, and glimpsing so, Toothless made it easier for her, doing the same as they met halfway, and at once, fell into each other's embrace. As his arms encircled her lightly around her middle, the man brought her closer to himself, and instantly, she wrapped her legs around his waist, as well as her arms around his neck, as tightly as her sore muscles let her.

"I'm sorry," she muttered finally, relying her chin on his shoulder. "I shouldn't have yelled, ya meant well."

"Don't apologize, that's okay," he whispered into her ear, leaning the side of his head against hers. "That's okay."

"I was, at the moment, very unstable," she revealed, pressing her mouth into the material of his shirt. "I needed a second."

"I know," he acknowledged and leaned his hand on her neck, brushing with his fingers on her hair. "I'm sorry."

"I just," she hesitated, sniffling quietly, rubbing her eyes against him, "I feel so disgustin'."

"Sunshine," Toothless fretted, leaned slightly away from her, so that their faces appeared inches before each other, and drove his knuckles across her cheek. "You are not disgusting," he assured, cupping her cheek, and then, kissing one of the eyelids of her shimmering eyes. "You are the most beautiful thing that ever happened in my life," he confessed and inched his face closer toward hers, so their noses touched, beaming. "Okay?"

Gasping and sniffing, she replied, "O-Okay," forcing herself to smile weakly at him, after which she went back to her previous position.

Eventually, as time was passing, they remained motionless - Toothless with his entire face pressed against Hiccup's side of her neck, and her, with her chin against his shoulder, not daring to move, nor talk, so as not to disturb one another. Alas, the peaceful moment must have ended, and feeling her head gather onto velocity, so, the spin, Hiccup fought with the pain, stabbing her fingers into Toothless, who, without any reaction, let her for so.

Within a short while, she began gagging, not exactly vomiting, but gagging, fighting the urge to puke, squeezing her eyes achingly, while Toothless only waited patiently for her to shoulder her burden. When the minutes went by, and Hiccup still didn't, rather the contrary, she worsened her state, going up against her need, swallowing once the upcoming wave, because of which, she almost burst into a cry, Toothless snapped.

As gently as possible, he shifted the position of puzzled Hiccup, by drawing her farther from himself, as well as moving her legs, which were at the moment loosely crossed around his sides, away from him to the side. In the end, Hiccup sat sideways to Toothless, in between his crossed legs, having her bent over his, with her back straight, supported by the man's hand, which made circles around it.

"If you need to, throw up, then do it, Hiccup," he suggested, leaning forward as to appear in her sight range. "It's fine, really."

"No, I don't need to," she croaked, shaking her head, merely, and lowering it. "I don't want to."

"You do want to," he countered, tucking the strand of her hair behind her ear. "Come on, you'll feel way better after you do."

"No, no, stop that," she quacked, pushing away his hand and hugging herself, tightly. "Stop convincin' me. I don't want to, and I won't do it."

Glimpsing how she tensed each of her limbs, how scrunched up her face was, how gritted her teeth were, Toothless couldn't biologically believe her, having a heartache at the thought of Hiccup's useless suffering. Ultimately, as he sighed, he grasped her two forearms close to each other, with his one hand, and while it may seem like a gentle gesture, feeling how strongly he pressed them together, she asked, frightened.

"What are you doin'?"

Instead of answering at once, Toothless lifted her chin with two of his fingers, forcing her to gaze straight into his eyes. "I very much love you, sunshine," he began, kissing her forehead, longer than shorter, "and I can't bear your pain, anymore," he added, as his thumb slid in between her teeth.

Immediately, as she realized what he planned to do, she leaned away from him, panicked. "No, no, no, please, please. Don't do this," she begged, inching as far as Toothless's hand on her back let her, which wasn't very far.

Notwithstanding her pleading, Toothless nohow reacted, and the only thing he did, was to shift his hand up to her neck, encircle it gently, cautiously avoiding her bruises, as to force her back forward, toward himself. Shushing, while she made an effort to wriggle away from him, Toothless proceeded with his intentions, relying on his palm at her jaw, as his thumb once again appeared inside her mouth, and traveled to her throat, where he pressed the back of her tongue, hard.

Within just a second, she puked, first forward, and then, thrusting herself to the side, on the ground, supporting herself with her shivering arms against Toothless's shin. Eventually, as she managed to stop, and breathe even, she felt how Toothless grasped her arms and brought her shivering body back to himself, and in spite of her anger, she didn't fight him, mostly because of her exhaustion.

As his one arm squeezed the side of her head against his neck, he muttered, "Better, isn't it?" while the other wiped the remains of the woman's vomit against his clothing, out of itself.

Even so that he was right, and her head calmed itself, Hiccup murmured, "I hate ya," frowning her brows, narrowing her eyes at the space in between his arm and leg before herself.

Hearing so, Toothless's heart broke in half, as he gasped soundlessly, but nonetheless, he leaned his cheek against the top of her head, embracing her with his entire body, trying to apologize to her, nonverbally. Despite this, Hiccup wasn't any more convinced by that, hugging her own forearms, not even daring to glance at him, wearing a half-tired-out, half-upset expression.

It was eventually, that they were found by the others, more precisely, Astrid and Heather, at whom Hiccup merely glanced, not able to gather the courage to meet their gaze, ashamed because of the mess around, made out of her insides. Immediately, they entered into a conversation with Toothless, to which she didn't listen, being still resentful about the man in whose hold she was, currently, and to which she was forced, once he turned toward her and ordered.

"Drink it," he passed her clay bottle, inside which she glimpsed some kind of purple, thin mixture, "to the bottom."

At first, Hiccup was very skeptical, and despite knowing very well that the object in her hands was nothing else, but the antidote for her state, wasn't very eager to drink, however, noticing Toothless's single-minded, serious glare at her, she dared herself for the first sip, which never came. When the disgusting, nauseating liquid touched her tongue, right away, she spit it out, and coughed, shoving it back into the man's grasp.

"I can't," she paused and gagged, before continuing, "I can't drink it."

After she stated that, she received Toothless's dissatisfied stare, but instead of saying anything, he himself took the bottle and the sip out of it, and just as she did, twisted his face at the taste itself, although swallowed, coughing afterward. Subsequently, he gaped at her, furrowing his brows in something that looked like worry, and then, inhaling as well as straightening, gazed at the two, present women, and commanded.

"Leave us alone," he glowered at them, while Hiccup shook her head, gazing at them with wide eyes, beggingly. "Now."

Ultimately, after they've traded peeks with each other, Astrid and Heather sent Hiccup apologizing glances, before moving away, disappearing somewhere on their way toward the main deck. At the glimpse of that, Hiccup's body shivered, and even panicked, when Toothless's arm pressed her against himself, before she gazed at his closed-up expression, horrified.

"Hate me all you want," he began, squeezing his eyes, shortly, not able to withstand the view of her, "but I won't stand idly by when you're killing yourself."

Afterward, she couldn't reply to him, because the cork of the bottle was applied to her lips, and the contents of it began filling her mouth as it was tilted downward, forcing her either to choke on it or drink it, obediently. Of course, she may have fought, she may have tried to spit out the nasty liquid, but then, having her hands held by his, way stronger, also, feeling drowsy and helpless, Hiccup didn't have any other choice, but to surrender to him, and his demands.

Eventually, as her cheeks were completely coated by the thick tears, already, furthermore, the bottle was emptied, she wasn't able to enjoy the air yet, because Toothless covered her mouth with his palm, predicting that she would likely be left with the last sip hidden inside her mouth, as it actually was. Understanding that she couldn't avoid him and his judgment, finally, she swallowed, hard, feeling as if the bump created itself inside her throat, and glimpsing so, Toothless loosened his grip on her, ultimately.

Instantly, sensing so, she didn't hold herself any longer, shoved him away from herself, and jumped to her feet, moving as far away from him as her legs let her, before leaning her side against one of the walls, panting. Squeezing her eyes, hugging herself, and feeling his presence behind her, Hiccup, slowly, felt how her body began to loosen itself, how her breathing settled, and most importantly, how her head stopped spinning, at last.

Relieved, she was even able to plaster a bright smile on her face, delighted that the horror of her sickness, faintness, and lightheadedness finalized, and as it did, her common sense came back, leaving her with not just one regret. At the realization of the things she had done, of the words she had said, and of the cruel manner she had bestowed on beloved her man, of the thought of it itself, her heart filed a vast amount of shame.

As she peeked back at him, just wanting to glimpse the damage that she caused, the thick tears shone in her eyes, as she was aware that the view behind her was caused by her and her only. Sitting in the same position, with his legs crossed, Toothless resisted his forehead against his knuckles, as the single drops of tears flooded through his cheeks and his chest shook, lacking air.

Ultimately, gathering the confidence in herself, she turned and moved toward him, and noticing so, he wiped his face, at once, not leaving any trace of his previous suffering, as if he didn't suffer at all, and she just imagined it, earlier. The moment she kneeled before him, Toothless gazed to the side, having a hardened expression in which the woman also glimpsed some kind of fatigue, enlarging her already large concern for him.

"You can yell at me, all you want," he started, covering his sniffling behind his palm. "You can-, you can even push me away if you wish to," he continued, and paused, fighting the urge to sob as his chest jumped, "but I won't ever be sorry for protecting-,"

Suddenly, he was interrupted, when Hiccup inclined forward and hugged him, embracing his neck with her arms, while she leaned her cheek on top of his head. "I love ya very much, just as well, Toothless," she whispered, stroking the back of his hair, gently, "and I'm so, so, so sorry for makin' ya feel like I don't."

Subsequently, Toothless remained motionless, while the tears gathered in his eyes, before, turning his head to the side, he leaned it against Hiccup's chest, while his arms embraced her, tightly. "I didn't want to force you into this, really," he confessed, squeezing his eyes, hard. "I'm sorry for that," he sobbed, tensing the hold he had on her, almost smashing her waist, which she didn't mind. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry," he apologized, while Hiccup kissed the top of his head, shortly. "I'm so, so sorry."

"Ya have nothin' to be sorry about, love," Hiccup explained, letting her tears wet Toothless's hair. "Ya had saved my life after all, probably. Thank ya."

Afterward, they remained in that position, cuddled against each other, while each other's breathing calmed down their own, and loosened every nerve that was unnerved moments ago. It got to the point, where Hiccup closed her eyes, resting in a rather, unexpectedly, cozy position, while Toothless made circles with his hands around her back under her shirt, caressing it, delicately.

"Sunshine, is everything alright?" Toothless whispered, at some point, when Hiccup's breathing seemed almost unnoticeable.

"Yes," she answered, mumbling, with her mouth hidden in his hair. "Everythin' is okay."

"Are you sure?" he asked, his eyebrows frowned with worry, while he halted the movements of his hands against her skin. "You seem to be drained."

"I think I am," she agreed, fighting herself to open her eyes. "I just really want to sleep."

"Do you think you can fall asleep, now?" he questioned, stretching her shirt down onto her cold skin. "You've lost a lot of blood today, after all."

"I-," she began and paused at the realization of danger, and leaned away from Toothless's warm body, wiping her eyes awake. "I don't know."

Noticing her uneasiness, Toothless gaped at her, tilting his head while analyzing her, before giving her a weak smile, comforting. "Come here, sweetheart," he invited her, and assisted her to lean her head in the crock of his neck as well as to encircle her arms around him. "Go to sleep."

"Are ya sure?"

"Yes, it's okay," he assured, kissing her temple, and then, resisting his cheek against her forehead. "Everything is okay, I'll ensure that."

As she heard that, trusting him completely, Hiccup beamed the last time, clinging closer to his body, before closing her eyes, exhaling calmly, and letting the slumber take over her consciousness. Since that moment, she finally started actually resting, in fact sensing how her body recovered itself, not feeling frightened, nor uncomfortable, but secure and serene.

Eventually, at one point, for a mere second, she woke up, to find the world around her moving, her being lifted and maintained by the warm body with the forearm under her hips as well as the arm against her back, but that didn't matter much. Whatever was happening, whatever was about to happen, was with him by her side, as that was supposed to be, as that should be, as that must be.

THIS - this chapter is fucking best piece of art I have ever written. Like, fuck [my favorite chapters (you can share yours, if you want. I'm curious)]The beloved, The partner, The epilogue, The quarrel, even fucking The lake - THIS IS SUPERIOR.