Astrid watched in horror as Hiccup's body jerked and convulsed for a second before jumping into action. She quickly moved past Toothless and fell to her knees. She turned Hiccup onto his side to make sure he didn't choke on the amount of saliva that was forming around his mouth. She was unsure of how she knew what to do, but her gut said that her actions were correct.

"I NEED HELP! HICCUP NEEDS HELP! " Astrid screamed at the top of her lungs, hoping to the gods that someone could hear her.

In less than a minute Fishlegs, Snotlout and Heather were in the hut with her.

"What's going on!" Snotlout demanded as he raced up the stairs.

"I don't know. I came in to check on Hiccup one last time before heading to bed and found him like this," Astrid explained.

Fishlegs knelt down next to Astrid, who was still keeping Hiccup on his side. Hiccup had stopped convulsing, but remained unmoving. His breathing sounded rattled and slow.

"It looks like he had some kind of seizure," Fishlegs noted.

"What's that?" Heather asked.

"It's like a lightning bolt to the head, but worse," Fishlegs explained. "Gothi can explain better. Snotlout, go back to Berk and get her."

"What about the Chief?" Snotlout wondered.

"No," Hiccup spoke with a soft, scratchy voice, eyes still clenched shut. "Gothi and Dad, no. Just rest."

No sooner had the words left his mouth did Hiccup drift into the world of unconsciousness.

Astrid looked at Snotlout. "I don't care what Hiccup says, go get Gothi and Stoick."

Snotlout ran out of the hut without another word. Once he was outside he yelled for Hookfang.

"Fishlegs, help me get him back in bed. Heather go get some blankets from the Clubhouse. We might need them if a fever breaks out," Astrid ordered. "Once you get back, go wake up the twins and fill them in on what's going on."

Fishlegs helped pick Hiccup up off the floor, while Heather ran off towards the Clubhouse.

Hiccup's dreams brought him back to the dragon fight arena. Only this time the Hunters were much crueler and the dragons angrier. He watched as his friends were captured and forced to fight each other for the Hunters' entertainment. Their dragons were sold for their hides and meat, but not before Toothless was forced to fight them to death. If Toothless didn't kill them, he would be killed. He was experiencing his own personal Ragnarok.

Astrid sat with Hiccup, watching him mumble incoherently in his sleep. She wondered if he knew what had happened to him and that is why he didn't want Gothi or Stoick. Was this another thing that he had hidden from everyone?

She was pulled from her thoughts when Hiccup woke up screaming.

"NOOOOOO!" Hiccup yelled at the top of his lungs.

Astrid shot to her feet and grabbed both of his shoulders as a way to bring him back to reality. "Hiccup, you're okay. You're in your hut."

Hiccup stopped screaming and blinked really fast, focusing his eyes on Astrid. "How long was I out?"

"About twenty minutes," Astrid answered confused. "Why?"

"Okay, good. There shouldn't be any long-term side effects," Hiccup muttered.

"Long-term?" Astrid wondered. "What in Thor's name are you on about?"

Hiccup looked like he was dragon caught in a trap. She knew what happened. She witnessed it. There was no more hiding it.

"Please, Astrid, you can't tell anyone else," Hiccup pleaded. "Promise me?"

"Tell anyone what?" Astrid promised, hinting that she wouldn't tell for now.

Hiccup leaned his back against the headboard and clasped his hand together over his lap. "It started right after I woke up from my coma. Or maybe before, Gothi is unsure of when the problem started. Anyways I came home from flying Toothless, tired and hurting. I wasn't used to the new leg and pushed myself way more than I should've. I ended up collapsing and having what Gothi would later call a seizure, or a fit. I don't always remember them. Sometimes I can feel them starting up. Toothless can sense them better than I can. Best anyone can figure is that their a result from battle with the Red Death, either from a hit to the head, the blood loss. There's no way to really know."

"And you never thought to tell us?" Astrid asked, anger boiling up inside her.

"I can still function just fine," Hiccup stated. "I just have to remember to take a special tonic every day. The one with the blue cork. Gothi thinks they'll fade away over time. As for not telling you. Our friendship was just starting out and I was finally feeling like I belonged. I didn't want to ruin that. I had planned on telling you guys, but it just never came up. It didn't help that Snotlout kept making comments about my metal leg. There were several times when I thought you guys figured it out, but never said anything, so I kept quiet about it."

Astrid stared at Hiccup in shock and silence. For the past four years, Hiccup had been hiding his illness from the whole gang. She remembered what Fishlegs said about Hiccup not wanting to appear weak. He wanted everyone to think he was strong and capable of taking care of himself.

"What would have happened if you had a seizure on an away mission?" Astrid demanded, feeling anger and hurt surge through her. "None of us would have known what to do. Not one of us. You should have told at least one of us from the very beginning. We wouldn't have thought any less of you. I wouldn't have thought any less of you!"

Hiccup hung his head in shame. He knew he should have told her a long time ago. His father had urged him to tell someone else in case he, Gobber or Gothi weren't around. "I'm sorry, Astrid I should have told you from the get-go. I guess I was just so embarrassed that I had another impairment, that it seemed logical to hide it away. I thought that if I didn't talk about it and took the tonic, it would go away. I truly am sorry. I don't blame you for being mad. You have every right to be."

"You are such an idiot," Astrid stated before standing up. She stormed down the stairs and only paused long enough to pick up the peg leg and throw it to the top floor, barely missing Hiccup's head.

She called for Stormfly and flew off to be alone to think. She needed to cool down and think. Her brain had taken on so much information in just a couple of hours, she needed time to process it and sort it out.

Author's Notes: Despite Google and countless hours of research, my knowledge of seizures is minimal, so if you have information or resources that might help me, it would be much appreciated. Thank you in advance

Thank you to those who are reading the story. I'd love to hear your thoughts on what you think so far