Hey y'all!
Day 9 of Sicktember and I am slowly, but surely, getting caught up. Like I said before the last fic, I'm a busy person, so I'm really trying. This is another kinda short one, but I didn't feel that it needed to be much longer.
Today's prompt: Overdramatic patient/caretaker
Hope you enjoy!
Stoick woke with a start. He'd woken up for a reason but couldn't figure out what it was. Then it hit him; almost literally. There was a damp nose bumping against his hand. He sat up, looking down next to the bed. Toothless, his son's Night Fury, staring at him. That was odd, the dragon usually stayed up in his son's room.
Toothless was down in his room, trying to wake him up.
Toothless had come to get him.
Something was wrong with Hiccup.
Stoick stood up, throwing his blankets off. He sidled past Toothless and ran out of the room towards the stairs taking them two at a time to get to Hiccup's room.
Once upstairs, he saw his son huddled under 5 or 6 blankets and furs and still shivering. The fire was still going downstairs, so the room wasn't super cold.
Hiccup opened his eyes, looking at his father. "I tried to stop him from going to get you."
Stoick knelt down next to his son's bed, "What's wrong?" He placed his hand on Hiccup's shoulder, or at least where he thought it was, since Hiccup was completely buried under his blankets.
"I'm fine, Dad. Nothing's wrong." Hiccup groaned as he retreated further under his blankets. Something was wrong, especially if his son was trying to tell him he was fine.
Stoick placed a hand against Hiccup's forehead, eliciting a glare from the boy. His forehead was practically burning. Sighing, Stoick stood up and scooped his boy up off the bed, blankets and all, and carried him downstairs.
It was a blizzard outside, making Hiccup's room colder than the rest of the house due to the windows in the roof being over his room. The windows did get closed once it dropped cold enough that any non-sea water started to freeze, but the only really sealed well enough to keep the snow/rain out of the house and a little more of a barrier between the freezing air outside and the warm interior of the house. Its why Hiccup had such thick and heavy blankets on his bed in the first place.
The chances of Hiccup being warm enough in his room to get enough rest tonight were very slim. So, to ensure that Hiccup could rest well, Stoick had decided to bring him downstairs to sleep next to the fire.
Hiccup groaned as Stoick set him down next to the fire. Sitting up, the blankets over his head falling into a pile around him, he complained, "Dad, I'm fine. I just need to sleep."
"Have you gotten any sleep since you went up to bed yet tonight?"
"No." Hiccup stared at his father, "That's beside the point though!"
Stoick just gave his son a questioning look as he added a few pieces of wood to the fire. It most definitely was not beside the point. The boy had come in incredibly tired that night at dinner and had nearly fallen asleep in his dinner that dinner. Knowing his son was sick now, Stoick was starting to think that the reason Hiccup was so tired that night was simply because he was sick.
Hiccup yawned really big, pulling a fur up over his head. "I don't need to sleep down here, Dad."
Stoick, not fully listening, was busy in the kitchen digging for something to bring his son's fever down. Not finding anything, he leaned against the counter. How did they not have anything in the house? Especially this time of year?
"Daaaaaad," Hiccup whined from in front the fire. Stoick looked his way, catching his son looking right at him. He'd pulled the blanket off of his head and was looking incredibly tired. There was a blank look in his eyes, telling Stoick that his fever may have worsened.
"Yes, son?"
"I siiiiiiick," Hiccup moaned, flopping back against the bench behind him. He threw his arms out next to him, closing his eyes as he did so. A few seconds later, he opened one eye about halfway to see how his dad reacted to it.
Stoick groaned quietly. His son had just gone from insisting he was fine, to being incredibly dramatic about being sick. If Hiccup kept this up, it was about to be a long night. Especially since he couldn't go see a healer about getting anything for his son's fever until morning at the very least, given the blizzard raging outside.
"Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad…" Hiccup's voice trailed off, not having moved.
Stoick went and sat down next to his son, pulling him into his lap. Hiccup cuddled close against his father's chest, falling asleep after a few moments. Stoick ran a few fingers through his son's hair, happy that his son was able to be this comfortable with him, when he hadn't been just over a year ago.
Yes, Hiccup is intentionally trying to be overdramatic to annoy his father into letting him go back to bed. Though he is too tired for it to actually be effective. Not sure this one turned out exactly as I intended, but I still like how it happened.
I absolutely love all of the favorites/follows and comments y'all have been giving. It's incredibly encouraging and is reminding me exactly why I started writing like this in the first place. Thanks so much!
Until next time,
Daystrid out!
*moves on to the next prompt, desparately trying to catch up*
