A Hiccstrid Story | When worlds collide

I can't and I won't!

Love this chapter. But it's now 3am and I'm about to pass out so, night! 💛

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Everything hurt. Hiccup struggled against the pain and discomfort to find his way back to reality. He coughed against something in his throat, instinctively reaching up to try and dislodge it.

"Hayden!"

His father sounded panicked. Which was definitely an unusual occurrence. Hiccup wanted to reassure him but there was a thing in his throat tearing away at him and it needed to come out immediately. He found the tube outside his mouth, yanking but a familiar warm, large hand closed around his.

"Son, can you open your eyes?"

Right. He should try that. His eyelids felt like they weighed a ton. Each. But gradually they opened. A blurry but recognizable shape of his father floated into being through the blinding light, growing clearer with each blink. He motioned to the tube, gasping and wheezing against it.

"You want it out?"

Every bit of energy he had, went into nodding, as he was becoming more and more breathless by the minute. His father turned away and must have summoned someone into the room.

Hiccup could barely see five feet in front of him but it sounded like a hospital and there was a tube in his throat. Lifting his hand, he found a clip on his finger followed by some wires and some bandages up his arm.

"Ok, Mr. Haddock. This might be a little uncomfortable, try to stay calm for us, okay?"

He didn't recognize the voice but his father took his hand, so Hayden looked up at the blurry nurse and she slowly pulled the tube away from his throat. It scratched and scraped and hurt like hell, making him cough up a storm but the second he was free of the restrictive pipe, he felt considerably better.

"What happened?"

He wheezed, voice a raspy mess. His dad squeezed his hand, sweeping the bangs from his face.

"You don't remember?"

Hiccup shook his head gently in confusion.

"You were in a car accident."

Suddenly a very important memory dawned on him and Hiccup shot upright.

"Astrid!" He winced.

Gods, everything hurt. He looked down, realizing he was wearing a hospital gown, his arms were covered in dressings and his prosthetic leg was standing by his bed.

None of that mattered.

"Where's Astrid?!"

"She's in surgery."

"What?!" Hiccup gasped, coughing as his throat scratched.

"Relax, Son. She's gonna be fine. She was thrown through the windshield. They needed to remove some glass from her head and stomach. She's got a few broken bones and some significant scrapes and bruises. But, she's gonna be just fine."

Hiccup was hardly listening anymore as he scrambled to reach his prosthetic, which was a little banged up, but seemed to survive in one piece.

"What in Thor's name are you doing, Lad?" Stoick mumbled.

"I have to find her." He stated plainly.

"I really don't think you should be going anywhere, Son."

"I can't let her wake up alone." He explained, Stoick saw the tears threatening to escape his son's eyes and could sense the boy's panic. "I just can't!" He cried.

"Okay. I'll go and find the nurse and see if she's out of surgery yet. Just, don't go anywhere until I get back." Stoick ordered.

Hiccup huffed in protest but did as told. Stoick returned with the nurse a few minutes later.

"Your friend is in recovery, the surgery was a success." The nurse assured him. Hiccup let out a small sigh of relief. "They managed to remove all the glass. She had to have a few stitches on the left side of her face and she has some severe damage to her left leg."

"Join the club," Hayden whispered.

"We can't be sure how severe her head injury is until she wakes up, but she has lost a significant amount of blood in the last few hours so she will most likely be a little disoriented."

"I wanna see her." Hayden pleaded.

"Hayden. You need to take it easy, Son." Stoick suggested.

"No, Dad. You don't get it!" Hiccup protested. "I woke up and you were right there by my side. Astrid doesn't have anybody. I can't let her wake up alone. And I won't. So, whether you help me or not, I'm going!" He preached as he fiddled around with his prosthetic leg.

"Okay." Stock sighed in defeat. "Just calm down, Lad. You've had a rough night."

"I'll have someone take you up there." The nurse said.

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Hiccup could have cried at the sight of Astrid, lying motionless, coated in bandages with wires trailing to the machines beside her. A large scar crossed her left eye, starting on her forehead and ending on her cheek. Her leg plastered in a cast, her right arm in a sling, her hair stained blood red, but she was still the most beautiful creature he had ever laid eyes on.

It looked like he made it just in time as he noticed her fingers twitching so slightly. He hobbled over to her as fast as he could, ignoring the pain shooting through his body and how the room was spinning around him. He grasped her hand, letting a tear fall and sighing with relief as her grip around his thumb tightened considerably.

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