A Hiccstrid story || Unlovably hers

Girl Talk (Take Three)

"Heather? What are you doing here?" Hayden wondered.

"Well, I know you guys had planned to come here today and I just wanted to make sure everyone was okay. You know..." She glanced at Alyssa, discreetly gesturing. "After seeing the house." She fibbed.

"We're fine. Thanks." Ally smiled.

"Hey, did they close the teacups?" She wondered as she noticed the sign to her left.

"Yeah, my bad." Ally chuckled nervously.

"Oh, Al. You didn't?" The blonde nodded gently.

"Yeah, I don't think her head has quite caught up yet," Hayden added.

"Yeah, so if you could just... stop moving that would be great." Ally explained, taking a few more sips of water. Heather took the hint and sat by her side.

"Sorry. Are you gonna be okay?" She wondered.

"I'll be fine, I just-" She paused. She took a deep breath before swallowing.

"Hey, what did I say about trying to hold it in?" Hayden scowled.

"I know, I know. It only makes it worse." She rolled her eyes as her hand flew across her stomach.

"We can go home if you want," Andy suggested.

"No." Alyssa shook her head emphatically, quickly deciding that it was a bad idea and stopping immediately. "This is your day with Hiccup. You guys go and have fun."

"Are you sure?" Hayden worried, not feeling great about leaving Alyssa in this state.

"Yes, go." She insisted. "I'll stay here with Heather until it's safe to stand up and we'll come and find you. Don't let me ruin your day."

"Okay." Hiccup agreed hesitantly, placing a gentle kiss on her temple before heading off with Andy.

"No cotton candy!" She called after them.

"Did you really think the teacups were a good idea?" Heather chuckled.

"I've been fine all morning, I honestly didn't think about it." The blonde admitted.

"That much was obvious."

Alyssa gripped the edge of the bench tightly as she fought off yet another wave of nausea.

"Why don't you let me take you home? You clearly can't ride anything and it's not doing you any good just sitting here." Heather suggested.

"Heather, if I leave, Hiccup's only gonna worry and he's supposed to be having fun with Andy." She reminded.

"You let me worry about Hiccup." The blonde nodded hesitantly.

Heather took Alyssa to the car before calling Hayden. It only took three attempts before he finally noticed his phone ringing.

"Heather? Is everything okay?"

"Everything's fine. But, I think I'm gonna take Al home. She wanted me to tell you that she's fine so don't worry and to enjoy the day or she will break you." Heather warned.

"Noted." Hayden agreed. "But, I'll check-in. Okay?"

"Deal."

***

Alyssa emerged from the bathroom of the penthouse, somehow looking paler than she did going in.

"Stupid elevators." She joked as she slumped onto the couch.

"I see you fixed Hayden's drawing." Heather noticed the sketch standing back in its spot, covered in tape.

"Yeah, he said he could draw me another one but, it just wouldn't be the same." Ally explained.

"Have you thought about how you're gonna tell him?" Heather wondered as she took a seat beside her friend.

"I have no idea." Ally explained. "And I'm running out of time."

"You just have to get it over with," Heather suggested.

"It's not him I'm worried about." The blonde sighed.

"The king?" Alyssa nodded.

"You didn't see Stoick. He's a scary guy."

"Didn't you yell at him?" Heather thought.

"Yes, but that's before I slept with his son and broke royal protocol."

"All true statements." Heather agreed. Alyssa dropped her head in her hands.

"He's gonna have my head."

"You do realize they don't actually behead people anymore, right?" Heather teased.

"You know what I mean."

"Listen Al. You can't change the past." Heather explained. "What happened on Christmas, happened, whether you like it or not. And I know you're scared and I really want to be supportive here, but Hiccup has the right to know. If you were my girlfriend, I know I would want to know." She said.

"Yeah, let's not open up that can of worms again shall we." Alyssa and Heather shared a glance, each of them stifling a giggle.

"Hey, we had fun. That's all that matters." Heather chuckled. "Do you remember Dexter's face when he caught us? Priceless."

"And then he just carried on as if it were completely normal," Ally added. "Things were so much simpler when you were the thing I was trying to hide." She sighed, taking another deep breath as she brushed her hair back into a ponytail.

"You okay?" Heather checked.

"Yeah, just a little warm." Ally assured. "I think I'm gonna head downstairs and sit outside for a little while."

"Okay."

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