Hiccup x Reader 3

Chapter 1: Three Weeks

Laying in my bed staring at the wooden walls I begin to pin point every splinter. Whiplash breathes deeply behind me long since fallen asleep but my mind won't stop racing. My brain is clouded with thoughts of a faceless brown haired child with Hiccup's freckles and my heart aches. I can't tell Hiccup, I shouldn't have not told him.

He wanted a baby.

It's my most prominent thought, the excitement that lit up Hiccups face after I had disposed of our child. I don't see it as disposing, more like saving them from the horrors of this world. We had just defeated Draco maybe four weeks before I found out I was pregnant. I was just unlucky in that aspect I guess.

I noticed the the hints of sun hitting the wood of my wall creating an almost reddish color. I heard my father wake and begin to bustle around. I hear him walk around and he must've seen my shoes because he opens my bedroom door and our eyes meet. He seems surprised and approaches my bed with a curious look and sitting on the edge.

"Are you okay?" He asks me softly putting his hand and my forehead then retracting quickly. Then putting his hand back. "You're burning up." He tells me his voice lightly agitated, fevers killed people.

I didn't even feel that I had a fever, probably because whiplash was always so cold. My father leaves the room and ushers Whiplash off of the bed and lays me on my back and it's then the fever hits like a wave. Everything feels cold but my head feels excruciatingly hot and pounds like a drum. I hear my father ring out a wash cloth though I don't know where he got it from and cool water hits my face. I groan at the feeling and some relief comes to my body. The rag is taken off a minute later and replaced with a colder rag.

"It's okay honey I'll take care of you, I'll send for Gothi as soon as possible." My father tells me pulling my blanket up to my chin despite me trying to push it down.

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I don't remember falling asleep, only that I woke up to Gothi's unnaturally cold but soft hands. My father stood at the end of the bed and watched her examine me; though, she made him leave to check my private areas again.

I heard her audibly gasp and I only could let out a silent scream of pain when she shoves her hand in me. I feel her nails scratch and scrape but my heads only foggy and then relief, I feel complete relief. I look down and she's holding something covered in blood, it's the size of a pinky finger but I feel my body shaking. Gothi opens the door and I lull my head to the side and see my father pale. "Wh-why's she bleeding?! She only had a fever!" My father is yelling his usually calm demeanor completely breaking.

"Just tell him Gothi." I whisper my father immediately turning at the sound of my voice.

"What? Tell me what?!" My father shouts while Gothi pulls out a notebook and a pencil. She begins scribbling hurriedly her fingers staining the page red. She carefully pulls the palate out of the notebook a minute later and hands him the sheet of paper. I watch my father's eyes look over the paper hurriedly. Once finished he falls backward into the wall having to steel himself with his hand. "Oh my Thor, (Y/n)." He says quietly and I close my eyes bracing myself for the talking I was about to receive.

But it didn't happen.

Instead I feel my father wrap his arms around me and pull me into his chest. I feel my emotions overwhelm and I begin to cry, everything that I had been feeling the last twenty-four hours came to the surface. "I'm sorry!" I sob gripping the back of my father's shoulders. "I'm sorry dad!"

"It's okay honey it's okay, you were just scared it's okay." He whispers soothing me by running his fingers through my hair. "I love you, I'm going to help you."

My father put me on a chair to change the fabric on my cot and placed me back. Gothi gave him a potion with a small dropper; I had to take two drops of potion under my tongue every day until it was gone.

Two drops of the potion later my father was sitting on my bed with a bowl of soup. We were talking about everything and nothing having already talked about why I was sick. Gothi had missed a piece, the piece had began to rot and it gave me an infection. But I already felt better despite the fever.

A knock on the door was heard and my father and I both looked confused. "You expecting anybody?" We ask at the same time and then laugh.

"I'll go check." My father tells me patting my knee before standing and walking out the door. I took a couple more bites of my soup smiling sadly realizing it was my mothers' recipe.

I remember not too long ago when my mother and I stood in the kitchen making this soup together. I take another bite smiling at the memory of cutting my finger trying to peel the potatoes. My mom handled the situation calmly and found out it was just a small cut nothing truly serious. We laughed the entire afternoon as we waited for the soup to simmer. My attention is drawn to the door and my face falls at my betrothed walking in behind him.

"Hey," Hiccup says softly walking up to the bed and sitting on the edge. He takes the soup bowl from my hands and looks me in the eyes. "Your dad told me you weren't feeling well." He says placing his hand on my forehead and his mouth downturns into a frown.

"I'm okay." I reassure him taking his hand off of my forehead and into mine.

"I just worry cause I haven't seen you since last night." His eyes move down to my mouth and I put my fingers to my mouth and wince. It was then I remembered the scab that formed from biting.

"What's that?" He asks.

"My stomach was hurting really bad last night I must've bit too hard." I say softly looking into his emerald eyes through my eyelashes.

"I'm just worried about you." He tells my honestly rubbing his thumb over my knuckles.

"I promise I'm okay." I tell him and he smiles leaning his face toward mine and kissing my check softly.

"(Y/n) it's time for your potion." My father says walking into the room and Hiccup stands tall.

"I have to get to the village." He tells the both of us turning back around and kissing my other cheek. "Three weeks until you can join me," Hiccups smile is contagious and one forms on my lips as well.

"Three more weeks." I repeat and he leaves my room with a smile.

"Are you going to tell him?" My father asks opening the bottle the sound of clinking glass filling the air.

"No." I say honestly, I don't think our relationship would survive if I told him what I did.

"I won't either then." My father promises and I smile.

"Thank you dad," I say honestly as he lifts the small dropper and I open my mouth.

"I'd do anything for you." My dad tells me taking away the now cold bowl of soup.

Whiplash re-enters the room and curls up on my bed with me; then once I'm comfortable I close my eyes pushing down a feeling. The feeling of guilt and bile trying to rise into my throat but my body's exhaustion wins.