Hiccup gay romance

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Someone put his hand on my shoulder. An intense pain shot through my body, I screamed out in pain
    'Hiccup, hang on, I'll help you, you will be fine.'
     I recognised that voice. 'Emil?' I moaned. I opened my eyes and saw the scared look on his face.
    'Don't talk! Don't move!' Emil was panting, something was wrong.
     'Are you okay? Toothless...'
    'Don't talk! I'll get you both out of here. Toothless is fine.'
     My glaze slid over his body. An arrow was sticking out of his shoulder. I started hyperventilating.
     'No, stop! You must calm down! It will be okay! Hiccup, stop!' Meanwhile he was examining my body.
    'Your shoulder.' I just managed out.
     'It's nothing, it will heal. Stop breathing so fast! You will choke! Take deep breaths!'
     I understood what he said but I couldn't regain control. Fear controlled me. Emil formed a bowl with his hands and pressed them around my mouth. His pain twisted in pain while his arms came towards me. He took a deep breath himself. 'Now, please slow down.' his voice was suddenly calm. Slowly I was able to regain control and started taking deep breaths.
     'Spikehead, please help me with getting Hiccup on your shoulders.' Spikehead turned around and lay down, leaning a bit to the left to make it easier to get me on top of him.
     'This is going to hurt, but it will be short.' Emil said. I nodded. I didn't care, I wanted this to be over as fast as possible. Emil put his arms under my back and legs and lifted me up. We both screamed in pain. I looked Emil in the eyes and saw his pain but there was no doubt. He put me down on Spikehead's shoulders. I tried to get up myself, but the pain was still in control. Emil sat behind me and set me up.
     'Take Toothless and get us...' Emil took a breath. 'to Isabelle.'

'You there, I need your help. Please carry Hiccup inside. After that, please bring me cold water.'
    I was laying on a bench in Isabelle's house. It was very crowded. Isabelle was busy caring for all the wounded. Emil took my pants off and started pouring water on the wounds. Then he poured another liquid on them that had a very strong alcoholic smell. He got back with some clothes in a bin and put them on my wounds. It burned but I managed not to move.
    'Sorry.' Emil whispered. The man that had carried me inside was back with cold water. 'Please dip the cloths that are not in a bin in the water and put them around his leg, but not where I already put cloths, those parts have to stay dry. Understood?'
     'Yes.'
     Emil turned back to me. 'You will be fine. You haven't broken any bones. You just have a lot of open wounds.'
     'But they can swell up.'
     'Not if I am here.'
    'Thank you.' I wanted to ask if we had won, how Toothless was doing, but I fainted because of all the blood I had lost.

Two days later there was a memorial. We hadn't lost many people because of our flank, but the rain of arrows had taken some of our men out. I was still wounded but I wanted to be there even though Astrid and Emil opposed strongly.
    We were on the shore. It was already dark.
     My dad began his speech. 'I thank you all for being here. Although we haven't lost many, it still feels like we did. Today, we honor those who sacrificed their lives for a bright future, for our protection! Today, we will ship them to Walhalla where they can rest in peace.' My dad waved his hand towards the ship with the bodies. The ship got released into the sea and slowly drifted away.
    'But not only the dead are honored. I want to thank each one of you for your power, determination and thrust in this battle. May all your wounds, the ones in your souls as well as the ones on your body heal, by Odin's grace!'
     The ship drifted further and further away from the shore. The family members of the dead that could wield a bow walked towards the coast and pointed their burning arrows towards the boat. The only sound you could hear was the wind and the waves. My dad broke that silence and said softly: 'Fire.'
     Thirty arrows whizzed through the air. The first arrow had landed on the ship. A small fire started but shortly after the entire ship was burning. The others probably had gathered some extra monstrous nightmare gel and put it on the ship.
     I had no strong relations with the fifteen man dad died, but I knew each one of them and seeing the ship burning was very confronting. I didn't cry, but it felt like the smallest thing could push me over the edge. Astrid, who was assisting me with standing, noticed it and leaned with her head on my shoulder.
    'Confronting isn't it, seeing the ship burn, knowing their bodies are turned into ashes while a day ago you saw them all so vividly.'
     I looked at her and saw a tear falling on the sand. 'It's just, it's so stupid.' I said with a vibrating voice. 'All those deaths, the ones of the enemy as well...' I took a deep breath and a tear started to build up in my eyes. Astrid looked me in the eyes, trying to calm me but I only saw sadness. Tears started raining down from my eyes. 'And for what! A hundred people have been turned to ashes. And for what!' My voice broke, my nails dug into my hands.
    Astrid lifted her head off my shoulder and hugged me and started crying just as hard. Toothless, who was standing next to me, pressed his head softly against my head. Such a little gesture, but it calmed me down so much.
    At the end of the memorial Emil brought me back home. He had to inspect my wounds anyway. I leaned on his unwounded shoulder while limping to my house.
     'Are you ok? A saw you at the memorial.'
    'Oh. I think so. I just needed to let it out.' We walked into my house. I sat down on my bed while Emil lit up a few candles. I was pretty calm now, although I could still feel that I had cried.
    'How are your wounds doing? Do they hurt less?'
     'They only hurt when I move or when they touch something so that's an improvement I guess.'
     'That's good. Now, can you take off your clothes yourself or do you need me to do it?'
     I got a bit nervous, I mean, he was still very cute. I was not really comfortable with it.
     'Do I have too?' I asked, already knowing what that answer would be.
    'Uhm, yes? How else can I change your bandages?'
     'But why do you need to do it?' I had to try getting out of it. At least try.
    'Hello? I'm the healer. Do you want all your wounds to get slimy and painful or not? I did your bandages too the first time.'
     'But that was different.'
     'Not to me, now, do I need to do it or can you do it yourself? I think that if you would do it yourself it would be quite painful, but it's your call.'
     'Do you have to do it now?' I was getting desperate here. Emil just gave me a stupid look and didn't answer, I did the same.
    'Really? Well then I'll do it. Arms up.' Emil said with a smile on his face.
     'Fine.' I raised my arms. I felt like not doing that, but he had to do what he had to do and then it would get really annoying. And yeah, he had to do it himself because it hurted. Badly.
    'Now, was that so bad?' Emil said teasingly.   
    Yes, it is.
     After my pants were gone I sat there just in my underpants. I looked awful. Bandages all over my body, dirty, just embarrassing. I wouldn't have cared about it if it had been someone else so I at least tried to hide it a bit. It was pretty obvious that I didn't like it, but let's not make it even more obvious.
     Emil looked me in the eyes and smiled. 'You really don't like this, don't you?'
     'It's fine, let's start.'
     'It probably will hurt a bit, but it shouldn't hurt too much. If it does, tell me.' Emil hesitated before touching my leg which seemed a bit odd, but took off the bandage anyay.It stung a bit. He inspected the bandage and then the wound. 'It looks good.'
     'That looks good? It's all open and everywhere is blood. That is good?'
     'Yes, that's how it should look when it's healing. As long as it doesn't get thick, slimy or red it's good. I have to do this daily by the way.'
     'Why can't I do it myself? Putting on bandages doesn't seem too hard.'
     Emil sighed and grabbed a bottle. 'Because you have to work very clean and I don't want you to waste any of this liquid or the clean bandages.' He poured a bit of the liquid, which smelled strongly like alcohol like last time, on a piece of cloth and started dabbing it on my wound.
     'What is so special about the bandages? I have bandages as well, what does it matter if I waste them?'
     'Because mine are extra clean.'
     'And why does that matter?'
    'You guys no nothing about healing do you? And you are so curious. I can't explain it, but it turns out that extra clean bandages prevent swelling of the wound, just like this liquid which has a lot of alcohol in it. The bandages and cloths that I use have been washed in this alcohol and then have been put in a box that has been washed with alcohol. Then you must be very careful with it to not make it dirty again. It takes me ages to prepare all of this stuff so you are not going to waste it.'
     'Interesting, you know so much about healing, that's pretty cool.' It really was astonishing how good of a healer he was. His villages must have had a lot of good ones for ages that build their knowledge for ages. He thought we were cool for having dragons and ok, it's pretty amazing, but what he could do was just as special to me.
     'Oh, thanks. I keep forgetting how little most villages know about healing. This is pretty basic for me. No offense!'
    'None taken. How is your shoulder, doesn't it hurt to replace all those bandages?'
     'Just a bit, don't worry about it.' Emil began with the third bandage around my left arm. I had six major wounds, it really sucked.
     'I want you to know that I'm really thankful for all that you have done and what you are doing, although I don't really like it, I admit, but it has to be done. I know I already said it but yeah.'
     Emil made eye contact again and made a soft smile. It was so enchanting. 'You would have done the same. You don't need to thank me.'
     After a short silence Emil asked: 'Why do you find it annoying that I replace your bandages? It's not the pain because you wanted to do it yourself and that would hurt even more.'
    That question was like a smack in the face.
     Shit, what should I say? How do I talk myself out of this!!
     'Uhm, I don't know?'
     Fuck, fuck, fuck. Please just leave me be. Please!
    Emil gave me a silly look. 'Uhu, I think you don't like to sit half naked next to me.'
     'No, that's not it.' I started stressing out. Why did he ask that, that's just mean!
     'Did that sound like a question? It wasn't. I will have to exchange your bandages many times more so maybe it's a good idea to tell me.' He didn't sound mean.
    'I just don't like it that you see me while I look so awful. I'm dirty, my skin is ripped open everywhere and I'm not particularly muscular.'
     'Don't worry, I'm used to seeing wounds and you are not that dirty. And besides, do you think I'm muscular?'
     'More than me. I'm built like a fishbone.'
     'I don't care, you look great. Maybe not at your best at the moment but that doesn't count. Those wounds are a sign of courage. You may not have a body like your dad but you have the most power in this entire village. So it's stupid to think that you would need muscles.'
    That was so kind of him and he said that I looked great. Could it be? No way.
I looked him in the eyes trying to find out if there was more behind those words. Emil became a bit uncomfortable, looked away and carried on with replacing my last bandage.
     'Thank you.'
     Ok so am I going to say it back. It would not make a lot of sense but I mean, if I ever want to get a shot at this then... He can't be sure anyway, I can talk myself out of this, here goes nothing.
'You look great too.' Emil turned his head towards me. I was dying inside. Our heads were so close, I sat half naked in front of him, this was way too intense. We looked into eachothers eyes but this time neither of us broke eye contact.
     'Thanks.' Emil said and he turned his head towards the last wound on my chest. I was dying inside. For a second I thought that we were going to kiss. But this was suspicious. There had to be a chance that he liked me.