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This day couldn't get any worse for Hiccup Haddock, or at least she hoped so for that but was shortly convinced otherwise when her eyes hurt just by sitting in the clubhouse, where she was supposed to be healed. As it turned out, even the main hideaway from the Nadders got targeted by them, and the reason for the whole chaos on the island holed even its roof.

Each ray that somehow was perfectly directed into her eyes, and which, again somehow, was everywhere where she would have moved, irritated her even more, to the level she started biting on her tongue to not yell in fury. Leaning forward, avoiding one of them, Hiccup stabbed her fingers into her upper arm, just above the wound, to reduce the pain, but also, distract her brain from it.

The injury didn't look the best, the sharp part of the spike was almost penetrated through her entire arm, the blood flew pretty fast, to the point where her fingers were dried with it, and the upper skin of her arm began looking pale. Despite that, Hiccup didn't mind it, or at least attempted to not, by gaping at the pierced roof, and counting how many holes were there.

While her face was gaining new, popping veins, finally, Fishlegs came inside, carrying some bandages, sewing threads, and water, wearing the annoyed expression resembling hers. Fast, he positioned everything on the table next to her, gazed at her, and then analyzed the wound, hissing sympathetically.

"It looks nasty."

"Oh, really?" Hiccup ironized, narrowing her eyes. "I didn't notice, but thank ya."

"The treatment will take a little, so prepare yerself," Fishlegs warned, and the woman rolled her eyes, testy. "Would ya like to drink some water?"

"No, I would like ya to take out of my arm a half-meter-long spike!" Hiccup barked and inhaled, glimpsing Fishlegs surprised, by her behavior, self. "Sorry for yellin', just take it out."

"It's okay, let's just get over with it."

Thereafter, the man enveloped Hiccup's arm with the bandage around the same injury, although the way, by which after pulling out the object she wouldn't bleed out. Hissing, Hiccup gnashed her teeth each time a new material even barely grazed her skin, tensing at the pain triggered by it.

Eventually, when the Fishlegs finished with the securing part, just after he notified Hiccup about his intention, he grasped the sharp object, and jumped, once the clubhouse's door opened rapidly and unexpectedly. Hiccup herself also flinched, although her eyes locked on the spike, concerned that Fishlegs, out of reflex, took it out accidentally, but he didn't, to her relief.

As it turned out, the cause of that possible incident, happened to be no one else, but Toothless, having his hair disarrayed in all directions, his eyes slightly redden, and his chest raising rapidly as he was panting. Taking in the sight of the whole clubhouse, the man firstly glimpsed Fishlegs on whom he barely nodded, and then, gazing at Hiccup, at the red strain covering her arm, he widened his eyes.

"What the hell happened?!" he shouted, hurrying toward them and stopping, just so as to kneel next to Hiccup's knee and gape at her deep injury, frowning noticing the spike. "Dragon did that to you?"

"Toothless, leave it be, please," Hiccup responded, narrowing her eyes when he glanced at her, swiftly. "Look, I'm exhausted, in pain, and annoyed. I am not willing to clean any mess ya'll cause and I mean it," she added, when he rolled his eyes, furrowing his brows.

"Don't you think that there should be some fucking consequences?" he muttered while his eyes burned with rage.

"No, I don't think so. At least not right now," she stated, firmly. "Right now, could we focus on the main reason why we're here? Fishlegs?"