Hidden Night (Hiccup x Fem!Reader)

[46] The Key

You feel like you've been bowled over by a Rumblehorn.

You scrunch up your face and groan from the headache assaulting you. Your jaw aches painfully and you reach up to touch it. It's tender to the touch, and most likely badly bruised.

"She's awake!"

The sound of footsteps approaches you, but your head is pounding. All you wanna do is lay there on whatever soft material you're on.

Something sniffs very loudly in one of your ears. Blowing hot, humid air on the side of your face. You squirm away from it and open your eyes to glare at the offending perpetrator.

Remus's big amber eyes stare back at you. Resting his chin on the bed you're currently laying on.

"Remus, down." Scolds Varor. Shooing his dragon away from your face. Remus grumbles but backs up to give you space.

You prop your arms up under you and sit up. Immediately you wince and hold your head. A hand supports your back. Something about this feels familiar.

"Careful. Take it easy," your mother warned.

You blink the spots out of your vision. "What... What happened?"

"Don't tell me you lost your memories again." Varor looked horrified of the idea.

"What? No." You give him a look between a glare and perplexion. "I know I got punched. I want to know what happened after that."

"You've been out for quite awhile," Amalthea informs you. "I was starting to get worried that he did some serious damage."

"He might have done that anyway," you rub your temple. "Can I have some water?" You ask.

Amalthea reaches over to the desk and picks up a canteen laying there. Handing it to you.

"Thanks." You take a generous sip, only to nearly choke on the horrible taste of it. You cough and beat your chest, trying to regain your breath. Oh, that tasted so bad! Why does it taste like old leather? And be so warm? Ugh!

"Yeah, the water here isn't that great." Varor agreed with your coughing.

You manage to get yourself under control again. "How long was I out?"

"It's early morning. The fight happened yesterday." Varor answered.

You blanched. "I was out for a whole day?!"

"Yes, you scared us back there," Amalthea said, concern clear in her eyes. "They didn't really provide much medical support so we could only hope you woke up."

At the mention of medical attention, you remember how blood gushed from Varor's nose during the fight. You forced your gaze up on his face to check for damage. There is slight discoloration around his nose. There also isn't any bleeding.

"What?" He asked at your staring.

"I thought you broke your nose," you say.

"Oh no, I got lucky with just a bloody nose." He looked off into the distance and a smirk creeped up on his face. "You should have seen the other guy."

"You were losing before I jumped in," you deadpan.

"Hey," Varor objected to that before shaking his head to himself. "I meant after you got knocked out. Chieftess went ham on that guy."

"Varor," Amalthea sighed. Pinching the bridge of her nose.

"Like, you should have seen her." Varor continued on excitedly. "The guy didn't know what hit him. She was on him in seconds and absolutely pummeled him. She basically embodied the wraith of a mama dragon. And the guy's face-!"