Hiccstrid Modern One Shots

Sick Day

Astrid hadn't been feeling well. The other day hadn't been too bad, but now, as she lay in bed with a splitting headache and the scratchiest throat she had ever had in her life, she believed that she had never felt worse. The warmth of her bed did not feel warm enough and she had the growing desire to gather more blankets and completely submerge herself in their warmth.

However, from out of the spiral of hell that Astrid was drowning within, she heard the faint sound of something buzzing. It was a low, soft sound, and Astrid wasn't sure that she heard it. Nevertheless, she reached up to her bedside table and grabbed the object.

Her phone lit up with several notifications, her mind vaguely aware of the time stamped on the lock screen of her phone. But Astrid was more concerned with the name who had been texting her incessantly all morning. Messages that she had apparently slept through.

It was now late morning, and Hiccup had been messaging her since around 9 a.m. when they both would normally wake up. However, Astrid had slept through his notifications and only managed to look at them nearly 2 hours later.

So, it wasn't all that surprising when she saw his name pop up on her phone telling her that he was trying to call her. With a heavy sigh and an immense amount of effort, Astrid sat up in bed and accepted the call.

"Astrid? Oh, thank god! I was so worried. Are you okay?" Hiccup's worried voice called out from the other end. Astrid smiled at his concern, her heart momentarily warmed by his worried voice.

"I'm..." Astrid struggled to get the words out, her throat closing around itself and silencing her. She cleared her throat violently, the action causing shoots of pain to tickle her throat. "I'm not doing great." Astrid finally admitted, knowing that lying to Hiccup was useless.

"Do you need me to get you anything?" Hiccup asked softly, concern seeping into his voice. The fact that he was offering to get Astrid what she needed made Astrid feel warmer than she had earlier.

She appreciated his efforts and found herself falling for him a little more.

"You don't have to get me anything, Hiccup. Just go to class, I'll be alright." Astrid assured him, not wanting him to make any sacrifices in his life just for her.

"Astrid," Hiccup said sternly, his words cutting off any further arguments from Astrid. "You are my girlfriend, I want to take care of you. If I didn't then what kind of a boyfriend would that make me? I want to do something for you, to make you feel better in whatever way I can. Please, let me take care of you, m'lday." Hiccup was almost pleading with her, waiting for her to accept his help and let him in.

Astrid knew that if she told Hiccup no for a final time, he would give up. Not easily, but he would. He respected her, and if she didn't want him there, then he would have to live with it. But as she looked around herself, calculating her own pain levels and the distance to the kitchen and bathroom in her house, Astrid knew that she couldn't do it alone.

"Can you get me some cold medicine, like the sore throat kind? And maybe some painkillers too." Astrid asked, accepting Hiccup's offer without beating around the bush. Astrid could almost feel the smile that was most likely spreading on Hiccup's face from her surrender.

"Of course. Want me to get you anything to eat? Some soup perhaps?" Astrid's stomach grumbled at the prospect of food, and her throat seemed pleased at the idea of something warm soothing its itchy inflammation.

"Please," Astrid replied weakly, her energy slowly depleting as they spoke. Her head felt dizzy, and she struggled to stay up in bed.

"Okay, you rest. I'll be there soon. Love you." With that, the call ended and Astrid let her phone fall from her hands. Just as quickly as she had awoken that morning, she fell right back to sleep and let the darkness of sleep consume her.