The Dog Trainer (Hiccup x Reader) [ModernAU!]

24: Papers and Dehydration

The names of "pit bull" and "bull dog" originated in England in 1066 when butchers would use large, Mastiff-type dogs as "bullenbeissers," which translates to "bull biter," and trained to latch onto a bull's nose to subdue when the bull gets riled up.

You sighed as you clicked back between each tab on your laptop for your research paper. You heard a whine next to you. You looked down from the table to see Chestnut looking up at you with a curious look and her ears perked. You smiled tiredly and petted her. Her ears lay flat on her head as you petted her. She whined more when you stopped to return to your research paper.

"Sorry, girl," you sighed, "I can't play with you right now--school calls. Another time."

She huffed and decided to lay guard next to your figure.

You sighed once again, proof reading your paper. You were assigned a research argumentative topic from one of your classes, specifically your writing class. You would have chose an easy debate that was being currently discussed in the world today, but the teacher made it clear that there would be no government involvement; just community controversies or of interests. Luckily, your interests expanded since dating Henry. You took an interest in dogs and you were sad to hear a lot of stereotypes have been placed on intelligent species, so you decide to argue upon that specific topic.

Eventually, this method turned into a sport where dogs were put in a pit with an agitated bull, and spectators would place bets on which dog would hold--

"Achoo!"

You almost fell out of your seat when you jumped in the air from the sudden noise. You turned in your seat to see Henry walking in the kitchen going to the refrigerator. You stared amusingly as Henry opened the fridge.

"Don't sneeze all over the food," you chuckled.

"Ha ha," he mocked back. He closed the door and sat in the next seat to you with a bottle of water and a cup of, what you guessed to be, energy drink.

"Shouldn't you be in bed?" you inquired.

"Been in bed for the past few days," he answered.

"And it will take a few more days if it has to be that way," you said as you rolled your eyes, "You haven't been listening to me, have you? You're supposed to drink a lot of water and take your night medicine."

"Sorry, if I'm not like you where you bounce back from a cold because you literally drown yourself in water within a few days," he mumbled.

You glared at him knowingly. You hummed in sarcasm, "And how many bottles have you had so far?"

He stayed silent as he opened the water bottle and sipping at it.

"That's your first one, isn't it?" You groaned, "You're supposed to have at least one liter a day!"

He suddenly jolted and started coughing horribly from choking on the water. He put down the water bottle and covered his mouth as he coughed. You quickly rose to your feet and stood behind him to rub his back to try calming his fit. He groaned once he calmed down, but his body jolted as a little sound came out.

Your mouth gaped at the familiar sight. A little boy who was always sick hiccuped so much flashed before your eyes in a memory. Your eyes widen in realization.

Henry hiccuped again causing you to come back to reality. You blinked several times and shook your head slightly. You went into the kitchen area and grabbed a glass cup from the cabinet. You filled the cup with water from his water bottle. You sat Henry up and gave him the glass. He drank half of it before placing it on the table.

You shook your head. "You know, hiccups are a sign of dehydration," you informed, "it means you have to drink more water."

His response was a tired and discomfort groan.

You rubbed his back for comfort. Poor boy, he looked paler than before.

"Alright," you started softly, "let's at least get you to the couch so you can rest. You don't look like you can make to the stairs and I can't carry you."

He moved to prepare himself to get up but struggled to stay standing. That's where you came in. You slid under his arm and held onto his waist with one arm. You helped him into the entertainment area and laid him down on a three seated couch (because of his damn tallness). There was a themed blanket nearby that you took to lay it across his figure. He groaned and lolled his head back and forth. Sensing his discomfort, you lifted his head onto your lap when you seeped in and caressed his head just the way he liked it. He immediately quiet feeling your soothing touch. Not too much later, you saw his torso rise and fall with every slow breath he took in his sleep. You felt your eyelids get heavy and your subconscious seducing you to sleep. With one last glance to make sure he was comfortable, you laid your head back and closed your eyes.

"Goodnight, Hiccup."

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