A Thousand Years

The Woods

*Wake up, wake up, wake up already* Was all I could think when I shook Hiccup by his shoulders lightly. 

He hasn't done this in ages, why is it starting up again? When I first met him, he was on a lot of pills, he had anxiety, depression, was bipolar and he had lung problems. From the dosages of all the meds he took, he would become weak and at times, he couldn't even move. I remember one time, the doctors made him use an oxygen tank. 

The rapid progression of the disease spreading wasn't very quick, unlike other cases. Doctors had said they could attempt a lung transplant for one of them (the left one) and see if the other one keeps progressing. HIccup had been utterly terrified when he and his dad arrived at the hospital, I hadn't known him at the time. He had told me when he had gotten out of surgery, he remembered everything, the anesthesia had worked but, his mind had still been awake. I don't know or understand how that works necessarily but, I can believe it was utterly terrifying. 

I lifted Hiccup off of the floor bridal style and walked over to his bed. I just sat on the bed, holding him and Toothless jumped down to look at me. 

"He'll be okay Toothless." I said quietly. 

The cat tilted his head and looked down at Hiccup and my attention went back to him as well. There were scars all over his body either self-afflicted or given. I put my hand on his neck/head area to prop his head up. I looked at his facial features. Unlike my own silvery hair, his was auburn and always in the cutest mess (I mean mine was too but who cares about me at the moment.) His eyes were an emerald shade like Toothless' while my own were a shade of ice. When someone looked into his eyes, they could get lost instantaneously, it was like looking into something as precious as an actual emerald. I suppose this is why people hated him. He was beautiful in his own way. People had never liked me either, they feared me to be honest. I only acted all fun and games around Hiccup. What can I say? Kid brings out the best in me, always has. Everyone else is cruel and horrid to everyone and to be honest, I've never seen Hiccup hurt a fly, I know that's like, a metaphor or something but I mean an actual fly. He sees things as killing as a horrible thing to do no matter what.

I moved Hiccup onto the bed so, I could grab some clothes for him. Walking over to his closet, Toothless hopped on my should, probably trying to ensure I don't make Hiccup wake up with a pink shirt and black shorts again. In my own defense, he looked adorable in pink. I picked a plain white shirt that hung low around the neck area, black skinny jeans with a hole torn at the knee, a black beanie, and his usual black converse. 

I quickly got him dressed while trying not to look at his boxers or anything. I've always asked how large he is though, maybe this is my opportunity. Toothless knew exactly what I was thinking and hopped off of my shoulder and walked out of the room. God, that cat knew everything everyone was thinking and when you talked to him, he knew exactly what you were talking about. 

*Just a quick glance. If he wakes up while you're doing this, blame you saw a bug crawl under your boxers* 

*Five minutes later* 

I looked in the mirror, my face was bright red and I wish I hadn't done that. It was the largest turn on I've had in awhile, needless to say, he's huge. Splashing water on my face, I hear a vehicle pull into the driveway. Toothless came running into the bathroom and meowed loud, signaling he was worried. Picking up the cat, I began back upstairs to Hiccup. I put Toothless down on the bed and he sat on Hiccup's stomach protectively, in a crouching position. When I looked out the window, I wanted to scream, his dad was home. He's never home this early and who knows what he'll do if he discovered Hiccup had another fainting spell. 

Devising a plan quickly, I decided to climb out of the window with Hiccup and hope his dad didn't see us. There was the room directly under the window and then a tree I usually climb to get back up (normally I just jump off of the roof to get down but I don't want to hurt him.) I walked over to him, Toothless jumped off and I began to shake Hiccup's shoulders. 

"Wake up you potato!!" I whisper yelled.

He literally moaned. It wasn't an "I'm sleeping leave me alone moan." God when this was over I'm going to ask him what dream he was having. 

*Shit, I'm going to have to slap him.* I've always hated slapping him but, I've only done it when it was necessary and I do in fact believe now is necessary. 

"I'm sorry, Hiccup." I said in advance and slapped him almost as hard as I could.

"WHA-" Was all he could get out before I covered his mouth. 

"No time to explain, we need to go, now." 

Hiccup's eyes widened in fear and he got up from the bed, took a step and his legs failed him. He's lucky I was there to catch him. It took a minute for him to regain his balance. 

"Jack, don't worry about me. If worse comes to worse, leave me. I don't want you to get hurt." He said as he looked into my icy eyes. God, he had no idea what he did to me.

"Hiccup, move your ass, I'm not leaving you." I whisper yelled. 

We moved toward the window and I made him go first. When I got out of the window, I could hear footsteps. 

"We need to go faster, right now." 

Hiccup and I hurried up into the tree. I was basically already down when Hiccup's clumsiness kicked in. He fell off of the branch he was holding onto. To be honest, I have no idea how I did it but, I caught him and lowered him to the ground and jumped.  

Then we ran into the woods across the street as quickly as we could and hoped his dad hadn't seen us.