The boy with the Dragon and the girl with the Bow "2". [Mericcup]

Chapter 18

(A/N: Sorry for the late update >_< I wasn't home again and I won't be home again tomorrow, what means that I probably wil update pretty late again, and I hope you aren't angry with me... Anyways... I have a few questions for you! ^^ If you don't mind I would like you to answer them in the comments! First one: What do you think Merida worries about? :) Second one(I'm really curious about): What time is it in your country when you read my stroy :)? That's all for now ^^ Hope you enjoy the chapter :D And sorry for spelling mistakes ^^'' )

Merida's POV 

After Astrid left, Tuffnut came and helped me to pick up Stoick and bring him to a doctor. He told to calm down, even if I already calmed a bit in the time no one was there. My mind gave me a headache, my worries made me sick, the problems and questions in my head made me feel hot and the hot air made my lungs melt with every breath I take. I sat outside a room. A room where Stoick was. He woke up on our way here, but I guess he wasn't quite there at all. I thought about everything. What makes me feel like this? Did I made a mistake? Screams filled the air, making it even harder for me to think. Even though the screams were outside, it seemed like the people are screaming right into my ears. I got off the chair I was sitting on and closed my eyes, pressed my back against the wall, slowly sliding down to bury my head between my knees. Wait... what are they even screaming about? And what are those high and... strange screams? “Merida!”, someone yelled and I lifted my head with open eyes to see Hiccup turning around the corner. Wide eyes looked at him. I pressed myself away from the wall, using the speed to run towards him and laying my arms around his neck to embrace him. His one hand placed around my hip and the other one smacked against the wall to give him the grip he needed to stay on his feet. Everything was gone. From one to another moment, it was just gone. There was only Hiccup, for me. His other hand soon roamed through my red fiery curls. He calmed me. Every touch of his hand, that taps my skin calmed me. The sound of his voice in the morning gives me chills. Good chills, like goosebumps. His kisses make the corners of my mouth rise into a smile. And his green eyes in combination with his smile make me go crazy. Tears of happiness and confusion climbed up into my eyes and I needed to snuffle. “Merida, are you alright?”, Hiccup asked with worry, pulling me closer. I nodded against his shoulder, whispering: “Yes... now. I'm fine. But your father...” His grip dissolved and I took a step back. “I think he is doing better... but there is clearly something wrong with him. And I can tell you it's not 'the colours and the loneliness', like he said.”, I added a bit stern. His hand stroke my cheek and made me smile. “It's OK. We will find out what happened. But Astrid told me you had something like a... a panic attack.” He smiled at me and my smile grew wider before he added: “I just want the future mother of my children to be alright. If anything is bothering you, you can talk to me.” My face went blank, my shoulders lowered. No. Not again. It all came back. That familiar, uncomfortable feeling came back. Hot air dried my throat as I inhaled. I gulped and Hiccup looked worried again. It's alright, just tell him how you feel, Merida. The same moment I opened my mouth, the door next to us, to Stoick's room, opened and the doctor came out. I remained silent while he talked to us. My eyes didn't let go of Hiccup who was now looking at the doctor. He told us that Stoick is doing well and that my, more or less, quick action kinda saved him. If he wouldn't been brought here before the end of the day, it would be much worse. He told us that Stoick wants to talk to Hiccup alone. Hiccup nodded and his eyes searched for mine. I tried to avoid his gaze but I just can't and I found myself staring into his gorgeous green eyes. He bit his lip and so did I. I wanted him to kiss me. Do it, kiss me. I waited but he sighted and went inside his fathers room.

Hiccup's POV

“It's OK. We will find out what happened. But Astrid told me you had something like a... a panic attack.” She gave me one of her beauties smiles. She looks so wonderful, when she is just herself and natural. “I just want the future mother of my children to be alright. If anything is bothering you, you can talk to me.” Her smile went away, her eyes widen, her shoulders lowered. I did a mistake, didn't I. But what? She was paler than usual. Was she sick? She gulped as if she was trying to keep something from being told. Think. What could you have said that makes her feel like this. The same moment she tried to explain, the door to my fathers room, opened and the doctor came out. I looked at him. He sighted and a second passed before he noticed us. “Ah. The son. I'm glad you are here” He told us that Stoick is doing well and that the fast action of my 'wife' saved him. If he wouldn't been brought here before the end of the day, it would be much worse. He told us that Stoick wants to talk to me. Alone. I nodded and my eyes searched for Merida and her ocean blue eyes. I can't just leave her alone. Well It won't be long. She seemed do avoided the look into my eyes, but she did anyways. We stared into each others eyes, silently. She bit her lip and so did I. The urge to kiss her overcame me, but I didn't want to get rejected so I sighted and turned to my side to go and talk to my father.

The door closed behind me and my father turned his head to me. “Hiccup. I'm sorry to cause you trouble.”, he apologized, while propping himself up, with the use of his arms, to sit on the bed. It took a while until he got into a comfortable position and it hurt to see him like this. I missed out five years. Five important years, that caused this. He gestured towards a chair next to his bed and I sat down. “Look. I'm sorry to tell you this... and it breaks my heart... but I think... I think it's the best decision to make... right now.”, he stammered between heavy breaths and my eyes started to get watery. His hand wandered under his beard, probably into a pocket he kept on the inside of his clothes. A jade-green ring, came to light, and he handed it to me. The ring in his hand suddenly disappeared under his fingers as he formed a fist. “Your story how you met Merida. I still haven't heard it. I know she's from another world, as you told me, and that only 5 days passed there... but... I want to hear more.” I gulped and without hesitating, I told him the story of how I met Merida. How she shot me. How she destroyed her petticoat for me. I told him about her father and the day we, Merida and I, spend together as she showed me the town. The part she ran away to search me. How we found Toothless on a black market and how we rescued him. I told him everything and under his beard a big smile formed. “I knew it.”, he chuckled. “Give it to Merida. You are my only son, and I love you... but--” some heavy coughs interrupted his speech and I gulped and stood up in worry and excitement. “--but you missed out five years and I think you are better off with her, in her world, than you are here.” My eyes widen, and I held back my tears. “How could you say this?”, I stammered. Maybe he is right. No, not maybe. He is. He took my hand and placed the ring in the palm of it. It was made out of silver and jade. The jade part was like a band and its sides where covered with some silver lace-lice indentations, like it was a frame for the jade. It was beautiful. “I'm sorry that I won't come to your marriage... and it makes me sad to know, that I will never see my grandchildren...”, my father uttered pessimistic. I looked up to him and saw tears in his eyes. “No... you can.. you can come with us! You can stay at the castle. Please... You don't have to worry about the chief stuff... Snotlout will do it. He's the heir, that's what he is meant to do. Please, don't leave me alone. I don't want to be in a different world, knowing every second that passes there, could be the day that you die here. I will get you a dragon! We will fly to Scotland and life there. You, Merida and me.”, I explained optimistic, hoping he would agree. He frowned at me and shook his head: “I don't know how to ride a dragon... and I'm too old, too.” “Astrid can!”, I suggested. I looked him deep in the eye, mouthing 'I can't to this without you'. My father's lower lip was shaking and he couldn't hold back his tears anymore and neither could I.