Silence (How To Train Your Dragon AU) (Hiccup x reader OC)

Chapter 18

Chapter 18

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We played family the entire day. Harley loved the giant room and adored jumping on the bed. Hiccup helped him make a big fort, one big enough to fit all of us comfortably. Harley rolled around the blankets and pillows, giggling and squealing with joy. The smile didn't leave his face all day.

And there was the soda Hiccup had brought to his room. It was a rare treat in the village, and I hadn't had once since my parents were alive. Harley didn't know what to think of the drink. He opened and closed his mouth a few times before deciding he loved it, guzzling it down greedily.

I started to take it away when Hiccup stopped me. "It's fine," he insisted. "I can order more. We have plenty."

Lunch was ordered, and Harley and I ducked on the other side of his huge bed as he retrieved the lunch.

"Is your friend still-?" the servant began.

"Yes, Onem. Now, you are excused," Hiccup rushed, quickly escorting his servant out of the room and locking it.

Lunch, which was spaghetti and meatballs, turned out to be a fun disaster. Harley refused to be fed, grabbing handfuls of the messy noodles and shoving them in his mouth. I had removed his clothes, leaving him in his underwear before he started eating, so thankfully he still had clean clothes.

The same couldn't be said for Hiccup's or mine.

I winced as Hiccup set the tray in the hall, seeing his stained and expensive clothes.

"Don't worry. My family has plenty of money," he dismissed. "Now, I think this little guy needs a bath."

"Da Da!" Harley squealed, reaching for Hiccup.

Hiccup froze.

"Da Da! Da Da!"

Before Harley got upset from lack of response, I picked him up and placed him in Hiccup's arms, which instinctively wrapped around Harley.

"He- he called me-" Hiccup trailed, beaming.

"Da Da!" Harley repeated.

"He called me Dad!" Hiccup shouted, excitedly, then lowered his voice. "He called me Dad!" he whispered, his smile ear to ear.

I couldn't help but laugh and nod. I pulled Hiccup to the bathroom and ran a bath. I finished undressing Harley and set him in the tub.

He reached for Hiccup. "Da Da! Da Da!"

Hiccup panicked, "I- I can't. I don't know what to- to do."

I held out a hand, signaling for him to relax. I pointed to the soap then Harley then himself and gave him an encouraging thumbs up before exiting, shutting the door behind me.

I relaxed on the bed, hearing them splash around in the water, occasionally hearing a child- appropriate curse from Hiccup then a loud laugh from Harley.

"Harley! No, Harley! Argh!"

I chuckled quietly to myself at the sound of Hiccup falling into the bathtub with Harley, his giggles telling me he was fine.

"Silence! Help!" he begged a few minutes later.

I walked in but couldn't stop myself from bursting out laughing. Hiccup was drenched- head to toe, still in his pants (but shirtless) in the huge tub next to a soapy and giggling Harley.

Hiccup opened his mouth to say something, but Harley flung some of the bubbles in his face. He closed his eyes and mouth for a few seconds, smiling.

"As I was going to say," he began, his eyes still closed, "we might need some help. Yeah, yeah, laugh it up." He held out a hand, but when I grabbed it to help pull him out, he yanked me in with a yelp.

Both Hiccup and Harley were laughing as I came up with a playful glare. His bathtub was huge, more than big enough to fit all three of us and still have some room to move around and play. So we had a water fight, giggling, laughing, screaming, and squealing, until Harley grew tired and coughed up some water, his hands and feet wrinkly from the long bath. But he was clean.

Hiccup lifted Harley up, standing to get him out of the water. "Okay, that's enough for you, buddy. Um, Silence, what do I do now?"

I laughed, and together we dried and dressed Harley, making a water trail as we laid him on the bed for a nap.

"Sorry about your clothes," he apologized. "Why don't you start drying off in the bathroom? I'll see if I have anything close to your size."

I nodded and walked back into the flooded bathroom. I quickly dried off as best I could in soaking clothes, carefully undoing the bandages and dumping them in the trash.

He awkwardly knocked a minute later, "Um, Silence? I, uh, think I found something that might, uh, fit you."

I opened the door, gratefully taking the neatly folded pile from him and shutting the door again. I took off my soaking clothes and put on the baggy clothes. These would do, though I wished the shirt had longer sleeves.

I walked out, seeing him in dry pants and a new shirt. He looked at me, instantly spotting the red marks on my arms. His eyes dimmed.

"Oh, I forgot about those. I hope I didn't hurt you. Gosh, I'm such an idiot, I completely forgot. Here, let's get those wrapped up again." And as tenderly and thoroughly the first wrapping were, his second wrappings was slightly more skilled and firm, though not tight. "There."

The bandages covered the scars but just barely.

He grabbed my wrists, bringing both of them to his mouth, where he gently kissed the skin just above the edge of the bandage then the other.

"I'm so sorry," he apologized, though I didn't know what for. "You shouldn't have to go through this alone. You are a strong, brave young woman, and you deserve to be held and protected." He leaned his forehead against mine, and I thought he was going to kiss me. But he just sighed. "I'm sorry, mi'lady. You deserve-"

I cut him off, kissing him, myself. "Shut up and kiss me."

He smirked, "Whatever you wish, mi'lady."

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