The Hangover

5

Chapter Five
"Ꮖ ᏞᎾᎾK ᏞᏆKᎬ Ꭺ NᎬᎡᎠY ᎻᏆᏞᏞᏴᏆᏞᏞY."

Hiccup painfully opened his eyes. He groaned, rolling his eyes around to try and figure out where he was. The ground was cold and he didn't recognize where he was. After trying to assess his current position, he decided to test if he could even stand.

He groaned, rising to his feet. His head spun and he could hardly see. He bent his knees, trying to keep his balance. Once he was stable, he figured out he was back in the villa. How did he get back?

He slowly started walking around. Oh, his whole body hurt. He spun around, trying to figure out how the room got so trashed. Nothing even seemed to be in one piece. He wandered into the living room and sat down on a chair. He groaned, laying back and closing his eyes. What happened last night?

In the kitchen area, Kristoff rose to his feet. His legs weren't stable enough to hold him though and he slipped backwards, causing pots and pans to fall and create a loud crash. Hiccup picked his head up, seeing Kristoff laying on the floor.

Hoping he wouldn't fall again, Kristoff rushed towards the bathroom. Hiccup watched as Kristoff nearly tripped over the chicken that was in the villa. How did that get in here? Somehow, Kristoff just barely missed stepping on Eugene, too.

Walking right in, Kristoff pulled down his underwear and actually made it to the toilet. As he was doing his business, he heard this low grumble. He squinted his eyes, trying to see as he turned his whole body to see what made the noise.

Oh. It was just a tiger.

Thinking he had to be hallucinating, Kristoff turned around and went back to urinating in the toilet. "Stupid tiger." He mumbled to himself.

When it growled again, Kristoff jumped back to his senses. He gasped, pinning himself against the wall. The tiger roared, jumping at him as he ran out of the bathroom.

As he rushed out of the bathroom, his foot caught on Eugene and he stepped on top of him, waking him up. "What the fuck?" Eugene spat, holding his side. Kristoff whimpered on the ground. "Control yourself, man. Goddamn, will you put on some pants?"

"Eugene, do not go into the bathroom." Kristoff warned, fear in his voice.

"Kris, just calm down. It's me." Eugene said, squinting his brown eyes to look at Kristoff. It was so bright in the suite. Who opened all of the shades?

"Eugene, there is a tiger in the bathroom." Kristoff exclaimed, standing up on his feet.

"What's going on?" Hiccup asked from the living room. He felt like he was moving at .2 miles an hour. He couldn't think straight.

"There's a jungle cat in the bathroom!" Kristoff shouted, pointing at the bathroom. Why was no one else freaking out about this?

Eugene groaned, standing up. "Okay, okay, Kris."

"Don't go in there." Kristoff cried.

"Kris, I'll check it out." Eugene repeated, trying to calm him down. There was no way there was some tiger in the bathroom. He had to be dreaming or hallucinating.