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Not much to say, mostly cuz I can't be bothered. An exaggeration of Hiccup getting hit by the fire in King of Dragons part 1.

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Age: 17-18 (Rtte season 6)

Couples: Hiccstrid 

Place: Beserker Island

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Hiccup looked around, he saw each of his friends get knocked off their dragons by flames. If they were, chances were he would too. He looked up to see the flame appear, but then, everything went black for him.

Hiccup had been hit, and he flew several metres of his dragon, landing on nearby stone. You could hear bones in his body shattering, drawing everyone's attention. He lay there, still as can be, not making a sound. 

Spitelout looked up. Hiccup was too young to die, and what on earth would Berk do without him? Would the royalty be pasted to Snotlout, or would Stoick be forced to have another child? He would not loose his nephew, not today, not ever.

Fishlegs ran over, as fast as he could, and he checked for a pulse. Astrid joined his side, hoping with every bone in her body that he was alive. After a minute of trying, Fishlegs shook his head and a tear slipped his from his eye.

"No... no, this can't be happening..." Astrid whispered, listening for his heartbeat. It was there, but it was too slow to count. "Oh... Hiccup, why...?" She whimpered. Tears slipped from her eyes, and once they started, they didn't stop. Fishlegs placed a hand on her back. Spitelout wondered over. "W-we.. n-n-need to get h-him to Goth-th-thi." She sobbed, sliding her hands under his back. As she did so, she felt multiple broken ribs, and she gasped. She picked him up, and carried him to her dragon.

She landed back in Berk, infront Hiccup's house. Just at that moment, Gobber and Gothi decided to walk out. Gobber gasped, taking Hiccup inside immediately. Astrid, having no choice, went back into battle with Beserkers, hoping Hiccup doesn't, well, you know...

Rumour spread like wildfire, and when news reached most's ears that both Haddock's were about to die, the village went into panic. While Gothi treated Hiccup's wounds, she came under the conclusion that Hiccup was just in a coma. Gobber had to immediately adress the crowd, Berk was not falling apart. Berk would be fine, Hiccup and Stoick would wake up.

Of course, for the sake of this world, the rest of the gang won the war with krogan and johann, taking the king of dragons egg. It had been a few months, and neither Haddock had woken up. During those months, Hiccup's survival chances were swindling into single digits. He would only take one breath every three minutes, and that breath would be so small. 

But, in the bed beside him, Stoick was getting better. Still in a coma none the less, but better. One time the gang were gathered around the Haddock's, hoping both would wake up soon. Half of their wish was answered, since Stoick started mumbling and grumbling. Fishlegs waddled over, being the only one to notice him. 

"Guys! He's waking up!" He cried, and the rest of the gang rushed over.

"Val?" Stoick grumbled, opening his eyes to see only the gang, Valka nowhere in sight. "Oh... That's right."

"Good afternoon, chief." Astrid whispered, her tear-stained face clear aswell as her cracking voice. 

"What's wrong lass? Where's my son?" He asked her, not having his total voice strength yet. Astrid said nothing, she just moved aside to show Stoick his son, lying on his own bed, bruised, cut up. Shirtless, wrapped in multiple bands of cloth, and a clear broken arm.  "Son!" He cried, trying to get up. Then, Gobber walked in.

"Stoick! Your awake! That's great!"

"Yes but my son's not!"

"Oh, right. Chief, he's not doing to well." Gobber whispered, not wanting to cry infront of everyone. Hiccup meant everything to Gobber, Hiccup warmed him up, and Gobber became nicer to everyone, and everyone noticed.

Astrid walked back over to Hiccup and sat in her chair, picking up his hand and squeezing it gently. But what she didn't expect, was to feel him squeezing back. It was light, very light, but Astrid didn't care. She leaned forward, looking at his face.

"Hiccup?"

He groaned. His eyes still closed, he slid away his hand and laid it on her cheek. 

"Hey milady," he whispered, opening his eyes slightly.

"Hiccup!" She cried, hugging him gently, so she didn't hurt him. "I was so upset, and worried that you were going to leave me! You-you were dieing!" She sobbed, and the tears flowed down her face. The rest of the gang watched them, not ruining their moment.

"Hey, hey hey hey. How many times do I have to tell you, there will always be a Hiccup and Astrid!" He reassured. Astrid smiled in disbelief and kissed him, needing his touch. He kissed back, and they both smiled into it. Electric waved flowed throughout their bodies, making them shiver. 

"Alright you two. We're still here," Gobber said playfully, walking over. Astrid let Hiccup go and pulled back, letting everyone else come over and see him. Gobber was helping Stoick up, and they came over first.

"Son,"

"Dad." Hiccup smiled.

"Don't you ever scare me like that again!" Stoick demanded playfully, carefully and gently poking Hiccup good shoulder.

"I could say the same for you," Hiccup replied, making every laugh and chuckle. 

"We missed ya, lad." Gobber said. The rest of the gang nodded. Hiccup groaned and tried to sit up, which he did with the help of Astrid.

"It's great being alive, seeing you all again." Hiccup said, opening his arms out wide, and everyone gave him a group hug.

A/N: Short, messy, but yet also kinda cute. What did you guys think? Please let me know your thoughts, and give me suggestions!

Also, let me know what you think about 'Watching their movie'. Should I upload a trailer like shot, or just the real thing? You know, I'm gonna write a trailer. Won't that be hilarious. *Sarcasm inserted here*

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Published: 20 August, 2019

Word count: 1039

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I hope you enjoyed this shot. Remember, stay sharp, train hard, and LEAVE AMERICA THAT SELLS JUICE LOOKALIKE CLEANER OILS NEXT TO FUCKING KIDS JUICE!!!

Sorry, my opinion, please don't sue me.

But try and explain power points under soap bottles... 

-Cloudie!

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