Hiccstrid Forever: Hiccstrid Oneshots

Sick

Set after HTTYD 3

Astrid POV

My eyes flutter open. My throat is parched and sore. My head is so hot it feels like it's on fire but the rest of my body feels like it's a thousand degrees below.

I moan as every time I swallow it feels like someone is ripping metal barbs down my throat. My nose is perfectly useless and pressure painfully builds up in my sinuses. My ears are as good as plugged and I feel like I couldn't possibly say anything as there's nowhere in my head for it to go.

I cough violently and it feels like I'm going to cough all my guts out. It's amazing and not in a pleasant wat how one night can do a number on your health. You go to sleep fine but you wake up to find that your body lost the battle.

Hiccup's long gone. He got up hours ago to go be chief of Berk like he does every day. I could hear the covers rustle as he crept out of bed and I could hear him as he dressed himself. Finally I felt it as he sat back down on the bed, leaned over and kissed me. He rubbed my arm gently and whispered, "Love you sweetie." In my ear. Then he got up and quietly left the room.

Now I hear the door creak open and a familiar step clink step clink up the stairs. The door in front of me opens and my husband walks in.

"Hey sweetheart." He says seeing that I'm awake and heads over to his desk to fumble through his papers. "I forgot something."

"Hey Ba-" and I begin coughing violently. A strong furrow comes over his brow. I can see him wince with my coughs and he holds his breath when I cry in pain as my chest throbs at the end of my cough.

Hiccup immediately comes to my side and puts his arms around me. "Astrid! Baby, are you okay?" He looks into my droopy eyes.

"I'm fine Hicc-" and another fit of coughing begins, cutting me off.

"No Astrid, you're not." He says with that worried tone in his voice that irritates me but that I have to love at the same time. He hugs me tighter and tilts my head to rest against his own. "I'll stay with you Astrid."

"Hiccup, no" I say hoarsely. "I can't let you do that. You're the chief."

My husband looks me straight in the eye. There is such compassion yet firmness written in those green orbs I have come to love over the years. "Astrid, baby, you are my first priority. I can't be a good chief if I can't be a good husband. I love you Astrid, in sickness and in health. Right now you are sick and I will take care of you. I promise." And with that he softly plants a sweet kiss on my lips.

"You better not do that or you'll get sick too." I laugh.

"I don't care!" He says passionately and kisses me again, long and full of ardor.

If this is what it is to be a sick chieftess... I don't mind.