They call me the Commander

101 moons Pt.3

Astrid left Hiccup to go get Fishlegs, seeing as he was feeling considerably better now.

Fishlegs opened the door, a smile creeping onto his face. Hiccup was finally going to explain everything!

"Hiccup?" He said.

The auburn haired man looked up from his sketchbook. He closed it, dropped his pencil on the floor and wiped his hands on his tunic.

"Ineedtoknowabsolutelyeverything!" Fishlegs burst, then going red after. "Sorry."

"No, No, that's fine." Hiccup kicked his blankets and furs away and walked to his shelf.

"Hiccup? Are you sure you should be getting up? Astrid said-"

"That I shouldn't. I know. But I've been able to look after myself in worse than this for 6 years. I'll be totally fine."

He pulled down a crate of scrolls. Setting them on the bed, he said, "What do you want to know? Apart from 'absolutelyeverything' at once."

"What's the 'curse'?"

"Let's start at the start.

A long time ago, the gods made a decision that they would prophesize the future, that they would give the powers of a dragon to a child unborn. Each god affixed their choice of power to the child. Odin gave courage, Thor gave strength, Freya gave love, and so on. When the time had come, they presented the power to a child before birth. This was called, as you know, The Prophesy of the Dragon's Heir.

As the child would grow within people, like a normal person. No one knew of his powers, not even his parents.

Some of the powers came into play as soon as they were born, like the ability to speak dragonese. For others, the dragon's heir would have to use a blend of every ability given by the gods to activate. For me, that was leaving Berk.

Though the gods were rarely wrong, they would test the dragon's heir after their powers were in full swing. Odin's test for courage was how far I would go when something I loved was taken from me. Freya's was how I would react when someone broke my heart, etcetera, etcetera.

Thor, tough and strong, made his test a tad more intense than the others,to test my physical strength. His test is called Thor's forte.

Every year after the dragon's heir's powers were fully activated, Thor would send a sickness upon the boy, and if he didn't survive, he wasn't strong enough, he wasn't a good dragon's heir. It comes in bouts, varying in pain and time. Thor's forte cannot affect any other Viking, it is not contagious. The gods take no precautions, they do not give the dragon's heir additional powers over this time, the boy will either die or live, if he dies, that's the end. No more dragon's heir.

Is there a cure?

No.

No there isn't."

Fishlegs stared open mouthed and wide eyed at the auburn haired boy. He was quite flustered by the grave explanation.

"How long does it last for? When does it start?" He asked.

"Thor's forte starts on 101st moon of the year, and goes until the 105th."

"You said something about an 'aura' back on the island?"

"That? The dragon's heir is said to have a sort of aura that comforts both animals and Vikings. Except for when I'm angry, then they'd better run for their precious little lives."

Hiccup and Fishlegs spent the next four or five whole hours rambling over prophesies and dragon facts.

"And then in the arena, once there was this huuuuuuge monstrous nightmare, I think it was a titan wing, all red and black. It got really angry at Snotlout, and- Hey, did you know that titan wing Crimson goregutters are the- Hiccup? Hiccup?

Hiccup was pale as a ghost and his eyes scrunched in pain. There was a whooshing in his ears and an explosion in his head. To him, Fishleg's words were slurred, he couldn't hear properly. It felt like a thousand knives stabbing into his skull.

Fishlegs reached out to touch Hiccup's shoulder and he whimpered like a sad dog.

"I'll get Astrid." Fishlegs breathed.

"Oh gods oh gods oh gods oh gods." Hiccup whimpered as Fishlegs dashed to the door.

He rocked backwards and forwards, internally screaming. His head was filled with zipping and bangs and zooming and so. Many. Loud. Sounds. Exploding. In. his. Head.

Red

Hot

Agony.

Astrid rushed into the room to find Hiccup with his face buried in his knees, rocking backwards and forwards on the bed.

"Hiccup? What's wrong?"

Hiccup didn't answer.

"Hiccup."

Still nothing.

"Hiccup? Are you okay? Please answer me."

He said, "Do I look okay?"

"Still enough energy to back sass..." She mumbled.

The pain in his head throbbed and pounded against his skull.

"Heard that."

The ache was ebbing and flowing now, sometimes there, sometimes not.

Hiccup flopped backwards, staring at the ceiling. He was about to tell Astrid that he was fine now, but a stabbing pain interrupted his thoughts and he buried himself under the furs, groaning, griping and whimpering.

A soft hand stroked his face.

"What on Midgard is wrong with you?"

"Ask Fishlegs. I don't want to talk." He grumbled.

"Okay Mister grumpy!" She mocked him and laughed. Her laugh was that of an angel.

"Okay cranky, you sleep, and I'll ask Fishlegs."

"You're talking to me like a kid, you know that?"

"Yes. I do." She sung as she closed the door behind her.

The pain subsided long enough for Hiccup to fall asleep.

Fast Forward to about 12:40 that night

Astrid was dreaming of her parents, not of them dying, but of them smiling, the good times she had with them when they were alive.

She felt a nudge on her arm that pulled her from her slumber. When she woke, she was met with the dreadfully worried eyes of a certain night fury.