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It was always nice when Heather came to visit. She’d always insist on cooking for everyone, much to the delight of the riders.
She’d spend hours crafting intricate, well planned, delicious, three course meals that had a variety of dietary options available. She was always mindful of any allergies or just general dislikes of food. Even Tuffnut’s sacred duty to never ever ingest chicken.
The savoury smell of roasted pork and boiling potatoes swam through the air. The delicious aroma of sizzling yak chops infiltrated the senses, which was very much welcome to most. The sound of popping bubbles in boiling hot oil filled the clubhouse, the noise of pots and pans clanking together in the sink, dishes and spoons scraping against each other whilst being handled flooded everyone’s ears. There was chatter, banter, laughter. Everyone would comment on how good everything smelt, people couldn’t wait for the cooking process to finally come to an end and be able to taste the delectable tang of cooked to perfection food.
Heather quite obviously prided herself in her ability to cook. People would beg her to make one of her five star meals, heaps of gold would be given just for the chance to taste a dish made by her. They were lucky to have her want to cook for them for free . They were honoured to have her as a friend and they were honoured that she valued them all so deeply. She showed her appreciation for them all in many ways, this being one of them.
Hiccup was certainly grateful for Heather, no doubt about it, all the effort she was putting into this meal was heartwarming… and that’s why he felt so bad.
The supposedly mouth watering smell of roasted pork chops made every fibre of Hiccup’s being shrivel up. It made his equilibrium go haywire. His head felt as if it were floating on his body, the empty contents of his stomach threatening to create a disgusting bile for him to throw up just out of spite. He specifically made sure to eat even less than he usually did for about three days to make sure he could eat when Heather came to visit- but apparently his insides had other plans.
He tried to breathe through his mouth, but the sharp cold air constantly attacking his taste buds made it almost impossible for him to comfortably do so. He alternated between suffering through the sickening smell of food and the horrible breeze of cold air. It was torture.
He wasn’t saying a lot, he would only speak if spoken to, he didn’t want to speak. If he opened his mouth he feared he wouldn’t be able to keep his composure. He wasn’t going to ruin a fun evening that Heather had put so much time and effort into just because he sucked at basic survival.
He could feel his own nausea creeping up, he felt the tickling dizziness that the smell of anything edible always sprang upon him. He could taste how his saliva seemed almost salty, his body desperately attempting to keep his stomach acid in his stomach.
He just had to get through tonight. It was one meal. One. Meal.
He could do it.
“ Pleeeaaasse tell me that’s the last thing you’re putting on. I am dying! ” Tuffnut very dramatically announced, actually collapsing to the floor at Heather’s feet to sell the whole ‘ woe is me’ thing… although it was probably entirely serious.
“Don’t worry Tuff, only five more minutes and all will be done,” She chuckled as she spoke, stirring a stew in a large pot on the counter.
Tuffnut quickly scurried back to the table in excitement, joining everyone else in their anticipation.
Five more minutes.
Five more damned minutes.
No. He can do it.
“Have I told you how good that smells yet?” Astrid jokingly called out,
“Eh, only fifteen times, I’d say you could go for another,” She sarcastically answered back. The two women laughed, exchanging smiles before Heather turned back to the pot.
Smells so good. So sickeningly good.
“Aaaalllrighty, someone mind helping me carry these dishes out?”
“I will!” Fishlegs hurriedly called out, a slight blush on his face as he quickly got to Heather, helping her carry the several plates of food to the main table.
“Thank you,” She smiled sweetly at him.
Food. Smell. In his face. Sick. Sickening.
“Oh, Tuffnut, be careful, that’s chicken.” Heather mentioned as she placed a plate down on the table.
“ AH ! Oh I will not be touching that. Thank you for the warning Heather, your services are deeply appreciated.” He took his helmet off, holding it to his chest and slightly bowing his head. Ruffnut rolled her eyes at her brother’s antics.
“No problem Tuff,” She laughed.
Fishlegs finished bringing out the last of the dishes, carefully setting the delicious foods down onto the table. Everyone got their plates and cutlery ready. Not that anyone really used cutlery.
“Alrighty then everyone, tuck in!” Heather proudly called out, joining everyone else seated around the table.
People almost jumped out of their seats to get food onto their plates. Arms flew across the table, plates were passed around, the smells all mixing together and combining on their plates. Chicken and pork and yak and beef- stew and potatoes and vegetables. Everyone happily chattered and commented on how it ‘ all looked so good’. And for once everyone was being polite- well, polite for their standards. There was no fighting, no arguing over dishes or food. No drinks were spilled- nothing. It was all going well. It was a good evening. Everyone was having fun.
Except Hiccup
He watched as everyone rushed to get the nauseating nutrients onto their plates. He watched as everyone leant over each other, leant over him, arms flying in front of his face, what seemed like thousands of delicious but also awful smells constantly bombarding his senses. He didn’t reach for any food, he was more focused on figuring out what the hel he was going to do. He couldn’t eat a three course meal. Not a chance.
The chaotic grabbing of food and filling of plates was starting to die down, only two people still selecting their items of choice. People had begun eating, cutting into meats and potatoes, letting the stronger, much more potent smells be released into the air and travel throughout the clubhouse. He almost gagged, quickly stopping himself before anyone noticed.
He wasn’t even focused on the fact that he hadn’t got any food yet, he was just trying not to be sick. Which he was finding extremely difficult.
Astrid and Snotlout were the ones still getting food, people now eating and chattering away, the mood cheery. It was like their own makeshift bar.
Astrid had noticed that Hiccup was just sat there, not getting anything. She’d thought something was off with him all night. Luckily she was right next to him, so she could ask.
“You okay babe?” She quietly asked, no one else noticing the beginning of their conversation over their own loud laughter.
“Oh- y-yeah just- waiting for… everyone else…” He quickly defended himself, a subconscious, nervous hand reaching to the back of his neck.
“Well, mostly everyone is eating now, so go ahead, there’s enough room,” She smiled at him fondly, sitting herself down with her now full plate of intensely smelling food.
“R- right. ” He shakily acknowledged
He stood up, feeling Astrid’s eyes still staring at him. He tried to ignore her and her obvious worry. He refused to ruin this night. He was fine.
Hiccup managed to take a pork chop and… and a small piece of chicken and… a few vegetables from the various plates in the centre of the table. He tried his best to ignore the fact that he was leaning right over the source of the awful, disgusting, sickening smells- Heather had worked so hard- and they would probably all smell delicious if he didn’t feel sick- he felt so bad- so- so he had to carry on.
He sat back down, hesitantly grabbing a knife and fork.
“You okay Hiccup?”
Hiccup snapped his head up to look at Heather, his eyes momentarily widening-
“ Y- yeah- I’m- I’m fine, thanks.”
He cringed as the table fell silent, everyone staring at him. Gods he just wanted to melt away-
“You not that hungry?” She questioned- she- she was probably mad at him- because- she- she’d spent so long cooking and-
“No! No- I- I am just- uh- I-… just getting a starter!.” He hurriedly returned, quick to push back even just the idea that he wasn’t hungry.
“You sure…? Honestly Hiccup if you aren’t then I don’t mind-,”
“No! No really- I just- yeah. No, I'm fine.” He smiled at Heather, a fake smile. But what did it matter, as long as it was believable.
“…okay, as long as you say so,”
Chatter started back up, people only glancing at him with worried looks in their eyes a few times, soon forgetting about that whole conversation.
One problem solved. Now the next.
Actually eating.
He looked down at his relatively empty plate, the fact that he now actually had to eat this finally sinking in.
He held the knife and fork in his hands, very slowly submerging the prongs of the fork into a pork chop. The knife shakily scraped back and forth, all the way down, cutting through the intricately intertwined tissues of the pork, gliding through the red meat. The knife hit the plate, scraping against its surface momentarily before he lifted the fork from his plate, a small piece of seemingly harmless food stabbed against its prongs.
He looked at it for a second or two, his heart rate noticeably increasing.
“You want any sauce with that babe?” She once again spoke quietly, no one listening in on their little interaction.
He didn’t even look at Astrid when he replied. “No.” Gods- why anyone would want to add more taste and more texture and more smell to an already overwhelming piece of food? The idea was insane to him.
“…Hiccup- are you sure you’re alright?” She pressed
“ Yes I’m fine.”
“…Okay- but- tell me if you’re not.”
“Yeah I will.”
He didn’t mean to come across as snappy- or- or rude. He really didn’t mean to. He was ruining the night because he couldn’t fucking eat. He couldn’t eat. He was so stupid- he couldn’t even eat!
No.
No he won’t- he won’t ruin a perfectly good evening between him and his best friends just because he was being a wimp about food.
He took a deep breath, which he immediately regretted from the smells flooding in through his nose- but he managed to get the pork chop into his mouth and off the fork.
Progress!
Ish.
The food sat in his tongue for a moment or two. He was getting used to the fact that there was now food in his mouth and- that’s how it was going to be for the next hour or so.
He slowly began to chew, trying his hardest not to visibly cringe or wince. He tried his best. He didn’t look at anyone, not up, not to the left or right- just forward and down. At the plate in front of him.
He kept reluctantly chewing, his gag reflex threatening to make itself known at any moment. But, he finally managed to get the food down himself. He swallowed the pork, the horrible, gross, chewed up mess travelling down his esophagus and into his stomach, where it would hopefully remain.
He silently sighed as he finished swallowing the small piece of food. He was glad that was over….
But it really wasn’t.
That piece of pork he’s ingested was probably about a 34th of the entire chop. He had to do that thirty three more times. Or- maybe he could get the number lower if he ate bigger pieces- but- what if he choked? He couldn’t swallow a large piece, he’d immediately be sick- but he didn’t want to repeat that thirty three more times! That was awful- he felt even sicker- his stomach was disagreeing with him even less than usual- his organs were fucking useles- they couldn’t do their jobs and just-
“ That nice?”
Astrid. Again.
Damn her and her caring bullshit.
“ Mhm .”
He hadn’t noticed, but the table had gone silent again. They were all looking at him. Not even with confusion, just worry. They were worried about him. He was ruining it.
“W-what?”
“You just don’t seem right, are you sure you’re okay Hiccup?” Heather questioned again. She was being so nice to him-
“Y-yeah no- honestly I’m fine. Please just- enjoy yourselves!” He attempted to reassure.
Everyone looked at him for a few more seconds, worry never leaving their Thor forsaken eyes.
“Not gonna lie bro, you look really fucking pale,” Snotlout commented.
…
Shit shit shit shit shit
No no no no no no no no
They were all getting worried- they- they fuck. No. No he was ruining it. He was ruining their fun because he was too stupid to eat. He- no. No no no. No he couldn’t-
“Yeah I’m just cold- honestly- please- I uh- l-look -,”
Hiccup once again cut a chunk off the pork chop, this time a marginally larger piece. He lifted it to his mouth, chewed and swallowed it with a straight face.
He gulped as he finished swallowing the food, hiding the excruciating queasiness that flooded his entire being.
“ S-see? Aaaallll good,”
He feigned a smile, feigned an appetite. Which actually seemed to work.
The concern slowly drained from people’s eyes. He still got glances, but they once again quickly got back into their chattering and scoffing down the delicious foods.
He continued on like that for a good hour.
An entire hour.
He painstakingly managed to eat what was on his plate within the hour, the only thing left being some particularly chewy parts of the steak that he couldn’t muster up the strength to grin and bear through. Everyone else was on their third or fourth fully stacked plate by now. But he didn’t care, he was just glad no one had asked him anything anymore.
He still noticed the occasional glance from Astrid, but that was to be expected. She had a habit of worrying about him.
People were finally coming to the end of their meals. The smells were no longer distinguishable, just a big amalgamation of delicious goodness and sickening savoury leftovers. Fishlegs and Heather began taking plates away, people profusely thanking Heather for the amazing meal they’d just had the pleasure of experiencing. Hiccup made sure to thank her too. But he saw the worry in her kind smile as she took his plate. He tried to ignore it, but that horrible feeling of guilt still plagued him.
The dishes were just dumped in the sink, probably to be done later. They didn’t have time for that right now, they had a fun evening ahead.
Fun.
A pack of playing cards were pulled out, the kind you could only find in the northern markets for a pretty penny. They were sort of collectibles, Thor only knows how Heather managed to get an entire pack.
Hiccup heard as she began explaining the rules of one of the many ways of playing, but he didn’t listen. The information went in one ear and came out the other. The only thing he could focus on was how deathly ill he felt.
He felt motion sick, which was something he was completely desensitised to at this point in his life. He spent half his time hurtling around through the sky on the back of the fastest dragon known to man- he didn’t feel sick easily. But he did now. Because he ate food. Like any normal living thing would. He feared that if he even uttered a word then his dinner would be making an extremely unwelcome reappearance.
Cards were dealt to him. He didn’t know what to do with them because his brain hadn’t processed any information that had been said. He saw that no one else looked at their cards, so that’s probably what he should do. Not look.
Slowly, everyone on the table took it in turns placing cards down. Some people got really annoyed, some looked smug. He couldn’t tell why, all he could tell was that he was not okay. He felt like he was going to be sick.
Whatever was attacking the insides of his stomach felt as if it were weighing him down. He knew he’d eaten too much at once, he could never handle a lot of food. He was so stupid for even thinking he could-
Soon it came time for him to do something with his cards. People looked at him expectantly, waiting for him to take his turn.
Astrid was so obviously aware of his status of not being quite right, so she took it upon herself to guide him through the game.
“Okay- so basically whatever is on the top pile you have to-,”
“ Sorry- just excuse me one moment-,”
He immediately stood up after his shaky request, not waiting for people to tell him he could go. He needed to go. Leave.
He rushed over to the clubhouse’s bathroom, hastily closing the door behind him and collapsing in front of a large bucket of the ground
He proceeded to expel the contents of his stomach into said bucket. He heaved over top of the wooden half barrel, tears stinging his eyes as he felt nothing but sheer, unending disappointment in himself.
He hated the acidic burn he always got on the back of his throat whenever he’d throw up. The bitter taste of sick and bile that would never leave him. It was awful.
He heard as the door swung open behind him, several people calling out his name.
He felt as a large, gentle hand rested on his back, no doubt Astrid.
“Alright, alright- I’ve got you,”
Definitely Astrid.
He continued throwing up the small amount of food he’d been able to get down himself, not protesting against the firm hand Astrid also had on his chest, pretty much holding him up right.
He felt awful. Unbelievably awful. Physically, mentally and emotionally. He sobbed as he continued retching into the bucket, tears finding their way down his face.
Someone pulled his hair out of his face, holding it behind his head as he vomited. He guessed Snotlout by the sound of his voice being so near him. He was also muttering reassuring words to him.
He slowly stopped puking, gasping for air between sobs, spitting out the last bits of disgusting bile that rose from his incapable stomach.
He fell from his kneeling position into the floor, gladly taking the rag that was handed to him to wipe his face.
He couldn’t stop crying. He hated throwing up. He did it far too often to be healthy. And he’d ruined the night. They were all having such a good time- he’d ruined it!
Astrid had both of her arms secured around his front, holding him upright whilst sitting on the floor. He'd have probably just melted into the fetal position if he wasn’t resting against her.
Snotlout had let go of his hair, the auburn locks once again falling across his forehead. Sweaty and disgusting.
“Can someone go get water?”
He heard Astrid call out. Someone quickly hurried out of the bathroom, he couldn’t tell who, they were crowding around him-
“ I- I’m sorry-,” He managed between sobs. His stomach still threatened to hurl.
“ No no no it’s okay, just focus on yourself for now,” She gently placed a kiss to the back of his head, tightening her grip around his front ever so slightly.
Focus on himself. Bullshit.
He was breathing heavily, still gasping for desperate air. His entire body felt weak, there was no way he was recovering that night. Not in the state that he was in.
Back leant against Astrid, legs messily splayed out in front of himself, arms limp at his sides, his head lolled back a tad and resting on her shoulder. The much too familiar burn of acidic residue clung to the insides of his mouth. The bitter taste of gross bile and sick lingered on his tongue, threatening to go for round two if he thought about it too much. His breaths were deep, still sob like in nature, tears rolled down his face, his horribly pale face…
Someone rushed back into the bathroom, people quickly moved out of the way to let them get to him and Astrid.
It was Heather, holding a tankard of water presumably. She quickly but carefully knelt down beside where the two of them were sitting on the floor, Astrid removing one arm from Hiccup to take the tankard of water from Heather.
“Thank you,” Astrid quickly responded to Heather
“It’s no problem- how do you feel Hic-,”
“ I’m so sorry oh my Thor I am so so so sorry! Your cooking was amazing and- and I really enjoyed it- and it wasn’t that it was just- I- I just- the-,”
“Hiccup Hiccup Hiccup-,” She held her hands out in front of him, stopping his blurting out of unneeded apologies, “It’s okay, really. It happens. I just want you to be okay, okay?”
He continued his heavy breathing without a response for a moment or two , before quickly falling back into oh my gods I am so awful everyone hates me I don’t deserve anyone’s kindness mode.
“I- okay but- you worked so hard and- and you were all having so much fun- and- I’m sorry I ruined it!”
All kinds of different ways of saying “no,” were tossed around the bathroom, all gentle and caring in nature. It made him cry even more, because they were all being so unfathomably nice to him even though he’d spoiled the only good evening they’d had in a good long while. Feeling awful was an understatement.
Astrid held him as tightly as she could with the arm she still had around him, her grip firm as sobs constantly wracked his exhausted body. She could feel how much he was trembling from the whole situation, not just the throwing up part.
“I think you should try have some water, yeah?” Astrid gently suggested, holding the tankard of water in front of him.
Hiccup quickly nodded, wanting anything to get the vile taste out of his mouth. He reached his shaking hands out, gripping onto the tankard. He felt as Astrid let go of the water, because he immediately knew he did not currently possess the strength to hold it up. He dropped it, spilling the water all over himself, some on Astrid. It was all such a fucking mess.
“ Oh shit- okay- sorry Hiccup I didn’t realise-,” She sounded almost guilty. Astrid sounded guilty. She was the one apologising
He just sobbed even harder, now nauseous and soaking.
He hated the pitiful looks in people’s eyes, he hated how they had to run around after him. He hated how they had to clean up his stupid fucking mess. He hated how his clothes were soaked, drenched by his own inability to self preserve.
He sat helplessly on the floor, he couldn’t do anything for himself now. His whole body felt limp, either from exhaustion, dehydration or just general embarrassment. The twins had started mopping up the slate floor, the two of them being mindful of where his legs were messily placed. That was nice of them, cleaning up after him . Him and his stupid, useless self. That’s what he felt. Useless. He hated that word but it perfectly encapsulated the entire sinking and drowning feeling that completely took him over the moment he had to rush to the bathroom. He felt useless.
“Is there anything we can get?” Inquired Fishlegs. Hiccup wanted to say no, tell them all to go enjoy their night, but he felt so sick- he didn’t want to speak a word.
“I don’t know- uh- Hiccup is there anything you want right now?” She very gently asked him, both arms once again holding him against her.
He shook his head, which was immediately a bad idea. Another intense wave of nausea washed over him, once again threatening his composure.
“Okay, we should probably try and get you to bed okay? You need all the rest you can-,”
“Bucket.” He quickly blurted out
It only took Astrid a second or two to clock what he meant.
She immediately moved from behind him, one hand on his back, the other on his chest, very quickly pulling him to the bucket like his previous position.
He threw up into the bucket again, not even really noticing Snotlout holding his hair back again.
The sobs he was producing between horrid gags were heart wrenching to those around him. He was so viscerally upset, it was hard for people not to cry themselves.
Everything was moving in slow motion to Hiccup. He felt as if he’d been throwing up for hours, when in reality they’d only been in the bathroom for about ten minutes. But he also felt as if his movements were slowed. Every time he’d so much as move his hand or- or reposition his leg- it took so much effort. It was like dragging his limbs through a stubborn sticky tar that just wouldn’t let him go.
He finished his second spell of vomiting, panting and gasping for air mixed in with his body wracking sobs. He involuntarily whined, he didn’t care how pathetic he looked anymore. He just wanted it to be over.
Once again, he fell back from his kneeling position and into Astrid’s arms. This time, his side rested against her front. The side of his head fell onto her shoulder, his back supported by one firm hand holding him upright.
He felt as she gingerly took one of his hands into her free one, attempting to soothe him. It worked to some extent, but he was just too upset for anything to be effective.
Apparently whilst he’d been throwing up again, Heather had gone and gotten more water, because she was now once again handing it to Astrid.
He felt as her hand left his, watching as she took the water from Heather.
“You want some?” She gently asked, already knowing the answer.
Hiccup liked that he still had a say in what was going on, he wasn’t being forced into anything- but he weakly nodded. His hands instinctively reached for the tankard, but she had already lifted it to his mouth for him.
The water soon washed away the bitter taste of sick, or- as much as it could anyway. There was still that lingering acidic feeling at the back of his throat that took its sweet time in going the fuck away . But, at least the majority of it wasn’t stubborn. The water was cold, welcomingly refreshing. He was extremely dehydrated, which was a thought that had barely even crossed his mind up until that point.
Astrid gently lowered the tankard to the ground, swiftly taking a wet rag that had been handed to her by Ruffnut. She wiped his whole face, making sure that he was clean.
He didn't move much after she finished wiping his face. His body was practically limp against hers, his breathing still quick, but not to the point of panting. His eyelids were half closed, ready to send his exhausted, dehydrated, quite frankly starving body into a much needed rest.
He didn’t protest as he felt Astrid’s hand shift on his back, nor did he protest when he felt his leg get hooked over one of her arms. He didn’t say a word as he was carefully lifted into Astrid’s arms and carried out of the bathroom. He didn’t move, stir or complain as he was handled with such care, carried through the clubhouse and to his hut.
He felt as she used her foot to pry the door open, using that same foot to kick it shut as soon as they were inside. He felt as she readjusted her hold on him, making sure he was secure in her arms. He felt as she began walking again, slowing down as she carefully ascended the stairs. He felt as she reached the top, slightly picking up the pace again as they made it to his bed.
He was gingerly placed down on the bed, and Astrid immediately got to work making sure he was comfortable. She walked over to his clothing cupboard, pulling out a fresh tunic and pair of trousers. Making her way back over to him, she began talking.
“Alright, you’ve got two options here okay? So either I can help you change, or if you think you can manage you can do it on your own if you’d prefer that. Completely up to you.”
His brain wasn’t exactly working at full speed, so he thought for a moment or two. His limbs still felt heavy, weighed down. His entire body felt stiff and weak. Not a chance in hel.
Reluctantly and extremely slowly he stuttered out “Help, please,”
Astrid smiled sympathetically, placing the clothes down on the bed. She carefully grabbed him by the shoulders, pulling him so he was sitting upright on the edge of the bed. She could tell that he was struggling to stay up right.
She stood to his side, not caring when his head rested against her stomach. She gently began lifting his soaked tunic over his head. “Arms up sleepy head,”
He slowly lifted his arms above his head, allowing Astrid to slip the tunic off of him.
The freezing bite of the cold air very quickly snapped at him, waking his brain from its half state of rest. His teeth chattered, his arms instinctively wrapping around his freezing torso.
“Sorry, it is cold isn’t it?” She chuckled slightly as she spoke, the fresh tunic now in her hands
He weakly nodded, attempting a smile at her.
She saw his feigned smile, knowing full well there was no way he’d be smiling in a situation like this. She quietly sighed, soon pulling the new tunic over his head and slipping his arms through the sleeves.
The green, oversized fabric was very much welcome to Hiccup. No longer drenched in a soaking wet, tight shirt.
The same process was repeated with his trousers, soaked ones off, new, oversized ones on. She helped him tie the drawstrings and do up the sewings on the front of the tunic.
He was soon laying back down in bed, Astrid rummaging around his hut in an attempt to find whatever furs and blankets she could.
She returned to him with a blanket and a few furs, draping the comfy fabric over his exhausted body and placing the furs on top of and around him for extra warmth.
After all was done, she sat down on his bed, looking back at him.
He looked at her too, the most loving, precious look on his face. Tired, but eternally grateful.
“Sorry for ruining your night…”
“Hic- how many times do you need to be told that you didn’t ruin it?”
“Doesn’t matter, because I did.”
“Babe- listen-,”
“No! Because it’s always me and my stupid problems that make everyone else’s day shitty. It’s always my fault.”
Astrid looked at him, worry drenching her. She really hated how he talked about himself sometimes.
“Okay, first- your problems aren’t stupid. Do not- do not call your problems stupid. They aren’t. At all. Second- Hiccup, shit happens. It’s not like you purposefully threw up. Sometimes you just feel sick and there’s nothing anyone can do about that.”
He didn’t reply for a while. Her words actually sort of comforted him a slight tiny amount.
…
“…I love you,”
“I love you too Hiccup.”
They stayed there in silence for a few moments longer. Astrid eventually laid down next to Hiccup, holding him close to her, a hand gingerly holding his side and another on the back of his head. He melted into her touch, finally relaxing after what felt like hours. The two stayed like that for the whole night. Loving and close.
Although Hiccup still felt sick, and he dreaded having to get up and see everyone in the morning- at least right now- he could finally rest a bit. Recover if he was lucky.
He felt awful for Heather- and everyone else for that matter, he was still convinced that he’d ruined the whole night. They were all so kind to him- he didn’t deserve it.
But he’d deal with that tomorrow.
For now, he’d forget.