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“Three days ago!?”
“Yes, three days ago…”
Hiccup sat on the couch in front of his father, who was using his own version of ‘gently’ to clean a wound that he had sustained, the fireplace providing minimal light to the scene of what was being made out to be a gods damn gaping hole in his shoulder. It was just a cut!
“You have been walking around with an open wound for three days?”
“It’s not open!”
“It is! Just because you messily wrapped some sub-par bandages around it does not mean you properly sealed it!”
“You’re acting like I’m going to bleed to death from it-,”
“I am not. I am acting how any parent would if they realised their fourteen year old child had an- and I repeat- open wound for three days- and didn’t tell them! Hiccup it could be well infected by now-,”
“Well it’s not! It’s fine-,”
“It’s not fine! How many times do I have to repeat this? You had an open wound for three days. And you didn’t tell me. Why on Odin’s green Earth would you not tell me?”
“It’s not that serious. It was just one nadder spine! It was nothing- and Toothless got me out before it got worse-,”
“I don’t care that it was ‘just one nadder spine,’ the point is that you got injured, you hid it from me, attempted to fix it yourself, failed to fix it yourself, and the only reason you ended up even telling me is because I noticed blood on your tunic! Hiccup you can’t fix everything on your own!”
He exhaled with force as his dad continued to clean up the blood on his shoulder. For some reason he couldn’t seem to find the right words to reply with for a while. It was infuriating. He was infuriated.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
Stoick sat back, kneeling in front of his son, his usually so brilliantly minded son.
All Hiccup could do was shrug, mixed in with a not-so healthy dose of avoiding eye contact. Oh and an unreadable expression for good measure.
He heard his father sigh, a sigh that he was all too familiar with.
“Don’t be like that lad. Please just- answer me.”
After a good few seconds more of staring off into literally anything other than his dad’s direct line of sight, Hiccup finally answered.
“Didn’t want to bother you,” came a quiet mutter, only able to be heard to an ear trained in deciphering ‘moody teenager’
“You-,” Stoick paused. “You didn’t want to bother me?”
All Hiccup could do was nod as he felt a sudden wave of embarrassment hit him. It made him feel actually upset. And he hated it.
“You- you think you’d be bothering me by telling me you were injured…?”
Gods Hiccup hated how sad his Dad sounded- not even sad- more- more shocked and- and upset?
“I- I just- when I came home that night you were- uh- doing paperwork- I didn’t- I didn’t wanna… yeah- uh- bother… you…”
“Do you honestly think I value paperwork over you and your health?”
“I-,”
“No- no do you actually think that I wouldn’t drop anything and everything in an instant to help you?”
“…I don’t… know?”
“I would. I would you idiot.”
Soon, Hiccup found himself held tight within his dad’s arms, thankfully neither of the hulking limbs anywhere near his shoulder.
“Why do you think you’d be bothering me?”
“I dunno- just… you were getting on with stuff- didn’t- didn’t want to annoy you,”
“Gods no- Hiccup you would never annoy me by needing help. I’m your dad, that’s my entire job. I want to help you son.”
“I- I get that- but-,”
“No. No buts. Hiccup listen, you do some really stupid things that get you into really stupid situations. Like this one. Gods knows what you were doing trying to get close to wild nadder- but I’m here to help you when things go wrong- granted I might have to lecture you sometimes because I would rather you don’t approach an obviously aggressive wild nadder again but- I digress.”
“I can see why you wouldn’t want me to do that,”
Stoick sighs, giving Hiccup’s hair a ruffle “You’re an idiot boy. But you’re my idiot.”
Hiccup can’t help but chuckle slightly, his mood having been lifted “Your idiot?”
“Yes, my idiot. Now promise me next time you need help, you’ll tell me?”
He sighed, the ache in his shoulder seeming less after the whole exchange
“I promise.”