Any ideas for a Hiccstrid oneshot?
Taking a break from this story for a while as I have run out of ideas. Requests are still welcome. Two other versions of this story will be uploaded soon. :)
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StarGazer bulleted through the rain, tumbling as she reached the ground. Oakley had been thrown from the Stormcutters back, but that didn't slow her down for a second.
She quickly looked around before she finally caught sight of the young blonde, lying on her back motionless in the mud that had begun to form in the rain.
'Astrid!' She shouted, rushing to her side. She dropped to her knees.
She gasped at the sight of Astrid's mangled arm. She had clearly landed on her arm and rolled onto her back.
Oakley knew she had to get Astrid back to Berk, but she couldn't be sure of the extent of her injuries, meaning moving her could potentially worsen an already terrible situation.
She had some visible scrapes and bruises. A large gash across her left eye, blood soaking through her leggings just below her left knee, her right arm practically hanging off. It was difficult to see much through the mud she was covered in.
It didn't take long before she noticed Astrid wasn't breathing. She didn't hesitate and immediately started pressing against her chest, blowing into her mouth every few seconds.
'Come on, Astrid. Don't you dare die on me!' She cried.
'StarGazer, cover!' Oakley requested.
StarGazer immediately spread her wings to protect them from the rain as Stormfly found her way to the scene. She gave a concerned screech as she began to nuzzle at her rider.
'I know, Stormfly...' Oakley said calmy. 'But you need to back up.'
The Nadder looked at Oakley and then back down to her rider before taking a few steps back.
'Come on, Astrid... Please.' Oakley said losing her breath, still pressing against Astrid's chest, her fingers slowly turning blue from the cold.
Astrid suddenly took a sharp intake of breath but remained unconscious. Oakley, let out a sigh of relief. But, she wasn't out of the woods yet.
Oakley still couldn't move her without knowing just how badly she was hurt. She slowly lifted her muddy shirt, not too high, just high enough to see the large bruise spreading across her abdomen.
Stormfly slowly reapproached and began to sniff around her rider's head before letting out a worried squawk.
Oakley gently placed her hand on the back of Astrid's head, before removing it to find her hand now covered in blood. Astrid's blood.
'Okay...' Oakley shivered. 'That's not good.'
She carefully moved Astrid's injured arm over her waist.
'StarGazer!' Oakley signaled. Her dragon took this as a hint and immediately bowed her head.
Oakley stood up, scooping Astrid in her arms. She positioned her on the Stormcutters back before mounting behind her and holding her in place.
'Come on, Stormfly.'
StarGazer quickly bolted towards Berk. Oakley tightened her grip on the blonde Viking to prevent her from slipping. Before long, Berk was finally within sight.
'STORMFLY... DISTRESS CALL!' Oakley shouted through the storm. The Nadder quickly obeyed and quickly shot into the air twice, to warn the riders back on Berk that they needed medical help.
Astrid shivered as the cold wind started to bite. Oakley leaned over her and held her close in an attempt to keep the wind and rain from hitting her.
'Gently girl.' Oakley told her dragon as they landed in the center of Berk, where the riders had already gathered with Stoick, Lotus, and Gothi.
Oakley wasted no time before sliding off her dragon with an unconscious Astrid in her arms.
'What happened?!' Hiccup cried. As they rushed to Astrid's hut.
'We went for a flight and got caught in the storm.' Oakley explained as Hiccup opened the door to the hut allowing Oakley to enter. 'She fell. I couldn't get to her in time.' She said as she raced to Astrids bedroom to place her gently on the bed.
Gothi joined the girls while the other riders waited anxiously in the large room outside the bedroom door. Oakley refused to take her eyes off the blonde Viking lying motionless. She took hold of Astrids left hand, which looked uninjured, and gripped tightly tracing circles with her thumb, not caring that she was covered in mud and the blood from Astrid's head that had been leaning against her chest on the ride back.
Oakley stared as Gothi quickly got to work tending to Astrid.
Gothi explained that she needed Oakley to leave to assess her injuries. Oakley hesitated. She planted a kiss on Astrid's forehead, the only spot that wasn't covered in mud, before heading out the door.
The riders all looked up as Oakley entered.
'Is she okay?' Heather asked.
Oakley finally looked up from the spot on the floor she was focusing on and towards her brother.
'She's not telling me anything.' She said before returning her gaze to the ground.
'Oak? You're bleeding!' Hiccup said, Finally noticing the blood seeping through her shirt. The same blood that covered her hands.
'I'm fine Hiccup, it's not mine.' She explained, folding her arms, grasping her shirt at the sides. She wasn't fine. She was far from fine. Not only was the love of her life currently on her death bed but Oakley finally slowed down long enough to feel the bruise growing on her hip, from being thrown from her dragon.
'We should get you cleaned up.' Heather suggested.
'I wanna stay here.'
'You should at least clean up your hands. You can use the basin in my room.' Lotus gestured to her bedroom door, opposite Astrids.
Oakley nodded and Heather took her by the shoulder, leading her into the room.
Oakley closed the door behind her and quickly sank to the floor. She didn't cry, her expression just remained the same, empty.
Heather grabbed the basin of water and the cloth beside it before heading to where Oakley was sitting.
She noticed as Oakley winced in pain. She tried to hide it but Heather wasn't fooled. 'Oak? Are you okay?' She asked.
'I'm fine.' She replied bluntly.
'No, you're not.' Heather took Oakley's hands and placed them into the water, watching as the water changed color. 'Oak?'
'Heather I'm fine.' Oakley said. Heather finished cleaning Oakley's hands, before grabbing the damp cloth and beginning to wipe the mud from her face. Oakley winced again as her left hand clutched her shirt by the bruise on her right hip.
'Okay... Oak you're hurt. You need to tell someone.' Heather told her.
Oakley didn't respond.
Heather sighed. 'Will you at least let me check it out?'
Oakley paused for a moment before nodding her head.
Heather quickly finished cleaning up her face. Oakley stretched out, allowing Heather to lift the right side of her shirt, revealing a large black bruise. She gently pulled the top of her skirt, folding it down to reveal that the bruise was a lot bigger than it first appeared.
'Oak this is serious.' Heather reported. 'You need to tell someone.'
'I will.' Oakley reassured her, pulling her shirt back down. 'Just not now. Right now, I just want to get back to Astrid.'
Heather stood up and offered Oakley a hand up which she took, putting as little weight as possible on her right side.
They headed back out the door and were immediately met by Gothi, who grabbed Oakley's hand and dragged her into Astrids bedroom.
Oakley immediately rushed to Astrid, who was starting to stir. Covered with bandages, one on her leg, one on her left wrist, one around her head, and a splint holding her right arm in place.
Gothi explained her injuries. A broken right arm, a sprained left wrist, a sprained left ankle, two broken ribs on the left side, and a severe head injury. She would be in a lot of pain for a few weeks, no flying until her arm has healed and no intense exercise until she had healed completely.
Oakley thanked Gothi before she left.
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The most horrifying, piercing, heartbreaking scream filled the room and echoed through the hut as Astrid finally woke up enough to feel the most gut-wrenching pain radiate through her body.
'Astrid, Astrid, it's okay!' Oakley sat on the bed beside her.
'Oakley?'
Oakley gave a sigh of relief that she still remembered her.
'Shhhh...I'm right here.' She gently started to rub circles on her back, since it was just about the only thing left uninjured.
'What happened?' Astrid asked as she began to calm down.
'You fell off Stormfly. I couldn't reach you in time.'
'You better not be blaming yourself.' She gave Oakley a side look. Of course, she was.
'Don't start.' Oakley joked.
Astrid gave a small smile. But it faded fast as her stomach began to twist and turn. She sat forward ever so slightly. Bad idea. Her stomach churned at the sudden movement, the searing pain not helping any. She pressed her lips firmly together.
'Oakl-... Oakley.' She rasped out.
Oakley quickly grabbed the bucket Gothi had placed beside the bed and held it in front of Astrid. It was perfect timing, the second the bucket was placed in front of her she immediately began to empty her guts into it.
Oakley held the bucket in place with one hand while the other was attempting to rub her back while holding her hair back, as most of her braid had come undone.
After about an hour of constant retching. Astrid finally drifted off. Oakley watched her sleep for a while, before slipping out to clean up and to fill the others in. Stoick sent Snotlout and the Twins home as they were beginning to get on his nerves. While everyone who remained sat impatiently.
Everybody's eyes shot up as Oakley entered the room.
'Shhhhh.' She warned.
'How is she?' Hiccup whispered.
'Concussed.' Oakley began to explain, gesturing at Lotus to go in to see her daughter. 'A few broken ribs, both arms out of commission, a lower leg injury, severe head injury, some nasty gashes, and ALOT of bruising.' She said, folding her arms, avoiding eye contact.
'Oh, gods...' Hiccup sighed. 'Are you okay?'
She had finally cracked, and she couldn't hold it in any longer. Oakley shook her head before collapsing in his arms, exhausted.
Suddenly her entire body began to glow as a halo of water appeared above her. Although, she was too tired to notice.
'Looks like she's back.' Heather stated.
'She must feel awful.' Fishlegs said to Heather.
'I...I think awful is still coming.' She began to sob. 'Right now... It's worse.' She closed her eyes as she and Hiccup slowly fell to the ground. 'Right now, I'm just trying to keep from dying.' She began crying hysterically.
Hiccup just held her close. He knew that she was never going to want another birthday again.
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