That Look (Hiccup x Reader)

35: Big Man on Berk

"All right, gang, we'll buzz past the Scauldron and draw its attention so Astrid, Ruff, and Tuff can net it from behind and drag it out to sea, got it?" Hiccup ordered.

"I still think we should blast it!" Snotlout huffed.

"Stoick just wants us to move the Scauldron out of Berk's fishing lanes, so don't get any crazy ideas," Astrid said to the twins.

"Uh, sorry. Crazy is what we do, Astrid. Duh!" Ruff laughed.

"You guys do realize that a Scauldron's hot water blast can rip the scales right off a Screaming Death?" Fishlegs shuddered.

"Excuse me! Have a little humanity!" I gasped as Spike cried and buried his now Night Fury head in my arms.

There was roaring from the distance.

"There it is. Let's focus, guys." Hiccup said.

"As usual, nobody's listening to Fishlegs." Fishlegs complained and I glared at him, then got on Spike.

"One... Two... Three!" Hiccup signalled and we flew at the dragon.

Thing's we're going smoothly until-

"Ah-choo! Aah!"

Fishlegs sneezed and the Scauldron fired at Snotlout, he dodged but fell of Hookfang and into the water in the process.

"Aaah! Help me!" Snotlout shrieked.

Spike dove towards the water and grabbed Snotlout in his claws.

"Abort, abort! Ah! Fishlegs!" Hiccup yelled.

Somehow we got everybody back on Berk in one piece

"Uhh! I knew I'd hate this mission." Snotlout whined. "You and your Snot-rockets almost got me killed!"

"Calm down, Snotlout, you lived. Yay us." Astrid said.

"Also, he has 'Snot' in his name, should he really be making 'Snot' related humour?" I asked Spike.

"No thanks to Itch-legs over here." Snotlout yelled.

"It's so weird. I mean, I never... oh... ever... Ah-choo!" Fishlegs sneezed and started scratching his arms violently. "...get sick. Ohh."

"Oh, gods," Hiccup muttered

"Dig deeper, see if you can draw blood." Tuff urged.

"Uh, please don't do that," I said.

"Well, something's clearly not right with you." Hiccup continued.

"I don't see what the big deal is, okay? Everybody sneezes and scratches sometimes." Fishlegs grunted.

"Not like a honey-covered yak on an anthill," Tuff said like that was supposed to mean something to us. "What? You've never seen a honey-covered yak on an anthill? Well, those things scratch. It's terrifying. The horrors haunt my dreams."

"I really don't feel sick, okay? I promise I'm fine." Fishlegs said and suppressed another cough.

"Ugh. Well, maybe you're just allergic to something." Hiccup suggested.

"Uh, that's impossible. Allergies don't run in the Ingerman family. I'm clean, serene and..." Fishlegs was cut off by Ruffnut.

"And an itchin' machine!" Which was a very accurate phrase at the moment.

"Might I interject?" Tuff asked, very sophisticatedly for who he was. "We, at the Thorston house, have a very simple allergen detection system. It has never failed."

"Why don't I-" now it was my turn to get cut off.

"That's a system?" Ruff asked.

"It is now. Thousand-year-old egg. Slam this down your gullet." Tuff said and handed Fishlegs something that could have once been an egg.