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Feb 14, 2016

Blind Spots 5: Dark Days, Bright Nights

A/N: Hey everyone! Since it’s Valentine’s Day, I figured I’d write something exploring Hiccup and Astrid’s relationship a bit more. It’s not as fluffy and romantic as you might expect from a Valentine’s writing, but I like to think it is about what it means to love one another.

Dark Days, Bright Nights

Hiccup didn't run anymore.

Astrid forgot that sometimes. He was so energetic and happy it would slip her mind that he had to tap his cane for every step, had to balance his metal leg on the ground that was often so slippery in Berk. So sometimes she runs ahead, only to look around to see him desperately try to keep up, even his fastest speed barely more than her normal walking pace.

She didn't mind it. Hiccup can't keep up with her speed, so she slows down. She'll walk back and grab his hand, and they'll take it slow. They've got time.

He still has loads of energy, though. Astrid sometimes feels like the slower he's forced to walk, the faster his mind works. That's one thing she can never keep up with. He's so damn bright that often she barely understands what he's saying.

Thankfully he's always willing to slow down his mental pace, grab her hand and explain things in a clearer way. Still, she can see that, even while he's explaining one thing, part of his brain is already thinking about another problem.

His mind creates some incredible things too. Every day he has new ideas to help the Berkians. Machines to make work easier, new designs for ships and fishing nets, one time he even figured out a way to calculate the length of a slanted roof from the height and width of the house. While physically he's barely able to participate in many of the exercises of the Dragon Academy he leads, mentally he's the most productive Viking on the island. It seemed like losing the ability to see the world as it is gave him the clarity to envision the world as it could be.

Every Thorsday the village council would meet up in the Great Hall to discuss all current issues and problems. Food stocks were counted, judicial disputes and arguments were resolved, and trade agreements were evaluated. It often took all day, and traditionally the middle of the meeting, around lunchtime, was marked by the 'open floor'. During 'open floor' all Vikings, not just the ten council members, could offer suggestions, make pleas or speeches, or bring up a topic for discussion.

These days, 'open floor' had an unofficial starting part: Hiccup presenting his latest invention. While most villagers rarely participated, usually only raising an issue once every few months, Hiccup and she would appear every time to show what they build this week to help Berk.

It wasn't always appreciated. Some people grumbled about it, complaining that Stoick gave his son too much speaking time. Hiccup never seemed to care, remaining cheerful and optimistic even in the face of bad jokes about his blindness or thinly veiled contempt from the more conservative members of the council.

Like today. They were walking into the Great Hall, Astrid carrying the two model cranes they had made together the day before. 'Open floor' was about to begin, and the crowd parted to let them through, not in the mood to argue with them going first.

Astrid carefully placed the cranes on the central table, putting a few weights next to them, while Hiccup prepared to speak.

“Hello everyone! I noticed that the harbor crane is getting a bit old, so I designed a new one that can bear much more weight and is easier to use. This one…” Hiccup moved his hands to the models on the table, examining them.

“No wait, this one. Sorry!” he said as he moved his hands to the other model, a blush appearing on his face.

“This one is a model of our current crane. It can carry reasonable loads, enough to unload fishing boats, but when we try to lift too much...” Hiccup said as Astrid hooked one of the weights to the hook dangling from the crane's arm. When it was connected, she patted his shoulder, the signal that they had practiced, and Hiccup used his nimble fingers to turn the small wheel at the base of the crane to lift the rope. Astrid looked at the council members observing the crane straining to lift the load. Some of them looked bored, while others, notably the fishermen and traders, looked interested.

For a moment it seemed like the rope would hold, but when the weight was lifted about halfway up there was a loud crack, followed by the arm of the crane breaking off and crashing to the tabletop.

“Now imagine if there had been people under there…” Hiccup said ominously as Astrid connected an even heavier load to the other tiny crane. This one was much more complicated, using pulleys, levers and gears to make the load much easier to lift. Astrid had laughed when Hiccup told her tying the rope around a wheel would make something seem lighter. It sounded ridiculous, it still weighed the same, didn't it? But then he'd built a pulley, and she had marveled at the ability to lift a whole box of rocks without breaking a sweat.

“Now my new crane...” Hiccup said as he gestured at the other model, nearly knocking it over in the process. “It's the same size, but it can lift much larger weights at a fraction of the power required.”

Hiccup moved his fingers to the wheel at the bottom and turned it quickly, making the large iron bar quickly rise into the air. Two council members gasped, while one whispered “Sorcery.”

Astrid just smiled, proud of Hiccup for doing the presentation so well. Even though he couldn't see the little models, he handled them better than she could. His eyes might be gone, but he could visualize things just as well with his hands, and his fingers were much more nimble than her scarred hands. It felt embarrassing sometimes, when she couldn't even tie a knot because of the scars, but then she'd hand the rope to Hiccup he'd do it blindly in two seconds flat.

In moments like these Hiccup reminded her of the dwarves in her mother's tales, who forged the magical armor and weapons of the gods. In moments like these he looked a lot like his father, confident in his ideas and inventions.

Unfortunately, not everyone had so much faith.

“Why would we need this new crane? We've never had problems with the old one,” Spitelout asked, frowning at the model. Before Hiccup could respond, someone else spoke up.

“How much wood would we need to build this thing? That's a lot of wood that we can't use for other things, like ships or houses,” Yakbrain the Shipwright stated, gesturing at the many gears and intricate parts in Hiccup's crane.

“Won't it require more maintenance? Those are a lot of parts that could jam or rot,” Phlegma the Carpenter asked, and more council members started looking doubtful.

“No, because the weight is distributed, they actually won't decay as quickly. And we can modify the old crane without needing that much new wood,” Hiccup said, and Astrid saw small cracks appearing in his confident facade. She doubted the others noticed, but she could see the signs. The way his hands started shaking slightly, and the fact that his head bowed downwards slightly.

“Still, those are a lot of gears and wheels that have to be added, and I don't think you can make them magically appear, can you boy?” Yakbrain said, and Astrid wished she could grab his hand in front of the council, since that would calm Hiccup down.

“Yes, but it's an investment! With this we could lift much larger cargo! Maybe in the future we'll import different kinds of metal or weapons, then we might need a crane like this to lift it!” Hiccup argued, but Astrid saw that they were losing this one. Most of the council looked unconvinced, gazing doubtfully at the new crane.

“Maybe? In the future? Might? Those are a lot of suppositions with nothing to back it up. I think you're unable to look at the realities of the world we live in, boy. It might look great in your head, but this thing is useless. I have to vote no,” Yakbrain said, and six other members followed his example. Only Gobber and Njorda the Fisherwoman voted in favor. Seven to two, the crane wouldn't be built.

“Sorry son. I like this thing, and I think it's clever, but I don't think we need it yet. Maybe when we need to repair or replace the old crane we can look at it again, okay?” Stoick said to conclude the vote, and Hiccup merely nodded, seemingly not caring. Astrid could see right through it, though, and she knew what would come in a few minutes.

So she grabbed the two cranes, holding the splintered remains of the first one under her arm, and took Hiccup's hand to lead him out of the Hall. Along the way she squeezed his hand, trying to let him know without words that everything would be okay.

She hoped it would be enough, but she doubted it.

“They didn't hate it. They just want to wait a little before building it!” she told Hiccup as they descended the stairs, but it didn't seem to cheer him up. He was still keeping up the facade, but she knew what was happening underneath.

Hiccup was blessed with a brilliant and quick mind, but at times like this it was a curse. That brain never stopped thinking and analyzing whatever it encountered, which currently was Yakbrain's remarks at the assembly. Hiccup was thinking about every word he said, analyzing, over-analyzing, and obsessing over it. She knew that she couldn't stop it anymore, all she could do was help him when the process would reach its inevitable conclusion in a few minutes. All she could do was get him to a place where they'd be alone.

They remained silent as they walked to Hiccup's house, and Astrid was glad that Stoick wouldn't come home until evening. Plenty of time to calm Hiccup down.

Hiccup started muttering as they entered the house and started climbing the stairs. Astrid couldn't hear everything, but she caught words like 'useless', 'stuck in my own head', 'can't look at real world', and she recognized terms Yakbrain had used. The shipwright probably didn't know what his words did to Hiccup, but right now Astrid wanted to punch him for it. But she couldn't, Hiccup needed her right now.

It was so easy to forget it sometimes. He often seemed so confident and forward in public, joking about his scars and disabilities and refusing help or pity, that it was hard to remember that underneath was an insecure blind boy who had been through more shit in his sixteen years than most people went through in their entire lives. She was rudely reminded of that, as Hiccup pulled her against him in a tight hug as soon as she had put down the little cranes.

At times like this, everything was just a little too much for him. The phantom pain from his leg, the stumbling, the embarrassment when he fell in public, bad jokes from other Vikings, pranks that only the twins thought funny. Hiccup always seemed to take it in stride, laughing it off and doing his best to look unaffected. But Astrid knew it didn't bounce off him. He absorbed the pain and embarrassment, keeping it deep inside until it was too much and he'd break down.

These episodes were irregular and unpredictable, often with no clear cause. Sometimes he didn't have them for weeks, sometimes he had multiple in one day. He was terribly embarrassed to even have them, and refused to show it to anyone. Only she and Toothless were allowed to see them. And that was because he needed them to recover.

Astrid didn't think she ever consciously made the decision to be with Hiccup. At some point it just became a given, and she wouldn't have it any other way. She knew it would be difficult, though. She knew that he'd need help, that she had to give up on some dreams and learn to deal with things she'd never prepared for.

But the bottom line was simple. Hiccup couldn't see. She wanted to be with Hiccup. Those were facts that she would do her best to deal with.

So she learned. She learned not to nod or shake her head to answer his questions, but to verbalize her answers. She learned how to guide him as efficiently as possible, she learned not to get in his way. She learned how to cook and make food he could eat without making a mess. She learned to get used to the fact that his head never really faced her. She learned how to read his emotions when the blindfold covered most of his face.

And over the past few months, she learned how to deal with Hiccup's breakdowns. 'Dark days', she called them. They never talked about it, the fact that she'd let him hold her for hours was a given that required no discussion. Astrid hated the fact that they were frequent enough that she had learned what worked and what didn't, what words would help him get through them, and which attempts at encouragement only increased his distress.

So she used her expertise to help him as best she could. She held him as tightly as possible, letting him know that she wasn't going anywhere. After Toothless had put their wings around them both, she started whispering words into his ear.

“It's okay, it'll pass. I'm right here, and so is Toothless. Let it out, let it all out. You're doing great, and this doesn't make you weak. One day we'll build that crane. Next week we'll show those stupid Vikings something else brilliant. What does Yakbrain know anyway?” on and on she'd whisper. Astrid wasn't sure if he listened to everything, but even the sound of her voice seemed to calm him a little.

He'd cry. His eyes were too damaged to produce tears, but she felt him sobbing and shaking. Sometimes she'd cry too, overwhelmed by Hiccup's sadness.

Sometimes it only takes a few minutes for him to calm down.

Sometimes it takes a few hours.

No matter how long it takes, Astrid is willing to endure it. There were worse places to spend time than in Hiccup's arms, though the situation is far from romantic. This wasn't about romance. It was about helping Hiccup with his struggles, both physically and mentally. Astrid was fairly certain most Vikings thought they were just making out in these private moments, and they were happy to let them think that. Hiccup's moments of vulnerability are for her eyes only, and if she has to endure some wolf whistles, she'll gladly do it.

So Astrid prepared herself for another long, dark day, and held Hiccup a little tighter.

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It was dark. So incredibly dark. Hiccup was used to darkness, but this darkness felt different somehow. He sensed that there were things in the darkness, monsters about to devour him, and he'd never see them coming.

Suddenly, just when he was sure the darkness was going to crush him, a light appeared in the distance. His eyes strained, trying to see what the bright yellow light was. Growls rang out from the dark mist around him, and then he was running towards the strange light.

Something told him this wasn't right, that he was forgetting something, but he couldn't figure out what. Another growl echoed in the black room and he ran even faster. Suddenly he fell, and in the faint light he saw his left foot was gone. The leg was bloodied and burnt, and without warning massive pain shot through his body.

He screamed, and the growling became louder. Black arms appeared from the dark fog around him and tried to grab him, but Hiccup crawled away, breathing quickening. The room seemed to become hotter and hotter, and his hands became slick with sweat. Then the arms were gone, and he was alone.

Where moments before he wished nothing more than to have the monsters disappear, now the empty silent darkness was scaring him. More pain shot up from the foot that wasn't there, and he screamed again.

No monstrous growls rang out this time, the echo of his screams the only thing in the black room apart from the light in the distance.

Hiccup curled into a ball and tried not to whimper. Suddenly the shadows changed, and he looked up to see the bright light coming closer.

“Hiccup?” Astrid's voice rang out, and the light became dimmer until he could see it was her golden hair shining as bright as he remembered it. He tried to speak, but he felt frozen in place, unable to move from his curled up position.

“Hiccup, are you okay?” Astrid asked as she came a little closer and reached out her hand, but when Hiccup tried to move his arm to grab it she moved away again. Hiccup stood up, balancing on one leg, as Astrid moved backwards away from him. The light became dimmer and dimmer, and a large area of nothingness appeared between them.

“Wait! Help!” he shouted, hopping forward in a vain attempt to chase her, but she moved too fast.

“Hiccup! Wake up!” Astrid said, but it made no sense.

Suddenly he stepped on nothing at all, and he started falling into an endless pit. He screamed, flapping his arms as he tried to grab something to hold on to.

“Hiccup!” Astrid screamed after him, but he couldn't say anything back. There was a loud growl, and he knew the Red Death was waiting for him at the bottom of the pit, eager to devour him. The light disappeared, and suddenly he was stuck in some kind of soft wrapping.

“Hiccup! Wake up! Wake up!” Astrid was saying, and he struggled against his prison, trying to stop the monster from eating him alive.

“Hiccup! Calm down, I'm right here! I'm right here! It's alright!” Astrid said, and then his hands were grabbed and help in place. He recognized the hands that held him. He'd recognize Astrid's scars anywhere. But why was she being eaten too? But if she was here, was he safe? Did she slay the monster? But where was the light? Why couldn't he see her golden hair?

“It was just a nightmare, Hiccup. You're alright. Just calm down. It's alright. I'm here, I'm here,” Astrid continued to say, and he shook his head, utterly confused. Suddenly his back was lifted from the soft surface he was lying on and then he was enveloped in warmth.

This was Astrid. It was Astrid. Astrid was hugging him. He was safe. He was safe. Slowly, Hiccup's thoughts started to calm down and make sense. He was in his bed. Astrid was holding him, telling him he was safe. It was just a nightmare. Just another nightmare.

Toothless warbled and licked his hand, and he forced himself to relax.

“Astrid? Toothless?” he managed to ask.

“Thank Nótt, you're awake! I couldn't get you to wake up from that nightmare! You were screaming and thrashing, and I didn't know what to do!”Astrid said, and he hated himself for making her worry so much.

“I'm sorry, Astrid, I'm sorry!” he said, and she removed one arm from their embrace to punch his arm.

“Don't apologize! I'm the one who should be sorry, I wasn't here! Toothless had to get me, he was so worried, I've never seen him so frantic!” she said, and he only felt more guilty. If only he wasn't so weak…

He couldn't finish the thought because pain ran up his left leg, and he groaned.

“Hiccup, what's wrong? Are you hurt? Let me make a light,” Astrid said as she put him back on the bed and moved away. He tried to respond, but then another knife shot through his left foot, and he bit his lip to prevent himself from screaming. Toothless warbled sadly before licking the side of his face, and he reached out his hand to pet him.

Sounds of flint and sparks echoed in the room, and moments later Astrid returned, putting her hand on his shoulder. He kept some candles in his room for Astrid's sake, for when they were working late. Hiccup hadn't expected to need them in such a situation.

“That's better. Now what's wrong?” she asked, rubbing his shoulder through his shirt, and he took deep breaths, trying to ignore the pain.

“Leg. Leg that isn't there,” he said, before groaning when more pain shot through him.

“Oh. Can I do anything? Do you need ice? Warm water? Tea?” Astrid asked, and he could hear the panic in her voice. This wasn't the first time he had phantom pains. She had helped him several times already when he had this stupid pain from something that wasn't even there anymore. That was the annoying thing. You can't numb the pain from something that doesn't exist. So ice or warm water didn't really do anything.

So he just shook his head, before thinking of something that would help. He hated to admit it to her, but now, in the dead of night, he figured he didn't have much to lose.

“Can you… Can you just hold me for a while? And talk to me? Distract me?” he softly asked, bowing his head. He hated being this dependent on her. He hated that he was robbing Astrid of her sleep. He hated that his body was determined to make him hurt so much, and he hated Nótt, the god of sleep, for sending him all those nightmares.

“Of course,” Astrid said, and then he was lifted up again, before being set on her lap.

“There we go, it's alright. It'll pass, it'll pass,” she said, and he felt like a small child again, being comforted by his dad after he broke his leg trying to climb a tree. It felt unfair, unequal. He was supposed to take care of Astrid, not the other way around.

But before he could voice any of that, his foot figured he wasn't in enough pain, and decided to remedy that. He put his arms around her to prevent him from collapsing, and she just sighed.

“It hurts really bad, doesn't it? Is this why you had that nightmare?” she asked, and he shook his head.

“Maybe. I also have nightmares when the leg's fine,” he whispered in her ear, and he felt her stiffen.

“You had more nightmares?” she asked, her voice low. He hadn't told her how bad it was, but when he was in her arms like this he just couldn't lie.

“Yeah. I have them a lot. Nearly every night,” he admitted, and she held him tighter.

“Why didn't you tell me?” she softly asked, and he hated himself for making her worry even more.

“Because you already have to comfort me by day. I don't want you to worry at night as well. You need your sleep,” he said, and she punched his arm. “So do you! You have them every night?! So that's why you're so tired in the morning?” she angrily said, and he tried his best to calm her.

“It's not that bad! Toothless comforts me, and my dad seems to sleep through all the noise,” Hiccup said, but it only made it worse.

“Noise? You mean screaming? I just saw and heard you, Hiccup, and you were not okay! You should have told me! I could have helped you with this!” Astrid said, and he just nodded.

“I know, But I just-” Hiccup couldn't finish the sentence when pain overwhelmed him again. He held her a little too tight, and she groaned too.

“We'll talk about this later. So what do you dream about? Your leg?” Astrid asked, voice softer now.

“Sometimes. Tonight I did. Often it's stupid stuff. I dream that I trip over something I missed with the cane. Or I fall over the edge of a cliff. Sometimes we're walking together, but then you're suddenly gone and I can't find you again,” he admitted and she pulled them apart a little, probably so she could see his face.

“That's not stupid, Hiccup. It's… I dream those things too. Sometimes I dream that you fall and I can't catch you, or that you're burned again. Sometimes I dream of the Red Death, and how it almost killed us,” she said, before running a hand over the scars on his face.

“Really? I thought you were too brave for nightmares,” he said, hoping the joke would stop the pain from coming back.

Astrid snorted and Toothless warbled, and then she hugged him again. “You're just as brave as I am. Maybe we all have nightmares, but you had the courage to face them alone. But… just remember that you don't have to. If there's another scary dream, just send Toothless, and I'll be right here, okay? I don't mind, really. Knowing you're okay makes me feel better too. Okay?” she said, and he tried not to cry. What had he done to deserve her?

“Okay. And… I know you'll have to go back to your own bed soon, we don't want our parents to find you in my room, but… can we stay like this for a little longer? Until the pain passes?” he softly asked, and her only response was to hold him a little tighter.

So they sat for a while. Astrid talked about what they could build for next week's council, telling him of sea dragons tearing fishing nets, and that maybe they could design stronger ones. He didn't really respond, but her voice kept him distracted from the pain. Somehow, being surrounded by Astrid's arms and Toothless' wings made all his problems seem so much smaller. Not just when he had a breakdown during the day, but after a nightmare in the dark as well.

He couldn't explain why that was. She just made him feel safe and calm. She slowed down his racing thoughts and allowed him to simply focus on her voice and her hands. He didn't know what he'd do without her, and he felt like a fool for ever fighting with her.

“I love you,” he hadn't meant to say the words, but at the same time he did. He just knew it was the truth. And now it was out. Long ago, before dragon training and the blindness, he thought he loved her. But in hindsight it was just a stupid crush. Only when they started spending time together did he see the real Astrid, the beautiful person underneath the glowing hair and pretty face he had always admired from afar.

Astrid immediately stopped talking and moved out of the hug to face him.

“Hiccup, what-” she began, but he didn't let her finish.

“I love you. I love you, Astrid. I know it may seem silly, and maybe you don't feel the same way, but you just make me feel so strong, and so capable, and so happy, and I don't know what I'd do without you, and-”

“I love you too,” Astrid interrupted his rambling, and he froze.

“You… You love me too?” he asked, hoping and praying he heard it correctly.

“Yes, silly, I love you. Why else do you think I'm out here in the middle of the night?” she said, and he laughed, unsure what to say. So he just grabbed her head, and very gently pulled her lips to his. It was hard to kiss her without knowing where her lips were exactly, but somehow he managed.

They had only been kissing for a few seconds when Toothless suddenly forced his head between them, pulling them apart. He warbled loudly, and Hiccup laughed, too happy to be irritated.

“Yes Toothless, I love you too! But I'm not kissing you!” he said. Moments later the dragon licked his lips, and Hiccup recoiled.

“Toothless! Gross! Only Astrid's allowed to do that!” he told the Night Fury, and Astrid laughed.

“Is your leg okay again?” she suddenly asked, and he realized it didn't hurt anymore.

“Yeah. Better than ever. Thanks for staying,” he said. A small part of him wanted to lie so she would stay for longer, but they shouldn't push their luck. It would be bad if his dad found them like this.

“You'll be fine tonight? I'll go home then. And just think of me if there are more nightmares. I love you, Hiccup,” she said, swiftly kissing him before jumping up and blowing out the candle.

“Love you too. Sweet dreams,” Hiccup said, and moments later he heard her softly land on the grass outside. He sighed deeply, before lying down again. Sleep overtook him quickly, and for the first time in months, there were no nightmares. Instead, he dreamed of Astrid and him dancing in a bright room.

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Hiccup yawned as he walked down the stairs for breakfast. Astrid had done several other nightly visits since that first time a few weeks ago. He never asked for it. Toothless was the one who fetched her every time the dragon saw he was having a bad night. He kept apologizing for the fact that she was dragged out of bed, but secretly he was incredibly grateful. For the first time in forever, he didn't scream himself awake from a frightening nightmare.

For the first time in forever, his nights were bright again.

Even when she wasn't there he had something to remember her by. She started to make little braids in his hair, to 'remind him that she was a part of his life and him now', as Astrid put it. It felt embarrassing, Astrid braiding his hair, but it also felt comforting. And if he jumped awake during the night, he'd just run his fingers over the braids to remember that she was just a few houses away, and that he'd see her in the morning,

The only problem was that with the way they would talk and kiss for most of the night, he was hardly more rested when she came over. Nothing… dishonorable happened. They had decided, after a very awkward and embarrassing discussion, that they were both content to wait for a while, probably until they were married, before taking that step. Still, they kissed and held each other for hours, and he was glad his father wasn't aware of what happened in his house during the night.

“So son, I noticed you're not having as much trouble sleeping. The nights are much quieter these past few weeks,” Stoick said as Hiccup said down, and he froze. How much did his father know? Did he know it was because of Astrid? He cursed his hand for automatically moving to the two little braids and forced himself to relax.

“Yeah, it's much better now. I hope I don't wake you anymore now,” he said, hoping that was the end of the discussion.

“Yes, that doesn't happen as much these days. So how did that happen, Hiccup? Did you and Astrid figure out some other brilliant invention to help you sleep?” Stoick asked, and Hiccup nearly choked on the water he was drinking.

“No! No it's… it's Toothless! He puts his wings over me, and it makes me feel warmer! And that makes me sleep better!” he said, laughing nervously.

“Ah, I see. That dragon's doing wonders for you. I could have sworn I heard talking coming from your room the other day, though,” Stoick said with a curious voice, and Hiccup gulped, trying not to look guilty.

“Yeah, sometimes I talk to Toothless. It helps! Keeps me distracted, you know?” Hiccup said, desperately hoping his dad was done now.

“Alright then. If that works for you,” Stoick said before standing up. “You can eat breakfast and go to the forge by yourself, right?” he asked, moving to the door when Hiccup nodded.

But just when Hiccup thought he was in the clear, Stoick started talking again from the doorway.

“You know son, it's okay that Astrid comes here at night, as long as there's no funny business, okay? The heir shouldn't have children out of wedlock,” the chief said, and Hiccup choked on the bread he was eating. By the time he had spit it out and was able to respond, the door had already closed, and his dad was gone.

Hiccup groaned and covered his face with his hands. How long had his father known? What was he thinking? Had he told anyone?

“Dang it,” he said and Toothless warbled happily. “You know, this is your fault! You're the one who keeps bringing Astrid here!” he told the dragon, trying to figure out if and how to tell Astrid what his father knew. -------------------------------------------------------------------------

A/N: I hope you liked it! I read that blind people are much more likely to get nightmares and anxiety attacks, and I have a little headcanon that Hiccup has a bit of PTSD, so his breakdowns are based on that. If you have any comments or ideas for future one-shots, send me a message, ask, or post a review at the bottom of the page here: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11698054/5/Blind-Spots Thanks for reading!

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