Fourteenth Flight. [text/action for Justice Farm.]

[newberktown]

[Hiccup's trip had been pretty successful, all told. He hadn't had to spend the night in any woods, he'd repaid his friend for good deeds of the past, and he'd finally gotten to say a proper goodbye to the Other Father. Not to mention reunite an old pair, even if Ziva didn't necessarily remember her giant, nurturing owl. Needless to say, he's in a pretty good mood as he and Ziva make their way to the train station, and in sharing his good cheer, he purchases a nice, delicious-looking batch of cookies that he promptly forgets about. In fact, it isn't until they head down the street in the direction of Albert's home that he's reminded of it by the growling of his stomach, and Hiccup gets a few cookies in before disaster strikes.

A stomachache.

He arrives at the Justice Farm via Arcanine, Hookfang oddly compliant with his trainer out of sorts. Because now it isn't just any plain old stomachache. The dog is almost convinced that Hiccup is a fire-type himself, with that temperature! The boy is deposited onto the couch, where he curls up before sending out a quick text to the network--he's really not in any condition to filter it to the residents of the house.]

back in saffron hosue
ziva too

[...Oh dear, that's not proper sentence structure at all. And a spelling error? Horrendous. Any replies to that attack on the Pokemon Common Language will be seen to after he's convinced he's not dying. Which, with how he feels, mind end up being a while.]

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[worktodo]

[Well, gosh, don't you look like death warmed over. Alas, a Minccino and a Cinccino have congregated near the couch, chattering amongst themselves as they bicker about whether or not Hiccup's inert body is something that needs to be picked up and put away in its rightful place.

Hiccup may find some comfort in the fact that the Cinccino is in fact Kiki's Sweep, and is championing the cause of "No, shut up, leave the kid alone" in the face of Scrappy the Minccino's determination to clean the house.

He may also find some eerie discomfort in the fact that there is an impish little Sableye peering at him quizzically from a hiding place across the room.]

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[newberktown]

[Hiccup does find comfort in that! Especially since, in his feverish state, he can almost swear that he understands these strange, mouse-like creatures. What a good guy, that Sweep. Kiki's good nature must have rubbed off on it.

...That Sableye, on the other hand, is just making his stomach turn even more. Weakly, in an attempt to acknowledge the creatures with a wave, Hiccup lifts his arm.

Greetings from the River Styx, even if that's the wrong mythology for this guy.]

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[worktodo]

[That sure is an inert boy, all right. Impy remembers him. That's the lab boy. The one who gets to go in the lab who's not six feet tall. Is he sick? He looks sick and that's bad.

WELP, OFF TO FETCH THE CAVALRY.

By which we mean Albert, who makes his appearance a few minutes later.]

All right, dammit, I'm coming, now what — damn, kid, you look terrible.

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[newberktown]

[...Guess Impy didn't want to be greeted or something. Oh well, alas, we have a young viking left to rot-- Oh. Oh, Albert's here now. That's something.]

Thanks. [At least he's okay enough to attempt at sarcasm, even if he won't sit up to say hello. Hiccup's giving up on that sarcasm quick, though.] I look how I feel.

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[worktodo]

[Hiccup probably can't see it, but Impy is currently hiding behind Albert's legs, still peering at him curiously with his glittery diamond eyes.

Albert, meanwhile, has no time for sarcasm as he is shifting into DOCTOR MODE.]

Welcome back. Tell me what hurts and how long it's been hurting, if you can, and we'll try to get you fixed up. You pick something up on the road?

[As he checks for — yeah, that sure is a fever, all right.]

[bywiseguidance]

[seeing Hiccup fall so suddenly ill definitely worried Ziva. There was very little that could have caused it--he was completely fine their entire trip, then very shortly not. The only thing that had happened between then and now was him eating a few cookies.

She was suspicious.

After putting a cool, wet cloth on Hiccup's forehead and making sure he was covered and comfortable, Ziva took one of the cookies and sniffed it. It smelled like cookie. Helpful. She then broke off a small piece and put it on the tip of her tongue, waiting a few moments.

The stinging, tingling feeling definitely indicated something wrong. She spit it into a napkin and frowned. Poisoned cookies. Who would poison cookies?

...okay perhaps that wasn't a good question--she knew of plenty of people who would poison cookies. She'd poisoned people's food before herself. But she didn't want to alarm Hiccup, so she kept that knowledge to herself.]

Perhaps we should return to the Pokemon Center.

[newberktown]

[It's a good thing he has all these smart people around him, seeing as he's not feeling up to deducing the reason for his sickness just at this moment. He's also probably trying to fight being covered because Thor Almighty, was it hot, but he stops as Ziva speaks.]

If I get up, I'll die. Or...puke. [Groan.] One a'those.

[Besides, HE WAS VIKING. Vikings didn't have this weird modern medicine stuff, and he'd gone fifteen whole years without dying from being sick.]

[bywiseguidance]

[Survival training, she knows what to look for. She'll just look at Hiccup mildly.]

I could carry you.

[newberktown]

[WHAT WAS WITH HIS MOMS ALWAYS TRYING TO GET HIM CARRIED, JEEZ.

srsly tho you shouldn't suggest embarrassing things when he's already burning up.]

...M'good here. Really.

Voice

[for_realsies]

Hey, Viking Boy, you okay?

I know that typos happen, and its really cold out, but if you're home you can, like, look over your messages before pressing send. And not have to worry about freezing to death in the snow.

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[newberktown]

[Now that he's marginally less certain about his imminent death and all...]

I have a fever.

[There's the unsaid 'I WISH I was freezing to death' somewhere in that short statement.]

Voice

[for_realsies]

But... wait, aren't you some nominally hardy viking kid, you shouldn't get sick from it just being cold.

That doesn't make sense, you suuuuure you have a fever?

Voice

[newberktown]

[YEAH, IMOGEN... He knows... And he's very disappointed in his inability to withstand the cold. Heck, even after he learns the real cause, he might start actually wearing a coat.]

Albert cuts people open and finds out how they die. He said so.

[...is his way of saying he's sure. A bad fever sure does things to your thought process.]

Action: A couple hours later?

[punchandkiss]

[Astrid was outside of town training when she saw Hiccup's text, and though she noticed the spelling mistake it wasn't strange to her, given how bad she was with text on these things at all. But she started back, and no, she wasn't going to admit she was happy to see him.]

[It still took her the better part of two hours to get back, though, even hurrying (Not that she'd admit to hurrying, either). So when she sees him like that...]

...Hiccup?

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[newberktown]

[Even if he still feels pretty awful, the adults have made sure his brain didn't boil or anything, so he's at least got a better outlook on the whole thing.]

Hi, Astrid. I'm back.

[See?]

[punchandkiss]

Yeah, I...saw your message. [She's frowning as she walks over to him, leaning down slightly.]

You look terrible.

[newberktown]

I know. [He's been getting that one a lot lately.

Unlike earlier, he makes an effort to sit up--free of request! Looking pathetic in front of Ziva and Albert was alright, but come on. Has to at least try to be presentable in front of the girl he likes.]

Was worse about n'hour ago.

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[foolishwren]

_{[Presumably these two ran into each other a few times on Thanksgiving.]}

back in Saffron, huh?

_{[She does raise a brow at the typo-- Hiccup's usually pretty ... grammatical.]}

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[newberktown]

yeah
i wanted to give ziva a chacne to settle in before christmas

[Still not able to manage that whole shift key thing, but his head is a bit clearer now, and sentences are a little easier.]

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[foolishwren]

yeah the holidays can get pretty crazy, i forget were you around for the last one?? you were, right?




... also, are you okay?

_{[SHE HAS TO ASK.]}

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[newberktown]

yeah but i didnt do it
celebrate i mean

[He had still been trying to get a hang of the whole DIFFERENT WINTER HOLIDAYS, TOOTHLESS WHAT ARE YOU DOING, STOP SAYING "LALALALALALALA" ALL THE TIME shenanigans.]

not really
ate something bad i guess and have a fever

[doitrockapella]

[Several hours later, once Hiccup's condition is fairly stable and he's just sort of riding out the lingering effects of scarfing way too many poisoned cookies in quiet solitude, guess who comes cruising in bearing a much less life-threatening gift.

Yup, that's right, it's Carmen, mildly worried, and with a recently-procured copy of Michael EnDewott's The Neverending Story in tow.]

[newberktown]

[MOM'S HOME.

Hiccup sets the 'gear aside, shifting right on up to an upright position now that the movement doesn't make him want to vomit up his stomach. Still not in the best condition, but that's what happens when you ingest toxic cookies.]

Hey...

[doitrockapella]

Don't get all worked up for my sake. You're fine.

[Like a true not!mom, though, she will be giving any blankets he might be under a quick once-over to make sure that they're straight (and possibly finding one if he doesn't as yet have one), and then pulling off a glove to check his forehead.

She's not the doctor in the house and most of it is just token fussing, but hey, sometimes a little momlike fussing is as much what the doctor ordered as any medicine.]

Feeling a little better?

[newberktown]

[By now, Hiccup's used to the fussing, even if he's not so used to the blankets yet. Still, as his fever gets better, he's recognizing more of a need for them, so it's been a bit since he's tried pushing them off onto Hookfang, who is still dutifully laying there.

For once, he is a good dog. Totally not doing it to impress a certain lady Arcanine, nope.]

Yeah. Loads better, actually. [Because look, he is lucid. And also not dying.] I don't know what they gave me, but it's working.