*Clears throat*. Everyone...

IT'S HICCUPS BIRTHDAY! (29th February and it won't happen again for four years!)

Well, depending on what country you're in with the time differences... And if you're reading this when it's posted... BUT STILL! CONGRATS DRAGON-BOY! :D :D :D

So therefor I started this!

But on a much more serious note: cancer is horrific. Horrible. Everything around that. And we all know this. It's just important to remember for those who have cancer or another sickness or know someone who has, never give up. And everyone has already heard this too, but there's a reason; it's so important to keep on fighting. I'm aware that those who have do, and that's true strength.

But if this story can be upsetting or trigging to anyone, then I recomend to not read. This isn't meant to give any pain in any form.

Thankyou.

This isn't going to be a story that is built up and exciting. This isn't meant to have excited turns and plot twists, interesting character development or any bad guys. This is just a regular story, an everyday story, about a sixteen year old boy diagnosed with blood cancer. That's not a secret, not something that's surprisingly is going to come in the end of the chapter. Because still this isn't just a story. It's one which happens over and over all across the world everyday. And sadly in those, not everything goes the way it should. And they certainly don't always end happily.

There was this book that Hiccup and his class read almost two years ago. "The fault in our stars." He'd never been particularly fond of sad books, he liked to watch things from the bright sides and be happy besides everything that went on around him. Some in his class cried during the reading and some who were 'to cool to have feelings' would just joke around and mess with the entire concept. There was this one sentence in this book that Hiccup didn't even realize he'd memorized until he himself was diagnosed. "There is only one thing in this world shittier than biting it from cancer when you're sixteen, and that's having a kid who bites it from cancer."

And he wouldn't know. He was diagnosed at that precise age and knew in and out how awful it was. Though indeed did he realize how hard this was for his dad too.

Stoic had maybe not always been the best parent. His wife died eight years ago and he was left with an eight year old, different from himself in every way possible. Different from the other children too, playing with science and drawing in a notebook. Being so skinny and smart also made him a big bully target. Stoic himself used to be very popular as a child, so he was left with no idea of what to do. So maybe he missed a lot of signs, lies and bruises and crying and loneliness, just because he didn't have much experience with any of it. To copy with Val's death he also buried himself in work, so he didn't really spend overly much time with his son. Still the boy meant the world to him. So if someone just walked up to you and said Stoic didn't really care; that person lied. So even if the man could seem harsh and was an awful listener, it didn't mean the news didn't crush him too.

"Mr. Haddock, Hiccup. You may come in now," said the doctor the two had started to know as Dr. Tranct as she look

ed up from her papers to the two. Both males stood up and Stoic put a hand on the small of his sons back to guide him towards the open the door to the doctors room. When they entered it was light with the white walls and a big window facing the clear sky, still a orange roof lamp went fully.

"Thank you," Hiccup said politely as he entered, Stoic following tightly behind before closing the, white as practically everything else, door. They'd met Dr. Tranct before, she was one of the people who'd helped them that night when Stoic rushed his son to the emergency and later two times when they took different blood tests or pulse and so on. Today they'd been called to hear if there was any results of the tests. Stoic had been nervous the entire time and he could tell Hiccup was a bit on edge too.

By the look on the doctors face, solemn but it couldn't hide the pity and sadness in her eyes that hadn't been there the other sessions, the results could already be said as not overly positive. Still, Stoic couldn't make himself imagine it as something worse than nut-allergy or something.

Dr. Tranct gestured for the two to sit down on the same places as the other meetings, Hiccup on the paper covered stretcher and on the opposite side, Stoic in the only blue chair next to the doctor with her black computer fitted one.

"So how are you feeling today, Hiccup? Please add on a scale of one to ten, ten being absolutely terrible and one being completely fine." The doctor asked as she held a chart with her left hand and a pencil in the right one with a seemingly very forced smile.

"Pretty okay, maybe a four," Hiccup said and Tranct took a quick note.

Stoic studied his sons face for a moment. He'd come to learn that Hiccup more often denied than not if he weren't fine. Stoic really couldn't blame the lad, after all, he was the one who raised him that way. 'Don't make them see you weak. You fall, get crushed or bleed, stand up. A Haddock is tough. We don't even fall in the first place.' Afterwards, maybe that wasn't the best thing to repeat to a seven year old. But he was just in his own way trying to stop all the bullying Hiccup had faced through the years, standing up for himself and be stronger than the opponent was simply the way Stoic had come to handle those kinds of situations. Problem was, Hiccup didn't have a vengeful or angry cell in him.

Though as Stoic got better at recognizing one or two signs, like how Hiccup would sit a little less straight if he lied, the boy also got better at hiding the signals. Not that the sit-straight-thing would have helped much anyway, ever since Hiccup passed out two weeks ago he'd been pretty much everything around tired and exhausted. Poor lad had problem staying awake and his head would spin so much that he'd actually went straight into a wall more than once.

Needless to say, Stoic had been a bit anxious at finding out what the problem was. In his mind it was a lack of iron or an allergy of some sort. Nothing that couldn't be fixed with some pills or adjusted diet. So leaning slightly forward the father asked straight out; So, have you found out what the problem is?"

The forced smile on Trancts tanned face lowered and the doctor sighed heavily before lowering her chart and watching the duo symphaticly. "Yeah, we've got the results." She paused to sigh once again before continuing. "Im very sorry to announce that... Hiccup's got acute leukemia, lymphatic... A form of blood cancer."

Now, Stoic didn't exactly understand everyone of those words but that didn't matter because the last one rang loudly in his ears over and over. Cancer. His little baby boy had cancer?!

Everything went completely silent. It was a joke. No, a misunderstanding! That's what it was, just a weird, simple misunderstanding! Of course! Stoic stared at the doctor for a few seconds, waiting for her to laugh and say "nah just kidding, give the lad some penicillin and he'll be good as new!" But she didn't say anything else, just a small mumbled condolence and a gentle pat to the boys back before leaving the room to give some privacy. Only when the door closed did Stoic finally come to his senses and whipped his head to face his only child.

Hiccup was sitting completely still, head lowered to be staring at the floor with emerald green eyes even bigger than they usually were, hands on the edge of the stretcher in white death grips.

Stoic got up from the chair and slowly walked the minimal distance to place his one enormous hands over Hiccups small, bony ones. Hiccup didn't let go, nor did he look up.

Not wasting another moment the father threw his arms around his boy who was buried in his big frame. Holding on in the embrace tight Stoic could feel the uneven and quick breaths of his son, thin shoulders starting to tremble ever so slightly. Stoic could feel his own hands shake and his mouth slightly ajar, head still willing it not to be true. How could it? Cancer was something that happened in those sad movies that Stoic never watched, to those kids he'd never seen in a tragic commercial. It wasn't real, just a nightmare. And now it'd happened to his baby.

Resting his chin on top of Hiccups head he slowly started rocking back and forward. Meanwhile his head couldn't even begin to process what his heart had already broken for.

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