Short little drabble I thought of the other night.

The boy hasn't slept a full night since before the incident. The day still haunts him and it haunts everyone else too.

Thankfully Hiccup can't remember getting knocked off Toothless or falling into the firey inferno or loosing his leg. But he has nightmares that make up those memories for him. Awful, terrible ones that make him wake up with shaking or tears or screams.

His father hasn't slept either.

They keep it a secret during the day quite well. Hiccup's been instructing anyone who will listen on how to take care of the dragons and talking to his friends. Stoick has a village to run.

But night is a different story. After dinner, Hiccup keeps himself occupied with something until he's so tired he stumbles up the stairs to his loft room. Stoick goes to bed then too, sleeping lightly for once in his life, in case his boy needs him. Usually, Toothless would nuzzle and lick the boy and curl protectively around him and Hiccup would fall back to sleep again.

Tonight was a different story.

Toothless' whines wake Stoick first and when he sits up, he hears his son's distressed cries and he hurries up the stairs. Toothless is already licking and nuzzling his best friend, but Hiccup is still mid-night terror.

"Hiccup," Stoick says as gently as possible, touching his son's arm. "Wake up, son. It's a dream. It's a dream."

Hiccup wakes with a start: panting and teary. It's clear he hasn't completely woken yet when he cries out for someone Stoick hadn't heard him ask for in years.

"Mama!" the fourteen year old cries. "Mama!"

"Hiccup," Stoick sits on the bed gingerly. "Son,"

Suddenly, Hiccup snaps out of it. He knows what he said however, and for some reason, he starts to cry. Toothless whines and pushes his snout into Hiccup's lap.

"Don't, Hiccup. You're alright, boy. You're home with me 'n Toothless. You're safe." Stoick tries to comfort him.

"I want my mother." Hiccup says quietly, sniffling. "I want my mother." He doesn't know why he wants her, he can't remember his dream. But he wants his mother. That's all he wants.

"She's-she's dead, son. I'm sorry."

Hiccup can't even remember what she looks like, but he wants her.

He has a very faded memory of someone singing to him when he was very small. It must be his mother. He wants that now.

He knows she's gone. He knows he'll never see her again. He knows all of that. But he still wants her.

Stoick opens his arms to hug his son and Hiccup leans into him, still crying.

Stoick rocks him a little, like he used to do when his boy was barely up to his knees.

"It's alright. It's alright." Stoick whispers over and over again. He doesn't know who he's comforting; Hiccup or himself.

Valka wakes with a start and a gasp in the dragon caves.

Cloudjumper is immediately alert, yellow eyes focused on his rider.

"I'm alright, Cloudjumper. Just a bad dream is all." Valka says, not sounding very convincing. She strokes her companion and gives him a slight smile before settling back down to sleep.

It was odd. She could've sworn she heard someone call her.

A/N: Sorry about that little blob of feels! I hope you liked it, though!

Thanks for reading! Please review if you can!

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