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Yearning | Hiccup Haddock

Pairing: Hiccup Haddock x Reader Summary: You and Hiccup have been tangled in a messy, unspoken situationship for months. Friends, partners, lovers -- though neither of you will admit it out loud. It’s all late-night visits, stolen kisses, heated arguments that end in desperate touches. Neither of you brave enough to call it real. A new villager arrives on Berk. Confident. Charming. Interested in you. He doesn’t play games or hold back. He courts you openly, makes you laugh, gives you what Hiccup never had the courage to promise. Themes & Warnings: jealous!Hiccup, YEARNING I LOVE IT, Hiccup being not so nice sometimes, situationship, cursing, fist fighting, angry!Hiccup, did i say yearning??? love some good yearning, slight angst i guess

Hiccup had really tried for it to be Astrid. One would think it would’ve been easy. Astrid was gorgeous, kind, non-rebellious and respectful to her elders. She was well spoken, worked hard, and was approved of by Stoick. But, of course, just because everything in Hiccup’s life had to be difficult and unexpected, it was you. It was you that made Hiccup’s heart jump, it was you he couldn’t ignore, it was you that even Toothless preferred.

You, with your sharp tongue and sharper instincts. You, who questioned everything and didn’t flinch when he got loud. You, who somehow matched his chaos and made it feel like clarity. You, who challenged him and lit a fire in his chest he couldn’t smother, no matter how hard he tried.

You were reckless and brilliant. Stoick didn’t approve. That should’ve been enough to stop him. It wasn’t.

So you and Hiccup became a secret sort of thing. Something undefined. Something that shouldn’t exist, but kept existing anyway.

Late-night visits to your hut under the guise of dragon reports. Long walks that turned into longer arguments that turned into quiet, breathless moments where neither of you said what you really wanted. His hand brushing yours. His lips brushing your neck.

Never in public. Never discussed. Never claimed.

It wasn't that Hiccup wanted to keep it a secret. In fact, he didn't want it to happen in the first place. He wanted to be able to say with full conviction that what he was doing was the right thing, the right path. But he was doomed to do the most complicated and wrong thing, all the time, every day of his life. It had started with Toothless, then with you.

It was never supposed to happen like this.

That’s what Hiccup told himself every time.

Yet here he was again, pressed against you in the dim glow of the forge, your breath hot against his neck, his hands gripping your hips like he was afraid you’d vanish if he let go.

(Maybe you would. Maybe that was the point.)

The argument had started hours ago, something stupid, something about dragon training techniques, something neither of you actually cared about. But it had escalated, as it always did, voices sharpening, bodies leaning in too close, tension coiling tighter and tighter until--

Snap.

His mouth crashed against yours.

No hesitation. No tenderness. Just heat, frustration, need.

You bit his lip. He groaned.

This was wrong.

Your back hit the workbench, tools clattering to the floor. His hands were under your tunic before he could think better of it, fingers tracing the scars he knew by heart -- the one from the Monstrous Nightmare burn, the thin line from a poorly executed axe throw.

"Gods," you hissed between kisses, "I can't stand you, Haddock."

His grip tightened, fingers digging into your hips as he pulled you closer.

"Liar," he growled against your mouth, voice rough with something between anger and want.

You laughed -- sharp, breathless -- and tangled your hands in his hair, tugging just hard enough to make him curse.

"Prove it," you challenged.

And he did.

His teeth grazed your throat, his hands mapping every inch of you like he was memorizing it, like he needed to. The forge was too hot, the air too thick, but neither of you cared. Not when his name was spilling from your lips like a prayer, not when your nails raked down his back, leaving marks he’d have to hide later.

It was reckless. It was messy.

When you were done, you quickly loosed your hair, rebraiding it so it looked just as it had when you came in. You ruffled your tunic, readjusting it, and you watched Hiccup do the same.

Wiping your eye makeup, you glanced at him again.

"We can't keep doing this."

Hiccup didn't answer, opting to pretend he didn't hear it. He always did this. He didn't want to acknowledge that it was an issue unless it was on his terms.

"It's a secret because you want it to be. But someone's gonna find us out sooner than later, Hiccup."

Your words hung in the air, sharp as the blade he'd been sharpening before this, before you, had derailed him completely.

Hiccup kept his back turned, fingers tightening around the edge of the workbench. The wood creaked under his grip.

"No one's going to find out," he said, too calm, too controlled.

You scoffed. "You don't know that."

"I do," he snapped, finally whirling to face you. His eyes burned, not with anger, not with frustration, but with something far more dangerous. "Because I make sure of it."

The silence that followed was thick, suffocating.

You crossed your arms. "That's not the point."

"Then what is the point?" His voice dropped, rough and raw. "What do you want me to say?"

I want you to choose me.

I want you to stop pretending this doesn't matter.

I want you to be as brave with me as you are with everything else.

But you didn't say any of that.

Instead, you straightened your shoulders and met his gaze, unwavering. "I want you to stop acting like this is nothing."

Hiccup flinched.

For a heartbeat, neither of you moved.

The forge door rattled.

You both stiffened.

"Hiccup?" Astrid's voice, sharp and impatient. "You in there? Your dad's looking for you."

Hiccup didn't take his eyes off you.

"Yeah," he called back, voice carefully even. "Be right there."

A pause. Then footsteps retreating.

You exhaled, slow and deliberate.

"We're not done," you muttered, brushing past him.

Hiccup caught your wrist.

For a second, just a second, his thumb traced the inside of your pulse point, soft, almost apologetic.

Then he let go.

"Yeah," he said quietly. "We never are."

And just like that, you were gone.

Leaving him standing there, alone, with the ghost of your touch still burning on his skin.

Oddly, after that, the two of you went days without another incident. You did your job, tending to dragons and making plans. And he did his. You barely spared each other a glance, just like normal, in fear that the others would connect the dots. You spoke when you had to, when your jobs overlapped and you had to work together.

Hiccup missed you, but he was content.

Until fucking Erik.

The moment that grinning, broad-shouldered outsider had stepped off his ship and looked at you, really looked at you, with that open, unashamed admiration, Hiccup had felt something ugly twist in his gut.

And then it got worse.

Because Erik didn’t hide it. Didn’t play games. Didn’t pretend.

He just… wanted you.

And you--

You let him.

Hiccup watched, jaw clenched, as Erik leaned in too close when he spoke to you, as he laughed at your jokes like they were the funniest thing he’d ever heard, as he touched you -- casual, easy, like it was allowed.

It was. That was the worst part.

Hiccup had never given you that. Had never claimed you, not even in the dark when it was just the two of them. He’d kissed you like a thief, like he was stealing something he had no right to.

And now Erik was here, giving you everything Hiccup had been too afraid to offer.

It burned.

Even Toothless hated it. He watched as you got to know Erik's dragon, running a hand down his pretty scales and scratching behind his ear.

Erik's dragon, Terror, was a Monstrous Nightmare, like the one you'd been attacked by so many years ago. But Erik didn't allow you to be afraid. He held the back of your hand as he helped you conquer your fear, allowing you to pet the monster in front of you, the dragon giving a puff of approving smoke.

Toothless's eyes flicked up to Hiccup's, a show of irritation. He grumbled in annoyance.

"I know, bud. Me too." Hiccup said, rolling his eyes.

The final straw came during the evening feast.

Erik had brought you a gift: a delicate silver pendant shaped like a dragon’s wing. "Saw it at the trader’s post," he said, grinning as he fastened it around your neck. "Reminded me of you."

You touched it, smiling in a way that made Hiccup’s chest ache. "It’s beautiful. Thank you."

Across the fire, Hiccup’s grip on his tankard turned white-knuckled. Toothless, curled beside him, let out a low, warning growl.

Astrid elbowed him. "You’re glaring."

"I’m not glaring," Hiccup muttered.

"You are," she said flatly. "And if you don’t stop, someone’s going to notice."

Hiccup didn’t care.

Because Erik was still touching you, his fingers lingering at the nape of your neck, his thumb brushing your collarbone. Casual. Easy. Allowed.

And then--

Then you leaned into it.

Something inside Hiccup snapped.

He stood abruptly, knocking over his drink.

Silence fell.

Every eye in the hall turned toward him.

You looked up, startled.

Hiccup didn’t speak. Didn’t move. Just stared at you, his breath coming too fast, his pulse roaring in his ears.

For one endless second, your gazes locked, and he saw the flicker of something in your eyes. Challenge? Defiance?

Guilt?

Then Erik shifted, his arm sliding possessively around your shoulders.

Hiccup turned on his heel and walked out.

Toothless found him later, perched on the cliffs, staring at the sea.

The Night Fury nudged his shoulder with a whine.

"I know," Hiccup said hoarsely. "I know."

Toothless huffed, unimpressed.

Below them, they heard it. Your infectious giggle, a wild laugh and a splash. Hiccup's eyes dropped down, only to see you and Erik playing in the water by the dock.

Your braid was a mess, hair plastered to your forehead. He could see your beautiful e/c eyes from up there, the sun making them even brighter. Your under-clothes revealed your tanned skin.

Hiccup's breath caught in his throat.

You were glowing.

Erik said something, Hiccup couldn’t hear what, and you laughed again, head thrown back, the sound ringing across the water like music. Then Erik scooped you up, spinning you before tossing you back into the waves with a splash. You surfaced, gasping and grinning, shoving him back with a playful shriek.

It was easy.

It was right.

And it destroyed him.

Toothless let out a low, mournful croon, sensing the shift in Hiccup’s posture, the way his shoulders slumped, the way his grip on the cliff’s edge tightened until his knuckles turned white.

"She looks happy," Hiccup murmured, voice rough.

Toothless flicked his ear, unimpressed.

Hiccup swallowed hard. "Yeah, bud. I know I’m an idiot."

The Night Fury snorted, as if to say, Then do something about it.

But Hiccup just sat there, watching as Erik reached for you again, as you let him pull you close, as your fingers lingered on his arm --

Stop.

The word burned through him, sharp and sudden.

Stop pretending.

Stop running.

Stop letting her go.

Before he could second-guess himself, Hiccup pushed to his feet.

Toothless perked up immediately, tail lashing in anticipation.

"Yeah, yeah," Hiccup muttered, swinging onto the saddle. "Let’s go."

The Night Fury didn’t hesitate.

They dove.

Wind roared in Hiccup’s ears as Toothless streaked toward the docks, wings tucked tight, the sea blurring beneath them. You looked up just as they pulled out of the dive, skimming the water’s surface, close enough to send a wave crashing over Erik.

The man stumbled back, coughing.

You, however, stood perfectly still, staring at Hiccup with wide eyes, seawater dripping from your clothes.

Hiccup dismounted before Toothless had fully landed, boots hitting the dock with a thud.

Erik wiped his face, scowling. "What the hell, Haddock?"

Hiccup ignored him.

His gaze was locked on you.

"You ready to stop ignoring me?" He asked hoarsely, green eyes staring at you. You felt the heat from them warming your cool, dripping skin.

You raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms.

"Ignoring you?" You said snidely, glaring at him. "Spending time with someone I matter to is ignoring you?"

Hiccup flinched like you'd struck him. The words cut deeper than any blade, and for a moment, he just stood there, jaw clenched, breath ragged, water from his dive still dripping from his hair.

Then he stepped closer. Close enough that you could see the flecks of gold in his stormy green eyes, close enough that you could feel the heat radiating off him despite your soaked clothes.

"You do matter to me," he said, voice rough. "You know that."

You scoffed, but your traitorous heartbeat stuttered. "Could've fooled me."

Before Hiccup could respond, Erik's hand met his shoulder, shoving him away from you. He didn't move far, but it was enough to redirect his attention to the man that had captured yours. Toothless growled, claws digging into the dirt, but Hiccup gave him a calming glance.

Erik's grip tightened on Hiccup's shoulder, his voice low and dangerous. "Leave her alone, Haddock. She doesn't want--"

Hiccup's eyes flashed, something wild and untamed sparking in their depths. For a split second, you saw the dragon rider in him, the warrior who had faced down legends and won.

Then his fist connected with Erik's jaw.

The crack echoed across the docks.

Erik crumbled to the ground, pain spreading along his face, blood dripping from his lip. Hiccup did nothing but look down on him, face disinterested as if he was a discarded piece of trash.

Erik held his bleeding face, looking up at Hiccup in surprise.

"You son of a--"

Hiccup cut him off.

"Get out of here. You had your time with her, it's my turn."

"Haddock, I swear--"

"Go. Now."

Erik, rather than taking his chances on someone he'd completely underestimated, climbed up from the dirt while eyeing your horrified expression. With one last glare, he turned to walk away.

Then he stopped and turned back.

"What would your father think about the new chief, Hiccup?"

Hiccup's entire body went rigid. A shadow passed over his face, darker than any storm cloud. The air around him seemed to crackle with barely restrained fury.

You saw the exact moment Erik realized he'd crossed a line he couldn't come back from.

Toothless let out a warning growl, his spines rising along his back.

Hiccup took one step forward -- slow, deliberate. Then another.

Erik stumbled back.

"My father," Hiccup said, his voice terrifyingly calm, "would have thrown you off this dock and let the Scauldrons have you by now."

Erik paled.

Hiccup didn't touch him. Didn't need to. His gaze alone was enough to make Erik swallow hard.

"But I'm not my father," Hiccup continued, tilting his head slightly. "So I'll give you one last chance. Walk away. And if I ever see you near her again--" He paused, letting the threat hang in the air.

Erik didn't wait for the rest. He turned and fled, his boots pounding against the wooden planks.

Silence settled over the docks.

Hiccup exhaled sharply, his shoulders slumping slightly. Then he turned to you, his expression shifting from cold fury to something softer -- something uncertain.

You stared at him, heart pounding.

He opened his mouth, then closed it. Ran a hand through his hair.

"I, uh... probably shouldn't have done that," he muttered.

You nodded, looking out over the horizon.

"Probably not. Stoick doesn't even like me, and you're tarnishing your chiefly reputation by fighting my.. Whatever he was." You hummed.

Hiccup stepped closer, his boots scuffing against the worn dock planks. "My dad didn't like me much either at first," he said quietly. "Took him a while to see what was right in front of him."

You turned to face him, the sea breeze tugging at your damp clothes. "And what's that?"

"That sometimes the things that test us the most are the only things that make sense."

You softened for a moment. Then you turned away again.

"Erik will probably never speak to me again. Or even look at me," You snorted. "You've made sure of that."

Hiccup's jaw tightened, but his voice was surprisingly gentle when he spoke.

"Good."

You whipped your head around to glare at him, but the intensity in his gaze stopped you cold. The setting sun painted his profile in gold, highlighting the stubborn set of his jaw, the way his fingers flexed at his sides like he was physically restraining himself from reaching for you.

"You think I care about Erik?" Hiccup continued, eyes locked onto you. "You think I care about anyone else’s opinion when it comes to you?"

The wind carried the salt spray between you, the dock creaking beneath your feet.

"You did. You hid me, Hiccup."

Hiccup squeezed his eyes shut like he was in physical pain. For a long long moment, he just stood there.

Then he closed the distance between you in two quick strides. His hands came up to cradle your face, calloused thumbs brushing your cheeks.

"I was scared," he admitted, voice raw. "And stupid. So, so stupid."

You nodded, a watery smile on your face. The honesty and transparency for the first time in months made tears well up in your eyes.

"Yeah. You are pretty stupid."

Hiccup let out a choked laugh, his own eyes suspiciously bright. "Astrid did warn me I was being an idiot."

His thumbs brushed away the tears trailing down your cheeks, his touch unbearably gentle.

"But I'm done hiding," he whispered. "Done pretending. If the whole village has to watch me lose my mind over you, then so be it."

You sniffled, looking up at him through wet eyelashes.

"Really?"

"Really." He nodded passionately, stroking your cheek again.

Leaning in, he pressed a long kiss to your forehead, savoring the feeling of your skin on his. Then, he wiped the tears from under your eyes gently.

"I love you." He admitted, eyes shining with the final freedom of being able to admit it.

You beamed.

You let out a shaky laugh, your fingers curling into the fabric of his tunic. "Better late than never, Haddock."

He laced his fingers into yours, tugging you a little bit.

You stumbled, following him.

"Where are we going?"

He smiled in amusement.

"To see my dad. No more hiding, right?"

Hiccup's hand was warm and sure in yours as he led you through the village, his stride purposeful. The evening torches flickered to life around you, casting dancing shadows across his determined expression.

You squeezed his fingers. "You're serious about this? Right now?"

He didn't slow down. "Should've done it years ago," he said, throwing you a lopsided grin over his shoulder that made your heart stutter.

As you neared the Great Hall, your steps faltered. "Hiccup, wait--what if he--"

Hiccup turned abruptly, cradling your face in his hands. "Then we'll face it together," he said firmly. His thumbs traced your cheekbones. "I'm proud that it's you. We have nothing to be ashamed of."

You took a deep breath, nodding against his palms.

The heavy oak doors of the Great Hall loomed before you. Hiccup gave your hand one last reassuring squeeze before pushing them open with his free hand.

The warmth and noise of the evening feast spilled out - the clatter of tankards, boisterous laughter, the scent of roasted meat and ale. But as you stepped inside behind Hiccup, the lively atmosphere seemed to freeze in place.

Every head turned. Conversations died mid-sentence. Even the serving wenches paused with their trays.

At the high table, Stoick set down his tankard with a heavy thud. The firelight reflected in his piercing gaze as it traveled from your joined hands up to Hiccup's determined face.

"Well," Stoick's voice boomed through the silent hall, "it's about damn time."

Hiccup's shoulders relaxed slightly. "So... you're not angry?"

Stoick snorted, stroking his beard. "Angry? Boy, I've been waiting months for you to stop moping." He raised his tankard in your direction. "I wasn't sure about the lass at first, but.. She's good at keeping you alive, whether she's trouble or not." He teased.

A ripple of laughter spread through the hall. You felt Hiccup's fingers tighten around yours as he shot back, "She's more than capable - she's been putting up with me this long, hasn't she?"

Astrid's voice rang out from the warriors' table, "And doing a better job of it than the rest of us!"

As the hall erupted in good-natured cheers and toasts, Stoick gestured you forward. "Come then, don't just stand there. Let's have a proper look at the woman who finally tamed my stubborn son."

Hiccup leaned close as you walked, his breath warm against your ear. "Told you it would be fine."

You elbowed him gently. "You were the one hiding me."

"My fault," he murmured, pressing a quick kiss to your temple that drew another round of cheers from the assembled Vikings.

And as you took your place beside Hiccup at the high table - not hidden in shadows, but proudly at his side - you realized this was where you'd always belonged. The warmth of the hall, the boisterous singing, the weight of Hiccup's arm around your shoulders - it all felt like coming home.

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