#hiccup haddock iii

[inkbery]

nap time

[withering-daylight]

Hi! Would you be willing to do snotlout fic about him with a more shy/introverted reader

TOTAL OPPOSITES | SNOTLOUT JORGENSON x FEM!READER

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(REQUEST) summery: reader is a quiet, calm person. She’s intelligent and good at flying with her dragon, but tends to keep to herself and nerd out with Fishlegs and Hiccup. Snotlout is the total opposite. He’s loud, doesn’t think when he speaks, and just flirts with any girl he sees. With that in mind, how in Thor are they even together?

Timeline: RTTE.

Warnings: none!

Word count: 750

A/N: I’m trying out a new layout and giving characters their own color for said layout because I felt like doing something different! Also this is essentially two drabbles smashed together.

You are a quiet person.

You weren’t one to be loud, nor cause arguments. You just observed and kept to yourself. The gang sometimes made remarks about your quietness, but they were never out of ill intentions. Beside, you didn’t care, really.

Snotlout was the exact opposite.

He was loud, energetic, bold, and, well, to put it simply: he doesn’t think before he speaks. He always made flirty remarks to you, and it was obvious he liked you. After a few months, you started to like him too.

Eventually he did ask you out during a patrol night when it was just you two. You said yes and now you’ve been with him for 3 months.

You were in the Clubhouse at Dragon’s Edge with the others. It was after dinner and you were reading by the center fireplace, occasionally looking up to observe the twins stupidity. Tuffnut was holding Chicken and telling her a story, and Ruffnut was annoying Fishlegs. Hiccup was making small changes to his hand-made dragon eye, and Astrid was practicing her axe throwing.

You were flipping the page in your book when you felt an arm wrap lazily around your shoulders, and the creak of a wooden chair beside you being sat on.

“What are you reading babe?” Snotlout asked, peering over your shoulder. He didn’t mind listening to your nerdy rambles, sure he didn’t understand half the things you said, but he’d still try to listen (or halfway listen).

“A book Fishlegs lent me, it’s about stormcutters.” You replied, not looking up from your book. Snotlout hummed in acknowledgment.

“Isn’t your dragon a stormcutter?” He once more asked, an eyebrow raised.

“Mhm.” You hum, flipping the page of parchment.

“But I thought you already knew a lot about them,” He said with a cocky grin, “does this mean you’re not knowledgeable of your own dragon?” He said in mock offensiveness. You simply rolled your eyes.

“I do know a lot about my stormcutter, but there could be more to know.” You grumbled, for once looking up from the aged parchment and glaring at him.

Snotlout took that as a sign to stop his teasing, and instead leaned in and kissed your cheek. Your cheeks flushed and you raised the book higher to hide the pink hue.

“You’re so smart.” He said, grinning, before moving away and playing with a strand of your hair. You sighed and curled up beside him, moving your gaze back down to the book and resuming your quiet reading.

The twins noticed this development and focused their attention on you and Snotlout.

“Has Snotlout always been this sappy?” Ruffnut whispered to Tuffnut, jaw dropping more and more every passing second.

“I don’t know.” Tuff replied in a whisper, looking as confused as Ruff.

Their whispering wasn’t exactly quiet because the rest of the gang looked at the two of you as well, a mixture of awe and disbelief painting each expression.

You and Snotlout didn’t notice, not when you two were in your own world. He was still playing with a strand of your hair, now with his head resting on yours and watching you read.

“So why are those two dating?” Astrid asked Hiccup and Fishlegs, watching as Snotlout dragged you into causing mischief with him and the twins. His reasoning being that you should get out of your hut more in your free time, and that you were too much of a goody-two-shoes and deserve to have some fun.

Hiccup gestured to you, “She manages to get him to read more and be involved in quiet conversation and activities,” he stated before Fishlegs continued, “And Snotlout gets her out of her shell and help her overcome her shyness.” He said with a nod.

“So.. they balance each other out?” Astrid questioned, putting a hand on her hip while her gaze was still on you, with you now holding Tuff’s chicken while he and Ruff hit each other’s heads, their helmets making a clink!

“Precisely!” Fishlegs said, snapping his fingers.

“I have noticed Snotlout being a bit more considerate, and he doesn’t even flirt with anyone now.” Hiccup mused before face palming at the sight of the twins both falling onto the floor in a daze.

“She’s definitely gotten out of her comfort zone a bit. She’s still quiet and reserved, but there’s a small change,” Astrid agreed with a nod. “They’re happy though, you can tell.” She added.

© withering-daylight — DONT CLAIM, TRANSLATE, MODIFY, REPOST, OR CREDIT YOURSELF FOR MY WORK ALL RIGHTS ARE RESERVED.

[glutengoblin]

The Anatomy of Trust (Part 1)

Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III x Reader

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Summary: Training under Gothi to become the village healer, Y/N often found herself alone on Berk. It didn't help that her icy personality (and dragon to match) seemed to chase everyone away. But, when a plea to a childhood friend is finally accepted, Y/N finds herself in for the ride of her life.

A/N: This is my first time writing for HTTYD in... years. So please forgive me if I get some details wrong and feel free to correct me in the comments! It's been ages since I've watched the shows.

This fanfic is set around the time frame of Race to the Edge, although I want to age up the characters to about ~22 just because of some mature themes I'm planning on including later on.

Anyway, please let me know if you enjoy this and if I should continue!

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: Aged Up Characters, Canon Divergence

Even though everyone knew it was almost impossible to see a nightfury, it didn't stop Y/N from squinting up at the night sky.

Well, she personally hoped that she wouldn't see one flying towards her, Y/N was hopeful she would at least catch a glimpse of Toothless. At least something to let her know that they were alright and they had finally made it back safe.

As she stood with her arms wrapped around her to protect herself from the chill of the wind, she hoped she had remembered the date correctly.

“We'll leave the day after next, then return about 5 from then,” Hiccup had shared a week ago, as she had carefully wrapped his arm from his last misadventure.

Nowadays, infirmary visits seemed to be the only way she would even see him. He and his posse were too busy off exploring for him to have time for someone as simple as the town medic. Someone so independent, who always made it clear that she could survive on her own.

That didn't stop her from looking for him though. Staring at the night sky when she knew he was supposed to return, hoping to catch a peek of him when he finally did.

The cold was starting to truly seep into her bones when her dragon, Snowmist, tried to nudge her back inside the small building that housed the infirmary. Y/N and Gothi had worked together to design it when it was clear that Gothi's hut wouldn't be enough to house the injuries that came with the increase in visitors and misadventures.

Despite Snowmist's incessant bothering, Y/N just stood there stubbornly and took another sip of her tea, which had gone cold from the snow wraith's nearness.

“I'm fine Snowmist,” Y/N said, rubbing her dragon's snout exactly where she liked it. “I'm just worried about them, that's all.”

Snowmist gave her a look, as if to say ‘we both know it's more than that.’

And somewhere, stored deep inside, Y/N knew she was right. She had had feelings for Hiccup since they were children, playing tag amongst the wildflowers on the hills towering over their town. She had always wished for him to be something more than a friend, but in the wake of him bringing dragons into their lives, she had tried her best to shove those feelings down.

The Hiccup whom she had once lamented with about not fitting in with the other kids had turned into Hiccup, future chief of Berk. She knew that at his core he was still the same kind, funny, and clever boy she had first cherished… but something had definitely shifted within him. With the sudden adoration of the entire island had come a confidence, one that helped him make new friends and leave her in the dust.

She did know that it was partially her fault too – the fact their friendship seemed to have all but disappeared. She was stubborn, like most of Viking kind, but to the point where she had a tendency to ice people out, act as if she didn't need anyone else in her life to feel fulfilled. Just her dragon and her work with Gothi, becoming the village healer.

But still she stood, watching the early winter night sky for any sign that a nightfury may be approaching. And eventually, she saw it. The sudden disappearance of stars from the sky, a dark shape moving ever closer. She set her mug down on the table, and rolled up her sleeves, unsure of what state she may find them in.

Toothless sat down gently on the ground, carefully avoiding the trees that littered the outskirts of the infirmary. As Y/N drew nearer to the familiar dragon rider, her eyes traveled over his figure.

Hiccup Haddock sat still strapped into his saddle, hair tousled from the wind and breath gone from his chest. While his armor looked completely intact, his face became etched with pain as he reached to unlatch himself.

“What on earth have you done to yourself this time?” Y/N demanded, as she raced over to his side and offered him her hands to help him down.

Hiccup let out a pained laugh, as they began to move through the field and towards the infirmary, as Toothless trailed close behind. “Nothing that you can't patch up, for sure.”

Y/N rolled her eyes at that, letting out an exasperated sigh. “You know one day, you will do something to yourself that I can't simply ‘patch up’. Have you thought about what you're going to do with yourself then?” She shouldered open the door, and led him over to the small bed in the center of the room, helping him lie down slowly before moving a step back.

“I don't think you have enough faith in yourself, Y/N. I've never seen you stumped before.”

She stared at his leg as if in argument.

“Okay, well that's different. There wasn't anything left for you to work with.” Hiccup let out a laugh which quickly turned to a pained cough that rattled his form. Y/N quickly brushed off the heat that his flattery had caused, turning her attention back to the matter at hand.

“Care to show me what my challenge is this time?” Her eyes traveled once again over his form, but she still couldn't see what the issue was. She always wished that she had something more than just fire light and few measly lanterns to work with.

When Hiccup began to peel off the layers of his armor, Y/N quickly closed in to help him. Mentally, she did her best to will herself to not think of the implications these actions could have in another context. No, they were not two lovers helping each other out of their constraints – Hiccup was her patient, and he deserved her undivided attention just like anyone else.

When he finally had pulled his shirt up to reveal his torso – and the lean muscle that definitely had a crimson crawling up her cheeks now – she saw what was causing so much pain. He had two large bruises, marring his torso in an ugly black and blue splotch.

“How did this happen?” she asked as she reached out to feel the spots, checking for signs of broken ribs. Thankfully, she didn't feel any signs, but the yelp that Hiccup let out definitely indicated his ribs were bruised.

Once she finished her examination, she moved across the creaking wood floor over to her workbench, beginning to prepare a salve to lessen the pain as Hiccup answered.

“Got hit by the tail of a bone snatcher, unfortunately. We stumbled upon its nest by accident, and before I could try to explain that it was an accident, WHAM, straight to the torso. Thankfully, Astrid was there to help; otherwise, I may have also become part of the collection.” Hiccup let out another soft laugh at his own joke, but Y/N's spine stiffened at the mention of her name. Astrid. She had never disliked the girl for any tangible reason, other than the claim that she seemed to have over Hiccup's heart. He had confessed his feelings for her multiple times when they were children. But for some reason, now, even after Hiccup had become the most eligible bachelor on the Isle, they still weren't together. Y/N wasn't sure why, but it wasn't exactly her place to go asking questions. Thus, she just returned to her rhythm, grinding until the paste-like consistency she was looking for was achieved.

When she didn't answer, a silence overtook them. Y/N was used to it at this point. Despite the popularity Hiccup had gained, he was still quite awkward, sometimes lacking the right words to fill the situation.

It was only when she moved back over towards him and began to apply the salve that he finally made noise again. A whimper escaped his lips as her fingers trailed across the wound, applying a thick layer.

As soon as she was done, she pulled up a stool to his bedside and perched, eyes analyzing his form for any other signs of injury.

“Any other mortal wound you'd like to share with me?” A small, rare smile twitched at the edge of her lips – prompting Hiccup to return the expression.

“Not at the moment, but I'm sure I'll have some more in no time.”

Y/N snorted as she stood up, and began to collect his armor from the wooden table she had placed it on. She watched as he began to dress himself again, the firelight illuminating his figure as he pulled his shirt over his head.

“Just… try to be more careful Hiccup. Or, maybe, actually consider my offer.”

Hiccup stiffened at that, as if he was expecting the argument that was bound to ensue. As he finished pulling his armor on, he finally dared to look her in the eye.

The infirmary was still relatively small, and thus only a few feet separated them. She stood with her arms crossed over her chest, the sort of posture that meant she was on the defensive.

Hiccup knew what she was going to push for again.

“I'm just saying,” her voice cut clear, with its typically icy slice, “that bringing me with you makes sense on multiple fronts. Having a healer at the Dragon's Edge would ensure that you don't have to ride so long in pain.” Hiccup still looked unconvinced, so she quickly added, “also, you know Gothi and I have been running low on supplies. I can use the Dragon's Edge as a jumping-off point to find more resources. I might even be able to find and research some new medicinal plants.”

Hiccup sighed, running another hand through his hair. At this point, it had to be a nervous tic of his. “I'll consider it. But it's dangerous and I–”

She quickly cut him off. “What? You're afraid I'll hurt myself? Let me remind you, Hiccup, that I completed the trial of flame just like the rest of you. I just decided I wanted to be a healer more. And don't you dare say that it's because I'm a girl, because we both know you let Astrid do whatever she wants.” Y/N couldn’t help the vitriol that tinged her voice.

The flabbergasted look on Hiccup's face might have been humorous, if she wasn't so angry at the moment.

“I–It's not that at all,” he sputtered, “I know you're strong Y/N… I just get worried–”

“Well don't.” She cut him off with a snap. “I can handle myself. Just let me know when you decide.” She turned away from him again, packaging up the leftover salve before handing it to him. “I would suggest reapplying that every 6 hours until the wound heals.” She began to clean her hands with a cloth that was attached to her apron, anger obviously painting the movements. “Come see me if you need more.”

Hiccup left silently with a nod, making it evident that words still escaped him.

“And if you ever decide you truly want me back in your life…”

Her softly whispered confession followed him out the door.

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The next day in the Great Hall, Y/N sat at her table.

Her table, which she was usually alone at in most instances, including now. The silence truly didn’t bother her, given that it just gave her more time to read.

Books were sometimes hard to come by on Berk, but thankfully the recent increase of trading had caused an influx on the island. Y/N often found herself bartering with traders, hoping to get her hands on any new pieces of medical literature she could find.

It was something she enjoyed immensely, but not many other vikings seemed to take a liking to. She could occasionally talk over some of findings with Fishlegs… But that was more so if they had to do with Dragon’s. While Y/N enjoyed knowing how to help dragon kind, for some reason she found herself drawn towards helping her human companions more.

She had helped herself to the majority of Gothi’s library at this point, so having access to new knowledge was always a special treat – one she thought was best served with lunch.

The hall was rowdy as ever, given Vikings were never a group to keep quiet. Thus, Y/N didn’t notice that someone had sat down in front of her until a hand waved between her nose and the book. It was it.

It was a hand she was ashamed to admit she’d be able to recognize anywhere. Long slim fingers, strong wrists with visible veins that appeared just enough to get her heart thrumming. It was Hiccup’s hand, alright. The only question was: why was he sitting at her table?

Y/N furrowed her brows and shut her book, looking up at him with confusion written across her face. “Is something wrong? Do you need more salve?” The expression he wore only served to confuse her more. His jaw was uncharacteristically tense for Hiccup, and he thrummed his other hand on the table, as if unsure about what he was going to say.

“I considered your request… About going to Dragon’s Edge.” Y/N’s eyebrows raised in surprise. After a couple of years of begging, she hadn’t expected him to finally relent after the tense conversation that they had had last night. If anything, she half expected his next words to be no, and the decision was final.

Hiccup swallowed nervously before spitting the words out. “You can go, but so long as you agree to one condition.” Y/N found herself nodding vigorously, in a way that was much too enthusiastic for the cool facade she often maintained. “You need to stay with me the entire time.” Hiccup only met her eyes then, in a look much too timid for the future chief of Berk – as if he was afraid that she would say no.

Instead, Y/N’s eyes widened in surprise before she blurted out, “That works for me but… why?” While she was worried that her question didn’t make sense, Hiccup seemed to catch on right away, his green eyes locked on hers.

“I just want to make sure you stay safe.”

[ivvyela]

sometimes i think about how in how to train your dragon (2010) john powell created a theme for hiccup and a theme for toothless and neither of those themes have a conclusive ending until 'test drive' when they both merge together and complete each other because hiccup and toothless complete each other and i want to just start screaming.

[ominousgradient]

Their faces are perfect here Snotlout looks so bashful and dejected truly the face of a man who needs some time to reflect after eating glass

Og post

[4ngelhrt]

sneaking around the edge with hiccup . . .

cw: hiccup haddock x fem!reader, smut, exhibitionism, public sex, oral (f. rec), piv. set in dragon’s edge.

He finds you already waiting. Dead center of dragon’s edge. Moonlight slashing across your skin, his shirt hanging loose off your shoulders, and nothing else beneath it. No pants. No underlayer. Just bare thighs and that look in your eyes that tells him you’ve been planning this since long before you knocked on his window. Hiccup stops short. Breath caught.

“This is…” he glances around at the empty island, the open platform, the complete and utter openness of the dome. The nightmare of it all. “Seriously?”

You tilt your head, smile lazy. “You came, didn’t you?”

He swallows. Hard. Boot creaking on the stone as he steps into the dome. “You’re gonna get me in trouble.”

“Nobody’s gonna say shit to you, Chief boy.”

“Yeah?”

You hum. “C’mere, been thinking about you since dinner.”

He chokes a little on his own breath, pulls you in wordless, quick and kisses you like he’s mad about it. Both hands at your waist, thumbs already under the hem of the shirt, pulling you flush against him. His mouth is hot and desperate against yours, half-frantic like he's already imagining what someone would see if they looked out right now.

You tug at his belt. He lets you. But when you go to drop to your knees, he stops you, grabs your wrist, pulls you upright again. “No,” he says. Voice rough. Steady. “You got me out here? Then you lie down.”

You stretch out on your back with a smile, the wind cool against your thighs, the dome wide open around you. Every sound is louder in the silence. His breathing, your heartbeat, the drag of leather and the scrape of his metal foot against the stone as he kneels between your legs.

“Someone could walk out of their hut right now and see you like this,” he murmurs, running his hands slowly up the inside of your thighs. “Want them to?”

You just arch your back and nod. He groans, low in his throat. “Gods, you’re going to ruin me.”

And then he dips down and does the same to you. His tongue is slow, purposeful. Fingers already deep inside you before his mouth even touches you, pressing just right, curling like he knows exactly what you need. “Keep your legs open,” he murmurs.

You moan, legs falling wider, and he moans with you like the sound turns him on just as much as the taste. Your hand flies to your mouth, stifling it, but he pulls away just long enough to say “No. Don’t hide it.”

His lips wrap around your clit again, hot and wet and hungry, and when you come, trembling, choking on his name, he rides it out with you, tongue dragging slowly as he drags his fingers free. Then he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Turn over. Hands and knees,” he says, already undoing his belt. “Face toward the huts. Let them see your face when I fuck you.”

Your brain goes static but you move. The wind rushes through your hair as you brace yourself on the stone floor, thighs still shaking, and when he pushes into you from behind with one steady, deep thrust, you nearly sob. “Oh—Hic—”

His hands lock around your hips, holding you in place. Not rough. Not fast. But deep. Every time he pulls out, he drags slow and lets you feel the stretch, the build, the pressure. You swear he’s trying to draw it out just to watch you fall apart. “You’re not thinking about them anymore, are you?” he breathes.

You shake your head. “Just you.”

He leans forward, mouth at your ear. “Good. That’s how it should be.”

You feel him twitch inside you. His rhythm falters. And when your voice breaks with, “You gonna come in me?” He groans like you just killed him. “If you keep talking like that…”

You look over your shoulder. Wind in your hair. Sweat on your brow. On your hands and legs, taking him in all the way to the hilt.

“Anyone can see,” he hums, fingers gripping tighter around hips, pulling you back to him in time with his thrusts.

“Let ‘em” You hold his gaze. “Let ‘em see what I do to their precious dragon boy.”

And that’s it. He sinks in one last time, gasping as he finishes deep, hips pressed tight, hands trembling where they grip your waist. You feel the heat of it, the way he shakes against your back, groaning into your shoulder as he rides it out.

He doesn’t pull out. Doesn’t say a word. Just lets his forehead fall to your spine and stays there. Breathing you in. Heart pounding against yours. The dome still open, the sky still watching, the world catching its breath with you.

[syppys-den]

I'm only partially joking

[lilandraws]

HAPPY 2025 !!!

drawing this angle almost broke me and i had to learn how to draw fireworks but <3 !!! i'm happy with it !!!

[vixnarts]

Hiccstrid in my style.. I haven’t drawn them in two years or three..

[bahrtofane]

Hellooo I saw requests open because I stalk the hiccup x reader tag so uh here I am :)

Maybe a hiccup x gn!reader arranged marriage au where they only think about how things will help their people (people pleaser) and are so used to being a diplomat and not really being seen as anything more than a tool for relations, and than get such culture shock from the Gang™️ and Berk as a whole?

I'm so sorry if this is too specific, I don't make too many requests. You don't have to do this if you don't want to :) I don't wanna make you uncomfortable!

ANYWAY YOU WRITE REALLY WELL BYE 🍪🍪🍪

Hello hello what a splendid request i am inspired and not to beat a dead horse but i rly love a good arranged marriage au…sigh….its so good every time

no worries at all i had a blast writing thank u for the idea and inspiration!!

word count - 1k+

watch it - i mean angst if u squint but everyones happy in the end

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When your mother breaks the news, it makes sense. It always had to be you.

It was you who your father chose to take on visits to foreign lands, who learned all the neighboring tongues, who was given endless scrolls and books, who was sent off alone when old enough as an ambassador. A diplomat. Told to learn, to study. To always be a step ahead. To see things before they happen. To always be ready. To serve the people. 

For your people come before yourself, a duty born the moment you were. 

And so when you become a token in the game that is marriage, you're ready. The marriage is proposed, accepted, and planned within a few letters. All without you even reading a single page. 

Your father has agreed, and that is enough. You are an extension of him, a proxy to his interest and thus the interests of your people. You can not go against them. 

What you aren't ready for is your husband, and his land that is so different from your own.

The moment you hear who it is you know, how can you not? The missing leg and the night fury. It all makes sense why your father has chosen a marriage with him. Hiccup Haddock is a name that has well earned its respect, and at 25, it's now or never to cement any more allies as he rises to be chief. To prove himself to be what his father was. 

The wedding is simple, and quaint. None of the fuss amuses you, nor he. You are fulfilling a duty. And nothing more. You suppose it could have been much much worse. He is easy on the eyes, and his gaze is kind. 

But then comes Berk in all its glory after the wedding celebrations die down and you find a place in its stone paths and slanted roofs. 

Berk is well, lively. It seems nothing slows and no one sleeps. At all hours of the day someone is moving, working, singing, crying, laughing, living. 

Hiccup tells you he wishes not to burden you more than the marriage already has. And you only smile, that this is nothing but a burden, that bringing peace to your people is an honor. 

He can only nod, unsure of what else to say. If you see this only as a duty and not a marriage like he does, he won't force it. But he doesn't hope something grows. If not for his sake, for yours to see past mere duties. 

And maybe when you meet all of his friends, all the people that truly make this place a home you begin to understand why he looks at things so differently to you. 

Astrid is willing to gut someone for him, Snotlout to set himself on fire, literally, the twins Tuffnut and Ruffnut would dive head first into any danger, Fishlegs would overcome any fear and hesitation. Out of loyalty, not born from paper and ink, but grown together.

It makes your head turn and your lip twitch. In anger, jealousy, envy.

You never had any friends. Always locked away in your room hunched over endless books as you burned through more candles then you could count. Always sent away for the summer to play peace maker when everyone your age would take to the shores to swim, the markets to feast. 

And when you would ask why not you, why are you forbidden from all the fruits that hang right in front of you. Fruits that you worked to keep, fruits that you have planted in words, in pen and ink, in knowing gazes and hours sitting in conference, you only get the same answer. This is your duty. So you stopped asking. 

You try to be useful, telling your new husband that you are useful, more than a pretty face. That you know the archipelago in and out. And even beyond it. He only shakes his head and tells you to get comfortable in your home. 

You take it to heart, does he not believe you? Does he think of you useless? 

But you will not argue, how diplomatic of you to hold your tongue and bow your head as he flies off to patrol. 

And maybe it takes time, months, even years. Of Hiccup taking you on night rides on the island, of him finding you your own dragon. Teaching you the ins and outs, the lessons till you fly on your own. 

Of introducing you to everyone and guiding you through the motions till you make a place for yourself. When you're one of them.

When you walk into the great hall not with a gleam and an agenda, but with an empty stomach and a yearning to hear some of Gober's stories. When Astrid races you, and you win! 

It's Snotlout letting you ride Hookfang. 

Fishleggs going through the book of dragons and his flash cards with you.

It's the twins letting you join in on their trouble. 

Its all of this when you realize maybe life is more than duties. That you've made a home here, and it's worth more than any pile of scrolls. It's what warms your heart and keeps you going at the end of the long day.

Even when Hiccup does let you do what you're best at, giving your knowledge at councils and keeping record of politics. He makes sure you don't lose yourself. And something does grow.

How can it not? With a man as kind as patient as he, with arms that hold you flush against him as you ride on Toothless enjoying the sunset, leaning into him.

And when you dismount you finally are able to look him in the eye proper, and lean in for a kiss that's as soft as silk, as tender as the way he holds you.

“Im glad I have you.” you whisper. 

“Youll always have me.” he replies. 

Yes it could have been much much worse. You've grown to love him, and Berk, and he's grown to adore you. More than you will ever know.

Thank the fates for treaties and alliances huh?

[inkbery]

What do you think, bud? You wanna give this another go?

[withering-daylight]

CUDDLES AND HAIR BRAIDING | HICCUP HADDOCK x FEM!READER

summery: a short drabble of you and Hiccup relaxing in his hut, and with you braiding some strands of his hair.

timeline: RTTE

warnings: none!

word count: 326

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After a long day of freeing dragons from dragon hunter ships, you and your boyfriend were finally able to relax in his hut on Dragon’s edge. You were exhausted, and so was your dragon. So a well needed rest could finally be in order.

You were sitting on Hiccup’s bed, your back leaning against the headboard with some pillows supporting your back. Hiccup was laying in between your legs, turned on his side with his head resting on your abdomen. His arm was hooked over one of your legs, his hand gently squeezing under your thigh near your knee.

You hummed quietly, running your fingers through his hair and sectioning out three strands and starting to make a small braid in his hair.

At the feeling of his hair being touched, he lifted his head a bit and looked up at you with a confused smile.

“When did you decide to braid my hair?” He questioned, amusement in his green eyes as he peered up at you.

“Felt like it.” You responded with a grin, continuing your braiding. His hair was so soft, like yarn made from sheep fur, and it was so good to braid with.

When the braid was finished, you admired it for a couple seconds before getting three more strands of his hair and braiding them too.

“So how many braids am I going to have by the end of this?” Hiccup asked with a laugh, kissing your inner thigh once before looking up at you again.

“Maybe five.” You laughed, finishing the other braid and letting your fingers gently massage his scalp. Hiccup sighed contently, pressing his lips against your inner thigh again.

“You’re amazing y’know that..?” He muttered tiredly, squeezing your thigh with his hand.

“I know, dear.” You whispered sweetly, kissing the top of his head. “You need the rest.”

“Mm.. yeah. I love you.” He said in a yawn, shifting comfortably closer to her.

“I love you more.” You said with a loving smile.

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The Anatomy of Trust (Part 2)

Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III x Reader

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Summary: Training under Gothi to become the village healer, Y/N often found herself alone on Berk. It didn't help that her icy personality (and dragon to match) seemed to chase everyone away. But, when a plea to a childhood friend is finally accepted, Y/N finds herself in for the ride of her life.

A/N: Thank you so much for all of the love for the first part of "The Anatomy of Trust". It means the world to me!! <3

I'm so sorry for the delay! I was moving this past week and had a ton going on. Hopefully updates will be a bit more frequent. I hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: Aged Up Characters, Canon Divergence

The next week, Y/N found herself and Snowmist standing on the very edge of Berk. They were early, but that was on purpose. Although she’d never admit it to his face, part of her didn’t trust Hiccup to actually take her. Although this was much more important, she was concerned that this would be like all of the social events he had blown off when he first started hanging out with the other Dragon Riders.

Though Y/N did complete the Trial by Fire, she had never really meshed well with the others. Though she didn’t want to admit it, part of it was likely because she didn’t really make an effort to get to know them. She viewed Gothi’s encouragement to at least try to complete the Trial by Fire as a necessary evil of residing on Berk as a teenager. As soon as she survived said trial, she was free to go back to her work.

The truth was, Y/N wasn’t a horrible warrior. She was decently quick on her feet and sharp, which gave her an advantage. But she was never the best either, and thus felt like an outsider. Especially when Hiccup made his switch.

She was certainly proud of him and the fact that one of them had managed to make it out of what was practically social exile—it just sucked that she essentially got left behind. After everything they had gone through as children, after all of the rare free time that she had spent with him in the shop, literally helping him build the apparatus that first caught Toothless, she would have thought that he’d at least have the decency to spend some time with her. But no, he left her… just like everyone else had.

The dull green grass of the Isle ruffled in the wind as Y/N and Snowmist stood making final adjustments. As she adjusted her armor, Y/N took note that the waves below them looked calm—a sign that their flight would hopefully be the same.

She had taken a page out of Hiccup’s book while making her own set of armor. For months she had been collecting the few white scales that Snowmist had shed, partly to see if there were any interesting medical properties she could discern. While that had proved a failed venture, she felt lucky she had kept them when Hiccup told her last week that she was going to Dragon’s Edge with him. She quickly got to making herself a set of armor.

It was decently simple—just an iridescent white corset and a set of shoulder pads. The sleeves of her preferred periwinkle tunic still showed, along with her typically black pants and boots. But it still provided more protection than just normal clothes. If she was going to convince Hiccup that she would be fine on her own, she needed every advantage she could get. Hopefully, making her own set of armor would nudge him towards agreeing to her goal.

Y/N had moved to adjusting the harness and packs full of supplies that Snowmist was wearing when Astrid and Stormfly appeared, closing in on their location. She was surprised when Astrid offered her a smile, before beginning to adjust her own armor.

“Hi Y/N.” She paused in a way that seemed a bit strange, hesitant in a way that wasn’t typical for her. “Hiccup told me last week you’d be joining us. I’m happy to have you on the team.”

Y/N offered her a nod, replying, “I’m happy to be joining you.” Without adding much else, Y/N turned back to her preparations.

They both worked in silence, doing any final checks as the others began to arrive. Surprisingly, Snotlout and Hookfang were next, closely followed by Ruffnut, Tuffnut, Barf, and Belch.

“Ah, Y/N!” Snotlout smirked at Y/N, leaning his elbow on Hookfang, who let out an indignant sigh. “Glad to see we’ll have some other pretty views this trip.”

Y/N nearly threw up in her mouth a bit. Clearly Astrid did too, but she beat Y/N to the punches.

“Would you give it a rest, Snotlout? You don’t need to flirt with every woman you see.” Astrid crossed her arms with a huff.

“But see, that’s where you’re wrong, Astrid. I don’t flirt with every woman I see… only the prettiest ones on the Isle… and you, my dear,” he took too many steps close to her, “are certainly deserving of that title.” He grabbed her hand, clearly leaning in to kiss it, but didn’t make it too close.

“Do that, Snotlout, and I guarantee you’ll have one less limb. And live to see tomorrow, since I’d at least have the decency to sew you up enough that I’d be able to remind you to never mess with me again,” she said with a snarl.

Snotlout quickly dropped her hand, as if it was on fire, and took a couple steps back as another voice entered.

“And I’d believe her too,” Hiccup said as he and Toothless finally closed in on the group. With a surprisingly graceful swoop, he hopped off and walked the rest of the way over. “She’s scary good with a knife—and a needle.” His helmet rested in one hand against his hip, while the other gripped onto Toothless’s saddle. “So, are we ready to go?”

“We’re still missing Fishlegs,” Astrid said after scanning the group. “Anyone know where he could be?”

The rest of them sort of shrugged, until their attention was turned back toward town, where two shapes were barreling in their direction. By the time Fishlegs and Meatlug arrived, both were out of breath.

“I—I’m so sorry we’re late,” he said in between wheezes, “I got a bit caught up reviewing the properties of Snow Wraiths.”

Snowmist and Y/N shared a look, before turning back to Fishlegs, who now had a sheepish smile on his face.

“I like to know everything I possibly can about all the dragons we have in our group… you know… in case something goes wrong.”

“Well, I appreciate your preparedness,” Y/N said with a curt nod, before turning to Hiccup for directions.

Hiccup froze for a moment, as if he forgot that he was the leader of the group. Eventually, with all eyes on him, his mind caught on to what was happening.

“Well… I guess we should head out then.”

With that, they all climbed on their dragons and took off into the indigo skies of an early morning.

The journey proved to be peaceful, and Y/N found herself enjoying the ride. She and Snowmist sometimes found themselves on islands off the coast of Berk, but rarely too far away. Thus, getting to float through the clouds like this was a rare treat.

Y/N reached her hand up to touch one and smiled at the feeling of condensation collecting on her fingertips. “It really is beautiful, isn’t it, Snowmist?” she asked, with a small happy chuckle that she typically only gave when they were alone.

But they weren’t alone, and that became very evident when Y/N felt a set of eyes on her. She turned to the left to find Hiccup grinning back at her. His expression was more carefree than she had seen in a long time.

“It’s quite something to fly, isn’t it?” he asked, motioning to the sky around them. Y/N simply nodded and offered him a smile, before turning forward again.

Hiccup had been watching her—and she couldn’t help but wonder why.

—

The trip took the better part of two days.

Night had begun to fall by the time they made it to Dragon’s Edge, but Y/N was still surprised at the sight. She knew that the riders used the location as their jumping-off point for most of their adventures, but she was still shocked at the level of development they had achieved.

Vikings and the ability to make even the most inhospitable of places feel somewhat homey, she supposed.

The staggered outcroppings of rock provided a variety of stages on which huts stood. There was a collection of them, all varying in color and shape, with a large dome in the center. Based on the conversations she had heard about this place on the ride over, it was easy to deduce that each hut belonged to a different person; the only question was, where would she be staying?

As they all set down near the stables, Y/N began to unload the bags off of Snowmist’s back. She had brought a variety with her, figuring that the generally somewhat reckless attitude of the riders likely extended toward their approach to medicine on Dragon’s Edge. If she was going to be here as long as she hoped, she figured she might as well bring a selection. Her general attitude was that it was better to be prepared than caught off guard. Being surprised never seemed to lead to great things in life.

As she finished, the sun was finally dipping down toward the ocean, as if leaning in to take one last sip of water before nodding off to bed. Hiccup approached her from the right, offering one of the small smiles that he had still retained after all these years.

“Need a hand?” he asked, moving to pick up one of the bags before she even had the opportunity to answer.

“Well, I suppose if you’re demanding, not offering… sure.” She let out a soft chuckle and grabbed on too, before looking up at Snowmist. “Good work today… I don’t envy you. Why don’t you ask Toothless where you can get some much-deserved rest?” Snowmist simply let out a huff before heading into the stables herself. Like rider, like dragon—a no-nonsense personality.

The rest of the riders were beginning to make their way toward their own huts. Y/N watched, making mental notes in her head of which place belonged to whom as she followed Hiccup.

Eventually, after a bit of a climb, they made it up to the largest building. It featured a white and green roof, topped off by wooden dragon heads.

“We can leave all your supplies in here for now. Tomorrow, we can find you a corner of the clubhouse to use and organize it better.” Hiccup let out a soft grunt as he set the largest of the bags down. Y/N followed suit, then wiped her hands on her trousers, glancing around the space and taking it in for the first time.

“That sounds good? I presume I should find somewhere to sleep in here too?” While there was no obvious place to sleep, at least there was a fireplace she could use to stay warm.

“Actually no, I’d rather you stay at my place—” Hiccup cut off mid-sentence when she spun to stare at him, eyebrows flying up in shock before he quickly added, “N-not in the same bed, of course! Heavens no… I mean like I have an extra bed. In the corner. A very, very, very far corner from mine—I mean not that I think you were assuming that I meant that w-we’d—”

Once she regained her emotional footing, Y/N slowly put a hand up, motioning for him to stop. “It’s alright, Hiccup… I know what you meant.” It was all she could do to prevent herself from laughing. The man in front of her was flushed a deep red, as if he had just gone through the most mortifying experience of his life. Perhaps it had been.

After a few more ladders, much to Y/N’s chagrin after such a long day of flying, they finally made it to Hiccup’s hut. The boy still looked utterly embarrassed as he opened the door and ushered her inside.

In the center was a fireplace. There were a few shelves filled with various tools and a workbench he clearly left messy often. The rug on the floor, though threadbare now, was recognizable to her from his home on Berk. It had been on the floor of his childhood bedroom, where they used to play. And, as Hiccup had correctly pointed out earlier, there were two beds on opposite sides. Y/N looked to him, as if to ask which to take. He motioned to the one on the right, “All yours,” before bending down and starting a fire.

Y/N walked over, taking off her boots and setting them at her bed’s edge. She pulled her sleeping clothes from the bag of personal belongings she had brought with her. She looked around, trying to discern the best place to change.

“I… where should I change, Hiccup?” Hiccup froze in place, abandoning the blanket he had been holding, before snapping out of it and glancing around nervously.

“I guess I didn’t really think that part through… huh… well, uh, it’s cold outside so um. I’d rather you not freeze so I’ll just turn around and stare at this wall. Yeah. Does that work?” He raked his hand along the back of his neck. To this day, she still knew that it was one of his main tells that he was nervous.

Y/N wouldn’t admit it even if a blade was held to her throat, but she could feel a flush crawling up her cheeks as she considered her options. He was right- this seemed to be the best on at the moment. “Uh, yeah, sure,” she replied, her voice much more hesitant than was typical of her.

She quickly turned and begun to undress, doing her best to change quickly. While she didn’t feel the telltale itch of someone’s eyes on her as she did yesterday, part of her wished he had looked.

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[thedragon-and-hisboy]

any dagcup headcanons? @mr-business-whump

ohh dagur has cold feet. cold cold feet. he torments hiccup with them until hiccup wears his prosthetic to bed and dagur learns what a REAL cold foot is

dagur learned to cook really well (from heather) but it's wasted on both of them. hiccup will shove anything in his mouth when he's distracted or just forget to eat, and dagur built the stomach of a raccoon in prison so he would (has) eaten boiled boot-leather.

(trans!hiccup) when hiccup's bleeding, dagur doesn't really know how to help him but is clumsily supportive anyway!

(one-sided) hiccup once taught dagur to draw to try and keep him off his back at a chief-meeting and when dagur's an enemy, he sometimes leaves sketches of toothless or hiccup for him to find

(angsty) during rtte, eaaarrrly dagur-redemption where they're not sure of him yet, he was training with hiccup. hiccup got him down and was trying to disarm him but dagur had a prison flashback of assault and freaked out on hiccup, hurting him kind of bad. it set their relationship back weeks

oswald always made dagur bring a present for hiccup, and for a while dagur brought pretty disturbing stuff (corpse, dung, bloody knife, etc) and then when he came to the edge to reconcile, he brought him a flower (that he stole from fishlegs' garden shhh)

dagur's facial hair is SO scratchy. hiccup says he hates it, but is horrified when dagur shaves

hope these are good!!

[ominousgradient]

Just saw a video of a man letting his coyote inside and them sitting down to watch rtte

Somewhere out there there's a guy watching Race to the Edge with his fucking pet coyote

[notsotoothless]

Gift of the Night Fury → Astrid

Well, I'm gonna spread some holiday cheer!