#hiccup haddock imagine

[behidethetrees]

Hello!! I love your fics so much I enjoy reading it and trust me that rereading it feels like reading it for the first time!(supposed to be a compliment) anywaysss back to the request. I’m sososo obsessed with the live action hiccup from httyd and I NEED a fic where you get hurt while hunting and don’t want hiccup to worry so you don’t call for help and try to solve the problem yourself, and hiccup starts to worry and searches for you with toothless and finds you injured! Needs to be toothrotting fluff🙏🙏🙏 swear it should be peak

Pairing: Hiccup Haddock x Fem!Reader

Contents: Hurt reader, Protective hiccup, little angst but fluff makes up for it, Toothless mention!

Your eyes swell up with tears that were threatening to spill out as you frantically tried to stop the blood gushing from your leg wound with your pressured hands.

“Its okay y/n, youre okay” You try to soothe yourself as you groan out of pain. How could you be so stupid and get sliced by a broken tree branch? What would the people of berk think when they saw the toughest girl in town Injured over a simple fall? You thought of all the ridicule you might receive and disapproval from the older vikings, But none of that scared you more than what Hiccup could think.

The disappointment, the Shame, the Embarrassment Hiccup would feel once he found out his Girlfriend had clumsily fallen and cut herself while claiming to be the best hunter ever was too much for you to handle. You seeked Hiccups validation alot more than you’d liked to admit. It terrified you to think about the look on hiccups face or what he might say which is why you couldn’t go back to berk. Not for awhile atleast.

You started to think of way you could survive out in the forest with an injured leg when on the other side of the trees Hiccup was worried sick about you. It had been hours past when you usually came home from hunting. He paced back and forth debating whether or not to go looking for you since all the other times you were gone for hours, you had just lost track of time and ended up being fine. Hiccup wanted to trust that everything was okay but somewhere deep in his soul that was connected to yours panged with urgency that something was wrong. Hiccup made his way to toothless after contemplating and began searching.

Hiccup flew to where you usually hunt and called your name out dozens of times. He saw no signs of you but toothless did. Toothless spotted your foot trail like a hawk and followed it until they found you held up against a tree. The scene looked horrific, the leaves, your leg, the fur from your clothing, Covered in dried up blood. You were sweating and breathing extremely heavily. Hiccup immediately hopped off of toothless and ran to your side.

“Baby what happened!?” He scooped you up into his arms. “Did someone do this?” Hiccups beautiful eyes looked like they had been possessed with darkness, The thought of another person laying hands on you made hiccup believe he had the ability to kill.

“No- no i fell.” You quickly clarified. He looked at you in disbelief and concerned, His heart hurt looking at his girl with a cut on her leg and her face in pain. he ran to toothless, You winced at every step he took and gripped onto the clothing on his arms tightly. ‘I know, im sorry baby, hold on’ Came out of hiccups mouth several times as he heard your noises. He held you as you two flew all the way home and carried you to the bathroom to bandage you up.

“I got it hiccup, thank you” you attempted to grab the bandages from his hands but he quickly moved away. “No, stay still.” He firmly stated. You gulped out of nervousness, Was he upset that he had to go out of his way to look for you and take care of you? You couldn’t tell because though he was very stern, He was so gentle with you. His warm hands carefully wrapped the bandage around your thigh. His face was so determined and sad, it made you feel so guilty.

“Are you okay?” He calmly asks you. You nodded while avoiding eye contact with him. He sighs and grabbed your chin and turned it towards him. He cups your face and kisses your forehead. “Why didn’t you call out for me? You know i wouldve came to you in a heartbeat” He whispers. You try to look away again out of shame but his grasp made it impossible.

“I was scared. I fell and hurt myself and i was scared you would get mad and everyone would hate me and-“ words began to spill out of your mouth before you could even comprehend what you were saying. Hiccup took his hand and gently covered your mouth.

“Shhh, y/n i promise im not mad at you, no one is mad that you got hurt.” Hiccup explains as he pushed the hair back from your face. “Im just really grateful my baby’s alive.” hiccup pulls you into a hug. The way he tightly clutched onto your back and didn’t let you go showed he needed that hug alot more than words could say.

“Never again. You’re never leaving my side again sweetheart.” You softly laugh at his words. Hiccup knew you were a very independent woman that liked to do your own tasks but he would give everything up before he lets you get hurt again. He didn’t care if he had to convince you or carry you on his back while you protested against it, Knowing that you were next to him, in his protection where nothing could hurt you, was a far greater feeling than anything he could ever imagine.

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A/n: thanks for the request! Hope you enjoyed <3

[ddejavvu]

i need angry and jealous hiccup. him just taking me over and over again

i struggled with this one for a while. it seemed very ooc but to be fair, when hiccup haddock crashes out, he crashes out. i hope this is enjoyable anon <3

"It's always been like this," Hiccup huffs, his breath hot against your shoulder ae the skin muffles his words. Not his tone, though, red-hot and fierce, "They've always underestimated me."

"I told him no," You remind Hiccup, "Very firmly, and that was that."

"I know." Hiccup takes a break from manhandling your waist to nose at your collarbone, kissing it tenderly, "But that's not the problem. He asked in the first place, that-" His hands squeeze against your hips again, reinvigorated, "That's what bothers me. They know we're together. Everyone knows we're together- we don't ever spend any time apart! There's no me without you, I- he thought you'd just drop my hand and skip over to his house."

"I would never," You remind him, smoothing your fingers through his ruffled hair despite the sweat beading at his scalp. You have to admit, despite your earlier discomfort, having your leggings forcefully yanked down to your knees while being stood up against the wall is plenty worth it, "You know that."

"Of course I know that," Hiccup hums, pressing himself against your now-bare front, and you're relived that the self-deprecation that might have been present in his tone at 15 is absent now, "I trust you. I know you mean it when you tell me you love me. It's just- no one respects me."

You paw at the front of his own trousers in lieu of a response. He's working through his frustrations, and nothing you say is going to help until he gets his frenetic energy out. So you help him, easing him out of his pants and stroking your hands along his bare, warm thighs. You drift your hands between them, giving him a few soft, tender strokes to get his stomach fluttering.

He feels something straining beneath his gut, and chokes on a sigh into your neck as you begin stroking him to hardness. It's not hard, not with the adrenaline pumping through his veins, the sheer indignation he feels at not being enough for you.

Your hands work him up quickly, and you're happy to let his fingers prod between your own thighs, coaxing slick lubricant out of your warm sex.

"They should." He decides, "I saved them all- multiple times! I'm sick and tired of being the one everyone looks over. I'm not some wimpy reject-" His fingers, which had been slowly easing into your cunt, trying to work you up, inadvertently jerk against your clit and it makes you twitch, "Look, see? I know how to make you jump. I know every part of you," He mumbles, pressing his still-speaking lips into your own slightly parted ones in a truly sloppy kiss, "I'm more than capable of taking care of you."

Maybe it's something about his anger, maybe it's the way his shoulders are stiff and his cock is leaking in your hand, maybe it's the determined scowl on his face, but this entire scenario is really egging you on. The atmosphere alone has your pussy fluttering, gushing slick wetness that his fingers finally meet.

He's quick to spread it through your cunt, ensuring that every inch of you is primed, and it only pushes more from your center. Now that you're wet everything feels divine, and just the sight of his angry-red cockhead makes your thighs clench.

"You always take care of me," You whimper, urging him forwards with a hand on his hip, "Please-? I want you now, Hiccup, I need you."

"You need me," He rejoices into the flushed skin of your collarbone, his voice muffled and weakened even if his hips aren't. He lets you ease him into your hole, and his waist moves like a machine, steady and forceful as he pushes himself further and further into your cunt with each thrust.

"You need me." His voice strengthens, and he kisses his way up the side of your neck, nosing at your cheek, "I should make you shout it. So everyone knows- so no one underestimates me again. They should know the way I make you feel."

"I- I can't," You gush, embarrassment flooding your cheeks, "I can't- no one can hear,"

"I know." He silences you with a firm kiss, pressing you further into the wall the more he pushes his cock into you. You're panting now, and he's grunting in sync with his thrusts, "I'm- aagh, I wouldn't really do that to you. But imagine- they'd know."

His eyes darken, and he pulls back as best he can to stare down at you. He's got you pinned to the wall, your hips dragged forwards to meet his own but your back plastered firmly against the wood. You're completely at his mercy, and you look it too, doe-like eyes staring hungrily up at him.

"They'd know I'm not replaceable." He murmurs, "They'd know no one else could make you feel the way I do."

[tigeradjacent]

(cgs) hiccup n toothless x gn!regressor reader hcs ! 🐾 🍂 🧸

( relationships ) : platonic cg!toothless x reader , cg!hiccup x reader (relationship left ambiguous outside of regression which is platonic obvi)

( warnings ) : fully sfw and friendly for all ages, though there is a mention of struggling with food, it’s only applicable if you want it to be.

( notes ) : haven’t written in a WHILEEE so this might b really bad . Age reader regresses to is also left ambiguous as possible , n obviously reader n toothless are purely platonic but as I mentioned earlier hiccup n readers relationship isn’t specified outside of regression :3 also I feel like i left this maybe a little too ambiguous? You could very easily read this as hiccup and toothless love u n take care of you, Agere or not 😭😭 also VERY LONG. longer than i meant it to be. Lmk if you want me to write the other riders/characters next <33 SFW INTERACTION ONLY PLS !

— considering the time period Httyd is set in and the circumstances and all they obviously don’t . Know anything about age regression LMAOO but it’s okay we can pretend. And this can be set in our little mind palace outside of canon it’s ok ❤️ but what we do know is that both toothless and hiccup are both incredibly intelligent, gentle and kind beings — and they would love you. And have no problems taking care of you n supporting you <3 because I said so. They’re here with me right now confirming this.

— you know the tone hiccup takes on in Httyd 2 when toothless is getting out of the mind control thing? Uses that all the time with you. Unbelievably gentle in body language, in tone, in the way he treats you. Makes you feel undeniably safe and comfortable while still respecting you and not patronising or being condescending to you. loves reading to you or telling you stories about dragons and adventures from over the years — sometimes over-exaggerating a little just to make you laugh, because how couldn’t he? but don’t tell him I told you. He’s kind and reassuring and guides you through whatever makes you nervous — he’s there whenever, whatever you need him for. Both of them are, and he always reminds you of that. Any situations that give you anxiety or make you look to him, he’s right beside you with kind eyes and a warm smile — nodding his head slightly, a silent way of saying I’m here. I’ve got you. Everything is going to be okay.

— Him taking care of you while regressed means going on fun adventures that teach you a multitude of things — the importance of kindness and safety, everything there is to know about dragons, having respect for the beings that inhabit the world — while him and toothless keep two pairs of keen eyes on you, making sure you’re safe and healthy and comfortable the whole time. Holds your hand for balance while you walk along fallen trees, makes sure you eat and drink enough (even if it’s hard for you. he’ll be there as long as it takes, and won’t make you feel embarrassed or ashamed regardless of your relationship with food.), always carries an extra cloak and warmer attire (think scarves, boots, gloves, etc) for you just incase you forget or if you insisted you didn’t need them. The second you show signs of getting overwhelmed or stressed, or even if you just seem to have had enough for today, he’s subtly and gently asking you if you’re ready to go home yet — whether you speak or not, he knows. It’s okay.

— likes having you in the forge (a safe distance away from the fire and any particularly sharp, dangerous or scorching weaponry or works in progress though, ofcourse) sitting curled up in the corner, resting against toothless while wrapped up in a thick fur blanket and clutching a dragon plushie of your choice to your chest. (He got snotlout to make it for you. Snotlout did not object.) it makes him happy to have you there — you don’t need to say anything, but he’s overjoyed if you offer a quip or giggle at his continuous rambling, whether about a new species of dragon or adventure or project, who knows. It varies depending on the day, he’s just happy you’re listening and safe. That’s all he wants and more. Toothless makes a soft sort of purring noise here, a comfortable vibrating sensation that’s enough to make you fall asleep if need be — especially if you struggle with that. Hiccup likes explaining or showing his projects to you, and is so so happy if you take an interest: it’s okay if you fall asleep while he explains, though, he’s not offended. Toothless laughs quietly though.

— toothless is… a lot like hiccup, actually. but just a little more playful with you (not to say hiccup doesn’t have his moments, toothless just has more of them). He gets as much joy from your laughter and happiness as his rider, so is always looking for a way to entertain or play with you — “unintentionally” thwacking a villager being particularly rowdy or rude with his tail, stealing hiccups leg from under him, sneaking an apple or bit of meat or fish when everyone’s backs are turned. Don’t worry, he’ll share. Which is nice if you like your food seasoned with a little bit of dragon saliva, I guess ….? Likes running around or flying with you, too. bounding around in grassy fields and flopping onto you when you lay down to catch your breath, letting you put flower crowns on his head. May lick your face, you have been warned. Does not play around when it comes to your safety or happiness though, any immediate threats are thwarted with a low growl and narrowed eyes or a particularly sharp swish of his tail — and anyone bothering you even mildly gets the same treatment. He likes flying with you, most, though — doesn’t do any particularly unsafe or scary tricks while you’re with him, instead softly gliding through the clouds, showing you the soft pinks and oranges that make up the sky at sunset — occasionally warbling softly and looking back at where you rest on his back just to make sure you’re okay.

— oftentimes, though, at the end of the day when you’re feeling particularly tired and soft, and the sun is setting, you three curl up by the fire — cuddling or just being near eachother, neither of them mind. Whatever makes you happiest. If you are in the mood for closeness, though, toothless curls around the two of you — hiccup holding you gently and playing with your hair, mumbling softly about how you are loved, and you are safe, and you are brave and you are kind. while the book doesn’t exist in the Httyd universe, I think hiccup would be a big fan of reading you the boy, the mole, the fox and the horse. No that’s not because I watched the movie the other day and it made me bawl. Don’t ask me about it. Or maybe comfortable silence, or he explains one of his most reject projects again, or talks to you about your favourite dragon, or something stupid the twins did this week — or just lets you do the chatting!! He loves listening as much as he loves rambling, especially when it makes you happy — it could be something you’ve talked about over and over again, or doesn’t ordinarily interest him in the slightest, he doesn’t mind it one bit. He knows what it’s like to not feel listened to or have your words valued, and he makes sure you never feel that way with him. Ever. Either way it’s an incredibly comforting experience and you feel nothing but loved with him <33

— has such an incredibly obvious soft spot for you that the other riders can’t help but (lightly) tease him for it 😭 lets you off the hook for something he would’ve had the twins or Snotlout do chores for the next month for, finds or makes you little trinkets regularly (think making pieces of scrap metal into little charms or carving your favourite dragon out of wood, bringing you a rock or crystal that reminded him of you, making you silly little keepsakes, sketches of various things), talks about you and your accomplishments all the time to anyone who listens (and he doesn’t even realise it! It just comes naturally!! He’s so proud of you and everything you do <3), and watches you doing your thing from across the room, a fond, loving sort of look in his eyes — and though they joke about it, they know he seriously does love you. He’d hang every star in the sky, dragon or no dragon, if you asked him to.

— can’t believe I never brought this up but ?3!,)£?;::?:!?!?&@????! Totally calls you bud/buddy….. I believe he’s preferential to that or kiddo/little guy(one/etc, but little guy is intended to be gender neutral ^_^)/sprout. Don’t ask me why sprout, I can just hear him saying it ok 😭 doesn’t really mind what you call him, he has no real preference — whatever makes you most comfortable, he’s happy with. Overall, he’s just glad you feel safe and comfortable enough to be vulnerable around him, and to let him help and support you. Consistently reminds you of how brave you are for that.

— its actually kinda crazy how attuned to your needs he is. Knows if you’re tired or hungry or overwhelmed, one look from you or even just watching your body language and/or expression and he just. Knows. Very useful if you tend to go nonverbal when regressing !! ^_^ this is going a little off track but I think Valka absolutely adores you too lol. If hiccup isn’t around for whatever reason (very rare) I think she would be totally okay with looking after you when you’re regressed, as long as you’re okay with that of course. Personal hc that she has the biggest soft spot for kids, and wasn’t there for the vast majority of hiccups childhood, so I think caring for you would heal something in her actually 😭😭

— shoutout to all my weird kids out there I am making these headcanons specifically for you so. If you’re a little like he was (and honestly still is), regressed or otherwise, he gets it ; and is arguably more protective over you because of it. he remembers what it was like, before toothless, before the fame and the glory, before he was berk’s hero — back when he was a scrawny little teenager who “couldn’t do anything right” — he remembers how he was treated, how he felt. It’s the last thing in the world he wants for you to be treated that way or feel that way, and he won’t allow it. Any little quirks or habits that you have, he loves them!! And he won’t let anyone make you feel bad about them!! Regression related or not, they make you who you are. Don’t even think abt apologising for them either you will be tickled !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And probably licked by toothless !!!!!!!!!!!!!

— speaking of toothless I feel I haven’t done enough for him so. Playfights with you !! Very gently, obviously, considering how big he is — but he likes booping u with his paws (paws? hands? Talons? Feet? Claws?) and chasing you around/having you chase him. Gently headbutts you or steals something of yours to get you to chase him around telling him to give it back lawl….. also? Hunts for you? 😭😭 a little like he does for hiccup in the first movie, brings you fish all the time. It’s made you a little tired of eating salmon. HOWEVER!!!! By vigorously rubbing his two brain cells together, he miraculously came to the conclusion that you probably aren’t eating the fish he brings you because you don’t like it raw. but aha! Fear not! he’s not capable of plasma blasts for nothing. you now have no excuse for not eating the (burnt cooked) saliva covered salmon he just dropped on your face. Have fun 🩷

— overall, they both love you. a lot. And care for you unimaginable amounts. And just want you to be happy and healthy and safe. Anything you need or want is yours — and they’ll always be here, waiting for you, wherever you feel like visiting :)

Whatttbup everybody I beg don’t kill me for this . I’m a lil scared posting this uhm if you like you should totally smash that like and subscribe and comment and reblog and hit that bell 🩷 and request something idk I don’t have rules or anything yet js don’t be freaky 🩷 tigeradjacent is outlout ‼️

[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.

[bahrtofane]

home is where the heart is

Hiccup x run away princess! Reader

in which you’re thousands of miles away from your home you fled. Now calling the edge home after months of tracking the dragon master till you were face to face with a man no older then yourself, with round eyes and a need to figure you out.

But whispers travel fast on the wind, disturbing everything you’ve built for yourself.

Word count - 4.4k+

Watch it - some angst w happy ending dw

Im binge watching race to the edge can u tell

On most days Hiccup barely has the time to think. 

There's so much to do, so much to be done. There's always more waiting for him. Go do his rounds, come back and deal with the endless squabbling that never ends, go out again and add more watch towers, do a lap around the island, patrol the neighboring ones, come back and yell some more till everyone listens, see who actually did what he asked of them, eat dinner and pray they listen to his new list of things to do for the next day. Rinse and repeat. 

And yet at the end of a day, when his bones ache and muscles are sore. Stiff and aching from the hours hunched over toothless, he’s glad he has you. 

He doesn’t know how to properly say it, not yet at least. He’s never been good with words in a way that really matters. Always failing him, never making it past more than a faint breath past his lips as the words fade into the wind. He wishes he could be more like the twins, pushing past any judgment and saying whatever they wish when they wish. But he is not them, and instead he tells you he’s happy that you’ve made the edge a home. 

He remembers the day you came to them. You had come searching for him specifically, begging for the knowledge that no one around you had. Which was funny considering you arrived on your own dragon. A desert wraith. Not many of those around here. 

Rmel is a dragon so unlike any he’s ever seen. Tidal class, yet completely content out of the water. He thrives in the sand. Burying deep into it. Breathing with it. You two complement each other. 

Here you are months later, with your own modest hut on the edge and more knowledge than you could have ever hoped for. And a few scars for your troubles. But it's a good life. 

Unfortunately, your time comes to an end and you have to go back to your home soon. Your real home. Hiccup has forgotten what it’s like around here without you. But it’s not your place to call your own. It's time to pack up and head out. If not for you, for Rmel. 

That's what you will continue to tell yourself. To avoid the trouble of thinking about your actions. 

—--

Hiccup finds you laying on the sand, watching the clouds as they roll in. 

“Hey there stranger.” He calls out, slipping off Toothless is one smooth motion.

You smile, sitting up and patting the sand off you. Rmel is half buried in it. But beach sand can never replace his true habitat. Can't replace what you’ve left behind. 

“Hey Hiccup.” you watch as Rmel comes out of the sand to say hello to Toothless, jumping up and down as they play. 

He takes a seat next to you, sighing softly. “You know, your hut will always be here.” an invitation. Stay please, he wants to say. 

You smile, "I know. But I have been away for too long. It’s not good for him.” It's not my place to stay. 

“I understand.” I don’t, don't go. 

But does he? No, not really. No one here does.

Oh well. 

—--

“Are you sure? You've made your own home here.” Astrid says, handing you a pile of metal as you sort through the store house. 

“What else is there for me to do? Rmel needs the desert, and I miss my home.” a white lie. The words home betray you as you say them, what is your home at this rate. 

“I know but- it’s nice having you around. We all think so.” she tries. And it only tugs at your heart. 

“I have my own duties.” 

“You and Hiccup are the same, you know. Always thinking of the people before yourselves. “ 

You shrug, “it’s the duty my birth has assigned to me.” a well repeated mantra that's been hammered into you for longer than you can remember. If you dare to reap the benefits of your birth, you must answer its calls. You mustn’t ignore your duties. 

How silly considering you ran away from them, only to regret it all on an island thousands of miles away from everything you know. 

You don't tell Astrid this, you tell no one. Instead you finish setting the mental scraps in the corner, old weapons in other. On to the next task. 

Astrid doesn’t say much more. Not thinking too deeply into the words

—-

“Fishlegs!!” A yell comes from above. You crane your neck to watch as Snotlout comes barreling into his hut, screaming as if all hell broke loose. 

You hold back and laugh as you watch Hiccup groan so loudly it wakes Toothless up next to him. He marches up to the hut, yelling obscenities and waving his arms around wildly. 

“What is going on?” Heather muses, back from patrol, sunkissed and watching the spectacle unfold fondly. 

“Oh Hiccup is going to kill Snotlout.” Ruffnut replies, flipping through a modest pile of sheep hide. 

“Thats nice..” she takes her leave, heading to her own hut and waving everyone a collective goodbye.

You sigh, leaning back in your chair farther, trying to make out if Hiccup is punching Snotlout or biting his ear off. Could be either or honestly. You'll miss this. 

—

You get knocked out of the sky during a training drill, Rmel isn't fast enough and you end up in the water. Thankfully close enough to swim to shore. 

“Thank you Rmel! All that training and you can't catch me from the sky!” you yell, fist in the air. 

Hiccup flies down with Rmel by his side. He bites back a smile as you wring your clothes out. Your dragon is indifferent, watching you grumble. 

“Dont even.” you warn.

He laughs anyway, “Im sorry im sorry!” 

You sigh, "I'm going to hide your leg then who will laugh.” 

It only makes him laugh harder as you stomp up to him, waving a finger in his face. “You will be the next in the water just wait.”

The laughs sputter and die in his throat as he looks at you with wide eyes. Watching the water droplets drip from your eye lashes, down to your lips. Where his eyes become fixated on. Unable to look away. 

You turn on your heel to scold your dragon. Ignoring him. 

Hiccup thinks you just might be the most gorgeous thing he's ever seen. More than a sunset at Berk, more than when the clouds give way to clear skies. More than anything at all. 

It hits him all at once really, the sinking realization that these really are the last few times he will be able to look at you like that. 

—

“Oh well today is ‘everyone hates Hiccup’ day then!” comes a shout from the armory. 

You turn to investigate, peeking inside and finding a very exasperated Hiccup on his knees digging through piles of weapons. 

“What are you doing?” you close the door behind you. 

“Oh, I'm glad to see you. Do you have any spare iron ore? I would say I'm on my last leg but it fell into the ocean." He points to his stump.

“I do not. But fishless does. Need a hand?” you offer your hand and he gladly takes it. Steadying himself as you wrap his arms around you for better support. Guiding him out of the armory and to his precious iron ore. 

You try not to pay attention too closely to the details. The curl of his fingers where they rest cautiously on your hip. His steady breathing. Just how close your faces are. Why did it have to be Hiccup? Beautiful smart Hiccup. 

You would use your dragon, but you sent Rmel off to play on the beach for the afternoon. Go figure when you really need him huh. 

“Thanks again.” Hiccup mumbles, trying to concentrate and walking with only one foot. 

“No problem.” you hum. 

You get to fishlegs, even if your hands are clammy and face warmer then it was where you entered that storage room. 

Fishlegs only squints but takes Hiccup inside. Well you know what everyone's going to talk about at dinner. 

—--

“Go after her, or watch her fly away.” Heather says, watching Hiccup work on his newest creation. Well its more a hunk of gronkle iron right now but not the point. 

Hiccup can only sigh. “I can’t force anyone to stay here.” Hammering away at his work. 

“Yes, but you also can’t say anything.” Heather tries. 

“Why not. It's easy.” he grunts. “ I can go about my life,” thwap goes the hammer,  Settle down and forget.” the hot sizzle of coal echoes. 

“But will you truly forget? You aren't the most subtle Hiccup. Trust me.” she crosses her arms, raising a brow. 

Hiccup stops to look up at her, brows furrowed. 

Is he really that obvious? 

—-

“I heard you're leaving.” Snotlout says. Watching you get ready for one of your last patrols. 

“Not right now.” you mumble, tightening your girth and checking your buckles. 

“I know.” 

You don't say much more. Putting a few rations of food into a satchel. Scratching Rmell behind the ears for his good behavior. Should be everything. You hoist yourself up on the saddle, watching Snoutlout cross his arms. 

“Listen I know its breaking your heart to part from this much viking manliness-” 

You tsk. 

“But think about sticking around some. You know, it'll be cool.” 

You don't reply. Curling your fingers into the reins and taking flight. You don't look back, if you would you'd see Hiccup peek from around the corner, shaking his head while Snotlout shrugs. 

“I tried!” 

“Really Snotlout because she didn't seem to listen to a single ‘manly viking’ thing you had to say.” 

“You talk to her Hiccup why send me come on.” he storms off, muttering under his breath. 

In hindsight sending in Snotlout probably wasn't the best idea. But he was the only one available. 

Hiccup really does need to talk to you. 

—-

“When do you leave?” is the first thing Hiccup says to you when you're back from patrolling. 

You look around to an empty room “Where is everyone?” 

“Back on Berk. Picking up supplies.” 

“Okay,” you hop off your saddle, “I'm leaving in 2 weeks.” Undoing the girth and sliding the saddle from Rmel who rumbles in happiness. “I know buddy I know. Feels good huh.” you mumble into his neck, resting your head against him. 

“You always take his saddle off?” you're reminded Hiccup is in the same room. You've been trying to avoid him. 

“Of course I do. Don't you think it would be uncomfortable if you had to wear it 24/7?”

“Well yes but what if you need to get in the air fast.” 

“Then I'll ride him with no saddle. You complicate things, you know that Hiccup.”

“So I've been told.” he sighs. “Listen, I'm serious about you staying. We could use the extra dragon, and it looks like you could use a place to call home too.”

“I have a home Hiccup. This isn't my home.” You wave to the space around you. “You aren't my people, you don't speak the same tongue, you don't have the same way of life, I'm not one of you I will never be.”  don't make this harder then it is. 

The words sting, but he presses on. “Nonsense, you're always welcome here you know that.” 

“Listen, I know you need all the dragon ridders you can get around here but my people need me. You're not the only one with a father who leaves big shoes to fill.”

“I didn't know im-”

“I’d prefer if no one knows okay. I have my duties as do you. And mine are to return. Please don't ask me to stay again.” 

“Okay.” he gives in, nodding softly. 

—-

“You and Hiccup huh.” Astrid teases. 

You are both out patrolling. Spending 2 days doing the rounds before going back to the edge. They're using you while they can before you leave it seems. You don't blame them. 

You groan. “No! There's nothing going on.”

“Right right.. Sure.” she hums, nodding along. 

“Oh come on I haven't even been here that long. Besides, aren't you guys like, you know an item.”

She laughs, clutching her stomach while trying not to lose balance off of Stormfly. “No. I kissed him once or twice sure when we were kids but he’s not exactly my type.”

You roll your eyes, clutching onto your reins. “Sure sure.” 

—

“Youre seriously leaving? But we've made so much progress with the book!” Fishlegs says at dinner. 

You try not to let your eye twitch. “Yes. I'm sorry but I have to.” 

“Whose leaving.” Tuffnut says, wiping his head to you. 

“Leaving who?” Ruffnut echoes. 

You groan, putting your hands in your head. “Me. I'm leaving. It's me.”

“It is because she smells like fish. It's okay I'd leave if we didn't ride the same dragon.” Tuffnut nods. 

“Shes leaving because you never stop talking.” His sister rolls her eyes. “You can't go wrong smelling like fish anyway.” 

“No she's leaving because you guys are annoying," Snotlout says.

“No really please reconsider, for the book! It just needs a little more and we can even make a second edition.” Fishlegs tries again. 

“Guys enough.” Astrid tries, but it falls on deaf ears as everyone begins to debate the reason for you leaving. 

“She doesn't have to tell anyone, guys.” Hiccup says, but it gets drowned out by the rising voices. 

“I left but came back, maybe she's doing the same.” Heather shrugs. 

Everyone's voices overlap at once, giving you a migraine. You get up, shoving your chair in harshly, taking your dinner with you and leaving. 

“Geez someone's upset.” 

“Shut up Snotlout.”

—

Hiccup follows you. Of course he does. He comes to your hut, banging on the door and not taking your go aways as an answer. 

“Im not leaving!” he shouts from the door. 

You're crying. You don't know why but you're crying. Tears streaming down your face as you watch the moon rise from your window. 

Why must things become so complicated? Why are you so far from everything you know just for the chance and feeling in control for once in your life? 

You did everything asked of you, and now for just the start of freedom you are forced to pay dearly. 

The shouts and knocking stops, and a part of you wishes he would've tried harder. But you are too hard headed, cold hearted and mean it means for anyone to want to try harder for you. All you care about is chasing a feeling you dreamt up in the corner of your room as a child. Sticking your hands under the sun to feel a warmth that can not be replicated. 

You should leave now, no? 

—--

You manage to get Rmel ready in record time, slipping out the back of your hut and taking flight with blurry vision and a heavy heart. What you don't see is a night furry hot on your tail. 

“Stop! Don't leave now!” Hiccup's voice sounds from behind you. 

You wipe the tears from your face, slowing down till he flies beside you. “What do you want, Hiccup? Just let me leave. “ 

“Come on, I'm sorry for the way they acted, but don't make any rash decisions.” 

“There's nothing more to decide. I'm on my way home. “

“No you're not.” 

You turn to look at him with enough furry to knock him out of the sky. “Dont tell me what to do Hiccup.” 

“Im not trying to!” 

You glare at him, “That's exactly what you're doing.”

“You don't have all your things, your girth isn't tightened. You're slipping right and you haven't noticed. Just- come back so we can get you properly sorted out.” He pleads. 

“I don't care.” 

“Dont do anything you will regret.” he tries. 

You look down, your center of balance is off. Your girth is hanging open, you're missing a lot of equipment honestly. It's not worth running Rmel to the ground to prove a point. You fly in silence for 10 minutes before you stop. 

“Just you.” you mumble. “I don't want anyone else to see me.”

He smiles. “Then no one will. You have my word.”

Silently you follow Hiccup back to the edge, landing back to your hut. 

—-

You work in silence refitting your saddle, tying your knots and double checking everything. Toothless is half asleep while Rmel fights off his own exhaustion. All the patrolling has really given him a run for his money. 

Hiccup is on the other side of him, fitting a satchel to his underbelly. 

You can't leave now, you risk him falling out of the sky. 

“Hiccup, stop. I can't leave now.” you mumble softly. 

He looks up at you so tenderly it's as if you're the moon. Shining his way.  “Okay.” 

So he helps you take everything off. Setting it in the corner and letting Rmel go to bed. “I should take Toothless to bed.” 

“Come back after?”

He perks up.” I will.” 

—-

He comes back as promised. Sitting in your one chair while you sit criss-cross in yours, now in your pjs. 

“What made you change your mind?” he picks at his fingers. 

“Rmel, you. He’s in no shape to fly all the way home. I would be cruel to ask him that.” 

He hums, “You don't owe me an explanation, but why do you need to go back?” 

“I need to go back to get married, Hiccup.”

Silence. 

“It’s my duty to my people. You understand as the son of the chief. Our roles are so much different to everyone around us. And mine is to marry well. To bridge gaps through alliances. I have studied my whole life for this, and I finally feel ready to actually do it.”

You bite back the feeling of a lie. 

You escaped the first engagement, your intention was to stay here. Far away from where anyone could find you. But with news of a brewing war between your home and that of your ex fiance, you are the only hope to end the budding violence. 

You crave freedom more than you can ever express. And you got it with Rmel, but as everything in this life, it costs a price. A hefty one of war. You can not live while your home becomes painted in bloodshed. All because you wanted something more. You wanted to be selfish. 

The neighboring prince is pig-headed, stubborn, with very little interests outside of ruling. But if it means saving your people then so be it. You were promised to him and you ran. Now you answer to war. 

“That's not the real reason is it?” he whispers. 

You look away. “What is it to you?”

“I care about you. You've been here for just about a year you think I'd just let you loose without trying to understand.”

You sigh. “It's complicated.”

“Everything in life is.” he tries, getting up and taking a seat right next to you. Hand on your knee. He’s warm, radiating heat that feels closer to the feeling of sunbathing on a cool fall day. Closer to the one you've been chasing. 

“I’ll tell you about it some time.” you rest a hand on top of his, smiling softly.  “Thank you Hiccup. Really.” you give him a chast kiss on the cheek. And he blooms pink like a tulip in May. 

“Of course. I'll let you sleep.” he slips out of your door and you try to sleep. But your worst fear is coming true. Falling for another while on your way to go home and get married to end a possible war. 

What a life you live. 

—-

You tell Hiccup, you tell him everything. It becomes too much. 

“I have to go back. Too many will die and it will be on my hands.” You confess, huddled in the corner of his room. 

“How do you know it's true?” his face is grim, hand on your shoulder while you pour your heart out. 

“I have an inside man, my cousin who's been keeping in correspondence.”

“And you trust him?” 

“With my life.” 

Hiccup shakes his head, “verify the information before you leave. Any can be a trap. Trust me.”

“How? Go all the way there to see if it's a war and then come back?” your shoulders sag, eyes narrowing. 

“No. We’ll ask Johan. He’s been south.” 

Johan. Oh you know him. Who doesn't. 

—-

“Ah Princ-”

“Oh Johan, so good to see you too!” you interrupt him with a glare. 

He sighs. “Yes, very good to see you, this far north.” 

The other riders and Berkians are busy looking through his ship while you and Hiccup look for answers. 

“Any news from down south?” you ask. 

“Same old same old. Your father is furious at you leaving. But he’s sort of adopted a policy where you don't exist.” he strokes his beard thoughtfully. 

“Thats nice. And the war?” 

He blinks. “War. What war? With the mosquitos sure. But no bloodshed on that side of the sea as far as I know.” 

“Are you absolutely sure Johan?” Hiccup stresses. 

“Master Hiccup, what would I gain by lying? The young woman seeks to stay in Berk, that is her business. I continue my trade through her sea ports nonetheless.” 

—

Hiccup takes you for a ride with him, to clear your mind and give Rmel a break. 

“You know, when I first started flying I had this little cheat sheet for his tail.” he tells you fondly. 

You hum, arms wrapped around him and face pressed into his back. “How many times did you crash?”

“Honestly not that many. could have been way worse but we sorta just I don't know- clicked.”

“I knew Rmel since he was a weee hatchling. He used to play in our garden before he got too big.” you chuckle. 

“Yeah? I wonder what Toothless looked like as a baby.” Toothless whines at the mention of his name, shaking his head. 

“Hmm prolly a small little guy, less spines. Soft.” 

“Sounds about right.” he chuckles softly. 

“Knowing him for that long made it much easier to ride him. I was a friend.”

“Cant say the same for us.” he clicks his tongue.  “I shot him out of the sky.” he mutters. 

“Oh I've heard. Quite the coming of age story.” you tease. 

You feel him laugh, “that it is. What was yours? Coming of age story.”

“This is.”

He brings a hand to cup yours, letting Toothless cruise through the clouds with ease. Bringing your hand to his lips, pressing a chaste kiss. You're only making it worse for yourself. 

—--

“I have to go see for myself.” you tell Hiccup. 

He lets you go. Even though he knows if it is true, you won't come back. He helps you pack up, fingers brushing against yours and you tie your leather together. Buckling pieces and looping knots. 

“Thank you for everything Hiccup. If I don't come back-”

“Dont say that. Have faith.” He stops you before you can finish, holding your hands. 

“Do you?” you look at him, eyes searching his.

“I do.” he whispers, pressing a kiss to your lips. 

You part, looking into his eyes for the last time before you are set for the skies. For a home you fear will never be as you left it. 

—--

As your oasis town comes into view your heart drops in anticipation of the worst, but in the end you were right after all. It isn't the same, it will never be. 

The father you once treasured more than life itself tries to shoot you out of the sky the moment you are seen in the clouds. Standing from his perch on a watch tower commanding legions of the men who were sworn royal to you, now raising their arrows into the sky, right at you. That's okay. 

You manage to make it to your cousin's home. It's empty save for a few scrolls. When you open them your heart drops. 

His handwriting has been copied, word for word letter for letter. They've found out he was speaking to you. There lies a single note on the wall, marked with the nickname he used for you growing up. 

To my little princess. If you're reading this it means I too have long left. I will find you, do not fear. But your search for freedom has inspired more than you know. Until next time, little dragon.  

And Johan's words are confirmed. There is no war. It was all to get you back. It’s time to go back to the home you've been building. 

“Youre not my daughter you hear me! You're a pathetic excuse for a princess!” Your father roars, shooting any kind of weapon he can get his hands on. You only smile. Looking down at the people, safe and sound. Going about their days, even if their minds have been filled with hatred for you. It will heal in due time. 

Your brother, the oldest prince will take the throne, your sister will mary, and you will become like a phantom. Only spoken of on occasions that deem it a necessity. But your family has chosen their side. And it is not with you. 

You will never be a princess again. Gone are the days of lavish nights and slow mornings. Your wealth is reduced to nothing more than what you can carry. Once smooth hands now replaced with callused ones from holding reigns for hours on end. 

A completely reimagined version of yourself. One that dares to take what you yearn for.  Something that was almost taken from you. 

You hope the neighboring prince is having a horrible day. 

It's time to head back. After Rmel gets his fill of desert sand of course. 

—

You come back to the edge 4 months after you first left. Lights on and everyone is home for dinner. Perfect. 

A dramatic dismount is in order, diving from the sky and shooting a few shots. Heads peek out and shouting before it dissolves into shouts of joy, of cheers. 

“Miss me?” you don't have a second more to speak before everyone piles onto you for a hug. 

“Oh thank thor.” Hiccup sighs when you manage to break away from the pile. 

You laugh, loud and bright. “No war after all.” you hum. 

He kisses your lips, slotting them against yours as you hold into his arms desperately. You get a few fake gags but you only roll your eyes. It's good to be back. 

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Hicca and Y/N look out to Toothless and Snowstorm, a female Light Fury…

Hicca: do I wanna to know what my dragon is trying to do to yours?

Y/N: I think he’s attempting to court her. Poorly.

Toothless bobs his head and warbles…

Snowstorm socks him in the face and flies away briefly…

Hicca: better luck next time, Toothless

Y/N jokingly copies Toothless’ dance towards Hicca…

Hicca: (laughs) get away from me you weirdo!

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TOOTHLESS KNOWS BEST

pairings « hiccup haddock x gn! reader »

✎ When you help nurse Toothless back to health after an unexpected illness, the Night Fury grows protective of you. Hiccup is surprised by the dragon’s sudden attachment—and even more surprised when Toothless starts shadowing your every move and nudging you toward his rider.

【warnings; none, second hand embarrassment if you care enough.】

They say dragons were once fearsome beasts, horrifying beings of terror who reveled in the suffering of vikings. With their hooked fangs, which set them apart from the common order of nature, breaking the harmony of the world. They would sink their jagged teeth into the skin and gnaw upon the bones of unsuspecting men, dragging their broken bodies to nests forged in the heart of molten rocks built in the high sky. 

These creatures, capable of soaring across the heavens with wings that defied reason—vast and powerful—could span the heavens, forcefully ruled the skies with an iron grip, a terror unmatched by any other force. Berk, the beast of the archipelago, stood as a testament to the fragility of peace amidst a history of unyielding strife. A land carved by scars, scarred by the ceaseless struggle between its people and the creatures they dubbed “monsters.” told this story that had echoed for seven long generations, a tale of ceaseless strife and bitter hatred.

But it took seven generations. Seven long generations of struggle, sacrifice, and transformation for Berk to heal. The land had changed for the better—No longer did the people cower beneath the shadow of these mighty creatures. 

A misunderstood child who knew no war was the reason to hit them with the realization that dragons weren’t vicious beasts whose sole purpose in life was to spread fear, but a gentle creature who were curious just as the people. They had learned, through years of conflict and understanding, to bend the essence of their deepest fears into something stronger—a bond forged in the crucible of mutual respect. Where there was once hatred, there now stood the beginnings of trust. 

The villagers, who once spent sleepless nights bolting their doors and sharpening their weapons in anticipation of the next raid, now spent their days working alongside the very creatures that had once been their enemies, now companions in the sky, and partners in the pursuit of new horizons. 

While the majority of the villagers had forged unbreakable bonds with their dragons, they wore their titles with pride—Riders, they were called, as though it were a crown, you stood apart. You were not one of them, you never will. You were not one who yearned the heights or the thrill of the wind in your hair as you perched atop a Nadder’s sharp-spined back or to cut through the depths of the sea with a sleek Tidal-class dragon beneath your orders. Your feet remained firmly planted on the ground—and truth be told, you didn’t mind.

It wasn’t just your fear of heights, though that certainly played a part. The idea of being thousands of feet in the air with only leathery wings and blind faith keeping you aloft made your stomach churn. While others saw dragons as mounts, instruments of power and glory to be ridden into the heavens. You became attuned to their every movement, their subtle shifts and nuanced gestures. 

Over time, you learned how to read them — the way their wings twitched when they were agitated or how they softly curled their tails when they felt safe. You understood that a dragon’s body spoke volumes, even when they couldn’t. Noticing the shift in their posture, how their eyes softened when they trusted you, or how their breath would quicken if something was amiss.

You preferred to nurse them, to soothe their wounds with a gentle touch, offering comfort where others might only offer a quick, dismissive pat. Others would offer praise with the calloused palms of their hands, clapping a dragon’s back after a triumphant hunt, their actions rough like the bark of an old tree—kind in their own way but lacking the softness that true care requires.

That was the way you had always handled things in old Berk. Thankfully, no dragon has yet to be injured on the new island.

Then Toothless fell ill.

"[Name]! Oh, thank Thor’s maidens you're here," Hiccup called out to you, his voice strained, a clear edge of panic curling the words. His eyes flicked back and forth, darting between you and the frantic Night Fury pacing erratically across the room. Toothless' wings twitched uncontrollably, the delicate membranes brushing against shelves, knocking over bottles made of stone and glass, the contents spilling in chaotic arcs across the floor. Toothless’s eyes were wide, pupils tiny pinpricks of frantic energy. His mouth snapped open and shut, his sharp teeth glinting as if trying to convey something that couldn’t be expressed. 

You’d seen Toothless angry, playful, even fearful before, but this was something else entirely. This was distress. What could have made such a strong dragon like the Night Fury become so distressed? What could he convey with his actions and movement that left no process of communicating plainly? 

You’re bound to make a promise to figure out why Toothless was like this and help him if you could.

You turned, wiping your hands against the fabric of your cotton-sewn tunic, the remnants of purple crushed herbs leaving faint streaks on the cloth. The scent of the mixture still lingered on your fingertips, bitter and sharp, along with the sweet scent of wet flowers that hung in the unfinished hooked wooden roof. 

As you looked up, your gaze met Hiccup’s. He was standing in the doorway, looking like a newborn yak with an amputee—his breathing labored as though he had just run a great distance of a race. Hiccup’s hair appeared matted and his eyes looked restless as they were doubtful. His chest was rising and sinking almost melodically. His face was pale, and his eyes were just as wide as his dragon’s, filled with that mix of concern and urgency you’d seen only in moments of true danger.

"Toothless?" You called softly, taking a careful step forward while trying to be calm, taking hold despite the growing worry in the pit of your stomach after seeing the dragon’s current state. He was scared. Toothless, although startled by your almost fretful tone, did not pay attention to you and continued with his line of thought oblivious to your attempt to soothe him down the situation. His ears flattened back at the sound of your voice, but his movements didn’t slow. In fact, he seemed more erratic now, each step heavier than the last, each twitch more desperate than what came before.

“What happe–”

His words tumbled out in a rushed whisper. "I-I don't know what's happening. One minute, he was fine, and the next... this." Hiccup gestured helplessly toward Toothless, who continued to pace, his wings stiffening and shaking. Toothless growled lowly, his body tense and rigid as he backed into a corner, his breathing uneven and labored. Every attempt to approach him resulted in a defensive response—his ears folded back, tail lashing sharply, and a clear warning in his posture that he felt threatened despite the familiar presence of his two trusted people.

Hiccup took a quick step toward you, avoiding Toothless in case it was to ensure that he remained calm, dragging a hand through his unkempt hair, his fingers gripping at the strands as he exhaled sharply,  

“Something is wrong. He’s been like this for nearly an hour now,” the young Viking explained, his tone quieter but no less urgent than before. “It started after he accidentally swallowed a yellow eel. He fell ill almost immediately—developed a high fever, I think, then he became noticeably weak, and…” Hiccup’s body was taut, every muscle in him was bracing for the worst. His eyes darted to Toothless, but his dragon refused to meet his gaze, his pupils slit, with his body sinking lower to the ground, curling into himself, trying to make himself smaller in the face of whatever pain was coursing through him. 

Toothless’s breathing was shallow, his sides heaving slightly as he fought to stay still, to hide the tremors that racked his frame. Hiccup took a cautious step forward, but Toothless flinched at the movement, lowering his head as if to shield himself. “He refuses to let anyone near him. Not even me,” Hiccup finished, the last words a quiet confession that only deepened the worry on his face. 

“Won’t even let me close,” Hiccup whispered, his hand hovering just over Toothless’ back but never touching.

“Please, [Name], help him.” 

His voice was flat, but his expression said more than words could. He didn’t fidget, didn’t avert his gaze. You nodded once, not out of reassurance but acknowledgment, and moved past him. His red tunic smelled faintly of iron and damp leather, his sleeve brushing yours like paper worn thin.

Toothless was lying near the hearth, his body tense. His wings were pulled in close. His claws scraped lightly against the floor, his movements uneven and sluggish. His head remained low, eyes dull, unfocused. There was no protest, no attempt to move away.

You crouched beside him and opened your satchel. The supplies were still warm from being near the fire—clean cloths, crushed herbs, a sealed vial. Your fingers moved without hesitation, but your eyes scanned every detail of Toothless’s condition. His breathing was irregular. His tail had a slight swish, and the skin around his jaw looked strained. Whatever had happened to him, it was already spreading.

“I’ll do what I can,” you said.

You didn’t wait for thanks. There was no time.

The fire had burned low, its glow reduced to a warm shimmer beneath the stones, casting gentle light over the room’s stillness. You knelt beside Toothless, your hands steady as they hovered near his flank, gauging the subtle rise and fall of his breathing. The fever that had held him in its grip for so long had finally broken during the night, and now, for the first time in what felt like hours stretched into days, there was calm in the air.

He started to blink slowly. His head turned slightly toward you, his nostrils flaring with a soft, measured breath. His tail, which had remained curled protectively around his body during the worst of his illness, loosened and stretched faintly across the wooden floor. His throat rumbled with a sound so quiet you almost missed it—a low, cautious greeting, like a voice forgotten, then remembered.

You inhaled deeply, feeling the tension ease from your shoulders all at once

“He’s responding,” you said quietly, almost to yourself.

Across the room, Hiccup sat in a slump against the wall, his body slack from the exhaustion of too many sleepless hours. The blanket draped haphazardly over his legs had slipped to one side, revealing a tunic stained with soot and worry. His head, tilted at an uncomfortable angle, rested against the beam behind him. Even in sleep, his brows twitched with unease, his jaw faintly clenched—seeming as if he didn’t quite trust peace to last.

Toothless raised his weight, testing the strength in his limbs. He paused once, winced slightly, then adjusted his stance. The tremors that had racked his body earlier were gone, replaced by deliberate, if cautious, movement. His wings stretched, not in full flight, but enough to show that he could. It wasn’t strength, not yet—but it was progress. More than you had dared hope for yesterday.

Then, with surprising care, he began to walk. Each step was certainly slow, the soft pads of his feet brushing against the floor with faint thumps. He crossed the room without hesitation, his eyes never leaving the boy in the corner. When he reached him, Toothless lowered his head, pressing his snout gently against Hiccup’s arm. A quiet, purposeful sound left his throat—not loud, not demanding, but enough.

Hiccup stirred. His eyes opened blearily, and for a second, he looked confused, as if his mind hadn’t yet caught up to what was happening. Then his gaze focused on the dragon in front of him, and everything else fell away.

“You’re awake,” he said, voice hoarse and raw. He leaned forward, one hand lifting to rest on Toothless’s head, the contact hesitant at first, then grounding.

Toothless nudged him again, a bit firmer, with a breath that seemed almost like a sigh.

You let them have their moment.

It started the moment you stepped outside.

You didn’t say anything at first—you assumed Toothless was just being clingy, the way most dragons acted after being healed. A little spoiled, maybe. Like a puppy demanding belly rubs and scratches behind the ears. You’d seen it plenty of times before.

But then he didn’t just nudge at your hand for attention.

He got closer. Much closer.

Without a sound, Toothless lowered himself until his head was resting across your lap, the full weight of his trust pressing gently into you. His tail, smooth and sinuous, coiled loosely around your leathered boots—not in a possessive way, but as if anchoring himself to you. Like he didn’t want to drift too far, even at rest.

Your hand didn’t stop moving. You continued to pat his head, your palm caressing from the ridge of his nose to the top of his forehead in slow, steady passes. The texture of his scales came to be familiar with your touch now—cool and sleek like river stones warmed just slightly by the sun. You could feel the subtle rise and fall of his breath beneath your touch, each exhale a quiet puff of warmth against your clothes.

Hiccup had been watching from just behind, peeking curiously over your shoulder, his brow furrowed as he eyed his dragon with a mix of confusion and suspicion. He knew Toothless better than anyone—of that, there was no doubt. They were best friends, bonded for life, closer than brothers. He could read the Night Fury like a book, from the flick of his ear fins to the way his pupils shifted in size. But right now? Hiccup didn’t have a clue what was going through his dragon’s mind.

Toothless was being clingy—uncharacteristically so. That kind of affection, that gentle insistence to be close, was usually reserved for Hiccup alone. Or, on rare occasions, when Toothless decided he wanted someone’s food and pulled out that ridiculous, wide-eyed look he’d perfected over the years.

He didn’t offer his head to rest across laps like some tame house cat. And he especially didn’t wrap his tail around someone unless he absolutely meant it.

Hiccup hovered just behind your shoulder, shifting his weight with an almost imperceptible unease. His posture suggested casual interest, but there was a tension in the way his hands fidgeted near the leather harness, as if he needed something—anything—to justify standing that close. He leaned slightly over, his voice low and deliberately nonchalant.

“He’s, uh… made himself very comfortable,” he remarked, casually, though his tone betrayed a hint of something else, pretending a study of the saddle straps that he himself had fastened not even an hour earlier—though his eyes never once flicked to the gear. 

You didn’t answer right away. Your hand remained where it had been for the past few minutes, gliding in slow, absent circles across the midnight scales stretched over Toothless’s brow.

“He was restless earlier,” you murmured, eyes still on the sleek silhouette resting across your legs. “I think exhaustion finally caught up with him.”

Hiccup exhaled through his nose—a quiet, incredulous sound, the kind he often made when something didn’t quite add up. “Tired, huh?” he echoed, one eyebrow arched as he crossed his arms. “Right. Because Toothless is known for voluntarily laying down and offering his head like some… overgrown feline.”

“He’s been... different since he got better,” he said eventually. “Clingy, I guess. But only with you.” 

As if prompted by the remark, Toothless flicked one ear back lazily and released a deep, sonorous sigh—a low rumble that vibrated warmly against your legs. Then he adjusted his weight just slightly, curling tighter around your boots in a gesture so deliberate it might have been smug.

“You know,” Hiccup continued, now frowning slightly, “he only gets like this when I’m injured… or if there’s leftover fish and he’s trying to butter me up.”

You said nothing—only smiled faintly, the pads of your fingers tracing along the ridges where scale met bone. The rumble of the dragon’s throat deepened—a smug, vibrating hum that practically radiated satisfaction.

There was a pause.

And then, perhaps against his better judgment, Hiccup added under his breath, “Honestly, if I didn’t know better, I’d say he was flirting.”

That definitely caught your attention. You turned your head slowly, casting a glance over your shoulder with one brow arched so high it might’ve escaped orbit. Every line of your expression—your knitted brow, the sharp squint of your eyes, the downward curve of your mouth—broadcasts a very clear and unfiltered what the actual hell without needing to say a word.

Hiccup’s eyes widened, his brain seemed to catch up with his mouth a second too late.

“With you! I mean—not you—like, not literally!” Hiccup stammered, his words tripping over each other in a spectacular, crashing spiral of embarrassment, not knowing how to stop, he just continued. “Thors! Dragons don’t flirt. That’s not—I mean, I don’t think that’s how it works. I just meant—”  He stopped himself again, grimacing and raking a hand through his already-messy hair, as though hoping sheer friction could erase the mortifying sentence from reality. “I meant dragons don’t flirt! At least—I don’t think they do. Not in any, you know, intentional way. Not that you’re—ugh, never mind. Just forget I said anything.” He was done for. Absolutely cooked. And you? You just sat there, rigid as a stone sculpture, your entire expression locked in a state of horrified disbelief—lips drawn in a taut line, eyes slightly widened, your entire face twisted into that exact look you reserve for the unfortunate occasions whenever Gobber absentmindedly scratches his ass mid-conversation in front of you.

“Oh, by Odin’s beard. I sounded insane just now, didn’t I?” yes, yes you did. You wanted to say.

There was a loud snort.

Toothless lifted his head just enough to crack one luminous green eye open, as if to gloat. If a dragon could sport a smug grin, almost as if he were fully aware of the awkward tension hanging in the air and relishing every moment of it. Toothless was wearing it now—his posture relaxed, almost lazily victorious, as if he knew something the rest of you didn’t. It was a quiet, undeniable triumph. Then, with the most deliberate motion imaginable, the dragon raised his head just enough to nudge your arm... right into Hiccup’s thigh.

Your hand collided with him before you could stop it—fingers landing just above his knee. His leg jerked slightly. You froze.

He froze.

Even Toothless stopped moving, watching you both with an intensity that would’ve been terrifying if it weren’t so smug.

“I—he—what is wrong with you?” Hiccup half-whispered to his dragon, voice strained.

Toothless gave a tiny, airy chirp and nosed your hand again, this time with more force, like a toddler shoving two dolls together hoping they’d kiss.

“Well, if he is flirting,” you said, eyes glinting with amusement, “I’d say he’s got excellent taste.”

Hiccup let out a strangled noise, somewhere between a scoff and a nervous laugh, quickly raising his hand to shield his reddening face. “Please,” he muttered, voice nearly cracking in desperation, “I’m begging you. Don’t encourage him.”

A soft chuckle rumbled in your chest, the sound barely escaping as you continued to run your fingers along the smooth curve of Toothless’s jaw.

“Relax, Chief,” you teased lightly, your tone as calm as ever, well, nervous also, “I think your dragon just likes being pampered.”

“You know what,” he muttered, his hands already pulling toward the saddle straps, “I think his saddles make him itchy. I should change it.”

It continued after

New Berk lay quiet in the late afternoon, blanketed in the mellow hush that followed a long day’s labor. The skies were stained in hues of peach and gold, the sun dipping low behind the ridge, its last light brushing the rooftops with amber fire. Down by the dragon stables, you were crouched beside a weather-worn harness, your fingers working the frayed leather with practiced precision. The air smelled faintly of salt and dragon musk.

Toothless sat only a few feet away, his wings partially tucked, tail curled lazily around his paws—but his eyes never left you. That deep, verdant gaze tracked your every movement with a focus that was… unusually intent. For a moment, you swore he was studying you, like you were the dragon and he the expert.

The silence was broken by the familiar rustle of boots—well, boot, and the clink of a prosthetic leg against gravel. “Got the saddle gear you wanted—oh, hey, looks like someone started without me,” Hiccup called out

You offered a small smile. “Just got started. Figured I’d prep the straps while I waited.”

You glanced up as he jogged toward you, the dying light of the sun catching the mess of buckles and saddle slung over his shoulder. His tunic, stained with smudges of charcoal, bore the marks of the day’s labor. A grease-streaked cloth hung loosely from one shoulder, and smears of oil lined the edge of his jaw like war paint, a testament to the effort he’d put in.

“Gobber had the replacement buckles hidden under a crate labeled ‘Definitely Not Dragon Parts.’ I didn’t ask,” he added, crouching beside you with a huff of exertion.

Toothless twitched an ear.

Hiccup began to kneel down beside you—but before he could get comfortable, Toothless leaned in. It wasn’t aggressive. Just a firm, intended nudge with his snout to Hiccup’s side.

Which, unfortunately, was all it took.

With a muffled yelp and a sudden lurch of limbs, Hiccup lost his balance. In one swift, ungraceful motion, he toppled sideways—right into you. The unexpected impact sent you crashing backward, your back hitting the earth with a startled gasp. The air whooshed from your lungs as you were flattened to the ground, Hiccup landing awkwardly above you, his hands splayed in the dirt beside your shoulders as if trying to catch himself, but failing miserably.

You both froze.

For a moment, neither of you moved. Just the sound of the wind and Toothless’s faint chuckle broke the stunned silence. You lay there, staring up at him. Hiccup, his face flushed and eyes wide with embarrassment, shifted slightly, trying to regain his balance, but his awkward position only seemed to deepen the comedic nature of the situation.

“I—I swear that wasn’t me—he bumped me, I swear!” Hiccup stammered, his voice cracking under the strain of sheer mortification. His entire face flushed a vibrant crimson as if the embarrassment alone might send his ears into flames.

Toothless, meanwhile, let out a low, throaty trill—undeniably smug—before flopping onto his side with a soft fwump. He stretched his wings in a manner that could only be described as exaggerated satisfaction, purring contentedly like a mischievous feline who had just knocked over a vase and couldn’t be prouder of the chaos he’d wrought.

You laughed softly. “I think he’s trying to herd you.”

“Toothless,” Hiccup groaned, glancing at his dragon. “Stop it, I’m not a sheep!” He lifted himself just enough to look at Toothless, who was now shamelessly lounging in the grass, with an utterly smug look on his face.

Toothless chirped again—this time with what could only be interpreted as sure you’re not—and used the tip of his tail to slide a small stitched pouch directly between the two of you. The sewing kit skidded to a perfect stop at your knees, like he’d been practicing the maneuver all day.

“Yeah, he’s a real genius,” Hiccup grumbled as he shifted, trying to right himself. But the moment his hand pushed into the grass to grab the harness—wham. Toothless’s tail snapped out in a swift arc, tapping the small of Hiccup’s back.

And, just like that, Hiccup tumbled again. This time, he didn’t just lose his balance—he fully sprawled on top of you. His weight came crashing down with a perfect lack of coordination, and just like that, the last shred of dignity between you both evaporated in a heap of tangled limbs and groans.

Now it wasn’t just awkward—it was catastrophic. His face was far too close, hovering a few humiliating inches from yours. Everything else seemed to vanish. Your noses almost touched, and the proximity sent a rush of warmth through your chest that you didn’t quite know how to process. His hair, soft and surprisingly warm, brushed your cheek as he scrambled to push himself up, but instead of finding balance, he only succeeded in awkwardly elbowing you in the ribs.

The jolt of the impact made you wince, but the real sting came from the overwhelming closeness, the sheer absurdity of the situation, and the fact that neither of you could move without causing yet another small disaster. It was like the universe had conspired to take every shred of composure you both had left and toss it out the window.

Silence.

Well, except for the unmistakable sound of Toothless making a pleased little gurgle behind you, followed by the soft sound of him flopping dramatically onto his side like he’d just orchestrated the greatest comedic performance Berk had ever seen.

“I—I didn’t mean to—I mean he—Toothless—I swear he—” Hiccup stammered, his voice tripping over itself like a cart on cobblestones. He scrambled to push himself up, flinching every time his elbow threatened to jab your side again. His face was flushed a mortified crimson, a shade that clashed violently with the soot smudges across his cheek.

Hiccup looked like he wanted the earth to open up and swallow him whole. His wide eyes flicked to the ground, then back to you. You lay there, stunned, still half-flattened against the grass, your brain desperately trying to reboot from the shock of having Berk’s most awkward chief sprawled on top of you like a felled pine.

“I believe you,” you finally breathed, your voice catching somewhere between a laugh and a wheeze.

Hiccup’s face turned even redder, if that was even possible. “I—I’ll just… get up now. Slowly.”

“I swear,” Hiccup muttered, finally offering you a hand as he tried to extricate himself with the last scraps of his morality, “I’m usually much better at not falling on people.”

[sketchydoof]

Do they ever talk about that?

[annmaximoff18]

Y/N:You're going to ask me out.

Hiccup: What?

Y/N:You're going to take me to see the sunset, and it will be fantastic.

Hiccup: I... um...

Y/N: Maybe I'll give you a kiss at the end of the date.

Hiccup:k...kiss? ...Date?

Y/N:And I want flowers, yellow flowers, do you understand?

Hiccup:Yellow, yes, of course... of course, take it as a given.

Y/N: You better be, Hiccup.

[neztune]

Okay stupid doodle is complete since I could only think of Hiccstrid with this trend

[behidethetrees]

Hiccup as your boyfriend!

Pairing: Hiccup Haddock x fem! Reader

Contents: Lover boy hiccup, fluff, toothless mention <3

- You had known of hiccup since you were a kid. He is the son of stoick the vast, but he didnt act like it. He was clumsy, often tripping over his own two feet. Always causing chaos when he tried to help fight, and just wasnt cut out to be the next cheif of berk.

- Hiccup admired you from afar. He watched you as you trained, as you flicked your long hair back from your sweaty face and often adjusted your oversized viking hat that he thought was adorable. The determined look on your face and the way you swiftly moved through the air onto the ground with your sword caused a lump in his throat and his eyes to widen. As much as he loved watching you, he hated what you were training for because little did you know, or anyone knew, he had a dragon of his own.

- The day that you realized he just might be something was the day he saved you from a dragon. You were pinned down and helpless when a large dark figure flew over you and you felt human hands grab your waist. You were quickly thrown into the air, You noticed it was Hiccup that had grabbed you and sat you on a dragon that blended into the dark night sky. You hugged his back tightly, "Hiccup!" you screamed. “Its okay! Let me show you!” He yelled back. He flew you all through berk on his night fury and your fear slowly started to fade away. Since then, you and Hiccup became inseparable. Your new friendship surprised everyone that knew you and the boys in berk that wouldn’t leave you alone scoff out of jealousy. Hiccup had taught you that dragons werent dangerous, everyday you went with him to visit his night fury, toothless. Toothless showered you with affection just like he did with hiccup. In return, you taught hiccup skills for fighting and hunting. You two spent many days walking together in the forest, flying around, laughing. But you’d never forget the day you finally kissed him. His soft chapped lips were so sweet it gave you a toothache. The way he melted into your kiss and held your face in his hands like thats all they were made for.

- Hiccup is all about you. He carved your initials everywhere like his sword, the side of his helmet, on his gear. He is so loyal to the point he hates even being around another girl. He makes sure to ALWAYS mention he has a girlfriend. He is constantly talking about you to anyone, even if they had heard him a million times already. He talks about your days together, your accomplishments, how much he loves you. He often slacks off during tasks because his mind is so occupied with thoughts of you.

- Hiccup is big on physical touch. He loves to put his arm around your shoulder and hold you close as you two walk, grab your waist and pull you into a kiss, hug you from the back and bury his face into your neck. little things like fidgeting with your hair, with the fur on your clothes or holding hands. Everytime you two cuddle, he caresses your face and looks you in the eye, saying the sweetest things you've ever heard in the gentlest tone. He loves feeling close to you.

- Hiccup is fiercely protective over you. Hes also quite possessive, he watches everyone like a hawk, making sure no one gives you weird looks or talks down on you. The one time someone did, He almost got toothless to kill them until You stepped in. He knows you can defend yourself but he doesnt let you. He loves to take care of you and a part of his brain goes crazy at the thought of him not being there for you. He loves showing you off, twirling you around and kissing you in public, he loves showing that the most beautiful and strongest girl in berk is his.

- The little things matter to Hiccup. Doing absolutely nothing with you means absolutely everything to him. Embracing each other in silence meant more to him than anything this world could offer him. He kept everything that reminded him of you. your knife, a piece of your clothing, rocks that you picked out, The small doodles you would randomly give to him were in a neat stack beside his bed. every night he would go through them and softly smile, you often did things for him and it made it easier for Hiccup to sleep at night Knowing you thought about him and loved him.

- Hiccup loves long talks. You two sit on the edge of a cliff, watching the dragons fly and the clouds move while talking about anything ranging from funny jokes to deep, intelligent conversations. But with these conversations, Hiccup often feels like you’re too good for him. Youre so smart and brave and strong, He felt like he wasnt any of those things. He tends to overthink too much and hurt his own feelings, he needs constant Reassurance. Whenever you hold him, twirling strands of his hair with your finger, Saying words that sends unexplainable amounts of joy to his heart, He lets himself believe everything will be okay.

- Hiccup never had a clear view of his future. For the longest time he thought he was meant for failure and yearning for love for the rest of his life. but the course of his life took a drastic turn when he met toothless, he became the first viking to train a dragon. It took an even bigger turn when you found your way to Hiccup. He became the luckiest man in the world. Hiccup looked at you as the sun shined on your smooth skin, the sound of your soft breathing as you slept on toothless’s side with your little fingertips touching his hand, he knew you and his dragon was all he would ever need.

Requests!

A/N: hellloooo…? Remember me guys…? Im back!Its been a long year away i missed you guys! im currently obsesssing over the httyd live action so i decided a short cute hc would be perfect for my comeback <3 my obx and long fics WILL return dont worry guys, hope you enjoy!!!

[ddejavvu]

Maybe this is a hear me out, so hear me out please

It’s so obvious Hiccup is such a family man. So you know once you’re married and settled down, he becomes so desperate to give you a baby. Just an absolute menace

don't get me wrong, he is a total family man, but i think your first kid is an oops baby. vikings are not exactly known for their wide variety of condom options so i'd assume one of the first times you two have sex you end up pregnant. you panic because you're a little young, early twenties, just barely married, sure, but everyone gets married and has kids young on berk. what else is there to do?

throughout the pregnancy he's very caring and doting. he's a fantastic caretaker and he does everything but grow the baby himself to help you out. so when he gets to hold his baby for the first time and see you holding her too, he just. goes. crazy.

he decides this is the life for him. night after night he's stealing you away, after the baby's stopped nursing and you can get a night to yourselves. he's got the most insane baby fever but so do you, and you welcome not one, but two more kids within the next two years.

he's obsessed with hitting it deep and raw. he knows the chances of pregnancy are just the same even if he doesn't bury himself as far into you as he can get but pushing himself fully into your warm, wet cunt and bottoming out is what makes him cum anyways. he'll murmur that he's going to get you pregnant again, that he'll give you another baby and you'll have to quiet yourselves before you wake the whole house. you're getting dicked down every night, and he's obsessively watching you for symptoms just to see if anything took. at the first sign of morning sickness he's cheering, jumping around, and then remembering that you need someone to hold your hair back and fetching a bucket for you <3

[bahrtofane]

thinking thinking of enemies to lovers w Hiccup. Who can't decide why he hates you but by everything good in the world he hates you. 

Maybe it starts out as friendly competition in the skies when you get your own dragon. Slowly inching to beating his fastest times till one day you actually do it. No need for an all chicken diet. It's all hard work and practice. 

He holds that grudge for a while, at least till a new one takes its place. His father even has taken a liking to you, and Stoic can't stand most people on a good day. But he only sings your praises and it makes Hiccup go mad. 

On the edge things only get worse. There is no village crowd to keep you busy and separated. There's only so much island to go around, and the habitable part is only so large. 

You wake up earlier than him most days, which he hates. There's no reason to one up him on your sleeping schedule. Which by the way has no need to be as strict as it is. You go to bed at the same time every single night, no exceptions. Not even when it's a birthday, or if they get visitors. 

God he hates you. You're so stuck up you can't even join in birthday celebrations? Seriously? You get a few good words from the chief and you act like being seen with the rest of them is a crime. Good grief.  

Unfortunately, he’s the only one that seems to share this opinion of you. Because everyone else loves you. 

“I wish I had a sleep schedule like that.” Astrid sighs. And of course you flash your teeth in your signature smile telling her you'd love to help. 

Hiccup is going to be sick. 

Or when fishlegs need an extra set of eyes and hands for map making and book editing, he doesn't care about causing hiccups anymore with you around. Berks golden dragon rider everyone. Round of applause. 

Maybe when you two get separated from the rest of the gang in the middle of a snowstorm does all the pent up rage against you come to light. And maybe just maybe you're not as bad as he thinks, and your actions come from a place of well meaning. 

(And maybe the reason he hates you is that his crush on you has been going on for so long it's driving him crazy.)

So both of you hunker down on the only island you've found within an hour, freezing, clothes absolutely soaked. And huddled into a cave. At least there's a cave. Your dragons keep a fire going while your teeth chatter. 

Toothless raises his wings with your dragons and they move closer together. Subsequently pushing you and Hiccup closer till you're right up next to each other. 

Neither of you says anything. The chatter from earlier has long died down and you try not to stare too much. 

Your clothes are starting to dry, and you aren't as terribly cold as before. A win is a win. 

And maybe Toothless smacks his wings against Hiccup so he’s sent tumbling into you. And maybe you end up tangled together, staring at each other's lips till you push them together. 

And suddenly Hiccup understands his hate was never really hate. It was frustration, in never being able to do this before. 

When you get back you continue business and usual, only now Hiccup sends less scowls and more heart eyes your way. Everyone wins. Woho 

[revive-the-fandom]

What if Hicctrid had Zephyr wayyy early ?

[zynhttyd]

Pl Please and thank you, if not please ignore this. A request for Hiccup x reader, it can be placed in the first movie when there is the training against dragons, specifically the scene of Astrid scolding Hiccup with that dialogue "....our parents' fight will become ours" and reader defends him, reader (she does not understand dragons but she respects them and is interested in them but only she knows that), and defends Hiccup verbally to Astrid, just a small discussion, from then on Hiccup is interested in reader because she defended him and because reader is not afraid of dragons in the training, which is strange because she never attacks him directly but it is like driving away a beast and generates interest in him.

THE GUARDIAN ANGEL

pairings « hiccup haddock x f! reader »

✎ When you quietly hold your ground during dragon training—never striking first, only observing—Hiccup takes notice. You're the only one who treats dragons with a strange, distance, and when you defend him during a heated clash with Astrid, he starts to wonder if he’s not as alone in his thinking as he thought.

【warnings; none】

Ash clung to the air, dense as flour, stirred by each step across the rugged ground. A fine coat of soot blanketed the arena like dust on forgotten parchment, and the scent—smoke, scorched rope, and something faintly sulfuric—settled stubbornly in your clothes. The roof above, a precarious structure of chains and stone designed with a singular purpose: to imprison dragons, and prevent their flight, groaned and clanged against one another as the deep wind swept through the cavernous space.

Gobber’s voice bellowed through the dusted air: “Today, we teach you how to not die! Keep your limbs, keep your pride, and maybe—maybe—you’ll live to see dinner!” 

You tightened your grasp on the leather strap of your borrowed shield with rigid edges. It smelled like someone else's sweat and fire—ripe, acrid, and unmistakably used. Have you not any shame, oh, how you wished you could pinch your nose without looking like a complete amateur. After Gobber’s ‘I believe in learning the job’ you’d completely lost hope in finishing the academy training with the Deadly Nadder tailing your butts to destroy you with its spontaneous bursts of poisonous spines wherever it could fly. At least he had the time to explain that shields matter more than a sword.

“hey–Hey, you know I just happened to notice the book had nothing to do with night furies.” You hear a cranky voice just a wall behind you, assuming it was Hiccup, likely addressing Gobber. A Before you could react, a sudden burst of fire struck the wall—a Nadder’s blast—searing through the wooden wall and lighting up the space. The impact revealed your silhouette, exposed and clearly visible through the scorched gap.

“Today, it’s all about attack! Now get ye’ lots and butts movin’.” 

You took off running, swatting at the small flames that clung to your clothes. Heat nipped at your sleeves as you pushed forward, doing everything you could to stay ahead of the Nadder. Sharp talons scraped against the wood behind you, and you heard the distinct whir of spines being fired. You ducked instinctively, heart pounding.

“Nadders are quick and light on their feet.” Gobber peeked from above.  “Your job is to be quicker and lighter”

Easier said than done.

Turning a corner too fast, —only to slam into Fishlegs with full force. The impact sent both of you staggering, arms pinwheeling for balance, but managed to regain balance just in time. You managed to stay in your feet, just as a cluster of razor-sharp Nadder spikes thudded into your shield with a metallic crack. Others peppered the ground where you had stood seconds ago.

You would’ve been at peace if Gobber hadn’t insisted on training you, calling you a “wee lamb” that needed to transform into a “goat.” You’d been sleeping soundly, deep in the comfort of your blankets, your body relaxed and still. The world outside had faded away, the early morning stillness wrapping around you like a warm, quiet cocoon. Then, next thing you know your legs were up and high, snatched by his prosthetic hook.

“I’m really beginning to start questioning your teaching methods.” “So do I!”

You sprinted ahead, putting more distance between yourself and Fishlegs, hoping to draw the Nadder's attention elsewhere. The dragon’s growls echoed in your ears, but you kept your focus on the creature's movements, looking for any sign of weakness, any gap in its defense. You had to figure out its blind spot.

Ahead, you spotted Astrid and Snotlout, their bodies low to the ground sneaking away from the spined dragon. They were working their way around the Nadder, trying to avoid being noticed. Just as you were about to make your move, Hiccup arrived, his figure appearing in the distance.

Astrid glanced over at him, quickly waving for him to crouch. “Get down,” she murmured, the command almost sounding like a scold. Hiccup, however, was still going on about the Night Fury, oblivious to the urgency around him. Astrid peeked her head over the edge, her eyes scanning the Nadder’s movements, watching for any sign that it had walked away from their direction. Once the coast was clear, Astrid moved quickly, rolling her body to the other wall alongside Snotlout and you. 

Behind you, Hiccup tried to follow suit, but he wasn’t as quick. As he rolled, the weight of his shield caught the ground, sending a sharp scrape through the air that made everyone flinch. His eyes widened in mild panic as he scrambled to regain his balance.

The sound didn’t go unnoticed. The Nadder, its eyes scanning the area, whipped its head toward the noise, its focus shifting immediately from you to the others. In an instant, it let out a ferocious screech and surged upward.

“Don’t worry, babe, I got this.” Snotlout’s voice was as confident as ever, though you couldn’t quite tell if he was talking to you or Astrid––not that it made a difference. His grin was wide, almost too wide, as he swung his mace, aiming for the Nadder with all the flair of a showman.

But the moment the mace left his hand, it veered off course, flying wide and completely missing the dragon. It sailed past the dragon’s side. Way past. The Nadder didn’t even flinch as it soared past, instead charging straight toward them, its eyes locked on the three of you.

You turned to him, unimpressed, giving him a long, deadpan stare. “Really?”

He blinked, then raised a hand as if that explained everything. “The sun was in my eyes, [Name].” Before you could even reply, the Nadder reared back and spewed a burst of fire. “What do you want me to do? Block out the sun? I could do that, but I don’t have time right now.”

Hiccup stood in place, still distracted, flipping through the pages of the dragon manual and pointing out something to Gobber. “They probably took the daytime off, right? Like a cat—’”

“Hiccup!” you barked, but he didn’t take notice. The Nadder roared and charged again, this time lunging straight for Astrid.

“Hiccup!” Gobber called out

“Hiccup!” Astrid shouted too, her voice laced with both panic and fury. She sprinted across the shaky remains of the training structure, the Nadder crashing after her, claws tearing into the wood as it climbed with terrifying speed. You watched from below, tense, trying to find an opening to help—but everything was collapsing too fast.

“Look out!” you yelled.

She lost balance and fell—straight onto Hiccup, knocking them both to the ground with a heavy thud. The air left his lungs in a wheeze, but the worst of it wasn’t the impact—it was the sharp clang that followed. Astrid’s axe, still tightly gripped in her hand during the fall, drove straight into the rim of Hiccup’s shield. The metal bit into the wooden frame and lodged itself deep, the two now stuck together awkwardly.

“Ooh, love on the battlefield,” Tuffnut snickered, elbowing his sister as he peeked over the edge of a half-crushed platform.

“She could do better.” 

You wanted to help, but the Nadder was almost free from the stacked pile of wood, its claws scraping against the debris as it struggled to get out. Every second counted.

"Let—let me... why don’t you—?" Hiccup stammered, trying to talk to Astrid, taking off her hand from squishing his face. He was still holding onto his shield, clearly trying to make sense of the chaos, but Astrid wasn't having it. She leaped forward, eyes locked on the Nadder, now fully freed from the pile of wreckage. Panic surged through her, and she pushed her foot onto Hiccup’s face with an unceremonious shove, yanking the axe from his shield with a sharp jerk.

Before Hiccup could react, Astrid was already swinging the axe, driving it into the Nadder’s advancing form. The force of the blow knocked the dragon back, sending it reeling. The sheer power in her movement was enough to force the Nadder to hesitate, if only for a moment, as it tried to regain its footing.

Ignoring your weapon, you threw it aside, the clatter barely registering as you focused entirely on the dragon. You rushed forward at the same time, your own fists raised, staying close to Astrid as the Nadder snarled, its fiery eyes narrowing. The tension in the air was palpable, the ground would be shaking with each step the dragon took if it didn’t have light feet.

You stepped forward, standing firm in the Nadder's path, trying to get its attention. No weapons. Just your instincts. You weren't going to fight this dragon with blades; you had to be smarter. 

"Hey, hey!" you called, voice steady despite the adrenaline flooding your system. The Nadder’s head swung toward you, its eyes narrowing.

The dragon was close now, its massive, scaly head turning toward you, its nostrils flaring as it caught your scent. You raised your arms, palms open, trying to appear larger, more intimidating. You shouted, not out of fear, but to be heard above the mess.

“Get away from them!”

The Nadder snarled in response, its tail flicking to the side as if it might strike you. But you didn’t flinch. You couldn’t afford to. In a matter of speaking, you weren’t exactly the type to fight dragons. They intrigued you—fascinated you in a way that made it hard to see them as mere enemies. You weren’t one to simply engage in a battle with something you didn’t understand, especially when their behavior wasn’t entirely rooted in malice.

You knew this was a high-risk situation, but you weren’t about to make things worse by provoking it further. Your eyes stayed locked on the Nadder as you slowly approached, hands up, keeping your posture calm and open. The dragon’s fiery gaze met yours, and for a split second, it seemed to hesitate, assessing you, its growls softening.

This wasn’t a fight—it was a standoff. And you weren’t going to fight if you didn’t have to.

Hiccup was still laying down to the ground, his eyes narrowed in concentration as he watched the scene unfold. The Nadder was on the offensive, its spines raised, ready to strike. The rest of the group was scrambling, trying to keep the dragon at bay with their weapons, but you... you weren’t doing what everyone else was.

A few tense moments passed. Then, with an almost reluctant grunt, the Nadder turned, its body coiling as it began to retreat, its fiery breath dissipating into the air.

You stood still, watching it leave. Only when it had fully backed off did you allow yourself to exhale, the adrenaline of the encounter still buzzing in your chest.

"You didn’t even use your weapon," Astrid said, her voice sounding a bit more incredulous than usual as she caught up with you. Her eyes were still wide, likely processing what had just happened.

Gobber, who had been watching the whole exchange from the sidelines, let out a low whistle of approval. "Well done, Astrid and [Name]." His gravelly voice was full of respect, and that made you feel a little less on edge.

Just as you were about to pat Astrid on her shoulder, however, her focus changed—badly—to Hiccup. Her eyes burned with frustration, the fire in them hard to ignore. “Is this some kind of a joke to you?” she spat, her fists clenched at her sides. “Our parents' war is about to become ours! Figure out which side you’re on.”

Hiccup shrank back slightly, fiddling with the strap of his tunic, his voice faltering. “I was just—”

“No, you weren’t,” Astrid interrupted, her voice sharp, her eyes narrowing as she stared down at him. “You never fight back. What happens when that hesitation gets one of us burned alive, huh? What if it’s me? Or him?” She jabbed her finger toward Snotlout, who looked momentarily offended, furrowing his brow at the gesture.

“Hey, hey, calm down, Astrid. Leave him alone.”

Hiccup looked up, surprised. The words weren’t directed at him—they were directed at Astrid, but somehow, they wrapped around him like a shield. You gave him a hand and helped him get up. His breath caught in his throat as you stepped forward, standing between them with an easy, almost casual determination. You were standing up for him. He wasn’t used to that, especially not from someone who he had never tried to make a conversation with. Now, you and Hiccup weren’t close, nor were you friends. but something about the situation made you act.

Astrid whipped her head toward you, her frustration evident in the tight line of her mouth, though now there was a flicker of confusion mixed in with the anger. “What? You’re going to defend him now?”

You nodded, standing your ground. “He’s trying to figure things out, Astrid. You don’t have to push him this hard. We’re all under pressure, but that doesn’t mean you get to tear each other apart.” 

“And it’s not like we asked the Gods to give the responsibility of our parents to us,” you said, your voice a little more strained than you intended. Hiccup looked up at you, his brow furrowed, his hands still clasped tightly in front of him. He hadn’t expected that response. Neither had you. It just slipped out.

“Eh, she’s got a point there, lass.”

Astrid’s eyes flicked to you, her jaw tight. But she didn’t say anything. With a sharp exhale through her nose, she turned on her heel and walked off, boots striking the ground with clipped steps. The others followed in silence—Snotlout tossing a last glance back, Fishlegs adjusting his belt awkwardly, Ruff and Tuff muttering to each other but keeping close behind.

None of them looked at Hiccup.

Only Astrid’s shoulders stayed tense as she disappeared around the corner of the training paddock. Her anger wasn’t aimed at you—you could feel it in the way she hadn’t met your eyes. It was Hiccup she couldn’t even look at.

You didn’t stay behind like usual. Not today. You threw your gear over your shoulder, kept your head down, and started walking away—off the academy grounds, past the watchtower, and down the slope that led toward the cliffs. You thought of catching some fresh air in the woods, they normally have great scent due to the petrichor after raining.

“Hey—wait, [Name]!”

You slowed slightly but didn’t turn. You could hear him fumbling behind you. The voice was familiar—uncertain, hurried—but you’d recognize Hiccup’s anywhere, nervous, a little hoarse and scrawny like the cry of a newborn yak. You heard his boots scuff as he jogged to catch up, the unevenness of his steps telling you he wasn’t used to chasing people down. His voice always sounded a little too big for him, like he’d borrowed it from someone braver.

He reached your side, a little out of breath, one hand holding the strap of his satchel as if it might anchor him. “You—uh—you left kind of fast.”

“Food won’t wait for me,” you said, not breaking stride. The excuse slipped out easily, but it was a half-truth at best.

Hiccup hesitated, looking ahead before speaking again. “Why... why did you defend me?” Hiccup finally asked. He wasn’t sure if he even wanted to hear the answer. Part of him thought he didn’t deserve it—he hadn’t earned it. He’d been a disappointment to so many already.

You glanced at your back. His expression wasn’t angry or accusatory—just... confused. Tentative. Like someone standing on a frozen lake, unsure how thick the ice really was.

“You didn’t have to do that,” he said. “Back there… with Astrid. I mean, she wasn’t wrong. I mess things up. All the time.” There wasn’t self-pity in his voice—at least not the performative kind. It was just fact, spoken plainly. Like he’d memorized that line after hearing it too often.

“Don’t think of yourself badly, Hiccup.” Hiccup looked down, brow furrowed. He kicked at a pebble near his foot, watched it skip across the path.

“You’re brave,” you added, your voice softer now. “Not in the way people like Astrid think of it. But in your own way. The kind that matters.”

He blinked. For a moment, he didn’t seem to know what to do with your words. Then he laughed under his breath—a short, awkward sound, more surprised than amused.

“I don’t feel very brave,” he murmured.

“Most brave people don’t,” you replied.

“Thanks,” he said finally, quietly. “For saying that. For... being there.”

From that evening on, Hiccup started sticking closer than ever, almost as if he’s your second shadow.

At first, it was subtle. He'd show up early to group meetings, always managing to sit beside you even when the others rearranged themselves chaotically. He'd offer to carry an extra pack, pass you a flask of water without asking, or stand just a step behind you when tensions with the others ran high—as if your presence somehow steadied him.

Then it became impossible not to notice.

You’d turn a corner in the stables and there he’d be, scribbling in his sketchbook but glancing up the moment your heels hit the stone floor. He trailed you during patrol shifts under the pretense of wanting “extra field experience,” and at mealtime, his tray would somehow always end up across from yours. You never called him out on it. You didn’t need to. And strangely enough, you didn’t mind.

Whenever you were out in the field, testing your own methods—fast, unorthodox, bordering on reckless—Hiccup’s eyes never left you. Not once. While the others braced for dragon fire or fumbled with their shields, he’d be watching you, his gaze locked in quiet awe, trying to memorize the way you moved, how you timed your shifts between evasion and precision, like you were dancing with danger rather than dodging it.

You called him out the third time it happened.

“You’re gonna get torched if you keep staring like that,” you snapped, yanking him behind cover after a Nadder’s blast barely missed his leg. “Keep your eyes on the dragon, not on me.”

At first, the others teased him for it. Snotlout made howling noises every time Hiccup moved to follow you, and Ruffnut started keeping an imaginary tally—“That’s ten sightings today, folks. At this rate, he’ll be part of [Name]’s shadow by next week.” But Hiccup didn’t rise to it. He didn’t deny it, didn’t make excuses. He just gave them that sheepish smile of his and kept doing what he was doing.

[bluejulius]

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