#hiccup haddock oneshot

[ddejavvu]

m.list - hiccup haddock

fics:

Excuse Me, Barmaid (Series - Ongoing)

You and Me, As One (Series - Ongoing)

The Red Death

blurbs:

lazy makeouts with hiccup

pulling hiccup's hair

hiccup pulls your hair

falling asleep on toothless

riding backwards on toothless to face hiccup

hiccup helps you stop biting your nails

hiccup likes watching you

hiccup + anal

hiccup x plus size!reader

hiccup is an ass man

hiccup + casual dominance

hiccup + casual affection

hiccup x freak!reader

hiccup talks you through it

hiccup with a reader who bites

toothless won't stop interrupting you and hiccup

dick headcanons

hiccup pulls your ponytail to slow you down

hiccup with a reader who's afraid of flying

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Yearning | Hiccup Haddock

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

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

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

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

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

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

Never in public. Never discussed. Never claimed.

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

It was never supposed to happen like this.

That’s what Hiccup told himself every time.

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

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

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

Snap.

His mouth crashed against yours.

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

You bit his lip. He groaned.

This was wrong.

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

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

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

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

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

"Prove it," you challenged.

And he did.

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

It was reckless. It was messy.

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

Wiping your eye makeup, you glanced at him again.

"We can't keep doing this."

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

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

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

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

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

You scoffed. "You don't know that."

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

The silence that followed was thick, suffocating.

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

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

I want you to choose me.

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

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

But you didn't say any of that.

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

Hiccup flinched.

For a heartbeat, neither of you moved.

The forge door rattled.

You both stiffened.

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

Hiccup didn't take his eyes off you.

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

A pause. Then footsteps retreating.

You exhaled, slow and deliberate.

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

Hiccup caught your wrist.

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

Then he let go.

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

And just like that, you were gone.

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

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

Hiccup missed you, but he was content.

Until fucking Erik.

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

And then it got worse.

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

He just… wanted you.

And you--

You let him.

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

It was. That was the worst part.

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

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

It burned.

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

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

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

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

The final straw came during the evening feast.

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

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

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

Astrid elbowed him. "You’re glaring."

"I’m not glaring," Hiccup muttered.

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

Hiccup didn’t care.

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

And then--

Then you leaned into it.

Something inside Hiccup snapped.

He stood abruptly, knocking over his drink.

Silence fell.

Every eye in the hall turned toward him.

You looked up, startled.

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

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

Guilt?

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

Hiccup turned on his heel and walked out.

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

The Night Fury nudged his shoulder with a whine.

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

Toothless huffed, unimpressed.

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

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

Hiccup's breath caught in his throat.

You were glowing.

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

It was easy.

It was right.

And it destroyed him.

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

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

Toothless flicked his ear, unimpressed.

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

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

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

Stop.

The word burned through him, sharp and sudden.

Stop pretending.

Stop running.

Stop letting her go.

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

Toothless perked up immediately, tail lashing in anticipation.

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

The Night Fury didn’t hesitate.

They dove.

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

The man stumbled back, coughing.

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

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

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

Hiccup ignored him.

His gaze was locked on you.

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

You raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then his fist connected with Erik's jaw.

The crack echoed across the docks.

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

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

"You son of a--"

Hiccup cut him off.

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

"Haddock, I swear--"

"Go. Now."

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

Then he stopped and turned back.

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

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

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

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

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

Erik stumbled back.

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

Erik paled.

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

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

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

Silence settled over the docks.

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

You stared at him, heart pounding.

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

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

You nodded, looking out over the horizon.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Good."

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

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

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

"You did. You hid me, Hiccup."

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

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

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

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

"Yeah. You are pretty stupid."

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

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

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

You sniffled, looking up at him through wet eyelashes.

"Really?"

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

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

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

You beamed.

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

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

You stumbled, following him.

"Where are we going?"

He smiled in amusement.

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

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

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

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

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

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

You took a deep breath, nodding against his palms.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[heliads]

The Natural Way of Things

Based on this request: "I was wondering if you could do a hiccup x goddess reader who control nature and I was wondering if you could set in httyd 2 where the reader uses her titan to fight drago and the alpha but she sacrifice her life for berk as she freezes to death (like nari from trollshunters)"

i have not actually seen trollhunters so i hope i still managed to do this request justice <3 it was so good (and i would never pass up an opportunity to do angst!)

masterlist

Hiccup is wasting his time. He’s avoiding his father’s call to come help with chieftain duties yet again, which means that Hiccup is searching for any and all excuses to stay hidden. Right now, he’s sifting through old chests buried deep in the recesses of his family’s house. Some of this stuff hasn’t been found in years, which is exactly the energy Hiccup is trying to channel at the moment.

Perusing the stacks of generations-old note keeping, he’s struck by one chest in the back. Judging by the style of inlaid designs, it’s among the oldest here. Spiderwebs practically tie the thing down, and there’s enough dust coating the top that it appears to have undergone a recent snowfall.

Curious, Hiccup reaches for the iron lock securing the lid in place. It has garnered enough rust over the past couple hundred years that it twists off in his hands, whoops. He carefully places it aside, promising himself that he’ll look into getting that fixed even though he knows full well that he won’t.

Hiccup lifts the top of the chest, leaning it back against the wall. There isn’t much inside, a few old spearheads and archaic treasures that every chieftain keeps around in the hopes of inspiring some kind of story. Hiccup’s about to declare the whole venture worthless when his eyes catch on a handmade leather satchel at the very back.

Great pains have been taken to keep the thing closed, with a significant number of cumbersome stitches lacing the opening shut. However, time and age have conspired to make the thread weaken, and the leather has gaped open just enough so that Hiccup can see a scrap of paper tucked away inside. He can make out some kind of writing scrawled onto the page, but in the mere half-light of the torch glowing in the brazier beside him, he can’t tell what it says.

Hiccup considers the fact that he probably shouldn’t be opening this, just going off of the efforts his ancestors have gone to in order to keep the thing shut, then decides to open it anyway. Ancient traditions are no match for teenage boredom.

The years have weakened the threads enough that Hiccup can open the leather pouch with ease, and seconds later he pulls out the paper and unfolds it in his hands. The words detailed on the page are in his language, but they seem antiquated, and describe some sort of process that has long gone out of fashion, if it was ever in fashion at all.

Hiccup stands up, walking closer to his torch so more light can fall on the aged paper. Brow furrowed, he starts to read aloud, although what he’s saying seems more like meaningless gibberish than anything else.

Towards the end of his unintelligible sermon, Hiccup realizes that he recognizes the syllables his mouth is shaping. A long time ago, he and a couple of friends had stumbled upon ancient texts in what served as the Berk record keeping area. His father had been furious when he discovered the kids paging through what Hiccup later found out were pagan spells, the stuff of nightmares.

This writing looks exactly like those spells, and as Hiccup keeps going, he feels something change in the air, as if the ground is no longer as solid beneath his feet. A sudden wind comes, despite the fact that he is indoors, and scatters the dust on the multitude of chests still littering the room. Hiccup blinks to ward off the sudden change in pressure, and when he opens his eyes again, he is no longer alone.

Hiccup stumbles back in surprise. There’s a young woman standing before him, and although she appears to be about his age, Hiccup has long since learned that you can never trust your eyes on matters like this.

He regards her cautiously, still unwilling to recover the distance he lost. “Who are you, and why are you here?”

The woman laughs, and the sound reminds Hiccup of wind moving through trees, the deep rustle of leaves against branches. “Why am I here? I assumed you would know, you’re the one who summoned me.”

“I summoned you?” Hiccup asks. He feels that he should be more aware of that. Shouldn’t someone know if they were summoning people?

The woman nods, like he’s an idiot. “Yeah, you read the summoning spell. What do you people need now? If you say a miracle, you’ll have to be more specific. I think I’m going to start performing random miracles if I get asked that one more time. Maybe I’ll grant your enemies unlimited harvests or something.”

Hiccup is feeling more confused by the second. “You can grant miracles?”

The woman spreads her hands. “Well, among other things, yeah.” She takes in the bewildered look on his face and sighs. “You don’t know who I am, do you?”

Hiccup winces. “Not at all, sorry. I just found that spell, but I don’t know what it does.”

The woman considers him a moment longer, then shrugs. “Cool. Less work for me, at any rate. I’m Y/N, by the way.”

Hiccup nearly chokes. “Like the nature goddess?”

She flashes him a grin, bright as the flame of a torch. “Exactly like the nature goddess. Your ancestors must have had a summoning spell and never talked about it. I can’t blame them, I’m contractually obligated to answer at least one request and I could do anything from promising you that you’ll never face a drought to smiting your foes.”

Y/N smiles, as if this casual smiting offer is nothing to worry about. Hiccup’s fairly sure that it is, though.

“Uh, I don’t need anything right now, I think. I’m sure some of the other people in the village might need you, though, maybe with their harvests or something.”

Y/N looks intrigued by this. “I think you’re the first person to think about someone else when offered a godly favor.”

Hiccup swallows hard. “What does that mean?”

She grins again. “It means I like you more than the rest, obviously. Now, I could technically go back to Asgard, but it has been a little boring of late, and I wouldn’t mind the distraction. Do you mind if I walk around your village for a while? I’d love to see what humanity is up to from your point of view.”

Hiccup nods a little too quickly. “Yeah, no problem.”

He’s now got a friendly goddess just casually strolling around beside him. No problem at all, right?

Wrong. He is so afraid of doing something to make her angry and risk the incurrent smiting of his village that Hiccup can barely think straight. Eventually, she takes pity on him, and tells him straight up to start stressing so much.

“I’m not going to kill you, or anybody you know. I swear it. Now, can you please stop panicking? Your pacing is freaking out the birds.”

Hiccup freezes mid-pace. “Uh, sorry. I just don’t know how to deal with this, I guess. I’ve never met a goddess before.”

Y/N leans against a nearby tree and considers this. “Most people don’t. The gods like to stay up in their respective domains or Odin’s palace. I suppose I’m the exception. I think you guys are fun.”

Hiccup lifts a brow. “Thanks, I think. If you had the chance, though, why would you choose to walk with mortals if you could go live with the gods forever? I figure we’d be way more of a mess.”

Y/N points a finger at him. “See, that’s exactly why I don’t want to be with the gods. So many of us get distracted with immortality that they’re a dreadful waste of company. Most of the time, we don’t die, but some of the gods spend so many years trying to avoid a potential fate that they don’t actually live. They’ll stay up there forever, not any different from when they were first born. Humans change so fast, but the gods linger on forever.”

Hiccup blows out a slow breath as he thinks about this. “Isn’t it terribly boring, then? To go so long and be the same person forever?”

Y/N nods. “Exactly. That’s why we do things like cause human wars or visit human villages. It never lasts long, but it does break the monotony.”

Hiccup taps a hand absentmindedly against his leg. “If you’re here to break the monotony, can I ask that you stick to the ‘visiting human villages’ part and not start wars? We’re not really in a position for that.”

This is quite true- thanks to all the dragons, Berk is in a bit of a precarious position, and not just because one poorly timed blast of fire could send the entire town plummeting into the sea. Hiccup really doesn’t think he could take a war right now, not since he’s trying to figure out how to be a chieftain due to the possibility that his dad is going to retire over the course of the next couple of years.

Y/N smirks. “I’ll do my best. Besides, I don’t really want to cause a war. I just want to go around, hearing what the earth has to say and maybe fixing a few things along the way. Some of your cliffs need maintenance, and having so many fire breathing dragons smoking up the place really isn’t great for your air quality.”

Hiccup shrugs. “Stay as long as you like. I wouldn’t mind the company.”

He probably shouldn’t be so forward with a goddess, but the words are already out there, so it’s not like he can really do anything about it. Besides, Y/N smiles at him so brightly the second he says it that Hiccup doesn’t mind his lack of a filter.

As it turns out, having Y/N stay in Berk is absolutely amazing. At first, Hiccup didn’t really know what to do, whether or not he’s supposed to treat her like the divinity that she is or just as he would another mortal. In the end, Hiccup decides to act as if she’s a friend, and soon enough, that is exactly what she becomes. Being near her lets him look at the world through the eyes of someone who’s been around for quite a long time, and Hiccup develops a better appreciation for all of the small quirks that make Berk what it is.

Even his father’s obvious hints that Hiccup will one day take up the mantle of village chieftain don’t seem so bad. It’s what would always happen, that much is clear, but talking to Y/N made him realize that he doesn’t have to fear the passage of time. The years will come, they always do, but the best way to live is to face everything head-on. That’s how you make the memories that matter most, after all.

Hiccup thought he could handle everything that would come his way. He was sure of it, in fact, after a couple months went by and he still doesn’t have to face a world without Y/N there beside him.

Yet why is it that he stands alone now, watching a funeral barge burst into flames? Hiccup believed that he was ready to face everything the world could throw at him, but it turns out that he was very, very wrong. There is one thing that he cannot bear, and that is the death of his father. His mother is now here, somewhere in the background behind him, but Hiccup can’t just switch out one parent for the next and pretend that everything is the same.

This hurt cuts like a blade, and there is no way to escape its dull agony. The loss pierces every aspect of Hiccup’s life, even in the ways he didn’t expect. Adjusting the sword at his belt, Hiccup remembers the first time his dad taught him how to handle a weapon. Staring out at the ocean, Hiccup pictures memories of himself when he was little, learning how to swim or sail a boat or anything that Stoick could teach him. All of that is gone now, except for the pictures in his head.

He will have his revenge, of that there is no question. Hiccup forms a band of soldiers willing to fight. Among them are his childhood friends, now grown into warriors of their own right, his newly rediscovered mother, and Y/N. Hiccup got the initial sense that she didn’t want to take part in the conflicts of mortals, but she refused to leave his side if it meant getting payback for the death of his father. Now, she’s dressed in a god’s battle armor, and he doesn’t think there has ever been a better sight.

Drago doesn’t know what’s coming for him, that much is certain. Hiccup’s party touches down on the battlefield, swords drawn and battle cries howling from throats. Hiccup feels a rush of adrenaline unlike anything he’s ever known before, and it is utterly fantastic. In the past, he’s worried about not becoming a great warrior like his father, but he changes that tide of history today. Right now, Hiccup is deadly, he is bloodthirsty, he is ready. He is his father’s son.

That isn’t to say that the fight isn’t difficult, though, far from it. Hiccup manages to break Toothless from Drago’s dragon’s hypnosis, but the larger dragon is still out and killing swathes of fighters at a time. Something has to be done about it, but Hiccup has no idea how to take on the dragon and its master while they’re still rampaging like the gods themselves.

Someone moves beside him, and Hiccup turns to see Y/N walking up, her eyes fixed on the scene ahead.

“We have to take out the dragon. After that, we can kill Drago, no problem.” She says, and Hiccup nods in agreement.

“The only problem is that I don’t know how. Toothless barely survived the hypnosis, I don’t know if he can take another strong fight.”

Y/N considers this, then turns to him. “I know how.”

Hiccup cocks his head to the side, trying to figure out why she looks so sad all of a sudden. “What do you mean?”

She smiles, and Hiccup doesn’t think he’s ever seen a happy expression look so utterly tragic. “You’ll see in a moment. It’s just- you’ve made this all worth it, you know? All of it. Thanks for giving me a chance to live.”

Y/N reaches out to squeeze his hand once, and then she turns and runs, sprinting down towards the battlefield until she can reach Drago and his dragon face to face. She spreads her arms, and the very earth itself shakes and cracks, rising suddenly until it seems taller than a mountain. It moves with her every command, stalking almost like an animal towards the enemy dragon.

The dragon snarls a blast of sheer ice towards Y/N’s earthen creation, which falters but continues on. The soil around her seems damaged, though, something Drago notices with a delighted cackle. Seconds later, the enemy dragon shoots ice again, this time not directed at Y/N’s natural challenger but at her. She stumbles, the entire ground shaking for miles around, and almost falls.

Hiccup thinks he screams, but he can’t tell. Someone’s holding him back, and no matter how hard he tries, he cannot run to her. The ice was too strong, while she was expending too much energy trying to maintain her creation. It’s killing her, he can tell that much, but even as the ice climbs slowly and resolutely towards her, she forces her creature forward. It slams into the dragon, shoving a spear of rock down its throat.

The dragon chokes on it, spitting out soil, but it’s too late, and it curls in on itself and moves no more. Y/N, though, is lost as well. The ice reaches her now, crawling up her vines and stones until it touches her hands. From there, it spreads in seconds, hardening the very heart that Hiccup has grown to admire. She has time to look back at him just the once, so Hiccup has the perfect view as the ice fully encases her. Seconds later, it shatters, and Hiccup is left with nothing to remember her by but his memories yet again.

From there, it is easy to kill Drago. Down his primary dragon, Drago is just a man, and Hiccup is filled with enough wrath to throttle a thousand warriors. Once it’s done, and once the dragons have been freed, it still isn’t enough. Hiccup is consumed by grief. Losing his father should have killed him, but losing Y/N? It wasn’t even a possibility that he could consider.

Hiccup doesn’t entirely remember how he got back to Berk. Maybe someone got him onto his dragon so Toothless could fly him home, but he has no recollection of the journey. Hiccup wakes up potentially days later, although he wishes he could go to sleep for another couple of years. Maybe when he finally forces himself out of unconsciousness in a decade or so, he’ll finally be ready to face the immense loss he feels right now.

Turning over onto his side in an attempt to block out the light peeking in through his windows, Hiccup’s gaze catches on something folded neatly on a table near his bed. Sitting up, he reaches for it, and realizes that it’s a letter. He opens it, and what is written inside makes the tears course even more readily than before.

Dear Hiccup,

If you’re reading this note, it means I wasn’t able to retrieve it, and I’m probably dead. I thought something like this would happen; I have never been one for combat, but I think you knew that. Gods cause wars, they don’t fight in them. I wasn’t ready for this, but if it meant protecting you and your village, I would die a hundred times over again. I have made my peace with this, and so must you.

I’m sorry to leave you after yet another loss, but it must happen. The earth will keep on surviving even if I’m gone, don’t worry about that, but it still needs people to look after it. Plant a tree or something for me, will you? Anything to make sure it stays around.

I have to go now, you’re calling for me and I want to be ready with my answer. Don’t let yourself be dragged down by this, Hiccup, I have always liked your smile too much for that.

I just realized that you first met me with a letter, and now I’m saying goodbye with one too. I suppose Fate has a sense of humor when it comes to its favorite characters. You were mine, if it means anything.

Y/N L/N

It takes Hiccup a long time to stop clutching the paper, even after his tears mar the paper and smudge her scrawled handwriting. He’s already broken her wish to keep his chin up, but he can hardly help that, can he?

At some point, he forces himself to put the letter down and step outside his cabin. He isn’t strong enough to see people yet, especially because he knows that they’ll try to talk to him about this, so he disappears into the woods instead. He moves blindly at first, not really caring about where he’s going or what he’s doing, but eventually he stops in a clearing, and looks around.

It’s beautiful here, he can admit that. The morning sun is shining through the trees, and birds call out greetings from their hidden vistas in branches and on top of cliffs. If he tries, he thinks he can sense her here, somewhere, in this place that was her home. The earth is hers, all of nature is hers, and now here he is, trying to find her again. Hiccup closes his eyes, and when a breeze ripples through the glen, he swears that he can almost feel a hand in his.

Perhaps he isn’t so alone after all.

requested by @chocotacobread, thank you for your patience in my getting this out!

disney tag list: @rogueanschel, @lovesanimals0000, @thatfangirl42, @amortensie, @avadakadabra93

[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]

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 

[pinkolve]

Habits-Hiccup Haddock 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

Summary: Some of the many unique habits Hiccup has, that you notice and admire every time.

Genre: Fluff, angst if you squint, headcanons? (I don't know if that counts as a genre)

CW: GN!Reader as far as I'm aware, no use of Y/n, no pronouns (If I used pronouns somewhere pls let me know so I can change/remove them), second person point of view, Hiccup headcanons, possible ooc Hiccup (This is my first attempt at writing for him, not sure if I have his personality down yet), Implied Autistic!Hiccup, a few of these habits can be associated with autism, also kind of Autistic!Reader if you squint really hard, Reader has a dragon named Artemis (He's an OC I made and added to the fic for story purposes), Reader yells at a man who insults Hiccup, and I think that's it!!!

Word Count: 2.2k

A/N: I saw a TikTok by @tiredgoul and his headcanons HEAVILY inspired this fanfic...So a big thank you to him!!

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

When you first started dating Hiccup, you took notice of his habits very quickly. Even before you were officially together, you noticed a lot of things most people didn’t. Hiccup always insisted he hated it, but in reality it was one of the main reasons he fell in love with you.

----

You follow after him, watching him storm off towards the edge of the cliff. He had just gotten into an argument with his father, rushing off to find some peace. You slowly creeped after him, walking quietly so you wouldn’t startle him. Hiccup was a lot like a deer, or any animal for that matter.

He huffs out a heavy breath, falling down onto the stones beneath him. He throws his legs over the edge, watching the ripples in the ocean below. He had sensed your presence but he also sensed how far away from him you were, he knew you were keeping a safe distance. After a few fights, you knew not to pressure him into talking.

You walk up beside him, sitting on the edge yourself. You make sure to keep a good distance between you, you being there was all he needed in the moment. He didn’t want to explain, or receive advice, or even be touched. It wasn’t until he met you that he realized it was a normal way to feel. Everyone around him always wanted those things, even when they didn’t want to talk at first; they came around to it a lot sooner than he did. Then he met you, and he witnessed you doing the same things he did. No one understood him more than you.

“Artemis was stealing fish from Toothless today.” You say suddenly, your voice quiet but still loud enough for him to hear at a distance. You glanced over at him, spotting his curved smile. He didn’t want to talk, but he wanted you to. He liked distractions, and you were always able to give them. (One of the very few benefits of being a certified yapper.) “I yelled at him three times and he still didn’t stop. I had to stomp up to him and physically drag him away from Toothless’ basket. I swear to Thor that dragon is getting smarter, because he fell to the ground and went limp. He knew I couldn’t drag him away like that.” You shake your head, scoffing at the memory. Hiccup softly laughs from beside you, his eyes closing.

“Did he still try to steal Toothless’ fish after that?” He asks, his voice hoarse.

“Yeah, but then I dragged him back to the house. He huffed at me but laid down anyway. He’s like a human child, that one; and a huge pain in my ass.” Hiccup laughs again.

“So I’ve heard.” You sigh, looking out at the setting sun. You didn’t say anything else yet, didn’t ask him what he wanted. He always voiced what he needed when he needed it, so you sat there in the quiet once more. After a few minutes, his voice calls out again.

“Can you come over here?” His voice is shaky, like he’s scared to ask. He always asked for what he wanted or needed, but it still scared the hells out of him; for fear of being rejected or denied.

“Of course I can.” You smile, scooting over until your thigh touches his. He reaches out for you, his hand resting on your knee. He tilts his head down, resting it on your shoulder.

“Thank you.” He whispers.

“Anytime.”

----

A few weeks later, you enter the forge as he works on a prototype. He knows you’re there, but he doesn’t greet you like usual. You immediately know something is bothering him. You step towards him carefully, reaching his side with considerable distance between you. You start to talk, telling him why you came in.

“I wanted to ask you about the new saddle for Artie. It’s been a week or two so I wanted to see-” You stop yourself when you look down at his hands. His cuticles are torn and his nails are bitten down as far as they can go. Dried blood takes up the skin around most of them. You reach out slowly, placing your hand over one of his. He doesn’t move away, or flinch, so you press on. You hold his hand up to your face, getting a better look at the damage he unintentionally caused. He shuts his eyes tight as you stare at them.

“Hiccup…” You start, your voice breaking.

“It’s not a big deal.” He speaks quickly.

“I thought I told you to stop saying that.” You say, your voice harsher than you meant it to be. He doesn’t say anything, his face falling.

“I’m sorry…” He looks away from you, his mind completely forgetting his abandoned project. Your heart aches at the sound of his voice.

“Are you willing to take a break?” You ask gently. You know how important his work is to him, and how many people depend on him to make their dragon’s gear. He nods slowly but surely. You hold his hand tighter, pulling him away from his desk and out of the forge. You guide him back to your shared hut, urging him to sit on the bench near the door. He removes his apron, throwing it on a hook beside him. You come back with a wet rag and small bandages. You kneel in front of him, tending to his nails and the raw skin around them. You clip and sand the rough edges of his shortened nails.

“Thank you.” He whispers after you sit next to him, your handiwork finished.

“What’s going on?” Is what you reply with. Hiccup only bites his nails and cuticles when something is seriously stressing him out. He sighs, hands running up to roughly comb through his hair.

“There are so many people who need things made, and with Gobber out with the dragons…I can’t do it all by myself.” Hiccup isn’t one to admit defeat, always taking on more than he can handle; refusing to admit he can’t handle it. This was serious, and this was really bothering him.

“I’ll help you.” He jerks his head to face you, eyes wide.

“You don’t know how to build things.” He shakes his head. It sounds rude, but it’s a simple fact that everyone in Berk knows. You aren’t a builder, never were.

“Yeah, but I know how to paint things, and draw up models and references. I’m damn good at drawing.” Hiccup chuckles, nodding to himself. “It isn’t much, but it’s enough for now. After tonight, I’ll find Gobber and tell him you need more help.” He shakes his head at that. You furrow your brows before realizing what it was you said. “Okay, I won’t tell him that. I’ll tell him that…I don’t know what I’ll tell him. But I’ll make something up so he doesn’t know the real reason.” Hiccup looks up at you again, his eyes filled with relief.

“What would I do without you?” He asks, leaning in to peck your lips.

“Crash and burn.” You tease, giggling when he gasps.

“Do you have that little faith in me?!” His hand is over his heart. You roll your eyes at his antics, pulling him in for another; longer kiss.

“You can do anything you want and more, but it’s easier when I’m there to help.” Hiccup accepts your answer with a nod, leading you both back to the forge.

----

It’s only a few days later that you witness one of his many other quirks, but unfortunately someone else does too.

You walk beside him through Berk, enjoying the gentle breeze. The weather was beautiful, so you convinced him to take a walk with you. He didn’t feel like holding your hand this time, so you let him do as he wished. You nudged him, telling him you wanted to look at one of the small stands; selling various fruits. He followed you and stood beside you as you browsed. A few beats later, the man running the stand speaks.

“Put your hands down, boy. You look like an oaf.” You look up abruptly, immediately looking over at Hiccup. His arms are pulled up to his chest, curled up; making him look like a dinosaur…Or a baby dragon. After the shock subsides, he clears his throat and puts his arms down. He looks away with pink cheeks. You scoff, looking back at the man.

“How about you mind your business.” You spit, making him sputter. He opens his mouth to argue but you cut him off by holding out a finger. “You don’t get to judge people just because you don’t like what they’re doing. He isn’t hurting anyone so it doesn’t matter! Next time, mind your goddamn business and keep your mouth shut!” Your voice is nearly screaming as you reach the end of your sentence. The man sits silently, his own face turning pink. Satisfied with this, you grab Hiccup’s hand and lead him away from the stand and bustle of people.

You finally reach an empty spot and let go of his hand, huffing out angry breaths. Hiccup’s still staring at you with pure admiration.

“Hells, he was such a…” You mumble, huffing again. Hiccup grins, pulling you into him and wrapping his arms around your waist. Your anger almost instantly dissipates, looking up at him with a matching smile.

“I can’t believe you screamed at him like that.” He starts, shaking his head with that wide smile.

“Well, he was being a…A haggledorf.” Hiccup’s smile fades as his brows furrow.

“A what now?”

“It’s a word I made up for haggledorf’s like him.” Hiccup opens his mouth to say something but cuts himself off with a loud laugh.

“You really are something, you know that?”

“A good something?” You counter, leaning up so your noses touch.

“An amazing something.” You whisper a soft, ‘good’ before connecting your lips.

----

Only a day later, you witness another one of his unfortunate habits. This one wasn’t a good one to notice, and every time you did it made your stomach sink.

“Hiccup!” You shout, your voice stern and loud. He winces a little, watching as you storm into the hut. The door flies open and you stomp inside. When you’re only a few steps away from him you open your mouth to speak again. He hangs his head, looking down at the floor and the scratches littering it. The words die on your tongue at the sight of him. His eyes are sad, like a hurt puppy’s; glassy with tears he didn’t know were there. You watch as he practically cowers away from you. Any previous anger dies like a fire doused with water.

“Hiccup…” If it was even possible, his head ducks lower. You resist the urge to sob right there and then, seeing the scared little boy in him. The amount of times he was yelled at for things that were never his fault, so much so that he picked up a habit of cowering away at raised voices…It broke your heart a million times over. You slowly reach out, cupping the right side of his face. You pull his head up to meet his eyes. You don’t say anything, afraid you’ll cry if you even attempt to. You just lean in and peck a soft kiss to the tip of his nose.

“Whatever I did, I’m sorry.” He says softly.

“I know.” You nod, pulling him in a tight hug.

----

After a few months, your anniversary comes around. You insist Hiccup doesn’t need to do anything, but he says he’s already started. You shake your head, but can’t help but wonder what he has planned.

You sit on the bed, hands over your eyes. Hiccup grabs a small box, walking back over with it.

“Open your eyes.” You pull your hands away, looking down at the little package.

“You decorated it and everything.” You swoon, admiring the drawings covering the paper.

“I thought it looked a little bland.” He shrugged. You reluctantly ripped it away, reaching the lid of the box. You pulled it off and looked inside, finding a small stuffed dragon. You gasp and pull it out, realizing it’s an exact replica of Artemis.

“Oh my gods.” You whisper, tears already spilling down your face. “He’s beautiful!” You cry, hugging him to your chest.

“I’m guessing you like him then?” He laughs.

“I love him!” You yell, lunging at him to pull him into a hug. “And I love you.” You whisper through tears, kissing his cheek.

“I love you too.” Yeah, you definitely loved his little quirks. Even if others called him odd or weird, you thought he was perfect; and you loved every little thing he did.

[poohkii]

"wyd after watching httyd live action ??"

I'm standing on business.

[iattachtooeasilytocartoons]

gods i wish race to the edge could’ve been pg-13, there are so many storylines that could be made just that much better with a little blood or a threat actually happening. specifically in season 3 episode 1, when Dagur and Hiccup are trying to heal Toothless from the dragon root. At one point they get captured, and the hunters threaten to brand Hiccup with the mark of the dragon hunters. Do you know the damage that would’ve done? having the knowledge that he, the one who has almost never hurt a dragon, and never unless in a dire situation, would have the mark of the very people he fights against? The son of the chief, the only one to tame a night fury, marked by the people who are the reason he’s the last one?? imagine the breakdown?? the anger towards Viggo?? oh my god i would eat it up

[neztune]

Procrastinated on making anything digital again… but a doodle for a lil fluffy hurt/comfort oneshot with Stoick and baby Hiccup that I posted last night :3

They’re so very dear to me

“He just needs more time”

And now to leave the fic link here….

[girl-0nskates]

Why tf is it so hard to come up with ideas to write for HTTYD. I want to write SOMETHING AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT

...

I'm taking ideas/suggestions/requests (and if I do write it I'll obviously tag you)

[mr-business-whump]

lycanwing hiccup au design from discord i thought id share here

hes a bastard and i love him

[ddejavvu]

i keep thinking about ur casual dominance hiccup hcs theyre so good

i walk fast and i keep thinking about him just like. gently grabbing my ponytail and tugging me back to his side (hc he walks slow cus his prosthetic) and not even missing a beat in whatever we were talking about likkeee

Hiccup won't judge you too harshly for walking twice his speed, because the baby dragons you're raving about really are incredible, but when he can barely hear you anymore as he lags behind, he takes an extra long step and reaches for your hair that's swinging back and forth in its ponytail.

"And the littlest one is the fattest." You're laughing, demonstrating its size with your hands, "He's short but he's chubby because he eats the most- ah- hey!"

"Too fast." He murmurs, the thunk of his prosthetic leg hitting the bedrock beneath you a reminder that he can't exactly go for a sprint around the island anymore, "Keep going- what about the fat little baby?"

"He eats all of the rocks," You laugh breathily, feeling Hiccup's hand drift to the small of your back instead of hanging onto your hair, "I'll walk slower, sorry."

"I'm missing a leg, just in case you forgot." He sends you a cheeky, knowing grin, "The prosthetic chafes really bad if I rush too fast."

"Well we don't have to rush." You resolve, slowing yourself down to a snail's pace as you trek through the woodlands of Berk, "We can spend all day here. It'll give me a chance to get some fresh air, and it'll give you a chance to avoid your dad!"

"Hey! I'm not avoiding him," Hiccup gripes, but he gives in almost immediately, "I'm just- trying not to walk by him so that he doesn't suck me into a four-hour-long lecture about providing for our people when what he's really talking about is tending to Mildew's cabbage farm because he's too lazy to do it himself!"

"Well then," You snicker, bumping your shoulder into his and nearly sending him to the ground, "It'll give you a chance to not walk by your dad so that he doesn't suck you into a-"

"Alright- Walk faster again," Hiccup cuts you off, using the hand on your back to propel you forwards an extra step as you yelp with laughter, "If you're gonna make fun of me I don't want to hear it."

[snapmite1998]

If Forever Does Exist, Please Let It Be You

The sun hung low in the sky, casting a golden hue over the vast expanse of the fields. Hiccup Haddock stood on a hill overlooking the valley, his heart racing with both anticipation and anxiety. It had been years since he had seen her. The echo of their laughter, the warmth of their conversations, had danced in his memory, but time and distance had woven a web that felt insurmountable.

As he took a deep breath, he spotted a figure in the distance, silhouetted against the fading light. His heart leaped, and every moment spent apart melted away like the last rays of sunlight. It was her. Rapunzel.

But she was different. Gone were the long, flowing golden locks that once cascaded down her back; in their place was a short, tousled mane of brown, accentuating the fierce determination in her eyes. The leather armor she wore hugged her form, the fur at the edges giving her an adventurous look that suited her remarkably well. She had transformed, embodying the spirit of a warrior, yet there remained that spark of the girl he had fallen in love with.

As if sensing his gaze, Rapunzel’s eyes locked onto his. A moment stretched between them, a bridge built of memories and unspoken words. Then, without a hint of hesitation, they both took off running. In an instant, it felt as if the years of separation had melted away, replaced by the exhilaration of their reunion.

“Rapunzel!” Hiccup called, breathless with excitement.

“Hiccup!” She replied, her voice a melody that stirred his heart.

They met in the open field, colliding with a force that spoke of longing and love. Wrapping each other in a fierce embrace, they twirled in joy, their laughter echoing around them. Time itself felt paused, the world around them fading into nothingness as they held each other close.

“I thought I would never see you again,” Hiccup murmured, his voice muffled against her shoulder.

“I’ve searched for you. I would travel to the ends of the earth if it meant finding you again,” Rapunzel whispered back, her voice trembling with emotion.

Pulling back just enough to gaze into each other’s eyes, they shared a moment suspended in time. Hiccup brushed a hand along her cheek, marveling at how strong and beautiful she had become. “You look incredible. I can’t believe you’ve changed so much.”

“And you,” she replied, her eyes sparkling with mischief and affection, “look like the same brave dragon rider I fell for, only far more handsome.”

Flushing slightly, Hiccup chuckled. “I guess we both have our ways of adapting, huh?”

“Adaptation is key, especially when you’re fighting for your future.” Her expression softened, and she leaned in closer, her forehead resting against his. “And I choose you, Hiccup. Always have. Always will.”

The world around them faded into a blur, their hearts beating in sync as they stood amidst the vast open field. Hiccup’s hand found its way to the back of Rapunzel’s neck, pulling her in for a kiss that tasted of promise and hope. It was a kiss that spoke of the adventures they had yet to embark on together, of the challenges they would face side by side.

As they pulled away, their breath mingled in the crisp air, filled with unspoken vows of a life shared.

“Together?” Hiccup asked, searching her eyes for confirmation.

“Together,” she affirmed, her smile radiant and full of love. "Always."

As they stood hand in hand, ready to write the next chapter of their story, Hiccup knew, with a certainty that coursed through his veins, that if forever did exist, it would be right here, in this moment, with Rapunzel by his side.

[heliads]

boy; girl; dragon

Hiccup only needs two things. He knows he can rely on both forever.

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There is a boy, and he has a girl. And also a dragon. 

The order matters. He had the girl first, even if he didn’t know it yet. She didn’t say a word to him about the feeling beating against the bars of her ribs like a dove in a cage, not until he did first. The dragon helped things along, surprisingly. Usually, fire-breathing reptiles can only complicate a situation, but when two young people are soaring through the sky with only the billowing light of the sun and stars around them to bear witness to the truths they have to tell, secrets end up not so secret anymore. Hiccup told you he loved you. You said the same.

The dragon watched, and listened, and waited. It, of course, had known the whole time. Almost everyone did. Tact is a rare occurrence among the Vikings, but the people of Berk could tell that interference in the story of you and him, him and you, would not bode well. You and Hiccup were something different, something special. You didn’t need anyone but each other. And the dragon.

Loving a Viking is dangerous. Loving Hiccup was so far along the line of adventure and risk that even your first kiss felt like throwing off your armor to embrace a knife in your chest. If this was pain, though, it was the loveliest anguish you had ever experienced in your entire life. Falling in love with Hiccup was brilliant, like dragonfire; exhilarating, like tumbling in freefall; unfailing, like the son of a chieftain knowing that he would send his entire village to keep you safe from harm or die trying. Staying in love with him was soft torchlight, quiet mornings, wispy clouds around your temples when he took you up to see the stars. Easy. Perfect. And yours, all yours.

The two of you are together now, sitting side by side on the edge of a cliff. Most of Berk is rocky with occasional splashes of slate blue or chestnut wood to break up the monotonous grey, but tenacious patches of grass have managed to crawl up to the top of the cliffside here, providing you with a threadbare emerald blanket on which you can rest your legs.

A cool wind whistles through the air, toying with your hair and clothes before plunging off the edge of the rock face. You watch it go, taking a few errant leaves with it, and consider the drop down to the sea below you.

“If I fell right now,” you say to Hiccup, “off the side, you would catch me.”

“I would catch you,” he affirms. “Dragon or no dragon.”

“What if I fell too fast and you couldn’t reach me in time?” You ask.

He takes your hand, voice soft and gentle in the early morning. You’ve heard him louder and more assertive when directing the villagers, but you like him best like this, when Hiccup’s peace is only ever meant for you. There is an entirely different young man who exists only when he’s alone with you, a Hiccup that no one will ever know as well as you do. It is a delight to keep the secret of this second, inner boy. It’s a treasure that will only ever be claimed by you, a sparkling spread of gold and jewels captive to one person and one person alone. Not even blood relations can claim that sort of glory.

“There is nowhere you could go that I would not follow,” Hiccup asserts. “Not off the cliff. Not into the sky. I would follow you past the sun, or a hundred thousand lengths in the sea. I would search the world to find you, if I had to, and I would bring you back with me. Always. Do you believe me?”

“I do,” you whisper. “Always.”

“Always,” he repeats, and presses a kiss to your temple.

This is loving Hiccup, then. Always. Always the guarantee of a heart beating in tandem with yours. Always the confidence that you will not be alone in this world of yours, even as it seems to stretch out forever, even as it looms to hide a hundred friends or a thousand enemies. If the odds are with you or against you, you will have Hiccup to guide you through the trials and tribulations of this life of yours. It is written in the stars, and it is sworn by the one you love. No promise could be greater.

The two of you will descend into legend, into myth, into folklore. Never in the world have any two people loved each other more, and never will they again. Every young pair thinks that they could have this, a love to last a lifetime, but you and Hiccup will do them one better and last a thousand more. You could love him in every universe, every incarnation of yourselves, and Hiccup has already promised to be by your side no matter who you two were. Gods, maybe. Heroes or villains. Ordinary lives or glorious ones. All of them will feature the two of you together. Always.

A shadow briefly blots out the sun overhead, a pair of jet-black wings soaring through the early morning skies. As it loops and wheels towards the two of you, its shade flickers across the trees, dappling them with night’s fury even as the sun climbs higher into the sky. It occurs to you that you’d like every day to start and end like this one, for each one of your hours to be filled with this sort of blissful joy. You don’t need riches, you don’t need a legacy. All you need is right here before you. A boy and a girl. And also a dragon.

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also tagging @hope92100 bc HICCUP

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[chiasaaa]

—you know where to find me

hiccup haddock x f!reader oneshot

summary: it was a quiet day at the edge when hiccup began to notice that at times of rest, you were always nowhere to be seen.

— hiccup found it quite odd, especially since viggo grimborn is not one to give up so easily. after surviving by a slim chance once again from one of his ferocious traps, hiccup and the dragon riders were left alone for a good number of days. he knew he shouldn’t be complacent, knowing exactly how viggo likes to play. the moment they lower their guard, he creeps up from behind to bite them back.

“hiccup, maybe viggo doesn’t want to be found.” they all gather at the clubhouse after the third moon has passed without viggo’s presence in the midst. while hiccup was restless, the rest are beginning to feel accustomed the serene days viggo has allowed them to enjoy. astrid spoke for the rest, gesturing towards the twins doing yet again another of their unpredictable tactics.

“i think it’s time you take a day off too. you need it.”

that was how she phrased it, and he knew she meant it, but hiccup was sure that astrid is also falling into this curse of complacency. it was him against everyone on it, and so he decided to actually think of something else to do the next morning.

the first person he came looking for? you.

since he was a scrawny teenager, you were always there supporting him in anything he wished to do. it was quite the funny pair, the berkians pointed out. you were always the most promising warrior in your generation, the little orphan girl, and hiccup was the helpless fool who was only ever known as the chieftain’s son. he didn’t have any feats under his belt at the time, yet you stuck around as if he’s the most interesting person in the archipelago.

to his dismay, hiccup failed to find you after the meeting at the clubhouse. as if you were a ghost who wished to stay hidden, he began to grow more worried than confused. he rushes over to astrid’s hut in hopes of finding your location, but even your partner in battle didn’t know where you could be. though, he did gain something to work with.

“recently, we only get to see her in meetings and meal time. other than that, she’s nowhere to be found.”

has this been going on since the first moon? was he that preoccupied that he failed to notice your absence when he’s tinkering or cooking up plans at the clubhouse?

he could only scold himself at the thought. you always had a habit of disappearing when you feel like it. thing is, you’re not in berk anymore. he knows where to find you if you were back in berk, but in the edge? you didn’t even have the time looking for a hideout because of the never-ending adventures and dangers you get yourself into. in a hurry, he mounts toothless and decided to take his search to the skies.

as his eyes studied the geographical structure of the island, hiccup began to narrow down the possible spots in which you set your new hideout. he knows you like the palm of his hand, and nothing in the world will be able to stop him from ever finding you. may it be anywhere in the world, he will always, always find his way back to you.

and track you down, he did. he should have known that there’s a cave by the beach, the perfect place to dump all of your heap of junk. with toothless behind him, he enters the cave and found a torch that only confirmed his theory. deeper inside, he finds a large space arranged neatly from projects to sketches. familiar weapons hung on one side of the wall near a long table filled with mixed liquids—some looking like monstrous nightmare gel and changewing venom.

as he takes one foot over the other, hiccup eventually found just the person he was looking for. on the far end of the cave was you, standing in front of a map you’ve drawn on a large piece of parchment that enveloped the entire wall. you have been working on your own discoveries yourself.

“sketching the terrains, noting spotted dragons on each island.” he stands beside you, admiring your work. “pretty impressive. you even got the edge’s geography.”

“it took you four moons,” you snicker, folding your arms smugly. “must i be placed so lowly in your priority ranking, haddock?”

hiccup avoided your eyes, guiltily scratching at his nape where the tip of his hair falls. “it’s nothing like that.”

you laughed, nudging him lightly with an elbow. “relax, i’m kidding.”

then your eyes fall back on your map. “the world’s such a big place, isn’t it?”

“indeed, it is.”

“i can’t wait to discover each and every piece of land out there.” you hand reached on to the map, feeling the rough surface of woody parchment at the tip of your fingers. hiccup noted how your eyes held an excited glint, as if you could be bolting out of the cave to find another island right now.

that’s when he was reminded of her—of how drastically she can affect him without even trying to. hiccup feels the same burst of excitement you held in his heart upon seeing you so determined. since you were children, you have always been his inspiration.

people always had their idols, and you happen to be his.

so fierce and fearless. nothing could ever stop you, not even him, and that’s what he always envied you for. every time he looks at you—whenever he witnesses the beauty of your existence—hiccup always wondered how having such a strong sense of freedom felt.

“do give me a warning when you’re off to wreak havoc in yet another island.” hiccup joked, earning a hearty laugh from the latter. you knew that he tends to feel overly worried when he finds you nowhere in your usual spots. it was your fault he’s snappy at times, but through the years, you both outgrew it.

well, hiccup simply adapted to your volatile lifestyle.

“you don’t even need terror mails at this point.” you grinned. “you always know where to find me, haddock.”

“that i do,” he takes your hand in his, gently tugging you closer to him as his chest faced yours, “and i will always be with you.”

[bahrtofane]

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