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You and Me, as One - Hiccup Haddock x Reader (Part One)

Summary: Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III isn’t the burliest, hairiest, or the best with an axe in his tribe. But he is the viking who can tame any dragon with only a flash of his palm. Until now. When he stumbles upon an unfamiliar dragon off the far coast of Berk, she doesn’t play nicely with his offering of friendship. Neither does the dragon’s rider, who has just as fierce a snarl. The feral pair present an enticing mystery to Hiccup, but neither the dragon nor the human show any interest in getting close. Can he make friends, or are there corners of the world his optimism can’t brighten?

Contents/Warnings: afab!fem!reader, mentions of past torture/captivity, trauma, mention of physical scars/injuries, The Light Fury (light fury haters this one's not for you sorry)

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You prefer your fish cooked, but sometimes she drops them raw in your lap and won’t look away from her own meal to flame them for you, so raw it must be. The texture is actually the least concerning part- it’s the taste that really shocks you, straight from the ocean and as fishy as fishy can be. But it’s not much different than her breath after she yawns, and you’re well used to that by now.

Fish is fish, and you’re eating it raw, tucked against her side on the forest floor.

This is a surprisingly abundant island for one that’s uninhabited. Misty mountains obscure the world behind it like a veil, but you’d flown over every inch of this land mass and there’s not a soul on it. Boars, perhaps, but you spear and her fire will take care of those if they decide to bother you. For now you’re resting after a long flight, making sure she gives her atrophied wings time to rest.

It’s been years since they’d sagged limp and useless at her sides but you can’t forget the image. There’s one tucked around your front now, caging you in like what looks like a restraint but is really a protection. You ghost a finger over it, and she looks up from her halved fish to study your movements- not nervous, but curious.

She’s never really been nervous around you. Even if she’d been in chains, you’d been caged beside her. From the start you’d been equals, clawing your way towards the light from the lowest rungs on the ladder. And you’d resented that at first, but you can’t dwell on it anymore. It’s not fair, to you or to her, and you’re both free now, so it doesn’t matter.

The sounds of the forest swell around you, crickets chirping, birds singing, and the snapping of a twig a hundred feet in front of you.

A switch flips, and you and her rise as one, teeth bared, snarls pouring from your throats like deadly sonic blasts. If sounds could kill, this one would- the sound of a creature unwilling to be prey.

Fish flops cold, raw, and sticky at your feet but you circle the clearing with her, eyes frantically searching for whatever had made the noise. She seems to smell something, too, because her teeth gnash, and her nose scrunches the way it does when she’s picked up a new food source. You follow her lead, spear gripped tightly in your fist and ready to fly.

It’s a dark shadow, something straight out of a nightmare until you see its face. It steps out of the cover of the shrubbery nearby, revealing its draconic form and midnight-black scales. It’s massive green eyes are wide-pupiled, the black abysses begging to be trusted as it dips its neck in a show of friendship. I’m not here to hurt you, its body language screams, all gentle steps with giant feet and limp wings, but neither you nor her are interested in making friends.

It looks almost stunningly similar to her, dark instead of light, with extra nubs sticking off of its face. She has ears, but it has extra. Perhaps they give it better hearing, or perhaps they’re for radar like whiskers on a cat. It’s a hulking black shape, clearly threatening even if it’s dipped down in a good-natured pose, and she doesn’t like it one bit. You clutch your spear tighter, following her lead.

She snarls, and it purrs in what sounds like a soothing apology. But it doesn’t back off, and she decides that it has to. She leaps, not far enough to catch it but certainly enough to communicate that you two aren’t there to socialize, not for a second. It yelps in surprise, abandoning its bowed pose to jump back several steps. It croons again, wide nose twitching, as it tries desperately to stay within sight of you and her. It glances at you for help, like you’ll soothe her and reach out a foolish, trusting hand. Instead you snarl like she does, and its ears stiffen at your perfect synchrony. You fight as one, live and breathe and die as one, and it finally saves itself.

It runs- doesn’t fly, which is curious for the wingspan it boasts. It flees for the ocean, and you watch it paddle urgently through the mostly tranquil sea for the wall of mist that hangs between you and the beyond. Maybe there’s more of its kind there, you decide, fist never loosening on your spear, maybe it's going to lick its wounds and learn a valuable lesson about staying in its own territory.

She decides it’s safe, giving one last snorted huff towards the space it used to occupy in the woods. Then she flumps down beside you, and you drop your spear in favor of grabbing hold of your dinner. It’s touched the ground now, but it’ll have to do, because you’re not venturing back out to the sea tonight. You brush away a stray blade of grass from the wet, slimy, meat of the fish, and dig back in, trying to ignore the shadowy dragon that occupies your mind.

Stepping off of a slim, viking boat and back onto dry land is always relieving, but what will cure Hiccup the most is to mount the saddle on Toothless’s back again. Sailing is unpleasant, walking is better, but flying is best. The dragon wastes no time in tackling him to the earthen ground below, surely mashing green grass stains into his nice, chiefly tunic.

“Toothless!” Hiccup laughs, raising his arms to bat away the serrated fins that swat at his face, “Hi, bud, I missed you too. I’m sorry you couldn’t come with me this time. They’re not used to dragons over there- I didn’t want to scare them. How were things on Berk while I was gone?”

Toothless is an excellent conversationalist, and it’s not affected by the fact that Hiccup has no real idea of what he’s saying. The dragon will burble and ramble and gurgle to his heart's content, and Hiccup is always happy to listen to his best friend. But this time Toothless’s ears shoot straight out from his head, pulled backwards tensely, and he noses insistently at Hiccup’s side to urge him off of the ground.

“What? What?” Hiccup yelps, standing with the help of Toothless’s head, which he lets Hiccup grab onto to pull him upright, “What is it, bud?”

Toothless offers no explanation, merely circles behind Hiccup and shoves his face between the man’s legs. Hiccup’s easily swept off of his feet and onto the neck of his dragon, but the saddle he typically locks himself into is missing- he’d been gone for a week, after all. He wasn’t going to leave Toothless saddled the entire time.

“Wait- wait, bud! The saddle, we can’t do anything without the saddle.” Hiccup urges, smoothing a hand down Toothless’s face to calm him. The idea of the stunts they pull makes Hiccup’s stomach flip-flop with excitement, but the thought of doing them without the saddle or his wingsuit makes the sensation terribly uncomfortable.

“No, Toothless- wait!” Hiccup cries as the dragon spreads his wings, but Toothless pays no mind to his begging, launching himself off of the ground and taking Hiccup along with him. Hiccup is left to lay forwards, clutching desperately at Toothless’s stocky neck in hopes of staying anchored.

“Bud! I know you’re mad that I left without you,” Hiccup shouts to be heard over the wind whipping around them, skin prickling as Toothless heads straight for the cold mist curtaining Berk in from its surrounding islands, “But please turn around! If we fly without the saddle I’m going to fall.”

Toothless’s wings beat powerfully, uncaring towards Hiccup’s begging.

Hiccup groans, grasping tighter at Toothless’s neck and praying he’s as strong of a swimmer as he was the last time he plunged into the ocean.

Toothless keeps tight to the water, hugging the ocean where he’d typically jet them into the clouds at a near-vertical angle. It means that Hiccup misses his helmet very dearly as his face and hair are whipped with wind, but he’s able to hold steady on Toothless’s neck, and won’t tumble from the sky.

“Where are you taking us, bud?” He asks, despite its futility, because all Toothless does is grumble and tuck his auricles back tighter against his head.

Whatever this is, it’s got Toothless tense. Hiccup can feel it, Toothless’s muscles are strained and his wings beat with purpose. He hopes it’s not another attack on Berk’s shores, but if it were, he knows the other riders would have rallied to stop it instead of waiting for him to get back. Unless- Toothless didn’t show them? But of course he would have, he’d have plucked Astrid straight off of the ground and nearly drowned her in an attempt to swim towards the island they’re speeding for.

Toothless’s landing is rough enough to knock Hiccup off of his back, and the man tumbles to the grass below him for the second time in mere minutes. He groans, feeling his tailbone ache with what’s surely a bruise that’ll flare up tomorrow morning. He can’t even grumble to himself, though, because Toothless zips towards the dense forest, then looks back to find Hiccup gingerly picking himself up, and races back to grab the man’s arm between his teeth. He barely remembers to retract them, though he doesn’t bite hard, and Hiccup yelps as he’s dragged along towards the oncoming thicket.

“Toothless! Easy, bud, I’ve got sealegs.” Hiccup gripes, but Toothless rumbles out a growl that’s distinctly displeased. Never aggressive, not towards Hiccup, but not happy either. A pointed, shut up- now that’s something Hiccup can understand in dragon speak.

Hiccup stumbles on one leg and one metal prong as Toothless drags him through bushes and trees, getting caught on more branches than he’d like to admit. It’s mystifying, and the suspense is turning his stomach slightly, because he’s not sure they’ve ever really come across any good surprises on Berk. Usually, when something catches them off guard, it’s because it wanted to.

Toothless’s nose twitches as he scents the air, parsing through birds and berries and boars to find you and her. Once he does, he gallops off hard to their left, and Hiccup barely muffles a surprised screech as he’s violently jerked along.

He hisses in pain as his prosthetic leg shifts uncomfortably in its socket, but Toothless is freezing before he can try to get the dragon to slow. He wants to reach for it, to soothe the stinging limb, but Toothless is stock-still, eyes wide and slitted in alarm as his ears stick out, picking up every sound for a mile.

“Toothless,” Hiccup breathes nervously, half of a whisper, barely an exhale, but it makes Toothless’s right auricle twitch testily. The thick silence of the forest, broken only by white noise suffocates them, making Hiccup’s already-nervous heartbeat even more irregular.

“Bud, please,” Hiccup begs shakily, keeping his voice as low as possible, but before he’s finished with the second syllable a figure darts into the corner of his vision, leaping high into the air and stretching to show off its massive stature.

It’s like nothing Hiccup’s ever seen before.

He reacts fast, scrambling backwards on an aching leg and letting Toothless shield him with a great black wing. The figure is a dragon, Hiccup notes, one that looks strikingly similar to Toothless in build, but shines with white scales that glimmer under the light of Berk’s seldom-seen sun. He has little time to admire her beauty before she strikes.

A purple blast of deadly plasma erupts from her yawning mouth, one that misses Toothless by a hair’s breadth. If she’s truly anything like a Night Fury, she doesn’t miss, so this may be their one and only warning.

“Toothless, let’s go!” Hiccup scrambles to mount his dragon again, but Toothless isn’t deterred, adopting the stance he tries out with hesitant young kids in the village who aren’t ready to graduate from feeding Terrible Terrors to offering their fingers up to a Night Fury. He ducks down, trying to appear smaller, and croons reassuringly at the dragon who’s distinctly pissed.

“She doesn’t like you, bud,” Hiccup yanks on one of Toothless’s auricles, stern but not rough, “This is not how you make friends!”

Toothless croaks, probably something sassy and affirmative, but another ghostly purple haze begins spilling from the white dragon’s jaw and Hiccup knows their time is just about up.

“Now, Toothless,” He decides, climbing atop the dragon, saddle be damned, “Get us out of here now!”

For once, Toothless listens. He leaps into the air and, coupled with Hiccup’s frantic positioning of the false tail fin, soars out of the dragon’s blast range and beelines for a cliffside half a mile east. It’s partially shrouded with mist, that charming Berkian weather, and Hiccup feels moisture cling to his fingers and nose as he dismounts Toothless on shaky legs. They can still see her, and she can still see them. She watches, eyes sharp, tail lashing irritably, but she doesn’t give chase.

“Oh, bud,” Hiccup gasps for breath, his hands braced on his pulsing knees for stability, “We really cut it close there. What was that?”

Hiccup is no stranger to discovering new dragon species, but this one seemed markedly different. Near-identical to Toothless, something sparks heavy at his chest: are there more Night Furies? Or a sister-species? If they’re the same, could they- well, procreate? No wonder Toothless had pushed his luck instead of retreating. Hiccup has always felt a sinking feeling in his chest when he considers that Toothless may be the last of his kind. He’s a noble one, a valiant end to the reign of the unholy offspring of lightning and death itself, but to know that there won’t ever be another Night Fury aside from the one panting at his side… that seems like a fate worse than death.

Toothless shakes his head disorientedly, his auricles flapping. Hiccup remembers with dismay that the white dragon hadn’t had so many facial fins protruding from her fair scales. Maybe their species weren’t related after all? Or maybe it’s just a difference of sex.

Whatever it is, Hiccup vows to find out one day.

She’s hostile now, and they’d be fools to ignore her warning signs. But so was Toothless, and the dragon is now insistently pressing his face into Hiccup’s hands, warbling at him to do something!

They’ll keep their distance, and they’ll slowly but surely work their way into her favor. They always do: Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III isn’t the burliest, hairiest, or the best with an axe in his tribe. But he is the viking who can tame any dragon with only a flash of his palm. He is the dragon master, and he will befriend this dragon.

“Okay bud,” Hiccup breathes, his face settling and his shoulders straightening in determination, the thrill of a new adventure thrumming in his veins, “It’s okay. We’ll go back and see her tomorrow. We’ll bring some fish, so she knows she can trust us. She’s just nervous- she’s probably had a bad experience before.”

Toothless warbles, prompting Hiccup onwards.

“I know she looks a lot like you, bud, but don’t go too far. She has to feel safe around us, and she won’t if you’re all up in her business. If she tells you to stay away, do it.” Hiccup levels an accusatory glance at his dragon who huffs indignantly.

“I mean it! Remember what I had to do to befriend you? You threw up fish all over my tunics and you still wouldn’t let me touch you. Go slow.”

Toothless headbutts Hiccup so hard that he tumbles to the ground, this time through no fault of his prosthetic leg. He’s able to blame a lot of missteps on the metal peg, but he’s been clumsy all of his life. He misses catching himself on the stump just behind him, the tree shattered by lightning a long time ago, and the back of his head meets the forest floor with a thud that knocks the wind out of him.

He half-expects to see Toothless’s wide face taking up his entire field of vision when he opens his eyes, but the dragon is still throwing a temper tantrum, so he’s left to stare up at the trees above. Toothless sets about watching the pale dragon again, pacing back and forth and presumably mimicking her own movement. Hiccup’s vision drifts lazily over the leaves on the branches standing hundreds of feet above him, his chest heaving as his lungs slowly reinflate.

He hears birdsong, and looks up and to the left.

There’s a woman in the trees.

A sharp gasp is wrenched from his throat, one that alerts Toothless to the fact that something is wrong. Hiccup’s eyes widen as he spots your crouched form, ready to spring at any moment. There’s a spear clutched in your fist, so tightly that Hiccup can see the bones in your hand. It’s aimed at his heart, and Hiccup feels it kick into overdrive as he lays sprawled on the forest floor, a perfect target.

He has the good sense to spring upright, and Toothless, who’d tracked his eyes and spotted you too, offers his large head as support for Hiccup to get to his feet with. Toothless offers a throaty growl at you, but you’re frozen in place, and neither of them want to attack unless they’re being attacked. They watch as your fierce eyes- reminiscent of the white dragon still pacing below you, bore into them, marking them for death like a predator does to its prey.

Hiccup feels hunted, and he prays your spear won’t fly.

“We’re not here to hurt anyone.” He tries, his voice meant to be soothing even if its tense and shaky, “Who are you?”

You don’t speak. Your mouth remains firmly shut, perhaps wired that way for how tightly it’s clenched. All you do is stare, your spear making a statement for itself in the way it points at the pair of them.

Toothless huffs, nudging Hiccup in the small of his back with his nose. It’s a ‘let’s get out of here’, but Hiccup’s starting to understand more and more why Toothless wouldn’t leave the white dragon alone down there.

You’re not emaciated, but you’re nothing like the overfed vikings of berk. Hiccup can see thick, corded muscle laying hidden beneath your flesh, and there’s scars littering your skin like a map. Your eyes are wild, afraid and vicious all at once, a look he’s only ever seen in dragons.

You’re like him, then.

“I’m Hiccup.” He offers, “And.. I live on that island over there. Beyond the mist. It’s called Berk. Is that your dragon down there?”

There’s no response from you yet, which Hiccup laments, but your eyes briefly, worriedly flicker down towards the clearing where the white dragon is watching them.

“She’s okay. We’re not going to hurt her. Or you, we’re- we just want to make friends. Dragons are welcome on Berk. And so are you. If you need a place to stay, you two can fly over with us.”

Hiccup’s disappointed but not surprised to receive silence in return.

“We’re leaving now.” Hiccup slowly makes his way onto Toothless’s back, once more lamenting that it’s bare, “You should come with us. We can give you food, shelter, clean water, and a healer for any injuries you’ve got.”

You don’t so much as glance down at your mangled skin. Your eyes never leave Hiccup, not even as he lays himself flat on Toothless, prepped for flying back into the wind, “Come with us! It’s just over there.”

He points again, but you make no move to follow.

“Please? We can help you.” He begs, but you don’t budge, still waiting to pounce if need be.

When Hiccup speaks again, it’s to Toothless. It’s a soft, mournful, “Come on, bud. Time to go.” that admits he knows you won’t follow even if he doesn’t say it.

Toothless lets out a sad sound, perhaps as close to a whimper as a dragon can get.

The two take off, and only when they fade into the shroud of the mist over the sea do you let your tense, aching muscles relax.

You know she’s okay- she can fend for herself, you just wish she never had to again. For all of their threatening ways- too loud, too confident, too pushy - they’d left. They’d offered peace, offered sanctuary, but you know better than to fly after just any promise of safety. He’d seemed in-tune with his dragon- the pair had even roughoused and he hadn’t hurt the dragon in discipline, but you won’t believe they’re good. No one is good, no human can be trusted with a dragon.

There’s very little human left in you. You’d been chained and caged beside numerous dragons, and you’d eaten from the same cruel hand. You’re something else now, not a human or a dragon, you are your own entity. You watch the man and his dragon fade into the mist, and you leap through the trees to get back to her.

She’s pacing until you hit the ground, then she’s running to nudge at your side. You’ve got a nasty scar against your left hip, once a huge, yawning gap in your flesh that had left you pale and trembling for weeks on end. It twinges, sometimes, even if it’s long-since healed, and you smooth a hand over it to show her it’s of no concern.

You make your way back to the shelter you’ve found, merely a boulder that extrudes over a patch of grass without jagged rocks littering it. She lays comfortably beneath the shade of the overhang and you nestle into her side, your bodies fitting together compactly enough to avoid brushing the bars of the cage you’d been held in together. You’ve been sitting like this for a decade, and you let her head fall over your lap as you begin stroking over her auditory fins.

Hiccup hasn’t had a secret like this since Toothless himself. He’s scribbling in his journal by candlelight again, instead of kicking his legs into Tuffnut’s lap and letting Ruffnut peer over his shoulder. Toothless is in on it too, even though he has no idea what Hiccup is writing. He recognizes the streamlined, graceful body of the white dragon Hiccup is sketching, and the threatening human figure he’s drawn into thick tree branches.

“They won’t come to Berk.” Hiccup notes, his voice downtrodden and dull, “Not on their own. We’ll have to coax them over.”

Toothless trills inquisitively, and Hiccup continues as prompted, “Well, we’re gonna keep the fish plan for the dragon. But I’ll bring her something else.” He points at your crude drawing, “Fish stew, maybe. Some bread, some cheese, some lamb. I don’t know. She was-” He recalls your fierce gaze, your threatening demeanor, and shudders slightly, “She was like a dragon. Not- not like I am, more… feral.”

Toothless purrs reassuringly over Hiccup’s shoulder, nestling as much of his expansive head there as he can while Hiccup’s hand drifts upwards to scratch at Toothless’s jaw joint.

“I know, bud. We’ll figure it out. We always do.” Hiccup hums, “We’ll do it. You and me, as one.”

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howtodrawyourdragon · 3 months ago

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How do you think hiccup will react for when Tom tells him about his battle with Jormungandr in the ancestor au?

You know what? I actually don't know. That takes figuring out just why Hiccup decided to trap Jörmungandr in the first place and I haven't been able to figure it out. Other than, you know, The Nine Realms being predominantly for a younger audience, which means "hurting animals/other people bad" when other instalments were for older audiences and could therefore allow a little more nuance.

Like how the Red Death did need to die after causing almost 400 years of bloodshed on both sides and for being both directly and indirectly responsible for a mountain of corpse. Like, Stoick worrying in Httyd 1 about feeding his village after another dragon raid made off with most of their food source. With the battle happening with all the Vikings and dragons there at risk of her wrath. Or like how defeating Drago's Bewilderbeast was indeed the way to go as there was no room for a gentler option. Not with Drago, his abuser, right there or with the Bewilderbeast actively attacking Berk and almost killing Hiccup, which is ultimately what had set Toothless off and left no more room for mercy in his eyes.

There was the Screaming Death, where their only way to take care of him was to fight him off and keep him as far away from Berk as possible until Hiccup realized that all the Screaming Death wanted was his mother. After which he reunited them and then had no further encounters until Hiccup's idea to use Screaming Death scales as armor to protect Toothless and Hookfang from dragonroot arrows.

Hiccup has always been consistently someone who doesn't like to unnecessarily get his hands dirty, but he will if the situation calls for it. Yet he's also someone who respects nature and the cruelty within it. Like when he first wanted to let the Catastrophic Quaken take Dark Deep for himself until Fishlegs figured out he was chasing the Gronckles away, not to claim territory, but because he feared the new faces. Another example is Vanaheim, he was super protective of that place and didn't want anyone to mess around with it, not even him and his Dragon Riders.

The only times he really interferes in dragon business is when other humans do or when their (also his) dragons were directly threatened. (Or that one time he found a baby dragon and took him in, though he didn't even know Torch was a baby)

Like when he trapped the Death Song and freed their dragons and one baby Thunderdrum because that was the deal he made with the adult Thunderdrum, but their dragons weren't the only ones trapped there in initial shots. Same thing when the Dragon Riders decided to stop the Cavern Crasher from attacking the Fireworm Queen's nest. Not only had she saved Hookfang's life, but she came to them for help. Yet when Singetails came to take the original Storehouse island, they put up a fight, but ultimately let the Singetails take it and they've been there for the rest of RttE. The island now belonging to them, even though Spitelout had clearly gotten there first.

Yet, there's no sign of this with Jörmungandr. No humans getting involved or signs that this was just nature taking its course, he got involved for who knows what reason. Was Jörmungandr messing with the homes of their dragons specifically? Or was it because he truly did push the balance in the Hidden World off-kilter so badly? And if he really was such a threat to the dragon world (idk, he seemed more like a gigantic bully to me, I need to rewatch those eps and I'm currently on season 4) than I don't see Hiccup's thought process behind locking this thing up for over a 1000 years as his solution for Jörmungandr when that is infinitely crueler than just killing him.

I mean, ending his existence vs 1000 years in a confined space with little food and water and no room to really move? The same brown walls to stare at with freedom just beyond a dragonproof grate for well over a thousand years? I think it's pretty clear which of the two the more merciful option is and it's not the one that has been scientifically proven to push humans to the brink in, like, a few hours. Let alone specifically 1 300 years.

I'm reminded of when he decided that the Skrill needed to be frozen back into the ice it came from in DoB versus his decision to ultimately let the Skrill go after it escaped, having watched the utter loss of fight in the Skrill's eyes as it just accepted it was going to be trapped all over again. Which Hiccup saw and was what made him decide against doing it again.

Maybe there's the possibility that the cage was only supposed to be a temporary solution and Hiccup died before he could come up with a permanent one? Dragon Club does find his prosthetic leg and tools in a space he clearly worked in (no bed, just a table, his leg and tools as far as I remember) and just why would he leave those things behind? Especially as a canonically disabled person who has lost his replacement limbs before, Hiccup wouldn't leave his prosthesis there unless... there was just no more use for it.

So yeah, I don't understand a lot of the things that Hiccup did in The Nine Realms, which makes this a difficult question to answer. (it's a shame, because at least one of the writers wrote some of my favorite RttE eps) I don't understand a lot of things Hiccup does from THW and onwards!

But if we take the idea that his solution with Jörmungandr was supposed to be a temporary one that he just could not solve before his own time ran out, then he'd probably feel guilty. Both for leaving Jörmungandr to be locked up for so long and that Tom and his friends had to deal with him in his stead.

#asks #vile-winter #viking ancestor au #httyd movies #tnr #the nine realms #hiccup haddock #tom kullersen #the kullersens #jörmungandr

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eemoo1o-tfrmoo · 2 years ago

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Random HTTYD Headcanons

Someone once tied together the Boneknapper and Death Song, saying that the former would hang around the game sites of the latter and then collect the bones and I agree with that so much. I’d love to re-find that post so I can credit the blog responsible because they are so, so real for this! I had to mention it because it’s such an under-appreciated take. (ETA: I found the original post here, by @dragonjadearts — thank you for this headcanon I think about it all the time.)

Changewings started to put their eggs in trees to deter Cavern Crashers from eating them.

Red Changewings are the ones that inhabit Changewing Island. Green Changewings are from further south.

Male Thunderdrums are actually the primary caretakers of young Thunderdrums. Both parents will look after and protect the eggs until they hatch but after they do the mother often leaves.

Additionally, Thunderdrums will also transport their eggs and/or hatchlings in their mouth.

Thornado and Skullcrusher have actually met. Thornado had gone out when Bing, Bang, and Boom were asleep and visited Berk, hoping to meet up with Stoick alone only to find another dragon by his chair. The encounter was awkward at first for all three parties, with Stoick trying to break the ice, but once the two dragons recognised what they had in common, they became very friendly and respecting of one another.

The Rumblehorn naturally hunts boars as its primary food source. As opposed to fishing for saltwater fish like other dragons, they also fish for freshwater fish like salmon.

Like the Submaripper and Shellfire, and the Skrill and Singetail, the Rumblehorn and Catastrophic Quaken are naturally opposing species.

Dark Deep was originally the home of the Catastrophic Quaken, not the Gronckle. Due to the sheer number of invading Gronckles, the Quaken was then mostly pushed out.

Gronckles are like the rabbits of the dragon world. They can reproduce from a young age and very often and with high egg counts.

Dragons like the Razorwhip, Timberjack, and Typhoomerang have shorter lifespans in comparison to other species.

Barb-shooting dragons grow their spikes like hair/teeth. The spines that are shot out out are ones that are knocked loose by new roots.

The more distinguishable the colours of each head, the older a Zippleback is.

Zipplebacks evolved from a mutation caused by inefficient embryo separation which means most if not all members of the species distantly share the same common ancestor.

Whip & Lash, Bucket and Mulch’s dragon, is actually female.

Bucket is related to the Thorstons.

The twins removed the S from the alphabet in Reign of Fireworms to annoy Snotlout.

The riders have contemplated who is most likely to turn into a Mildew-type, and most of them have come to the agreement that it would be Tuffnut. Chicken is his Fungus.

Mildew actually has a soft spot for Flystorm. Away from the knowing gazes of others he indulges in petting him and giving him fish, muttering “That’s nice,” as he would with Fungus.

Spitelout treats Kingstail better than anyone ever. As such all of his past methodology surrounding dragons is now in vain, and very hypocritical. (That sword analogy? How dare you compare ol’ Kingstail to that, boyo?)

Fishlegs is actually an only child (he’s always stricken me as one and it boggles me if he isn’t). Those kids he teaches in the Gronckle Scouts are actually his younger cousins. They call him ‘uncle’ due to him babysitting a lot and the difference in their ages. Fishlegs has a lot of cousins.

Fishlegs’ mother, Termagant, owns a Snaptrapper by the name of Arrogance, Innocence, Patience & Conscience. This means that Meatlug has older brothers (and a sister. Technically. Allegedly.). At first they were a bit too mischievous/privy with one another for her liking, making them seem like they were hanging up in her a bit, but they eventually got used to one another.

And yes, she makes all six of her children crab cakes.

The Monstrous Nightmare that Valka saves in HTTYD 2 is the one that took Gobber’s hand.

The Night Fury and Light Fury evolved via something similar to the Peppered Moth Evolution. Whichever one was the original species, however, is still unknown.

Gustav is allergic to peanuts.

Fanghook actually has a fear of setting things on fire.

Hiccup sees a lot of his younger self in Gustav, but it frustrates him that Gustav takes a bit more after Snotlout sometimes.

Gustav’s mother actually wanted to call him “Hiccup” (being the runt) but didn’t want to upstage the chief or confuse people, so she chose “Gustav” (meaning god’s staff or popular guest) to be ironic.

Snotlout was originally proud to have Gustav model himself after him, but when growing up and maturing on the Edge he realised that Gustav was or could be reckless because of it and started to resent him for being a “cheap copy” of him.

Hookfang has a soft spot for Gustav, mostly when he was younger. Since Gustav got Fanghook, his patience has been less withstanding.

The dragon with the least patience for kids is actually Stormfly. Just after would be either Barf & Belch or Hookfang, but by a long shot. Hookfang holds more patience for younger kids than older ones.

Spitelout for some reason shows more outwards appreciation towards Gustav, but argues with him over being leader of the A Team.

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nerdasaurus1200 · 14 days ago

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Pollux: Hey, Atalanta, your father's looking for you. Castor: He looked angry. Atalanta: He's looked angry since the day I was born. But I'm sure there's no connection.

#greek mythology #incorrect quotes #source: riders of berk #pollux #castor #atalanta

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ominousgradient · 6 months ago

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Listening to High and Dry by Radiohead and it's such a Snotlout-coded song (specifically post httyd3):

Two jumps in a week

I bet you think that's pretty clever, don't you, boy?

The condescention and the "boy" reminds me of Spitelout, "Jump" can mean getting laid, Snotlout seeking validation through sexual encounters, he seeks partners not because he loves them but because he hopes they'll make him feel complete

It can also be read as his father minimizing the work the riders do, "jumps" could mean raids on dragon trapper ships

Flying on your motorcycle

Watching all the ground beneath you drop

Hookfangs horns were literally modeled after the handles of a Harley Davidson, flying puts distance between him and his worries

You'd kill yourself for recognition

Kill yourself to never, ever stop

The first part is self explanatory, Snotlout harms both himself and others in his desperate pursuit of acclaim, the second part could be read as him not wanting to stop being young and free, being afraid of settling down and facing the responsibilities of adulthood he feels he can’t live up to, maybe dreading living on Berk again after leaving the Edge

You broke another mirror

You're turning into something you are not

Becoming more violent and agressive in his youth and alienating his peers/coming to resemble Spitelout as he ages

he has all these emotions balled up inside that he can’t express properly so he lashes out, "turning into something he is not"

Don't leave me high

Don't leave me dry

The term "High and Dry" originally refers to a boat that is left stranded after the tide went out, when this happens there's nothing you can do but wait for nature to take it's course. It also refers to being helpless in a desperate situation.

Snotlout fears being abandoned, left alone and destitute like the boat

Drying up in conversation

You will be the one who cannot talk

(Refer to the point after this one for more details), loneliness has made him worse at communicating, his former friends all have moved on and they have nothing to talk about anymore

All your insides fall to pieces

You just sit there wishing you could still make love

Struggling to express love after not expiriencing it himself, maybe an older Snotlout growing isolated and becoming undable to show affection, "your insides fall to pieces" could be a about aging or about his mental state deteriorating without proper comfort, slowly growing more and more bitter

Reading "make love" as refering to lovers could mean that he has given up on finding a partner, romantic or sexual

They're the ones who'll hate you

When you think you've got the world all sussed out

The harmful ideas he's internalized lead him to act out and push others away so in turn they aren't kind to him, he ends up feeling hated, he's stuck in his ways even though he is aware that this is hurting him

They're the ones who'll spit at you

You will be the one screaming out

Again feeling hated, the screaming out could be a silent scream for help, he needs others help to get out of this rut but he remains unable to vocalize his pain

It's the best thing that you've ever had

The best thing you have had is gone away

Feeling abandoned and stranded after Hookfang leaves, lacking both his companionship and the freedom that having a dragon provided

Snotlout often confides in Hookfang even if it's just to complain about whatever is bothering him and they spent a lot of time together, without him his biggest source of comfort is gone

#check in on our local stinker suring this trying time #i made myself sad with this #damn #:(#plugs him out of the screen and swaddles him in a blanky #:)#httyd #how to train your dragon #rtte #race to the edge #i said httyd3 specifically but i first noticed the similarities to rtte so i'm still putting it in #httyd 3 #snotlout #snotlout jorgenson #i can't believe that Thom Yorke wrote this song about Snotlout #that's so cool of him !#thanks Thom <3

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howtowhumpyourhiccup · 9 months ago

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Hallowtober 2024 Day 2

Pus

Summary: Set during RttE. Snotlout got bitten by a strange Night Terror and now he might be in trouble.

Warning: Animal Death, Sickfic, Plague

Rating: Mature

Dead Dove: Yes

Words: 802

Prompts: Infection

Fandom: How to Train Your Dragon

Characters: Hiccup, Toothless, Snotlout, Astrid, Fishlegs

Pairing: /

Author's Notes:

Decided to whump Snotlout in this one, based on the episode "Bad Moon Rising".

Enjoy!

-XOXOX-

“Are you sure you don’t want at least Fishlegs to take a look at it?” Hiccup asks, worry etched on his face. He reaches for the bandage around Snotlout’s right arm, who quickly pulls it out of his reach.

“I told you, I’m fine!” He snaps at his friend, who only looks mildly surprised, but does look mostly hurt. It makes Snotlout feel bad about the way he reacted, he knows just how much Hiccup cares about his Dragon Riders.

The two of them are in the clubhouse, Snotlout sits at the table in the middle while Hiccup stands nearby. Toothless, his ever-present shadow, is also here and watching from a few feet away.

A couple of days ago, one of them found themselves bitten by one of the Night Terrors that he was messing with and he refused to tell anyone until his Monstrous Nightmare decided to out his injury. When made to explain himself, Snotlout claimed he wasn’t messing around and the Terror was acting strange. It was casted out of Smidvarg’s pack, which made his story sound even stranger.

Fishlegs took care of him. Snotlout’s injury was washed, stitched where it needed to be and then dressed. Presently, the bandage looks dirty and his arm is so painful not even his hand retains any strength. But Astrid, Fishlegs, Ruffnut and Tuffnut decided it was Hiccup’s job to talk with him about it as the leader. If he couldn’t get through to him on his own, then they would deal with Snotlout as a team.

Hiccup’s look of hurt must’ve done him in or perhaps Snotlout doesn’t feel well enough to keep up the fight. He decides to cave and offers up his arm. Hiccup takes it, his skin hot under his touch. Unwrapping the dressing, the bite located on the fleshiest part of his forearm, he takes a look.

A smell so putrid it immediately makes him gag fills their nostrils. Hiccup does his best not to throw up even as Snotlout nearly loses the fight. Toothless straight up runs for the door, where he can get some fresh air.

Holding on, Hiccup and Snotlout both take a look and find a stomach-churning wound. It’s a deep, deep red, nearing the color purple, and entirely crusted over. The laceration in the middle that was stitched is swollen and leaking pus, the skin pulled taut and the torn edges raised. It was the source of the rancid smell and Hiccup quickly covers it back up.

“We’re not telling Fishlegs, we’re going straight to Gothi,” he tells Snotlout and there is no fighting him on his decision. He’ll go with Toothless alone just to get to Berk fast enough. Because Snotlout is in trouble and they can’t wait a day longer.

-XOXOX-

With the three of them gone and Hookfang following after them, Astrid takes it upon herself to find the Night Terror that caused her friend’s sorry state. She can’t help but be suspicious, she was suspicious of his tale when he first told it days ago and now she has even more reason to believe that something could be going on.

“I’m not sure how finding the Night Terror will help. Maybe we should just head for Berk? Hiccup and Snotlout should be about halfway there by now,” Fishlegs follows her as she walks through the forest. She’s going aimlessly, just following her gut and heading straight for where he knows Smidvarg’s Gang isn’t.

“And we’ll be going right after them soon, but first, we need to find that dragon.”

“But why?”

“We’ll know it when we find it,” and that tells Fishlegs that Astrid isn’t sure what she’s looking for either. He worries, he and Meatlug both want to leave for home soon.

When a putrid stench hits their noses, they know they’ve found it. And while Fishlegs doesn’t want to follow his nose to the source, Astrid stomps onward in determination. She heads straight for it, she wastes not a single second.

With her axe, she pushes a bush out of the way and a literal colony of flies flee. Astrid covers her nose and mouth, she almost draws back from the foulness of it all. She’s not unfamiliar with corpses, whether human, dragon or animal. But when she looks down, Fishlegs reluctantly follows her example, and they stare down at what they can easily confirm is a very dead Night Terror. Pustules and lesions of varrying sizes litter its body. And besides the flies, no scavengers have even tried to touch it. Probably for good reason, too.

“Oh no,” Fishlegs whimpers, a hand covers his mouth, too.

“We’re bagging it,” Astrid immediately decides. Whatever this dragon had, they gave it to Snotlout and maybe Gothi needs to see it if they want her to treat him properly.

#hallowtober #hallowtober 2024 #httyd fics #httyd movies #rtte #race to the edge #hiccup haddock #toothless #hicctooth #snotlout jorgenson #astrid hofferson #fishlegs ingerman #hiccup and the dragon riders #animal death #plague #sickfic #my fanfics #pus

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