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taken from my twt ! have some rough hiccup sketches from urs truly ! to make up for the period of absence. vv slight nudity below the cut, some quick study on hic's bodily appearance. <3

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˖　　❚   　🐉　　answered　⟋　accepting　　✱　⁔

＊　ׅ　　PROMPTED　　━━　　let  me  out  ,   please  ?　　￤　　゛@loptdyr  .　　¨　　◌

𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧  𝐡𝐚𝐝  𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭  𝐢𝐭𝐬  𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬    ━━━     𝐧𝐨𝐭  𝐨𝐧  𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐡,     but  in  the  hollows  silence  fills  when  words  can  no  longer  do  the  heavy  lifting.     the  others  had  already  taken  to  the  skies,     laughter  and  triumph  trailing  faintly  behind  their  retreat,     airing  out  in  bliss  towards  the  gods  above.     hiccup  remained  behind,  boots  scuffed  with  soot,     fingers  tinged  in  the  blackened  residue  of  fire—pocked  earth.     the  adrenaline  had  long  since  curdled  into  something  colder,    something  still.

the  cage  loomed  before  him,     almost  engulfed  by  smoke    &.     shadow,     tucked  behind  what  once  may  have  been  a  barricade  or  altar    (...)     they  couldn't  tell  which.     its  bars  were  warped,    not  by  time,     but  by  thrashing.     not  just  of  muscle,    but  of  will.   he  stepped  closer.   the  dragon  inside  was  nothing  like  the  ones  they  rode,  nothing  like  the  ones  they'd  grown  alongside.    it  bore  no  saddle,     no  stitch  of  harness.     its  scales  were  unpolished  by  wind,     dulled  not  by  age  but  by  confinement.     every  inch  of  its  frame  bespoke  the  wild    ━━━     the  untamed  corners  of  the  world  that  no  map  dared  name.

a  single  eye  met  his.     not  in  challenge    ━━━    but  in  appeal.   the  language  that  followed  was  not  one  of  tongue  nor  teeth.     no  roar,     no  shriek,     no  hiss.     instead﹕     a  slow,     aching  furl  of  wings    ━━━     not  out,     but  in.     a  slight  tilt  of  the  head,     just  enough  to  expose  the  soft  place  beneath  the  jaw.     the  tail  curled  in  tight,     shoulders  drawn  in  a  hush  of  motion.  dragonese,     yes    (...)     but  not  the  kindly  taught.     not  the  kind  learned.     this  was  older.     softer.     a  shuddering  exhale,     pulled  deep  from  the  diaphragm,     trembled  into  a  hum  too  low  to  echo.    a  question,     a  longing.    a  name  not  yet  spoken.

let  me  out,     please  ?

the  words  brushed  against  hiccup's  bones  like  moth  wings,     fragile  and  fluttering,     their  weight  all  the  heavier  for  their  gentleness.     and  something  in  him    (...)     something  concrete,     earned  and  ragged  at  the  edges  folded.     he  took  another  step,     slow  and  deliberate.     not  as  a  warrior,     but  as  something  far  more  dangerous﹕    a  witness.     one  who  saw,    and  chose  to  see.       “     hey  there,    ”        he  murmured,  not  really  expecting  an  answer.       “     i'm  gonna  get'cha  outta  there,    ”        they  could  tell  it  wanted  freedom  for  vengeance.     it  ached  the  skies.    and  stars  curse  him,     hiccup  knew  the  taste  of  that  kind  of  longing.     their  hand  hovered  at  the  latch,     heart  thudding  like  war  drums  muffled  by  wool.     they  didn't  look  back.    they  couldn't.

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hiccup and snotlout brothers energy

i went a bit all out for this one but i love the prompt sm THEY ARE SO SIBLING CODED

shout out to @jacks-ace for the inspiration for this

(sorry y’all im super tired today ill be continuing the asks tomorrow 😭❤️)

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happy pride

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Work in progress! I just finished reading @sboochi 's WONDERFUL story: Heirs. Needless to say that I fell in love with it. Here's Hiccup in his Fewor clothes (still need to add a couple of details here and there) 🐉

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still on my rtte rewatch ... i really love the thorston twins 'n hiccup's relationship / friendship so much man. they're SO funny.

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( another collection of ROMANTASY drunken confessions dialogue prompts. adjust phrasing as necessary.) feel free to make edits to better suit your muse.

"You're the poison I drank willingly… and now I don’t want the cure."

"If loving you means starting a war with the gods, then someone better hand me a sword."

"I’ve kissed your shadow more times than I’ve had the courage to touch you."

"They warned me your kind doesn't love like humans. So why do I feel like I matter to you?"

"I know I’m drunk, but tell me anyway—do you ever think about us?"

"Maybe I wasn’t meant for happy endings, but gods, I wanted one with you."

"I was supposed to betray you. That was the whole plan. Then you kissed me."

"You saved me. Not with magic. With your stupid, beautiful heart."

"If this is a dream, let me stay here just a little longer."

"I don't want to wake up tomorrow and pretend I don't want you."

"Even if the veil between realms shatters, I’ll still find you."

"You’re the last piece of the prophecy… and the only one I don’t want to lose."

"I drank truthwine, so I can't lie. So listen closely: I want you. Gods help me, I want you."

"Everyone thinks I'm the hero. But you? You're the only one who makes me feel human."

"They say a fae can’t fall in love. But if this isn’t love, then tell me what else it could be."

"You want to know why I act weird around you? It’s because I know exactly what your lips would taste like."

"I’ve watched you fall asleep by the fire every night and pretended I didn’t wish it was my arms you fell into."

"I only drink when you're near. Because it's the only way I can stop myself from telling you everything."

"You're in every damn dream I have. Even the ones that end in fire."

"You’re drunk. I know. But if you ask me to stay, I will. And I won’t pretend anymore."

"Tell me this means nothing and I’ll walk away. But if you feel even half of what I do… just say it."

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˖　　❚   　🐉　　answered　⟋　accepting　　✱　⁔

＊　ׅ　　𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓.　　━━　　❝     i've  been  sarcastic  since  the  day  i  was  born  .    ❞

•　　￤　　゛@prsonatm  ,   valka  .　　¨　　◌

𝐚𝐧𝐝  𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭  𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞  𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭﹔     their  words,     the  one,     reliant  thing  that  hiccup  somehow  manages  to  find  aplenty,     dissolves  along  the  tip  of  their  tongue.      maw  hangs  open,      then  closes,      in  a  repeated  action  similar  to  that  of  the  shoals  of  dragon  feed.     a  relented  chuckle  spews,     and  they  shake  their  head  in  disbelief.    or  was  it  incredulity  ?       “    why did i even ask,    ”         that  timely  interjection,     while  in  the  midst  of  a  conversation  long  needed  between  son    &.     mother,     absolves  all  needed  tension  to  carry  forth.     it  filled  a  gap  between  them,    not  completely  bridged,     but,     surely  made  it  easier  to  appear  crossable.

then,     silence  befell,     crackling  of  the  barely  tended  fire  punctuates  their  conversation,     like  white—noise﹔     something  they  both  found  comfortable  simply  sinking  into  whilst  the  tension  of  wordlessness  needles  its  way  through  years  of  her  absence.     it's  unspoken,    obviously,    neither  touched  onto  it.     never  had  the  time  to,     partially.    mostly  because  hiccup  didn't  know  how  to.    the  one  time  where  words  would  be  useful  as  their  greatest  ally,     became  an  unprecedented  adversary.     their  jaw  clenches,     body  re—wounding  itself  back  taut     ⟋     winding  up  just  like  a  marionette.      digits  to  gently  tug  at  the  edges  of  tattered  long  sleeves,     fabrics  easing  the  brewing  static  building  within.

“     uh,    ”        he  begins,     interjection  almost  too  loud  for  the  ears  of  two.     toying  with  the  fraying  threads  nearing  the  ends  of  his  tunic,     undone  and  left  to  spread  simply  because  it  felt  comforting  along  calloused  fingertips.     something  to  fidget  with  when  sound  became  unbearable.       “     do  you  have  any  other  stories  with    (...)    ”        a  pause,       “    dad  ?    ”        the  word  leaves  a  bitter  taste,     bad   &.   clumsy.     and  they  hear  it  in  their  own  voice﹔     small,     needy,     young.     he's  long  grown  used  to  standing  without  help     ━━━     some  lessons  come  early,     and  stay﹔     engrained    &.    stitched  into.     so,     they  recompose.       “     i  mean,     you  don't  have  to,    ”      self—effacing,     timid.    folding  into  itself.       “    (...)     only  if  you  want  to,    ”        and  yet,     still  perpetually,    unshakably    &.     stubbornly  hopeful.

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pride month stuff for you :D

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the body as territory — some meta in hiccup's identity.

• hiccup is FtM! he's an enby transmasc. <3 they/he for reference. he binds with gobber's help, and funnily enough, had gobber be the first to find out about their trans journey! they forget to unbind, its CHRONIC. toothless occasionally keeps track of it. only once he's begun to heave dense breathes while riding him.

• he's prone to wearing heavy set clothing / clothing that'll make himself look bigger than he is, to hide bodily insecurities. he's not overly fragile about it, but will always opt for long sleeves indoors. all his handcrafted dragon armor is made with the intention to seem bulky﹔ not to intimidate, but to stabilize. he often brings along the late chief's cloak to meetings too, whenever anxiety spikes, they paw subtly at the fringes of its pelt. it feels like stoick, like home, like warmth.

• while preferably masc—presenting, he begins to reclaim his past self by growing out his hair, especially after stoick's passing to commemorate memories shared. it's often braided and fastened with beads of golds, silver or bone worn like quiet prayers. he has runes studded on each of it﹔ some examples used are, sowilo symbol of becoming, dagaz symbol of transition, algiz symbol of protection, eihwaz symbol of endurance through loss, tiwaz symbol of duty, kenaz symbol of creativity, ansuz symbol of wisdom and legacy, and raidho symbol of journey. each made of different material, more will be expanded on soon!

• a secret bind—rune kept close, hidden within the base of his hair / nearing the nape, the twin braids so lovingly twined by astrid's hands, it bears a custom symbol﹔ aksel, a chosen name given by valka upon her full return. aksel means﹔ god's helmet, or father of peace, to uphold his title as peacekeeper ﹠ protector of both their people and the dragons.

• he doesn't particularly loathe his body, ( at least not DEATHLY ) but he doesn't trust how it's seen under the eyes of others. he's constantly held taut with muscles, shoulders squared and arms kept away from their body — simply trying to seem more. it's a posture learned from stoick. when touched, he braces not from fear, but from an internal reflex.

• flight is euphoric, in the skies, his body isn't read, it's free and uncriticized. his chest isn't flat, nor curved, not tight nor loose, it's wind—wrapped ﹠ weightless. his flight suit melds with his own, it becomes skin with the zephyrs. toothless has also never questioned him, never looked at him with the eyes of " are you sure? " their connection simply predates hiccup's identity, his voice change and leadership, their bond simply transcends the before's and after's. he knew me before i found myself, and still chose me.

• his harness is custom—fit. designed and perfected over the years for comfort across the chest ﹠ hips. it gently cradles their form without pressing into dysphoric shapes, the buckles are adjusted til they're practically a second spine. his gloves are lined with toothless' scales, not just got grip, but for grounding. it's used as a stim when anxious.

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˖　　❚   　🐉　　answered　⟋　accepting　　✱　⁔

＊　ׅ　　𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑  𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓.　　━━━　　oh  ,   i'm   hurt   !    i   am   very   much   hurt   !

•　￤　　゛@loptdyr   ,    toothless   .　　¨　　◌

𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫  𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬  𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫  𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫  𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐟  𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡  𝐚  𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤  𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭  𝐜𝐚𝐧  𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲  𝐛𝐞  𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐞𝐝  𝐚𝐬  𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠,     yet,     it  doesn't  cradle  the  same  intensity  as  a  ruler,     but  rather  an  exasperated  fondness  of  an  old  friend  that's  witnessed  an  all  too  familiar  antic  he's  seen  over  a  dozen  of  times.       “     c'mon  now,     the great, unholy offspring of lightning and death, bested by a little splinter ?     ”        gesturing  over  to  the  very  to  the  very  tip  of  that  velvet—dark  tail,  where  the  so—called  grievous  injury  made  its  debut    ━━━   a  thorn  no  larger  than  a  crooked  needle,     embedded  with  such  pitiful  precision  one  might  have  mistaken  it  for  a  deliberate  accessory. it wasn't pain, it was pantomime.

( had it been this easy, they'd be drafting out his statue years ago. )

they  crouch,     knees  folding  into  the  soft,     dew—heavy  grass,     the  leather  of  their  bracer  creaking  faintly  beneath  the  movement.     the  morning  mist  had  not  yet  burned  away,     and  it  clung  to  the  hem  of  their  tunic  like  reluctant  ghosts.    his  breath  makes  no  show  of  itself,     but  the  sigh  he  exhales  bears  the  weight  of  a  thousand  other  such  mornings,     where  stubbornness    &.     melodrama  met  in  the  shape  of  wings  and  childish  offense.       “     honestly,     ”        he  murmurs,     fingers  brushing  the  hide  with  reverence  more  befitting  a  relic  than  a  sulking  beast.       “     i  should've  been  knighted  by  now.     for  patience,     if  nothing  else.     ”      for  all  toothless'  pretensions,     that  gleaming  emerald  eye  peeked  up  at  him,     half—lidded,  shimmering  with  unspoken  mischief  beneath  layers  of  ostensible  injury.     the  dragon  gave  a  pathetic  little  huff,     then  nosed  his  own  side  with  a  long—suffering  sigh  that  almost  sounded  like,    you'll  miss  me  when  i'm  gone.

the  heir  crouches,    careful    &.     deliberate,     fingers  brushing  the  dragon's  flank  as  though  addressing  a  dignitary  rather  than  a  scaly,    oversized  toddler.     the  thorn  itself  comes  free  with  a  delicate  flick,     barely  resisting  before  surrendering  itself  to  his  palm.     he  examines  it  with  mock  solemnity,     turning  it  against  the  pale  light  ⟋ awaiting the slim chances of  some  hidden  curse revealed.     with  the  same  absurd  ceremonial  air,     they  pinch  it  between  two  fingers    &.     lifts  it  as  if  offering  it  to  some  invisible  tribunal.       “    the  splinter  has  been  vanquished.     the  kingdom  may  rest  easy,     ”        they  intone,     hiccup  glances  sideways  then,     expression  caught  somewhere  between  amusement    &.     disbelief,     brows  lifting  as  if  to  say﹕    was  the  performance  truly  necessary  ?     but  there  is  no  venom  behind  it.    no  ire.     only  the  weary  affection  of  one  who  knows  the  theatrics  by  heart.

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⋆｡‧˚ʚ💋ɞ˚‧｡⋆ 𝐰𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 

𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 - send ‘reverse’ for the sender and receiver to swap. adjust wording as needed!

[ hoodie ] sender pulls their oversized hoodie over receiver’s head and tugs the hood gently into place

[ cheek kiss ] sender leans in to kiss receiver’s cheek mid-laughter, just because they can

[ hand hold ] sender absentmindedly reaches for receiver’s hand while they’re walking, thumb brushing softly

[ forehead rest ] sender leans their forehead gently against receiver’s, eyes closed

[ nap pile ] sender and receiver accidentally fall asleep tangled together on the couch, limbs everywhere

[ spooning ] sender wraps around receiver protectively and mumbles half-asleep affirmations into their shoulder

[ little things ] sender braids a strand of receiver’s hair, ties their shoelaces, or tucks a blanket around them (feel free to specify the action to fit the dynamic)

[ slow sway ] music’s barely playing, but sender still pulls receiver close for a quiet, living-room dance

[ sleepy mumble ] receiver starts dozing off, and sender whispers soft things they won’t remember in the morning

[ clingy ] sender wraps their arms around receiver from behind and refuses to let go

[ kiss sandwich ] sender kisses receiver’s cheeks one after the other

[ chest pillow ] sender lays with their head on receiver’s chest, content just listening to their heartbeat

[ under blanket ] sender pulls the blanket higher and tucks receiver closer with a sleepy smile

[ you first ] sender insists receiver picks the movie or gets the last bite of dessert (feel free to specify to fit the dynamic)

[ phone photo ] sender snaps a candid photo of receiver mid-laughter and saves it like it’s a treasure

[ temple kiss ] sender presses a soft kiss to receiver’s temple as they pass by, as natural as breathing

[ hands in hair ] receiver plays with sender’s hair while they lay in their lap and hum softly

[ jacket drape ] sender silently puts their coat around receiver’s shoulders without saying a word

[ sleepy cling ] sender wakes up to find receiver curled into them, clinging like they’ll float away

[ morning light ] early sun streams in as sender watches receiver sleep, brushing hair from their face

[ surprise note ] sender tucks a little love note into receiver’s bag or book to find later

[ rain watch ] sender and receiver sit inside, curled up with warm drinks, watching the rain in quiet contentment

[ finger trace ] sender traces little shapes on receiver’s skin absentmindedly as they lay together

[ shared scarf ] sender and receiver share the same scarf and walk pressed together

[ tucked in ] sender gently tucks receiver into bed, kisses their forehead, and whispers goodnight

𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

❝ you’re my favorite place to be. ❞

❝ don’t go. just a little longer, okay? ❞

❝ you smile like that and i forget what i was saying. ❞

❝ it’s you. it’s always been you. ❞

❝ i like waking up next to you. ❞

❝ this... this feels like home. ❞

❝ you’re so easy to love, you know that? ❞

❝ you don’t have to do anything. just being here is enough. ❞

❝ stay here. fall asleep with me. ❞

❝ i made you coffee. extra sweet, just how you like it. ❞

❝ i could listen to your laugh forever. ❞

❝ i think i loved you before i even realized it. ❞

❝ i don’t care what we do, as long as it’s with you. ❞

❝ i missed you more than i know how to say. ❞

❝ you’re safe with me. always. ❞

❝ let me take care of you today, yeah? ❞

❝ i just really, really like being yours. ❞

❝ you have the kindest eyes i’ve ever seen. ❞

❝ being around you makes everything feel softer. ❞

❝ i’m not letting go first this time. ❞

❝ you make everything feel less heavy. ❞

❝ come here. let me hold you for a while. ❞

❝ i’d rather do nothing with you than something with anyone else. ❞

❝ you don’t have to be perfect for me to love you. ❞

❝ even on your worst days, you’re still my favorite person. ❞

❝ i didn’t know how much i needed this until you. ❞

❝ promise me you’ll always stay this close. ❞

❝ i feel like i can breathe when i’m with you. ❞

❝ you’re the calm in every storm. ❞

❝ there’s no one else i’d rather build a life with. ❞

❝ every day with you is my favorite. ❞

❝ you mean more to me than words could ever explain. ❞

❝ i’ll choose you in every lifetime. ❞

❝ you’re my soft place to land. ❞

❝ your laugh makes everything feel right again. ❞

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there will never not be a day where i'm completely sane about hiccup horrendous haddock iii.

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using all my remaining brain power to edit me a fresh refurbished pinned in a second, thanks for being so patient! <3 inbox is currently opened and welcoming new asks, feel free to pester this silly dragon—loving fella.

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Yknow when characters tremble when their love interest touches them in an affectionate way because they've hidden their love for so long it's become physically painful? Makes me go apeshit every single damn time I want that shit everywhere

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𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐯𝐞  𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠  𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐝  𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐚'𝐬  𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧﹔   how  faer  shoulders  curled  in,     how  their  breath  stilled  under  the  weight  of  too  many  names,   fae’s  the  only  one  they've  been  waiting  for.     the  only  real  thing  in  a  room  built  to  shimmer  and  vanish.

they  arrived  with  more  spectacle  than  sense    ━━━     banners  too  bold,     eyes  too  many    (...)     and  already  it  was  clear﹕     his  absence  had  carved  a  gap  shaped  precisely  like  him.  every  step  felt  borrowed,     every  glance  a  ghost  of  stoick's  shadow.     once  the  village  runt,     now  a  chief  in  foreign  silk,     paraded  into  a  ballroom  that  felt  more  like  a  stage  than  sanctuary.     arendelle  gleamed    ━━━     candlelit  columns,     ceilings  like  lullabies    (...)     and  each  bootfall  of  his  echoed  too  loud,     too  berk  against  the  polished  quiet.     the  cloak  hung  wrong,     the  tunic  strangled  with  velvet  niceties,     and  even  toothless  had  been  exiled  to  the  stables.     they  were  chief,      yes,     of  peace,     of  flame,     of  ruins  endured    ━━━     but  in  all  this  splendor,     he  still  felt  like  the  boy  with  the  broken  gait  and  borrowed  title.      (     maybe  that’s  all  he  ever  was,     crown  or  not.     )

they  said  chief  like  it  was  a  novelty     ⟋     something  borrowed,     dusted,     and  donned  just  for  the  night.     answered  in  half—truths  and  practiced  politeness.     they  laughed  at  things  he  hadn’t  meant  to  be  jokes,     and  gasped  at  stories  he  barely  wanted  to  recall.     all  the  while,     aksel  stood  there  stiffly     ⟋     a  misshapen  carving  someone  had  dragged  in  from  the  woods  and  tried  to  polish  up  for  display.     the  suit  they  made  them  wear  felt  more  like  armor  than  leather  ever  had,     but  less  useful.     suffocating,     really.     their  appearance  became  the  talk  of  it  all,     and  hiccup,     for  all  his  weighted  legacies,     became  celebrated  because  of  a  father's  grave.

“     and  you  were  really  the  one  to  slay  him  ?    ”        ⟋       “ is  it  true  your  dragon  obeys  only  your  voice  ?    ”        ⟋       “     such  a  tragic  loss    ━━━     your  father  was  so  brave.     and  you're  so  young  to  be  chief.    ”

they've  said  something  soft,     one  of  those  words  that  falters  abruptly  mid—air,     and  nodded,     too  many  times,     continuing  an  already  slaughtered  conversation.     then  he  stepped  back,     clean,     quiet.   no  one  noticed.     or  they  did,     the  way  you  notice  warmth  leaving  a  room.     the  talk  went  on  without  him    ━━━     dragons,     they  said,     like  wings,     like  wonder,     like  he  hadn’t  bled  for  them.     to  them,     dragons  were  glitter  and  glass.     he  was  long  gone  before  the  smiles  returned.

he'd  gone  off  chasing  for  elsa,     just  before  they've  fully  ghosted  the  charity.     it’s  an  immense  effort  for  the  two  biggest  spectacles  to  wander  off  unnoticed,     but  they  were  willing  to  try.       “     i  do,    really,    ”        their  eyes  dip,     and  so  does  the  rest  of  him.     words  drawled,     their  norwegian  could  use  a  bit  of  work.     this  had  become  a  strange  parallel  to  calming  frenzied  dragons,     he  approaches  them  slow,     but  deliberate﹔     enough  to  affirm  he  wasn’t  leaving,     but  was  granted  an  leeway  should  fae  needed  them  to.

“     i've  missed  you,    ”        and  they  flare  red  almost  instantaneously,     caught  on  fire  with  their  own  forwardness.     they  backtrack,     almost  stumbling  between  the  myriads  of  stutters.       “     i  hope  my  letters  did  convey  that  as  well  as  i  intended  to,     i've  sent  you  drawings  too.    ”

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@furysmark asked ❝ you know i’m yours, right? i only have eyes for you. ❞ / in a crowded setting!

The way the Ice Queen of Arendelle was used to these royal events, especially when the new spring season is upon the northern kingdom that involves many MANY festivals and ballroom dances like on this night. Elsa didn't mind it as she was trained to attend and host these events, making everything perfect so the royal queen kept her distance from everyone. It was common for fae distance by standing upright beside one of the ballroom pillars seeing her sister anna and her fiancé kristoff, olaf, distant family, neighbors princess and princes, but more importantly her betrothed since childhood. The Viking Chief Hiccup.

The way he was so different since she last saw him, it was a shame but a blessing that he didn't attend Elsa coronation a year or two back. How she was a monster /and still was by skeptical visitors/. The blonde let out a sigh looking at her empty glass that once had iced water in it, fae took glances from her glass to their surroundings, always looking at her betrothed until she noticed hiccup wasn't there. Head raising more alert looking left and right through the full ballroom of people.

The voice she heard was behind her. Elsa was stunned to speak on her betrothed words, feeling one of hiccup hands glanced over one of hers ice cold hands. ❝ you . . . you don't mean that, we haven't seen each other since we were small and form a connection again not that long ago. ❞ elsa spoke quietly between the two.

Fae needed to distance faerself, yes deep down fae was jealous of how neighboring princesses were all around Hiccup, but that would be SELFISH of Elsa. Something a royal like her couldn't be, especially over something like love.

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