#Fem Hiccup

[dianagj-art]

These are old but they had to be posted someday

I didn't want to post the second one for the longest time just because they are little spoilers for my fic of what's to happen on a future chapter, I wanted to wait to post the chapter first but then i stopped writing for like... years. But I'm working on them again and now i'm exited about it so... here!

The first one is an alternative outfit to her usual green shirt

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misc doodles

Stoic was such a heartbreaker in his youth.

And I headcanonn that a couple first years after Valka's dissaperance he was very, very bad at caring for Hiccup. Thank god for Gobber. And all the lonely women in the village who wanted to console the chief (they didn't succeed btw. only got weirded out by the little runt <3)

[ink-dot-kay]

another doodle of httyd (genderswap version :/ )

[susspirria]

Thinking about faceclaims for Female Hiccup as i write my fic and can't help but zone in on Ella Purnell if only for the eyes...

[crispy-kitten-princess]

Girls

I love stories about becoming a king!!!!! Oh god i ll cry

I have much more art on my blog!!! If you are familiar with the books i invite you to explore more!!!! (Tag #my httyd)

[awii-lyn]

Best way to start pride month

Live, laugh, Yuri Hijack

[mr-business-whump]

colored another @mdoodlerfandomart piece because how could i ever ignore fem vigcup (as mers, to boot)

close ups and alternative version without the water effects below the cut!

[quiet-art-kid]

Hiccazi but make it gay

so i'm not really a Hiccami/hiccazi shipper, but I saw one post about a fem hiccup x camicazi and idk that ship being wlw just hits different so here is my trans fem hiccup x camicazi fanart. Credit to @crispy-kitten-princess for the idea.

[galaxyregent]

So when baby number two came around it was less of shock, Hiccup was still mildly convinced conceiving her son so easily was a fluke, and yet, here was was with a one year old son and another in her belly. Hiccup's family has always had fertility issues. Dagur's did not.

Dagur was always thrilled when they were getting a new member of the family. I imagine of the two, Dagur had a stronger parental instinct, and was very nurturing. It was almost like he was able to channel his more violent impulses to something more productive. Mostly true. It's been shown to be the case in the show that once you find yourself in his affections, he does everything in his power to protect. Dagur of course does everything in his power to make Hiccups' pregnancies easier, drawing baths, feeding her cravings etc. Dagur desperately wanted a daughter, a daughter he could raise to be a great warrior. He's gotten lucky, baby two was little Sigrid, a great warrior with a gentle heart.

This was actually somewhat based on my late grandfather. My grandfather had two brothers and two sons, so when he got three granddaughters, he was ecstatic. The three of us could do no wrong.

To be clear Hiccup is not upset she's pregnant per say. She was happy to have another addition to the family. But being pregnant means she can't go jumping off cliff to test flight suits, ride Toothless into unknown territory for dragon research or work in the forge. It just means she can't be the feral little gremlin she is at heart. Hiccup struggled more with the role of parent, not helped by how easily to seemed to come to her husband. It seemed supremely unfair how naturally fatherhood came to a borderline madman.

Also she finds Dagur's doting, both annoying and embarrassing.

And kind of sweet.

[knight-hiccup]

𝐌𝐀𝐄𝐋𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝟏 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 |

𝐇𝐢𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩 𝐇𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝘅 𝗳𝗲𝗺!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

𝐤𝐞𝐲

☁︎ 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, ♡ 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, ⏾ 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭, ✦ 𝐠0𝐫𝐞, ✔ 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞, ✎ 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, ⋆ 𝐰𝐢𝐩

Summary: After a deadly tempest rage against Berk, a maelstrom in the sea claims your parents—Where you were then eventually passed into the gruff, tender care of Gobber as his adopted niece. Help raising you beneath the clang of his forge alongside his own godson, Hiccup, a boy destined to defy the world. Hiccup and you stand through many hardships as childhood friends, and awkward occasions as two misfits against the world—a fierce baker of breads and a dreamer craving Viking glory.

updated 5.24.2025 -> Progress | Plans 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝟏 𝐨𝐟 𝐌𝐀𝐄𝐋𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐌 ↴ COMPLETE★✔ ↳ 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | Main theme | 𝐒𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆 <-(spoilers) ↳ 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ━━━ ✔ <-(spoilers)

↳ 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 ━━━ ✔⏾

↳ 𝐢 | 𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐊 ━━━ ✔☁︎

↳ 𝐢𝐢 | 𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐘 ━━━ ✔☁︎

↳ 𝐢𝐢𝐢 | 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 & 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 ━━━ ✔☁︎

↳ 𝐢𝐯 | 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 ━━━ ✔⏾ ☁︎

↳ 𝐯 | 𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐂𝐔𝐏 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐈𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 ━━━ ✔⏾ ☁︎

↳ 𝐯𝐢 | 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃𝐒 ━━━ ✔☁︎

↳ 𝐯𝐢𝐢 | 𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐂𝐔𝐏 𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐍 ━━━ ✔⏾ ☁︎

↳ 𝐯𝐢𝐢𝐢 | 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐈 𝐆𝐎𝐓 ━━━ ✔⏾

↳ 𝐢𝐱 | 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐔𝐌𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐑 ━━━ ✔⏾ ☁︎

↳ 𝐱 | 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 ━━━ ✔⏾ ☁︎

↳ 𝐱𝐢 | 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 ━━━ ✔⏾✦ ☁︎

↳ 𝐱𝐢𝐢 | 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐒 (𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏) ━━━ ✔⏾✦ ☁︎

𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝟐 𝐨𝐟 𝐌𝐀𝐄𝐋𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐌 ↴ ONGOING ━━━ 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧 ⋆

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[milksuu]

ᴀ ʀᴜʟᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴀꜱʜ & ꜱᴛᴏʀᴍ ───── ♛ | 𝗣𝗧.𝗢𝟮

pairing: dark!hiccup x f!mute!reader

wc: 1.7k

tw: yandere, kidnapping, obsessive/possessive behavior, blood/violence, grotesque imagery, elements of horror

synopsis: You regretted the day they left him for dead. And you’d regret the day you ever saw him again—he’d make sure of that.

“Wake up, sleepy-head.” A childhood voice echoed like a distant memory in the void behind your eyes. Tearing through the dark threads of your subconscious. “Dinner’s getting cold.”

With a choked gasp, you emerged from the black pool of your mind. Your vision swam in a blurry haze, dimly lit by the sole fire pit in the room. When you blinked away the last smoke and ash from your lashes, you noted the ache of your body propped against a chair. 

Your sight then glazed over a long table displaying a feast only a vulture could salivate for. Unknown smells emanated from a mangled and strangled pheasant served past its due date. And across the table, something much worse. Skeleton bones seated tortuously, broken and dashed in all places. One with its skull completely detached from its person to serve as wicked center piece.

Your lips twisted into a nauseous bow.

“What, not hungry?” 

That same voice split through you again. Snatching your attention towards the head of the table, where Hiccup busied himself nonchalantly with a plate of his own. 

“Can’t say I blame you.” The scathing sounds of cutlery sent your nerves aflame. You wondered how such an ordinary sound could be so cruel to your ears. “Being kidnapped never opened up anyone’s appetite. Which is a shame, since that means I always end up having to do it.” 

You watched, eyes wide and round, as he sliced the belly of the roasted bird in a slow, agonizing horizontal line. 

“I’m just joking. You don’t have to sit there and watch me eat. You can leave if you want. I won't chase you.” He took a slow, meticulous bite, before his dulled eyes lulled to peer at you with a devouring glint. “Unless you want me to.”

Sucking your breath tight against your ribs, you shifted your gaze back to the table. A sight that wasn’t any better to look at. Not with all the scattered remains of guests that never made it past a sickening appetizer, and you weren’t a fool to think you would fare any better. Especially if you decided to entertain the obvious game of chase he’d proposed. 

You wanted no part in it. Whether it was being forced to swallow putrid catch, or fleeing until your limbs were detached from you—he wouldn’t receive the satisfaction.

Not from you, at least.

With a purse of your lips, your fingers pushed away the plate. Then a snap of pheasant bone bent between his fingers. You wondered if that would be your neck. You flinched when he breathed out a bitter chuckle. 

“I get it. My cooking's probably not the best. Hard to learn when you’re busy doing...other things.”

Your skin prickled when the chair scrapped against the stone as he stood. The clanging of his prosthetic growing louder in your ears, sending your heart into a gut churning beat. You held for breath as he reached in front of you, thinking he'd steal your very last. Instead, he grabbed a pitcher and gave your cup a gracious pour.

You made no attempt to accept.

His lip edged with amusement as he served himself the rest before taking a generous swig. A thin dribble streamed down his chin, down the curvature of his neck. It the made the remaining soot in your mouth cotton your tongue dry.

You stood to reason you didn’t have to eat, but surely, you still had to drink. And if he had drank from the same pitcher, then...

When he wiped the wet of his skin and turned a shoulder, you quickly took the cup and drank without a sound. 

“You’re right,” he drawled openly, circling the head of the table. “Why waste time chewing bad food when we have so much talk about. I would ask you to go first, but that might take a little longer. I’ll be quick, though. Promise.”

When he turned, you hastily placed the cup back onto the table, pretending as if you hadn’t succumbed to his offering. 

“When you’re down a leg a short of a few meals, you almost get the sense that death is trying to tell you something. But everyone knows vikings are stubborn; we don’t listen to anything. So, after you and everyone else left for me for dead, I limped till my bandages were soaked red, and ate till my body was paralyzed.” There was a beat in the air as he rimmed the cup with his index finger. “From poison, obviously.”

Your heart and stomach sank when you realized what he had done. What you had done. You covered your shaking mouth with your hand, wishing you could take back the liquid you swallowed. 

“You know, at first I thought I was just another run-of-the mill starving idiot, eating whatever animal or plant I could. Poisonous or not. Until I stopped blacking out and waking up with a mouth full of dirt. Which really saves you from those moments when you’re just minding your own business at a Northern Market tavern, and some random up-to-no-gooder decides to spice up your drink. Boy, you should’ve seen the look of surprise on his face.”

He set his emptied cup and picked up the decapitated skull piece at the table's center, scratching at the nicks and dents in the bone.

“And what I did to it afterwards.”

The corners of his mouth pinned themselves to his dimples. It turned the once endearing sight into twisted holes that looked more like nails had dug cruelly into his cheeks.

“Oh. Don’t worry. The poison won’t kill you. I mean, it almost killed me. Couple of times, actually, but not you. Can’t have that wrench in my plans.” 

Hiccup sauntered towards the fire pit blazing to be fed with whatever he had to offer. He muttered something underneath his breath, seeming to argue with the skull he juggled between his hands. 

“I bet you’re wondering if I killed my dad. No, not yet. Vikings—stubborn, remember? We just talked about this. You can’t stab a mountain and hope it bleeds. You wither it down, break it apart, stone by stone. Until it just…” Hiccup tossed the skull into the fire’s arms, watching it feed its hot stomach with human remains. “Turns to dust.” 

He clapped the bone debris from his calloused fingers. 

“It won’t be much longer until my dad’s failures pile up like a heap of rubble, and just to spite him, that’ll be the foundation of where I’ll begin. Become the leader he could never be. A leader who brings actual peace and prosperity to Berk.” There was a crack of laughter, and he grasped his head to steady himself. “Against my own dragons! How hilarious is that?” 

The howl carried across the innards of the cave was never a gust of wind, but the screeches of dragons bellied deep within the mountain. Echoing through the cavernous walls, enough to shake the rocky fangs protruding from the ceiling.

“You can’t tell me that’s not pure poetry. His so-called biggest failure—me—becomes what he always thought I could never be. What he now fears I can be.” He twisted, pacing to place himself at your side, lurking close to your ear. “Chief.”

You remained silent, as you could only do. Even if you weren't mute, you wouldn't be able to say anything coherent. The poison bit into your lips, slithered down your throat to curl inside your chest and claw its way through every remaining part of your body. It chewed into your muscles till you felt like nothing more than pliable clay. Still, you wanted to defy it.

Defy him more than anything.

Without so much a look or inclination to respond to him in a manner he could understand, you simply dragged a nail against the wood of the chair. In that subtle, mono glyphic language Gothi had taught you.

You drew the scathing remark: To Hel with you.

“That’s not very nice to say. But if that’s where you’d like me to go...” He spun the dinner chair, gripped the arms of it, and pinned you with his presence alone. “Then how about I drag you down with me? I could sure use the company.”

Before you could comprehend the fact he understood you, the rough of his hand swiftly captured the underside of your arm. A rush of blood drained from your head as he yanked you to stand. You stumbled in his grasp as he dragged you closer and closer to the fire pit roaring with heat. The effects of the drug coating your nerves, making it impossible to fight every pull and tug of your body.

 Would he throw you in?

You were answered physically when his fingers unlatched, and your weight crumbled to the floor, inches away from licking flames.

"Go ahead." The command was blunt, a crushing blow to the back of your head. “Show me what Hel’s got in store for me.”

Your temples throbbed as you raised your chin, staring into the gaping mouth of the fire. Every part of you screamed to run away, but the flames beckoned you to stay, calling for the taste of poison in your veins.

Your ceremonial dagger—dropped at your side—whispered for you to take, take, take!

Spell bound by the incantation, you took the dagger in your trembling hands. Heard the sharpest point of iron begging to meet your skin. Obliging, you let it drink from a horizontal line in your palm. Not letting it be too greedy, you fed a serving of blood to the heart of the fire. It sparked and writhed hungrily, consuming every drop, wanting to lap it down to your tendons if it could.

When plums of smoke formed, images danced inside the clouds. The crash of black waves against the jagged cliff rocks. The flash of lightning through an never ending storm of ash. The cries of those you knew, drowned in a sea of jowls and wings. It stung your eyes and tears lined your vision, desperate to deny it all. Wanting the God's to reconsider. Worse part of it all....

....you stood at his side.

Consumed wholly by your mortifying entrancement, you hadn't noticed the scripture you'd written in blood on the stone. Hiccup crouched at your side, his head tilted in amusement.

"I always liked how bad you were at hiding what you were feeling," he said, taking your face in his leathered hands. "It's kinda cute, except now in a pathetic sort of way."

You choked on a silent cry as his thumbs brushed away the tears scolding your flushed cheeks. He brought your mouth a mere breath away, and whispered cruelly against your lips.

"Guess Hel has everything I want."

[dianagj-art]

can they please get me out of art block

[fanartsofliliput]

Fem!Hiccup au: the final exam

She managed to escape with Toothless, with Hookfang being captured again.

Stayed until sundown in their quarry, hoping that Astrid would get out of the village and tell her what happened after she left, but no luck - Astrid and others were confined to their homes while adults were discussing what to do.

Left afterwards with her basket of stuff (she left it in quarry just in case) and went to the dragon's island. In my au, Hiccup told Astrid that if something happens in the arena or she chikens out and leaves before the exam, Astrid should tell Stoic about the nest and that they shouldn't go there after a couple days.

Astrid did tell adults about that, and then, when everybody started prepping for a raid, went and gathered all of the teens to tell them the truth about Hiccup - she was the one to show taming to them ( Stoic took Meatlug as the safest dragon to manage, and Fishlegs had to fly with Snotlout <33)

Afterwards the fight goes as in canon, just with Fishlegs going to rescue the grommel first (he is a strong boi, he would be able to break her chains)

Hiccup keeps a grudge for a while after that, but Stoic just wants his daughter safe and on the island, where he could keep an eye on her, so it's just a silent living until Gobber forces them to start talking to each other <3

[withering-daylight]

CUDDLES AND HAIR BRAIDING | HICCUP HADDOCK x FEM!READER

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

timeline: RTTE

warnings: none!

word count: 326

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[susspirria]

If anyone is still here in this fandom im starting a dagcup / whatever the ship name for drago and hiccup is fic. dragocup?

[crispy-kitten-princess]

My fav Hiccups in chronological order