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bees-fandom-hive · 3 months
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behold my tufflout page... these guys won't leave my brain...
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oncewhenalongtimeago · 9 months
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Hi hi!! How are you?
I was wondering if you have any continuation for The jealous one (or other), otherwise no problem!
Have a nice day <3
The Jealous One pt 3
Pairing: Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III x Fem!Reader
Words: 3,492
Hiccup tries to catch your attention. You remain stubbornly obtuse and subtly obstinate.
Tags: fem!reader, silly, ambiguous timeline, Snotlout Jorgenson, Ruffnut and Tuffnut Thorston, suggestive content, Jealous!Hiccup, Post RoB/DoB, Pre-RTTE
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“Hello,” You managed, as you squeezed between two large, metal-breasted women.
You were barely able to hold back the urge to break out into a jolly skip, remembering with glee the look on Phlegma’s face when she’d been greeted with a hall half full of greenish sheep. 
You had plans and people waiting for you, though nothing could ever be important enough to keep you from enjoying the smell of fresh air and rainy weather. Currently, the village had just broken free of a drizzle, the clouds parting in order to welcome through soft sunlight which danced, tingling across the skin of your face.
“Good morning,” You wished with cheer as you passed by Burthair, who balked as you curled your lips upwards. Your apparent reputation as sullen, timid, and alone did you wonders so it must have been an awful shock to see you so bright and chipper.
You tapped your toes against the stone foundation marking the beginning of the forge hoping to knock off any loose, dry mud before you tracked it inside, though you were sure it was for naught. There was already a steady line of dirt leading into the forge made up of large, round dragon prints, bookmarks and small rounded crescents you were certain belonged to Gobber’s peg.
“Hello,” You called at a hunched back, connected to a body which was standing before one of the long benches set around the area, one of his arms extended to scribble something down on a piece of parchment while he scanned a book, keeping track of the lines with his right hand.
A lanky set of shoulders startled before Hiccup, the one and only, set his stick down with a level of finality, shoulders falling as he turned, red undershirt crumpled and covered in smudges. His face was also smudged, and you would have had the mind to worry about the state of his book if you had the care and weren’t in such a hurry.
“Hey,” Hiccup said, turning around and running a hand through his hair, leaving dark streaks behind as he did it. You knew how incredibly dirty his pillow was because of it. 
You grinned lopsidedly, wondering how much brighter his hair would be if he’d washed it more often.
He seemed startled to see you smile so bright, a hesitant smile of his own jumping across his mouth. The light from the open window and the side of the forge hit his face pleasantly, lighting the freshly defined shape of his jaw and the high bone of his cheek. It looked soft.
Your ears pinked. You weren’t sure you’d felt this great since you were kids. Or at least since you were fifteen. It wasn’t often that you saw him without his leather anymore. You admired him without it, skinny frame and all.
You shook that thought away, walking in further, circling to face him as he moved throughout the open room. 
“You had a long night?” You asked as you eyed the tired tilt to Hiccup’s eyes and the exhaustive bruising underneath, “I’m sorry I wasn’t here to keep you company.”
Hiccup shut his eyes, furrowing his brow and shaking his head as he looked away, “It’s alright.”
You shrugged your shoulders as if you were feeling them out, trying to dispel some of the nervous energy locked in your nonexistent, but growing, still, of course, muscles.
“So…?” Hiccup began.
“So?” You asked, before realizing, lips quirking into an awful, dopey approximation of a grin. Right. And you had to be quick.
“Snot used up all his Zippleback Gas capsules,” You said, finally. When in doubt, blame Snotlout. He was running low too, of course. Because you’d stolen a few.
You hoped he hadn’t noticed.
“Really?” Hiccup rubbed his hands off on a rag, wiping away dark ash and oil. 
You brushed aside all thoughts of Snotlout to ogle at Hiccup again, wondering what it would be like to press your lips to his, chapped and scratched from all his time up in the air. What all that smoke, wind and metal would taste like mixed with spit.
It was very indulgent. You were sure you’d given up on things like that a long time ago, between conversations about Astrid, girlfriends and shooting down dragons, though some fluttery nasty feeling in your stomach reared its head. You were absolutely sure there must have been something in the air to have your face heating up the way it did, and so you were determined not to stew on it as you had for so many nights before.
Hiccup hesitated, stuck in the space between words, brows furrowed as he stared you in the eyes. It was still, quiet for a moment before he spoke again, “I’ll get you some more.”
He opened his mouth again, then shut it, holding back and looking a little guilty for it.
You sighed, fingers twitching.
 Hiccup looked down, nodding, leaning against the forge window, “So, are you free…?”
“Ah, no,” Your shoulders stiffened, already partially turned away as you began to take a few steps backwards. You were a bit surprised that he had asked, certain that he wouldn’t have missed your absence the past couple of days.
 He seemed kind of bummed at that, and maybe a little confused, the corner of his mouth tilting wide, brows quirked as he turned back towards his desk.
“I have to go,” You said awkwardly, grimacing and rubbing the back of your neck, as you began to back out. You had someone waiting for you, after all.
“Yeah, sure, but-! Will you be-” Hiccup turned back around quickly “-free, soon? Wait-!”
“-Unless you’re trying to light it up with Zippleback gas, in which case- Fishlegs just published a study on that, see, it says that, on page thirty-four-” You gestured with your arms, standing in front the rest of your gang, slumped over a large set of crates in the fields.
“Gods, just shut up,” Snotlout groaned as you spent their attention enthusiastically. 
Still somehow you got dragged into another chore with the Jorgenson. You were certain now that everyone thought you to be two of a kind, especially as you began to hang out more and more, which left you slightly unsettled but joyful yet still.
You had run into the twins along the way, but Tuffnut had been long since gone, and Ruffnut’s had followed soon after, though she had the mind when she was there to nod along occasionally and drop a snipe even as her eyes drifted, so as to at least give the impression that she was paying any sort of attention. Maybe that was why Fishlegs liked her so much.
You were just simply on a break between tasks as you waited for Johannes to get back to you with a list of things he needed doing. He’d even offered coins this time, which kept you from running off with Hookfang.
Snotlout was incapable of handling himself during any sort of long conversation or lecture, period. You didn’t mind, however; you were just eager for the opportunity to talk someone’s ear off, and you found that you didn’t feel bad for him at all.
Valhalla knew it had been a while.
“No,” You said, “Anyways, since- Have you taken a look at Bork’s notes recently? Honestly, even though they were edited, so they’re not reliable, of course, I still think the bit on N-...”
You trailed off in your quest to remind Snotlout why it had taken you so long to become friends in the first place as you felt a tap on your shoulder. You jumped, for a moment, turning to meet Hiccup in the eye.
“Anyways, I’ll tell you more about it tomorrow, but- Uh-hm… What was I going to say..?” 
You wrinkled your nose as you turned, a bit disappointed to have been interrupted. The two of you hadn’t talked in a while so you were certain that whatever was coming next wouldn’t be so good.
“Can I go now?” You waved Snotlout off as he complained.
“I-” Hiccup started twitchily, before continuing on, “Are you free?” 
“Not- not right now,” Hiccup shuffled nervously, at your look, before trying again, “But I’ll be free before the sun’s half down, if you have the time. Though I still have to-” 
Snotlout seemed generally uninterested in what you were doing, head on his fist as his head bobbed, struggling not to fall back asleep.
“Damn,” You grumbled under your breath as you watched his shoulders slump then start as he blinked back to wakefulness.
Hiccup glared at Snotlout moodily, looking like one of Johannes’ sad hunting dogs.
You squinted at him, “Are you sure?”
“Yeah. I’m sure,” Hiccup said, scuffing his foot into the dirt as he began to shuffle away, “I’ll meet you later? By the Great Hall?”
You shrugged, “Maybe.”
You watched blankly as Hiccup disappeared around the bend and unsurely made your way back to Snotlout.
“Who took a dump in his boot?” Snotlout griped.
You didn’t deign him with an answer. You weren’t sure how.
You quickly stumbled up the steps to the Great Hall, boots half filled with dirt and a hefty stick lodged down the back of your shirt.
You had lost track of time quickly, easily falling into quick banter and working hard at the promise of coins to spend down at the docks. When you had finally finished and Johannes had finally had the mind to let you leave without any hassle, the sky had already begun to darken and you had realized with a start that you were very, very late.
The sky now was past dark, going from orange to blue and black as you finally made your way up to the top before you were able to bend over and heave, breaths coming quick and heavy as you finished your sprint across the island.
When you finally had enough air to stand back up, you looked around, eyes scanning across half dead half alive grass, listening to the squeaking and chirping of bugs as they came out to explore the night.
“Huh,” You said finally, after a moment. It was empty. You were all too familiar with Hiccup’s penchant for getting dragged away by some task or other, a quest from his father or a want of Gothi or Gobber’s. 
Still, an amount of disappointment in yourself and the circumstance, as well as a small curl of guilt made itself known in your chest. You knew how it felt to be left waiting.
Against all odds, you tried not to let it consume you, though, sure that Hiccup had probably forgotten about it all anyways.
It had been a few days since you’d run up to an empty hall and you had hardly seen Hiccup around at all. If you didn’t know any better, you were sure you would have believed him to be avoiding you. 
You were sure you would see him around soon, though you couldn’t help but to worry.
As such, you became quickly aware of a shadow fastly approaching from your left, as it grew bigger and hovered above you momentarily before continuing forwards, heavy wingbeats blowing against your hair. 
When a quick glance back refused to bear any fruit, you turned your attention back to the bundle of Dragon Nip in your hand, dried and held together by a string which you hung above Snotlout as he shouted and grabbed for it.
You were kneeled over the large stone wall at the base of the hill on the way up the Chief’s hut, one hand clutching the wall as you bounced and dangled the string.
The usual Dragon Nip spots had been harvested to dirt, and Snotlout was too busy doing whatever he did on his lonesome to even search for seeds, not before it was too late.
“Hey!” Snotlout scowled as you stuck your tongue down at him, smiling benignly. You quite enjoyed looking down on him from above.
 You had low stamina but, as you found, with how lazy he had been getting flying everywhere on Hookfang, it was enough for you to just barely run circles around him.
“Hey, Hooks! Give me a hand!” 
Said dragon grumbled, laying behind him, head on his clawed wings, resting in the sun like a lazy, fat cat. 
His eyes were closed, though occasionally he’d snort amusedly and flick his tail, paying vague attention. His gaze might have been just as raptly kept on the grass if you hadn’t raked your hands just under his jaw earlier, dropping a few blades into his open maw, Snotlout none the wiser. So, at the moment, it seemed as if he was just pleasantly out of it, taking in the cool morning breeze.
You heard a thump before the familiar gurgle of Toothless, as he landed just behind Snotlout, stepping and hopping lightly as he landed. 
It was not soon after that that Hiccup dismounted, swinging his leg off Toothless and stumbling to his feet.
“Hiccup?” You asked, just as Snotlout let out his own annoyed exclamation.
“Urgh. Watch where you’re going!”
“Hey,” Hiccup said nasally, rubbing sticks and twigs out of his hair, before grumpily greeting Snotlout.
“Cool it, twinkle toes,” Snotlout didn’t fail to notice the bite in his tone, smearing and snarking back, “What do you want?
Hiccup glowered at him sourly.
You held back a laugh as you began your climb down the side of the top of the stone wall, Dragon Nip bundle still in hand. 
You jerked back as a branch from one of the bushes to your side caught on the side of your tunic and scowled to yourself, putting the Nip under your armpit as you fumbled with the branch, trying your hardest to undo it.
“Fishlegs is on his way over,” Hiccup mumbled under his breath irascibly, as you trotted up to them.
Once free, you walked forward, noticing with glee how quickly Snotlout had turned his attention away from you, who was trying to move as quietly as possible.
“I didn’t catch that. Do you mind repeating it?” Snotlout jabbed smugly.
“Fishlegs is on his way over!” You shouted loudly, laughing again as he jumped away, hands over his ears, no doubt nursing sore drums before turning his scowl onto you.
You turned towards Hiccup. He looked, in part, ruffled, eyes wide, lips quirked downwards though you found him no less charming and no less saddening as you did before, especially, as you were suddenly reminded, after you had left him waiting at the Great hall. 
You slumped slightly, brows cinching and lips turning down, about to mumble a sullen apology for the other day before you felt a heavy weight crash into your side. 
 Perhaps realizing you were now at his level, once you were turned away, Snotlout began to scramble for you.
You yelped as he grabbed for the bundle of Nip, shouting nonsensically and running around Hiccup, keeping close to his back and using him as a human shield.
“Give it to me!” Snotlout shouted, “You don’t even have a dragon!”
Hiccup stared at the two of you, brows furrowed disconcertingly the whole time, head swiveling in an effort to keep up, arms up in an effort to keep balance, nearly tripping over his own feet.
“No!” You scoffed, shouting back wheezily, knowing very well that if you didn’t give any to him, he’d have nothing for Hookfang for a good long while, “You snooze you lose.”
You startled as he feinted to Hiccup’s left, moving to his right. You ran the opposite direction, the two of you running circles around Hiccup.
“So what-” Hiccup panted, trying to keep up with you, who was already working up a sweat, trying to carry a bit-too-large basin in you arms, “What’s been going on between you and Snotlout?”
“What?” You shouted back, feet moving a bit too hurriedly for the load you kept wrapped in your arms. 
Your eyes trained on the top of the hill as it grew nearer, legs working furiously to meet your goal.
“You and- Snotlout-?”Hiccup asked, prosthetic giving him slight trouble as you stumble-ran across a large incline, little red with plants, grass, rocks, roots and budding bushes on the other side of the large bridge leading out from the village.
“What?” You asked back distractedly, again, “I can’t hear-Whatever you’re asking, the answer is probably ‘no!’”
“Really? Because I really, really-” 
You blocked him out slightly, though not on purpose, the effort you were already expending on working your legs and on keeping a bare grip on the smooth wood basin with sweaty palms making it difficult to pay attention.
You weren’t sure when Hiccup began tagging along, probably once you bridged the gap between the forest and, well, bridge. In all fairness, you were a bit too preoccupied to be sure.
You took a moment’s rest as you finally reached the top, surface plateauing and settling into a flat, open-ish only barely tree-ed plain. You walked past a set of trees into the grass, stopping by a shallow ditch filled with plants and bordered by roots.
Then, with a pitiful whine, you realized that you’d come the wrong way.
You heard there was a new outcropping of Dragon Nip on the other side of the island. You needed to get there before anyone else could harvest the spot dry, and before Snotlout could hear anything of it, so you rushed immediately to compensate. You hurried it up tenfold after the twins began putting in their own requests. So it wasn’t just you and Hookfang on the line.
You should have just told them to stick it. You grit your teeth with the realization, set now in your motivation to grab everything and not give them a bit. You’d sell it instead.
You turned, then, from the middle of the clearing, the head of your foot caught on a rock, causing you to stumble forward, into Hiccup.
“Son of a-”
The two of you grappled with the basin and with each other in an effort not to tumble, which ultimately ended in you losing your grip on it, sore and strained fingers twitching erratically as blood once again rushed through them.
You tried to go after the basin as he grasped your arm in a panic in an effort to keep steady, causing the two of you to fall, made all the worse by the subtle dip in the earth.
You hit your elbow as you fell, the world blurry and confusing until you came to a quick and dizzying stop, as if you’d been flipped.
It was a struggle, but you landed forwards, with your hands on both sides of Hiccup’s head. 
Sun filtered through the leaves, light landing gently on his face, framing one cheekbone and the other eye, lightly caressing the sides of your face, covering you like a soft, thin, weighted blanket.
In the short moment you took to glance down at him, he was mid-blink. His brows were up high, and the set of his mouth and jaw were lax.
 He looked stunned, most probably because of the weighty pressure of your torso against his gut and one knee pressed between his, the other on the outside of him, though you didn’t have much to take notice or to marvel, which was in part by design.
Why would you, when you knew for sure that this boy was one who wouldn’t marvel back?
Moments passed by in a hurry, a rush that should not have allowed you to even register a moment. The kind of rush of experiences and memories made to meshed and flow like a stone tumbling along a river, ephemeral and summed up by the emotions you felt in that exact instant.
Of course, you realized that had you slowed down you might have imagined a world where this would have seemed, to you, to be a magical moment. Perhaps there was something special about it, though you didn’t have much of a mind to care for anything besides the nip and the awful soft -but brief- look in the eyes of the boy below you. It really was quite the beautiful day out.
“Come on, come on,” You startled, pushing off the ground and rolling over him, ignoring his soft grunt, rushing and scrambling for a hold against the hill, grabbing for grass as you scrambled out of the ditch, running after your basin as it cracked against stone and rolled all the way down the hill and back towards the cliffs.
As you ran off, half rolling again down the hill back into the forest, you left Hiccup, turned over on his side with furrowed brows. 
He pulled his hand, reaching to grab after you, back towards his middle, confused and startled tilt to his lips as he watched you go.
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violet-moonstone · 4 months
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(Race to the Edge) Snotlout would be a huge Britney Spears fan, pass it on
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fanaticdragonrider · 2 months
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i find it funny how no matter how much Snotlout simps for women he keeps getting the men instead
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meadowsofmay · 1 year
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so i was re-watching rtte and remembered an old headcanon that i came up with and that i would absolutely love to share with all of you — we all know, that there are days when riders act so insufferable hiccup is about to go mental or batshit crazy or pull a "tiran" and send everyone in different directions with the stupidest tasks possible just so he can have a moment to breathe.
but what if, there are days when riders are so insufferable with their jokes about him that hiccup decides to joke too. during one of the late night checking of the island, he foresees the steel trap and steps accidentally in it — prosthetic leg, of course, but he yells like his only healthy leg got chomped off.
should i mention, that snotlout almost lost his heart and soul when he heard that scream and imagined the worst scenario possible?
«aw, snotlout, were you really that worried about me?»
«only that without both legs you'll become even more annoying... shut up, hiccup»
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mialicassi · 1 year
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ok, but, headcannon that snotlout likes to crochet. and he's really good at it, but only his mother and hookfang knows bc he's afraid to tell someone and have they thinking its not manly enough for him.
so sometimes, when he's alone, he makes crochet outfits for hookfang, for him, for the gang and for their dragons and stores them all in a chest bc he doesn't want anyone to see it (and hookie would never wear it anyways).
until one day, on the edge, hiccup found it unintentionally and decided to surprise his cousin by making the whole gang wear it.
and snotlout may have shed a tear or two... but he'll never admit it tho
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hiccupbutpurple · 1 year
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I want to see an AU where the gang from rtte interacts with a gang in which rtte didn’t happen (probably set after/during THW).
I feel like this is kinda similar to the third movie (which I should mention I am not a reliable source because I forgot most of it and only rewatch parts that I like because light fury, Snotlout and some plot points makes me angry and the ending makes me sad.) This happened mainly because of third movie Snotlout but from what I remember and what I’ve seen in the fandom, third movie Snotlout is basically removing all the development from rtte which is sad.
It would just be interesting cause I consider rtte to be canon and the plot holes it causes for the movie you just explain away or ignore and they developed so much during rtte. Like that’s the series where they all come into their own and grow the most as a team. If rtte didn’t happen I think they would still obviously be close and bonded but not to the same extent. They also just wouldn’t have the same development that happened in rtte.
So like, I kinda just want to see the two Snotlouts interacting tbh but also the rest of the group too. Like imagine Hiccup from rtte talking about Viggo and Hiccup who has only dealt with Grimmel (or has at least been introduced to Grimmel) is like wait there’s a better one? I could honestly go on a whole rant about Rtte Hiccup vs some of THW Hiccup’s decisions.
A lot of things would stay the same because it would just happen in Berk like Hiccup and Astrid getting together and they would probs have a cute betrothal necklace scene and all that plus many other necessary bits for all of them and to an extent similar development but rtte brings in a bunch of opportunities that wouldn’t come otherwise even with Hiccup going out and adventuring. So I think the idea that it didn’t happen is so fun to explore. Also if we add/remove Rob/Dob that adds a whole other layer.
This is also partly fuelled by my guilty pleasure for characters meeting their older selfs but in this case the younger ones are cooler - or they could meet at the same age but the rtte gang would be a lot more knowledgeable and close as a team when they are older.
I’ll probably do more on this but it’s already so long.
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Httyd yaoi goes kinda hard actually wait
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spacenintendogs · 1 year
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more modern au snotstrid shenanigans
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ziggityzigg · 8 months
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Y’all hear me out.
Eret.
With love Handles.
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toothbrushfingers · 2 years
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the song Sharks by Imagine Dragons (heh dragons) reminds me of that episode of rtte where spitelout (gross) convinced snotlout that the rest of the dragon riders hated him, to the point where he was having anxiety dreams about it
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bees-fandom-hive · 3 months
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all I'm saying is that if hiccup and astrid got together and fishlegs and ruffnut did also that just leaves tuff and snotlout. therefore tufflout canon. thank you and goodnight
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oncewhenalongtimeago · 10 months
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The Jealous One pt 2
Pairing: Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III x Fem!Reader
Words: 1,351
You and the twins become acquainted.
Tags: fem!reader, silly, ambiguous timeline, the Twins
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You and Snotlout peered around a corner of the Great Hall, one of the closets on the way to the kitchen area. He was leaning over your head as you were crouched close to the floor, giving each other enough room to both peer past while also retaining your personal space.
“Ruffnut’s hot,” He said, as you wrinkled your nose at him, “And single.”
It was dark on account of it not being mealtime as of yet, the torches cool and unlit in their holsters.
“She doesn’t like you,” You rolled your eyes, “Besides, what happened to Astrid?”
Snotlout wasn’t that close with anyone either, for obvious reasons. But once you got used to him he became sort of bearable. It helped that there was no love lost between the two of you, forced together more out of boredom and circumstance than anything else. 
“She’s too busy with the nerd to give me a shot.” He scoffed.
You were glad to be spared the terrible pick-up lines, for the most part. You were still the bouncing board sometimes, in a ‘does this sound right?’ or ‘do I look hot enough to pull?’ sort of sense. You always said ‘no.’
“Which one?” You grinned. You felt a bit bad for making the jab, but Astrid, Fishlegs and Hiccup were all in their own sort of three-way acquaintanceship, the mention of which you knew would put him off.
“Ugh,” Snotlout made a noise that could only be likened to a gurgle and he used his hand to shove you further downwards, to which in response you elbowed up, jabbing him in the gut. 
He was a bit rough sometimes but he was good company and decent enough entertainment when he wasn’t. That was okay, though, because you’d long grown past the nervous stage in your friendship where you’d been too nervous to prod back, not that he’d been exactly trying to roughhouse you at that time.
You cradled the thick pigskin in your arms, carefully filled until bursting with a hardy mix of sap and honey and sewn tightly but clumsily shut by the both of you.
You snorted crawling out from under Snotlout and edging your way into the empty hall, “Where do you think I should stash this? Do you mind playing distraction again?”
“There are no good spots,” Snotlout complained, “Why don’t we just throw this at someone and get it over with?”
“And where would we find someone?” You asked, glancing back and forth, “There’s no one here.... We should really get going. I don’t want to get caught.”
You backed up slightly on your toes, causing Snotlout to have to back up too to compensate. He got the idea eventually, moving back out of your way.
Snotlout complained, “If there’s no people in the hall, then why are we hiding? I mean, they’d catch you. Wuss.”
“Shut up,” You glared back at him, tossing the pigskin in his direction, “And I meant I didn’t want to get caught with you.”
“Whatever,” Snotlout scoffed, catching it roughly. 
You winced, expecting it to burst, though was pleasantly surprised when it didn’t. 
You turned, ready to leave, and nearly bumped into someone else as you did.
Tuffnut. Ruffnut stood next to him, both of her arms crossed over her chest. 
You could just barely make out her face over the shadows and she waning torchlight.
“What are you doing here?” You asked as you pasted a twitchy grin onto your face, eyeing the newcomers.
“Nothing.” Tuffnut said dully, holding a very obviously full bucket by his front.
“What are you doing back here?” Tuffnut squinted his eyes at you with mock cynicism, leaning closer exaggeratedly.
You listened to the creak of the large doors of the Great Hall, allowing light to trickle into the dark space and a light smattering of conversation as people began to pour in.
Ruffnut craned her head towards and around you.
Snotlout snorted, holding the skin obviously in front of him.
“We were talking about how hot Snotlout thinks you are.” You said snidely and glaring at Snotlout from the corner of your eye.
“What, me?” Asked Tuffnut, turning sharply to look at Snotlout, finger pointing to himself as the bucket revealed itself, swinging some of its contents onto the floor.
“What?” Snotlout glared at you, then back at the twins, “No!”
Tuffnut opened his arms wide, dropping the bucket to the floor, the black, tar-like slush seeping across clean-ish stone, “Bring it in, man.”
You sighed, rolling back your eyes, Tuffnut beginning to enclose in on him. 
You looked back just in time to meet eyes with Snotlout, who was feeling the pigskin in his hand, bringing it up and down testily.
You shook your head, dread growing in your gut. 
Your legs bent as you braced to run. Snotlout might have been able to handle the twins but you certainly couldn’t.
You gasped as he lobbed the skin at Tuffnut. It smacked straight into his face, bursting and splashing onto Ruffnut, who shouted loudly in retaliation. 
Weren’t sure what kind of expression he wore behind the spray as you turned around and bolted.
You listened to the trees, their leaves rusting quickly together by the beginning of the line, just a few long yards away from your feet. 
“Gross. …In the mead?” You whispered back, facing up towards the night sky. You couldn’t make out much besides the stars, which perhaps seemed to make them shine all the brighter.
You felt the mud beneath you move uncomfortably as you shifted though you were much too tired to care. It wouldn’t do much anyways, nearly the whole of your front half was crusted in mud.
The others weren’t much different, collapsed and fallen like an assortment of mismatched flower petals. You couldn’t see them, but you could feel the weight of their presence displacing the air to your sides.
Turns out the lot of you got along like a hut on fire. 
“I was five.” Tuffnut declared, his eyes, not bothering to be quiet, as the rest of you.
Past you and everyone else was the incline to a shallow hill, just low enough to see past it but still tall enough to make your legs burn with effort as you had tried to run past just an hour or so earlier.
“He was,” Ruffnut agreed in a whisper, to your left. You heard the sound of flesh on metal as Tuffnut was weakly whacked on the head, her shaky arm reaching over to smack his helmet with her palm.
You thought of your earlier game of cat-and-mouse.
Your hand, laid over your torso, twitched over a spot that still ached in a deep and dull way where a mud ball had been thrown into you particularly roughly.
Overall, it was thrilling. You thought it might be dangerous at first, out so late at night trying to run with such violate personalities.
Honestly, though it turned out to be no different than when you’d made off with Hiccup as kids. Hiccup could be a pretty violate personality himself sometimes, though not in the same ways.
“You get freebies at that age, right?” Tuffnut managed, as Snotlout groaned from above you. You heavily suspected that he had begun to drift in and out of sleep. 
“‘M helmet…” He groaned, “Lost…”
You smiled hawkishly at the reminder, resisting the urge to kick the horned object by your feet further away.
You remembered you and Hiccup messing around as children. People were a lot nicer on him when he was a young kid. They got harder on him when he got older, and then they gave up, which probably felt a lot worse than them being mad. 
“Right,” You said, “Still gross. Someone had to drink that, you know.”
You were able to avoid most repercussions. The Chief's son making a mess was a lot bigger news than you, even after it became a pattern, and a lot more interesting-sounding when they omitted his sidekick.
“Well,” Tuffnut shrugged,” They didn’t have to.”
“...That is true.” You snorted, beaming.
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eemoo1o-tfrmoo · 1 year
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I just had the most interesting idea for a fic concept concerning Gustav and Snotlout ever…
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toasterdrake · 17 days
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anyone else feel like the thawfest episode of rob could've worked better w astrid and snotlout's conflict instead of hiccup?
like ik hiccup has his 'nerd gets a moment to level the playing field w his jock bully' thing but its lowkey painful that astrid gets nerfed. i'm sure she was champing at the bit to beat snotlout just as much as hiccup
instead she got to be hiccup's moral check + cheerleader, even though she's primed to be:
1. a 'lousy winner' (i'm certain in usual circumstances she would uphold viking honour or some such code but can you imagine how frustrating it would be to lose by a hair's breadth every year against snotlout?!) (this is not to diss him i'm just thinking of astrid's view of him)
2. easily capable of competing with him and getting a step-up with dragons introduced (seriously how did one boring loop win against a balance walk)
3. have a rivalry with snotlout (jorgenson v hofferson hatred)
4. emotionally intelligent enough to realise winning is less important than supporting her friend
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captainkirkk · 1 year
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✩ WEEKLY FIC ROUND-UP ✩
All the fics I’ve read and really enjoyed in the past week-ish. Reminder: This list features any and all ratings and themes. Please look at tags and warnings on ao3 before reading.
DC
The Bachelor: Robin Edition by Vamillepudding
Gotham loses its Robin and Bruce Wayne loses a son. Tim finds one of these too tragic to bear. In his quest to make sure Bruce Wayne lives to see the next year, he strikes upon the perfect solution: another son.
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His best bet is, naturally, Crime Alley.
By 8 pm that day, Drake Manor is filled with ten black-haired, blue-eyed boys sitting around the large dining table, looking around the room suspiciously.
Well. Eleven. But Tim doesn’t think he counts.
ATLA
Dish Duty by Princeliest
All Zuko had been trying to do was wash some dishes. Or: The one where Zuko and Katara both mean well, but still can't find their footing around each other in time to prevent explosive shouting, broken dishes, an impromptu arrest, and Team Avatar's third- nay, fourth jailbreak. Fifth? They've lost count at this point, but at least they're not willing to lose Zuko... now, if only he realized that.
Merlin
all oak and iron bound by numinousnumbat
Some of those born with magic are repelled by iron. Merlin wished he knew how much iron there was in Camelot before he started his new life there.
HTTYD
Abandon Hope Who Enters Here (everyone who enters here) by JaggedEmeraldsOfGold
Eret had spoken about the mindless cruelty of Drago’s base and soldiers, but there’s nothing like seeing it in front of her to make it really, really sink in. She’d wanted to empathize, but she doesn’t think she really understood.
She does now.
Astrid leans her head back until it hits the wall behind her, and blinks up at the ceiling.
It’s going to be a long three days.
Or: Instead of facing the Monstrous Nightmare in the Kill Ring, Hiccup packs up and leaves Berk on Toothless, defeating the Red Death on his own as he goes. Six years later, Hiccup has royally fucked up– Hiccup has severely underestimated Drago, and now Hiccup is cramped, tired, hungry, without his prosthetic, and he really, really, really misses Toothless.
Imagine his surprise (read: complete and utter dread) when he wakes up one day to see absolutely none other than Astrid Hofferson, Snotlout Jorgenson, Fishlegs Ingerman, and Ruffnut and Tuffnut Thorston sitting in the cell across from him.
against the wind by underpassgraffiti
When Hiccup and Snotlout get stranded, they have to work together to stay alive.
Easier said than done.
To End a War by GhostStone
Stoick may not listen to Hiccup, but there is one person he does listen to on occasion. And that one person just happens to be someone who will listen to Hiccup.
An AU where the night before he is meant to kill the dragon, Hiccup realized how awful his plan is and goes to Gobber for help.
the soul of a dragon by castelia
Soulmarks amongst humans are easily identifiable: they are words tattooed on skin, words to be spoken during the first moment where two people truly connect. No one believes dragons have soulmarks, let alone that a dragon and a human can share a soul bond.
Until Hiccup.
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