#hiccup X reader

[waffleswithdragons]

A Mother’s Blessing

A family reunion leads Hiccup to realize just how important you are to have in his life forever.

Pairing : Hiccup x Reader

Warnings: None

There was a similarity between the two; that was for sure.

Hiccup had always theorized that he took after his mother; even if he couldn’t remember her features. The comparisons between father and son were slim if existent; so much so that Hiccup often joked his father was given the wrong babe. Now finally, his theory of his appearance coming from his mother was finally presented with evidence.

It was more than appearance though; anyone who knew Hiccup well enough would understand that. They both shared the same mannerisms.

His mother-Valka, talked wildly with her hands as you watched her show off the sanctuary she had been calling home for 20 years; the same way Hiccup did when he was trying to explain his thoughts. They both shuffled from one foot to another; as if it hurt to stand still; their minds already miles away.

The eyes were the most similar. Not particularly the color or the shape; though there was obviously a connection. It was something you had only seen in Hiccup before, what had drawn you to them. A sense of kindness and compassion; a wonder of the world and all it had to offer.

So yes, it definitely appeared that the son took after the mother; and now the two were reunited at last.

Your eyes drifted to the man beside you for a few moments. His shaggy hair a bit windswept and his gaze struck on his mother as she fawned over Toothless; the Night Fury happy to be dotted on.

“He’s beautiful.” Valka remarked as she rubbed the dragon’s snout. Her smile met her eyes as she looked up at her son; elated that he shared her love of the flying beasts. Her gaze then wandered past the boy to you; noting how your own gaze was on her son; a look she remembered well from her own youth.

With a final pat to Toothless’ head, Valka rose from where she had been kneeling, a grip on her staff as she took a few steps closer to you, offering a kind smile.

“You’re quite beautiful too, lass.” Her words caused you to blush, mummering a quiet ‘Thank you’ as you glanced over to Hiccup, a soft smile on his face as well.

Valka smiled lightly at the interaction between the two young vikings in front of her. She raised the hand not grasped around her staff, slowly reaching out towards you. Once you gave her a soft nod, she gently placed her hand on the side of your face; taking in your features.

“I can see why he likes you.” She whispered, a note meant for you two as she gently nodded towards her son.

Your grin widened at the comment as you giggled out, “Don’t let him know, but I’m pretty fond of him too.”

“Are you two talking about me?” Hiccup called out, his eyes soft as he leaned against Toothless.

You pulled from Valka to look towards the viking boy, a mischievous glint in your eyes, “Just catching your mom up on how you got yourself tangled in Bucket’s fishing net last week.”

“Oh, you’re a real comedian, you know that!” Hiccup rolled his eyes, though the grin on his face gave him away.

As you turned to face the boy, Valka’s eyes drifted down towards the charm hanging around your neck. Her eyes widened softly as she looked at it with remembrance; the metal faces of viking and a dragon looking up at her from where they rested against your tunic. The gift that Stoick had presented her with all those years ago, before they joined as wife and husband now hung around your neck; a promise that now bound you and Hiccup.

You watched her carefully as she gently held the betrothal necklace in her hands, running her fingers softly against the carving, a look of peace and thought on her face. A moment later, she gently returned the pendant to where it hung against your chest, a soft smile on her face.

“Come,” She took a step back, looking between you and her son as she turned towards the sanctuary, “I have so much to show you both.”

A few hours later you laid out on the grassy cliffs of the sanctuary. The sun had set and most of the dragons had laid down for the night, the soft sounds of their breathing and water ripples filing the nest.

Hiccup laid beside you, one arm around your waist and holding your body to his. From inside the caves you both could hear the laughter from Valka, Stoick and Gobber as the reminisced on their youths and caught up.

The hand Hiccup had snaked around your waist had found its way to the necklace against your chest, as it so often did. He ran his thumb against the carving, tracing the pattern with his fingertips as you both looked out across the land.

“Your mom is really great.” You hummed out, your voice low since you were so close to the man next to you.

Hiccup nodded, adjusting his head slightly to press a quick kiss against the crown of your hairline, “Yeah, she-she’s,” He paused for a moment, “She’s everything I expected and more.”

A loud laugh that belonged to none other than the Chief of Berk rang out from the caves before you spoke out, “Your dad seems really happy too. He must have missed her so much.”

Twenty years sure was a long time to be separated from the love of your life. Hiccup cast his eyes down to you, he could barely go an hour without seeing you let alone a few days or twenty years.

“Hey,” You turned your body so that you were now facing Hiccup after a moment of silence, your nose a few inches from his own, “What are you thinking about in there?” You punctuated your question by reaching up to Hiccup’s forehead and pushing his hair back.

Hiccup reached up, gently grabbing your wrist and bringing your hand down to his mouth to press a soft kiss to the back of it.

“Marry me.”

Your eyes crinkled in confusion though a smile sat on your face, “What?”

“When we get back to Berk.” Hiccup explained, moving the hand he had been holding to rest against his cheek, “Let’s get married. We’re already betrothed and we’ve been together for years. Sure, we may need a few weeks to get everything planned; but my dad will officiate and Astrid can do your hair. We’ll need rings, and to get you a dress of course and we can stay with my parents until our house is finished and-“

“You’re serious.” You cut him off, sitting on the grass now as he moved up to join you, his eyes on yours.

“Of course.” His hands found your own in your lap, “Seeing my mom and my dad today; they love each other so much, even after all these years. I want to wake up every day with you and go to sleep next to you every night to do it all again. I wanna grow old with you and have a life together. I love you-“

A few tears pricked in your eyes as you squeezed his hands, “I love you too.”

Hiccup smiled; one of those bright smiles that reached his eyes and made his whole face light up, “Then marry me. Please.”

A wide grin broke on your face as you threw yourself onto him. Hiccup’s back hitting the grass as you pressed your chest to his and held him in a deep kiss. Your hands flew to the sides of his face, one pushing back to entangle in his hair as his hands quickly found a place on your waist, squeezing your sides gently as you kissed each other passionately.

“So,” Hiccup breathed out as your foreheads leaned against each other, “Does-does that mean you say yes?”

You rolled your eyes, pressing a quick kiss to the tip of his nose as you smiled down at him, “Of course it means yes.”

Hiccup lifted up slightly to steal a kiss from you, his head returning to the ground as he smiled up at you, “We’re getting married.”

“Yeah, we’re getting married.”

[ddejavvu]

Hiccup’s the kind of guy I want to shock with just how horny I am for him.

He’s not some naive little baby, he knows you’re attracted to him, that’s why you’re with him. It might have been hard for him to swallow at first because of how everyone treated him growing up but he believes you when you kiss him, when you tell him he’s handsome, when you start getting blushy around him. maybe he’ll even own it, showing off a bit in the ways he knows you like. Licking his lips when he concentrates, directing you somewhere with a hand on your shoulder, running a hand through his hair. But he underestimates just how much you want to bang him, and you genuinely shock him when you get your hands on him.

You’re extra desperate in kissing him before your first time, but honestly, so is he. He’s already blissed out. Maybe he even gets a round (what he thinks is the one and only) in before you really let your freak flag fly. He’s panting beside you on the bed, stoked out of his mind because he just had sex and he was pretty darn sure for a lot of his teenage years that that’d never happen for him.

He’s celebrating in his head while still trying to be comforting for you, brushing his pinky up and down your bare hip while he catches his breath. Then you’re hauling yourself up before he’s able to move, and trying to maneuver yourself to take his dick in your mouth. If it’s your first time he’s a little nervous still. Maybe he flinches away and you have to assure him that yes, you really want to do this, yes even though you’ve both just cum, yes even though it’s late, yes even though he hasn’t done it for you. And he stutters through a promise that he will, but you’d do it a thousand times with no reciprocation just to get your mouth on him. You’re obscene with it. You’re greedy, gagging and choking voluntarily, always lunging forwards to shove more of him into your mouth than you can handle. He has to scruff you and force you to come up for air, and you cough and choke on the pre that had oozed into your throat paired with the rough intrusion of his cock.

‘Woah!’ He’s holding you at arm’s length worriedly, ‘Don’t-! You’re gonna choke!’

‘I want to,’ you groan, trying in vain to squirm out of his hold, mumbling his name and a thousand vulgar things you want to do and have done to you. His pale cheeks light up bright red, and when he cums you let it pour down your throat and clog your airway. You rub your face into his pubes, inhaling his sweat and musk and you suck him off until he wrenches you off, unable to stand the stimulation anymore. You seem to be doing it for yourself, too. There’s some eye contact, a lustful glance through your eyelashes here and there, but you’re going after it like a dog with a bone, sucking and licking and gulping like it’s the best thing you’ve ever tasted.

You bite and lick and suck bruises into his arms. You push his face into your breasts. You yank on his hair. You shove him up against the walls of the buildings of Berk in broad daylight, barely concealed by 90° from the rest of the villagers. He knows you love him, he loves you too. He knows you think he’s hot, he thinks you’re hot.

He knows you’re into him but every time you fuck he’s surprised by just how much you want him. He looks in the mirror and considers himself worthy of attraction, he’s got a nice jawline that stubble inhabits if he doesn’t keep himself shaved. His hair can be messed into something flattering to his features. His leather accoutrements makes him look cool. He knows all of this, but every time he thinks he’s prepared himself for just how much you’re into him, he is reminded that there is something deeply primal inside of you that takes hold whenever you get your hands on him.

[finelinevogue]

always been you

summary - you’ve always been jealous of hiccups connection with astrid, but little did you know…

pairing - hiccup (httyd2) x bff!reader

word count - +2k

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You didn’t want to come across as overbearing or needy but you did miss your best friend significantly.

Hiccup had been on a scouting mission with Astrid all week, leaving you to keep things tidy at the workshop with Grubber.

Every day felt a little longer.

It wasn’t that you didn’t think they could handle what’s out there, but more the fact you can’t handle it always being Hiccup & Astrid. Always together.

Always going on missions together. Always flying with each other. Their dragons were best friends so why wouldn’t they be? You should be happy that the Chief and the best warrior in Berk are close.

You only wished they weren’t as close as they are.

For purely selfish reasons of the heart, of course.

Sure, you and Hiccup had been best friends since you were babes. But there was always something locked tight in your chest that was reserved for whenever you were around Hiccup - like some sort of fluttering or an extra heartbeat.

You keep telling yourself that it could be a deepening crush, but you refuse to allow yourself fully into that thought because you’re terrified the feelings wouldn’t be reciprocated.

As you walk home after a long day at the workshop, you notice Hiccup and Astrid flying back in from their scouting trip.

The sun was paining delicate pinks and oranges onto the sky and you watched as Hiccup flew through the clouds, like a finger moving through cotton. He always looked so effortless up there. So at peace.

Berkians swarmed Astrid and Hiccup as they landed, dragons in perfect shape. Riders also. Phew.

You moved to walk down to meet them but stopped short when you watched Astrid give Hiccup a tight hug, lips moving closely over his ear.

“Hiccup, you’re back!” A child shouted, excited that his Chief had come home.

“Tell us everything.”

“Yeah.”

You didn’t feel up to heading down there anymore with that tight feeling in your chest returning. You gulped back a hard feeling in the back of your throat and started up the path that led to the top of the hill.

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The view from the top was indescribable.

You could see for miles and yet there was barely anything to see, and yet it was perfect.

There was something peaceful about watching the ocean wash away and come back. It was rhythmic. Routine. And with the sun casting its pastel glows over the water it made it all the more special.

You sat on the very edge, legs tucked up to your chin and your head resting on your knees.

There wasn’t that much space between you and the edge. Hiccup had nearly grounded you from leaving the house once when you’d nearly fallen over the edge, but luckily he’d been there.

You felt free up here.

Almost like you could—

“You better not be even thinking what you’re thinking.”

Hiccup and Toothless landed behind you with a thump. Hiccup looked worried and Toothless looked ready.

“You don’t know what I’m thinking.”

“You’re thinking about how freeing it would be to fall.” You felt Hiccup sit down next to you.

You realised that was what you’d been thinking… but not in a catastrophic way. More in a way where you wished you could grow wings, like your dragons, and fly off into the sunset.

“Well, not…” You felt like you had to clarify, but got cut off.

“No I know.” Hiccup was watching the sunset when you looked at him, “I felt the same way. That’s why I built my own wings. Ever since I first got to fly Toothless i’ve always wanted to be able to fly with him, too. You know?”

“Mhm.” You nodded.

“You’re awfully quiet.”

“Am I? Sorry.” You mumbled.

“Hey. What have we said about apologising for no reason?” Hiccup shuffled closer to you.

You breathed like you were about to say something.

“Don’t say it!” Hiccup warned you, earning a laugh from you.

“I want to, though.”

“Well don’t. Otherwise I’ll have Toothless play drop and catch with you.” Hiccup poked your side and you laughed even more.

You almost rolled forwards and off the cliff, but Hiccup’s arm reached around the far side of your waist and pulled you back. You were still laughing when your back hit the ground.

You kept laughing until you slowly realised that Hiccup was laying down - quite closely - next to you. His eyes were watching your smile and his arm was still firmly secured around your waist.

“You’re going to be the death of me.”

“Don’t be so dramatic.” You chuckled.

You turned to look up at the sky for a brief moment, before returning your gaze to Hiccup who was still looking at you.

“What?” You asked softly.”

“Nothing. I just—.”

Hiccup was rudely interrupted by Toothless coming to lick a stripe of saliva over his face and down his chest, sticking to his armour. You laughed at the sight, sitting up as you watched Hiccup groan.

“Toothless… You know that doesn’t wash out.” Hiccup flicks away some saliva and Toothless sits on his hind legs, looking proud of himself.

Toothless starts dancing round in a circle, laughing in his own way along with you.

You stand up and make your way over to the Night Fury, as Hiccup continues to wash off the dragon bleh…

Toothless makes his way over to you and bows his head for you to touch. Hiccup’s dragon has always been so gentle and calm around you. People often say it’s his soul imitating yours. Toothless closes his eyes as his forehead bumps against yours.

How anyone could be anything but in awe of these magical creatures is a mystery.

Hiccup comes to stand next to you, standing only a bit taller than you.

“He likes you more than he likes me.” Hiccup says, scratching behind Toothless’ ear.

“Oh please. He would dive off a cliff to save you, but he’d be the one to push me off thinking that it was play-time.”

“I think he’d surprise you.” Hiccup wandered around Toothless and climbed onto the saddle. “C’mon.”

“C’mon, what?” You asked, puzzled.

“We’re going for a ride.” He held out his arm for you.

“Right now?”

“I think that’s what I’m asking…”

“Hiccup… You just got back from…”

“And I want to spend some time with you. So… please.” He gestured again and Toothless made a sound like he wanted you to join them too.

“I’m not playing drop and fetch, though. I mean it.”

“I promise.”

You took ahold of Hiccup’s hand, ignoring the tight, fluttering, sensation in your chest and allowed him to pull you up in front of him. You’d tried sitting behind him once and had nearly fallen off when Toothless did a nose dive, so ever since you’d been riding up front.

Hiccup’s arms tightened around you and grabbed ahold of where he needed to guide Toothless.

“Ready?” He asked, his voice sending goosebumps over your skin from how close he was.

You nodded.

And you took off.

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The first part of the flight was always the scariest.

Toothless shot up into the sky, making you lean back into Hiccup more and Hiccup hold onto you a little tighter.

Once you levelled out, you soared through the clouds.

It was so serene up here, you envied how free the dragons just feel every time they fly. With the sun in the distance, feeling like you’re shooting towards it, it feels like something out of a dream.

You closed your eyes, let out a deep breath and allowed your other sense to take over. The sound of air whipping around you as you flew at speed. The taste of the cold air as you passed through clouds. The smell of dragon - it was weirdly comforting. And the touch of Hiccup. The last one brought you the most comfort of all.

“I could stay up here forever.” You said.

“I wish we could.”

“Toothless probably wouldn’t be a fan of flying forever.” You leant over to scratch Toothless behind the ear and he softly grumbled in reply.

“He probably would be if it was for you. Me on the other hand? Pfft, forget about it.”

“Oh please. Your bud would do anything for you. I mean he literally saved you from one of the biggest fire explosions I’ve ever seen.”

“And you’ve seen lots of them have you?” He joked, making you nudge your elbow back into his ribs. “Okay, okay!”

A few minutes of silence passed by, just you two and Toothless effortlessly gliding amongst the clouds.

“I wanted to talk to you about something.” Hiccup said.

“Okay.”

“I… I just…It’s…”

“Hiccup, if it’s about something that happened on your scouting mission with Astrid then I already know.” You tilted your head around a little to see him. His face was full of confusion and you gave him the slightest smile even though you could feel your heart dropping through your chest.

“You do?”

“Yeah I thought it was pretty obvious.”

“Okay.. Well, yeah.. I mean…”

“You don’t have to talk to me about it Hiccup. It’s none of my business.”

You turned back around, not wanting to hear much more about how Hiccup had fallen for Astrid. How they were now together. How you were completely out of the picture now.

“Wait… What?” Hiccup exclaimed, making you jump a little from how loud he shouted in your ear.

Toothless looked back for a moment with a devilsome grin on his normally innocent face.

“Bud…?” Hiccup asked warily.

Toothless must’ve thought that Hiccup said something different, because it was at that moment that Hiccup realised you two were no longer going to enjoy the sunset or clouds.

Toothless took the opportunity to tilt downwards, before plummeting through the sky towards the ocean.

You screamed as Hiccup tried his best to get Toothless to listen to him - unsuccessfully.

Hiccup’s arms tightened infinitely around you as he tried to control Toothless the best he could, but there was no stopping this big lump of scales.

Toothless dive right to the seawater before gliding straight across it for a brief moment, then shooting right back up in the sky again.

“Bud, seriously… What are you playing at?”

As you got up to some height, Toothless spread his wings as far as he could then.

“Oh no.” Hiccup sighed.

Then you were all falling down backwards. Toothless had his tongue sticking out as if he was enjoying every moment of this, whereas you were hanging on for dear life.

“Toothless!” Hiccup shouted, kicking his leg in a certain way to control Toothless’ tail better.

Everything calmed down a little after that, Toothless going back to gliding as you made your way home to Berk now the sun had set.

“You and I are having words when we get back, bud.” Hiccup tried to sound stern but it was well known that the dragon would be the one to get his way.

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As you stepped off Toothless your legs took some time to regain familiarity with solid ground.

Then as the adrenaline was wearing off, you started laughing - letting out all of the wired energy. You stood up tall after letting your legs have a moment, only to turn around to see Hiccup standing close in front of you.

You’d missed the moment where Toothless nudges Hiccup closer towards you, but it you’d had seen it then it would’ve made this next part less unexpected.

A dragon always knows.

“What?” You let out a small, nervous, laugh. “Hiccup, what?”

Hiccup hummed to himself, with a small smile on his face.

“Astrid was right.” He said.

Your face went neutral, trying to hide the fact you were affected by Hiccup bringing up Astrid.

“Right about what?”

“About how big of a dumbass I am.” He stepped closer.

“I don’t…” Your brows furrowed.

Hiccup moved forwards again, reaching out to ghost his palm over your cheek. You looked towards his palm slightly, nervous about what he was doing.

Your breath hitched when his skin made contact with yours.

He was so close in front of you, you’d frozen to the spot with anticipation over whatever he was doing.

“Hiccup.” You whispered.

Toothless shrunk into the shadows of the background as night fell, leaving you too alone to stand on what felt like the top of the world - together.

“Everyone told me I should’ve said something sooner.” Hiccup said, more to himself than to you.

“Hiccup, you’re not making any sense.”

“No. What doesn’t make any sense is my feelings for you!” He reached to hold the other side of your cheek now, framing your face so he could keep your focus on him, “What doesn’t make sense is that I feel lost when you’re not near. I feel weak when I haven’t seen you in days. I feel a…a.. sort of tight feeling in my chest every time you’re around. What doesn’t make sense is how I fell for someone like you, when I’m someone… like me…”

Hiccup dropped his hands, eyes widening as if he’d been in a trance when he had been talking.

You watched him stand there, watching you with nervousness now.

“What doesn’t make sense to me is how someone as great and as clever as the great Chief of Birk, couldn’t possibly understand how someone like me really likes him.”

You nervously gulp as you watch realisation take over his face.

“Wait… really?”

“Pretty sure.” You smiled.

“Well I guess we’re both dumbasses.”

Hiccup extended his arm to wrap on the side of your waist, pulling you towards him and not stopping until your lips were close enough to kiss his.

He kissed you like he’d been waiting an eternity for this moment, holding onto your waist tightly as if you’d even had thought about move away from him.

Your fingers curled around the delicate plaits in his hair that you’d tied, keeping your body taught against his.

As you both pulled away, you stayed close to one another - breathing the same air as if separate space simply wasn’t an option anymore.

You didn’t say anything - you didn’t have to - but you did have to chuckle at the situation.

Not even an hour ago you’d been heartbroken at the thought that his heart belonged to someone else. Now you realised that his heart had never been set on anyone but you. It had been you all along. And you knew, because your heart felt exactly the same way.

[knight-hiccup]

Toothless and Cloudjumper

[foolinafable]

thanks to tuffnut

Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III x Fem!Reader Synopsis: four of the many times hiccup was oblivious to the fact he was in love with you and the time he finally realised.  Word Count: 1.5K Tags: 4+1 fic, Fluff, Hiccups pov Note: started this ages ago and only just got inspired enough to finish it.

1. Searching for you in a crowd 

Hiccup would never admit it, even now that he is respected as the heir to the hairy hooligan tribe and his father is proud of him. That he still feels like an outsider. 

Maybe it’s because they see him as this dragon master and while he might be if he’s to listen to anything Fishlegs says- he feels like they don’t see anything else- he is still just the chief’s son, the future of the tribe or their saviour if any of his work on the edge was talked about. He was never just Hiccup to them, even to his friends they see him as this omnipotent being rather than just a teen like them- capable of making mistakes.

He suggests that this is why he prefers to have time alone- just him, toothless the ocean beneath them and the wind carrying them elsewhere, where he can be anything. 

Annoyingly, this is not something he can do now: walking into the great hall at dinner time. He can already feel the beginnings of a headache wracking his brain as he imagines the awkward conversations he is going to have with villagers about his work on the edge as of late or the nagging of his father and Gobber to come back to Berk so he can learn the ways of chiefdom- something he is unsure that he even wants.

Entering the great hall after a large exhale, Hiccup looks around, searching for something lips pursing when he can’t find it immediately. It is only when he walks closer to where his father is sat, calling out pleasantries to those who greet him on the way that his eyes lock onto your figure, listening intently to what Ruffnut and Tuffnut are saying. Following the movements of their arms with your eyes as they spoke animatedly about who knows what. Hiccup finds a small smile appear on his face at the sight of you, only looking away when his father claps a hand behind his back making him aware of his surroundings, turning towards his father struggling to listen to whatever issue his father needs resolving around Berk this time, his thoughts still surrounding his best friend, knowing that as long as you are here he can be himself, just Hiccup. As that was always more than enough for you and that idea alone makes him feel less like an outsider.

2. Missing you when apart

He was starting to regret saying you couldn’t come with him. Not that he doesn’t enjoy Astrid and (sometimes) Snotlout’s company, but it clearly isn’t the same. While he usually enjoys scouting missions as they are a peaceful opposition to the dangerous missions they have had as of late, you typically come with him. 

But he knows that you cannot leave the edge defenceless and Astrid was complaining about not getting out with Stormfly enough- so it all made sense logically for Astrid to come instead and for you to stay on land, protecting the dragon eye lenses the group had hidden.

He couldn’t trust anyone more which is why he was confused as to why he felt so anxious. Even Toothless could notice the angst radiating off his rider, making a noise of questioning at Hiccup when he was quieter than normal, not even going over the route the group were scouting- something he usually did a hundred times until the group got annoyed at him. Not even playfully joking with Snotlout about who was the better cousin until Astrid would make a comment that would set Snotlout off arguing with her.

Instead, the three riders sat in somewhat awkward silence with Astrid and Snotlout starting at each other trying to gauge if the other knew what was wrong with the boy and who was going to ask him as seemingly neither wanted to as usually you would look after Hiccup when he got like this but you were back on the edge and honestly Astrid was wishing she didn’t kick up such a fuss about her and Stormfly’s lack of action as even being bored back on the edge was better than being sat in this haunting silence.

It was only upon returning to the edge that the two saw his mood pick up, he nearly crashed Toothless into the ground at the speed he dismounted causing the other two to look around in panic until they saw him running towards you and then it all made sense. The two snickering slightly as they realised that he was only in a foul mood because you weren't around.  

3. You looking after him when he gets sick

“It was only a matter of time” you muttered to him as you bundled him up in his blankets and he knew that you were right, you had been telling him for weeks to wear some warmer clothes during his flights with Toothless and his lack of listening has left him bedridden with a horrible cold, head pounding, nose blocked and red cheeks. He could only imagine the state of him somehow shaking and sweating all at the same time. He would’ve replied with something teasing if his throat didn’t feel so scratchy so he simply settled for a huff which made you laugh quietly in return. 

“Okay, I will stop being mean, but only if you get some sleep” you reasoned with the boy as he whined at the idea thinking of everything he had to today 

“I will get Astrid and Fishlegs to take your jobs for the day- can't have you getting any sicker what would your Father say?” you continued and at these words, the boy stopped fussing, the exhaustion finally catching up to him. 

“Have a good sleep Hiccup, I will be here when you wake up,” you muttered as he dozed off.

 For some reason, Hiccup couldn’t understand those words made him feel so much better.  

4. When his dad mentions you

Small talk with his father even after all this time was still somewhat awkward, like the feeling of your skin being too big for your bones. But, it was much better than it used to be or at least Hiccup usually believed it was. Still, today he would give anything to be anywhere but sit with his dad in their family home as he couldn’t stop going on about you and possibly betrothals something Hiccup knew would annoy you.

“I heard a lot of the boys around here want to ask for her hand, so maybe you should get a move on” Stoick spoke trying to hint at the boy's clear feelings for you

“I- what?” Hiccup asked confused, when had he ever shown interest in that?

“Oh it's nothing” Stoick tried to cover his tracks feeling Hiccups in annoyance at his words ‘you two just remind me of myself and a special someone when I was younger” 

“What are you and Gobber? I’m sure she will be very flattered by those words Dad” Hiccup laughed before quickly taking his leave before his father could sprout out any more nonsense. 

“Me and your mother” Stoick muttered but Hiccup was already gone, probably halfway back to the edge due to how fast he bolted out the door.  

5. The realisation

Watching you interact with Toothless was one of Hiccup's favourite things to do. Seeing his dragon take a shine to you just as much as he does makes a warmth spread all over his body in a comforting way. 

“Hiccup, my brother! What’s happening?” Tuffnut called out as he made his way towards the boy Hiccup quickly looked away from you for some reason embarrassed to be nearly caught by the boy, his cheeks red and hot

“Not- not a lot” Hiccup tried to smile but it came off uneasy much like his words. To his luck, Tuffnut didn't seem to notice instead looking at where Hiccup had his eyes trained just moments before before looking back at the boy 

“Don’t worry I see” Tuffnut nodded in understanding causing Hiccup to become confused 

“See what?” he questioned the peculiar boy 

“You were finally building up the courage to ask her out!” Tuffnut declared “I mean it’s about time everyone knows you have the biggest crush on her! Don’t let me stop you, in fact, I wasn't even here!” the boy quickly ran off as Hiccup's thoughts whirled around his brain about what on earth was Tuffnut on about he didn’t have a crush on you. No way. I mean sure you are the first person he looks for in a crowd of people, he gets irritable when you aren't with him on missions, you are the only one he would want looking after him and his father loves you but that doesn't mean he likes you right- your his best friend he couldn't possibly- could he? 

Then it hit Hiccup, he did have the biggest crush on his best friend, more than a crush really. He was irrevocably in love with you and to make matters worse Tuffnut knew before he did.  

[luvendiary]

hiccup haddock

all is lost; all is found: reader deals with her conflicting feelings one late night, after being found on the shores of a remote island nearly half frozen to death.

unimportant: Hiccup and Y/N are trapped in Glacier Island. With Y/N injured, concerns come to light, and Hiccup finds out that they don’t realize how important they are.

better: Hiccup is a little bit insecure of his body, there are so many massive guys around, and he thinks he looks not good with his skinny body, so he starts training just for her.

for the dancing and the dreaming: Valka is reminded of her and Stoick as she watches you and her son dance like they used to.

fluff alphabet

weakness

valka meets hiccup's gf

the 3 times hiccup asked you to marry him + the time you realized he meant it

stealthy: hiccup can't help but gawk at you in the midst of a battle

something fishy: what begun as a prank may have become one of the best things to ever happen to you.

five years later: the last thing you expected after five years of having left berk was to see the very boy you missed the most in your sanctuary

sweetest of melodies: reader finds her voice and finally tells Hiccup how she feels about him.

part 1

part 2

[floatyflowers]

Can you do poly Hiccup and male! Astrid x reader from httyd? Where the reader is from one of the islands Hiccup was discovering with toothless.

"You want me to do what?!" you ask the two viking males in shock, trying to understand if they were speaking for real or just jesting with you.

You have met Hiccup and Astrid when they landed on your island with their dragons.

And you were the only brave to approach them and inquire if they are here to hurt your people.

After Astrid explained that they are simply exploring new places and that their dragons are harmless, you quickly became friends.

They would stay at your island for three months, and through those three months you have built a strong friendly connection with them.

Or at least you were the only one who thought it was friendly.

"We want you to return back with us to our home and become our bride" Hiccup repeats cheerfully as if it was a simple request.

"Marry both of you as in me having two husbands...?"

"Yes" Astrid confirmed, his eyes narrowing at your discomfort and hesitation.

The idea is absurd and unheard of especially if you are from a society that forbids such acts.

It isn't even allowed in viking society for a woman to have more than one husband.

But Hiccup is the next chief of the Hooligans and he can make things work between the three of you.

"I can't do that, this is insane and impossible" you exclaim in shock.

Toothless nods his head, agreeing with you, causing Hiccup to give him a warning glare.

"We spend three months together inside of your house, living, eating, and sleeping in that same house, what difference would it make if we got married?"

Hiccup is trying to convince you, but you stand your ground.

"A lot of difference"

Astrid smirks as you stutter out the words, your face heating up.

"You really think you have a choice in this matter? We will marry you whether you want to or not" the blond asserts, walking towards you to take you by force with him and Hiccup.

You back away before starting to run, however the two boys manage to catch up with you.

"Please, let me go, I don't want to" you plead with them, fear apparent in your glassy eyes.

"We promise to make you have the best time in the marriage"

Hiccup said, playfully, forcing you to get up on Toothless.

[unkn0wn-writing]

Hiccup x G/N, Autistic Reader

Summary: You hide away from the rest of Berk and Hiccup finds you.

Warnings: Descriptions of behaviour the reader does. Tried to keep it as neutral as possible, but I don't think it completely worked.

Word Count: 1.3k

Notes: None

If Hiccup had to pick a word for you he wouldn’t be able to find one. At least, not one that he thinks completely fits you.

There are words that may work, but not fully. They’re only half of who you are.

You’re… a strange one. But suppose that he is as well. He isn’t the typical Viking one might think of.

But you’re drifting off from conversations that don’t keep your interests, always on the outskirts of whatever it is the other Vikings are talking about.

It doesn’t help that they don’t try to include you in the conversations either.

Ruffnut grumbled about how you hadn’t gone along with her and her brother's midday idea that they’d sprung up on you. You’d drifted away from them, ever so slowly, as they spoke over each other and argued about it.

Fighleg murmured about your aversion to some of the items in the dragon fighting arena. It had been after the fighting rather than mid-fighting, luckily enough. He’d also mentioned to Hiccup how you seemed so intrigued by one of the textures you’d been given in the past.

Astrid had once spoken about how you’d do some odd movements or echo phrases other people had said or hum to yourself. But she’d also spoken of how quiet you are. Days where you’d say nothing, just remain silent. Either drifting away from people or staying too close.

Snotlout also spoke of how you’d distance yourself from other people. it seemed more of a complaint than making a note about who you are, however.

Stepping around Berk carefully - half to get used to the new leg, half to just take his time and see how much it’s all changed - he frowns (more to himself than anyone else).

Unable to see you, he treks onwards, Toothless bounding up beside him and following wherever he goes. The dragon’s hovering (can dragons hover?) around him as he moves.

“I’m fine,” he says as Toothless slightly moves into his path, as if trying to get him to go back and sit down.

Toothless makes a vaguely annoyed noise at him and he nods his head with a roll of his eyes.

“Sure, sure, sure. I can go back in a bit. I’m fine for the minute. What - what’s that look for? It’s the truth.”

Once more, Toothless grumbles back at him. He huffs, but continues onwards. Bending down and passing by low branches.

He doesn’t feel you’d be in here, but so far, everywhere else he’d tried he hadn’t found you.

It’s either this, you’ve disappeared off to somewhere or you’re really good at hiding. Or he forgot to check some other place.

He’s not sure which is the most likely.

Huffing as he whacks some twigs out of the way, he shakes his head. Trekking onwards, his eyes shift around. Meeting only green, green, more green and some brown from the trees.

No sign of you just yet.

Toothless hops ahead of him, seeming to no longer want to try to get him back to the main island of Berk to rest and just going along with Hiccup.

Surprisingly, it wasn’t too long for the dragon to give up. Or not surprisingly.

Nearly stumbling over an overgrown root, he grasps out for something. Hands reaching the sharp bark of a tree and smooth scales of Toothless.

“Thanks,” he says, wiping his hands on his vest then continuing onwards.

A little further, then he’ll turn back if he can’t find you. Just a little more.

Shaking his head, it dips, hair hanging over his eyes as he focuses on the forest floor and not falling again.

Eyes roving around the space once more, he lets out a short breath.

Not here, so far.

Just where could you be?

You can’t have run off to just anywhere. From what he’s heard, you stick to the same few places if something happens to upset you. All the one’s he’s checked so far you aren’t there.

Where could you be?

Glancing around once more reveals he’s lost Toothless.

How did he lose a dragon? One of life’s greatest mysteries.

Pushing through a few bushes, he huffs a breath. Now he’s looking for a person and a dragon. Who could he possibly find first?

Both, actually.

At the exact same time.

You’re sat beside a bubbling creek, limbs brought close together. Cuddling into yourself, almost. The water spits out at you, but it never reaches your skin.

Toothless is beside you. He’s fidgeting, sitting down then getting back up. The dragon finally decides to settle beside you, laying down on the rock you’d perched yourself on.

“Hey,” he says, clearing his throat after. You glance behind yourself for a moment, checking he’s there, then you move back to stare ahead.

Strange is a word to describe you. He’d consider this all quite strange, really.

But he doesn’t feel it fully encapsulates this movement. It’s not… too strange, he thinks.

In the past, even without meaning too, he’d heard whispers of you. Running away, hiding from the world, until you later come out as the same person as before.

This…

You don’t seem completely like the same person as before. Not here. Not beside the creek that kicks up water every so often then settles back down.

“Hey,” he says. You glance over at him as his voice rebounds across the unending space you’ve kept a secret. He’d tried to keep his tone soft, but it still echoes about the two of you, as if he’d still spoken far too loud.

“Everyone thought we’d lost you,” he says, aiming for a joke. He just gets a shake of your head and you look away from him in reply.

Days in the past, there had also been days in which you’d not speak to them. You’d just sit quietly, letting people try to talk to you and not receive a response or you’d try get them to leave you alone.

Today seems like it might be one of those days. One where you just want to be left alone with no one to bother you. Just you and the creek to keep you company.

However, you don’t try to get him to leave as he slowly draw closer to you.

He considers his options. Asking you what happened wouldn’t be the best; you likely wouldn’t give a response.

Maybe asking how he could help would work better? But, then again, it might not. You still might not answer.

So… seeing if he can stay with you seems like the best solution. If you’ll allow him.

“Is this space taken?” he asks, motioning to the space beside where you're sat. Eyes draw over to it, up to him, then away.

No response, but you’re not shooing him away. At least, not yet.

Toothless lets out a low warble from beside you. Not one that’s upset or angered, it’s more close to contentment.

Or the dragon’s telling Hiccup to stop being an idiot. He can never completely tell which it might be in those moments.

“Do you want me to stay?” he asks. You look back at him. Slowly, almost hesitantly. But not hesitantly?

It takes a short while before you seem to respond. Even then, it isn’t verbal. You just nod.

Hiccup nods back. He settles on the floor, Toothless wrapping himself around you both.

Neither of you speak during the time. He gazes out, watching the sky or the trees whistle along.

At some point, he takes his small notepad out to make notes.

You don’t move much. He doesn’t force you to. He doesn’t try to make you speak or talk about… this, letting you remain there. A presence for him and him a presence for you.

It’s relaxing. It’s nice.

By the time the sun sets, he still doesn’t know what’s wrong, but he feels you’re… better? Somehow?

Less tense, he thinks is the right wording for it.

It’s nice.

Eyes moving to the sky, he hums then motions to you, “want to go back?”

Still, you don’t reply. But at his offered hand, you stand and quietly follow him back into Berk.

[zynhttyd]

TOOTHLESS KNOWS BEST

pairings « hiccup haddock x gn! reader »

✎ When you help nurse Toothless back to health after an unexpected illness, the Night Fury grows protective of you. Hiccup is surprised by the dragon’s sudden attachment—and even more surprised when Toothless starts shadowing your every move and nudging you toward his rider.

【warnings; none, second hand embarrassment if you care enough.】

They say dragons were once fearsome beasts, horrifying beings of terror who reveled in the suffering of vikings. With their hooked fangs, which set them apart from the common order of nature, breaking the harmony of the world. They would sink their jagged teeth into the skin and gnaw upon the bones of unsuspecting men, dragging their broken bodies to nests forged in the heart of molten rocks built in the high sky. 

These creatures, capable of soaring across the heavens with wings that defied reason—vast and powerful—could span the heavens, forcefully ruled the skies with an iron grip, a terror unmatched by any other force. Berk, the beast of the archipelago, stood as a testament to the fragility of peace amidst a history of unyielding strife. A land carved by scars, scarred by the ceaseless struggle between its people and the creatures they dubbed “monsters.” told this story that had echoed for seven long generations, a tale of ceaseless strife and bitter hatred.

But it took seven generations. Seven long generations of struggle, sacrifice, and transformation for Berk to heal. The land had changed for the better—No longer did the people cower beneath the shadow of these mighty creatures. 

A misunderstood child who knew no war was the reason to hit them with the realization that dragons weren’t vicious beasts whose sole purpose in life was to spread fear, but a gentle creature who were curious just as the people. They had learned, through years of conflict and understanding, to bend the essence of their deepest fears into something stronger—a bond forged in the crucible of mutual respect. Where there was once hatred, there now stood the beginnings of trust. 

The villagers, who once spent sleepless nights bolting their doors and sharpening their weapons in anticipation of the next raid, now spent their days working alongside the very creatures that had once been their enemies, now companions in the sky, and partners in the pursuit of new horizons. 

While the majority of the villagers had forged unbreakable bonds with their dragons, they wore their titles with pride—Riders, they were called, as though it were a crown, you stood apart. You were not one of them, you never will. You were not one who yearned the heights or the thrill of the wind in your hair as you perched atop a Nadder’s sharp-spined back or to cut through the depths of the sea with a sleek Tidal-class dragon beneath your orders. Your feet remained firmly planted on the ground—and truth be told, you didn’t mind.

It wasn’t just your fear of heights, though that certainly played a part. The idea of being thousands of feet in the air with only leathery wings and blind faith keeping you aloft made your stomach churn. While others saw dragons as mounts, instruments of power and glory to be ridden into the heavens. You became attuned to their every movement, their subtle shifts and nuanced gestures. 

Over time, you learned how to read them — the way their wings twitched when they were agitated or how they softly curled their tails when they felt safe. You understood that a dragon’s body spoke volumes, even when they couldn’t. Noticing the shift in their posture, how their eyes softened when they trusted you, or how their breath would quicken if something was amiss.

You preferred to nurse them, to soothe their wounds with a gentle touch, offering comfort where others might only offer a quick, dismissive pat. Others would offer praise with the calloused palms of their hands, clapping a dragon’s back after a triumphant hunt, their actions rough like the bark of an old tree—kind in their own way but lacking the softness that true care requires.

That was the way you had always handled things in old Berk. Thankfully, no dragon has yet to be injured on the new island.

Then Toothless fell ill.

"[Name]! Oh, thank Thor’s maidens you're here," Hiccup called out to you, his voice strained, a clear edge of panic curling the words. His eyes flicked back and forth, darting between you and the frantic Night Fury pacing erratically across the room. Toothless' wings twitched uncontrollably, the delicate membranes brushing against shelves, knocking over bottles made of stone and glass, the contents spilling in chaotic arcs across the floor. Toothless’s eyes were wide, pupils tiny pinpricks of frantic energy. His mouth snapped open and shut, his sharp teeth glinting as if trying to convey something that couldn’t be expressed. 

You’d seen Toothless angry, playful, even fearful before, but this was something else entirely. This was distress. What could have made such a strong dragon like the Night Fury become so distressed? What could he convey with his actions and movement that left no process of communicating plainly? 

You’re bound to make a promise to figure out why Toothless was like this and help him if you could.

You turned, wiping your hands against the fabric of your cotton-sewn tunic, the remnants of purple crushed herbs leaving faint streaks on the cloth. The scent of the mixture still lingered on your fingertips, bitter and sharp, along with the sweet scent of wet flowers that hung in the unfinished hooked wooden roof. 

As you looked up, your gaze met Hiccup’s. He was standing in the doorway, looking like a newborn yak with an amputee—his breathing labored as though he had just run a great distance of a race. Hiccup’s hair appeared matted and his eyes looked restless as they were doubtful. His chest was rising and sinking almost melodically. His face was pale, and his eyes were just as wide as his dragon’s, filled with that mix of concern and urgency you’d seen only in moments of true danger.

"Toothless?" You called softly, taking a careful step forward while trying to be calm, taking hold despite the growing worry in the pit of your stomach after seeing the dragon’s current state. He was scared. Toothless, although startled by your almost fretful tone, did not pay attention to you and continued with his line of thought oblivious to your attempt to soothe him down the situation. His ears flattened back at the sound of your voice, but his movements didn’t slow. In fact, he seemed more erratic now, each step heavier than the last, each twitch more desperate than what came before.

“What happe–”

His words tumbled out in a rushed whisper. "I-I don't know what's happening. One minute, he was fine, and the next... this." Hiccup gestured helplessly toward Toothless, who continued to pace, his wings stiffening and shaking. Toothless growled lowly, his body tense and rigid as he backed into a corner, his breathing uneven and labored. Every attempt to approach him resulted in a defensive response—his ears folded back, tail lashing sharply, and a clear warning in his posture that he felt threatened despite the familiar presence of his two trusted people.

Hiccup took a quick step toward you, avoiding Toothless in case it was to ensure that he remained calm, dragging a hand through his unkempt hair, his fingers gripping at the strands as he exhaled sharply,  

“Something is wrong. He’s been like this for nearly an hour now,” the young Viking explained, his tone quieter but no less urgent than before. “It started after he accidentally swallowed a yellow eel. He fell ill almost immediately—developed a high fever, I think, then he became noticeably weak, and…” Hiccup’s body was taut, every muscle in him was bracing for the worst. His eyes darted to Toothless, but his dragon refused to meet his gaze, his pupils slit, with his body sinking lower to the ground, curling into himself, trying to make himself smaller in the face of whatever pain was coursing through him. 

Toothless’s breathing was shallow, his sides heaving slightly as he fought to stay still, to hide the tremors that racked his frame. Hiccup took a cautious step forward, but Toothless flinched at the movement, lowering his head as if to shield himself. “He refuses to let anyone near him. Not even me,” Hiccup finished, the last words a quiet confession that only deepened the worry on his face. 

“Won’t even let me close,” Hiccup whispered, his hand hovering just over Toothless’ back but never touching.

“Please, [Name], help him.” 

His voice was flat, but his expression said more than words could. He didn’t fidget, didn’t avert his gaze. You nodded once, not out of reassurance but acknowledgment, and moved past him. His red tunic smelled faintly of iron and damp leather, his sleeve brushing yours like paper worn thin.

Toothless was lying near the hearth, his body tense. His wings were pulled in close. His claws scraped lightly against the floor, his movements uneven and sluggish. His head remained low, eyes dull, unfocused. There was no protest, no attempt to move away.

You crouched beside him and opened your satchel. The supplies were still warm from being near the fire—clean cloths, crushed herbs, a sealed vial. Your fingers moved without hesitation, but your eyes scanned every detail of Toothless’s condition. His breathing was irregular. His tail had a slight swish, and the skin around his jaw looked strained. Whatever had happened to him, it was already spreading.

“I’ll do what I can,” you said.

You didn’t wait for thanks. There was no time.

The fire had burned low, its glow reduced to a warm shimmer beneath the stones, casting gentle light over the room’s stillness. You knelt beside Toothless, your hands steady as they hovered near his flank, gauging the subtle rise and fall of his breathing. The fever that had held him in its grip for so long had finally broken during the night, and now, for the first time in what felt like hours stretched into days, there was calm in the air.

He started to blink slowly. His head turned slightly toward you, his nostrils flaring with a soft, measured breath. His tail, which had remained curled protectively around his body during the worst of his illness, loosened and stretched faintly across the wooden floor. His throat rumbled with a sound so quiet you almost missed it—a low, cautious greeting, like a voice forgotten, then remembered.

You inhaled deeply, feeling the tension ease from your shoulders all at once

“He’s responding,” you said quietly, almost to yourself.

Across the room, Hiccup sat in a slump against the wall, his body slack from the exhaustion of too many sleepless hours. The blanket draped haphazardly over his legs had slipped to one side, revealing a tunic stained with soot and worry. His head, tilted at an uncomfortable angle, rested against the beam behind him. Even in sleep, his brows twitched with unease, his jaw faintly clenched—seeming as if he didn’t quite trust peace to last.

Toothless raised his weight, testing the strength in his limbs. He paused once, winced slightly, then adjusted his stance. The tremors that had racked his body earlier were gone, replaced by deliberate, if cautious, movement. His wings stretched, not in full flight, but enough to show that he could. It wasn’t strength, not yet—but it was progress. More than you had dared hope for yesterday.

Then, with surprising care, he began to walk. Each step was certainly slow, the soft pads of his feet brushing against the floor with faint thumps. He crossed the room without hesitation, his eyes never leaving the boy in the corner. When he reached him, Toothless lowered his head, pressing his snout gently against Hiccup’s arm. A quiet, purposeful sound left his throat—not loud, not demanding, but enough.

Hiccup stirred. His eyes opened blearily, and for a second, he looked confused, as if his mind hadn’t yet caught up to what was happening. Then his gaze focused on the dragon in front of him, and everything else fell away.

“You’re awake,” he said, voice hoarse and raw. He leaned forward, one hand lifting to rest on Toothless’s head, the contact hesitant at first, then grounding.

Toothless nudged him again, a bit firmer, with a breath that seemed almost like a sigh.

You let them have their moment.

It started the moment you stepped outside.

You didn’t say anything at first—you assumed Toothless was just being clingy, the way most dragons acted after being healed. A little spoiled, maybe. Like a puppy demanding belly rubs and scratches behind the ears. You’d seen it plenty of times before.

But then he didn’t just nudge at your hand for attention.

He got closer. Much closer.

Without a sound, Toothless lowered himself until his head was resting across your lap, the full weight of his trust pressing gently into you. His tail, smooth and sinuous, coiled loosely around your leathered boots—not in a possessive way, but as if anchoring himself to you. Like he didn’t want to drift too far, even at rest.

Your hand didn’t stop moving. You continued to pat his head, your palm caressing from the ridge of his nose to the top of his forehead in slow, steady passes. The texture of his scales came to be familiar with your touch now—cool and sleek like river stones warmed just slightly by the sun. You could feel the subtle rise and fall of his breath beneath your touch, each exhale a quiet puff of warmth against your clothes.

Hiccup had been watching from just behind, peeking curiously over your shoulder, his brow furrowed as he eyed his dragon with a mix of confusion and suspicion. He knew Toothless better than anyone—of that, there was no doubt. They were best friends, bonded for life, closer than brothers. He could read the Night Fury like a book, from the flick of his ear fins to the way his pupils shifted in size. But right now? Hiccup didn’t have a clue what was going through his dragon’s mind.

Toothless was being clingy—uncharacteristically so. That kind of affection, that gentle insistence to be close, was usually reserved for Hiccup alone. Or, on rare occasions, when Toothless decided he wanted someone’s food and pulled out that ridiculous, wide-eyed look he’d perfected over the years.

He didn’t offer his head to rest across laps like some tame house cat. And he especially didn’t wrap his tail around someone unless he absolutely meant it.

Hiccup hovered just behind your shoulder, shifting his weight with an almost imperceptible unease. His posture suggested casual interest, but there was a tension in the way his hands fidgeted near the leather harness, as if he needed something—anything—to justify standing that close. He leaned slightly over, his voice low and deliberately nonchalant.

“He’s, uh… made himself very comfortable,” he remarked, casually, though his tone betrayed a hint of something else, pretending a study of the saddle straps that he himself had fastened not even an hour earlier—though his eyes never once flicked to the gear. 

You didn’t answer right away. Your hand remained where it had been for the past few minutes, gliding in slow, absent circles across the midnight scales stretched over Toothless’s brow.

“He was restless earlier,” you murmured, eyes still on the sleek silhouette resting across your legs. “I think exhaustion finally caught up with him.”

Hiccup exhaled through his nose—a quiet, incredulous sound, the kind he often made when something didn’t quite add up. “Tired, huh?” he echoed, one eyebrow arched as he crossed his arms. “Right. Because Toothless is known for voluntarily laying down and offering his head like some… overgrown feline.”

“He’s been... different since he got better,” he said eventually. “Clingy, I guess. But only with you.” 

As if prompted by the remark, Toothless flicked one ear back lazily and released a deep, sonorous sigh—a low rumble that vibrated warmly against your legs. Then he adjusted his weight just slightly, curling tighter around your boots in a gesture so deliberate it might have been smug.

“You know,” Hiccup continued, now frowning slightly, “he only gets like this when I’m injured… or if there’s leftover fish and he’s trying to butter me up.”

You said nothing—only smiled faintly, the pads of your fingers tracing along the ridges where scale met bone. The rumble of the dragon’s throat deepened—a smug, vibrating hum that practically radiated satisfaction.

There was a pause.

And then, perhaps against his better judgment, Hiccup added under his breath, “Honestly, if I didn’t know better, I’d say he was flirting.”

That definitely caught your attention. You turned your head slowly, casting a glance over your shoulder with one brow arched so high it might’ve escaped orbit. Every line of your expression—your knitted brow, the sharp squint of your eyes, the downward curve of your mouth—broadcasts a very clear and unfiltered what the actual hell without needing to say a word.

Hiccup’s eyes widened, his brain seemed to catch up with his mouth a second too late.

“With you! I mean—not you—like, not literally!” Hiccup stammered, his words tripping over each other in a spectacular, crashing spiral of embarrassment, not knowing how to stop, he just continued. “Thors! Dragons don’t flirt. That’s not—I mean, I don’t think that’s how it works. I just meant—”  He stopped himself again, grimacing and raking a hand through his already-messy hair, as though hoping sheer friction could erase the mortifying sentence from reality. “I meant dragons don’t flirt! At least—I don’t think they do. Not in any, you know, intentional way. Not that you’re—ugh, never mind. Just forget I said anything.” He was done for. Absolutely cooked. And you? You just sat there, rigid as a stone sculpture, your entire expression locked in a state of horrified disbelief—lips drawn in a taut line, eyes slightly widened, your entire face twisted into that exact look you reserve for the unfortunate occasions whenever Gobber absentmindedly scratches his ass mid-conversation in front of you.

“Oh, by Odin’s beard. I sounded insane just now, didn’t I?” yes, yes you did. You wanted to say.

There was a loud snort.

Toothless lifted his head just enough to crack one luminous green eye open, as if to gloat. If a dragon could sport a smug grin, almost as if he were fully aware of the awkward tension hanging in the air and relishing every moment of it. Toothless was wearing it now—his posture relaxed, almost lazily victorious, as if he knew something the rest of you didn’t. It was a quiet, undeniable triumph. Then, with the most deliberate motion imaginable, the dragon raised his head just enough to nudge your arm... right into Hiccup’s thigh.

Your hand collided with him before you could stop it—fingers landing just above his knee. His leg jerked slightly. You froze.

He froze.

Even Toothless stopped moving, watching you both with an intensity that would’ve been terrifying if it weren’t so smug.

“I—he—what is wrong with you?” Hiccup half-whispered to his dragon, voice strained.

Toothless gave a tiny, airy chirp and nosed your hand again, this time with more force, like a toddler shoving two dolls together hoping they’d kiss.

“Well, if he is flirting,” you said, eyes glinting with amusement, “I’d say he’s got excellent taste.”

Hiccup let out a strangled noise, somewhere between a scoff and a nervous laugh, quickly raising his hand to shield his reddening face. “Please,” he muttered, voice nearly cracking in desperation, “I’m begging you. Don’t encourage him.”

A soft chuckle rumbled in your chest, the sound barely escaping as you continued to run your fingers along the smooth curve of Toothless’s jaw.

“Relax, Chief,” you teased lightly, your tone as calm as ever, well, nervous also, “I think your dragon just likes being pampered.”

“You know what,” he muttered, his hands already pulling toward the saddle straps, “I think his saddles make him itchy. I should change it.”

It continued after

New Berk lay quiet in the late afternoon, blanketed in the mellow hush that followed a long day’s labor. The skies were stained in hues of peach and gold, the sun dipping low behind the ridge, its last light brushing the rooftops with amber fire. Down by the dragon stables, you were crouched beside a weather-worn harness, your fingers working the frayed leather with practiced precision. The air smelled faintly of salt and dragon musk.

Toothless sat only a few feet away, his wings partially tucked, tail curled lazily around his paws—but his eyes never left you. That deep, verdant gaze tracked your every movement with a focus that was… unusually intent. For a moment, you swore he was studying you, like you were the dragon and he the expert.

The silence was broken by the familiar rustle of boots—well, boot, and the clink of a prosthetic leg against gravel. “Got the saddle gear you wanted—oh, hey, looks like someone started without me,” Hiccup called out

You offered a small smile. “Just got started. Figured I’d prep the straps while I waited.”

You glanced up as he jogged toward you, the dying light of the sun catching the mess of buckles and saddle slung over his shoulder. His tunic, stained with smudges of charcoal, bore the marks of the day’s labor. A grease-streaked cloth hung loosely from one shoulder, and smears of oil lined the edge of his jaw like war paint, a testament to the effort he’d put in.

“Gobber had the replacement buckles hidden under a crate labeled ‘Definitely Not Dragon Parts.’ I didn’t ask,” he added, crouching beside you with a huff of exertion.

Toothless twitched an ear.

Hiccup began to kneel down beside you—but before he could get comfortable, Toothless leaned in. It wasn’t aggressive. Just a firm, intended nudge with his snout to Hiccup’s side.

Which, unfortunately, was all it took.

With a muffled yelp and a sudden lurch of limbs, Hiccup lost his balance. In one swift, ungraceful motion, he toppled sideways—right into you. The unexpected impact sent you crashing backward, your back hitting the earth with a startled gasp. The air whooshed from your lungs as you were flattened to the ground, Hiccup landing awkwardly above you, his hands splayed in the dirt beside your shoulders as if trying to catch himself, but failing miserably.

You both froze.

For a moment, neither of you moved. Just the sound of the wind and Toothless’s faint chuckle broke the stunned silence. You lay there, staring up at him. Hiccup, his face flushed and eyes wide with embarrassment, shifted slightly, trying to regain his balance, but his awkward position only seemed to deepen the comedic nature of the situation.

“I—I swear that wasn’t me—he bumped me, I swear!” Hiccup stammered, his voice cracking under the strain of sheer mortification. His entire face flushed a vibrant crimson as if the embarrassment alone might send his ears into flames.

Toothless, meanwhile, let out a low, throaty trill—undeniably smug—before flopping onto his side with a soft fwump. He stretched his wings in a manner that could only be described as exaggerated satisfaction, purring contentedly like a mischievous feline who had just knocked over a vase and couldn’t be prouder of the chaos he’d wrought.

You laughed softly. “I think he’s trying to herd you.”

“Toothless,” Hiccup groaned, glancing at his dragon. “Stop it, I’m not a sheep!” He lifted himself just enough to look at Toothless, who was now shamelessly lounging in the grass, with an utterly smug look on his face.

Toothless chirped again—this time with what could only be interpreted as sure you’re not—and used the tip of his tail to slide a small stitched pouch directly between the two of you. The sewing kit skidded to a perfect stop at your knees, like he’d been practicing the maneuver all day.

“Yeah, he’s a real genius,” Hiccup grumbled as he shifted, trying to right himself. But the moment his hand pushed into the grass to grab the harness—wham. Toothless’s tail snapped out in a swift arc, tapping the small of Hiccup’s back.

And, just like that, Hiccup tumbled again. This time, he didn’t just lose his balance—he fully sprawled on top of you. His weight came crashing down with a perfect lack of coordination, and just like that, the last shred of dignity between you both evaporated in a heap of tangled limbs and groans.

Now it wasn’t just awkward—it was catastrophic. His face was far too close, hovering a few humiliating inches from yours. Everything else seemed to vanish. Your noses almost touched, and the proximity sent a rush of warmth through your chest that you didn’t quite know how to process. His hair, soft and surprisingly warm, brushed your cheek as he scrambled to push himself up, but instead of finding balance, he only succeeded in awkwardly elbowing you in the ribs.

The jolt of the impact made you wince, but the real sting came from the overwhelming closeness, the sheer absurdity of the situation, and the fact that neither of you could move without causing yet another small disaster. It was like the universe had conspired to take every shred of composure you both had left and toss it out the window.

Silence.

Well, except for the unmistakable sound of Toothless making a pleased little gurgle behind you, followed by the soft sound of him flopping dramatically onto his side like he’d just orchestrated the greatest comedic performance Berk had ever seen.

“I—I didn’t mean to—I mean he—Toothless—I swear he—” Hiccup stammered, his voice tripping over itself like a cart on cobblestones. He scrambled to push himself up, flinching every time his elbow threatened to jab your side again. His face was flushed a mortified crimson, a shade that clashed violently with the soot smudges across his cheek.

Hiccup looked like he wanted the earth to open up and swallow him whole. His wide eyes flicked to the ground, then back to you. You lay there, stunned, still half-flattened against the grass, your brain desperately trying to reboot from the shock of having Berk’s most awkward chief sprawled on top of you like a felled pine.

“I believe you,” you finally breathed, your voice catching somewhere between a laugh and a wheeze.

Hiccup’s face turned even redder, if that was even possible. “I—I’ll just… get up now. Slowly.”

“I swear,” Hiccup muttered, finally offering you a hand as he tried to extricate himself with the last scraps of his morality, “I’m usually much better at not falling on people.”

[three-unspoken-words]

You’re pretty. You’re so pretty. It’s actually unbelievable how gorgeous you are. You’re pretty and funny and you’re everything I want. You’re the one I want to tell the good and bad news to, and the one I want to wake up with a text from. You’re the one I close my eyes thinking about and the one I look for in every room. You’re perfect, you’re perfect for me.

And maybe in another universe you’d think that too.

[jettixxs]

How to train your dragon

«Как приручить дракона» - мой самый любимый мультик, одна из самых любимых вселенных, то, что я смотрю практически каждые несколь��о месяцев, если не каждый.

Полет на драконе.. «-Когда я в седле, я даже не чувствую холода, есть только чувство свободы». Вот он настоящий сон.. мечта- летать на драконе, мчаться в небесах без каких-либо преград. Та самая мечта, которой не суждено сбыться в этом мире. «- Этой планете я поставила бы «0»».

Вселенная со своими взлетами и падениями, прописанные герои со своей историей, мыслями и переживаниями, сильными и слабыми сторонами.

Мне так нравятся эти записи про драконов.. все настолько эстетичное, настолько загадочное и при этой кажущееся настоящим.. завидую тем, кто еще не читал и не смотрел.

[waffleswithdragons]

The Wooden Dragon

When Hiccup returns home after being held hostage by Alvin on Outcast Island, you pay him a visit where some unspoken feelings come to light.

(Takes place after the events of the season finale of Riders of Berk.)

Pairing: Hiccup Haddock x Reader

Warnings: None (Fluff, Awkwardness and first kisses)

The walls of the loft seemed to be closing in on Hiccup, inching closer and closer to where he lay on top of his bed furs.

It had been two days since Hiccup and Toothless had returned from their unwilling venture to Outcast Island; and while Hiccup felt completely fine Gothi had instructed him to rest for a few days, meaning he had been unofficially housebound.

He had tried to tame his ever growing boredom in a myriad of ways. From freshening up some sketches of Toothless’ wingspan, to thumbing through the Book of Dragons and most recently, attempting to count the number of wood panels lining the roof.

He was only into the seventies when he heard his father bellow out from down below, “Hiccup; you’ve a visitor! I’m heading out to do the rounds.”

Hiccup rolled his eyes, turning towards the stairs as he heard boot prints begin to ascend them, “Gothi, honestly, I’m fine. I really don’t think I need any more dirt mixed with yak milk-“

His eyes stopped short as instead of landing on the village elder, they instead made eye contact with yours as you stood at the top of the stairs, a light blush on your face as you held your arms behind your back.

“Sorry, not Gothi.” You gave a small smile and rocked a bit on your feet.

Hiccup quickly jumped up from where he had been laying on his bed, his prosthetic catching on the edge of the bed sending him stumbling forward. Instinctively, you took a few steps towards him and reached out, your hands grabbing onto his wrist as he grabbed onto his shoulders in an attempt to steady himself.

“You okay?” You breathed out after a moment of stillness, you and Hiccup still holding onto one another as he caught his footing.

Hiccup nodded, his eyes widening when he realized he was still holding onto you and quickly drew his hands back, awkwardly holding them against his chest, “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. Totally-totally fine.”

He gave you an awkward grin, one you returned as the two of you stood in silence for another moment.

“Did, did you wanna sit down?” Hiccup offered, hoping he didn’t sound as flustered as he felt.

You nodded, moving to sit on the edge of the bed as Hiccup took a seat next to you, an inch or less between your two bodies against the bedspread; so close your leg knocked against his good one.

“So, any reason you stopped-“

“How, are you-“

Both you and Hiccup started at the same time, pausing to look at one another and each let out a chuckle. The boy nodded towards you to go first.

You turned your body a bit to face him better, “Well, I haven’t seen you since we got back to Berk. I guess, I just wanted to stop by and see how you were doing.”

Hiccup nodded, trying not to let it show that he had found himself thinking about you an awful lot in the past few days he had been in the house; definitely more than he had been thinking about the other dragon riders.

“I’m great ya know, totally fine.” Hiccup rambled, “Ya know me, Hiccup the Fine the say. Well, actually no, obviously no one is saying that but ya know what I mean.”

You smiled at that, a soft smile that fell behind your hair; one that was often reserved only for your times with Hiccup.

The two of you sat in comfortable silence for a few moments, alternating looks at one another when the other wasn’t paying attention.

“So,” You started, looking towards the boy who attempted to seem like he hadn’t been gazing at you, “Where is Toothless?” You gestured towards the rock the Night Fury often inhabited on the other side of the room.

Hiccup shrugged, “Out and about. Probably with Stormfly and the others running around.”

You hummed at that. The silence falling for a few minutes before you spoke up again.

“I’m really glad you’re okay. I was really worried about you when you were gone.”

Hiccup perked up at this, “You were?”

You frowned, looking at the boy across from you who you noticed was now sitting a hair closer, “Yeah, Hiccup of course I was. You were gone for days, and when we learned Alvin had you; I was worried I would never see you again.”

A dark look crossed your face, filled with sadness and anxiety that caused Hiccup’s heart to break a fraction.

Instinctively he reached over, taking one of your hands in his own, “Hey,” You glanced down at your intertwined hands and then back up to Hiccup, “I’m okay. I promise.”

You two stared at each other, his green eyes meeting your own. You always thought that his eyes were your favorite part about them, they held such kindness and curiosity.

You cleared your throat, gently pulling your hand away as the boy retracted his own, “I um, I made something for you.” You busied your hands, reaching down to the leather pouch attached to your belt, “It’s nothing special, but I just, well, I hoped it would make you feel a bit better.”

Hiccup watched as you pulled a small wooden item from your bag, nervously holding it in your hands as you presented it to him. He gently took the item from you, your pinkies running against each other before he pulled away to better examine the object.

It was a wooden carving, a good one at that. It was a dragon, you could tell from the wings, but as he peered closer he realized it was one he was familiar with. It was a Night Fury. It was a carving of his own dragon.

“It’s not the best obviously.” There was a nervous tilt to your voice as you watched the boy turn the carving over and over in his hands, eyes wandering over every nook, “But I figured you could kinda tell it was Toothless, though I messed up the snout a bit and I thought-“

“I love it.” Hiccup cut you off, his hand once again landing on your own and his eyes locked in on your’s, “It’s perfect. I love it. The best gift I’ve ever gotten I swear. Thank you.”

A familiar flush fell across your face and you nodded, trying to distract from the heat in your checks, “No problem. I’m glad you like it.”

A moment passed, your eyes still on his before he spoke again, raising the carving in his free hand, “Ya know, you really got his likeness in-“

In a flash you surged forward, closing the last few millimeters of space between the two of you as you pressed your lips to his.

The kiss was quick but sweet, it held for a moment as Hiccup stared wide eyed, his hands frozen in the air. The boy quickly regained his composure, allowing his eyes to flutter shut and moving to place a hand on your waist just as you pulled away, springing off the bed.

“Well, I should, uh, should really get going.” A large blush was spread across your cheeks, one that mirrored Hiccup’s as he watched you quickly make your way towards the steps, “But uh, rest up and see you tomorrow!” By the time your sentence finished you were already down the stairs, the front door swinging shut behind you.

Hiccup stared at the spot where you had just stood, his face warm as his mind flashed back to the seconds your lips had been on his; playing over and over in his mind.

He let his back fall against the bed furs as his mind focused only on you. He raised his hand above his head, the eyes studying the carving you left him as he whispered out loud to himself, a smile on his face,

“Yeah. See you tomorrow.”

[justpeaxchy]

I heard you accepted opinions than httyd, could I ask for one? maybe a headcanoon about Hiccup x reader, maybe "how Hiccup would show love to the reader or what would happen if he was jealous", thank you for considering it.

Warnings(?): Hiccup is a lil jealous. A/n: thank you for the request <3! I hope I brought what you were asking for with the headcanons! (I feel like it's a bit short, but here you go! Notes: takes place after httyd 2 and before the plot of httyd 3.

Jealousy has a sword

First off, Hiccup wouldn't be one to get jealous that quickly, although he is protective and such, he trusts you to know that you won't do anything that'll purposefully hurt him in that way.

This doesn't mean he can ignore the pricking feelings of jealousy whenever someone or something else is taking up a lot of your time - more than usual.

He has a habit of checking on you throughout the day, even if his schedule is brimmed with chiefly duties, it's his desire to make sure you're just overall okay. So when he finds himself being more occupied throughout the day and gets the word that you're spending your time with other people, he feels somewhat guilty that he can't be that person who's giving you some attention.

Then the jealousy kicks in.

Especially if it's Eret; he trusts the guy now but he isn't dumb - almost everyone says he is extremely handsome and well-built. He knows you wouldn't do anything with him but he just doesn't like it if he's the one who's with you the most throughout your daily tasks.

"So, how was your day?" He'd ask. You hummed, embracing him into a warm hug that he initiated. "It was nice. I got to go on patrol with Astrid, help put out a couple of fires - again - and, oh, Eret helped me a bit with my sword fighting. After that I was in-"

"Wait, wait, wait. You said who helped you out?" Hiccup slightly broke out of the hug to look at you as you questioningly gazed back at him.

"Uhm, Eret?" You remained still in your spot as you watched him deeply sigh, his head turning towards the ground, allowing his hair to barely brush against your face. "Is ... something the matter..?"

Hiccup shook his head, his hair tickling your nose in the slightest, as he lifted his eyes to meet yours while he spoke hesitantly: "N-no, I just-" he sighed once again as he stared at you, fumbling over his words. As though he had given up on speaking, he gently pulled you closer, allowing your lips to meet. The kiss held an earnestness and passion that was disguised by the delicate way he handled you. He took his time pulling away from you, only doing it because of the necessary oxygen you both needed while he took in every detail on your face.

"Nothing's wrong.. I suppose.. but you do know that you can always come to me for that kind of stuff, right?" He leaned his forehead against yours, auburn hair mixing with yours at the touch.

You were flustered at his response, fighting against the temptation to stutter in your speech; "Yeah, I know... but you're more busy now and I wouldn't want to make you feel more stressed or anything-"

Hiccup was quick to interrupt you as he shut down your statement: "No. You wouldn't be doing anything bad to me if you came and asked for my help in something. I want you to do that." His answer seemed to be more urgent than he wanted, making him clear his throat from the embarrassment that began to creep upon him, "W-when you're a available, that is.." He let out a breath that looked as though he were exhaling all negative feelings away. "Y'know what, I'm making a new plan. From now on, we'll meet every day to better improve your sword techniques. Sound good?"

You were shocked, to say the least, by his answer. It took a lot of convincing to tell him that it shouldn't be every single day this happens, for the sake of his schedule and the things he has to do on certain occasions. He's the Chief now, not a teenage kid running away from his problems anymore - which made him a little bit sour when he thought about it.

In the end, after practicing your sword fighting every other day, he just went right back into doing it everyday instead. Even moreso after Snotlout had tried to spar with you. Hiccup felt more "entitled" to do that specific activity with you - for some odd reason.

(He just really likes to do this with you, especially with Inferno.)

"Hiccup, it's not like we don't see each other everyday as it is-"

"Shush. We're gonna meet everyday and work on this. It's for your benefit anyways. "

He definitely feels like it's one of the ways he can show his love for you, if not the most important one: by giving you his time.

(That's why he's so protective over being the person that helps you with your sword fighting.)

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[sqgeism]

𐙚 𓏵𓏵𓏵 𐙚 𝐢 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 | hiccup haddock x gender neutral reader

love mail — did someone say hiccup haddock? (no one did) surprise! at this point my account is jus becoming self indulgent and i'm posting faves :P FOR THE LOVE OF THE GAMEEE ! LOVE OF THE GAME ! it's 1am help me. art creds: amadeikolinkaut

hiccup's kind of stupid, for all his smarts.

he's confident in two things; toothless, and dragon riding.

which was basically the same thing.. but don't tell him that. he's got enough on his plate.

like trying to figure out how he feels about his best friend, who is currently off for a long mission - and he's been a little antsy about it. everyone's noticed the mood change, how he's a little more mopey, more lost in thought than he should be. ask hiccup what he's thinking and for once, and he doesn't immediately answer some new invention or dragon species.. no, it's something more vulnerable, human. quite literally.

while he's forced to drown in your absence, hiccup's been reflecting. he recalls how astrid laughed at how much he was insisting to come with you, that the village would be alright without their chief, but you made him swore that he'd stay. that no matter how long you'd spend searching for new resources and information, that he'd stay at berk and wait.

and wait he's been doing, waiting— waiting— and waiting. waiting is starting to drive him crazy. as he flies over berk, his eyes can't stop but stare at your home. it's always been next to hiccup's, just a moment away, but now you're somewhere in the world he can't reach, and that brings great discomfort to the dragon master.

the boy knows he's better than this, stronger than a measly ache to yearn. but may thor forbid any sound that is reminiscent of your laughter— for hiccup will always turn in hopes you're there, only to be disappointed. like orpheus to eurydice, he can't help but turn to see the one he misses, for the reason he looks is because he loves. and hiccup has yet to realize that; he too, would walk through the darkest depths to bring you back to light.

and maybe he wonders about you sometimes, and maybe it isn't just 'sometimes' but all the time, and maybe he's burying his head into his pillow and screaming his lungs out. he's telling even talking to toothless, "i don't miss them, bud. i've got my whole village to worry about, why on berk would only one person make me anxious like this?" as if verbalizing his thoughts make them fact. he hopes if he says it enough, it'll make his lie believable.

because who is he fooling? definitely not himself.

he's not fooling the most naïve of people when he literally shoves snotlout to the ground to get to you, nearly tripping over himself as you catch him- the boy damn near ate dirt just to be in your arms again. you want to talk, to tell him about your findings, but he's practically crushing you in his grip. he's crushing you, and he's laughing. because it makes sense to him now. he's spent so many nights wondering, hoping you'd come home. and you did. he doesn't have to hope anymore- because you're not a thought, not a memory, not a fragment of a moment. but you're here, you're home, and you're back in his arms.

he hates himself for ever letting you leave.

the truth has always been, and will always be;

"i missed you."

[knight-hiccup]

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[milksuu]

ᴀ ʀᴜʟᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴀꜱʜ & ꜱᴛᴏʀᴍ ───── ♛ | 𝗣𝗧.𝗢1

pairing: dark!hiccup x f!mute!reader

wc: 1.7k

tw: yandere, implied kidnapping, obsessive/possessive behavior, mention of blood/violence, mention of death

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.

A gleam of orange blazed in the bleakness of night.

You watched from your hilltop window—the thatched roofs off the eastern slopes of Berk twisting and writhing in flames. Even from a distance, you heard the breaking moans of ceilings, the cracks and bends of collapsing wooden structures, and the piercing wails of scales met with sharp edges of iron. Despite The Red Death’s fall, dragon raids still plagued the lands.

Perhaps it was all a sign of retribution. 

You were told to stay within the safe confines of your home. Your father hadn’t wanted to risk your life, considering how precious you’d become. The next Seer in line after Gothi, gifted with spiritual wisdom, healing, and authority of officiating the next chief.

But the price to pay had been steep. 

The house was dark, not even the smallest candle lit. Nothing that would draw a glimmer of attention to the home. A creak ached the roof above, and you flitted your nose up to the rafters, drawing lines across the ceiling. Nothing but your shallow breaths filled the silent dark. 

The hearth then erupted with flame and spark, jolting you from back to neck bone. Had you any voice, a strangled scream would’ve ripped from your throat. Twisting, you had almost forgotten to breathe. A figure shrouded in shadow and leather stood beside the crackling firewood. Light and dark danced in an undulating battle across the strangers’ features.

Revealing a horrifying familiarity.

“Hope you don’t mind if I warm this place up a bit.” That voice, boy-ish in tone, lacked any hint of innocence or niceties. He stretched a gloved hand towards the licking flames, doing nothing to warm the ice coating his insides. “Couldn’t help but notice you looked a little cold and...alone.”

A snap of wood made you flinch; addressing him with quivering lips and dilated eyes. Your long-lost greeting didn’t forebode well.

Every piece of leather tightened around his body as he shifted. Turning to ensnare you within his talon like stare. When embers casted a sheen across his face, you braced against the sight. Soft features long since abandoned, reforged into a visage of cold iron. Carved and littered with scars and nicks across his furrowed brows, cheeks, and clenched jaw line.

“Well, this is kind of embarrassing. Wait, no. That’s not the word I was looking for. More like—disappointing. That sounds like a better fit. For you and everyone else here.” Hiccup stalked forward, a contraption of metal clanking and scratching against the splintering floors. Each step clanged through you, until he stood one heartbeat away. “After all these years, I’d thought you’d have a bit more to say. And you want to know something else? Every night, I dreamed about how this conversation would go. Just like how I dreamed things could be better than what they were. Funny how you can plan for things to go a certain way, but then…”

He pressed his hands at each side of your head, the glass window behind begging to crack from the pressure. His scent permeated, forcing you to swallow. Once smelling of spring honey and rolling glades, now sundered to singe your senses like bone ash and lightning storms. 

“Looks like I’m not the only one who’s a little different.” He placed a calloused finger into the dip of your clavicle. He dug and dug until your pained gasp fell deaf to his ears. Tilting his head, he curled the lip of his mouth. “So, just like Gothi, you gave up your voice. Good—great, actually. This works out better for me.” 

The smile that crept over his lips never made it up to his eyes. Not like before. Those vibrant meadows sullied into a sickly, muddled green. Thick and ichorous, and dared you stare long enough, you could never trudge your way out. Afraid of being stuck within them, your hand slipped silently into the pocket of your dress, where your fingers brushed against the hilt of a dagger. 

You drew it a mere inch before his hand captured yours, twisting until he pried it into his possession.

“Come on. We both know you were never good at fighting.” He chuckled, wagging the sharpest point between your trembling eyes. “I’ll admit it. I wasn’t either back then. That’s something we had in common…until I had to be. Guess that didn’t work out in anyone’s favor on this wet piece of rock. Now, did it?”

Your vision blurred. Screams of the village roared in your ears. Screeches of dragons pierced through the air, engulfed in smoke and fire. Having consumed so much in its wake, you felt the heat of chaos leech into the glass. Searing your back pressed against it.

“Woah. Hey, don’t cry. It’s fine. Don’t worry about it.” He swept a rough thumb over a fallen tear stain. “Not all of them will die tonight. I mean, just think about it for a second. Can’t be chief and rule over a bunch of burnt corpses. How counterintuitive would that be?” 

“As for you though…” he continued, and your heart stalled as he traced the cold metal down your flush cheek and neck, pausing just above your breastbone. “I’m only standing here, watching everything and everyone turn to ash around us, all because of you. And don't tell me you don't remember. When you mended my leg. Somehow kept me from bleeding out. Just before the entire village abandoned me.” His clouded eyes narrowed down. “Including you.”

Releasing you from his pinning weight, your legs wobbled. As if he hadn’t just snatched your foothold underneath. Terror kept your feet webbed in place, watching as he twirled your dagger in his fingers like a child's play thing. Crouching near the fire, he mindlessly poked and prodded at the stoking wood. He picked away a scrap of charred chipping, before plunging the blade into the flank of the burning log. You gazed at him, chest tight, aching. How he hadn’t flinched when the fire slicked around his hand like oil.

He dragged the smoldering stump from the hearth, creating a scorched line. When the licks of fire seeped into the house floors, he rose, one vertebra at a time. 

“If I’m being honest, I probably would’ve done the same thing.”

He unhooked a masked contraption from his belt buckle and tightened it over his face. The eye sockets were of yellow stained sea glass, and the mouth of it appeared like a muzzle of iron teeth.

“Leave something already weak, then crippled to survive on its own. Gambling on the high-stakes of death. So sure of the outcome, no one bothered to turn over a shoulder.” Hellfire rose and swelled in the reflection of his mask. “Maybe they should’ve.” 

The rapid hunger of the hearth fire blazed and curled across the floor of the home. Heat lapped towards your skin, drawing out sweat from your pores. Dense smoke began filling the wooden death chamber. You inhaled the black snowflakes, searing your lungs once they melted inside you. You slapped a hard hand over your mouth, coughing and shuddering against it. A pang of panic willed your body to move. You attempted to open the window behind you, but to your horror, it had been welded to the frame. 

Your eyes watered, hugging the wall as you traced it to the door. When the handle clattered against your pulls and tugs, a ghostly laugh floated around you. The metal was bolted shut from the outside. A bout of nausea cramped your stomach. Fear darted your eyes toward the stairs, where the flames hadn’t yet reached—but soon. Perhaps the window of your room hadn’t been tampered with. 

You darted towards the steps, and before you could place one foot up, a black beast stalked from the darkness of the second floor.

The floating embers danced hauntingly over the onyx scales, and gashes rippled in the firelight. Revealing wounds healed twice, perhaps three times over. That body of night perfectly reflected it's master’s outward appearance.

And as you drowned in those feral slits of pure abandon, it was apparent they also shared the same broken, unmendable soul. 

“Oh. You remember Toothless, don’t you?” Your face paled, backing slowly as the Nightfury slithered down the steps like black ink. A predatory growl rumbled above the snapping and collapsing wood around you. Hiccup sauntered to the dragon’s side, patting the thick of his neck, pulsing with power. Another laugh at your expense. “Looks like he remembers you.”

You fought the claw of unconsciousness raking over every part of you. Choking, straining against your hand pathetically covering your mouth.

“Since you did me a favor back then, I’m going to give you one last chance to make it up to me.” The mask muffled his voice, but the wickedness screamed, rattling your veins. “You can either choose to stay here and burn with the rest of Berk or…” he lifted a hand, hardly an invitation, but a devilish bargain. “You can choose me.”

In the thick of your pounding head and chest, you considered burning to death was the wiser option of the two. All that he was—what he’d inevitably become—held no promise of a life worth degrading yourself for. Nothing about you would be spared. And it wouldn’t be long till you dropped on hands and knees, begging for him to take your life. To end his drawn out game of torture. One he’d carefully crafted for years and years. 

Just for you, only for you.  

Still, you clung to life. A measly mortal thread. Your shaking hand lifted, painfully reaching for his fingertips. One step forward, and the world spun in wisps of red and black. Your lungs and heart throbbed, practically seizing. A calculated arm caught you, cradling you wholly, close as any lover would. 

“Good choice.” 

You heard the waning words of approval, and through the fading light of your vision, something fastened over your face. Your last conscious breath had been clean, airy—a pleasant contrast to the toxic fumes. 

Then, nothing.

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