#hiccup haddock drabble

[ddejavvu]

do you think hiccup would be down for period sex? like when he sees his partner in so much pain and discomfort all he wants to do is make them feel good

The Red Death - Hiccup Haddock x Reader

contents/warnings: smut, minors dni. afab!fem!reader, period sex, blood, fingering as foreplay, don't like don't read.

a/n: yes i giggled when i decided on the title. what's it to you. this wasn't meant to be anything more than like 500 words maybe? but i just ended one of the worst periods of my entire life so this connected with something deep and primal inside of me. do you know how many times i've jacked it while on my period to be able to bring you this. everyone thank me for my hard work and arduous research.

wc: 2.2k / navigation / inbox / summer of series

"I don't know how many times I have to tell you this is gonna be gross. And messy," You peer nervously up at Hiccup, feeling greedy despite having been placated through each step of the process thus far.

"And I don't know how many times I have to tell you that I don't care." Hiccup levels you with a stern smirk, "We have three sheets laid out. Three. If we can wash- well, you know, the normal mess out of one, we can wash this out of three."

"We can burn them for all I care," You throw a hand over your face, hiding behind it like it shields you entirely, "I'm talking about us. You will be messy. Your- I mean it's gonna get all over you! Your hands and your thighs and... It's just going to be a big bloody mess."

"Have you forgotten that you're talking to an amputee? I only have one leg." Hiccup narrows his eyes at you, "This won't be the first time I see a big bloody mess but it'll at least be miles better than the last time I saw one."

"I don't know about that," You hum resignedly, and Hiccup straightens the pillow beneath your hips one final time before crawling onto the bed and straddling your hips.

"I do. Just relax. Keep your eyes closed, if you want." He offers, his hands braced on your belly that's churning, but with anxiety or with cramping you can't discern, "Let's just try it once, and if it goes south we don't ever have to even talk about it again."

You're more worried that he'll have a change of heart midway through, disgusted by the crimson staining every inch of his skin, and decide he never wants to talk with you about anything ever again, but you're sure voicing that concern would only make things worse, so you clamp your jaw shut and keep your hand firmly planted over your eyes.

You can feel him peel away your underwear, your panty liner surely a gruesome sight. That's another thing you hadn't considered- you should have disposed of it beforehand! - but if he cares, he doesn't mention it. He starts with his hands on your thighs, thumbs rubbing soothing circles into the crease between thigh and groin. Then he moves for the lips of your sex, gently parting them and getting a glimpse of your red-soaked cunt.

You're sure you're a mess inside and out, but his movements don't contain hesitation. They're gentle, like he always is, but sure in the same way. It's comforting, reassuring to know that he hasn't abandoned ship yet.

"I'm probably wet enough just from the blood." You admit, still blinded by your palm, embarrassed to even speak the thought aloud, "You don't have to prep me."

"I want to." He hums, his voice soft as his finger runs lightly down your slit, inducing a shiver that shoots straight to your core, "I'm not doing this to get my rocks off, this is for you."

He'd made that clear from the get-go, but something funny still happens in your stomach when he says it. He's always been caring, thoughtful, intentional, but you rarely get to appreciate it during your lust-crazed quickies the way you do now, laid bare and vulnerable for the man slowly staining his fingers red for you.

You're sure by now he's messy, but part of you still wants to believe that somehow, the well has run dry, and he's seeing you at your best down there. But he never backs off, only gently putting pressure against your slit to breach your lips and grant him access to the wet, hot sex beneath.

Your hips involuntarily squirm against the pillow beneath them as he presses one finger in, carefully guiding it in slow, stroking motions that get deeper the more he repeats them. They're shallow at first, barely diving a quarter of the way into your full depth. But as you settle on the pillow again he pushes deeper, until he's reached the spongy spot deep within you that's already feeling strange. It's an awkward feeling, being touched so deeply, pleasurable when paired with other sensations but not enough on its own to induce any toe-curling pleasure. As such, all you do is gasp, and he draws his finger out to ease a second one in.

"It is like lube," He notes, and you feel the tacky substance sticking to your skin- you can't imagine his own - "But is it really slick enough, or does it chafe?"

"It's-" You squirm at the question, cheeks burning hotter than the fire downstairs, "I don't know! That's gross."

"I'm knuckle-deep in blood." Hiccup smarts, and you uncover your eyes daringly, just to glare at him, "Do you really think you need to be embarrassed right now?"

"It's not lube." You huff, "It's not as smooth. It's not- gritty, but it's just not the same consistency. It's good enough, though. I don't think I need anything else."

"I don't want to rely on it," He hushes you, and you succumb to the pleasure of feeling two of his fingers inside of you. Your knees would buckle if you were standing, but you merely tense your thighs instead, briefly trapping his hand in place. He watches, his teeth momentarily digging into his lower lip. When you relax, he slowly draws his hand out, thrusting back in at a steady rhythm.

"Does it hurt?" He asks, and you shake your head as the pain resides in your gut.

"No. It's more in my stomach. But a- y'know, an orgasm," You speak with burning cheeks, "-that helps. All of the muscles expand and contract and it pushes things through. And sometimes the cramping goes away."

"Stretch out," He orders, smoothing his clean, warm hand over your belly, "Don't clench your muscles."

"I'm trying," You whine, feeling pleasure building slowly but surely as his fingers rake through your cunt. He's brushing your clit with his thumb, maybe accidentally with how gentle it is, but each feather-light touch makes your stomach swoop, traded for the pain writhing just below your gut.

You're growing content with him fingering you despite the mess it'll make, but when your pleasure starts climbing higher and higher, you draw your hips back, stopping him from pushing his fingers back inside of your hole again.

"Wait, wait! I'm ready," You pant, your cunt now stinging with desire, "If you still want to-"

"I still want to." Hiccup rushes to unbuckle his belt, which is another thing you should have considered before this affair, because he's holding his red-stained hand uselessly at his side, and his other one fumbles with the buckle. You end up sitting up to help him, and he watches with one crimson hand suspended in midair as you masterfully undo his belt buckle.

"Watching you do that is really- I love you." He blurts, and as evidence, you see his pants, stretchy and light for dragon riding, but sturdy for the life of a viking, shift just slightly.

At least he's as prepared as you are.

You help him shimmy out of his leggings and it's less sexy than it could be, but you're being eaten alive by your nerves so you're not judging a thing he does. There's nothing to be ashamed of here, not the dark, bloody mess that's become of his hand or the way his dick throbs in the open air like it's seen you.

He grows steadily harder to the point that you're not worried about any rushed foreplay, and you see him officially stain the bedsheets beneath you as he grips onto one of them regardless of the red adorning his fingers. It's far enough away from your head that you're not put off by it, but you're sure you'll be mortified when scrubbing the sheets later.

"Do you need a minute?" He asks, now inches away from your face as he hovers over you. His warm hand is no longer your personal heating pad but it's perfect where it is, cupping your jaw and holding your face steady where it rests near his own.

"No, I'm ready. Please-? I'm," You squirm briefly, your pussy begging for stimuli, "I'm really ready."

"Me too," He admits, a breathy groan as he lines himself up. The merest contact his tip makes with the hot, wet mess your cunt has become has his head dipping down, a strangled cry escaping his throat. It's nothing more than a whisper, but it reignites the slowly dwindling flame of bliss below your stomach that replaces any lingering discomfort from your cramps.

His face is pressed into your shoulder and he barely gets himself together enough to raise it, kissing up the underside of your chin and over your jawbone. He latches onto your lips and practically sucks, kissing you with tongue and teeth and desperation. He's always been good kisser, but it doesn't come from skill or technique, it comes from the need. He licks at your lips like he'll die if you don't let him in, and it gets you hot and heavy every time.

You two are a mangled mess of moans and groans and whimpers as he begins thrusting at a slow, steady pace. With every stroke of his hips your cunt sucks him in, bathing him in blood that's surely staining his pubes and subsequently transferring onto his groin. You're used to cleaning yourself up, but you wonder if he was prepared for the right level of mess.

You'd been trying not to look, still somewhat embroiled in your own anxieties, but Hiccup glances down at your coupling when he plants his head solidly between your breasts, and at the sight of your blood spread across his pelvis like a brand, he trembles with the effort of holding his orgasm off.

"Oh my gods," He grunts, fists clenching in the sheets as he tries not to cum, "It's so- it's everywhere."

"I told you!" You whine, legs clamping shut without thought, but he spares his clean hand to wrestle them apart again.

"It's so hot." He breathes, panting against your mouth between frantic, messy kisses, "It's- it's like... you can see it, you can see where I've touched you, you can see everything, it's- you're getting it all over me and I'm gonna cum, Y/N, I mean I'm really gonna cum-!"

He seems to realize that this is a losing battle. In his desperation he'd picked up speed between your thighs, and the intensity of his thrusts coupled with the hand that still rests between your legs, now fondling your clit, pinching and rubbing and pressing, means that you spiral towards your own climax just seconds behind his. The warm, gushing sensation of his seed pouring into you surely helps, and you're thrown over the edge with a sensation even more intense than your cramps.

It's mind-numbing, something you get lost in as you writhe against the bedsheets, your angled hips suck him in with the way you spread your thighs as far as possible, and he humps through his orgasm with an urgency that makes your own ten times better. You finish, not quite as one, but because of the other, and he plants his nose flush to your own as he takes large, raking breaths after being able to think again.

His lips press to your skin, nowhere targeted but tender all the same. It's not haphazard but it is lazy, something that showcases how exhausted he really is after having all of the blood in his body rush south.

You lean into them, savoring their sweetness as your mind wanders back to you.

"I'm sorry I got blood all over you," You mumble, glancing at the red sheets beside your head.

"Shut up." Hiccup groans, kissing you pointedly this time, right on the mouth, "I just came in, like, a minute."

"It was longer than a minute." You assure him, "Maybe- a minute-fifteen?"

"Alright," He nips at your nose, cracking a grin, "My point exactly. That was hot."

"That was helpful," You add, "I'm not cramping anymore."

"How often do you get them?" He asks, his nose brushing your own as he takes his weight off of you. He's thoroughly stained, thighs painted crimson from the way they'd collided with yours, hand now dried and caked in the first of the day's mess.

"Every few hours, I guess? The waves come and go." You wriggle in place, making yourself comfortable over the sheets again, "We should clean up before this dries."

"I'll get a washcloth!" Hiccup volunteers, placing his clean hand atop your stomach to hold you in place, "And- uh, just let me know when your cramps come back. I'm- we could do this again. If you wanted to. Because I- I definitely want to. If you want to."

"I want to," You admit, dropping your head back to the pillow as he rushes for the washbasin, "I'll tell Gothi I don't need any pain remedies this month. We can do this all week."

[withering-daylight]

CUDDLES AND HAIR BRAIDING | HICCUP HADDOCK x FEM!READER

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

timeline: RTTE

warnings: none!

word count: 326

DO NOT REBLOG MY WORK (UNLESS YOU ASK FIRST)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[juniemunie]

Another wip of these two because just listening to the httyd soundtrack on a whim was enough to trigger the hyperfixation once again hoo wee

[knight-hiccup]

━━━━━MAELSTROM DRABBLE✦

A little spoiler to feed you all until book 2 & 3 finally arrive hehe 💗

Hiccup quietly sketches you when you’re lost in your own world, capturing fleeting moments he cherishes. He draws you tying up your hair or braiding it with deft fingers, strands catching the light like spun gold. On the cliffside you both love, he traces the curve of your silhouette against the windswept horizon. In the hall, he sketches you with your palm propped under your chin, eyes closed, a faint smirk betraying your attempt to block out Snotlout and Tuffnut’s chaotic antics. His favorite, though, is when a sunbeam bathes you in a warm glow, illuminating your features like a living Valkyrie. Sketching you is more than a pastime for Hiccup—it’s his way of preserving the beauty of those unguarded moments.

[freak-like-meemy]

Jack Frost has a penchant for wild spirits—the ones who weave words like spells, paint dreams into existence, and lose themselves in the embrace of a story. He’s drawn to the brunettes who carry entire worlds in their minds, ink-stained fingers tracing the edges of fate itself. The ones who defy gravity, who ride atop giant winged beasts as if they were born to belong to the wind, chasing adventures no mere mortal dares to touch.

Perhaps it's their fire against his cold, their boundless imagination against his eternal solitude. He’s always been enamored with those who don't just see magic but create it. And in them, he finds a warmth even winter cannot steal.

Sidenote: This was absolutely fueled by thoughts of Jatherine and Hijack, naturally~

[home-of-renn]

One thing that I wished they kept throughout the franchise was Hiccup being the smallest Viking. I wish they kept him scrawny and stringy and shorter than Astrid and the rest of the gang.

Hiccup was ostracised by his entire community for many reasons, one being his weak build and small stature.

Snotlout may be shorter than Hiccup in the movies, but he's got bigger muscles and puffs himself up. He makes up for it by acting like a proper Viking, being loud and obnoxious and always ready to start a fight - that and he can actually lift a weapon.

The name Hiccup is meant to mean small and frail - the runt of a litter or the black sheep. I want Hiccup to be the absolute epitome yet antithesis of his name. I want Hiccup to be small and unassuming and shorter than the rest. But I also want him to be Great. I want him to be brave and stubborn and hard to kill. Awkward and sarcastic at the worst of times but still kind and friendly and always dependable.

I want him to be everything a Viking is and isn't. I want him to be a peacekeeper and a warrior, an adventurer and an inventor, the son of the chief and the hiccup of his tribe. Someone who can't wield the same weapons as his tribesmen so he makes his own. Someone who wants to uphold the traditions and culture of his people yet always thinks outside of the box. The representation of this new age that's fast approaching, the line in the middle where old and new clash.

I want Hiccup to dress like a Viking, talk like a Viking, eat, sleep and walk like a Viking yet be the very last thing anyone ever thinks of when they think of a Viking. And most of all I want there to be absolutely nothing wrong with that.

I wish they hadn't made him tall and appealing in the end. I wish they'd kept him the way he was. A Viking born too early and too weak in the middle of one of the harshest winters ever experienced by the barbaric archipelago. A Viking who beat the odds and survived. He's braved every terrible winter since his birth and lives in a place where it snows nine months of the year and hails the other three. He can endure bone-freezing chills and frozen oceans but never fails to catch the common cold. He's always been a bit sickly, ever since he was a child, but he always bounces back. He's got scars and a missing leg and his hands are filled with callouses, cuts and burns, but he's soft-spoken and loves to read and never skips a meal yet can never seem to get any bigger.

I wish they could have kept Hiccup the way he was. I wish they didn't have to change him in order to have him become a worthy hero.

I wish the entire village could look at their little runt of a chief and still crack jokes about his long-overdue growth spurt. I want them to look at him and be filled with pride, cause despite the fact that he hasn't grown an inch since he was sixteen, there isn't a single person on Berk who can look at him without seeing just how far he's come.

[darkcrowprincess]

Frostcup thoughts:

I have this vision in my head of Hiccup walking in the woods near the village in winter with Toothless, and without meaning to he accidentally comes upon Jack floating dancing among the snow dipped leaf less trees. With icicles hanging and glowing like jewels in the light. Slightly dripping water. Jack being so happy and care free in the moment he doesn't notice anyone around, and snowflakes are twirling and dancing around him. Moving as he moves. Hiccup is so stunned by what he sees he just stares for a while watching Jack, untill Toothless makes a sound. Which causes Jack to stop dancing and turn towards him startled. Blue eyes stare into green for what seems like an eternity(but really is only for a few seconds) and than like a deer Jack panic and bolts up into the air with his Shepards staff, running away before Hiccup could even say anything.

[mathitas]

I am now obsessed with Dragon Trainer, so if anyone wants to ask for a fan fiction, I’m open to it!

[zuzufromtheafterlife]

Waiting For The Rain

The night was cold as Toothless and Hiccup slummed their way into a cave to use as shelter for the night. After a mission went south, resulting in them being separated from the rest of their team, they had nothing else to do but take cover for the night and attempt to wait out the storm.

Toothless was the first to drop to the ground after warming it with his plasma, Hiccup following not long after as he used one of Toothless' massive paws as a pillow. Nothing had to be said for one of his mighty wings to extend out over Hiccup, acting as a blanket as they huddled together to wait out the night.

Though Hiccup did nothing but steal the warmth that Toothless supplied, the two stayed curled up for the whole night. Hiccup may have been out cold, the steady rise and fall of his chest giving him away, but Toothless stayed in a light sleep, ears perking at the faintest sounds, ready to defend the defenceless Viking if need be.

As the rain slowed, making it clear enough for Toothless to fly the remainder home, he allowed his Viking to rest for a little longer.

Read here on ao3 @eclipsingbingo @fandom-free-bingo

[that-crazy-skz-stan-uwu]

can i pitch an idea to you

same person

Thank you for the ask Lux! 🩷 Fr they both give off the same vibes! Dragon Rider Chan would be so cool! (i apologize if this ask has been here for a while and i haven't seen it!!!! 😭) Quick drabble of my ideas about it: Dragon Rider Chan spends to much time on his inventions for the dragons. He's drawn up some of the most ingenious gadgets and gizmos you could think off, both for battle and for Berk to make it more comfortable for the dragons. The rest of SKZ as his fellows riders would follow Chan to the ends of the earth, and into the hidden world, if he asked. Chan and the rest of SKZ have made it their mission to keep all of the dragons safe from those who wish them harm. Much like Hiccup he is an excellent strategist and plans missions down to the T. Whether they go as planned is another question... Personally, besides Toothless as the best choice of dragon, I'd think that another dragon that Chan really likes is the Death Song. He probably already has some ideas on some gadgets that are inspired by the Death Song too. For some reason, baby dragons absolutely adore Chan! They would be allover his house and lab, following him everywhere. At first it was kinda funny and a bit annoying while he was trying to work, but now Chan has a huge soft spot for the babies. He lets them sleep on his desk and lap while he works and pets them when he's reading.

[sanfangirl-cynicalromantic]

Hiccstrid Drabble | Crime Scene

Prompt: I accidentally kicked a rock too hard and it broke the window and you saw it

Astrid stomped outside. The pristine grass crunched her boots. She tipped her head back in hopes of catching a breeze to cool her off, but the air was just stagnant and hot.

Ugh. The slime-mecketing song of a rat-faced half troll never failed to get on her nerves. Fate had decided to be cruel today; Fishlegs, who was Astrid’s usual deskmate in all her classes because he was one of the few boys that never dared to hit on her (i.e. Snotlout) was absent, which had left aforementioned Snotlout to sidle up and take the seat next to her. She had been subject to his disgusting pick up lines for nearly the whole class, and Astrid had been trying to hold in her temper, but she had known she was only a moment away from snapping.

So, she had excused herself to go to the bathroom, and gleefully didn’t return. She never would have skipped class any other time, but this situation called for drastic measures, and it wasn’t as if she had been learning anything.

She howled her frustration to the sky, trusting the music class next to her to mask the sound.

“Argh!!! That awful, no-good, bulge eyed, hairy chested-” she kicked around her ferociously, uprooting the grass around her. She delivered a particularly hard kick to a fist sized rock before she could stop herself, and to her horror, it flew straight towards one of the windows.

“No!” she gasped in panicked terror, just as she saw the missile collide with the glass and shatter it.

No screams erupted from the room, so she supposed it was empty, but the fact brought her little comfort. She stood there, hands pressed to her mouth.

A rustle sounded behind her, and she whirled around to come face to face with another student rising from behind the cluster of bushes. She screeched and reflexively shoved him back down.

“Ow!” the nasally voice cried as the twigs pricked him unceremoniously. “What the- What’re you - why?” he scowled under thick reddish brown bangs.

“You shouldn't sneak up on people like that,” Astrid snapped reproachfully, her version of an apology.

“Alright, geez! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you, but you pushed me! You don’t just go around pushing people, y’know! Or breaking windows, for that matter.”

Astrid paled. “You saw that?” she asked tentatively.

“Yup,” he popped the ‘p.’ “and even if I hadn’t, you standing there all guilty by a broken window would’ve been pretty obvious.”

“I’m sorry,” she apologized, as if it had been his window she had just broken. “I don’t - can you - What do I do?” She wrung her hands. She wasn’t good with controlling her temper, but she had never caused damage before.

He looked surprised for a second like he couldn’t believe she was asking for his advice - to be honest, she didn’t know why she was either - before he quickly regained his composure.

“First rule of crime-doing, flee the scene,” he advised, a dry note in his tone. Astrid couldn’t tell if he was serious or not. He grabbed her hand and began pulling her into a run. Astrid followed, despite the fact that she normally would have punched anyone who ever tried to hold her hand.

“Where are we going?” she asked.

“Somewhere to hide, he responded, cutting across a lawn and tugging her behind another school building.

“Do you do this a lot?” she questioned. He turned to look at her, and she realized with a start that this boy was actually taller than her, and he had big green eyes.

“What? The hiding, or the breaking windows?” he snarked. She didn’t reply, still taking in his eyes, slightly large nose, and the wrinkled school uniform. His tie was undone and he had grass stains on his collar, which matched his bright eyes that she kept looking at. “I’m Hiccup, by the way,” he dropped her hand and extended it to her to shake.

“Astrid.”

[ddejavvu]

Excuse Me, Barmaid - Hiccup Haddock x Reader (MASTERLIST)

Summary: Berk is a small island with a small populace. Everybody knows everybody, and everybody especially knows the son of the Chief. When you’re thrown into the mix, arriving alone on a ship from an island they’ve never heard of before, you’re the talk of the village. It, of course, doesn’t help that you’re now roommates with the aforementioned son of the Chief. Stoick’s hospitality is welcome, but how will you survive living amongst the Chief of Berk and his inquisitive son, all while keeping your secrets close to your chest?

Parts: 2/?

Status: Ongoing

Part 1

Part 2

[lilliths-not-just-httyd-blog]

okay but. i'm listening to As Long As He's Safe and i'm also thinking about vigcup cuz i'm like that... imagine a post-rtte scenario where hiccup, viggo and villain character (maybe grimmel? maybe someone else?) are all falling through the sky like what happened in THW... and earlier on in the film/episode or whatever viggo and hiccup are re-united after a post-triple cross era where hiccup thinks viggo is dead... and viggo said something along the lines of "on my life, i'm never letting you go ever again".

but as the three of them are falling, viggo realises that since the villain is clinging to him and he's clinging to hiccup, he can save hiccup and allow him to activate his flight suit and glide to safety... if he lets go and plummets into the ocean with the villain to their deaths.

so he kisses hiccup... then lets go, sacrificing himself AGAIN in order to save hiccup.

optional happy ending could include his skrill saving his life, showing just how far his bond with dragons has come.

[ryan-says-hi]

Laughter bubbles in Jack's mouth, bright and scorching. He almost forgets the sweat trying to puddle on his back. "You what?" He asks.

Hiccup winces, glancing at his rearview mirror at the PetCo front before twisting in his seat. "I might have accidentally stolen a lizard," he says miserably.

The laughter tumbles from Jack. "Accidentally?"

Hiccup glares at Jack, wiping at the sweat on his own brow beneath his fringe. "Yes, accidentally," he hisses. "Toothless here wasn't exactly keen to leave my sweater, and I wasn't about to let Pitch know I was there, watching him roam around the fishtanks at a PetCo like an emo teenager from the early 2000's, so-"

"Wait," Jack interupts, looking at Hiccups sweater intently. Hiccup's jaw snaps shut. He fidgets under Jack's roving eyes, pressing further back into the leather seat. Jack can't see any lumps in the green fabric, but-

"Do you still have the lizard?"

Hiccup blinks. All at once, his fidgeting stops. He reaches under the hem of his sweatshirt, his brows scrunched together like they do when he's actively regreting something. A black tail pokes out from beneath the green. Then a set of backlegs, and then a torso, and then Hiccup is pulling a lizard the size of his forearm out from under his sweater, holding it beneath it's armpits like it'll bite him if he's not careful. It's kind of hilarious, actually. The little guy has enormous green eyes and a gummy smile, no teeth in sight.

Hiccup's face is still screwed with regret, even as he shifts to allow the little guy to rest its backlegs on his thigh. For a fleeting moment, Jack thinks about kissing Hiccup.

Instead, he puts on a shit eating grin and says, "Wasn't Pitch looking for something with teeth?"

Hiccup flashes him a smile. "Put your finger in Toothless' mouth and find out."

The lizard - Toothless - wriggles in Hiccup's grasp, it's lower body enacting freestyle jazz. Jack grins, delighted. He's going to do it, too, raising a finger up to poke at Toothless' flailing belly when the shadows in Hiccup's truck waver.

Toothless' eyes narrow to slits, teeth emerging from it's gums. The next moment, it's vanished, a wisp of smoke as it reappears on Hiccup's shoulder. It ducks into Hiccup's hair at the base of his neck, claws finding purchase in his sweater as it eyes Jack warily.

The sweat on Jack's back crystalizes. Hiccup's breath visibly stammers. "I- I didn't-"

"Hiccup-"

"Oh god. Did I kidnap Pitch's nightmare?"

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What if - hear me out - what if Toothless is a baby nightmare who decides it's had enough of Pitches bullshit and resides in a PetCo (a pet store). What if the nightmare takes one look at Hiccup trailing Pitch and takes the form of a lizard to attract his attention. What if Modern Hiccup bonds with said lizard while tracking Pitch, panics when he's nearly caught, and smuggles the lizard out by accident. What if Jack is waiting in Hiccup's truck with the AC cranked to escape the blazing heat when Hiccup returns, having no clue what he's just done, but having a stupid affinity for the little guy all the same.

Also- hear me out- what if none of this has anything to do with the source art, but it inspired me all the same. (Thank you @sboochi for your wonderful art! I can't wait to see what the OG idea was, if that's ever something you want to pursue :D )

I've always liked the idea of a sequel for RotG set during summer. Cold never bothered Jack anyway but scorching sun sure does

[what-am-i-even-doing-tho]

October Drabble Challenge 2023

Day 20- Speech

"Hiccup was not his dad, though."

[knight-hiccup]

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