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Fic Recommendations <3

some fics that i really like and if you haven't read the yet, you totally should! i will update this regularly! feel free to recommend anything so i can put it on here!

Percy Jackson

Percy

the witch and the fish: the illustrious son of the sea is spending the summer in the hamptons with his family and unbeknownst to him an old friend is his next door neighbor for this summer.

talk to me: in which (y/n) gets hurt and says a few incriminating things while in pain.

my boyfriend: in which percy is the coolest person in the world— right behind you, of course

[14:20]

Various

how they would hold your hands

attractive things they do

characters as romance tropes

How to Train Your Dragon

Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III

dating hiccup would include

fluff alphabet

"what's all this blood?"

Various

dragon riders christmas gift headcanons: dragon riders open up their xmas gift from their s/o and it is a very detailed wood carving of them riding their dragon.

Criminal Minds

Aaron Hotchner

these will mostly be daughter!reader, bc i have a soft spot for hotch as a father.

if we had five more minutes...: (aaron hotchner x daughter!reader) hotch wishes he had five more minutes.

hotches daughter: morgan and reid bring you down to ask you some questions on a recent case, not knowing who your father is.

why: you mourn over the death of you adoptive mother.

they'd bring you back: you’re an unsub’s latest target, but your personality is way more than he bargained for.

Spencer Reid

how to play the game

tear me apart: based on episode 23, season 7. where the reader gets caught in a bank heist

work song

roomate!spencer coming home after no one remembered his birthday

Voltron

Keith Kogane

i'm not going anywhere: you’ve been dating keith for about six months, but you’ve only recently met his group of friends. he’s worried that they each have more to offer you than he does, and his insecurities eat away at him until you calm him down.

imagine keith kogane breaking you out of a galra prison

dating keith kogane

bf keith hcs

lucky charm: teaching lance the ways of smooth flirting are very hard , and for keith , acting as your practice dummy is even harder.

allura´s sister: being the younger sibling to Allura meant no eyes were on you, that is until Keith met your gaze.

pain: even when fueled by pure fury and determination

lance´s sister: keith kogane finds himself being questioned by one mcclain to find himself answering to the other

keith with an artistic s/o

hc keith dating allura's younger sister

the five times he didn't

runaways: in which you and Keith are both runaways who end up meeting outside of a motel – neither of you have enough money for one room, so you end up taking a risk and putting your money together, buying one room between the two of you – despite being complete strangers.

sunshine: Keith Kogane was insufferable. An absolute nightmare to be around. So why are you getting visions of him kissing you?

change of plans: now that Keith Kogane is a rockstar, it’s become very difficult to decipher whether someone likes him for him, or for his money. So, he’s decided to just stay as far away from love as possible.

Various

reuniting when he returns to earth

paladins accidentally hurting reader

Harry Potter

Marauders Era

Remus Lupin

the girl with the books: james and sirius notice that it’s not the books that keep remus in the library, and are determined to know whether you – the object of remus’s affection – return his feelings.

we'll never have sex: you’re used to boys wanting one thing and one thing only from you, causing you to be thrown off when Remus Lupin kisses you, just to kiss you. based off of “We’ll Never Have Sex” by Leith Ross.

heavy handed: your debut as the marauders’ new guitarist doesn’t exactly go to plan when remus gets handsy with you on stage.

bassist!remus x reader

remus giving a sweet little message before playing the song he wrote for you.

James Potter

we deserve this life: your beautifully regular life with your husband years after the war

james bodyguard au

Golden Trio Era

Harry Potter

imagine being wolfstar's daughter and having a jily type love story with harry

Fred Weasley

always little wolf: while y/n and Fred walk home in the snow, the simplest conversation makes Fred sure of one thing, he's going to marry that girl.

Theo Nott

the only heaven i'll be sent to (is when i'm alone with you): y/n and theo get dared to spend 7 minutes in heaven and interesting conversation ensues.

last kiss

theodore nott as your boyfriend

what's it like to be theodore nott's girlfriend

MCU

Peter Parker

celestial beings: there's a reason why peter parker can't keep his eyes off of you.

something to remember me by: reader and happy visit may's grave and peter is there. you don't remember him

daddy's got a gun: (tasm!peter x hotchner!reader) in which peter meets your dad - aaron hotchner.

just barely: (tasm!peter x reader) “okay, peter. are you afraid of spiders?” “no.” “then can you go get the one in my apartment?”

heated

Bucky Barnes

the bet: the agents at SHIELD have not taken well to Bucky’s pardon. When he’s injured on a mission under suspicious circumstances, you take matters into your own hands.

Narnia

Peter Pevensie

the golden witch: y/n returns to narnia with the pevensies and discovers something powerful about herself.

jealous confessions: war times are complicated and feelings tent to get overwhelming. when jealousy hits peter, he doesn't know what to do, you don't know what to make of it, and you two end up… "confessing".

an unexpected turn: your night took an unexpected turn when you follow after the high king during an important ball. you certainly didn’t think the stroll would lead to a fencing lesson.

Edmund Pevensie

taking care of you: edmund sneaks in to make sure his queen is alright.

set during the events of prince caspian

hearts are beating: reader discovers that she’s pregnant and tells their s/o, edmund

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gigilberry-wips · 4 years

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Ch. 12. Hiccup’s POV: Late October

Media: Fanfiction

Rating: General

Warnings: No Warnings Apply

Fandoms: Harry Potter - J.K Rowling, Rise of the Brave Tangled Dragons/The Big Four, How to Train Your Dragon (2010), Tangled (2010), Rise of the Guardians (2012), Brave (2012)

Characters: Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III (How to Train Your Dragon), Gobber the Belch (How to Train Your Dragon), Original Female Characters, Original Non-Human Characters, Rapunzel (Tangled), Jack Frost (Guardians of Childhood) (brief), Merida (Brave) (brief)

Tags: Hogwarts AU, kid!fic, Boarding School, Fantasy Elements, Fluff, Friendships, Cute, Samhain, Magic, Pagan Festivals, Slice of Life

Word count: 3,528 words

Chapters:

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24

AO3 Link

Summary:

October brings rain and change into the lives of the students, whether they know it or not.

.°○.♢.○°.

A/N:

Song for this chapter: Dreaming - Coraline OST

.°○.♢.○°.

October was a month of rain. Every day the school woke to skies covered in a heavy blanket of dense, grey clouds pouring enough water to supply a reasonably sized village. The rumbling thunder became another part of the backdrop of the day-to-day activities. Parts of the grounds soon flooded over from the near constant downpour and became almost like marshland.

But the chill and damp did not cross into the castle. Not when runes guarded the windows and doors.

It took some time before Hiccup noticed them. Once he did, it was easy to find more. Some were obvious, like the one or two carved over doorways that some students would try to jump up and touch. Others were so incredibly tiny that they looked ready to duck and hide in the crevices they peeked out of.

They were not Viking runes, that much he knew. Many of them appeared to be letters in an alphabet—or, well, at least the simpler ones. They were often arranged in line formation, so perhaps that had something to do with how to read them. He couldn't say the same for the complicated ones. Those were just one big rune, made up of smaller bits of symbols that wrapped around each other to form detailed, almost artistic patterns.

When he viewed them through the lens of his magic, they glowed orange, and felt warm to the touch. The one time he'd tried to nudge his magic at one of them, a nearby suit of armour had abruptly turned its head and Hiccup went scuttling off.

He made sure to tell Gobber about it. Now that he had permission to visit Gobber as often as he wished, he'd since gone every week to narrate his findings. Those and more he scribbled down in a lined, magical notes-book that had come with his school supplies and which he'd taken to carrying around with him.

The afternoon was an especially cold, dark one when Hiccup unfurled a ratty old umbrella he'd borrowed from the stash in his common room and trudged through the rain. As he neared Gobber's hut, the sight of someone vaguely familiar sitting under the porch roof grew clearer. She waved to him as he squelched up the steps, every part of him save his school bag (stored safely under his cloak) dripping water.

While he muttered a quick 'hello professor' to Professor Ginna, Gobber poked his head out the door.

“About time you got here. Help me with tea.” Gobber snapped his fingers. A puff of steam billowed out from Hiccup's clothes, making his hair stick up like dandelion fuzz.

“Why does it always have to be that one? I can do it myself.” Hiccup grumbled, patting away the steam.

“Oh, aye? And I’m supposed to stand here and wait? No point in you getting sick if you don't have to, I think. Now come on, hop to it.”

Between the two of them, they somehow got the tea out to the small, dingy table set up before a huddle of stools. Yik-yik came out just long enough to greet Hiccup before he took refuge inside, while Gobber and Ginna picked up whatever conversation they'd left off.

One of the professors Hiccup had gotten to know better from his regular visits was Professor Ginna. He learnt that she taught Care of Magical Creatures and that her duties of taking care of the magical animals extended to helping maintain the school grounds with Gobber. He also learnt that she took her tea with three sugars, that her witch's hat was apparently waterproof and bad luck proof, and that she had a deep, throaty laugh for someone spindly enough that a stiff wind could knock her sideways.

While the adults chatted, Hiccup quietly nibbled a crumpet—the initial liking for them had not gone away and it was all Gobber's fault—and staunchly resisted the urge to press his cheek into the hot, marmite-coated surface. Nessi had abandoned him to skitter about the edge of the porch and catch raindrops on her skin, the water more than likely feeling pleasantly warm to her. She only came back to check in on him as Gobber gathered up the tea things and went inside. (“No, you stay put. That's the third time you've tripped over the trunk and nearly stabbed yer eyes out.”)

Ginna took out a long, curving pipe and filled it with a something dark and crumbly, like mulch. She gave it a poke, took a deep drag of her pipe, and a moment later sighed out purple smoke. “…Ah, much better.”

“Why better?” Hiccup asked, idly swinging his feet.

Ginna regarded him. Reaching up, she tapped her head where the wide stripe of white hair started at her hairline. It stood out like fresh snow against the backdrop of her frizzy black hair and deeply brown skin.

“See this? When I was somewhere about 80 years old, I cracked my skull right here. Next thing I knew, 10 years had gone and I still can't remember how. Sometimes I get headaches. Makes my hands shake worse than they already do. I smoke this and the pain dulls.”

He gazed at the floorboards, turning over the words. “…Does smoking that make your hands not shake anymore?”

“No. Makes them shake less, but doesn't get rid of it. I can't thread a needle to save my life. Can barely knit.”

Hiccup caught a whiff of the smell. It was like spiced honey and lavender. It made his nose itch.

He made a face. “Isn't smoking supposed to be bad for you?”

Ginna rolled her shoulder so it creaked like old wood. “Eh. I'm already…156 or thereabout. I'd say I have a good few decades left in me. I'll manage.”

The door opened and Gobber stepped out with his own pipe. “Did I hear the boy go at you for smoking? He's been doing it to me for years.”

“It's fine, I don't mind. Children have asked me worse.”

“That they do, that they do.” Gobber quietly groaned as he sat on the stool. Lighting his pipe, he turned and fixed Hiccup with a look. “Right. Spit it out. I know what yer really here for.”

Hiccup grinned. As of late, there had been more than one reason for him to visit Gobber. “Can I go see them? Please?” He asked, rocking back on his heels.

Gobber glanced at Ginna. Ginna pulled out a short iron rod, small enough to fit in his hand.

“Here. You know what to do. Tap this to the door and it'll open. Try not to lose it, please.”

As Hiccup thanked her, Gobber picked up the discarded umbrella and snapped it open. He handed it to Hiccup. "There. That ough'to last you a few hours."

He thanked them again and went out into the rain. Nessi perched comfortably in his hair as the rain splashed away from them, like an invisible barrier hovered over the umbrella.

At the mouth of the woods there started a dirt path which, strangely enough, was only slightly damp from the constant rain. It wandered a short distance through the trees before widening into a small clearing. One end held a small but serviceable forge. The only things out of place about it were a ring of smooth, even stones embedded into the ground and the fact that no smoke ever rose from it.

The other end of the clearing held a one story building less than half the size of Gobber's hut. Hiccup tapped the rod to the door and stowed it in his pocket. A gentle push and the door opened into a brightly lit space.

The inside of the barn was as much of a cavern as one could make out of something built for the comfort of its inhabitants, standing at several stories tall and twice as wide. Large sections of it had been adapted to suit different animals, from the shadowed, secluded Thestral stables to the burrowing mounds for Nifflers. High overhead flew bird-like and not-at-all-bird-like creatures, flitting between floating platforms and complex mazes of perches and hiding places.

Though he couldn't see it, Hiccup knew that the very end of the enclosure would lead him to a pair of heavy oaken doors. Off to one side would be a strange mechanism built into the wall that, depending on what setting it was fixed at, would allow the doors to roll open to reveal anywhere in the world, from grassy plains to a snowy mountain to a valley of dry, crumbling stones. Absolutely no expanses had been spared for the magical beasts housed by the school.

On memory, his feet led him to the largest and nearest of the beasts. The giant, woolly thing towered over him like a fur-covered hill. It peered at him with an eye as big as he was tall.

“Hey, big guy.” Hiccup reached up and pushed his hands into the fur of the trunk.

A deep rumble shook him to his shoulders. The trunk wrapped around Hiccup's middle, lifting him over the wide expanse of back and flopping him face-down into the shaggy, white pelt. The first time that happened, Hiccup had reacted the same way, except that time he’d been scared too stiff to do anything else so he’d just…laid there. While Gobber laughed.

(As he should have. Hiccup had literally grown up surrounded by dragon raids.

But that didn’t mean any of the dragons had ever grabbed him for cuddles.)

At least by then he knew that the best way off was to slide down the tail end. It landed him in a different pen, and a different group of snouts snuffed inquiringly at him. He made his way to other nearby pens, checking in on creatures that had yet to show even mild annoyance at his curious hands. Half of them prodded him into playing with them. One of them, a beast that looked like an orange painted ostrich with too-smart eyes, made him entertain her children while she took rest.

It was much later that Gobber found him, still curled up in their nest and reading to them.

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There was a strange, interesting thing that Hiccup discovered.

Not the secret passages—those he already knew existed. Of course they'd exist; in a castle that regularly changed its insides, it wouldn't make sense if they didn't. He'd gotten to trying to keep track of the changes in his spare time, writing it down whenever he came across one and followed it.

Sometimes this meant he'd spend an evening lost in the innards of the castle until a ghost or painting or cat happened upon him and shooed him towards human company.

No, the thing he'd found was that one of those passages led him to a thus far unexplored section of the library. The books in it were strange enough to make his “misbehaving” books look downright ordinary. He'd spent the past few evenings wandering between the shelves, notes-book in hand as he jotted down any titles he found interesting enough to request from the librarian during the day. Over his head hovered a ball of light he'd created and more or less forgotten about.

Nessi either rode on his shoulder or else scampered ahead to hunt down bugs to snack on. If he sat in a place for long enough, she'd climb onto his head and drape herself under the warm light.

The weight of her purred against his scalp as he read. He hummed with her, idly flipping through faded pages and mind far, far away…in a distant land across sea and time, where strange, leafy plants grew under moss-covered trees, and curious little creatures flitted in and out of sight.

One such creature peeked out at him from behind an ink-lined root. It was pale and shaped like a chubby mushroom, complete with a giant mushroom hat perched on its head, and two beady black eyes.

It tilted its head at him. Hiccup did too. It giggled, then clapped its hands over its mouth and shook its head, its mushroom hat jiggling wildly. Then it scurried off of the page.

Hiccup turned to the next page but didn’t find it there. Or in the one after that, or after that. He shrugged. The book went back to the shelf he’d found it in, and his notes-book returned to his bag. He stood and stretched, yawning hugely.

Behind him, someone giggled.

Hiccup yelped and whipped around—a bad move done by someone with no survival instincts. The bookshelf stood as impassive as ever.

But then…a bout of whispering rose up, followed by muffled laughter.

…It did not come from the shelf but through it. Someone was behind it.

But when he peeked through the gaps in the front row of books, all he saw were more books. So Hiccup started walking.

A few paces later and he began to see specks of light flicker out in-between the books.

He walked. The voice started up a soft humming, tuneless and melodic. Childish, almost. It guided him as he wandered through twisting, winding passages, the shelves beginning to feel less like they belonged to the orderly rows of a library and more like a maze.

From around a corner appeared a patch of bright, buttery light. Hiccup remembered to extinguish his own little light just before he turned it.

Cut into the shelf was a square hole, just big enough for someone his size to crawl through. Through it came the voice, clearer than ever.

Nessi hopped down from his shoulder and scuttled through. Hiccup got on the ground and followed her.

The scene inside made him pause.

A small, square room made of disorganized shelves lay before him, the shelves so tall they disappeared into the darkness above. In its heart, it held a glowing lantern and a young girl. The girl held her hands palm up to the air, and from them appeared spheres of coloured lights that bobbed and floated aimlessly overheard. They twinkled in her blonde hair, braided thick as her waist and so long it curled around her knees.

Her humming had grown into singing, soft and slurred enough that it could’ve held words or nonsense or both.

Nessi chirruped. The singing stopped. Large, darkly coloured eyes looked down and landed on Hiccup.

Hiccup gulped.

The girl blinked back. Then she caught sight of Nessi and her entire face lit with delight.

“Hello! Hello friend!” She whispered, hand held out to Nessi. Nessi ran over to sniff it. The girl looked back at Hiccup and directed that same smile at him. “And hello to you, too! My name is Rapunzel. What’s yours?”

“…My name is Hiccup.”

“Why?”

…Well. That was a new one. “…Viking tradition?”

“Really? Can you tell me about it? And what are you still doing over there? Come sit here with me.” Rapunzel patted the space next to her.

So Hiccup did. Up close, he saw more details. Like how her eyes were actually green, how she had a dash of paint on her nose, and slightly buck teeth. She still wore her school robes, lined with blue—Ravenclaw, then—and she’d taken off a pair of boots that lay in a heap next to her.

From out of her lap appeared a tiny, green creature with big, bulging eyes. It regarded Nessi, and Nessi regarded it back. Slowly, the two wandered closer and sniffed each other.

Rapunzel stroked her pet’s head. “This is Pascal. Pascal, this is Hiccup.”

He was almost sure that was intelligence he saw in the creature's eyes. While it regarded him, a memory surfaced in his head of an entirely different library, a muggle one. “…Isn't Pascal the name of a physicist?”

“It could be. I don’t know. I might’ve picked it up from a book and thought it sounded nice.” She spoke in an odd, lilting kind of way, like she was trying to sing even as she talked. “What are you doing here this Samhain evening?”

“Samhain?”

“It’s Wicca. A Wiccan holiday we celebrate here.” She clasped her hands together. “A day to pray to deceased loved ones. Everyone’s been talking about it all week. The professors were even including it in their lessons today—for fun, and to learn about it, you know? There’s this big bonfire going on outside and they had this really big feast in the Great Hall earlier.”

“Oh…”

This was news to him. The way she said it made it out to be a very obvious thing. Now that he thought about it, he did remember a few professors made references to it, but he’d just assumed it was about some other, far off holiday that he didn’t know or have to worry about. It wasn’t like he ever spoke to anyone to have heard about it from them—well, aside from Gobber. (And suddenly something he’d mentioned about being busy later in the day made more sense.)

Speaking of late— “I…I think I missed supper.” So that’s why Nessi had been so chipper and crawling all over him those past few hours. Hiccup thought about searching his pockets for the snacks he always had on him when Rapunzel beat him to it.

“Oh—oh oh oh! Hang on!” She dove for her bag, then started unloading a small mountain of items from it—how had any of that fit in there—before she gave a triumphant cry. She dropped whatever it was onto his lap.

“I took some things from the feast, since I thought I’d be here a while so might as well bring something to snack on, right? You can have it, or we can share—here, scoot over, there’s more—” Another one of the rough, yellow apples she’d given him fell into his hands. She brought out items wrapped in kerchiefs and arranged them around him, unwrapping them until they were surrounded by a stack of crumbly, sugary biscuits, at least three cheese-vegetable hand pastries, several pumpkin and sweet potato hand pastries, half as many oranges, two very deflated bread rolls, and a handful of dates.

Hiccup gaped at it. “That’s a lot of snack.”

“Oh, don’t worry. I know how to pack things very carefully and my bag is strong, I checked. Also I emptied it of other things earlier to make more room.” She pulled out a thermos and took a hearty swing. “And now we feast!”

She passed the thermos to Hiccup. He tasted lukewarm apple cider. “And now we feast,” he said, toasting in her direction.

The food had gone cold ages ago, but to Hiccup it was the best meal he’d had all day. He traded his cheese-vegetable pastry for a pumpkin one and passed it along to Rapunzel, who wordlessly accepted it. She munched on it as she flipped through a book.

“What’ve you been reading?”

“Poems.” Crumbs fell on the page. She carefully brushed them off. “Stories. In different languages. I’ve heard of some of them, but not all of them. I know I haven’t learnt most of them—I’ve barely learnt any languages. I should correct that someday. But…I can read these. I think…” She scanned the page, mouthing the words. “…I think this one is Latin…a song. Do you know? I’ve been making up songs. I’ve been doing it all night.”

Rapunzel murmured the words. The words slowly wove together, becoming a hum, which soon became a wordless tune. It was soft and feathery, light enough to almost be tinny. In the very same way he’d heard earlier.

The tune rose and dipped, repetitive and lulling. The shelves seemed to absorb it, kept the air inside warm and twinkling while Rapunzel swayed with the sound. With the rising crest she slowly stood, hands fluttering as her feet brushed forward, eyes closed as the song shaped into words.

“Ab origne … ab intra … ab intra disco omnes … abyssus abyssum invocat … ego adsum et specio … fieri sentio ergo amo … ut amare … ut vivere …”

The way she sang felt like wonder and hope. She spun and clapped, and laughed at him staring, and watching it was like living inside a dream…hazy and clear all at once. For just one moment, it was as if she glowed.

…Now, let us pull away from the scene. Far above the singing and lights, above the two revellers. High enough that the library laid sprawled out below.

Near the front, right where the shelves began stood a boy. Someone with bright, clever eyes, who had glee in his smile and mischief in his hands as he pulled out just the books he’d need for the fun he planned. There still lived a deep ache in him, one that would likely never go away, but the longer he stayed, the more he wished to find friends in others…the more he wished to bring them joy…

…In another part of the library hid a girl. Her hands clutched a tear-stained letter, some parts too blurry to read by then but still she read them, again and again and again, until it filled her with so much love it broke her heart. Because no matter what she said or told herself she did care and she did miss them, and knowing they did too made something within her want to heal…

A broken heart…

A promise of joy…

A song of dreams…

A purpose lost and found…

Four young souls spoke their truth. Each belonging to somewhere different, each holding different wants, fears, hopes, and dreams. They spoke on the night the veil between what is and what could be hung at its thinnest.

…The night listened.

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A/N:

- Latin Translation: “From the origin … from within … from within I learn all … deep calls unto deep … I am here and I behold … I feel it therefore I love … to love … to live …”

I'm still learning Latin, so sorry for any grammatical errors. ^^" (I'll give you 3 guesses why I've started learning Latin. Go on. Take a guess.) I might come back in the future and change the words to something more appropriate, after I've learnt more.

- To me, the song for this chapter has also become the song for this first fic of my series. This chapter marks the official mid-way point of Book 1. So as of now I have about 5 1/2 stories floating in my head. Over the past year I've thought up more and more content for them and they've grown bigger and bigger and now it feels like they are far bigger than what could possibly exist inside a person. This is...going to take a while, oof. I know that bit by bit, slowly but surely, all these stories will be written. But for now most of the physical evidence of this is in pages and pages of plot chickens hopping wildly inside the virtual chicken pen that is an unpublished draft in the wattpad app on my phone. So. This feels appropriate.

Wishing everyone a Happy Halloween! Stay safe and have fun!

#rotbtd #rise of the brave tangled dragons #the big four #the big 4 #how to train your dragon #tangled #rise of the guardians #Brave (2012)#hiccup httyd #rapunzel #jack frost #merida

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sivyera · 2 years

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Hiccup Haddock│Fluff alphabet

PAIRING: Hiccup 'Horrendous' Haddock the third x reader

WARNINGS: bad grammar

CONTAINS: fluff

SONG: Always Been You - Shawn Mendes

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A = Attractive. What they find attractive on their s/o?

You eyes. Hiccup finds attractive. Don't get me wrong, Hiccup finds your whole body and face attractive, but your eyes are his favourite. You can communicate with each other through the eyes. He loves when you do something you love, then he can see little stars in your eyes and that's just so incredible for him. It's incomprehensible for him how you can make him happy with just one look.

B = Beauty. What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

Like I already said, Hiccup finds everything about you attractive but he admires your passion. When he finds out you have the same passion for dragons like him, he was surprised but so happy. You have passion for everything you love and he loves seeing you while you do something you love. Sometimes he wants to join you when you doing something you love, get to know you more and see your concentrated expression while you teach him it.

C = Cuddle. How they cuddle with they s/o?

D = Dates. What are dates with them like?

Dates are mostly simple but cute. Like little picnic by the river, stargazing, helping him in the workshop making saddles and other things for dragon riders or just go on a walk around whole Berk. Picnics are when he feels extra romantic or on valentines. Stargazing is the thing you do most often together. When one of you can't sleep, you mostly go on a roof and just stare at the starts; look for constellations. And after a few minutes the other comes to you because neither one of you can't sleep without the other. Helping him in the workshop is mostly when you see that he is extremely tired; which he really appreciate. And going on a walk around the whole Berk is when you have so much things to talk about. Toothless would probably join you.

E = Everything. You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world…)

'You are my world'

F = Feelings. When did they know they were falling in love?

Look Hiccup really didn't have friends before Toothless so when you start talking to him and be friends with him, he knew it wouldn't take long to fall in love with you. But he really didn't want to ruin his new build up friendship so he waited a couple of months. But after couple of months he realized he loves you to the moon and back.

G = Gentle. Are they gentle with their s/o?

You wouldn't find more gentle boy than Hiccup. Sometimes he act like you are made of glass. He always gently holds your hand or softly stroke your head. Soft kisses on side of your head or on your cheek. Gently grab you by the waist and pull you closer to him. Slowly stroke your back up and down while cuddling.

H = Honesty. Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

He doesn't hide from you anything. And he is honest with you too. If he doesn't like something he will say it in as soft was as he can. But he really was alone before you and Toothless so he was really glad when he find someone like you; who he can trust and talk about everything.

I = Impression. First impression/s?

He was in awe and he couldn't believe it. Someone actually talked to him (who wasn't his father or Gobber) and liked spending time with him. I can't say how much happy he was and I'm not gonna lie - at first he thought it's some kind of prank or joke, but when you prove him that you actually want and like talk to him, you had him. He was also really flustered around you.

J = Jealousy. Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

Hiccup gets jealous pretty easily but he is really good at hiding it. He just frowned and stare for a while at the person who is flirting with you. But sometimes when he had enough he come to you, grab your waist and drag you away from the person. And when he feels extra jealous he kiss you in front of the person while making eye contact with them, to tell them that you're taken.

K = Kiss. How do they kiss their s/o?

Slow, passionate, sweet kisses. The type of kisses which steal your breath away. He doesn't have any experience with kissing or dating, you taught him everything. You were his first kiss and his first love. You both teach each other lots of things in your relationship.

L = Love Confession. How would they confess to their s/o?

Hiccup would be very nervous when he decided to tell you his feelings for you. He would come to you with three or four flowers (he probably come with sunflowers) and start mumbling, stuttering you know and being little awkward. He practise his love confession on Toothless. But after a few interrupting himself he finally tell you.

M = Marriage. Do they want to get married? How do they propose?

Yes, he wants to marry you. He would propose you after a war with Drago, because he realized how easy he could lose you. And he can't lose you, so he wants to make sure you are 'really' his, because you never know what can happened.

N = Nicknames. What do they call their s/o?

'My love, m'lady, ma'am' These mostly often. But sometimes when you two joke around, he call you 'sunshine, honey, sweetheart'

O = On Cloud Nine. What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others?

It is obvious for others because he is more protective than usual. Hiccup really protect those he love and he loves you more than anything, so he would be really protective. I can say he is overprotective. But he is just really scared of that he will lose you. First he didn't have a mother, than he had a whole family for a few hours and than he lost his father, so don't blame him.

P = PDA. Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others?

He is somewhere in the middle. He would kiss you, hug you, put his arm around your waist/shoulder but that's everything. Some of your parts are only for his eyes. And your intimity isn't for anyone else, just for you two.

Q = Quirk. Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

He can calm you down. He have some kind of comfort/kind aura that always calms you down. But when you are overwhelmed with things he will be right next to you in seconds. He'd pull you into his lap, put his hands on your cheeks and kiss you. Then you would buried your face into his chest and listen his heart beat. He would stroke you back and start talking about his day so you can listen to him and not thinking about the things that bother you.

R = Romance. How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

Hiccup is actually pretty romantic. He is creative, so he always come up with something new. His ideas and trips are always amazing. He is really talented on drawing and sketching, he's secretly drawing you, so he can have your portrait when he's away.

S = Support. Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

You are his other half, of course he believes in you! He see how strong you are, both mentally and physically. You both encourage each other without even knowing it. You two are a powerful couple and you are both teaching each other to new things, which is always good.

T = Talking. What do they like to talk about?

You, Toothless and new islands. With you he loves exploring and finding new islands, he likes to talk about them; like which dragon he would find there. With Toothless he loves talking about you, even he knows Toothless won't answer him, but he always make some annoyed or agreement sound.

U = Understanding. How good do they know their partner?

Like I said before, you both are teaching each other many things without knowing it. So yes, he knows you pretty well. He loves learning new things about you, like you love learning new things about him. I can say you two look like old married couple. Both of you know everything about each other and still love each other, even for the smallest or weirdest things.

V = Value. How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

You are not just his love, you are the person he wants to spend the rest of his life with you. So yours relationship is the most important thing for him. You relationship is strong and healthy which means there is nothing what you two can't handle together.

W = Wild Card. A random Fluff Headcanon.

Hiccup loves exploring and finding new islands/places. And he loves doing it wit you. Because you can spend whole day (sometimes few days) together. Most important you are in privacy. He can talk or do with you whatever and whenever he want without interruption by someone. When you two finds a new island, he pull you into his lap while he is putting it in his map. You always watch sunsets together - on new islands/places.

X = Xylophone. What’s song describe your relationship?

Ho Hey - The Lumineers

'I belong with you, you belong with me. You're my sweetheart' -The Lumineers

Y = Yearning. How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

He have your portrait still by him, he hides it in his suit so whenever he miss you he looked at it and feels better. But none art can replace you. He is less happy when he misses you. But after seeing you again he gets really clingy.

Z = Zebra. If they wanted a pet, what would they get?

A dog or a wolf. I don't know if there is any dogs or wolfs but if is, then he would want one of them.

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Happy as a King

H in the Alphabet Challenge

Title by creativepromptsforwriting

Rated: teen

Warnings: none

Pairings: Hiccup/Viggo

Word Count: 2,954

Summary: Hiccup is living perfectly happy as the king of his land. His only problem is that the Yuletide festivities are starting and he can't think of a gift to give to Viggo, his husband. Unbeknownst to him, Viggo is having the same problem about what gift to give him.

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Hiccup lay sprawled on his giant bed, watching Viggo dress for the day. A lazy smile lit his face.

"What is it, Your Majesty?" Viggo asked, pausing in his dressing.

"Just admiring the view," Hiccup told him. He himself was still naked from their lovemaking. He needed to clean up a bit before he dressed, and he really should be doing that, as it was his day to sit in his throne and listen to the complaints and problems of the townspeople, but he just liked watching Viggo.

"You're going to get cold," Viggo said with a smile.

Hiccup knew that was true. It was winter, the day before the Yuletide festivities, and despite the fireplace in his bedroom, chill had worked its way into the castle. Snow covered the roof and the ramparts and the ground.

Hiccup loved Yuletide - not just for the fact that people gave gifts to each other, but also because of what he could do for his people. Hiccup would throw a big feast like he had the two years before, invite townspeople in off the streets, and give them warmth and clothes and good food. He would then let those people stay in the castle till they had the ability to get back on their feet again. The people loved it, and so he loved it.

Hiccup rose from the bed, pet his cat Toothless on the head, and then went to clean up and dress for the day. As he did, he worried over the big thing that was bothering him. As a king, he could have a million things bothering him: relations with other countries, production of goods, the well being of his armies, but no, that was not what was on Hiccup's mind. Hiccup couldn't think of a gift to give Viggo. The festivities would last a few days, so he didn't have to give a gift by tomorrow, but he knew he was late in finding one.

I'll talk to my dad and Gobber, Hiccup decided as he dressed.

His dad was alive and well. He'd simply retired from his kingship and given the crown over to Hiccup. Stoick knew how hard it was to rule after the death of a family member, and so he'd wanted to be around for the beginning of Hiccup's rule to make it easier. Hiccup was glad for that.

And Gobber was the town's best blacksmith. He and Hiccup had been friends for a long time, and he'd taught Hiccup a thing or two about blacksmithing and crafting. Maybe Hiccup could make Viggo something? It was an idea, but what if he didn't have time?

"You look troubled," Viggo pointed out once Hiccup was done dressing and they were leaving the apartments together. Viggo was Hiccup's husband, bodyguard, and advisor. He had a lot of duties, but he fulfilled them all well. He was good at what he did for Hiccup and his country.

"Troubled? Me?" Hiccup asked. "Pfft, no."

Viggo gave him an 'are you kidding me?' look. After being married to Hiccup for some years now, he'd gotten very good at reading him.

"Okay, yes, just a bit," Hiccup responded. "But it's something I have to work out on my own."

"You know, as your advisor, I can aid in-"

"On my own, Viggo," Hiccup interrupted.

Viggo looked slightly offended, but dropped the matter. "Fine, alright."

His tone made Hiccup wonder if he should apologize, but he was so busy thinking about it, that he didn't have time to do it.

They entered the throne room to find a bustle of people. It was always busy like this one audience days. Forgetting about the apology, and the gift for the moment, Hiccup strode over to his throne and took his seat. He straightened his crown on his head as Viggo sat beside him.

And then the day truly began.

---

Hiccup was exhausted after listening to so many problems, but he wanted to speak with his father. He'd told Viggo that it was alright if he dined without him, and left to talk to the former king. He didn't need a bodyguard 24 hours a day, not like when Dagur had sent an assassin after him and everyone had gotten over protective. So he walked the halls on his own, and came to his father's chambers.

"Dad, are you in here?" Hiccup asked, pushing open the door. The guard at the door made it seem like he was in there. Hiccup hoped he wouldn't have to go on a wild goose chase to find him.

"Yes, come in, Hiccup!" His dad's voice came from his living room. Hiccup entered, found him sitting and reading by the fire. Hiccup stood before it and warmed his hands.

"What is it, son?" Stoick asked.

"Well, uh, it's kind of silly," Hiccup said.

"Oh?"

Hiccup sighed and turned to his father, clasping his hands in front of him. "I don't know what to get Viggo for a Yuletide gift," he explained.

Stoick chuckled. "That's what's been bothering you these past few days?"

"Wait, it was that obvious?"

"Hiccup, you're an open book," Stoick said, standing. He put his hands on his shoulders. "Just do it from the heart."

"Yeah, but my heart doesn't know," Hiccup complained. "I feel like I got him good gifts the past few years, but now I'm stuck."

"Well, why don't you make him something?" Stoick asked.

"Like what?"

"What would a knight need over anything else?"

"A sword!" Hiccup exclaimed.

Stoick smiled. "And I'm sure you know how to make one, right?"

Hiccup nodded. "And with Gobber's help, it'll turn out excellent!" He felt lighter than he had when he'd entered the room, drifting on ideas. The sword would be beautiful, with jewels in the hilt and pommel. But what kind of jewels? Ah, he'd work it out with Gobber.

"Thank you, dad," Hiccup said with a smile. "I'll go see Gobber!"

Hiccup was in such a rush to get out there and get to the blacksmith that he almost didn't say goodbye.

---

Viggo was actually glad that Hiccup had left him alone for dinner. He wasn't truly alone. He'd invited Hiccup's friends to dine with him. He had a question to ask them.

"So, what's this secret meeting all about?" Ruffnut asked, leaning forward. "You and Hiccup having trouble in paradise?"

"What?" Viggo was astounded that Ruffnut would think that. "No! I just don't know what to get him for Yuletide!"

There were many "oh's" around the room.

"Well, you're married to him," Heather said. "So you must know what he likes."

"I do, but how am I supposed to bestow a gift to a king who has everything?" Viggo asked.

Astrid and Fishlegs looked thoughtful. Snotlout looked like he wasn't paying attention. Tuffnut was thoughtful too, but the smile on his face showed that it was mischievous thoughts inside that head.

"I mean, he likes reading," Astrid pointed out. "A lot."

"A book?" Snotlout asked. "Pfft! Boring!"

Viggo rolled his eyes at the young noble. Of course he would find a book boring. Hiccup most likely wouldn't though. Maybe Astrid was onto something.

"Maybe a book on other lands?" Fishlegs asked. "I mean, knowing their cultures and customs would make sense."

"But that would look like I was thinking about him as king more than my lover," Viggo pointed out.

"Then get him multiple books," Heather said.

"Yeah! Get him one on different torture methods!" Tuffnut cried.

Viggo looked at Tuffnut oddly. "Do you ever have good ideas?" he asked him, completely serious.

Tuffnut looked hurt, but brushed it off easily. "Sometimes," he answered. "Most of the time."

"Poetry?" Fishlegs asked. "He told me he's been getting into that recently."

Well, that was something Viggo hadn't known. A poetry book would look good then. Hiccup would be happy with that. And maybe he'd consider the book on other lands.

"Alright. Poetry it is." Viggo just hoped his gift to Hiccup wouldn't be outshined by Hiccup's gift to him.

---

Hiccup had to be at the feast the next day despite how tired he was. He'd stayed up half the night working with Gobber on the sword for Viggo, and was only now crawling into bed next to his husband. Viggo didn't always sleep much, and he slept lightly, so he noticed when Hiccup got into bed.

"Busy with something, my dear?" he asked, his voice a sleepy rumble. He put an arm over him.

"Very busy," Hiccup responded. He closed his eyes, could already feel himself drifting off. Viggo's arm felt good around him, just like it always did.

"Well, I hope it's worth it, whatever it was," Viggo told him, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

Hiccup hummed quietly, and then fell into sleep.

---

Hiccup kept yawning at the feast the next day. He would cover it behind his hand, as was polite, but he feared that the guests were noticing. His friends certainly were.

"Hiccup, why are you so tired?" Astrid asked.

Hiccup and his friends were all sharing a banquet table together. It was loud in the hall, with music playing and the smell of food wafting around: the sounds and smells of Yuletide. Sun shone through the windows, refracting off of icicles that hung from the eaves. It had snowed the night before, and Hiccup had made sure the courtyard had been cleared of it before the feast began. He even helped with some of that work, though it wasn't really befitting of a king. It made him happy to work alongside his people.

"Stayed up late doing something last night," Hiccup responded.

"Doing him, you mean?" Tuffnut asked, pointing at Viggo with his fork.

Viggo looked aghast, but Hiccup just laughed and shook his head, used to these jokes from his friends.

"No, no. I was busy."

"And you won't tell us what you were busy with?" Snotlout asked. "Suspicious."

"Guys, maybe I was working on Viggo's gift, alright?" Hiccup didn't want his friends to think that he was keeping secrets from them.

Viggo looked at him oddly, then excused himself and rose from the table. Hiccup gently took his wrist to try to get him to stay, not understanding what was going on, but Viggo gave him a charming smile, patted his hand, and then left the banquet hall.

"I knew there was trouble in paradise!" Ruffnut exclaimed.

Hiccup made a face at her. "What?"

"Ruffnut are you really rooting for Viggo and Hiccup to be having problems?" Fishlegs asked worriedly.

"Fine. No. I'm not. Drama's just interesting."

Hiccup looked back towards the way Viggo had gone. He was acting strange.

"I'm going to go talk to him," Hiccup said, rising. "I promise I won't miss the dancing."

His friends nodded, and then Hiccup headed out of the banquet hall. He found Viggo standing at a window not too far from the door. His shoulders were hunched in, as if he was feeling bad about something.

Hiccup approached silently. Viggo didn't react when he came and stood next to him at the window, but Hiccup knew that he knew he was there. A chill came in through the paned glass, and Hiccup shivered, wrapping his cape around himself.

"What's the matter?" Hiccup asked gently.

Viggo sighed, looked at him in a way that was so endearing, but also sad.

"My gifts seem so... pale in comparison to yours," Viggo told him. "You were up half the night making me something. And, well-" he shrugged- "I just went to a bookshop."

"Viggo, the gifts don't matter to me," Hiccup said. Then, he was wondering if he'd misconstrued himself. "I mean, they're nice - don't get me wrong - but that's not what's important to me." He took Viggo's hand, turning to face him completely. "You're what's important to me, as my advisor and my husband."

Viggo gave a small smile. "And as your bodyguard too, I would hope."

It was Hiccup's turn to smile. "Of course. Now come back to the banquet. I wouldn't want to dance without a partner."

Viggo bowed his head, a little twinkle in his dark eyes. "Yes, Your Majesty."

Then he was taking Hiccup's hand, and together they went back into the banquet hall. Hopefully, Viggo's misgivings had been assuaged.

---

Hiccup put Viggo's gift into a wooden box lined in velvet. He couldn't present his gift to him in just any plain old box. The sword was heavy, and so he had to carry the box with two hands held out in front of him. Of course, servants and knights offered to help, but Hiccup wanted to do this on his own. He slipped in a patch of ice in the courtyard and nearly dropped it, but a knight helped him right himself and opened the great doors to the castle for him.

Hiccup was proud of his craftsmanship with this piece. The style was very much something Viggo would enjoy. Hiccup didn't mind that Viggo saw his gifts as lesser: he still couldn't wait to receive them; because, bought or not, he'd still put thought into it.

The doors of Hiccup's chambers were opened for him by the guards, and he went into the living room to place down the box. This was the day after the banquet, and Hiccup had gone to get the gift after he and Viggo departed that morning.

Viggo didn't seem to be in the main living room, so Hiccup went in search of him.

"Viggo!" he called out.

He found him in the bedchamber, pacing.

Hiccup sighed. "Are you still upset about the gifts?" he asked.

Viggo looked up when he saw Hiccup. He came over and brushed some snow from his cloak. Toothless instantly jumped at the flakes with a trilling noise. Hiccup and Viggo laughed in delight.

"Yes," Viggo admitted, taking Hiccup by the shoulders. He looked past the bedchamber and into the living room, saw the box sitting on the table. "And I suppose that this is your gift to me?"

Hiccup nodded, smiling. He couldn't wait for Viggo to see it. He took his hand. "Come on."

"Wait, wait. Let me give you mine first," Viggo said. "I don't want to seem, well, disappointing after the fact."

"Viggo, you could never disappoint me." It was the first time Hiccup had said it, but he meant it honestly. He took Viggo by the jaw, pressed a gentle kiss to his lips.

Viggo smiled, though he still looked a little nervous. "Well, alright."

He went over to the bed, knelt down, and pulled out a few books from underneath.

"This whole time, it was just sitting under the bed?" Hiccup asked.

"I couldn't think of a better spot on such short notice." Viggo rose, came over, and handed the books to Hiccup. "I hope these aren't titles you've read before."

Hiccup looked at the books in excitement. He loved receiving books! How was this a disappointing gift?

Viggo had done in a good job in picking, it looked like. Hiccup hadn't read any of these titles before, and when he opened three of them, he was happy to discover that they were books of epics and poetry.

"How did you know I like poetry?" Hiccup asked, flipping through the pages. "It's only a recent liking."

"Fishlegs told me," Viggo replied.

Hiccup looked at the fourth book. It appeared to be about the customs and cultures of the countries bordering his own. He admitted he hadn't paid good attention to that during his studies, so he was grateful for such a book. There were maps inside as well. Hiccup appreciated a good map, having made a few himself - they took lots of diligent work.

"Viggo, thank you," Hiccup said, genuinely meaning it. He went and set the books on the bed, then stood on his toes to reach over Viggo's shoulders and embrace him. He wanted him to feel loved. "I love them."

"Even the political one?"

"Yes. Even that one." Hiccup pulled away and took Viggo by the hand. He was so excited that he would have jumped up and down if he could have. (His prosthetic prevented such a movement.) He pulled Viggo into the living room and sat him down in front of the box.

Viggo ran his hands over the decorative front, still seeming nervous.

"Go ahead," Hiccup said. "Open it."

Viggo drew in a deep breath, then lifted the lid off the box. He gasped a little at what was inside. The sword was big, built for someone his size and stature. Designs were etched into the hilt, and rubies gleamed from it. Viggo gingerly took the sword in two hands, then stood, and Hiccup backed away so he could test it out. He gave it a swing, then another, then held it up, looked at it closely.

"It's perfectly balanced," Viggo commented. "You made this?"

"With help, but yeah," Hiccup said.

"It's beautiful, Hiccup," Viggo told him, smiling widely. He very carefully set the sword back in the box. He took him by his upper arms. "Thank you." He looked away, licked his lips. "I just can't help feeling that my gifts are inadequate compared to such beauty."

"Viggo, look at me." It was an order, and Viggo must have heard it in Hiccup's voice, because he did so. Hiccup took him by the chin, beard rubbing against his thumb. "You have made me the happiest king in the world just by being with me. Alright? You're the only gift I need."

Viggo gave a very serious nod, then leaned forward. His lips were barely an inch from Hiccup's.

"You promise?" he asked.

"I promise."

They kissed as snow began to fall outside.

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