#how to train you dragon | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

a-world-of-whimsy-5 · 1 year

Note

Hello author, could you make Nuada with a female reader who is a dragon leader, she resembles like a mix of Hiccup and Valka from httyd, she also has a fire sword, dragon armor and staff, she is kind and compassionate to dragons, can tame and earn the trust of any dragon, she has 3 main dragons: Stormcutter, Triple Strike, Song of Death and the baby Deathgripper she recently rescued, she lives in a hidden place with the dragons she rescued. It took her a while to start trusting Nuada and the others. All the dragons obey her, so when a screaming death attacks the base, she calmly talks to the dragon and tames it. She takes Nuada with her on missions to free dragons from hunters, but her dragons are not friendly to Nuada (they don't trust him, but after Nuada saves y/n from a hunter's weapon, he deserves their trust and respect, but the dragons can growl at him and the little deathgripper tries to burn his clothes with acid, which Red laughs at), but are friendly to the others. One shot, if you don't mind. I apologize if I send you this request a second time

Ask and you shall receive!

I changed things around a little bit. I hope you don't mind.

Paring : Nuada x Fem. Reader (Elf / Dragon Keeper)

Themes: Enemies to friends | Slow burn | Soft/Fluff | Fights in the begining, and at the end.

Summary : Waking up in caves is never a good idea, until Nuada wakes up in one, one that leads him to a world he never knew existed.

Word count : 3.5K words

Nuada awoke in the dark. He fumbled for his spear, trying to make sense of where he was.

All he knew was the darkness, the cold, and the lingering dampness that clung to the air. The ground beneath his feet was rocky and uneven. He was in a cave, a dark and gloomy one at that. Nuada had stumbled here and collapsed after his duel with Anung Un Rama to recuperate from his many injuries. He must have passed out, he realized, but he was alive. And if he was alive, then that meant his twin was alive.

He reached through his link, searching for some sign. Nuala was alive, and she seemed happy. Very happy, if the feelings he picked up were true. The sheer relief was enough to push him back onto his feet and grab his spear. He needed to get out of there and figure out what to do next.

He had no idea how far he had stumbled or where the entrance was. The cave seemed to flow on and on, a veritable tunnel of darkness and cold air. There was nothing here. No warmth, no light, no signs of life. At least this tunnel was empty, thank the gods. Nuada still felt weak and was in no mood for more fighting. At least, not for a while.

He walked and walked, ignoring his discomfort, his ears alert to any sound or movement. He stretched out a cautious hand, feeling the walls, his nose sniffing, hoping for something. Anything. Any sign that he was on the right track, on his way out, and to freedom. In the end, Nuada heard nothing. And he thought he was trapped in this dark prison for the rest of his days. He did not like that prospect at all.

And that was when he heard it, a faint and distant shriek. It felt shrill and powerful, like it came from some formidable beast. A beast of any kind meant there was an exit somewhere, and he was determined to find out. Nuada walked on, tightening his grip on his spear.

The tunnel dragged on, but the sound grew louder. No, not just a sound; there were many sounds. He heard wings flapping, strange creatures snarling at each other, of waterfalls.

Waterfalls? He thought. In so deep a cave?

Curiosity overtook all else, and Nuada was determined to see where he was and what dwelt within. He went on, sighing in relief when the presence of fresh air grew strong. He was nearing an exit of some sort, and perhaps, he would find the answers he was seeking. He was so preoccupied with his quest that he was completely unaware he was being followed. At least, that is what you thought.

While his back was turned, you sneaked up on him, your hands reaching for your weapons. They sliced through the air in silence, ready to strike, and then—

The intruder turned and neatly blocked your attack with a spear.

Nuada was stuck between shock and confusion. There was someone else here? Living in these caves with whatever beasts dwelled within? "Who are you?" He demanded.

You didn’t answer and only responded with another charge, another attack. Nuada was prepared, blocking your every attempt, but his body weakened. It hurt to move. It hurt to even breathe. He started to slow down and you took advantage of it, pressing your attack even more. Nuada was growing weary, and needed to end this battle before he collapsed again. When you charged, he deflected your blow and brought his spear down on your weapons, knocking them out of your hands. He moved again, bringing the pole to your knees and knocking you onto your back. Before you could even stand up, the tip of his spear was right between your eyes. "Enough!" He rasped as black spots danced before his eyes. "Who are you?"

Before you could give an answer, before you could even think, Nuada dropped his weapon and collapsed, groaning as the world went black again.

✵

When Nuada awoke a second time, he found himself resting inside an airy tent. One filled with light and soft pelts and colorful cushions. His body throbbed, and his head swam. When he looked down, he found clean dressings over his wounds.

"Aha! The intruder comes back from the dead."

Nuada’s head spun as he sat up. "Here." A warm bowl was pressed into his hands. "Your stomach was growling the entire time while you slept."

"I would hardly consider falling unconscious as sleeping, but I thank you all the same." He lifted the bowl to his nose and sniffed, hoping and praying he was smelling vegetable stew and not anything else.

"Carrots and potatoes," You rolled your eyes and chuckled, tossing a chunk of bread that he caught cleanly with one hand. "And a bit of mutton. Don’t worry, I didn’t poison it. If I wanted you dead, I would have just chucked you over a waterfall."

"I thank you for your consideration," Nuada muttered as he studied you. You had to be els, or at least part elf. You had donned wearing strange armour, and your shield was all blues, reds, and yellows. Your helm, now perched on a pole, had strange horns sticking out, all painted in blue. Who were you, and how did you come to be here? "I am Nuada Silverlance of the Bethmooran clan, and--"

You gasped as your hands flew to your mouth. Without another word you made your way to his weapon and picked it up, your eyes filling with reverence. "Bethmooran iron," you breathed. "As I live and breathe. And you’re Prince Nuada?"

"Aye," Nuada said between mouthfuls of stew and bread.

"And your father is King Balor? The King Balor?" You kept the spear to the side and leaned in to hear more. "Is he still alive?"

Nuada was overcome with remorse for the pain he caused his father. "He is," he said truthfully. "Though he no longer considers me his son."

"What? Why?"

"Because I tried to go against him, tried to awaken the Golden Army. He sent a champion after me to stop me from finding the last piece of the key. We fought. And I- I was defeated."

Your eyes gave nothing away. "Hence the injuries?"

"Hence the injuries."

You hummed and pursed your lips, sat up straight, your legs crossing over each other as you studied him with wary eyes. Nuada ignored you and went on eating, his hunger greater than he realized. The stew was delicious, the bread soft and fresh. That still didn’t explain why you were here, what those beasts were. "Where am I?" he asked, as he mopped up the remnants of stew with the last piece of bread. "Who are you? And what were those sounds I heard?"

You sighed but decide to introduce yourself. You were within the safety of your home after all, and had nothing to fear. And should the prince try anything, he would find you had many means of defending herself.

"I am y/n. I moved to these caves during the great war against the mortals."

Nuada nodded, his ears twitching when he picked up the noise of large wings in the air. "I heard some elves went into hiding and kept themselves apart from all the others. But what is this place? And what are those beasts out there?"

You pushed yourself up onto your feet and made your way to the entrance. "This place has no name," you said as you pulled back the flaps. "If it did, the memory of it died long before I was even born. As for those beasts you heard--"

Nuada craned his neck and only saw lush trees, sprawling meadows, a strange but gentle light, and waterfalls in the distance. He looked again, trying to see what you saw. Nuada nearly gave up when a shadow flitted over the tent before settling in front of the entrance. He gaped at the sight before him.

"Dragons? Here? Alive?"

You grinned when the dragon strained its neck to get a better look at Nuada. "Aye. Dragons. Alive. And in hiding. "Come," you said as you walked out without looking back. "I’ll introduce you to them.”

✵

You proved to be a hospitable host, the kind that was polite and generous but kept their distance. The prince going against the king and trying to awaken the Golden Army made you suspicious of him. The dragons living in the sanctuary seemed to share your feelings and avoided him, growling and snarling at him if he got too close. Nuada sighed and kept a respectful distance.

He met the dragons that had actually bonded with you. There was a magnificent ruby red Storm-Cutter named Crimson, a Triple Strike called Lash, and a gorgeous Deathsong aptly named Siren.

They didn’t try to kill him, oh no. They treated Nuada with great indifference, which he supposed was better than being eaten or burned to cinders. Still, it stung to know that they did not trust him and that they did not trust him because you did not trust him. And you did not trust him because he admitted going against his father in an attempt to awaken the Golden Army. Elves from that age knew of the horrors of that terrible war and the blood that stained the blades of the mechanical warriors. Anyone would be suspicious of him, so he made himself useful, helping her with whatever you needed to get you to trust him.

It did not work, so he turned to his sister, asking her for aid. Even through the link, he could feel her rolling her eyes as she advised him.

One of those was jokes, so he tried to lighten the mood as Anung Un Rama would.

It didn’t work.

He was then instructed to try to be as witty as Abe Sapien.

That didn’t work, either. You merely shrugged and carried on with your work. Frustrated, Nuada thanked his sister, thinking he could figure things out on his way. He kept his head down, kept trying, hoping he’d have some luck someday.

The days melted into each other, and he lost track of time. He had settled into a comfortable routine, sometimes stopping to watch as you went about you day, doing your own work and keeping watch over the dragons. They obeyed you without question and hung onto you every word. There was deep love there, he could tell. And It honestly shocked him. Dragons never took to anyone, and no one took to them. At one time, elves hunted them during their coming-of-age ceremonies as a rite of passage. Nuada had only heard of dragons, as they had disappeared by the time he was born. He now realized they had not disappeared but had merely gone into hiding. This underground system in which they all lived was certainly big enough.

"What do they eat?" He asked one morning.

You pointed to the river. "Fish," you said, your hand then turning to the forests. "Game. They don’t eat much. One good meal a day can them going for weeks."

Nuada nodded and took in his surroundings again. "And that light?"

Even you had no clue, and you shrugged. "I’m not sure myself. It only lights up during the day and goes off at night. Perhaps stray sunlight is hitting some residue?"

Nuada could bring Anung Un Rama and Abe here if he could make peace with them. They would be able to figure it out. He shook his head and chuckled to himself. Anung Un Rama might only succeed in getting them all set on fire; his companion Liz would not be amused, and Nuala would howl at him for weeks. No, he decided, he would only bring Abe.

And the days went on, with you and Nuada slowly falling into a comfortable pattern. There wasn’t complete trust, not yet, but he felt the two of you were getting there. He showed you how to improve your fighting, and you taught him how to befriend dragons you had rescued, save for one that is.

And that was a Screaming Death that had flown to the sanctuary, looking for prey. You had to use your flaming sword to distract it and calm it. It was ornery and given to sulking, and Nuada had missed its attack, how you subdued it. Its favourite pass-time was to try and hit Nuada with fireballs.

“Tell me how to tame that thing,” He muttered over breakfast.

“Not yet,” you said back.

The lack of trust stung, but Nuada was patient.

You did, however, tried to teach him to calm a young Death Gripper named Sting. Nuada got close enough to touch its snout. It responded by going after him with its stinger and nearly burning a hole through his boot with its acid.

You had been content to watch the chaos unfold before your eyes before doubling up in laughter.

After having freed himself, Nuada came over and huffed, "Enjoying my suffering, yes?"

You answered in fits and starts. "W-well c-can y-you b-blame m-me?"

And you hooted when the Death Gripper came for a second round, and he shooed it away. "One of these days," Nuada mumbled, his eyes narrowing to thin lines. "I’ll get you back. Mark my words."

"Y-yes, b-but n-not tod--"

You collapsed onto your side, holding on to your tummy, as the Death Gripper appeared out of nowhere and ran into Nuada’s knees, making him fall onto his back with a loud oof. It should have been mortifying that a prince of his station could be treated in such a way, but he managed to see the funny side. He sat up and rewarded you with a giggle that finally turned into laughter.

"Come on," you groaned, your sides hurting like hell. "I’m off to see if any dragons need to be rescued, and you are going to help me."

✵

The flight was exhilarating.

Nuada finally understood what true freedom was. He understood what it felt to be like an eagle, soaring above the world with nothing to hold him back Crimson was the most experienced at handling riders, and the boldest of the dragons. He’d rise and dive with the waves, take sharp turns around cliffs, never missing a beat.

You looked back, grinning at Nuada’s expression. “Enjoying yourself?”

His eyes had been filled with awe and wonder. “This is amazing!”

“You haven’t seen anything yet!” You tapped Crimson on the side, three gentle knocks to his neck. The dragon understood the signal and flew, going higher and higher, not stopping until he was flying between the clouds. “Look,” you said, pointing to what was all around him.

Nuada’s breath caught at the sight. Miles upon miles of bright blue sky, nothing around but the clouds all around them and the ocean beneath them. “You know, I’m glad I stumbled into those caves!”

You were glad too, though you wouldn’t tell it, not yet. Caring for the dragons was a fulfilling duty, a duty you enjoyed, but you had been lonely, with no one for company. Nuada had changed that with his arrival. “Good!” You yelled as you leaned forward, another signal for Crimson. “But you’ll need to hold on for now!”

“What?”

“I said, hold on!”

Nuada screamed, actually screamed, as he grabbed on to you when Crimson dived. The wind and cold were like tiny daggers, the drop terrifying, but he didn’t care. This was unlike anything he had ever experienced, and he’d cherish it for the rest of his days.

When the water grew closer, when the sting of salt grew stronger, Crimson leveled out, jolting the both of you. Nuada couldn’t help but cry, “We need to do that again!”

When you looked back, Nuada rewarded you with a smile that made him glow from within. “We should,” you turn back, pleased as punch. “We definitely should.”

✵

It was an abandoned farm you flew to. Crimson had been on alert, sniffing the air for the presence of any dragons. When he finally caught a scent, he dipped as silently as possible.

Nuada could still feel his heart thumping. “A moment, if you please,” he mumbled. His legs had been unsteady and he needed a second to compose himself. “Right.” He coughed and straightened himself, much to your amusement. “Let’s go rescue this dragon.”

Crimson pointed to the barn. A dragon had been hiding there, he was sure of it.

There was something in the air though, that put Nuada on edge. “Something’s wrong. I can smell it.”

That stopped you in your tracks. “What is it?”

“Those other rescues, you said they were difficult, yes?”

“Yes. Dragons hide in places no one has heard of or even seen. Why?”

“A large barn,” He gestured to the ramshackle structure. “By an abandoned farm, in a well-used patch of country” He pulled out his spear, his entire body going taut like a bow-string. “It’s too good to be true.”

“You think it’s a trap?” This put you on edge. The elven rites of passages may have disappeared, but hunters still roamed the country, looking for live dragons they could kill for their hide, for their bones. There was magic in those parts, and spell-workers paid handsomely for bones and scales.

It was something Nuada would have done if he was a hunter trying to lure a dragon. “I know it is.”

The two of you inched closer and closer, weapons drawn, attention at full alert. Crimson followed, in case you needed help.

It was nerve wracking, creeping towards the barn in inch by painfully slow inch. The barn creaked and groaned, as if in warning. Still, this needed to be done.

Nuada went in first, pushed the door, spear at the ready as it swung inside.

The air was cold here, and so very still. Nuada was right, this was starting to smell of a trap. “Crimson,” you turned to your dragon, to order them to fly away. “Go ho--”

Your order died on your tongue as Nuada pushed you back and blocked a club that was aimed right at you. A hunter stood before him, clad in inky black armour, their face covered save for the eyes.

A hunter, here, hiding in this very barn. Your skin flushed with fear, your heartbeat roaring in your ears. “But there was a dragon!” you yelled as the two of you fought the hunter, a man who seemed quite skilled in fighting. “Crimson felt it!”

The hunter cackled. “And he did feel it, aye. Come on, darling!” he yelled into the shadows. “Make your presence known!”

The deafening scream gave you your answer. Gods save us, you sank to the ground in pain. Crimson had huddled into a ball, whimpering. Another Screaming Death.

The creature that glided towards them was young, probably two at the most. A strange amulet was strung around its neck, its twin around the hunter’s throat. The best seemed eager, hungry, and eyed Crimson like he was a tasty morsel.

“Y/N!” Nuada forced himself to his feet, spear in hand. “Does it have a weakness?”

Screaming Deaths had no known weaknesses, save for one, light. And it was still young enough to not have outgrown it. Then there were those amulets. They glittered and gleamed, like some dark magic rested within the jewels.

What if those stones bound the dragon to the hunter? Made it subservient to him?

“You deal with the hunter!” You pulled out your sword and fumbled with the lighters, praying a spark would hold and a fire would catch. “And,” you quickly leaned in, “Get rid of that necklace somehow.”

Nuada was more than up to the task. While he kept the hunter occupied, you waved your sword around as flames took hold, providing enough of a distraction for the dragon. It tailed you where you went, ducking and weaving, screaming whenever it recovered its senses.

Nuada had his hands full, fighting the hunter. They parried and slashed, hacked and hammered, each a match for the other. Nuada pressed on. He had faced worthier opponents and he wasn’t going to back down now. He kept fighting, constantly pushing the hunter onto the back foot.

And you? You had managed to pacify the Screaming Death long to sneak up to him, to grab that amulet. It recovered again, screeched so loud that the shock knocked you down. When it was about to lunge at you, Crimson leapt for its throat, both trying to tear each other to bloody pulps.

Nuada kept the hunter on the back foot, never letting him have the upper hand. He had disgraced his father once, he would not disgrace him again by falling to such a foe. The hunter’s attention broke, and Nuada took his chance. The blade of his spear came down in a clean arc, hit the necklace right on the stone, shattering it to pieces, just as Crimson managed to tear the necklace off the dragon, overpowering it and subduing it. The hunter shrieked.

"Get out,” you hissed. “Get out or there’ll be worse for you.”

The hunter sputtered, but ran with his tail between his legs. You reached Nuada and collapse next to him. “That was an interesting turn to the day.”

Nuada chuckled despite everything. “You could say that.”

Crimson came over and huffed at him, an expectant look in his eyes. “He likes you,” you said as you kept your sword lit, to pacify the Screaming Death. “Go on. You can touch him now.”

“Does that you trust me now?” Nuada panted and stroked a scaly nose. If Crimson trusted him it could only mean one thing.

“Yes,” you smiled at him. “Yes I do.”

#prince nuada #nuada x reader #nuada imagine #how to train you dragon #crossover #one shot #reader request #how to train your dragon x reader #writeblr #hellboy

134 notes · View notes

reviewinghiccup · 1 year

Text

RIDERS OF BERK | HTTYD SERIES | BREAKING DOWN HICCUP & FRIENDS

Blog Post Series: Breaking Down Hiccup & Friends

Title: Gem of a Different Color

Ep/Season: Episode 18, Season 1 (Riders of Berk)

Premise:

It is believed that our gentle giant, Fishleg, found a stone of good fortune. However, it is discovered, shortly after that it isn't a stone of good fortune at all, but a changewing egg! However, not to worry, after all, Fishleg was the only one w the egg and can easily put it back in its nest and rectify the whole misunderstanding... or is he?

CHARACTER BREAKDOWN

FISHLEGS JUSTIN INGERMAN

This is a Fishlegs story. We got a few for Astrid, a couple for Snotlout, one for the twins and now we have Fishlegs'. As such, this episode focuses a lot on his fears, concerns and passion.

"Vikings are strong, tough and courageous. Courage is a funny thing. Many are born with it. For some its a never ending struggle. For others, well... they just don't know enough to be afraid," Hiccup narrates at the opening of the episode which panes out to a one-on-one combat in the arena.

The Viking teens have to learn to fight without their dragons. So Gobber pairs them. Unfortunately for our Hiccup, he got...

And well...

I would say, Astrid and Snotlout were born courageous. The twins fall into the latter category of not knowing enough to be afraid. And Hiccup and Fishlegs well, they just have to work that bit harder to find courage within themselves.

Personally I see Fishlegs (and I'm using this term lightly) as a pacifist. He doesn't really engage in fights / battles / conflicts / confrontations unless he absolutely has to. He's not completely a pacifist because he will "annihilate" when dragons/innocent people are at stake.

He claimed that he doesn't want to fight Snotlout, because he doesn't want to encourage Snotlout's tendencies.

At first I wasn't convinced that, that was his reason. I did think maybe Fishlegs was scared. But actually, maybe Fishlegs knows deep down he has a lot of pent up strength and power, and he just doesn't want to tap into that. I mean, do y'all know Thor Bonecrusher? Hypnotised or not, it was drawn from something within him, so. I'm just saying maybe.

Whatever the case may be though, he is an absolute sweetheart and people like that are easy to bully. And often, mistaken as weak.

And what I do appreciate, is Astrid's instincts to defend him against Snotlout when Snotlout goes overboard.

The problem though w people like this, is two fold; (1) they blame themselves easily, and (2) they may snap.

(1) THE BLAME GAME

You see it with Hiccup as well. He often feels bad for things he can't control or didn't foresee. He's not superhuman and so mistakes should be understandable but with so many people depending on him, he almost always feels like he should know what the right thing is to do 24/7.

Fishlegs is no exception. How was he to know that Meatlug dug up a Changewing egg. He hasn't seen an adult Changewing before, how was he to know. Yet he constantly beats himself up for it because he feels responsible as the "all knowing dragon expert" and Hiccup, understanding where he's coming from tries to appease that guilt.

(2) DON'T MESS WITH THE DRAGONS

What I do appreciate about the show though, is that Fishleg does eventually stand up for himself. A person may snap, but for the wrong reasons and create even more problems. But no, when Fishlegs finally takes a stand, he did it right.

I mean, Snotlout pushed it way too far and it was time someone showed Snotlout that he isn't the only strong teen viking around.

This just goes to show that within, Fishlegs is a very tough person but he choose where his strength will be utilised. And seeing that he was done with Snotlout's deception and games, he finally gave him a taste of his own medicine.

THEME & MESSAGE

I know that this feels more like a Breaking Down Fishlegs than a Hiccup segment, and I'm sorry, but I couldn't help it. The episode was predominantly on him. And in essence, Hiccup can't really do without Fishlegs. I mean, Astrid is great, but sometimes, she lacks empathy and her dragon knowledge isn't as up to scratch as Ingerman's.

Together, they collate and document the study of dragons, improving, amending and adding to Bork the Bold's work.

They remind me a lot of the modern version of Stoick and Gobber sometimes. Fashioned in a different time and clime. Which is necessary for Berk's survival because the village is growing into a different landscape.

Furthermore, that's how societies grow. Through the appreciation and desire to learn about our universe, adding to creations, innovations and technologies.

I think the creators of the show aptly named this episode "Gem of A Different Colour" because Fishlegs, though Viking like, isn't very viking in personality.

He is different, but what makes him different is also what makes him important. He contributes to the synergy and grounding of the team. Making sure that they don't go too ahead of themselves or slack too far behind in terms of dragon training or knowledge.

After all, I believe that the key to training dragons requires a mastery of its knowledge. And frankly, there would be no dragon academy without him and his enthusiasm and love for these creatures.

I love the message behind the episode. It was more than just doing the right thing and standing up for what you believe in. It is about fearlessness and that it doesn't always have to look a certain way. It can come in many different shapes and sizes. And despite being the resident scaredy cat (sometimes), Fishlegs does prove himself the bravest and selfless in this episode.

Lastly, whatever the case may be, I'm glad that he showed up and decided to take Snotlout on in combat at the end. He's a good soldier and we can't have him slagging behind his training.

He may be a little insecure about his person, I mean, that happens to the best of us sometimes. And it's possible that the solution to getting out of your head, is to step out of your comfort zone.

"Having courage isn't the same as having no fear. It's being afraid and pushing forward anyway. Whether that means saving a baby dragon, or protecting those you love, or giving a special someone the butt-kicking they so richly deserve." - Hiccup's epilogue.

END NOTE:

There are many dragon species I've come to love as I go through the seasons. The Changewings are one of them. They're amazing creatures and I love to see them blend into environments. I would never want to meet one, but gosh, even their eggs are unique.

What are some of your favourite dragons introduced in the franchise that isn't a Night Fury, Deadly Nadder, Gronkle, Monstrous Nightmare or Zippleback?

36 notes · View notes