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oncewhenalongtimeago · 2 months

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Just Like Magic

Pairing: Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III x Female!Reader

Words: 3,610

Hiccup’s got both hands full with dragon training, nevermind everything else he’s got going on in private, because, really, it’s not just the dragon.

Hiccup’s got no one at his back- no friends, no Dad and a dead mother. He has got Gobber on most occasions, though if you asked Hiccup, he’d say that he doesn’t really count, mostly because he’s not much of a help even on the best of days.

There is that one girl, though, with her odd appreciation for the world, colorful hems, twine and tassels- To him, she’s something new. Whenever he’s with her, it feels like things just might be turning up. Honestly, she might be exactly the kind of person he’s been looking for.

(By some stroke of fate and probably coincidence, Hiccup makes friends with a weird girl in the woods and learns that life doesn’t have to be about fighting or proving oneself- sometimes it’s nothing more than a few stolen, happy moments shared between a lucky girl and a very unlucky guy.)

Tags: Witch!reader, optimistic/cheery reader, female reader, httyd 1, edited

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Grass tickled the bottoms of your clothed feet, your boots discarded to the side as you’d done your best to mosey up peeling, scratchy, hurtful bark. It crackled and broke off as you’d applied pressure to it, cutting into your skin through you-sized, harried trousers as you managed to throw one knee over the top of an upturned log.

You scrambled for the most stable spot along the cut edge of a flat, good-enough-for-seating place propped up right under you.

Once you’d managed to get onto your knees, you began the careful work of turning yourself around inch by inch, moving your folded lower legs by just one small amount at a time until you were pleased again.

You stared down at a small canvas, a piece of old rag you’d sewn weakly to an uneven wooden frame, the soreness of your fingers something you could recall as if your fingers were still just-raw and not dull-raw.

Reaching with shaky, shaky hands, the wood piece below you wobbling with your wobbles, you felt cool, cool metal with small hands.

They were a normal size to you, but your hand were ones which the people around you found tiny despite your disagreements, tall as they were, as lofty as doorways and then some, with shoulders large and wide as their furs were musky, their hands and bodies full enough to reach the tops of worn-smooth-oil-sanded tables.

The sun came warmly down over your shoulders, prickling the tiny hairs there above and under hot cloth, reflecting light off of paste, a tame blue color, wholly saturated yet soft enough to not be tiring to your eyes, all encased in a small, metal tin.

It was made of leaves ground to liquid- rare as you’d been told and worth money, not that you knew the berth and measure of whatever money they had been talking about. You could only treasure the color for its own merits.

Things like worth and distance- you still had a terrible time coming to fathom what it meant to be ‘far, far away,’ not in the sense that you couldn’t imagine a world in another place. It was moreso that you hadn’t anything to fill the spaces between, your lack of experience doing you wonders in that it had then become your job to figure out what ‘journey’ meant to you and what it should mean to have to travel over many lands for small boon.

The seas rushed in front of you below the cliffs, kicking up a loud and fanciful spray, as if dancing with linked arms, scuffing hard boots against loose, dusty floor on a cool night by a roaring pit of flame. It was filled with joy, gleeful and fresh in celebration of life, wide, vast and light, calm and blue, yet no less passionate than any storm with clouds nearly dark as the invisible sky, thick and angry, with a sea so black a hand could not be seen submerged, currents crashing and roiling below it.

You stared down at the blue tin curiously, your only color, then traced your eyes over a wooden bowl with a shallow layer of clear water near its bottom.

Your sleeves were spotted wet still, since earlier you’d jolted the bowl in a way which splashed.

You touched the side of the wooden bowl with one shaky finger, listening as the wood clacked against the back of the carefully positioned canvas stand, borrowed politely from tall Mulch and an even more mountainous, addled Bucket.

You thought you might paint the sun and the sky, though you’d quickly realized with chagrin that your blue was your only color, perfect for the sea and the sky and yet not so fitting when it came down to much else.

More often than not, the sun was a shining white. However, you did know there was more beneath its surface. Yellow was the color that followed you under closed lids after you'd started into it for too long, filling your vision with spots and there was an orangey-red that stained your vision when you kept your eyes open just the same. Sometimes there was a green, and less often, blue.

There were no more berries to squeeze from now, though, and though slightly put off, you were not so harried as to try and force a color when there was none, scouring the land for something new and workable when your blue was so lovely on its own.

You picked up a thin brush with clumsy fingers laid next to it, wrapped with twine very, very tightly around a wooden stick, thick enough to hold string and a small tuft of brushed sheep’s wool.

The wood was all splintered, small points sticking out everywhere, but you had found it and made it yours, and you found yourself hard pressed not to be proud of your choice.

For the wool, you’d gotten permission to take some nice bit off of a sheep with shears, which you’d watched Johannes do with pride, your fingers clutching onto wood fencing and your toes on their tips.

You had woven it tight to the body using twine in a way that had your fingers twinging and needing help from thicker hands, with many hard, rough spots and thick dustings of hair along the knuckles and back.

With careful hands over an uneven handle, you pressed your brush into the blue paste and lifted it with nary a wet, sudden pulling noise.

Very carefully, you pressed it against a beige-green rag, the wool bunching like the hem of a dress pooling along the floor. After, you were careful not to move it for a very long moment.

When you finally lifted your brush, the stiff muscles in your wrist loosening, there was a spatter left behind vaguely in the shape of the sun which made your mouth slip and half a pleased huff leave your lips, the effort you expended to hold the rest of it all in causing the sideways cut-log below you to wobble.

The dear sun shone across your canvas, past the casted shadow, once again reflecting off the wet of your paste.

As you dipped and dipped your brush curiously in the water of your small bowl, paint danced in thin, disappearing, transparent whisps, turning from blue to a careful sun white-red-yellow-orange in the light, nearly glowing.

Blinking, the smile over your mouth growing wider, at that moment, you felt an affection that was nearly overwhelming- it was as if you reflected the world back out from within yourself, thinking of the lovely sun, precious canvas and the swaying grasses all laid out before you, strands and fronds moving with the wind and whispering all the same noises in the same directions, as loud and quiet as the ripples of the nearly-still water in your bowl.

Even stronger was your wonder as the end of your clumsy wool brush met canvas and a veritable shine of color smeared across linen.

Following that, it was with dusty fervor that you had pulled your clumsy canvas up high against your pit, huffing as you trotted quickly above dirt and floor, moving in steps that were quick and hard enough to be jarring, accidental stomps sending solid-jerking jolts up your everything as you hit uneven ground.

Each landing was met by a noise that was almost voice and not breath, an expression of your startle, yet you were too pleased to be unhappy, even as you hobbled with a canvas too large for you to carry between two hands, pressed painfully into the place between your cloth-covered side and your arm. It was a scene carefully waited for, with small, finger-shaped imprints in the face as you tested it dry.

You were excited to show what a joyous thing had happened to you, sharing your knowledge with the small hope that it would work just as splendidly for the others as well, though you had a slight inkling that it just might not.

You had always been a special child, since you’d come to see and feel through warm furs and soft, warm, musty smells, listening to the light of the fire as if its secrets could be shared with you, crackling with a feeling in your insides that was sharp-sharp-sharper and fresher than anything your heavy, dusted head could think up on it’s own, your neck too weak to move it any.

You laughed, a young girl of fifteen winters, a canvas held tightly under your arm as it had been so many times before, feeling light and cool even as the noon sun lay heavy across the earth after a morning of painting.

It was a hobby you had spent time on occasionally since the first, when you were small and young, proud and curious with nothing but a blue paste and some heart.

You skittered down a large path, wide with no rails, fighting with your shoulders against the ever-present wind, the smell of salt and ocean thick against your nostrils, the thin ramp below hanging steadily above the sea.

In town, there was not as much of a need for your own paintings, especially since there was already someone who had taken up the job of portrait-making, who made your own art seem like a lesser craft. Still, though your practice was small, there was no shame in sharing it around.

Despite it all, it was something you’d spent time doing with joy, especially as your art had grown past the mindless, painted scribbles of a child and into the realm of ‘reasonably scribbled,’ experimental in terms of both lighting and setting.

The canvas under your arm was made up of yellow rays and empty, heavenly clearing- you’d not needed any subject besides what was in front of your eyes. Even in the smallest leaf, there was something beautiful, and yet somehow, for some reason, you couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something missing.

For such a clear afternoon day, the docks were surprisingly empty, though the person who you were looking for remained there just the same- you’d always seemed to be lucky in that way.

“Hello!” You stepped around the half-rotted intestines of a gutted fish laid across the floor, the beating of wood beneath your boots stilling as you paused and asked cheerily, “Inga! Off so soon?”

Across the way, by the very end of one branch of the docks, stood a woman with red hair who was soft, and though she looked tired, she had no wrinkles to be seen, her skin young, slightly pale and freckled.

She had a full chest and soft body, though you knew there lay some muscle underneath, unexercised as it was- she had come from the age group before yours, the one which had only just grown old enough to pass training and enter into full adulthood.

She was minding an empty set of barrels, a thick spool of rope carried over one arm, and a slightly dirtied old cloth of a murky color laying draped over the opposite shoulder.

Behind her, where every other space was empty, there was a boat, bobbing with its rope, tied to one of the logs holding up the harbor. It was a smaller thing, all thin wood, hastily made, shorter where most other ships were tall and barely affordable as it was- nothing that could handle the larger seas, though the homely waters around Berk wore it just fine.

There was a small draw connecting it to the docks, a ribbed pathway made up of old wood crate parts which you’d put together yourself when Inga had been more swollen than plain round.

You shifted your canvas in your arms as you waited so that its frame was pressed to your back, its painted face facing the far cliff face behind you, greens and yellows all pointed carefully out of view.

Straight wood dug slightly into your back past two layers of cloth, one tan and dry, more beige than gray as you found your eyes stinging slightly past the strong smell of fish and slight wood rot. The smell was magnified by the heat, coming from all the places where fishermen discarded into the ocean what waste they should give back to the earth and soil, and then some.

There were also the few old fish left behind by the morning crowd in barrels and among crates, the too-small ones and the ones at the bottom of the barrel that had either been left too long or ones that had been touched so much by the rabble they no longer looked healthy, all too soft and bruised, too bad to sell.

You noted slightly shabby smock and borrowed trousers, ones that had probably belonged to her husband- Truly, the fishing had been poor as of late, though it was with your full heart that you wished the couple prosper, even more so since they had taken a step back from fighting to care for more gentle things.

In the time it took for Inga to bend down and peer deeper into barrel, you took a look around, searching thoroughly yet without too much vigor

Your patience bore good fruit as, after a long moment of concern, slightly worried preoccupation and as late-received words ran past ears and into strained mind, Inga finally rose, her face going slightly lax.

She turned, then, and it was after that that you received a kind response, “Hello to you too, lass.”

Then, without waiting for a response, she yelt back towards the waters, “Love!”

You smiled as she turned her head, directing her attention to the ambiguous space to her side, eyes turning to her back, feeling the thick sun’s heat run over your cheeks and shoulders, playing with your straining arms.

Inga sighed very quickly, before calling in a slightly firmer tone, “Come, tall man, say something!”

You suppressed a quick laugh, one that yearned to follow the sudden uptake in noise, the sound of a rapid wood’s knocking following her shout.

“Hello!” Came a muffled voice, all wood-stuffed yet surely familiar, belonging to a man of the same age as Inga with black hair and a slightly soft, yet fully built form, thin in the way most men could only be when coin was scarce, food was the same and love was in plenty, filling the stomach in the way that it tended to do after giving one's own food to one’s most hungry treasured.

“Bo!” You wanted to clap with glee, bringing your canvas out from behind your back, resting it by your side, one hand hooked under the bottom as the leather soles of your feet shuffled against wood.

Bo grew quiet again a moment after, though if you listened really hard, you could hear the gentle thump of hammering and the messing of metal against metal, still slightly hurried and yet calming.

“He’ll be occupied for a while, I think,” Inga warned slightly, “So It’ll just be you and me for now.”

“That’s blush!” You beamed, before dipping your head sheepishly and looking up at Inga with appeasing eyes, “I’d love to chat- of course, If you don’t have trouble minding me for a while?”

“No, dear,” Inga shook her head, throwing her cloth down on the rim of one of her barrels, “I don’t mind at all- really, you’re the one doing the minding and henning, With your care, one might think you were the new mother, not me.”

“Oh, I’m sure Ase’d disagree,” You hummed, “Really, it does no one any good to be sailing on an empty stomach. I must ask, how does she fare?”

“I’ve not enough to hire a nurse yet, so her burdens are still many, though she’s hardy and I shouldn’t be gone for long.”

You spent a fraction of a moment thinking of the oceans and knowing for a fact the truth could only exist in a manner that was quite contrary- Fishing was an all-day event.

“She’s a strong woman,” You said sympathetically, speaking again. “And so are you, I think, though even a strong woman deserves rest in times of trouble.”

She rolled her eyes, voice stern with play and false grim, “Don’t start with me, small lady.”

“You’ve got to do well,” You hummed, continuing anyways, rolling both your eyes and head back slightly so you could look up at the sky, reconsidering, “The seas have got to do well for you.”

“By the by,” Inga looked at you curiously, then, “I would like to know- what’s brought you to me today?”

You smiled freely, “I came to wish you luck- and to show you something else just as nice.”

Inga shook her head fondly, “I’m glad- we always fare better when you do for some odd reason, you special girl.”

You smiled with something that was all lips and no teeth, though it split the sides of your face just the same.

“Well, let’s have it then.” Inga declared as there sounded a particularly hard, clumsy knock from the inside of the couple’s fishing barge.

You were careful to maneuver your canvas out from behind you, arms straining as you swung it around wide, before displaying it proudly, one hand on each side of the frame, paint facing Inga as you handed it to her, “Here it is!”

She held it by both sides with firm yet careful hands, a spool of rope slipping from one soft arm onto the dock floor below, something which neither of you paid much mind to.

“Why, it feels as if it’s moving on its own! What life!” Inga said, holding out her canvas. In her voice, you could tell that some of her astonishment was a nicety, but a lot of it was all genuine.

You knew she really ought to be pleased- past all the softness and that deceivingly fluffy exterior, that sly woman picked up on things very quickly. Any luck you could offer- Well, she surely couldn’t refuse.

“Oh, are those flowers?” She hummed, turning the painting to the side, looking at it in every which way, pulling it in and bringing it out, “The white bits here? And the leaves- this wouldn’t be an Elder, would it? And the heather!”

You clapped your hands, your voice squeaky, “It is!”

You listened to a slight crowing off in the distance as a seabird cheered, and after a long moment of careful appreciation, you were nearly startled as Inga made an attempt to hand it back.

Though unready to take it, you brought out your hands slightly, your smile still soft but there, though slightly strained in the way smiles were when you were puzzling or doing menial tasks, or when you were between laughs.

You felt something twinge in your chest, sharp and close to where your heart might be. It could have been the joy in giving or it could have been something else. It could have been your compass, perhaps, or just plain intuition, made up of all your nerves and bones, mashed up and pieced together like a handful of loose dials and twine and other such things.

You trusted it more than anything

“You’ve got nails?” You asked, ignoring a flash of movement at the corner of your eye, insisting more with the jerky movement of your arms, pushing it back towards her with your palms pressed gently into the top two corners, saying without words that she should have it. “It would look good in your ship- in the cabin by the front, I’d say.”

“I’d do well to take good care of your special charm,” Inga smiled kindly, lighting a feeling in you which you could definitely, surely call ‘the joy in giving’ this time, looking down at you with grateful eyes, “Thank you.”

‘Special charm’ was what she called anything you gave anyone at all, though you could find no reason to disagree with the name.

“It’s no problem for me.” You shuffled your feet bashfully, as she moved up the slim bridge into the shallow bowels of her small ship, “Tell little Erik I’ve said ‘hullo.’”

Bo and Inga- You were sure they’d do well.

Your eyes wandered as you waited, the two love birds making conversation over your painting in their small ship, your fingers linked behind your back like small chains.

You eyed the sea curiously, though your eyes were drawn to some noise off the side

The docks weren’t as empty as before, as, off into the distance, you spotted a boy in a fuzzy, brown fur cloak, dull and slightly matted from what you could tell from the distance, with the hints of a very noble green tunic underneath.

On a crate before him lay a floppy fish of a respectable size, one of the bruised leftovers, you’d reckon, which he tried to maneuver with his dagger as if it were a utensil.

He leaned incredibly far forwards, one leg bent and the other stretched completely flat behind him, nearly dropping both it and his dagger into the sea before he had given up and grabbed it securely in the mouth with his thumb and forefinger.

You thought he might have been doing his best to be sneaky, though you were sure he hadn’t seen you at all during all the time you’d been watching him.

Absent-mindedly, you watched him hurry back towards the very foot of the ramp leading back to the village, which briefly covered him with its large shadow. Then, you slowly turned your attention back to the sound of muffled conversation and blooming praise.

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squeezil · 4 months

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I don't usually write, let alone share fan fics, but I've been on a DEEP Httyd hyperfixation lately and it's been particularly inspiring, and I'm a slut for a good Hiccupxreader so have this lil piece I wrote, I plan on writing more and if people like it who knows maybe it'll be more than just a collection of one shots 🤷🏼‍♀

This Changes Everything...

Hiccup x Fem!Reader

This takes place between Rtte and Httyd2 when Hiccup is working on his map and trying to find the part of himself he thinks is missing, little does he know he’s going to find something else along the way that he really didn’t expect.

Y/N = your name

D/N = your dragon’s name

H/C = your hair color

E/C = your eye color

F/C = your favorite color

Chapter 1

It was late afternoon on a beautiful midsummer day, the sun was shining bright over the calm seas, the steady waves sparkling in the warm light. "What better time for an exploratory flight around the the archipelago?" Hiccup thought, ignoring the other glaringly obvious reason being that once again his father had tried to talk to him about taking over as chief soon. That wasn't something he wanted to talk or think about right now. There was still far too much he hadn't discovered yet, about the world, and more importantly, about himself.

He and Toothless had been soaring around the neighboring islands for what seemed like hours at this point, noticing nothing new or out of the ordinary, much to Hiccup's disappointment. He leaned forward to place his hand on Toothless' neck and opened his mouth to tell him to turn back towards home when the Night Fury's ears shot up in eager curiosity, and began sniffing excitedly at the air.

"What is it, bud?" Hiccup asked, curious himself now.

Before he knew it, Toothless dove towards a nearby island with such speed he nearly fell backwards from the sheer force. "Thank Thor for this harness!" He thought.

"Whoooa, bud! What's gotten into you?" Said Hiccup, as they plummeted faster.

They landed so abruptly that Hiccup lurched forward and tumbled off of Toothless' back. With a quick glance back at his best friend to make sure he wasn't hurt and an impatient bark, Toothless set off into the woods, eagerly bounding through the trees to find the source of his interest.

"Toothless, wait! Where are you going?!" Hiccup called, getting up as quick as he could to run after his wayward dragon. Try as he might, he couldn't quite keep up with Toothless and soon lost him in the brush.

"Toothless? Toothless! Toothless, where are you?!" He screamed, praying to the Gods that there weren't dragon hunters on this island. In the near distance he heard the distinct roar of a Night Fury and quickened his pace.

Eventually he came to a small clearing nestled in a thick canopy of trees, which blocked out most of the sunlight, making it difficult to see well. He saw a large, dark creature moving in the shadows and squinted for a moment before letting out a sigh of relief. It was definitely a Night Fury.

"There you are! What in Thor’s name was so important that you couldn't wait for me, huh bud?" He said, a twinge of annoyance in his voice, despite trying to maintain a calm tone.

The dragon shifted quickly and whipped it's head around, letting out a low warning growl as it did so.

"Wh-Hey, hey bud, it's me, it's Hiccup, what are you-" he stopped cold as the dragon moved into a small streak of light peaking through the trees, illuminating it's deep violet eyes that were angrily boring into his startled green ones.

Shock, then dawning comprehension, and finally fear spread across Hiccup's face as he realized Toothless had green eyes, this was not his dragon. He had somehow managed to find another Night Fury…and they were mad.

"Ohh my Gods…Wow, another Night Fury! And look at your eyes, I've only ever seen Razorwhips with purple eyes before, incredible!" He started, his fascination getting the better of him for a moment before remembering that this dragon was not friendly, yet. "Uhh, whooa-okay, easy, I-I'm not gonna hurt you, it's okay." He said gently, his hands up in attempt to show he wasn't a threat.

The wild Night Fury growled louder, and narrowed it's eyes, clearly not believing his assurances. He backed up slowly until he was backed up against a tree and suddenly, from a branch above him Hiccup heard a woman shout,

"You're damn right you won't hurt her!"

The next thing he knew, he was face down on the ground with a knee pressed between his shoulder blades, pinning him in place and the distinct sound of a dagger being unsheathed above him. He shifted nervously under her weight and tried to speak through the dirt and grass he was currently being shoved into.

"Look, ugh, I don't know who you are, but I really don't mean either of you any harm, I would never hurt a dragon, especially not a Night Fury!"

"Uh huh, sure, just like the last guy we caught sneaking up on us. You hunters are all the same! Why can't you just leave her alone?!" She said, angrily digging her knee harder into his back.

"Argh…Hey, could you ease up a bit? I'm telling you the truth, I'm not a hunter, I'm a dragon rider!" He said in a strained voice.

"Well that's a new one, huh D/N?" The Night Fury made a disdainful huff of agreement beside her, "but I'm still not buyin' it, I know you were just here for same thing they all come for, the last Night Fury in the world. Well, if you want her, you have to go through me!" She said, raising her arm to strike, but before she could bring down her dagger a purple plasma blast came out from the bushes, disarming her. She looked up at D/N in confusion, and the dragon simply gave her an equally confused look in return.

Toothless sprang out of the bushes, growling and baring his teeth as he slowly advanced on the young woman holding his friend hostage. With his captor sufficiently distracted, Hiccup managed to push her off of him and swipe a foot under her, knocking her to the ground.

"Look, we don't want to fight you, please just listen to me." He said, getting to his feet and once again putting his hands up in a gesture of peace.

She stared, dumbfounded at Toothless, who had positioned himself in between them to protect Hiccup, "I can't believe it" she uttered under her breath. She turned back to Hiccup with a suspicious glare, "who are you?" narrowing her eyes at him, one hand reaching for the bow slung across her back in case she still needed to fight her way out of this.

"My name is Hiccup Haddock, son of Stoick the Vast the Chief of Berk, and leader of the Dragon Riders of Berk. This is Toothless, and up until now we believed he was the last Night Fury left in existence…" He said carefully, taking a tentative step towards the young lady and her wary dragon.

D/N was so distracted at this point by Toothless that she had stopped growling and had begun eyeing him with curiosity. They cautiously approached each other. Glancing at the dragons, who had both dropped their defenses and started sniffing each other inquisitively, Hiccup smiled slightly and let out a relieved sigh "see? Toothless just wanted to say hello." He turned back to the girl who had now lowered her hand from her bow, but still looked uncertain.

"Look, I'm sorry we scared you guys, we were just scouting out new islands to add to this map I've been working on and I guess Toothless heard or smelled, er, D/N, was it? Anyway, dragons are gonna do what dragons do, right?" He said, smiling wider now.

He had such an unassuming, warm smile, she couldn’t help but feel more at ease, and there was something in his eyes that made it hard not to believe him. Realizing that maybe he wasn't quite the threat she thought he was after all, she relaxed slightly and took a few steps closer to him. With how fast everything had just happened, Hiccup hadn’t really gotten a good look at her before, but now that she was standing only a few feet from him he could see that she was easily one of the most beautiful women he’d ever seen. She had long H/C hair with two small braids around the crown of her head that met in the back where they merged with a larger braid that fell down the middle of her back, with the rest of her hair falling free underneath. Her eyes were a stunning shade of E/C. She was dressed in a long F/C tunic with a off-white fur wrap around her shoulders that clasped around her neck with a strangely carved broach, a leather skirt, and fur lined boots that matched the fur around her shoulders.

“Wow…” Hiccup thought out loud, then catching himself said “uh, I mean, how…did you find a Night Fury? For the last five years we assumed Toothless here was the last of their kind.”

“We sort of…found each other, I guess.” she started, pausing a moment as she recalled their troubled past. “Where I’m from dragons are considered evil, all anyone cares about is capturing or killing them, but something about that never sat right with me, even though they terrified me. It wasn’t until I came across D/N in one of our traps that I realized why, I saw how scared she was, how helpless, and it was like…” she trailed off staring at the ground, trying to find the words.

“It was like she was just as scared of you as you were of her? Almost as if you could see yourself in her?” Hiccup finished.

She looked up at him speechless, “Y-yes…how did you know that?”

He let out a light hearted chuckle and said “Because it was exactly the same with me and Toothless. I looked at him, and I saw myself, and we’ve been together ever since, isn’t that right, bud?” he said gesturing for Toothless to come over to him, prompting the dragon to jump over, nuzzle his arm, and lick him across the face. “Haha okay, okay, easy bud! You know that doesn’t wash out!”

She couldn’t help but let out a small laugh at this sudden display of affection between the two. D/N came over to her and gently head butted her as if to ask for her turn. She stroked the dragon’s smooth scales and whispered, “well, what do you think, girl? Should we trust em?” D/N cooed happily in response.

Taking another tentative step towards Hiccup, she said "I-I'm sorry I attacked you…it's just, we've never met anyone else like us…either of us. It's just been the two of us for so long, I learned trusting other humans doesn't usually turn out well." A look of quiet disdain darkened her face at the last few words.

Hiccup furrowed his brow, his smile fading with concern as he turned back to look at her and said "Sounds like you guys have been through a lot…we can relate.”

She looked from Hiccup to Toothless, suddenly noticing that he had a prosthetic leg, and that Toothless had a prosthetic tail fin as well.

"What happened to you guys?" She said, feeling as if she already knew the answer, "hunters?" she added with a scowl.

"Uh…not exactly." he replied sheepishly, absent mindedly rubbing the back of his head in embarrassment. Realizing this wasn’t much of an explanation, Hiccup sighed and said, “it’s a long story.”

“Well, I have time.” She gestured to a large rock nearby for them to sit on. Hiccup smiled and followed her over. He started telling the story of how Berk used to be, how he had shot down Toothless only to realize that he didn’t want to kill him, how they had slowly gained each other’s trust, and eventually how they had managed to change everyone else’s minds about dragons.

“Sure, life’s a little more chaotic now with dragons everywhere, but it’s so much better!” He said, absolutely beaming. She couldn’t help but return his infectious smile.

“That’s amazing! I wish my tribe was like that…” she said, her tone turning wistful. “We had to run away to keep D/N safe, the people back home just didn’t understand, they only wanted to mount her head on their walls” she glared at the dirt, fuming at the harsh memories, “even my own family turned against us.”

Hiccup gave her a sympathetic look and said “Well, if you don’t have anywhere else to go, why don’t you come back to Berk with me and Toothless?”

She looked up at him, her nerves suddenly returning, “Oh…Uh, I don’t know…I mean, you two do seem nice, and I still can’t believe we met another Night Fury…but, we don’t really know you that well or how well we can trust you, no offense. I have to do what’s right for D/N, she’s saved me countless times, I have to keep her safe too.”

“Well…if you won’t come to Berk, how about we come back here to check up on you from time to time? That way you know you’re not alone, and Toothless and D/N can finally have one of their own kind to spend time with, it’s a win-win!” He said hopefully.

She thought for a moment, unsure, but something tugged at her gut to say yes. She didn’t know why, but she really did want to see Hiccup again, and he did have a good point, this was D/N’s only chance to be with her own species, this chance wouldn’t come up again.

“Hmm…I guess that would be okay.” She said, smiling softly.

He grinned back at her sweetly and said “Great! Hey, uh, I just realized I never got your name.”

“Oh, right, it’s Y/N.”

“Y/N? Wow, that’s…that’s really pretty, uh I mean, I’m really glad we met, Y/N.” He said, once again smiling wide, his cheeks turning the faintest shade of pink.

She felt her cheeks warm slightly too as he looked at her, his green eyes bright with earnest enthusiasm somehow made her feel that for the first time ever, she was truly being seen. For once in her life, she was genuinely hopeful.

#httyd #how to train your dragon #hiccup haddock #hiccup x reader #httyd hiccup #hiccup how to train your dragon #fan fiction #fanfic #hiccup x fem!reader #yes I know the second!nightfury shit has been done a million times but idgaf #I really like the idea of their dragons and them both falling in love okay so sue me #I'm just a hopeless romantic in love with Hiccup #plus the Light Fury is lowkey annoying so yeah

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Happy Anniversary

Hiccup Haddock (RttE) x Male Reader

Notes and/or warnings; idk if there's a healing hut on the Edge, BUT THERE IS NOW. dragon isn't specified but has a constant fire blast; boneknapper, deadly nadder, monstrous nightmare, etc. not a one blast like night fury. Major injury, stitching said injury, stingy alcohol, panicking, being chased/hunted, cussing, mentions of hunters being burned alive, anything else in HTTYD. not really a warming but very inaccurate healing stuff ™, do not do what this fic says for like 98% of the shit in here. i think there wasn't actually any usage of pronouns...but masc intended! fem aligned dni please! and JESUS CHRIST IM SORRY I TOOK TEN YEARS I THOUGHT IT HAD BEEN MAYBE A WEEK AND THEN BOOM IT WAS A MONTH

Request; Can you do a Hiccup Haddock x male reader? (Hiccup is taller then the reader. Hiccup is the dominant and the reader is the submissive) The reader was out exploring while Hiccup was on a ride on Toothless and the reader gets injured pretty badly. So he tries his best to hide it from Hiccup since Hiccup usually doesn't let the male reader explore on his own without either him (Hiccup) or Toothless is with him (male reader) could it be fluff pls? (Like kissing, cuddling, holding hands, etc)

You were running as fast as you could possible could, which honestly wasn’t that fast; given gaping hole in your side. It was nearing yours and Hiccups anniversary, and all you wanted to do was get a nice gift for him. But, alas, he essentially never let you out on your own, so the only solution was to sneak out. Not a good idea when you and your friends are #1 most wanted on the Dragon Hunters’ list.

You had been simply collecting nice flowers, one of the many gifts you planned for Hiccup, when an arrow struck the tree. (Dragon’s Name) immediately got spooked and ran off, which, to be fair, is exactly what you did. Just in the opposite direction, unfortunately. During your…daring escape, more arrows flew, one piercing your side. You hadn’t even realized it until you were huddled in a cave, heavy and ragged breathing.

Immediately panicking, you did the worst possible thing; pulled it out. Quickly you tore off some of your sleeve and wrapped it around, praying to the Gods that you’d be making no trip to Valhalla any time soon. After you had calmed down just a little bit, you sent off your emergency flare, which (Dragon’s Name) had been trained to respond to. A bad play, considering now the hunters knew where you were, but what other choice was there! You obviously needed some better medical attention and a ride out of there, and that was your quickest way to it.

Unfortunately, the hunters were closer than (Dragon’s Name) was, as they began running to where the flare went off. Time to run. Again. After a few excruciating minutes of running through woods, swatting away stray branches, and being pull of pure panic, you came upon a cliff. Great.

The hunters closed in on you, surrounding you, panicked as ever. A few taunts were made, comments on ‘nowhere to go,’ ‘last leg,’ and more. As you stepped back, a few cracks were heard as rock crumbled down. Your hands clutched your side tighter, as you pivoted your head around, looking for any possible means of escape other than down.

Just as the front hunter raised his arrow for the final blow, (Dragon’s Name) flew to your rescue, setting the hunters ablaze. Quickly, you grabbed onto his saddle and hoisted yourself up the best you could. (Dragon’s Name) turned and bolted for the sky, booking it to Dragons’ Edge.

Hiccup had been out on a fly with Toothless for a few hours, mapping out ideal places for a nice anniversary date. And just maybe looking for more dragon species. When he returned, he couldn’t find you anywhere, and nobody had seen you for the last few hours. Apparently, you disappeared just half an hour after he did. Hiccup quickly connected the dots, and was now anxiously pacing back and forth in his hut. He didn’t even know where to begin looking for you, nobody did. So he would have to wait for you to show back up. Pulling Hiccup out of his thought, (Dragon’s Name) called out as a flutter of wings and a thud sounded. Immediately, he rushed to your side. He helped you down, before turning to an angry rant about your safety.

“Y/N. Y/N! Great Thor, why did you do that! I have told you again and again about how I don’t like it when you go out on your own, and for this exact reason! What was even so important that you couldn’t bother to tell Toothless or me, even Astrid for Thor’s sake! I mean-” you abruptly cut him off, holding up a smooshed banquet of flowers, a lopsided smile across your lips. “Is’ for our anniversary..” you mumumbed, face now planted in his collarbone. He was silent for a second, before scooping you up bridal style and carrying you to the medical hut. He places you back down gently and went to grab some antiseptic and painkiller herbs, recommended by Gothi, stitching supplies, and some fresh, thick bandages. He ground up the painkillers, putting it into a cup of water, which you gratefully swallowed, cringing at the texture. A few seconds later, he lifted you up slightly to peel of your shirt, as to have easy access to the wound. You lay back down so the blood won’t flow to fast or freely, grunting as your head hit the pillow.

He applied the antiseptic, rubbing it on your wound, per Gothi’s instructions. You hissed, hands painfully clutching the sheet. Hiccup noticed, and gave you his free hand to clasp, which you gratefully did. He continued the process until it wasn’t stinging anymore, a sign of majority of possible infections being gone. He grabbed the needle, quickly placing a kiss to your hand and glancing at you apologetically. He grabbed the needle, placing the thread through the loop, and then piercing your skin. Your head thrashed against the pillow, and Hiccup began to rub reassuring circles into the palm of our hand until he was completely done.

The only thing left to do was to bandage it to prevent further infection or bleeding. He sat you up again, and instructed you to hold your hands up while he wrapped up the wound. He quickly finished, bandages now covering your entire lower torso. “Wanna head to bed, Y/N? I know it’s early but I figure you need the rest.” You nodded in responses, mumbling a small, “Carry me, Hic.” He lightly smiled and picked you up, one hand under your butt and another supporting your waist. Your arms wrapped around his neck, your head calmly stuffed in his shoulder as he walked back to his hut.

In a few minutes, he carefully opened the door to his hut and walked in. “Do you think you can make it up the ladder with my help? Or should we just make a pile of blankets down here?” he asked, setting you down. “Mm, let’s just go upstairs. I need a proper bed right now, if ya’ don’t mind helping me up,” you responded with a small yawn at the end

“I would never mind helping you,” he spoke, a tad quieter, seeing as you were incredibly tired. He picked you up again, and after a few confusing minutes, you both plopped onto the bed and pulled the covers over, heads peaking out. Hiccup lifted his arms up, inviting you to nuzzle into him, which you gleefully did so. You curled up into a little ball, head curved around his upper chest, and your arms extended to lightly brush through and play with his hair. His arm was draped over top your side, rubbing reassuring circles into your back as he had soe your palm earlier. You sighed contentedly. A nice silence embraced the two of you, crickets chirping and the water rushing against the cliffside. After a while, he quickly spoke. “This is nice, isn't it, Y/N?”

“Yeah, it is…Hey, I’m sorry I went out without telling you, or anyone. I just wanted to get gifts for you and have them be a complete surprise. Naturally, the dragon hunters just had to be there,” you stifled a chuckle after it made your wound pang.

“Your the single best gift ever, Y/N. Nothing you buy or find can even come close to describing the love I have for you, though I do enjoy the flattery.” Silence. He looked down to see you, and heard the faintest of snoring, smiling lightly to himself. He closed his eyes and melted further into your embrace, nothing else in the world mattering.

#httyd #httyd rtte #how to train your dragon #how to train your dragon race to the edge #rtte x male reader #hiccup x male reader #hiccup x male!reader #hiccup haddock x male reader #hiccup haddock x male!reader #hiccup x m!reader #hiccup haddock x m!reader #httyd x male reader #x male reader #hiccup haddock

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stupendouspizzacomputer · 12 days

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INSANITY (Hellaverse x isekai male reader) Winners (Part 1):

•Saint peter (Darren criss)

•Molly

•Gabriel (Fnaf/Five nights at Freddy's)

•Jeremy (Fnaf/Five nights at Freddy's)

•Susie (Fnaf/Five nights at Freddy's)

•Fritz (Fnaf/Five nights at Freddy's)

•Charlotte (Fnaf/Five nights at Freddy's)

•Dipper Pines (Gravity Falls/The book of Bill)

•Mabel Pines (Gravity Falls/The book of Bill)

•Hatsune miku/Miku Hatsune (Vocaloid)

•Stanford Pines (Gravity Falls/The book of Bill)

•Stanley Pines (Gravity Falls/The book of Bill)

•Audie (animal crossing/Nintendo)

•Cyd (animal crossing/Nintendo)

•Dom (animal crossing/Nintendo)

•Gregory house (House md)

•Callie (Splatoon/Splatoon 3/Splatfest/Nintendo)

•Marie (Splatoon/Splatoon 3/Splatfest/Nintendo)

•Nina caliente (ts4/ts4cc/Sims 4/Sims4/the Sims 4/Simblr/Sims4cc/s4cc/Sims/The sims 2/The sims)

•Cassandra Goth (ts4/ts4cc/Sims 4/Sims4/the Sims 4/Simblr/Sims4cc/s4cc/Sims/The sims 2/The sims)

•Eddie Riaz (911 abc/Ryan Guzman)

•Evan Buckley (911 abc/ Oliver Stark)

•Aziraphale (Good Omens)

•Hiccup (Httyd/How to train your Dragon)

•Astrid (Httyd/How to train your Dragon)

•Ruffnut (Httyd/How to train your Dragon)

•Tuffnut (Httyd/How to train your Dragon)

•Snotlout (Httyd/How to train your Dragon)

•Fishlegs (Httyd/How to train your Dragon)

•Stoick the Vast (Httyd/How to train your Dragon)

•Valka (Httyd/How to train your Dragon)

•Gobber the Belch (Httyd/How to train your Dragon)

•Luz (Toh/The owl house)

•Amity (Toh/The owl house)

•Izutsumi (Dnd/Dungeon and Dragons)

•Marcille Donato (Dnd/Dungeon and Dragons)

•Laios Touden (Dnd/Dungeon and Dragons)

•Falin Touden (Dnd/Dungeon and Dragons)

•Chilchuck Tims (Dnd/Dungeon and Dragons)

•Senshi (Dnd/Dungeon and Dragons)

•Riddle Rosehearts (Twisted Wonderland)

•The adventurer (Ffxiv)

•Elisabeth Woolridge Grant (Laba del rey)

•Sakura (le sserafim)

•Kim Chaewon (le sserafim)

•Huh Yunjin (le sserafim)

•Kazuha (le sserafim)

•Hong Eunchae (le sserafim)

•Hyunjin (Skz/Stray kids)

•Felix (Skz/Stray kids)

•Bang Chan (Skz/Stray kids)

•Lee know (Skz/Stray kids)

•I.N (Skz/Stray kids)

•Han (Skz/Stray kids)

•Seungmin (Skz/Stray kids)

•Changbin (Skz/Stray kids)

•Kim Woojin (Skz/Stray kids)

•Daniel Howell/Dan howell (Dan and phil/mcr/amazingphil/terrible influence tour)

•Phil Lester (Dan and phil/mcr/amazingphil/terrible influence tour)

•Caitlin Clark (wnba)

•Hello Kitty (Sanrio)

•Till (Alien Stage)

•Ivan (Alien Stage)

•Luka (Alien Stage)

•Mizi (Alien Stage)

•Sua (Alien Stage)

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HTTYD Hiccup x Male!Reader: Chapter 2.

[Previous Chapter: 1]

yo!! :D i'm rlly excited to bring another chapter of this fic!! it's so fun to write in the httyd universe oh my godd as always this will be crossposted on my Ao3 acc (@/No1RatedSalesman1997) if you'd prefer to read it there!! :] anyways,, story begins under the cut!! - Jeri <333

“This is Toothless.” The boy that you now know as Hiccup states, gesturing to the dragon that is now peering at him with caution from the other side of the clearing. “As you can see, he’s also a Nightfury- er, that’s the name that we on Berk gave this type of dragon.”

Toothless eyes you curiously, large pupils hollowed into slits and set on you, unmoving.

Despite your countless years of dragon research, you find yourself sheepishly admitting that you don’t know very much at all about this type of dragon: Ulfur is the only ‘Nightfury’ you’d ever seen, so you’d just come to assume that they were naturally illusive, or simply extremely uncommon.

You fix your eyes back on the dark mass at the other end of the clearing. It more or less looks visually like Ulfur, body low to the ground and sleek, black scales obscuring powerful muscles working beneath. Maybe a little younger, you supposed, noting the size difference in both the extruding spines trailing its back and body mass in general.

The reptile creeps slightly closer to the pair of you, lashing its tail to the side, perhaps as a sort of warning.

“... He’s missing a tail fin?” You turn your attention to Hiccup as you speak, now noticing the obvious absence.

“... Yes.” Hiccup replies to you after thinking for a moment, looking to his feet. “I’d like to tell you that it was all a massive accident, but I was the one who shot him down and ripped his tail fin. On purpose. Um, but it wasn’t on purpose, you know? I mean, my Dad had all these expectations of me and I thought that-”

“Don’t worry.” You chuckle, giving him a reassuring pat on the shoulder as you cut him off. “I know what Vikings are like: I grew up in a family of them, so…”

He turns his attention to you, obviously startled.

“What- really..?” You can practically see the thoughts whirring around his head, and it brings a smile to your face. “There are Viking settlements outside of Berk..? Uh, I mean, you don’t look like a Viking-”

You chuckle, his sudden inability to piece together a sentence reminding you a little of yourself in a somewhat weird, reassuring way.

“Yeah, I have been told that before. I sort of abandoned the lifestyle after Ulfur and I started travelling.”

You turn your attention back to the wary dragon ahead of you once again, finding that he’d inched his way to about ten or so feet in front of the two of you. He was visible in the light now: the sun's beams bounced off his scales in the most familiar way, forest green eyes still set on you- although now seemingly more of curiosity than of caution.

“Ah, he’s friendly.” Hiccup blurts out beside you, and you let out a poorly stifled laugh. “... Not that I need to tell you that, but I have spent the last half a month with him building up trust.”

He ambles towards you, pupils dilating slightly as he moves to greet Hiccup with a friendly mewl. Circling around the boy, he sniffs him up and down, occasionally looking up to him expectantly.

“Oh, sorry.” He begins, placing a steady hand on the eager reptile's muzzle to steady him. “I didn’t bring you any food today, it completely slipped my mind.”

You took the moment to study the creature as he stared up at you, head tilted slightly to the side. Upon closer inspection, his head was slightly narrower than Ulfurs, facial features and overall appearance being more dainty and nimble. His wings are unfurled and splayed out slightly at his sides, a subconscious reflex that you’d noticed previously in Ulfur when he wasn’t quite comfortable in a situation. He chirps and coos as Hiccup pets him to your side, a noise that you’d grown accustomed to as a welcome constant over the course of your chaotic, exciting life. Now that you thought of it, it did bring you a sense of ease to know that Ulfur at least wasn’t the last one of his kind as you had been beginning to believe. Toothless carefully moves his attention to you, flat nostrils flaring outwards as he treats you to a cautious sniff. He’s beautiful, you conclude. One of the dragons that Nature really chose to outdo herself on.

“... I wonder if Nightfuries are territorial..?” You zone back into what Hiccup is rambling about as he absent- mindedly pets Toothless beside you. “I mean, just think! There’s just… so much we don’t know about them. Like, do you think they're solitary dragons..?”

A realisation hits you hard as you register his question. Something that you probably should have taken into account before placing yourself in front of a massive, extremely dangerous reptile.

You look down at the dark-scaled dragon in front of you with newfound fear. He ruthlessly searches your cloth shirt for your scent, and for a minute you’re left completely unsure of what to do.

You take a deep breath.

“... I think we’re about to find out.” You reply to Hiccup’s open-ended question, looking to his somewhat confused expression with one of fresh panic.

Just as you catch the boy’s expression turn quick from questioning to realisation to horror, your back hits the ground and all breath leaves your lungs. Dust clouds plume around your face, a substantial force pinning you down to the dirt by your shoulders.

As you blink open your eyes, blazing green irises bore into your own.

so,, welcome to the end!!

thanks to all the people who have liked my posts so far,, it really means a lot <333

ooo also,, i'm gonna start doing a thing where i put the next chapter (if it has one) in the bottom author's note,, and the previous at the top!!

anyways,, bye for now!!

-Mod Jericho :PP

#httyd fanfiction #httyd #x reader #reader insert #hiccup x reader #male reader #BC IM GAY LOOL #how to train your dragon #hiccup horrendous haddock the 3rd #hiccup horrendous haddock iii #hiccup horrendous haddock #uhhmm #damn im still bad at tagging #ao3 #cross posted on ao3 #toothless #httyd hiccup #httyd toothless

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drunkoffsmoke · 1 year

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elliot's request page.

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about the writer. male, any prns. but mainly he/they, music + cats + sleep lover, trans 'n omnisexual. might add more later but for now this is enough.

rules.

1. remain respectful. i don't tolerate disrespect. if you're rude to me in any way, i won't be nice anymore. remember, i'm a mirror. i copy others behavior.

2. don't ask for fem reader. i strictly write for male and gender-neutral audiences. any fem aligned people, please don't interact.

3. be patient. i have a life outside social media. i'm a busy man, and sometimes i'd rather not spend my free time writing fanfictions or i simply won't feel motivated to write.

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fandoms.

COD (Call Of Duty).

könig, capt. price, ghost, soap, alejandro, valeria, farah, alex, rudy, nikolai, gaz, graves.

AOT (Attack On Titan).

eren, zeke, mikasa, armin, jean, connie, sasha, erwin, levi, hange, reiner, bertholdt, annie, pieck, porco.

SPIDERMAN (ITSV + ATSV).

miles, peter b., miguel, gwen, hobie, pavitr, noir, penny, the prowler (miles).

BEASTARS.

legoshi, louis, haru, juno, jack, bill, pina, melon, riz, gohin.

HTTYD (How to train your dragon).

hiccup, astrid, fishlegs, ruffnut, tuffnut, snotlout.

TLOU (The Last Of Us/Show).

joel, tess, tommy, marlene, ellie.

MARVEL. (CLOSED)

tony starks, capt. america, peter parker, thor, dr. strange, bucky, scarlet, deadpool, gamora, black panther, ant-man, star-lord, mantis, nebula, bruce, natasha, loki, hawkeye, falcon.

ARCANE.

vi, viktor, jinx, vander, silko, ekko, caitlyn.

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what i write.

smut

angst

fluff

headcanons

gore

lemon

platonic

multiple characters x reader

various au's

pretty much anything

what i don't write.

incest

non-con/rape

crossovers

minor x adult (both have to be at least 18.)

any weird kinks (such as piss kink, foot fetish etc)

character x oc

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a/n: this will get updated whenever, so be sure to always check before requesting.

REQUESTS ARE CLOSED.

no, i haven't forgotten about the old requests—i believe there are four. i will get to them starting from tomorrow, 07/21. after i finish them my requests will be open (i deeply apologize to the people who had to wait so long in order to receive their fanfics).

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#requesting rules #request #author #writing

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your-favourite-space-girl · 1 year

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What i will write for:

-Fluff

-Angst(maybe)

-Hcs/headcannons

-Fem reader

-poly relationship

-AU's(just not A/B/O)

What i will not write for:

-Smut

-rape

-pedophile

-Character x Character(depends on the character and show, if their a couple in one of the shows then I'll accept it)

-zoophile

Shows and characters i will write for:

-Transformers Earthspark: Bumblebee, Optimus Prime, Elita-1, Megatron, Wheeljack, Robby Malto, Agent Schloder/Jon Schloder

-Transformers prime: Optimus Prime, Megatron, Breakdown, Bumblebee, Shockwave, Ratchet, Wheeljack(i don't write for them anymore)

-Transformers ROTB: Optimus Primal, Optimus Prime, Bumblebee, Mirage, Noah

-Batfamily: Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne, Tim Drake, Jason Todd, Damian Wayne, Duke Thomas

-Titans: Garfield Logan, Dick Grayson, Tim Drake

-Httyd/Drtte: Hiccup Haddock, Fishlegs, Snotloud

-bayverse ninja turtles: Ralphel, Casey Jones, Leonardo, Mikey, Donnatello, Vern, poly! Turtles brothers x reader(I don't write for them anymore)

-Mayhem ninja turtles: Ralphel, Leonardo, Mikey, Donnatello (i don't write for them anymore)

Arrow verse: Oliver Queen, Barry Allen, Cisco Ramon

#Your-favourite-space-girl #i will write #I will not write #Fandom #multi fandom blog #Multi Fandom

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Killing off Alvin

I have recently found one of my favourite parts of making httyd (books) fanfiction, and that is killing off Alvin in new and exciting ways. There is nothing wrong with the way he was killed in the books, yeeted into the stratosphere is a great was to go, but a man as terrible as Alvin deserves MULTIPLE deaths. Here is a list of the ones I wrote because why not.

1 : shot in the face by an eight year old wanderer (Hiccup x reader)

2 : gruesomely stabbed to death by a psyco lovesick teen (Hiccup x yandere reader)

3 : getting the shit beat out of him by Termagant. (Ghosts Au, a lot for this au is unpublished and I don’t think Termagant would kill him, but it would still be VERY painful for Alvin)

4 : beheaded by Hiccup (Villain Hiccup au)

5 : just straight up noped out of existence by a teen girl god (Lucid)

how would you have liked Alvin the Treacherous to be killed off?

#gore ment tw #httyd books #alvin the treacherous #Alvin can go die in a hole #I hate him so much #I mean he is a terrific villain and character but you know what I mean #Fanfiction

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noctusfury · 2 years

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My HTTYD Fanfic Ideas — Hiccup Leaves Berk AU

If you wanna check out the article (written by yours truly) that started all this, please click here and enjoy!

If you’re interested in checking out my list of story ideas about OTHER CHARACTERS leaving Berk, please go to this post down here!

Hiccup Leaves Berk AUs || X Leaves Berk AUs

These Hiccup Leaves Berk AUs will be unique and original from your run-of-the-mill HLB AU fics. All of these story plots will have Hiccup leave Berk in ways that I haven’t really seen in this trope. Most tend to go and follow the movie plots, and often do the same thing where he leaves for a number of years, comes back, defeats the Red Death, and permanently returns to Berk, and everyone lives happily ever after.

Instead, while I do plan on Hiccup returning to Berk in some of them (albeit realistically) others will explore the what-if of Hiccup NOT returning to Berk, and instead continues his new life, even if he reunites with Berk and even forgives them for what they’d done to him. For there are times where the damage has already been done and cannot be entirely fixed, and will show that there are times when actions can lead to permanent consequences.

Hiccup may also have the chance of NOT losing a foot / leg in some of these fics. Simply because it would be nice for Hiccup to KEEP both legs for once, and I’ve been seeing lots of readers complain about it. I’ve even READ fics where Hiccup has every advantage imaginable, and the battle against the Red Death was DIFFERENT from canon, and he STILL loses his foot!! So yeah, that’s getting fixed in some of these story ideas at least. And in some of these, Hiccup won’t even MEET the Red Death, and the dragon raids continue. In others, the Red Death has already been defeated, but he still leaves Berk — for one reason or another.

Keep in mind that it’s unlikely that I’ll complete this entire list. I may only be able to write but a few of these. If any of these stick out to you and you’d like me to choose this as a future project, please let me know.

Hiccup’s Saga/Wilderwest Saga (Young Chief AU)

A Hiccup-Leaves-Berk story with a ton of inspiration and elements of the Books, this story will be placed before the events of HTTYD 1 (Pre-HTTYD 1). When Stoick goes off to search for the Nest, 10/12-year-old Hiccup and his adopted brother Drift get abducted and taken by Danger-Brute warriors to the Dungeons at the behest of an unknown third party. There, the Chief of the Danger-Brutes imprisons them so that they don’t escape. While in the dungeons, they meet a fellow prisoner, Heather, daughter of Chief Osvald of the Berserkers, who has also been abducted and imprisoned.

Meanwhile, back on Berk, news of the “deaths” of Hiccup and Drift send shockwaves to the villagers. Even worse, a week after their disappearance, Stoick is still nowhere to be seen. Stoick’s brother decides to take over with his son Snotface Haddock (Book Snotlout) as Heir and declares Stoick to be dead. Not wanting to accept it, the Gang decide to go search for Stoick and warn them of what’s happened.

Can Hiccup and his brother escape the Dungeons of the Danger-Brutes, a prison said to be inescapable? Can they survive? And what happened to Stoick? Will the brothers be able to return to Berk and reclaim Hiccup’s birthright? Even more important: Can they do it without ending up with the Slavemark before then?

Switching Heirs (A Hiccup Leaves Berk AU)

(Takes place before and during HTTYD 1.)

A story that focuses on the stupidity of Stoick and Berk by not grooming Hiccup to be a competent Heir should anything happen to Stoick (seriously, if anything happened to Stoick, Hiccup would be 0% trained/prepared to take over as Chief), Berk gets a surprise visit from the Chief of the Shivering Shores and his Heir, Skathgard the Younger, who takes a shine to Hiccup. Rather impressed with his potential (and very unimpressed at Stoick’s disregard for training his Heir), Skathgard’s Heir convinces his father to make a proposal to Stoick that will strengthen the bonds between the two communities.

Both Chiefs will foster each other’s Heir as his own and take them under their wing for one month. If the results are satisfactory, then an additional year will be added to further educate the Heirs. Should Hiccup remain... Hiccup, then Stoick is free to adopt Skathgard’s Heir permanently and give Hiccup over to Skathgard as his replacement.

Liking the idea of Hiccup becoming better, and wanting Hiccup to be safe and out-of-the-way, Stoick agrees with the plan. And thus begins Hiccup’s tutelage and new life. Will Hiccup improve, or will he fail and remain... a Hiccup? Why has the young Heir of the Shivering Shores taken such an interest in Hiccup? Is it genuine, or is there more ulterior motives behind this gesture of friendship?

Hiccup the Outcast (Outcast! Hiccup AU)

Set in HTTYD 1. What if one of Hiccup’s attempts at killing a dragon resulted in someone’s death? Well... it’s not good. By Viking law, of course, this means that Hiccup must be banished from Berk as an Outlaw. Forced from his home, Hiccup struggles to survive in the Archipelago’s unforgiving climate. He then gets picked up by Alvin the Treacherous, what decision must he make?

The Berkian Berserker (Berserker! Hiccup AU)

This story idea was inspired by Berserker!Hiccup fanart by @baisleyarts , and whose gracious permission allowed me to use this idea for my own use.

Set in HTTYD 1. Wanting to solidify their alliance, Stoick exchanges his son Hiccup to Chief Osvald of the Berserker Tribe to foster in the hopes that Hiccup will become more Viking-like. As the years go by, Hiccup becomes more warrior-like and strong, adopting the Berserker life as his own — albeit a difficult one to deal with due to his mild and kind-hearted personality, as well as looked down on for being Berkian, despite not feeling any loyalty to them in the slightest. Still, he was nowhere near the derangedness of his foster brother.

By the time he’s 15/16, Berk has been slowly weakening from the Dragon attacks and the Outcast and Meathead raids. What’s worse is that Osvald mysteriously vanishes and Dagur claims to have slain him to take the throne for his own in a coup. Alarmed, Hiccup (renamed Hauberk or Brandur) and Thorvald conspire to overthrow him, find Osvald, and reinstate him as Chief once again.

When they go to Berk to sign the treaty, Dagur sees the weakness of Berk and reveals his cards to his relatives, causing Hiccup and Thorvald to secretly send a message to Stoick to warn him.

War is coming. Will Hiccup and Thorvald, with Berk’s aid, thwart Dagur’s schemes and also find Chief Osvald again? Or will Dagur succeed in his ambitions?

Like A Thief in the Night (A Hiccup Leaves Berk AU)

(Takes place either before or during HTTYD 1.)

When Trader Johann comes to Berk to sell his wares, Hiccup, after listening to his stories, longs to go adventuring, even becoming a trader and/or blacksmith and getting away from the miserable life he’s been living on Berk. So under cover of night, Hiccup packs up and sneaks aboard Johann’s ship. When the latter leaves Berk, he is found out but manages to convince Johann to not send him back but instead let him travel with him. This story will chronicle his journeys, the people he meets, and the experiences he lives through. Will he ever return to Berk? Would he even WANT to?

The Slavemark (A Hiccup Leaves Berk AU)

Slavery AU. Hiccup didn’t expect much, but he most certainly didn’t expect to get abducted by Uglithug slavers, branded with the Slavemark, and get transported with other Slaves towards Dyflin and other trade centers. Far from home, and now all-but-made-an-Outcast by the Slavemark, Hiccup has no choice but to bow his head and trudge through the rest of his life as a Slave, cold and alone.

Along the way, he meets a Slave girl by the name of Heather, and others besides, which help spark hope in the young Viking’s heart, and thus, in turn, sparks the desire to escape and once again live a free life. Will Hiccup ever escape and return to the life he once had — or at least get the chance to live a new life? Or will he be a Slave forever?

Losing One’s Identity (A Hiccup Leaves Berk AU)

Post-HTTYD 1. Hiccup loses his memory after defeating the Red Death, and has been sent adrift away from Dragon Island and to an island habited by another Tribe and lives among them, with one less foot and no idea who he is and where he comes from, and plagued with dreams and nightmares. Will he ever be reunited with Berk and his father and friends? Will he ever see Toothless again? Or will he permanently be detached from them — not only physically, but mentally as well?

One Man’s Hiccup is Another Man’s Treasure (A Hiccup Leaves Berk AU)

Pre/During HTTYD 1. Hiccup was sent adrift after having been confirmed a Runt, believing that he wouldn’t last long due to having been more early. Fate leads him towards a different island, a different Tribe, and into the arms of a different family.

Will the events that befell Hiccup had he stayed on Berk repeat in this new life? Or will he have a better or worse chain of events that will lead him towards a different path?

Meeting of the Heirs (A Hiccup Leaves Berk AU)

In an AU where, like in the Books, Vikings ride and train dragons, Hiccup and Stoick leave Berk to join a gathering of Chieftains and their Heirs and Young Warriors-to-Be with their dragons. Instead of congregating at the Shivering Shores, the Gathering was to be held at Grimbeard’s Peak, the third highest point in the Archipelago on the Mainland. It’s tradition for the Heirs and the other Warriors-to-Be of each generation to go there, not only to build bonds of fellowship between each other and the Tribes and alliances, but also to test them, whereby upon passing, they’ll be added on to their respective Tribes.

What will Hiccup experience in this journey? Will he meet new friends along the way? Or enemies?

Not All Those Who Wander Are Lost (A Hiccup Leaves Berk / Young Chief AU)

Hiccup leaves with Stoick and their retinue towards this year’s assembly, where Hiccup meets other Heirs like him, and interacts with other Vikings his age. It’s a new coming-of-age ceremony for the Heirs of their respective clans and is a chance for Chieftains to show off their sons proudly.

However, sharks lurk in the shadows, biding their time for an ambush in this gathering. When Ugli the Uglithug, King of the Mainland, drugs the Heirs — including his own Heir, Ugluk the Mighty — and has the Chief of the Danger-Brutes throw them in his dungeons in preparation of shipping them to the Slave Markets, while making it look like Alvin the Treacherous of the Outcast Tribe (not to be confused with the Outcasts near Berk) did the deed and incite the Tribes to destroy them, in his bid to seize the Throne of the Wilderwest.

Can the Heirs manage to break out and escape before they become Slaves? Can they be able to reunite with their fathers and uncover the conspiracy and Ug’s schemes before all is lost?

Hiccup’s Quest (A Hiccup Leaves Berk AU)

Set after HTTYD 1. After recovering from the Battle of the Red Death, Hiccup convinces his father to let him go on a Quest in search for his mother, who herself had been on a Quest to find answers concerning the Dragon Raids but had yet to return, and bring her back home. But he won’t be going alone.

Will he be able to find his mother and bring her back home safely?

Enough is Enough! (A Hiccup Leaves Berk AU)

Set before or during HTTYD 1. Tired of the abuse and isolation, Hiccup finally has had enough and decides to leave Berk — for good! So packing his belongings and stealing a small boat, Hiccup leaves Berk, never intending to come back, and is determined to create a new life for himself, and leave the Dragon Wars — and his old life — behind. But will Fate let him?

Hamish’s Heir (A Hiccup Leaves Berk AU)

Set Post-HTTYD 3. Eager to prove a valuable asset to his Tribe and family, Hiccup decides to leave Berk and go a-viking, eventually setting his sights on the Varangian Guard in Miklagard (Constantinople). (This part is set during HTTYD 1.) When he returns 10 years later, he’s wealthier, stronger, more confident, and more experienced. When he discovers the map leading to Hamish the First’s treasure, he decides to go and find it. And he finds it, making him to be a very rich man. Aside from this, he has a fleet of several ships and a retinue of loyal warriors. With Hamish the Second’s prophecy in the works, saying that he’s his true Heir and is destined to end the Dragon Wars, Hiccup decides that it’s time to return to Berk to show them just how much their “Useless” Heir has changed.

Will he be able to fulfill Hamish the Second’s prophecy, and end the Wars? Will he be able to impress his people? Or will he once again become a disappointment? And what about the political King’s Table being played behind closed doors and dark Halls as the power struggle on who’ll be the next Heir comes to its peak? Will Hiccup emerge victorious, or will he be forced to leave and build his own Kingdom and his own life?

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sivyera · 2 years

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Httyd characters falling in love with you

ft. hiccup, eret, tuffnut, snotlout, grimmel, astrid, ruffnut

A/N: Some characters (Hiccup, Tuff, Ruff and Astrid) in this headcanon are from httyd 1.

⤷ Hiccup

Hiccup would admiring you. He would admire every little thing about you and every little think you did. You were the only one who wasn't making fun of him for not being 'strong' enough, which made him fall in love with you. He would be blushing every time you touch him. And he would be shy around you. Everyone can saw how is he looking at you. Because he have so much love in his eyes. It's incredible. It took him a two days than he starts conversation with you by himself. But it was worth it! And don't worry soon he won't be able to hold his love for you anymore so he will tell you, soon.

⤷ Eret

Eret would be the one who would take it well. He knew he would fall in love someday. And he is glad it's you. But still he would be nervous and sometimes little flustered because I think he don't have any experience with dating. He was aimed on dragon hunting and with Drago's goal. But after the war with Drago, he could talk to you and support his feelings for you. He likes eating with you. Breakfast, lunch or dinner - doesn't matter, what matter is that he is with you. I don't think that Eret had some good food when he was hunting so that's why he likes eating with you. He would tell you his feeling after a month.

⤷ Tuffnut

After Tuff realized that he's in love with you, he would try to make you laugh, all day. And he would try impress you. Keyword 'try'. Because he failed multiple times, but he is still trying and he won't give up. One time he was trying to impress you about how intelligent he is, but he made himself look more dumb than he actually is. Ruffnut just laugh at him and she would tease him about it, like a LOT. Once she almost told you about Tuff's crush on you. Tuffnut beat her ass after that. He would try to flirt with you but it's similar with his 'impress try'. He would tell you after two or three months.

⤷ Grimmel

He would ignore you at first. He don't know how to love someone and he never thought he would fall in love. He didn't have a time for love, back then. And he will be frustrated about it. But he's just afraid, and he doesn't why which frustrates him. He would try talk to you and it would take him five tries to start talking to you. He maybe doesn't talk much bu he is definitely watching you. If he saw you getting uncomfortable he would help you. But discreetly, so no one knows. He would tell you his feeling after a year.

⤷ Snotlout

Constantly flirting and cocky comments. He would try to make good impression on you but Hookfang ruins it. Hookfang loves teasing him about it and ruins his flirting tries. But I think at some point he would be insecure because he would be stressed from his father. Playful fights. He loves to tease you when you lose. One time someone stole your dragon so you, Snotlout and Hookfang tried to find him/her. You sat behind Snotlout with your arms around his waist, which already made him feel nervous but you fall asleep on him. When he noticed you fall asleep on HIM - he felt amazing. Because you trust him to the point when you can fall asleep next to him. You trust him that hi will protect you. He would confess his feeling after a five months.

⤷ Astrid

Astrid would be... confused. She have to focus on her training and on becoming the strongest viking. She just don't have time for love. But she can't command love, so when she didn't focused on her feelings they just grow up and now they were bigger and more stronger. So she couldn't hold them anymore. She would try talk to you and try to find what you like. She would think about you a lot. At first she couldn't sleep because everything she had in mind was you, but she get use to it. And now you are the reason why she's going in bed early, so she can think about you. She would tell you her feeling after eight months.

⤷ Ruffnut

Ruffnut can fall in love pretty easily, but he crushes didn't last longer than few days. You prove her wrong tho, she had a crush on you for a six months but she still isn't ready to tell you. She loves spending her time with you. Most common things you two do are sleepovers and having lunch together. You two can talk for hours and don't get bored. Tuff would tease her about it which in most cases end up a fight. She would let you play with her hair. And she feel so calm when you are around. She would tell you her feelings when she is ready.

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oncewhenalongtimeago · 2 months

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love the duality of just like magic. readers living in a cute cottagecore story and hiccup is living in an eldritch fantasy without the horror with powers beyond his comprehension beyond every turn, be it dragon, or the cute girl who just Appeared one day. looking forward to see what you do with it :]

Just Like Magic pt 3

Pairing: Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III x Reader

Words: 7,849

Hiccup goes into shock.

Tags: Witch!reader, optimistic/cheery reader, female reader, httyd 1, fluff, unedited

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Hiccup... Forger. The Chief’s son?

He was an odd boy, sort of stiff and twitchy, with a red, nearly burned-looking face.

You thought it could have something to do with the orange light flickering from inside his smith’s hovel. Maybe he’d spent too long by the fire. His hair, too, was decently full of soot, more dark in the front and over the top than by the back, where it stood up brighter than the rest, as if he’d fallen asleep on his face in a pile of soot, which was nearly funny.

You couldn’t tell the difference between freckle or smudge, what with the layer of film on his cheeks and the darkness being so thick- he probably hadn’t noticed it at all, if he was a smith’s apprentice, too used to it. He didn’t look like he did.

You wanted to hum with mirth, fingers threading twine into simple loops over loops in a wide array.

The name barely registered with you at all then and you couldn’t find too much of a reason to mind now. You weren’t even sure if he was the right ‘Hiccup.’ After all, it wasn’t a very uncommon name on Berk.

You sighed as you shifted, the drop in temperature and the feel of running weight the only sign that anything was there, cool liquid shifting over your feet as they rested in the water.

Past the heavy cloth of your waist wrap you felt the many bumpy edges of water-worn rock pressing into your bottom, one rim of a set of very shallow tide pools at the edge of a beautiful blue-green water.

You only carried your net, a comb attached to your belt besides, something you used to untie string occasionally, and the baubles attached to your person.

Your toes pressed lightly into silt-sand as you tied a knot with two fingers, closing the end of your mesh.

You looked down at it, satisfied.

The twine you’d used to make it was perhaps a tad thinner than was needed to make something sturdy, though you were guilty of doing that on purpose. You enjoyed making the nets, weaving strings simply, mindlessly.

Habitually, you ran your finger along the charms around your wrists, most of which usually spent their time pinned and hugging belts and sleeves until you could find the right hands to hold them and to wear them.

There weren’t so many today, too warm to weight down your wrists with thick numbers of beads and weave, though you carried a few- two lucky pearls securely wrapped in green thread and a tabby-weave twill in the diamond pattern, illusionistic squares in yellows, reds and blues traveling up its length.

One of the pearls- you could gift it to Inga. It might uplift her spirits even if it wouldn’t sell in the markets, or maybe you could give it to Bo, who had gray eyes which took on light in a way that reminded you of it, though you were loathe to give the absurd man such a sentimental item.

You could try Ase, who was never not eager for a precious thing, though she was prone to brag about it, a huge fan of anything Viking-crafted in the special style, with her own rows of necklaces attached to brooches and cloaks resting in her home, hanging from wooden hooks and racks along rafters. It didn’t feel right, though.

Picking at the knot holding the twill to your sleeve, you unraveled it and pulled its loop through one of your net’s. At that moment, you decided- It would be something interesting for the fish. A lure, not that you needed one.

You smiled again as you finished tying the tassel tightly into your net.

When the Gronkle had rushed him, he hadn’t been thinking- he hadn’t been sure whether he would live or die. He wasn’t thinking of anything more than the fact that the dragon was there and it was rearing, probably the result of one too many close brushes with death.

His whole life had been defined by a run from deadly dragons. He’d gotten more bruises and gashes than he could count. The Gronkle was vicious, angered, bloodlusted-

“Dragons always go for the kill.” They always, always went for the kill. Gobber said…

Boots digging into and flopping out of the sand as he walked, Hiccup grimaced, bringing his hand down from where he’d brushed it past his chin, still quite depressingly free of peachy hair. “Dragons…”

His boots- even if he was careful, he knew he would find sand in them later.

His arm flopped even as he left his other lightly clutching at his elbow so that it rested at an awkward angle as he finally looked up and took a large breath.

He blinked his eyes open slowly, with a slight drowsy, feeling slightly sun-drunk and pleasant despite his troubles.

If he hadn’t known what ale tasted like, or honey mead, he’d have assumed this was it.

“Oh.”

For the second time, he was surprised by his surroundings, though this time his circumstances could not be excused so easily by coincidence.

It was something out of a fantasy- It had to be something from a dream.

He’d known he was on a beach, though it hadn’t been so…. Pleasant-looking the last he’d looked, and he was sure at some point that it had turned back to forest, though he hadn’t yet begun his hike back up.

He was unsure how or when he’d gotten this far at all- he’d just been on recess, and he still had to be back by sundown, before Gobber would gather the lot of them all up at dinner for study.

It was a narrow stretch of beach with a set of tide pools and a sheer cliff face behind, with water that was clear and inviting, moving slowly and without the thick passion of the deep blues that crashed violently against and assaulted the island’s sides.

The cliffs were tall enough to nearly reach the sun, to cause vertigo and to have his neck touching neck and head aching as he peered back and yet it was positioned at the wrong angle to cast any sort of huge, imposing, never-ending shadow.

It was nice.

He usually felt small in the shadow of such gigantic things, which was always brought to its worst whenever he’d been left to his own in the Great Hall in the times when there was nothing but a single torch to light his way, base longer than his arm and yet still not bright enough to give him more than a few feet of visibility and when it was just him and the statues.

They were large, staggering, carrying the likenesses of each Chief that had come before his Father. Overcast by their cold, cold shadow, worse than any whipping, violent, snowing night, Hiccup always felt something a little bit like fear and a lot more like dread.

Their circular, simplistic eyes, larger than two of his heads turned to one. They seemed the most alive then, the most imposing, the most judgemental, the most soul-seeing- and they always found him lacking. They were guardians of legacy, all part of an array, one Hiccup knew he would never join as a blacksmith’s apprentice.

Berk had a few beaches yet none nearly as nice as this, so beautiful and impossible to find using anything but feeling alone. He was sure there was not a single other Viking who’d ever touched its shores.

Too bad Hiccup wasn’t at all in the mood to enjoy it.

He scratched along his jaw with one hand again, catching painfully on a sore spot there- whether it was a blemish or a burn, he wasn’t sure, but the catch and the dull, full-to-soreness feeling there led him to believe it was a blemish.

It was what he got for spending so long in the forge, though he was not particularly bothered enough to care.

Looking back, where pretty weeds and saturated grasses began to sprout from the sand, there was the forest and a set of ferns a lot longer and fuller than he’d ever remembered passing through, his hands to his sides the whole time. They were large enough to obscure the view back into the forest, with its thick trees and nearly tropical, foreign foliage, with long sprouts and oddly tear-shaped leafed vines.

Some of these plants shouldn’t have grown all together, he was sure, and yet they did in plenty.

He spotted in the treeline what could have been a Medlar, his eyes drifting as, half crouched, he slowly turned back around, the flat pads of his boots lightly shifting against the sand.

Sprouting from the cliffs where jagged rock and sand touched was a plant which looked like a broom with most of its brussels picked all out of it or a burnt scalp with only a few thin hairs poking from the top. Its leaves looked like they came from the thin stems of a real vine, with three parts, jagged-looking edges and yellow clover buds at the end.

Hiccup squinted.

He wasn’t so good at naming plants, though he was sure this something began with a ‘t,’ though the name eluded him. It was something ferocious, though its purpose was much more humbling. Tormenter- torment…

Berk’s healers had been very local about the need- he could bring it back to the village for Gothi and the rest. He would not be hailed with honor though he would get a nice pat on the back.

Unlike it should, the feeling didn’t make him feel anything but terrible, something dark doing its rounds in his chest, somewhere between and around where his lungs should be.

He knew from a first glance that this was one of the kinds of places that should remain untouched, not in spite of any others but for the sake of its own beauty, in respect for its life and in an effort to mitigate any harms he might bring to it.

He felt slightly selfish for the thought -a good part of him wanted to keep this all to himself- and for the want he still had, the one that asked him to deface such a sacred place for naught but a momentary reward. He didn’t deserve to be greedy after being so shameful, his person not terrible not for the blood crusting on his hands, more instead for the lack of it.

There was some evil in being peaceable, in having regret. Pure things did not belong to pure people, though he had a hard time finding himself to be pure at all.

Hiccup shook his head.

He could see what else he could find, if not for boon, then just for the chance that it might bring him distraction for a short while.

The only thing to do was to start forwards. It really- it really wouldn’t hurt to look.

Hiccup turned fully. The unbalanced feeling that came from being on uneven ground was offset by the solidness of the sand beneath his feet. It became nearly unnoticeable as he began moving again.

The bar of sand only got narrower just as the tiny rock pools lining the difference between sand and ocean only got larger, the only thing visible to him past that being the vast horizon of the sea, different here to any other he’d seen over any other part of the island.

The cliff face began to curve overhead, and while caution said he should stay away from the cliff lest anything crumble or fall, he moved towards it anyways.

He glanced down only briefly as sand became stone beneath his feet and the leftover grains either wedged into the treaded bottoms of his shoes or ground sharply against them, like a bunch of pebbles in a basket but of a higher pitch, all striking against each other discordantly.

He walked along the cliff, one hand on the rock face, leaning against it as the path became narrower, the ocean’s waters lapping at his soles.

He wasn’t sure he’d ever seen a tide pool in person before- It had to be low tide.

He ogled at what could have been a starfish, a lumpy-looking red thing with multiple tentacle-like limbs clinging to one of the rocks in the most awkward, interesting contortion.

Berk didn’t have too many, all steep cliffs and hungry underwater dragons. The same went for mussels. The only things Berk had in abundance were algae and fish, though all of the above seemed to coexist in this place comfortably.

“Gods, what-...” A very thin, lighter green layer of algae surrounding the starfish, swirling like a thin layer of smoke, the darting of a small, finger size, thin silver-and-baby-cobalt fish darting in a small pool a bit further up, and a blooming bustle of closed light brown and gray mussel shells in the water, which came as a surprise to him- this whole area was lively in a way that the rest of Berk was not.

He hadn’t been sure that there was anything else to know on this island, to explore, and yet- There was one by his foot where the pool was so shallow and the water so little that it seemed to be nearly invisible.

He eyed white bubbles, the only tell that anything might have been in there at all, so unlike the sometimes yellowish sea foam by the docks. It was nearly insignificant, and yet the lack of a fishy smell and the gently rhythmic sound of rushing water had his stomach turning, feeling prickly- or maybe it was fluttering. He couldn’t tell.

Hiccup sighed, his hand leaving the face of the cliff.

Stepping forwards, he did not at all anticipate the way his boot caught on a sharp, bumpy ledge or rock, or the way his arms shot out in an effort to balance him, his left elbow jabbing quite disconcertingly against solid stone.

You stretched, a sharp noise pulling from your throat, overwhelmed with satisfaction, feeling your wrap pull against your waist as you raised your arms all the way into the air, struggling to keep loose fabrics in place.

You heard something sharp then, a sound half-rasped, shouting perhaps the name Ack, or maybe Ake, or maybe it was just a noise overlaid by the sound of a splash, something thin and sudden as if only part of a hard object had skirted over a shallow liquid’s surface.

Startled, your own shoulders jumped.

A peal of laughter, not at all echoey like he’d have expected with the tall, curving cliffs and the odd rules of this beautiful place- it was tinkling not in the sense that it sounded like metal at all, though it was similar in that it gave the same exact feeling he’d been given by listening to the twittering sound of gentle bells.

It was a sound he’d heard only once, one he could only ever visit through soft, hazy memory- a wizened, tanned hand holding up a pair of delicate balls, small, tiny, quiet, another hand cradled below it in the air as if they were something worth holding, as if it couldn’t bear not to be apart from them for a moment, even as they were being so delicately handled.

It was something that stuck with him, from a time when he’d had nothing but chubby child’s cheeks which he rested above ginormous baggy sleeves, leaning over a small crate as the flooring bobbed back and forth with the tides, his knees bending with it.

They were nothing anyone on Berk had thought to buy nor were they anything he could afford as a small child with nothing to trade and a pitiful, single allowance of one rune, which he’d spent earlier on a shiny roman coin, one his father later threw into the sea.

Flailing his way free of the vertigo brought on by his clumsy wobbling, he blinked, glancing around for a second, searching for confirmation that he really wasn’t alone before he spotted you, meeting you directly in the eye as you peered back around the corner of the cliffs, instilling in him the idea that at the end of the tide pools wasn’t just a walk-less edge, but also a corner.

Your softer laughter was discernible, more than anything else along that beach, yet light and not at all sharp or grating, a sound so precious and high it was almost nothing, barely smothered by puffed cheeks and a palm to the mouth.

A smaller Hiccup would have yearned to know that he did not have to travel over the seas to find such a pretty treasure- that to hear it, he’d just need to see you.

Fate, Something inside him shouted insistently.

He balked, like something thin and nearly imperceptible had been tugging him by the chest. It was gone now.

In the day, the danger were the forest boars, tall as a man and thrice as strong. Now, to him, you brought to mind myths of fairy circles, traps, magic moss and fungus on purple bark. To him, you were dangerous.

He tried to remember if he’d stepped between anything suspicious past odd flowers even as you’d begun to duck away, something like startle raising your brows and shying your smile, in him, giving way to mild frustration and another thing just as wild in his chest. “Wait-”

It was all a blur as he made to pursue, something he only experienced in flashes, even as he lived the moment.

“Hey-!” The tide rocks below felt stabbing, even through his soles, his imbalance all but forgotten as he stomped and splashed through pools.

He wasn’t sure when he’d fully rounded the corner or when rock had turned back to sand.

You yelped as he pursued and once again as he made quite the similar, strangled noise.

His foot caught and something in his lower stomach dived up his spine, rendering his alarm to physical feeling, his knees’ nerves lit with the same emotion as they ceased function and he tripped face-first into the sand, his chin grinding into grain.

Sand stuck itself to his coat and shirt, his hands pressing flat against it as it rubbed itself into his palms.

The same moment he felt the tight pull of something holding his ankles closer together was the same moment his torso jerked compulsively in a way that curled him to the side as he skidded, his neck and upper back taking the bunt force of his fall.

He hadn’t realized how hard he’d been knocked until his lungs failed to breathe against themselves as if he’d been assaulted with two punches by a flat hand, palm first in the center of his chest.

He took a pathetic moment to breathe in the sand and to feel it warm against the flat of his arm before he pulled away, spitting and nearly choking on it.

Hiccup cursed his luck.

He’d missed his step and slipped, falling fully face first onto his knees in the sand with his rump nearly sticking into the air. How embarrassing.

You hadn’t screamed yet- he supposed he could be grateful for your good humor, despite the fact that it looked as if he’d launched himself at you.

After a moment of pause, during which Hiccup had finally come to a stop and had spent some time with his elbows bent, stiff and still, his rapid-fire mind coming to a hard stop for the first time in a very long while, he opened his eyes and looked.

His fall was such that though he lost all of his breath, he had no hurts or sores, the sand cradling him in a way that slid against him, imprinting against flesh and armoring him instead of ripping skin.

His legs and lower back strained slightly as he lifted his feet together into the air, spread slightly apart so that he could give them both a better look. It was all a mess, netting tangled just as if it was a ball of something loosely knitted that had been sitting in a drawer for some while and not a single soul could be bothered to spend the trouble it would take to unwind it. The thin twine wrapped unevenly around his furred ankles in a way that meant that some parts were afforded slack while others were tight enough that he could almost feel them through his boots.

He heard what might have been the light slap of feet against water, though they were not his. It only just barely precluded the sound of water against thatch, which would have told him first what the weighty feel of wet sand did if it hadn't sprayed the back of his head first.

Finding the strength in his fingers and arms, coughing slightly, he could do nothing but look up at you as he pushed himself up, feeling both indignant and a touch forlorn.

“Sorry,” You squeaked.

He blinked at you, astonished.

Hiccup’d never known a fairy to say sorry, though there was a first time for everything, nevermind the fact that he wasn’t sure he’d ever seen a fairy, either.

He was unsure of whatever else he’d had plastered across his face, for never before had his indignation or his forlorn-ness ever been enough to give anyone pause, though he was sure it reflected the scandal he must have felt, if not to a mild degree than a comical one as you let out a startled, slightly nervous laugh, once again clapping a palm to your mouth before the sound had even finished leaving your lips, muffling it to Hel.

As people were prone to do upon hearing the creaking of wooden faces and the scratching sudden tear of metal as a keg burst into smithereens, in that moment, there was a tension so high he felt the need to wince and duck, to clutch at the back of his head and press his nose to the floor.

Instead, a startling moment turned into something else.

He let out a short, half-choked laugh of his own, a mutual understanding lighting up between the two of you as his fingers sunk deeper into beach sand.

Your lax hand falling to your chest, you were beaming, the slit of your eye and the pull of the side of your mouth to the thick of your cheek conveying a feeling that couldn’t be anything but both mischievous and merry, making Hiccup feel as if he were the sun itself.

Two eyes meeting, a mirrored smile, off by nothing more than a nail, a handshake, the thick, envious tightening of his lungs- of course he’d known what it meant, having always seen it from the outside, and yet to experience it as one member of a two-person fold felt euphoric, a joy that bloomed from just the simple fact of knowing in the most genuine sense that the person he was with felt happy too.

For the first time ever, he felt Viking-brave, as if he’d conquered the world and had been worthy enough to stand before it, his hands gripping the handle of a golden sword, boots iron as a knight’s, resting atop the flat face of a polished marble pedestal. He felt more courageous than he had ever felt standing over a rustled, battered dragon with a dull knife.

He would play your fairy game, and he wouldn’t lose you- to you, against you, you. Not now nor anywhere along this beach, should it begin to stretch forever and trap him here in this place outside of time.

Light seemed to glance off your eye as if drawn, to highlight your mischief.

Whatever he’d gotten from your exchange had also very apparently made you brazen, your features going stiff in a way he could only call impish.

Hiccup glanced down at his ankles for a very brief second, nearly missing as you turned quite clumsily and began trying to finish running your way down the beach.

“Wait- come back!” He could go for his knife, but- he spent too much time tugging at the twine, thin string digging into the folds of his fingers before he quickly realized he wouldn’t be able to get his boots free fast enough to make after you.

He didn’t know if there was an end to this beach at all, nor did he know where it truly started, and if he stayed, well, he was sure he would lose track of you forever.

His heart was racing as he shoved one boot off with his hand, kicking a divet into the sand, his thumb catching on the ankle of his trouser leg, tugging as he tried to push himself up off the sand, nearly tripping him again as it shifted his balance forwards.

Instead, he used the force of his fall as a crutch as he pushed himself up and, hopping, he kicked off his other boot as he began to run, brushing off his nose and tongue as he went, blowing out tiny bits of sand.

He could see the rest of the beach ahead. There wasn’t much, pools turning to grains then back into stone structure he was familiar with on the land surrounding Berk’s larger stack, one which lined multiple sides of the island, the same island that rendered him -and all the other Vikings- nothing but a small cut off a grain of sand compared to such vast, imposing landmarks.

Hiccup wondered if he’d run to see the other side of them, if he might be able to make out the village, or if he would be able to make out any of the pillars towering tall enough to meet Gothi’s hut on even ground.

Really, ‘Stack’ or ‘Pillar’ didn't do them any justice- they were more than land, tall rising columns of stone coming up from the ocean which grew larger than the hall, overshadowing a set of geometric plateaus, all making up the exact same shapes in all identical mineral colors.

They occupied a league of the ocean that all men avoided sailing past, given a wide berth so that they looked like nothing but a small pick over a wide horizon, spouting cautionary tales and lectures.

Any boat would be torn to wooden splinters before it could reach even a league from any stem, wider than two huts, the sea below moving quick enough to obscure the shallow rock underneath, a place to which sealife fled and fish prospered, under and around.

Every few generations, when catches were few, tensions were high, and bellies were so starved that ribs were worn more freely than furs, the temptation would grow too much and some lone Viking would be speared to death along its depthless, jagged ends, seeking feed and glory.

Hiccup felt the same in that moment- just another boy who was not worthy of the Viking bloodline, would be culled, stricken from his clan’ records, too weak to do anything but fall in the face of his own whims.

He should have turned back- should have never seen you, should have done his best to unravel whatever trick had ensnared him, and yet he pursued you relentlessly anyways.

Perpendicular columns rose in the shape of a hill like an uneven staircase or a set of shallow walls. You were running up a group of them like they were a particularly shallow set of steps, wide, tall and angled in a way that made it so he couldn’t see the top at all, the closer he got, the less he could see as ledges rose above him, feeling as if they were moving on their own, his motion and the evenness of all the rocks doing something dizzy to his eyes.

He rushed up after you, the soles of his feet slamming painfully against flat stone, his foot’s arch protesting with each landing.

What you made look easy, dancing up as if you were the down on a feather’s stem, being lifted up by the breeze with baggy waist wrap in either hand, was much steeper for him.

“Hey-!” Hiccup started as he nearly tripped again over one geometric ledge, the end of one heel disappearing above him.

Just out of view, you laughed like a mirage during devastating winter, just barely out of reach by some length’s measure, something soft calling through the overwhelming sound of whipping wind and snow, except it wasn’t at all near the time for blizzards or ice.

You were by the sea, so maybe you weren’t a fairy or a witch- maybe you were a siren instead. A pretty girl sent to lure him to his doom after the Gods had found him lacking.

Hiccup had done his best- so if this was his reward, then he would take it with pride.

As he hauled himself up onto more even ground, fingers gripping and slipping fruitlessly back towards his palms, he expected to meet you face to face.

However, to his surprise, instead he met a split in the columns where the calm sea rushed in like stormy waters, forming an odd, angry impasse.

The water rushed in a way which told him there should have been a storm, pushing and pulling water in uneven waves from multiple directions, swirling tumultuously, though the sea to his right was still clear and blue. Maybe there was something, some system underneath in its depths that made it act in such a way, though above the water, Hiccup couldn’t see it.

To his left- a cave? His attentions were drawn to it by the sudden, overwhelming waterfall of sound, harsh and ringing in an echoey manner.

It was not really a cave. Though it was deep enough to be called solidly concave, it looked shallow, as if a large hand had just taken as deep a scoop as it could from the side and it had crumbled away into the ground like a scoop of sand from the world outside, yet the waves inside of it were rough, nearly level as they crashed with force into the rock.

Light seemed to bow away from it, slightly darker than it should have been given its lack of depth.

The farthest wall was bare of any platform though on both sides there was something, the cleft on yours much larger than his, a place where some moss grew at the point Hiccup was sure the ground became dryer, farther away from the soak of the rocky ocean world inside, though he was sure it was that same tumult that kept it so green, spray cascading down over it regularly.

From there, he blinked suspiciously up at where you stood on the other side on the opposite end of it, nearer to the ocean where he had been closer to the cliffs.

Meeting his eyes, you smirtled at him with playful smugness, in your arm the vertical length of a small wooden bridge, planks uneven with obvious nails sticking from multiple directions in the place one slab met another.

Hiccup glanced down where, clearly enough, there was a square-looking imprint in the place where mists of water from the rushing pass darkened the stone in splatters and pools.

“That’s not fair,” He deadpanned, looking up at you again, glancing, searching for a way across- any way.

Shuffling his feet briefly on the top of the plateau, he looked to his left and then back at you.

There was an area in the cave where the columns were close at the very end. He might be able to make the jump.

There was the ocean, too. He had no clue what lay under those currents, though he suspected it would be much the same as in the cave. Really, the cave- it was his best bet.

Water crashed and rose quickly at nearly an equal ground with his pathway, covering it in slippery water, harboring what was surely invisible, wet algae, lining both the faces and edges of each and every stone.

Here, there was no such thing as grip, only balance

Water cracked against basalt columns so even in form it looked almost hand crafted, the sound so loud he thought he might be able to hear his bones whistling and trembling under their might. He was sure he’d slip under its intensity. He might fall, made lighter than air in the face of might.

Rough waters and dark crystal blues under heavy, pure white foam- If he fell, they would shove him completely under and press him towards the bottom of the cave floor with a ferocity that would split him in two.

To be in there was not just to hear it, just as to see it was not to only look at it. To be in there was to bear witness to all of it at once, magnified by itself over and again.

If the beach was peaceful, then this was a terror, beautiful in its own right just as it was ferocious. Like a coin, every face had two sides.

Hiccup was glad he’d shed his boots as he took his first step forwards, the ground just slightly slicker under his feet, the wet slap of his feet against flat stone, covered in a texture that was not just slimy but also felt like a million soft, tiny arms against his more sensitive feet causing him to shift his shoulders ever as he lifted them higher in the name of balance.

“-ey! Wai-” Hiccup heard something that might have been your voice.

He didn’t look to see if you’d stumbled after him on the other side

He didn’t check to see if you’d laid the bridge down for him either or if you’d chosen to throw it away- No one had ever laid a bridge down for him, not since he was a small child, if ever. He’d accepted that, and now, with a single-minded focus, he was determined to get himself to the other side.

In fact, Hiccup was impressed with himself, walking with hunched shoulders and bent knees, keeping steady over the slick surface, though the broiling of the ocean water got worse the further he went into the cave.

It made the tumult outside feel like nothing of note- nothing more than something to be vaguely weary of as he teetered along the edge. That was something else, something rapid.

The water swirled, for the most part, not at all synchronous, though every once in a while there would be a large dip in the water level.

He crouched, more determined than he'd been since being rushed by the Arena Gronkle earlier that day. Sure, it was dangerous, but by the end of dragon training, he’d have probably lost his life anyways, so what did he really have to lose?

Hiccup wondered if the ground beneath his feet hollowed out, if there was where water rushed to and from, where such testy currents had been born- fifteen seconds.

Fifteen seconds was how long it took for the water to dip and sway, to make it less than level, to give him room to make it to the other side.

The length of the leap was no more than perhaps the length of his leg, maybe one half more.

There was an indent in one of the basalt columns rising from the water made by the place one geometric shape dipped and became another. If he could reach it- if he could leap across, he wouldn’t have to worry about any of it, though if it came down to it, and he had the mind, he could grab ahold there.

Hiccup grimaced and waited.

He waited until the wave bowed and receded, making way for the next large crash

As he applied force to his foot and lept, his toes slipped, and then his dorsum.

He felt weak as he pushed off as if he’d only accidentally flung back a thin sheet of paper with his launch and now he was just plain falling.

He felt see-through as some sharp ricochet up and down his spine, his mouth opening and as he did- something? He couldn’t hear anything leave his lips, left more than flailing without the surety of his own voice and the absence of his thought.

He’d been more than punched, ribs feeling as if they’d been jabbed backwards into his flesh as his chest made hard contact with stone.

Hiccup couldn’t think as he slid back.

It was not a full thought that lit his mind with something bright, filling him with a single-minded alarm that had him immobilized for another long moment.

His fingers hurt as he grabbed with as much force as he could, hands dragging slightly, his nails hurt as they pressed against stone, forced back as pressure was applied in the wrong direction, pulling directly from the face of the nail all at once, digging against stone and stuffing algae in the place between fingernail and flesh.

Hiccup tried to wheeze but he couldn’t- it was too wet as he gasped in most as drops of water, not at all fighting against the unpleasant feel of nail skidding against a chalky, blunt surface at the wrong angle as he scrabbled.

As he was pulled back towards the sea and down towards death, something pulled taut around his wrist, pulling, hefting his forward and dismantling his grip all at once with a weak yank.

With his simple thought, he knew nothing but the ice surrounding the lower part of his body, feeling nothing but the clutch of something hot around his wrist and palm.

It tugged you with him for just a moment.

He couldn’t see anything but your face, blurred by the feel of water slapping the side of his head suddenly, though he could feel the give of your body as he jerked back with the waves, full of dread for a moment as he expected to be completely pulled back and drowned violently.

He would have shed his coat if he could, grabbing at your wrists tightly-

You pulled back with your full weight, falling back in a way which must have hurt, landing roughly as he himself was righted, just enough that, despite the water shoving at his calves, the slip of the stone under his knees and his one arm still held by your grip, sleeve tugged by your hands around his wrists, he was able to inch forwards, to a distance and in a way which freed him from the rapids behind and below.

He was able to push himself up as you, albeit at a race that was a measure slower, scooted back to standing, a motion which finally brought him to dryer ground, algae slick giving way to a dryer rock.

The ankles of his trousers were sopping wet, and half of his coat, too, where the water had slammed into him, yet he did not think of that, even as a drooling trickle of water gathered along the place his sole met stone.

Everything felt slightly unreal, both fast and sluggish as if he was watching something searching for another under a thick blanket, observing the process yet not truly understanding what was going on underneath.

Your eyes carried a worry conveyed by the upward cinch of your brows.

Surely Hiccup was happy to have been snatched from death. He felt that, and yet- maybe his eyes had been dry, or the damp seawater had done something to throw him off, however, he felt as if he was looking at the world through new eyes.

He felt something growing and grabbed your other hand, to keep you both steady.

His hands- they felt thick at times and somewhat clumsy during others, usually unless he was in the forge, where some things came easier to him than a fish sliding through the water. Though young, he was sure he’d lost most sharp feeling in them.

Really, many blacksmiths and warriors had by his age, rended to pieces by both metal, dragon-heated blade handle and just plain dragonfire. It was practically part of the coming-of-age, and yet, somehow, your palms were soft. Lightly calloused and only very sparingly scarred in a way that spoke of luxury.

In his chest, he knew in that moment that whatever had been meant for him before had been broken.

He’d never thought about it.

Hiccup wasn’t the time to turn over stones or to ponder the meaning of life. He didn’t pay attention to the measure of warmth in a paw or whether or not he could feel for any heartbeat there, nor did he ever care about the way the lines in a palm might feel under his hand or wonder how the patterns on another’s pads might look.

However, in that moment, he’d never felt anything so truly alive under his fingertips. The feeling blustered past the cold of the sea spray covering the surface of your skin to feel the warmth underneath.

It was all wordless. Nothing you said he could hear over the waves, his mouth parted just slightly as he stared at you, all weird and human and non-human.

After you looked back once again, panting hard and really confirming that you were on dry ground, you fell back again with your full weight, landing tiredly against a moss-cushioned column, its shape wide and tall enough to make a decent stool.

“Really,” You lamented, though you both sounded just as frightened and harried as he had been, “You could have gone around the other way.”

The whole beach seemed to quiet down a measure, or maybe his focus was much too tuned in on you to hear anything else.

“Uhm-” Hiccup started, still reaching, unable to think of anything coherent, glancing to his side, finishing lamely; “It wouldn’t have been quick enough.”

He felt as if he shouldn’t look, as if he’d caught a glimpse of something vulnerable, though there was not a trace of any emotion hidden on any part of your face.

As his own breathing evened, he looked with half-unprocessing everything, not seeing or knowing much, though something caught his eye, nestled between columns and moss to his back on the side of him absent of you.

Nestled between the rocks was… Hiccup wasn’t sure what it was.

Absently, distractedly, or perhaps in an effort to raise up some sort of real distraction, he reached a hand towards it, fingers brushing past a rotten-looking yellow-green thing at the tip of his nail catching against rough fabric as he grabbed what he thought might be its face.

Feeling the tug of you against him he grabbed it as you stumbled away with him in tow.

Its body was a nasty dirty gray-blue, only just large enough to fit into his hand. It felt unpleasant to the touch, algae seeping into and out of its pores, worse than the slime against the rocks and his feet in that this could shift and move easily, so it felt as if Hiccup was touching the bodily waste of something alive.

Examining it, grimacing, Hiccup decided that it had to be a doll, though it didn't feel like much more than a rag.

He had to wonder what it was doing here.

It couldn’t have been here long, where the moisture should have caused it to rot away into dust and mold, though there was a small part of him that wanted to disagree, recalling how nothing else here worked as it should.

He had to wonder why you weren't in dragon training, though as he’d found, you were somewhat good at going under the radar.

Past the turmoil in his chest, Hiccup was dazed, though he wasn’t sure if it was because of the danger or just because of you.

He jumped slightly as he felt the light of day over his face again.

“How are you here?”

“How am I-” Hiccup started, then stopped. He wasn’t actually sure how he’d gotten here. “...What is this place?”

“If I-” gesturing with the rotten doll, nearly flinging it with his loose grip back into the ruckus of the water in the impasse.

You shrugged, “If you’re here, then it’s something you need. I think.”

“I didn’t mean to be here.” Hiccup said mournfully, after a moment of opening his mouth wide and closing it.

You seemed unsure for a moment, your brows cinching again. It seemed out of order.

“Hold still,” You smiled, the tips of your front teeth pinning your bottom in a way that looked silly and girlish and very slightly, endearingly stupid. It still seemed unsure, as if you couldn’t decide what to do with him.

He wasn’t sure what you’d done to him- if you’d instilled some kind of mark or charm on his person as you patted his shoulders, though he didn’t care

Breeze past his ear, whistling hard enough to sound echoey against the still hollow of his drum like air blown parallel above the hole in an urn. If he thought about it, he might be able to make out some tune from the noise.

“What’s that?” You asked, looking down.

He lifted the hand with the small, ragged plush with its large stitches, having let it go limp.

“I… found it. Whoever it belonged to… I just had a feeling I should keep it.” Hiccup grimaced.

You smiled, speaking, though he still couldn’t hear much over the roaring of the water to your side as he unfocused by a measure and began to come back to himself, “-always find their way back.”

As he stared, he hadn’t realized you’d gone and dropped down the bridge. “Hurry along, there’s something I think you need to be doing.”

Hiccup furrowed his brows, blinking absently, “You mean you’re not going to keep me here?”

“Isn’t there somewhere you need to be?” You asked again soothingly, guiding him over gentler impasse waters with your hands on his back at the part where his spine dipped just above his hips. “Before the tide rises…”

His legs, which moved with a monotonous evenness despite the uneven creaking of the makeshift bridge below, would have surely been unsteady if he’d realized at all what was happening, his knees shaking with strain and nerves even if he'd had the wits to make the march back over so soon.

“I-...” If he was fully conscious, he might have protested, not just at the fact that you were touching such a familiar, usually not-thought-about spot, but also the fact that he wasn’t willing to have come all this way for nothing, though if he really thought about it…

There was something in your hands that said quite the opposite. Not for nothing. …Just a little bit more.

Just a little bit longer.

Walking through the forest, a mix of normal neutral greens and browns, he felt rejuvenated as if he’d never had such a harrowing experience to begin with.

It was as if no time had passed at all, the sun still hung strung, punched between the fingers of a God who’d been much too occupied and forgetful to move it.

In the same place as it had been before when he started walking, as if the beach was a sequence in a dream. As if he’d only just taken a short nap and blinked into himself, the only evidence anything had ever happened being the bulk in his coat from an old, moss-covered algae rag.

Hiccup took one large moment to pause and stare at the dirt ground. He wasn’t even quite sure how he’d made it back into the larger forest, leaving much the same way he came.

He didn’t even feel too bothered- not like he had been before it all, when he’d been thinking of… something. Something important.

The dragon.

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