(Tfw you're the most reliable person in the roster and you're only like 12)
Httyd 2 is where the Hooligans start to think Elder may be too carefree and naive to be chief, Snotlout is too gradious to do the job right, and find that they truly appreciate the wise, diplomatic nature of Younger. Maybe we should make the little guy chief instead 💁
Bonus:
#1 most irresponsible older brother 😂
(Speech bubble text beneath readmore:)
Hiccup the Younger: If I had a gold piece for every time Gobber told me to usurp my brother for the throne of Berk I'd have three gold pieces and at this point I'm starting to think he's being serious
Little Fishlegs: Well, why not? It's a very honorable position– and you'd be great at it!
Younger: Sure, but that's Hiccup's job. It's not like I WANT it. Besides, Snotlout's the runner-up heir, not me, so I'd have to challenge him, too. I'm in Last Place, Fishlegs. Maybe it's better that way.
Little Fish: You sell yourself too short. Most of the tribe would be happy to see you on the throne instead of Snotlout. Heck, they're prefer you to Mr. Elder! All the adults say Mr. Elder is too immature. Gobber even says they're going to approach Stoick personally about lifting your rank.
Younger: Very funny.
(Silence)
Younger: WAIT— ARE YOU SERIOUS?!
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Astrid: Shirking your heirly duties, as usual.
Astrid: You know, maybe Gobber's right, and Minicup should usurp you and take over the tribe.
Astrid: NO— YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO AGREE!!!
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Safe in your arms
Pairing: Tangerine x Reader
Warnings: Alcohol consumption, misogyny, threat of violence (not towards the Reader)
A/N: I decided his real name is Ethan, with no context or back story. I just like the name and it would suit him 😁
Tangerine had your number memorized - he ought to, given how many times he has dialed it. In fact, he memorized it as soon as you wrote it on the piece of napkin when he met you in that rooftop bar in London.
He was working with Lemon, completely focused on their target, until he saw you getting harassed. He stepped in, kissing your cheek, and met the man's eyes. The dude was visibly shaken.
"You didn't say you had a new toy."
"I don't owe you anything, Marcus. Least of all a list of who I'm seeing." You glared at the man.
"Have fun with a used woman." Marcus spat at Tangerine. As he turned around, Tangerine wanted to grab him by the neck and throw him off of the roof, but your hand stopped him.
"Leave him. His ego is wounded, and he's lashing out." You waved your hand and let go of the situation.
"What a child." Tangerine muttered.
"Male fragility more like it."
"Do you usually go for men like that?"
"I don't date boys - him included." You finally met Tangerines' eyes.
"So what happened to him?"
"I told him I'm not interested, but he has yet to grasp that idea."
"How many times did you have to say no?"
"I think now it was the fourth time."
"Why keep being polite?"
"Because being mean might get me in trouble."
"Well, I'd be happy to assist you. If you want him to stop bothering you, just say the word and you will never hear from him again."
Your eyebrows shot up and you considered the man in front of you. He was very handsome. Strong, but at the same time still delicate.
"I don't doubt you'd do that, but I don't need your help. Thank you, though. That was very kind of you to jump in before." You smiled at him and jumped off the bar stool. Only then did you realize how much taller he really was.
"Wait. I know that this is a bit forward of me, but I was hoping you'd give me your phone number?" Tangerine wanted to bite his tongue immediately after saying those words.
He was glad his mouth was quicker than his brain. Five years later, and you were still in his life. The phone rang six times, before he heard your still groggy voice pick up.
"It's nine am, Love. Are you still in bed?" Tangerine grinned.
"Ethan, morning." He could hear you smile. He loved hearing his name roll from your lips. He could picture you right now, lazing around, still in your underwear with his T-shirt, with the work laptop turned on, giving the illusion that you were already working.
"It's already evening here." He almost scolded.
"When are you coming back? I feel like it's been weeks since I saw you."
"Have you been thinking about me?" Tangerine smirked as he whispered into the phone, looking around to see if anyone was listening.
"You know I have." You smirked into the phone on your side of the world. "Although I appreciate that no one is hogging the whole bed every night." You joked.
"I hate to tell you this, Love, but you're the bed hog."
"Agree to disagree." You smiled. "Are you okay?"
"I'm doing good. How are you holding up?" Tangerine looked out of the window at the passing landscape.
"I'm okay. I met some friends yesterday, and we ended up going for cocktails. It was a bad idea, drinking on a work day." You giggled.
"I'm glad you had fun. But take it easy today, and please don't go out jogging if you feel sick."
"Ethan, stop worrying about me, just come home as soon as you can, okay?" Your voice got serious.
"Okay. We are almost done, I'll be there hogging the bed again in no time." Tangerine smiled.
"Okay. I love you." You smacked your lips, sending him a vitual kiss.
"I love you." He smiled and hung up.
Contrary to his fantasy, you have been up for the last 3 hours, worrying about your boyfriend. He should've been back several days ago, but he took an extra job since he was already in Tokyo. But something felt off to you, and you have been worried since then. Going out drinking helped you out with putting the nagging feeling away at least for a bit. But then you woke up from another nightmare, still drunk from a few hours before.
However, hearing him just now made you feel so much better and you were able to focus and stop dreading what may go wrong. You went back to hoping and impatiently waiting for Ethan to be back, safe in your arms.
Thank you for reading ✨️😊
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