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New Home From Across the Sea | How To Train Your Dragon X Male Reader

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Prologue: New Home From Across the Sea | (You are here)

Chapter 1: Old Friends from the Starry Sky |TBW

Chapter 2: The Chieftain's Decision | TBW

Chapter 3: My Good Friend and Maybe Yours | TBW

Chapter 4: Understanding This Way of Life | TBW

Chapter 5: Convincing Her of Sky Bound Beauty | TBW

Chapter 6: Lifelong Friends Over War | TBW

Chapter 7: The Queen Faces the King | TBW

Word count: 3,705 words

The world was different for the boy that lived in the icy nest with the Alpha dragon. He was considered royalty among the rest of the winged creatures, and they all loved him dearly. Even outside the nest, dragons would flock all around to help him. He was found on a boat, abandoned by the rest as an infant. The boy was saved by two night furies that had brought him to the dragon nest.

The two didn't stay for long, but would come by to check on him. Y/n had spent two years learning how to act like the dragons. They would all take turns to care for the boy and Y/n would take care of them. Y/n would start helping out with raids as he rode one of the many dragons, usually commanding them what to grab and what to do. Even if he looked two years old, Y/n was a powerful soul.

After returning to the nest after the most recent raid, Y/n called out to the sky in hopes that his night fury friends would hear his call. The gods had answered his prayer as two pitch black dragons flew down and looked down to the h/c haired boy. Y/n's e/c eyes gleamed with excitement as he quickly got onto the e/c eyed night fury. The three of them flew up into the blue sky, Y/n grinning wide. The two dragons opened their mouths to shoot into the air, causing Y/n to giggle and kick his legs.

One of the shots was right in front of Y/n, and he screamed out in excitement as his face was covered in smoke and his hair slicked back. Y/n leaned his body down onto the dragon he was riding as he stroked his head. The other night fury made jealous grumbles as he flew right below the other. Y/n smiled at him and walked off the e/c eyed night fury, slipping down its wing to be caught by the green-eyed night fury. Y/n hugged the dragon, feeling so content at the moment.

“I love you guys so much. I promise I won't let anything bad happen to you.”

Y/n then roared out into the sky as it rumbled through the wind. The roar sounded like a dragon, as others roared in response. Many other dragons had flocked around the night furies and Y/n commanded them forward just as a king did to his subjects. They all followed as the green-eyed night fury took the lead, with Y/n still riding him, guiding them to a pool of fish. Y/n pointed down at the pool, causing all the dragons around to dive and catch their food.

“Everyone go eat! And save some for the other's back home!”

All the dragons growled in agreement as they all caught various amounts of fish. Y/n then instructed the night fury to fly down with the other dragons as Y/n collected as much fish as he could. Once the fish in the ocean were gone, Y/n had everyone fly back to the nest to feed the others. On the way Y/n snacked on one of the many raw fish he caught, sharing some pieces between the two night furies. The night furies dropped him off in front of the nest as he walked in with a deadly nadder.

He was so excited to share what he got with his huge dragon family. Y/n walked deeper into the icy nest, and to get all the dragon's attention he did his dragon call. It echoed throughout the whole nest, as all the dragons turned their attention to the small boy. Some dragons flew down to crowd Y/n, curious to what he had brought. Y/n jumped up and down in excitement, even if this was a daily thing.

“Time to eat! I brought everyone food!”

Y/n held up the fish he got and threw all the others to the expecting dragons. They all roared in delight, thanking the small boy for the food as he went to where the baby dragons were flying. He loved watching how carefree they were, even if they could be annoying sometimes. The baby dragons had found Y/n and started to pull him to their small nest. The parent dragon that was taking care of them today tried to pull the babies off of Y/n, but he insisted it was fine.

This was a daily occurrence, and Y/n loved feeling wanted by the babies. They only ever listened to him, as did all dragons, but the babies were a special case because they listen to no one. Y/n sat down in the nest with a baby Hideous Zippleback sitting in his lap. The other babies tried to push and shove the baby dragon, but Y/n held his hand up to stop them. The other babies stopped as the Zippleback cuddled into Y/n's small lap.

“You will all get your turns little ones, just a bit of patience.”

Y/n then started to pet and preen the Zippleback as its two heads caused small sparks of happiness. Y/n loved when the dragons had a small fiery reaction to him just being there. It was much how the night furies were when Y/n rode them in the sky. Y/n giggled as some sparks caught onto his hair, panicking the overseeing dragon. A big dragon paw hit Y/n’s face as the overseeing dragon pat out the small fire that started on Y/n’s h/c hair.

As Y/n helped clean the Zippleback, a baby monstrous nightmare and snuggled up to Y/n’s side. The other baby dragons saw this and all piled Y/n, causing him to fall back to the ground. Y/n was slightly suffocated by all the weight on his chest, making the overseeing dragon panic once more. Y/n was flailing in the pile, trying to breathe while the overseeing dragon pulled the babies off. The babies started to whine as they tried to get back onto Y/n, only to be stopped by the overseeing dragon.

Y/n couldn’t help but burst out laughing at how needy the baby dragons were. The overseeing dragon bumped into Y/n’s back, making sure he was okay. He slung the dragon’s head over his shoulder and started to stroke its nose in hopes of calming it down. The baby dragons all flew away to go do whatever the gods know what, and Y/n’s waist had been trapped by the overseeing dragon’s tail.

Y/n leaned into the overseeing dragon as one of its wings were draped over Y/n's lap. Y/n marveled at all the dragons that flew around the nest seeing how happy they looked. He closed his eyes with a soft smile, leaning deeper into the dragon that was cuddling him. The same zippleback Y/n was cleaning had placed itself back onto Y/n’s lap and fell asleep. Many of the other baby dragons had done the same, creating a cuddle pile.

This was the routine Y/n had lived by for ten full years, and he couldn't complain. There was this itch in his brain that he couldn't ignore, however. The other dragons had noticed the way Y/n looked at himself in the reflection in the water, and the majority conclusion to help was to steal books and items from the ships they looted. On usual raids, Y/n would only ever ask the dragons to steal food and help the other dragons that were trapped. On these raids, Y/n never went as the dragons claimed them to be too dangerous for him to join, but it was all because they wanted to bring these books and items back as presents.

Y/n had read through each and every book he had ever received from the dragons. Over the next five years he had memorized each and every page. The information felt so new to him, this was the other half of who he was. A viking brain and a dragon heart, both making him tough through and through. One book scared him though, the dragon killing book.

He knew that vikings had killed dragons, but he never wanted to admit it. He wanted to believe his dragon friends were safe from harm. But out in the open world, Y/n could only do so much. Y/n had wandered out of the nest and onto one of the rock formations connected to it, watching the dragons fly away to do whatever they wanted. Y/n then stumbled as he felt a gronkle nudge him closer to the edge.

Y/n started to panic the closer he got to the edge of the water, not wanting to get wet. Y/n heard the frenzy of dragons flying above him, a boat being pushed closer to Y/n. The boy was left confused as he looked at each and every dragon. A monstrous nightmare had brought Y/n his books and tossed them into the boat, pulling Y/n into it soon after. Y/n stood at the edge of the boat as all the dragons of the nest flew out and stood around the boy.

“What’s going on? Is everything okay?”

The dragons all roared out in response, a low flame from their mouths lit up the area. Y/n finally understood what was going on. This was a farewell to Y/n as they all kept roaring. Y/n felt tears drip down his cheek as he was finally able to go out and explore. Y/n started to push the boat as he waved to the dragons.

He couldn’t help but cry as he was leaving his home, his family. Y/n started to sail slowly away, but his boat started to rock slightly. He looked over the edge of the boat to see scauldrons helping him push his boat along. His tears dripped into the water as one scauldron rose its head out of the water to lick Y/n and gently squirt semi warm water on his face. Y/n giggled as his tears mixed with the salty seawater.

Y/n had sailed like this for a month, before the scauldrons had to leave to find food elsewhere. Y/n understood and waved them off, as he was now alone. His boat floated in the sea, in no particular direction. All Y/n had were his books, so he decided to reread them over and over. Sometimes he would pass other viking’s ships and hear them singing, intriguing Y/n.

He picked them up and would hum these sea songs to himself whenever he got bored with the books he read. He sailed for about two months, or what seemed like it because Y/n had no sense of time. It was dark as the moon reflected the moonlight. Y/n was laying on the boat’s floor as he slept soundly. Y/n’s boat suddenly crashed into a nearby rock formation, destroying the front of the boat and making it sink.

The sound of crashing had alerted the chief of the island Y/n had crashed on. He ran toward the location and saw the boy almost being consumed by water, his books completely drowned and surrounding the boy. The chief dove into the icy water and brought the small boy to the shore. He called a few men to save the books while he pulled the small boy out of the water. Y/n yawned as he stretched his small arms and looked at the man holding him with his e/c eyes.

The chief looked at the boy with a raised eyebrow, curious as to how such a small child sailed here all by himself. It concerned the muscular man, and the others that had now surrounded the chief. The chief’s wife ran up and saw the boy he was holding, taken aback that such a young boy had crashed into Berk. Y/n looked to the chief and then to the woman that had stood right next to him. He had seemingly no concern for almost drowning.

“Where am I? And who are you all?”

The chief sighed in relief and put the small boy down on the floor as he stood by himself. The group of people were amazed by the boy surviving in the frigid water after crashing. The chief’s wife knelt down and checked the boy for any wounds, as if she was his own mother. One of the chief’s greatest friends that had a peg leg and a hooked hand joined the group to see the boy. The chief knelt down next to his wife and put his large hand on the boy's small shoulder.

“You are on the island of Berk. And where might you have sailed from?”

Y/n thinks for a moment to try to think of a place to say, but he can’t think of any. Y/n looks up at the chief, messing with the hem of his shirt. The chief had tilted his head in curiosity, trying to make sense of the boy’s actions of trying to self soothe. The chief’s wife kept her hands tenderly on the boy’s cheeks and looked at him with gentle eyes. Y/n felt an odd sense of comfort here.

“I do not know where I came from. I just sailed from the open ocean until I crashed onto this island.”

The group that surrounded the boy started to murmur themselves in whispers they thought Y/n couldn’t hear. Y/n looked around the group with curious, childlike eyes that could melt any soul into a puddle. But those very eyes held that of a dragon's. The chief's wife saw it in the boy, the soul he had and she was enthralled. The chief had a questioning look on his face, trying to find any reason why a young boy like the one in front of him would have sailed all the way out here on his own.

"I see. Well, I am Stoick the Vast. You have landed on Berk."

From that point on Y/n became apart of Stoick’s family. He was treated as just another Berkian by everyone else, even though his view on dragon hunting was different. Time went on, and Y/n became incredibly close with the village’s smith, Gobber. The two were a colorful duo, Y/n indulging in Gobber’s stories and Gobber teaching Y/n about dragon history as well as inventing.

Stoick found the pair to be quite troublesome, but found it endearing nonetheless. Stoicks’ wife loved Y/n as if he were one of his own. She saw eye to eye with y/n about not wanting to hurt dragons and seeing no reason for it. Y/n was seemingly able to win everyone over.

After three years, people began to notice the lack of Y/n aging physically. Many tried to ask the boy, but he always managed to dodge the question. It always made Y/n really uncomfortable whenever he was asked. He just found his new family, there wasn’t anything that would pull him away from it.

It unsettled the chief, but Y/n never seemed to be affected when eating the raw fish so he tried to keep his worries low. In his mind the child was odd no doubt, but having Y/n with him for so long Stoick got attached. Stoick then decided to make it a rule for the village to never question Y/n’s habits or lack of aging.

Stoick had noticed Y/n’s uncomfortable feelings around the questions pertaining to his lack of physical aging, but there were more things he had noticed about the boy. Whenever Y/n would eat, his teeth would show, and they seemed sharper than normal. Not only that but Y/n only seemed to have a craving for fish, raw.

Over the three years of staying in Berk, Y/n tried his hardest to convince people not to hurt the dragons. It happened so often, the other vikings started to think Y/n was crazy. No one said that to his face though out of fear of Stoick’s wrath. Stoick tried to explain the reason for hunting dragons over and over but Y/n never accepted those reasons.

Things changed however, when the chief had a son. His birth son who was named Hiccup. Y/n was excited because not only was it someone who he could connect with at his age, but another person to his found family. Hiccup also changed Y/n because as soon as he was born, Y/n started to age physically.

The two boys grew up together, Y/n teaching Hiccup about the world and following Stoick everywhere to learn about the history of Berk. Hiccup found a passion with dragons, watching them from afar and seeing his father hunt them. Y/n noticed this affinity and decided to nurture it.

Y/n told Hiccup all that he knew about dragons, even things that other vikings never knew. Many considered the information to be made up or embellished, but it had Hiccup hooked. The two explored and did everything together. Y/n metaphorically attached himself to Hiccup, going everywhere Hiccup went.

As the two aged, both were considered weird and different. Albeit for different reasons, but they were reasons nonetheless. It was another thing the two boys connected over. Being outcasted by the village and having differences that others didn’t agree with.

When Hiccup was busy, Y/n found himself at the forge. Y/n’s other friend was Gobber. He loved helping him with inventions and weapon building. It became a pastime for the two to create new weapons and learn how to improve old ones. Gobber was another best friend to Y/n.

The closer Y/n got with Gobber, the more the urge to tell him about his past grew stronger. Gobber seemed to notice Y/n’s hesitance around him and the little slip ups when Y/n spoke to him. Eventually, Gobber decided to question the boy’s behavior. Both were in the forgery, working on weapons for the village.

“Mind telling me what all this talk of living with dragons means?”

Y/n immediately dropped the weapons he was working on, onto the floor. Fear crept up into his heart and he looked utterly dumbfounded. How did Gobber find out? Well to Y/n’s obliviousness, it was Y/n’s own fault.

Y/n turned around slowly, but kept his head down. Gobber raised an eyebrow at the boy’s behavior, but kept his silence. He wanted to hear the full story, he wanted to know about the boy’s past. It felt only right to Gobber that he knew based off how long Y/n’s been around him. Y/n took a deep breath and decided this was the time.

“It means how it sounds. Before I crashed onto Berk, I lived with dragons. I was raised by them. They taught me how to fish and survive. But then I left and well you know the rest after that…”

There was an uncomfortable silence between the two. It was only interrupted when Y/n went back to the weapons he dropped. The clanking of the weapons being placed on the table sounded more deafening as Y/n waited for a response from Gobber. Y/n’s mind raced with all the terrible what if scenarios.

“Well that's certainly on par with my dragon stories, wouldn’t you think?”

“Huh?”

That wasn’t a response Y/n was expecting at all. Sure, Gobber had his own tales of adventuring and such, but comparing it to Y/n’s was something the boy didn’t quite understand. Gobber only laughed at Y/n’s confusion and proceeded to tell him stories of how he lost his leg and hand. This ended up taking half the day and no new weapons were made.

The forgery were full of shared anecdotes and laughs. Y/n felt safer than he did before with Gobber knowing his secret. One thing that still plagued Y/n’s mind though was if Gobber was going to tell Stoick. Gobber noticed Y/n’s shift in mood once more.

“What’s on your mind, kiddo.”

Y/n stiffened once more, caught off guard with how perceptive Gobber was. It honestly astounded Y/n that he was, but he also remembered how close Gobber was to Stoick and all the battles the two fought with each other.

“You’re not going to tell Stoick are you?”

“Tell Stoick what, exactly?”

“My past… What I had shared with you.. Can you please not tell Stoick?”

Gobber had nodded, understanding Y/n’s unease with the chief knowing Y/n’s true past and who he really was. Albeit his past did explain Y/n’s strange behaviors and his defense for dragons, but Berk’s chief is one who is not as open-minded. After that, the two went back to chatting and just sharing stories once more.

Over the years, Y/n grew up in this new world as a viking. Learning and training, but not to hurt dragons. No, but to defend them and his found family from them. Y/n would convince Stoick to have Hiccup help with Gobber in the forge, much to Stoick’s dismay and concern. Hiccup would learn how to invent things with Y/n always by his side.

Y/n’s new home was not ready for Y/n, however. The gods seemingly having different plans for the boy. One faithful night would prove that Y/n’s two worlds of vikings and dragons would converge. Be it for better or for worse.

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hauntingkiki · 6 months

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Gift Of The Night Fury

Hiccup x F! Reader

2ndPOV

This is Berk, boasting the kind of balmy, fun-in-the-sun climate that will give you frostbite on your spleen.

One of the upsides on this bland island is our annual holiday. We call it Snoggletog.

Why we chose such a stupid name remains a mystery. But with the war long over.

A roar was heard outside of the Chiefs house, alerting the boy who was originally fast asleep before opening his eyes at the sound.

And dragons living among us.

He threw his blanket over his head, groaning as the house shook slightly, dust falling from the ceiling as another roar echoed throughout.

This year's Snoggletog promises to be one to remember.

The boy eventually rolled out of bed, eyes still closed from being sleepy. "Okay, okay, I'm coming." He muttered to himself, sitting up and reaching for his helmet that was on the bed frame by his feet. He grabbed it and placed it over his head before standing up and walking out of his house.

He threw his arms over his head when he stood outside, yawning as he shuttered from the cold. He looked on his roof and saw the Night Fury who cooed down to Hiccup. "Well, good morning, Mr. Bossy!" He teased with a smile.

Toothless let out a rumble, almost sounding like a laugh, watching Hiccup as he walked around the house.

Hiccup smiled, imitating his growl as the dragon climbed down from the roof carefully. "Do you always have to wake me up so early to go flying-" He asked before yelping, his metal foot scraping the ice.

Before he fell, Toothless caught him, pushing his upright with his snout and gently placing him away from the icy spot.

"Stupid leg." He groaned, kicking the snow slightly. He stumbled back as Toothless grumbled softly, eager to get flying. "Oh, thanks, buddy, I'm okay. Yeah, we can go flying now."

Toothless went silent before burping in his face, making the boy stumble back in disgust.

"Eww, eww, what? Eww! Argh! Toothless." Hiccup whined, chuckling as Toothless nuzzles his face into his palm.

Toothless dived under Hiccup, slipping him onto his back before flying over to your house, heading to D/N shack that was built near your room.

"Toothless!" Hiccup laughed, patting his head softly as the dragon pounced on the roof, cooing softly which woke up D/N. "Y/N sleeping, bud! She's probably not gonna join us for flying today." He paused, snorting as he heard you whine from inside the house before shuffling was heard.

"I'm up, I'm up!" You cried, stretching as you walked out of your house, screaming when both dragons jumped in front of your path.

"Oh, well good morning, m'lady." Hiccup smiled, slipping off Toothless and walking over to you, wrapping an arm around your waist as he gently kissed your cheek.

"Good morning." You grinned, hugging him tightly before petting D/N who shoved her face into your back. "Flying already?" You looked over to the brunette, fixing his Viking helmet that was placed lopsided on his head.

Hiccup nodded, sighing sadly. "Guess so. Come on, let's leave before everyone wakes up." He jumped back onto Toothless, smiling as you got situated on D/N.

•••

Toothless and D/N shot through the clouds, soaring peacefully before diving back down into the clouds.

"Come on! Let's see what you two got today!" Hiccup beamed.

The two dragons shot straight down the side of a cliff, D/N purring happily as the wind hit her face.

"WHOOO-HOOO!" Hiccup cheered, making you laugh as you threw your arms out to your sides when they glided over the water.

"Okay, you ready?" Hiccup asked, setting the prothetic fin into place before standing on Toothless' back, making him grunt out in worry. "Easy..."

"Hiccup, maybe you sho-" You started, gasping when you saw him jump over a cliff, Toothless going under the rock with D/N and you, before catching him on the other side. You sighed in relief when Toothless' fin opened back up.

"Yes! Finally!" The boy cheered, glad that they finally got the trick down.

D/N gurgled in displeasure, shaking her head before flying off to the side from Toothless and Hiccup.

"Boys, am I right?" You unhooked yourself and turned to face the opposite way, lying down with a sigh. You patted her side as she huffed in agreement, making you smile softly.

•••

"Here?" A viking called out to Gobber, holding up a shield as they sat on a Gronckle.

"Yes, yes, nooo, nooo, no, that one a wee bit higher!" Gobber instructed.

"Here?" They asked again, moving the decoration.

"There! Ah, that's the spot!" He beamed, smiling as Stoick patted him on the shoulder.

"Alright!"

A small boy jumped in front of Meatlug, playfully roaring before running off with a laugh when Meatlug roared back, chasing him in a playful manner.

"Attaboy, Meatlug!" Fishlegs cheered, watching his dragon from the top of a ladder.

Astrid looked at Stormfly, two shields in hand. "Are you ready, girl?" She beamed, encouraging her dragon. She smiled when Stormfly flexed her tail spikes before throwing them up.

Stormfly nailed them into the wooden tree with the spikes, cooing as Astrid thanked her.

"Odin's beard, Gobber. Vikings spending the winter holiday with dragons. What would our fathers say?" Stoick laughed, walking around with the blond in tow.

"They'd think we'd lost our minds!" He chuckled.

Stoick laughed, turning to the group of Vikings that stood around. "Well done. Well done, all of you! I've never thought I'd live to see this day. Peace on the island of Berk."

Astrid smiled as she scratched Stormfly's chin, giggling as she rubbed her face against her check.

"This will surely be the greatest holiday, we've ever seen!" Stoick finished, making the crowd cheer, some of the dragons roaring in excitement.

A low rumble echoed through Berk, making all the dragons perk up. Their eyes turned into slits at the sound.

"What the...?!" Stoick gasped, confused on what was going on.

Looking up, a flock of dragons flew over the island.

"What in Thor's name?!" Gobber gasped, never seeing anything like it.

Soon, all the dragons joined in on the flock, leaving everyone confused on where their dragon's were going.

"Come back! Where are you going?" Snotlout begged Hookfang, dangling from someone's rooftop as he watched his dragon fly off without setting him down onto the ground.

Fishlegs let out a gasp, his eyes going wide. "Meatlug!" He screamed before running off.

Everyone watched in horror, not knowing what to do in this situation, since, this never happened before.

Astrid gasped, looking around as she spoke. "Where's Y/N and Hiccup?" She whispered to herself, looking up again with a worried look on her face.

•••

"What do you say, you two? Wanna go again?" Hiccup smiled down at Toothless, patting his neck while looking at D/N before snapping his attention onto you when you gasped.

"WATCH OUT!" You screamed, holding on as D/N dodged and weaved past the crowd of dragons in the sky. You gasped in horror as you watched Toothless dive for the water, D/N following as you screamed. "HICCUP, WHAT HAPPENED?!"

"M-MY HELMET!" He replied, trying to stop Toothless. "IT FELL OFF!!"

"WHAT?!"

Toothless eventually stopped diving, D/N joint his side as they looked at the brunette in confusion.

"We'll get it later, bud." He reassured his dragon once you were in ear shot. He glanced at you before looking at Berk. "We need to get back and find out what's going on."

•••

"What's the matter? Where are you going?" A viking asked his Monstrous Nightmare, sighing when it flew off.

"Nonono! Don't leave, Stormfly, don't go!" Astrid begged, running to her dragon as Stormfly flew off. "Please?"

You landed on Berk, slipping off of D/N with Toothless and Hiccup by your side.

"Astrid!" You called out, running over to your sister.

Astrid spotted you and made her way over to you. "Y/N! What's going on? Where are they going?" She asked, worried for the dragons.

Hiccup joined your side, placing his hand on your shoulder. He went to open his mouth before Vikings surrounded the three of you.

"Why did they leave?"

"What's happening?"

"Will they ever come back?”

"Stop! Wait!" Hiccup yelled over the chatter, placing his hands up in defense.

"Calm down!" Stoick's voice boomed, faintly ringing in people's ears. He pushed his way through the crowd, making his way to his son and you. "Give them a chance to speak! Hiccup, Y/N, where are all our dragons going?"

Hiccup looked up at his father, his brows knitting together slightly. "Dad...we don't know." Hiccup muttered out, shaking his head slightly.

You turned to look over the edge of the land, your eyes going vast when you saw D/N roaring and cooing at Toothless, trying to get him to fly with the crowd. You slowly walked in their direction before sprinting over. "D/N? D/N, wait!" You cried, stumbling slightly before coming to a halt as you watched her join Stormfly with the others.

•••

Night eventually came and everyone went to the hall for a meeting about the current events that happened with the dragons.

"Where'd they go?!"

"Snoggletog is ruined!"

"It's not ruined!" Stoick called out over the chatter, silencing everyone quickly. He stepped into the wood that surrounded the fire pit that was indented in the middle of the room. "We're Vikings! We've been perfectly happy celebrating without dragons for generations! And there's no reason we can't do it again!"

You sighed heavily, resting your head on Hiccup's stomach as you tilted your head back.

Astrid, Hiccup and Snotlout leaned on the pillar while Tuff and you sat in chairs. Ruff stood behind her brother, groaning softly. And Fishlegs was in his own world, none of you really bothered him.

"Now we don't know where they've gone off to. But we have to have faith that they'll be back again soon. Am I right?" Stoick finished, trying to elevate everyone's spirits.

"You're right, we are Vikings! We are tough!" Gobber threw his interchangeable hand in the air, the sound of bells ringing as he moved.

The nearby Vikings chuckled as they saw his festive outfit; an antler helmet with holly, some softly glowing lanterns and his bell stick.

"Most of the time..." He gushed, making people laugh loudly. "Let's sing some Snoggletog songs!"

Snotlout scoffed before walking off, Ruff following closely behind. Tuff stoop up and followed his sister with Astrid. Hiccup helped you off your seat before walking off with you, Fishlegs paces behind as he hummed happily.

The seven of you walked around for a moment, all of you staying silent.

"That was depressing..." Ruff interrupted the silence in a mopey tone.

"I know!" Astrid looked at Tuff before looking at the ground. "Y/N and I were looking forward to spending the holiday with Stormfly and D/N."

Tuff glared at Fishlegs as he began to whistle, like there wasn't a care in the world. "What are you so happy about? Don't you miss Meatlug?"

"Me?" Fishlegs gasped, halting before faking sobbing. "Oh! Yeah! I miss him so much!"

The six of you stared at the blond with open mouths, giving him strange looks which made him gulp nervously.

"Well, good night!" He quickly ran off, leaving the six of you appalled.

"What...just...happened?" You whispered to Snotlout which made him snort loudly, the two of you laughing as you watched him scurry off.

"I've got an idea!" Astrid beamed with a gasp, catching everyone's attention. "Let's come up with a bunch of new holiday traditions! You know, to bury the sadness!"

Tuff, Ruff, Snotlout and you collectively groan sadly, slouching as you all remembered your dragons.

"Actually." Hiccup spoke up after a moment. "Astrid might be on to something."

Tuff rolled his eyes with a 'tch' slightly glaring at the brunette. "Easy for you to say. Your dragon can't go anywhere without you." He pointed to Toothless who was at a small cliff, looking around with a grumble. Tuff whipped his head to you, throwing his arms around dramatically. "I'm surprised your dragon left him. She hardly leaves his side."

You nodded with a sarcastic chuckle. "Tell me about it." You crossed your arm.

"Must be nice." Ruff patted your shoulder, watching Toothless as well before walking off with her brother, Astrid, and Snotlout.

You looked at Hiccup, watching as his brows knitted together as your shoulders dropped while walking in front of him. "Hiccup, you better not have a crazy idea."

He turned his attention onto you, kissing your check before running to his house. "I'll be at the forge tomorrow, be there okay!"

•••

Three kids hugged the snow Gronckle they made, the little girl leaning on it as she sighs.

"Yaknog! Get your Yaknog! Come on! Get a frothy delicious cup of cheer!" She beamed, gasping when she saw the twins and Snotlout. "Hey, you guys! Try this tasty new beverage I made for the holidays."

Tuffnut sniffed the drink before recoiling. "Ugh! What's that smell? Is that you?" He gasped, looking at Ruffnut before shoving her away.

"It's Yaknog!" She smiled, pouring the thick, chunky 'drink' into the empty cup.

Tuff gasps in disgust before coughing as he backed up. "Ugh! If I drink that I'm gonna yak nog all over the place!" He whined.

"Maybe you'd rather taste a punch in the face?" She threatened with a smile.

Ruff sniffed the drink as well before groaning in disgust.

Snotlout strutted over to the girl, a grin on his lips as he took one of the cups off the shield she was holding. "Astrid, it sounds delightful. I'd love a mug." He took a sip, immediately gagging before forcing himself to swallow the beverage. "You could really taste the yak!" He set the drink back down, smacking his lips as his stretched his hand.

"Mmm, yum!" Fishlegs beamed, running into Tuff which sent him flying. "What is that?"

"Oh! You wanna try some? It's my new traditional drink." Astrid beamed to the blonde teen, holding up the tray of drinks.

Fishlegs looked behind Astrid, noticing Snotlout peering behind, shaking his head as he flashed him a look of worry. Fishlegs took the hint, immediately backing away. "Oh...You know...Ehm...I have...suddenly inexplicably changed my mind." He watched Astrid move around, worried for her next victim.

"Well, you don't know what you're missing." She defended her drink, heading to the forge. "I bet Y/N and Hiccup will love this."

Ruff glanced to Lout, gasping as she leaned into his face as he held his stomach and moaned in discomfort. "Are you crying?"

•••

"AND! Get this; she might have a crush on him, too!" You gasped, lightly hitting the boy who stood on your left.

Hiccup chuckled, holding his hand out before taking the tool you placed in his grasp. "You don't say?" He smiled, looking up at you as you were planted onto the work table he was working at.

You nodded, a grin forming on your lips. "This has to be our little secret." You placed a finger over his lips, making him grin. "She'd kill me if someone found out-I'M not even supp-!"

"Y/N? Hiccup?" Astrid called out for the two of you.

You froze, your mouth wide open when you heard Astrid's voice. You quietly pushed yourself off of the table before tiptoeing to some boxes to hide behind.

Hiccup watched you with a dumbfounded expression. "What are you doing, N/N?" He breathed out, laughing lightly.

"Astrid made a new 'drink' and it's not for human consumption." You warned softly. "We opened every single door and window in the house due to the...the stench."

The brunette winced, giggling softly. "That's horrible."

You nodded, hiding behind the stack of boxes. "It is!" You whined. "Might need to stay the n-."

"Hellooo? Y/N? Hiccup?"

You gulped, peeking over to Hiccup. "I'm not here!" You whisper shouted, making him nod. "And do not take the drink!”

"Yeah, I'm over here, Astrid. Coming!" Hiccup flashed you a thumbs up before greeting your sister at the front of the forge.

"Here. Happy holidays!" She smiled, holding out the shield for him to take a mug. "Where's Y/N? I thought she was with you?"

Hiccup turned away from his invention and to the cups, smiling as he took one before going back to his project. "Thank you, Astrid! This is really kind of you." He tilted his head side to side a few times. "She said she's meeting up with my father; had to give her a talking about something."

Astrid nodded, smiling as she wiggled some of her fingers while holding onto the shield. "What can I say!" She giggled, looking at the table. "What are you up to?"

"Okay, you're gonna think I'm crazy, but I just couldn't stop thinking about what Tuffnut said last night." Hiccup waved her off slightly, placing the cup down for a moment. "Toothless can't come and go like the other dragons, and that's just not fair; especially for him and D/N, they can't go on flights without me or Y/N guiding Toothless. I was up all night and I think I found a way to fix that." Hiccup took a sip of the drink, completely forgetting about your warning you gave.

Big mistake.

Hiccup gagged, shuttering as he tried to swallow the thick drink but was unable too, keeping it in his mouth.

"No way! You built him a new tail? So he's gonna be able to fly without you!" Astrid smiled, keeping her attention on the tail and not noticing the struggle Hiccup was going through.

"Hmhm!" He hummed, his voice cracking slightly.

"Wow, what a great gift!" She nodded excitedly.

Hiccup sets the cup far away from him, chuckling awkwardly. "Hmhm..."

"What if he never comes back?" Astrid asked. "And same with D/N! Y/N would be so devastated"

Hiccup perked up at your name, nodding his slightly at the thought of the two dragons not returning. "Mh..." He sadly hummed.

"What am I saying?" Astrid snickered, rolling her eyes at the crazy thought. "Of course they will!"

"Mhm!"

"Well, I'm going spread some more holiday cheer!" Astrid backed up, holding the tray with a smile. "I'll tell Y/N you said hi!"

Hiccup watched as the blond ran off, once she was far enough he spat out the Yaknog onto the floor.

You appeared out of your hiding spot, groaning softly. "Okay, that's disgusting." You shuttered at the spit and Yaknog on the ground, hopping back onto the work table.

"I should've listen, that was the worst thing I've ever tasted." He gasped. He looked down at the new tail fin, sighing before picking it off of the table. "Come on, let's go give this to Toothless."

You nodded, slipping off of the table. "Now?" You asked with a head tilt.

Hiccup nodded, holding his breath before letting it go. "Yeah. He can't stay here-he needs to go wherever the others went." He reassured, walking off with the tail in hand.

•••

Toothless grumbled, a gummy smile as he pounced on Hiccup's roof, some of the tiles falling off.

"Toothless! Come on down, bud!" Hiccup beamed, calling down the Night Fury. He stumbled back when he appeared in front of the two of you, smiling at you before looking back at Toothless. "We got something for ya!"

Toothless sniffed the tail, unsure how to feel about it.

"What do you think of that?" He questioned in a playful tone, smiling as he perked up. "Yeah!"

You chucked softly as you watched Toothless and Hiccup walk around each other in circles. You placed your hand atop of the dragons head, stopping him from moving around too much as he rubbed his face into your palm. "Just calm down, bud!" You laughed, watching as Hiccup sat on his tail, putting the new contraption on.

"Toothless! Come on, bud! Let me get that on you!" The brunette laughed, adjusting it. "Yeah! You are going to love this. Okay." He patted his tail once it was on just right.

Toothless whipped his tail around, growling as he tried to get the machinery off. He jumped around, making Hiccup and you duck before getting whacked in the face.

"Nonono... To-Toothless! Stop!" Hiccup started, putting his hands up to calm the Night Fury.

"Toothless, it's okay, please!" You also stood up, trying to calm the dragon down.

Toothless whipped his tail down, perking up as he saw the invention copy his tail movements.

"Ah...Here you go. See? Got it?" Hiccup smiled, patting a hand on your shoulder.

"Uhhh, Hiccup?"

Toothless looks between Hiccup and you, his eyes slits.

"Toothless..." Hiccup sighed, reaching out for him before getting pulled down by you. "Whoa!"

You both watched as Toothless flew off, roaring as he vanished into the clouds.

You slowly turned to the brunette, sighing with a frown. "Hiccup..." You muttered, hugging him gently.

The boy sighed, slowly hugging you back as he rested his chin on your shoulder.

•••

Three days have passed, and no sign of any of the dragons.

No Hookfang.

No Stromfly.

No Meatlug.

No Barf and Beltch.

No D/N.

And no Toothless.

Hiccup stared at his ceiling, wide awake. One hand on his stomach while the other wrapped around you as you laid next to him. He sighed heavily, turning his head to look at you before his eyes went wide when a loud creek echoed throughout the house.

A loud thumped followed, making Hiccup remove his arm from under your head before slowly sit up. He gasped excitedly when another thump came, removing the blanket that was over the two of you. "Toothless!" He beamed, accidentally waking you up. He ran outside and turned the corner to the side of the house with a smile. "I knew you'd come back...Urgh!" He slipped on the same sheet of ice, this time, falling on his back with a groan.

His father stopped hammering the decorations onto the house, looking down at his son with a smile. "Morning, son!" Stoick beamed happily. He looked around for you before titling his head slightly. "Y/N still sleeping?"

"Oh, hey, Dad..." Hiccup got up, giving his dad a slight wave when he stood up. "I-uh-think so, yeah. W-we stayed up too late."

Stoick nodded with a smile. "Well, I'm glad you're up! I was looking for your helmet." The red head started to climb down the ladder, his attention off his son for a moment.

Hiccup froze, eyes wide as he remembered that it fell during flying. "My-My helmet?" He questioned.

Stoick stopped climbing down, grinning at his son before continuing the climb down. "Odin needs a place to put your goodies."

Hiccup nodded softly, looking away from his father. "Yeah, right...I-I'll get on that." He huffed, walking away. "Great..."

Stoick got back onto the ground, looking at his son with a sigh before walking after him. "Hold on!" He called out, making Hiccup stop in his tracks. "Hold on. Alright...Come on. What's on your mind? Out with it."

Hiccup sighed. "Oh, it's been three days, Dad. I just thought Toothless would be back by now."

"I'm sure he is with the other dragons." His father reassured.

"Yeah?" He asked. "I wish I can be that sure."

Stoick sighed heavily, his shoulder dropping slightly as he looked at his son. "Ah, listen...I know what it's like to miss someone you love this time of year. But what do we do, when they can't be here for the holiday?" Stoick gently placed a hand on Hiccup's shoulder, smiling softly. "We celebrate them! And I imagine that is exactly what Toothless would want you to do. And same with D/N; she'd want you and Y/N to celibate both of them. Right?”

Hiccup sighed, nodding. "You're right."

"Good!" Stoick beamed, hitting Hiccup on the shoulder. "Then go get that helmet! We've had enough disappointment around here." He laughed, walking off.

•••

"So now I'm going to have to find a way to get that helmet back." Hiccup walked through Berk, two oars over his shoulder. He adjusted them as he spoke, glancing at you from the corner of his eyes before looking forward to make sure no one was in his way.

"Yikes." You hissed, carrying a basket full of rope and tools. You gripped the basket in your hands as you walked, holding it awkwardly before stopping when Hiccup swapped with you, taking the basket from your hands and helping you get the oars over your shoulders. "Oh! T-thank you."

He smiled softly with a hum. "Of course, m'lady." He gushed, the two of you continued your journey through town.

Hiccup got ready to turn the corner before bumping into Fishlegs who carried a basket filled to the brim with fish. "Oh, Fishlegs, you hungry?" Hiccup teased, smiling while popping the basket up to fix his grip.

"You have enough fish to feed a dragon!" You snickered, adjusting the oars.

Fishlegs was silent before awkwardly chuckling. "Hahaha...Oh, a dragon? That's..." He turned around and ran off, leaving Hiccup and you confused.

"Something's off." You quirked a brow, following the blond. "Come on!"

You both followed Fishlegs to the back entrance of one of the houses, watching as he quickly went inside while whimpering in fear.

While he was inside you both hid around the corner of the house, waiting for him to leave to see what was going on.

Fishlegs peeked out of the door, he quickly stepped out and shut the door, proud that no one was following him to see his secret.

As the blond passed, Hiccup stealthily snuck past, leaning the basket on the house. He smiled brightly at you, watching you leaned the oars next to the basket before standing in front of the door, hands intertwined.

You both opened one side of the doors, eyes wide when a dragon flew straight at you both. The two of you screamed when the chain holding the dragon captive snapped off, ramming into the two of you.

Hiccup and you held onto the dragon for dear life, Hiccup by its head and you by its front legs.

The boy pulled away, Hiccup making eye contact with the dragon. "MEATLUG?!" He screamed.

Meatlug flew passed Astrid who ducked with a yelp, watching you both zoom past.

"Y/N? Hiccup?" She blinked, not sure if she was seeing correctly. "Where are you going?!"

"WE HAVE NO IDEAAA!!" You called back, dangling from his legs as you glanced down, screaming in horror. "OH, MY ODIN! THIS IS SO MUCH WORSE WITHOUT FLYING GEAR!!"

"Meatlug? What about presents?!" Fishlegs called out to his dragon, his shoulder dropping slightly. "Hey!"

•••

Astrid whipped her head to the blond, furious about what just happened.

"I can't believe him." Fishlegs sighed.

"YOU can't believe HIM?!" Astrid snapped, smacking the boy on the arm. "YOU KIDNAPPED YOUR DRAGON!"

"Well, that makes it sound so mean." Fishlegs whined.

The twins walked over to the nest Meatlug made, pushing away the straw before gasping as their eyes went wide.

"Hey, guys?" Tuff called out, not looking away from the nest.

"He flew away the second he was unleashed!" Astrid continued to yell at Fishlegs, not even noticing the Tuffnut was talking to them.

"I'm 72% sure he wanted to stay-"

Ruff pulled back more straw, gasping as she put her hand over her mouth.

"GUYS!"

The other three finally got over to the twins, noticing what was in the nest.

"Whoa..." Fishlegs chuckled. "Meatlug barfed up a pile of rocks."

Astrid bent down, looking down at the 'rocks'.

"You're such an idiot!" Ruff sighed. "Those aren't rocks, your dragon laid eggs!"

"Hey, wait!" Astrid gaped, picking up one of the eggs from the nest. "I bet that's why the dragons left: To lay their eggs!"

"But, boy dragons don't lay eggs." Fishlegs interjected, not understanding the situation at hand.

"Yeah, your boy dragon is a girl dragon." Ruff clarified for the boy, placing her hands on her hips.

Fishlegs gasped when it clicked, nodding as the memories flooded back. "Okay, that actually explains a few things." He flexed his hands uncomfortably, looking down at his feet.

Astrid popped up, a grin plastered on her face as she held onto the egg. "Hey! Everyone's missing their Dragons, right?"

"Oh, here it comes." Snotlout groaned, slouching back.

She ran over to a small box of junk, grabbing a red ribbon before trying a bow around the egg. "I've got an idea! It'll be another new Snoggletog tradition!" She showed the group the egg, her cheeks red from smiling.

The group reluctantly agreed, tying bows around the eggs to pass around to some of the towns people.

"Oh, this is gonna be so good!" She smiled, two eggs on hand as they spit up to disperse the eggs around town.

•••

Hiccup held onto Meatlug as she flew around, glancing back to you to make sure you're okay before looking back. He screamed, making you yelp before dodging a rock formation which would have killed Hiccup and you. "Whoa! Meatlug, where are you taking us?" Hiccup asked, dodging a wreaked ship.

The flying went on for what felt like days, the three of you above the clouds.

You lazily wrapped your arms about the boy, sighing loudly as he patted your hand that rested on his legs.

Eventually, you come across land, the two of you getting excited as Meatlug began her decline towards it.

The island had a hot spring, thousands of dragons resting on the land around the water.

Once Meatlug landed, Hiccup slid off, helping you down as he held his arms out for you to take.

You both walked to the edge of the small cliff you stood on, looking out to the dragons that laid on the ground. All the dragons had babies.

All but one.

"You guys come here to have babies!" Hiccup gasped in amazement, his eyes sparkling at the sight in front of him.

"This is incredible." You whispered, looking around in awe.

Hiccup watched as a Gronckle pushed her eggs into a small spring. Sliding down, he made his eye over to her before stopping as two babies ran past, playing with one another.

You followed after the boy, smiling at the two babies before looking into the spring with Hiccup.

The three eggs she pushed in soon hatched, small explosions going off as the babies started to swim to the surface.

"Aww." Hiccup cooed, watching as one of the babies crawled out.

"They're so cute!" You gushed, gently shaking Hiccup as they made their way to their mom, tumbling from trying to fly.

Hiccup smiled with a chuckle, looking to his right when he noticed one of her eggs. He stood up, slowly walking over to it. "Hey, look over here, you missed one." He called out to the mom, not noticing that she got up and snagged you from the back of your shirt, carrying you a little ways off. "WHOA!"

You winced, watching as he got flung backwards, landing on his back before perking his head up to watch the baby hit the rock. "You okay?!" You called out, jogging over to him and helping him sit up.

"Y-yeah I'm fine." He reassured, watching as the baby stretched with a yawn before heading to its mom. "Man, it's a good thing those don't hatch on Berk!" Hiccup thought out loud, making you nod in agreement.

"But, you have to admit that the babies are pretty cute." You gushed, cooing softly as you watched the babies play with one another.

Hiccup nodded, dusting the soot off of himself.

•••

As they placed the remaining eggs around, Astrid smiled as she went up into D/N hutch, placing an egg in her nest before leaving with a giggle. "Wasn't this a great idea?" She smiled, hopping down the steps to the others.

"Uh-huh! Everyone's gonna be so surprised!" Fishlegs agreed with a nod and a grin.

Just then, one of the house exploded, a baby Gronckle flying out and hitting Fishlegs in the head which sent him to the floor. "Ow!"

"SURPRISE!" Snotlout smirked, leaning forward to look to the boy on the ground.

The Gronckle hits Fishlegs in the gut, yawning as the twins and Snotlout cooed at the dragon.

Astrid stared at the baby in horror, her eyes wide and mouth ajar. "The eggs...Explode?" She gasped.

Soon, all the houses started to explode, baby Gronckles flying out of the houses.

"THE EGGS EXPLODE!!!" She screamed, watching as people ran out of their houses. She ran over to some of the Vikings as they screamed in horror, bits of their clothing on fire. "I'm sorry! Sorry!"

The group watched in amazement, 'ooo'ing and 'aww'ing at the sight of everything.

The baby dragons got fired into the wooden tree, setting it ablaze.

"Awesome!" Tuff gasped.

"Wow!" Tuff added on with a smile.

Snotlout looked at Astrid, smiling as he leaned towards her. "This is your best idea yet!" He yelled over the explosions before turning his attention back onto the lights.

Astrid looked around in horror, sucking in a breath when she saw her house and D/N perch. "Oh, my Gods!" She cried, pulling at her hair as she booked it towards the flames. "Y/N'S GOING TO KILL ME!!"

Stoick watched as the tree slowly falls apart, noticing Astrid but stopping her as he took her hand. "What in Thor's name is going on?!" He cried, letting go of her hand.

She gulped nervously, covering her mouth with her hand. "The eggs explode." She gushed out in embarrassment. She winced as an explosion went off in the distance, nervously flashing a smile to the Chief.

•••

"Toothless! D/N! Guys?" Hiccup called out, walking around with you, hand in hand as you both looked around for your dragons.

"Where are they?" You sighed, looking down at your feet. "Are they even here?”

"I'm not sure, N/N." Hiccup squeezed your hand, looking at you.

You both fell silent before screaming, hitting the floor with groans when weight was pressed onto your backs.

You turned your head to the side, gasping before a grin tugged at your lips. "D/N!" You beamed, laughing as she got off the two of you and hopped around, her tongue hanging out with a gummy smile.

"What are you doing here, girl?!" Hiccup chuckled, petting her as she nuzzled into his cheek.

D/N bounced off, her wings outstretched as she roared at the two of you as you followed after her.

Stopping at the edge of the small cliff, you beamed at the other familiar dragons who rested on some rocks.

The babies cooed excitedly, making their parents perk up.

"Hookfang! Stormfly!" Hiccup grinned, making his way to the dragons, petting them gently. "Oh, you have no idea how happy we are to see you guys!"

You laughed, sitting on your knees as their babies ran over to you, rubbing their faces against your legs and hands. "You guys are parents!?" You giggled, picking up one of Stormfly's babies as she gently gnawed on your nose.

"Oh, look at you guys! All happy, together." Hiccup joined your side, petting the babies as they cooed at Hiccup. He turned to look at you before laughing, watching as the baby you were holding clawed on your face, trying to perch on top of your head. "Who knew you are leaving to celebrate your own sort of...holiday."

You set the baby back onto the ground, the three of them playing with each other. "We should be getting back to our holiday." You placed a hand on his shoulder.

He nodded, rising to his feet as he helped you up as well.

You turned to D/N who shoved her face into your back, making you chuckle softly. "Think you can take us back home?" You asked, climbing into her back.

You looked over and saw Hiccup sit on Hookfang, the two gliding up above the others as D/N followed.

"We'll see you all back on Berk when you're good and ready, okay, gang?" He questioned to the dragons, gulping when the adults started to join Hookfang and D/N in the air. "Oh...Nono nonono...I think we just started the return migration." Hiccup sheepishly turned to you, shrugging his shoulders as he flashed an uncertain smile.

You laughed, watching as the crowd of babies dashed to the edge of the island, calling out to their parents. "If you guys insist!" You smiled.

The babies tried to fly, but the wind was too strong as it sent them back to the island.

"Ah, boy, this is never gonna work." The brunette sighed.

"I got an idea!" You gasped, patting D/N neck which made her fly the direction you wanted her to go. "Come on, Hookfang!"

•••

"Ah, Gobber, this is a disaster." Stoick complained, walking past the Vikings as they started to rebuild the houses.

"Ah, it's not so bad." Gobber tried to reassure the Chief.

"Oh, not that bad?" He snapped. "The village is destroyed. The dragons have gone and left us.”

The crowd of Vikings came to a halt, whispering to one another as they looked up at the sky.

"Let's face it–this holiday is a complete-What are these people looking at?" He cried, pushing through the mob before noticing what everyone was looking at. "What is that?"

The town watched as a mob of dragons flew in their direction, carrying one of their broken boats underneath them.

"It's Hiccup and Y/N!" Stoick beamed.

The crowd erupted into cheers, some of them hugging and some of them clapping.

"And our dragons!" Astrid added on.

The dragons lowered the ship onto the land, it creaking to a halt as everyone watched in confusion.

Soon the babies poured out, making everyone mummer at the sight.

The adult dragons started to land, Hookfang and D/N landing near the front of the ship.

Both Hiccup and you slipped off of the dragons, moving out of the way as people made their way to their dragons.

Snotlout smiled brightly, running up to Hookfang and hugging him. "Yeah! Whoo-hoo!"

Meatlug flew around, looking for her babies before perking up once she saw them. She made her way down to them as she regurgitated some fish for them to eat.

Fishlegs flew around the corner, passing by some Vikings as he bolted to his dragon. "MEATLUG!" He shouted, running into her and hugging her as they both rolled away from the impact.

"Stormfly! You're back! Oh!" Astrid laughed, hugging her before looking down at her feet. "And there are babies!" She bent down and grinned, petting them before looking back at Stormfly.

Hiccup and you watched with small smiles, looking at one another as you both held each others hand.

"Hahaha! Well done, you two!" Stoick belted out a laugh as he bear hugged the two of you, lifting you both off the ground.

"Thanks, Dad!" Hiccup gasped out.

"Thank you, Chief!" You wheezed out, trying to catch your breath.

Stoick dropped the two of you before throwing his hands out as he watched the crowd. "Everyone! Grab your dragons! To the Great Hall!" He grinned, walking off and leaving Hiccup and you. "We finally have something to celebrate!"

•••

In the Great Hall, all the Vikings cheered, laughing and talking amongst themselves. Dragons flew above and landed by their owners.

"Where's Hiccup?" Hilda yelled to you over the noise. "I thought he was joining us!”

You looked around for a moment, spotting him in the crowd. You turned back to Hilda, jerking your head in his direction. "He's missing Toothless!" You replied, making her nod. "I'll go talk to him!" You gave Astrid the baby Nadder that was in your lap, getting up with a whistle which made D/N follow after you.

"This is the best holiday ever!" Fishlegs laughed, holding two of the babies. "Howsa baby!"

Snotlout smiled as he pets one of the baby Nightmares, laughing as it spit a little fire at him.

You walk over to Hiccup, slowing down your pace when he glanced at the floor. You gently placed a hand on D/N head as she cooed to Hiccup, making him look over at the two of you. "Hiccup, I know it's hard to see everyone with their dragons tonight." You started, bending down as he looked back at the floor. You smiled softly at him as you took both of his hands into yours. "You really did an incredible thing. Thank you, Hiccup." You cupped his face with both of your hands, quickly kissing him before engulfing him into a hug.

Hiccup sighed as he wrapped his arms around you, his body leaning on your slightly. "Y/N, where did Toothless go?" He asked, almost in a whisper.

You sighed, tightening your grip around him "I don't know." You looked at the doors behind Hiccup.

The doors slowly creaked open, revealing the Night Fury who looked around before perking up when he saw you.

You smiled brightly, biting your lip before pulling away. Your heart fluttered softly when you saw the lovesick smile on his face. You cleared your throat, gently pushing him back as you spoke. "Wow, it must suck being you. I don't think I would want to be you in this situation." You chuckled awkwardly, poking him in the chest as his face dropped. "You helped me find D/N and bring everyone's dragons back home!"

Hiccup scoffed, glaring at you slightly. "Yeah, you know, this is not helping, at all."

You smiled brightly as you pushed Hiccup, making him stumble backwards to keep his balance.

Toothless grunted, running towards Hiccup with a small smile.

"TOOTHLESS!" Hiccup gasped, running over to the dragon who started jumping up and down slightly. "Hey, bud!" The two watch one other before Hiccup embraces the dragon.

You smiled brightly, looking to the sides when you felt a hand on your shoulder. You leaned into Hilda's side as she rubbed her hand up and down your arm.

"Stoick!" Gobber interrupted, placing a hand on Stoick's back which made the chief look at his son.

Hiccup pulled away from Toothless, waving a finger in his face. "Bad dragon! Very bad dragon! You scared me to death!" Hiccup scolded the Fury, mumbling 'including Y/N' under his breath before shaking his head and looking back to Toothless. "Don't ever stay away that long again, and what is in your mouth?" He leaned forward, squinting when he noticed something in Toothless' mouth.

Toothless stood on his hind legs and dropped a spit cover helmet onto his head.

Snotlout and Astrid joined your side, the three of you groaning in disgust. You looked at Snotlout before petting the small Monstrous Nightmare that was in his arms, the two of you laughing when it nibbled on your finger.

The twins and Fishlegs also groaned in disgust, laughing slightly at the end.

Hiccup wiped some of the spit off his helmet and face, getting it out of his eyes. "Yeah, you found my helmet." He gasped, looking at Toothless with a grin. "What-hey! You found my helmet! That's where you've been?"

Toothless rumbled, nudging his face into Hiccups hand.

"Buddy, thank you! You are amazing!" Hiccup threw his arms around the dragon again. He backed away when D/N nudged him to the side, the two dragons purring as they rubbed against one another.

"Happy Snoggletog!" Astrid beamed.

You laughed, walking over to Hiccup, brushing his now wet hair out of his face. "Happy Snoggletog." You giggled, groaning playfully when he pulled you into a hug. "Hiccup!"

Hiccup laughed, smiling brightly. "Happy Snoggletog, Y/N."

•••

You sighed, looking up from your sketch book to see Toothless jumping on Hiccups roof, getting impatient by the minute. You rolled your eyes with a smile, turning back to your drawing.

Toothless roared, sliding down and sitting next to D/N.

"I'm coming, Toothless!" Hiccup reassured, walking over to where Toothless usually greeted. "Alright, bud, come on down. I was just-" He paused with slightly wide eyes, watching as you shoved your sketch book back into your satchel, getting off the Night Nadder and letting D/N sit next to Toothless.

Toothless and D/N both cooed at Hiccup and you once you joined his side.

Hiccup looked in front of the dragons, noticing their flying gear in the snow. "Guys, what'd you pull this out for?" He asked, walking over to the dragons. "You don't need this anymore. Come on, let's get going." Hiccup gently pushed Toothless' saddle to the side, reaching out to Toothless before he jumped over to your side, nuzzling into you.

You smiled, resting your arm on his head as he gurgled slightly. You rubbed your fingers behind D/N's ears when she stood on your other side. "He-They want this, Hiccup." You pointed to the flying gear that was on the ground before tugging at your gear that was draped over your body.

"What do you mean? You have your new tail now; D/N and you and fly with one other." He clarified, watching as Toothless circled around. "Toothless?"

Toothless rumbled, looking back at the prothetic tail as he opened and closed it. Looking back at the brunette, he smashed his tail into the ground, breaking the tail off.

"Toothless! Stop! What are you doing?" Hiccup cried, reaching out before looking at the dragon in disbelief.

You grinned, walking over to Toothless and picking up the red and white tail fin. You chuckled as Toothless pulled the saddle in front of him, D/N doing the same as they both chirped and cooed at Hiccup. "They miss this, Hiccup." You shrugged playfully, handing him the tail.

Hiccup looked down at the fin before looking at the two dragons; Toothless nudging his saddle with his claws and D/N holding the saddle in her mouth. Hiccup slowly turned to you, his mouth ajar.

You smiled softly, nodding your head, holding your hands out before running behind his house. You picked up his flying gear, carrying it over to him before dropping it on top of the fin. "Come on, teach me to dive."

•••

Winter in Berk lasts most of the year. It hangs on with both hands and won't let go.

Hiccup smiled, looking over to his right. "You exited, Dragon Mistress?" He called out, smirking slightly.

You laughed, nodding excitedly. "I sure am, Dragon Master!" You clapped your hand slightly, looking down at the ocean below.

The only comfort and warmth during the cold are those you kept close to you.

Hiccup looked back to Toothless, smiling softly as he unclipped his safeties. "Okay, bud, you ready?" He grinned as Toothless roared in reply. He unlooked his prothetic before glancing at you.

You gulped harshly, unclipping your safeties and standing on D/N back, wobbling before regaining your balance.

You both made eye contact with one another, Hiccup summersaulting off of Toothless while you swan dived off of D/N head.

"Yee-haw!" Hiccup cheered, making you laugh.

The two dragons dove after you both, roaring excitedly as they caught up with you both.

Hiccup and you dove side by side, grinning at one another as Toothless tapped Hiccup, making him spin.

Turns out, that was the best Snoggletog ever.

Hiccup stopped spinning, smiling sweetly as D/N and you spun around one another.

That year, we gave our best friends a pretty great gift.

Hiccup and Toothless reattached, Toothless wings opening up.

You grabbed onto D/N saddle, sitting down as you also reattached yourself.

"Whoo-hoo!" Hiccup beamed, turning to you with a grin.

"That..was..AMAZING!!" You cheered, throwing your arms up.

The two dragons flew past the snow covered trees, making them shake from the unexpected wind.

But they gave us a better one!

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vivisandg · 1 year

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Hi so I rarely request anything but I’ve fallen back into the httyd rabbit hole again and the lack of eret son of eret content on here is criminal. I came across your eret x pregnant reader and OH. MY. HEART... it’s beautiful! I was wondering if you could write some fluffy Eret x reader who is a dragon nurse? Like a vet for dragons who’s really gentle and compassionate but takes some time to trust him because of the whole ex trapper thing? Thanks and hope you’re enjoying your day and staying hydrated :)

Love thank you sooo much! And yes, I’m trying to stay hydrated, so all of YOU🫵 get some water and drink it RIGHT NOW. Anyways, this is a really good ask and the lack of eret content is, in fact, criminal. I will try my best on this, feel free to criticize and ask for more!

Healing takes Time

Pairing: Eret son of Eret x (g.n/fem)reader

Summary: As a healer for Berk’s dragons, you meet a lot of new dragons in different situations… but nothing prepared you for a certain ex-trapper asking for your help.

You are one of Berk’s best dragon healers, spending almost 24/7 in the “dragon infirmary” as most call it. To you, it was home. You had been doing this job since Berk made peace with the creatures that you grew to find beautiful, feeling they needed to be treated as equals. You had always loved to help people and were known as one of the kindest Vikings in the archipelago.

Of course, when the evil Drago Bludvist came about and practically demolished your home, you had a change of heart. You became a bit colder to newcomers and strangers, a bit, but a noticeable bit. After Hiccup and Toothless had successfully taken the madman down, it came as a shock to no one that many dragons needed healing and care for a while.

One day, as you were releasing a Snafflefang named Muds back to his family, you were greeted by a slightly beat up Skullcrusher with none other than Eret son of Eret, the famous ex-dragon trapper at his side with concern painting his face. It dimmed your heart to see the tall man and not Stoick, the only father figure you ever had, at Skullcrusher’s side, but you would have to get used to it. You had always been skittish around the young Viking, as his tribe killed your dragon before your eyes. You weren’t sure if Eret was there when it happened, you didn’t care, all you saw was your beautiful Raincutter, Sinkah, get beheaded and thrown into the boat next to her.

It was time to stop thinking about that and face the problem in front of you. “What brings you and Skullcrusher in, Son of Eret?” You ask with more malice than you meant. “He flew through a good 7 trees while finding boulders to rebuild, tore the beast up, they did.” You pursed you lips a bit when he said ‘beast’, but that’s the only way to describe the dragon. “He looks like he got scratched a bit, I’ll have him out of here in about and hour,” you say while examining the slashes on his green wings. “Alright. Thank you, (y/n),” Eret says as he starts to walk away.

To your surprise, he turns back around and asks you “is there anything that I can help you with? Finding herbs or stuff to help?” This takes you aback, as you expected him to be arrogant, as he seems all the time. You look at him questionably as you ponder why he asks. “If you could get me a few perch from the lake in the east side of the island, that would be great,” you say as both you and Skullcrusher were hungry. Eret says nothing, but nods as he hurries away. That was a bit odd, you thought.

Eret gets back in a good 30 minutes with a basket of perch, just as you had asked him. You watch as he returns, putting the last few bandages on Skullcrusher, and heading towards him. “Thank you,” you say with sincerity, as you hadn’t eaten in about 5 hours. “No problem, thanks for helping Skullcrusher,” he says back. He then asks a question you weren’t expecting: “ Do you hate me or something?”

You are taken aback, again, by him. “Why?” You ask this because you don’t even know. “You glare at me every time you see me, specifically the markings on my chin because that’s about as high as your eyes can reach,” he says blankly. “If you must know, your tribe killed my dragon in front of me and threw her into a nearby boat and dumped me into the ocean,” you say, frowning at the memory. Eret looks appalled, he had seen those men that day, sure he was younger, but he saw how heartbroken you looked. He had sabotaged those men’s work so that Drago punished them; he never saw those men again.

Telling you this, you realized why he always looked at you like you were familiar, why he looked at you with a look of ‘I will protect you’, rather than sympathy. Finally, shocking Eret, you hug him and mutter a thousand ‘sorry’s. He hugs back and says it’s ok. Maybe you can heal dragons in an hour, but for people, healing takes time.

That’s it for this request. Again, wonderful ask, I wrote this in 2 hours💀😭 bc I loved it soo much. Again also, feel free to request stuff in my ask box, have a good day!❤️

#eret son of eret #fanfic #x reader #httyd fandom #httyd rtte #rumblehorn #how to train your dragon #stoick the vast #skullcrusher

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nortonluv · 2 years

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Hi! So I can't remember if I sent you a request cuz my memory is absolutely terrible but if I didn't could I request a Heather x Reader please? Maybe the reader has been a rider for a while and rides a egg biter. And when Heather shows up and is thinking about joining the gang but is still nervous, the reader tries to make her feel comfortable by hanging out with her, talking to her, and all together just being super kind and almost loving while also giving her and windshear the space they need. And finally after the events with Dagur, and pretending to be a dragon hunter are over, she decides to stay because she fell in love with the reader and the reader did too. Sorry if this was too long and sorry if I already requested something lol. Have a good day💜💜💜

Absolutely!!

I Don't Bite

HEATHER X READER

Pairing: Heather x Gn! Reader

Reader pronouns used: They/Them/Their's

Warnings: None that I'm aware of

Summary: Heather comes to the edge and is trying to figure out if she wants to join the other riders. You help with that decision.

Dragon Name: Crunchy (you know cause its a egg biter)

Notes: I feel like I took a bit of a different turn to how you wanted it and I apologise, I just couldn't fully remember what happened so went with the parts of the story I do remember.

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"Ow!" I exclaim as the set of dragon teeth that were already gently nibbling on my arm bit down harder.

I look to my side to be met with a playful look from my dragon, Crunchy. An annoying pest that almost took my arm off the first time we met. She let's go of my arm and nods her head towards the door of my hut.

"Did I miss something?" I mutter walking into the clubhouse where everyone else is. "Oh."

The Twins were chatting in their little duo, but the others were all surrounding a gorgeous girl that looks to be around our age, with raven hair and green eyes that leave me completely dazed. My mouth hangs open for a second in shock.

"Uh hi everyone? Sorry to interrupt, but who's this?" I ask as I walk to the others, catching their attention. The girl's eyes meet mine as I walk further towards her and the others.

"oh yeah! Y/n you never met Heather did you?" Snotlout suddenly announces. So her name is Heather then?

I raise my hand to see if she'll shake mine. She does. To this I smile and politely not my head at her. She returns the motion.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Y/n. I've been a rider for a while but I guess I've never had the luck of meeting you."

"It's nice to meet you too Y/n, I'm Heather." She then forms a grin on her face. Me, Heather and Astrid start up a conversation as though we've been close friends for years. Technically me and Astrid have been but, you know. That's not the point.

The others leave for a bit to do their various jobs around the Edge, leaving me to give a to Heather around the Edge.

"So, do you have a dragon too?" I tilt my head to her to show that im curious. Heather giggles lightly at my slightly odd behaviour.

"Yep, a razorwhip, Windshear. She's really sweet." As she finishes this sentence there is a slight yelp from a dragon down by the stables.

We rushed towards the sound and see the aforementioned razorwhip lightly snarling at a cheeky egg biter that has attached herself to the metallic tail of Windshear.

I quickly exclaim "Crunchy!" I wave my hands to signal the egg biter to let go. I suddenly turn to Heather, "I'm so sorry about her, she doesn't mean any harm. She just likes to nibble a little on things she's taken interest in."

Crunchy finally let's go and drops to the floor below and playfully pats the floor by Windshear, who then looks to her rider for support in what to do. Heather finally let's out a hearty laugh at the entire scene and makes a shooing motion to Windshear.

"heh- It's fine don't worry, she seems cute." She continues to chuckle, calming down from the giggle fit she had. My face grows hot from embarrassment and something else.

When she got no response from Windshear other than a few confused gurgles, Crunchy hops over to me and Heather. She spots the ravenette and quickly placed her head under her hand. Heather naturally starts to stroke her scaly head. Crunchy began to purr slightly.

I panicked slightly when I saw Crunchy abruptly open her eyes. She looked directly at me and moved her face, level with Heathers hand. She let her teeth be seen and the panic further set in. To my surprise however, she lightly took the hand between her teeth and gently seem to nibble on it. How come she can't be like that with me???

After this experience me and Heather bonded over our dragons and their strange behaviours. The dragons also became seemingly great friends as Windshear had finally understood what Crunchy wanted.

We had spent time going on missions and working together for a while, but soon came a horrid time for Heather. Her brother, Dagur. He had gone directly into a trap and died. For her. So she would be safe.

Honestly I would do the same, but like I would ever say that out loud to her. I believe that I've developed feelings for her.

Outside the rain continues to pour down at a quick pace. We had all split off to our respective huts, except for Heather who didn't currently have one. She is going to get ill if she doesn't come inside.

I leave my hut and look into the rain and see her stood alone. I make my way slowly, just to give extra time to cool down.

"Heather?" She doesn't reply so I continue. "Heatheryou need to come inside, you'll get ill" I continue walking until I reach her sobbing figure. The look on her face tears me apart. The hurt and pain in her eyes doesn't subside when she looks at me finally.

She says nothing but nods and begins to walk away, presumably to where she's been camping out. I swiftly catch a hold of her hand. She turns and I nod towards my hut. No words were spoken as I whistle for Crunchy to leave her pen in the stables and come to the hut.

She lights my fireplace and curlse up near Heather who sat on a seat, still quietly sobbing.

"Heather please let me know if you need anything else, I'll set up a space for you to sleep tonight so you don't need to go back out there." I give a kind smile and walk to prepare everything.

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It's been a while since I've properly seen Heather, she told me that she was very thankful that I gave her a place to stay that night and soon had left after the next day.

I've been missing her, honestly. Crunchy is missing her best friend too. Although, Heather is more than just a best friend to me. She's found a way into my heart and I have no idea how to get rid of these feelings.

The riders had noticed our slightly dampened moods and so they kept holding these secretive meetings that I was never allowed into.

The Edge was quiet as the others had all fallen asleep. The moon was high in the sky, seeming so much brighter than the sun at times. Even though that's false, I just like to think it.

"Ouch! Hello to you too Crunchy."

I strain my neck to see Crunchy attaching herself to Heather. She let's go and instead switches her attention to Windshear.

My eyes widen and I quickly get up to sprint at her, I open my arms and practically tackle her to the ground. Heather laughs and hugs back.

"Heather, I've missed you so much!" my smile is so large it kind of hurts. "I suppose it's a temporary stay again, but I'm so so happy you're here."

She continues to laugh at my excitement, "No actually, I'm staying. Permanently."

Somehow my eyes widen even more, I giggle with excitement. "Really?"

"Really. I've heard a certain someone has taken interest in me, I just happen to return that feeling." She narrows her eyes in suspicion cheeks lightly dusted with a pink hue.

"Don't worry I don't bite." My smile becomes a lot more gentle as I lay beside her on the grass staring at the stars. The dragons rolling around and playing a little way away from us.

"Is it ok? That I like you, I mean" She's cautious with her words. I turn with a confused expression.

"Didn't I just admit to having feelings for you, don't make me feel stupid now." I chuckle abut continue to not give off the wrong impression "It's completely fine, because the feelings are mutual."

She holds one of my hands gently and reaches with her other to get my other hand. I give a curious look as she raises both of our hands. She suddenly yanks the second one that she wasn't holding before into her mouth and she lightly bites down.

"HEY"

"You may not bite, but that doesn't mean I won't." as she says this, she speedily got up to run away into the trees. This catches the dragons attention but they don't move to do anything.

I can hear her laughter as I get up to chase along behind her, laughing myself.

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HIII hope that was OK! I tried to stick to the request as best I could. I honestly love the idea of having an egg biter that just like to play around and is actually really gentle.

I'm working on posting a new chapter of Handsome Jack x reader fanfic on Monday so ig look out for that if you're interested.

I'm working on all my requests, slowly but surely so don't worry. You're requests should be coming out. At some point.

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mrcloudjumper · 2 years

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How To Train Your Dragon Master-list

Male and Neutral only.

Romantic or Platonic;

Hiccup Haddock

“Happy Anniversary” (romantic)

Platonic Hiccup helps w/ sensory overload (in progress)

Ruffnut Thorston

Nothing yet

Tuffnut Thorston

Nothing yet

Eret Son of Eret

Nothing yet

Astrid Hofferson

Nothing yet

Fishlegs Ingerman

Nothing yet

Snoutlout Jorgenson

Nothing yet

Platonic Only;

Valka Haddock

Nothing yet

Stoick the Vast

Nothing yet

Gobber

Nothing yet

Daugar the Deranged

Nothing yet

Heather the Unhinged

Nothing yet

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oncewhenalongtimeago · 11 months

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Hiccup x reader where Hiccup is stressed over being the chief of Berk and is extra clingy to reader?

Better Left Unsaid

Pairing: Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III x Reader

Words: 14,022

You wondered if you would ever be able to touch the sky again. You don’t talk about it.

Tags: Httyd 2, Comfort, reconnection, resolution, suggestive content, Gender Neutral reader, reclusive reader (ish), reserved reader (ish), disappointment, rebound, oneshot, ambiguous ending

“It-It’s just too much,” Hiccup stuttered angrily, hushed. He shifted his arms, gesturing lightly but frustratedly with the mug in his shand, leaning against the wall. The water inside sloshed back and forth as he settled the mug down on the table with a thin clacking noise, pushing off against the wall.

It was silent, the empty dark of night all-consuming in a way that blocked everything else out. Even with passion in your voice, you probably still couldn’t speak louder than a gritty whisper.

The Haddock house was empty and dark, the fireplace in the center of the hut untouched as it has been for many nights since the passing of Stoick the Vast. Your basket sat abandoned by the door, washed over by a sheet of blue shadow.

“Maybe you need a system,” You suggested awkwardly, caught off guard as hiccup paced, too taken by his own trouble to care for much else. This wasn’t how you’d imagined any conversation between the two of you to go.

You saw each other around, of course, but events like those usually consisted of turned cheeks. It had been so long since you last talked, and it hadn’t quite ended on good terms.

“My Dad didn’t-” Limbre fingers struggled against the straps and buckles of his armor, inelegant and terse with frustration, Hiccup’s cinched brows and an angry grimace conveying everything you needed to know.

Usually nothing short of a stupid idea from his own head would get him out of it. Or a hard hit. You did your best to give him counsel anyways, despite your unsurety. He’d probably just been swept away by it all, falling back into old habits quickly.

He would snap out of it soon enough, though if he decided just as you did that you’d rather not address anything at all, you would certainly not complain.

“Your Dad didn’t have to deal with so many trappers or dragons.” You shook your head. You had to admit that you were somewhat disconnected from the matter. The two of you hadn’t been close for years, and you kept to yourself pretty closely. This whole situation was an accident, more of a wrong place, wrong time then anything done on purpose, per se.

You moved around the table, nearly stumbling as you went, suppressing a shiver as you shifted through the cold room, like an empty void. You wondered how Hiccup dealt with it.

You snorted.

Helping him out felt like crossing some sort of invisible boundary you usually avoided like the plague. But, you had pity on him and the dark circles underlining his eyes. You didn’t think he’d notice. It wasn’t something you worried much about, anyways, not since you were in your teens. That was a sore spot you’d rather not touch on.

“Isn’t a Chief supposed to be able to handle everything on his own? If I do that, then wouldn’t…” Hiccup trailed off into a contemplative, moody silence, glaring off to the side as you did your best to pull his straps free. You weren’t much better with them than he was now, but it was workable, “I’m supposed to be- Wouldn’t that prove that I’m not-…”

He looked somewhat like his father, with that expression, though the skinny frame and his wild, scruffy hair offset it somewhat.

His father was large and tough, but something you noticed about Stoick, even from a distance, was that he was stressed. And angry, all the time. He knew what to do and when to do it but couldn’t handle a lot. Not always. You could imagine the veins bulging from his forehead now, even from beyond the grave.

You weren’t sure Hiccup was ever supposed to be like him. If he was supposed to even try. Him being Chief wasn’t ever something you imagined even as kids, just as he probably never imagined it for himself, but you were sure if he pulled something together it might be manageable.

“You’ve always been enough for whatever you wanted,” You muttered, “You’ve been enough since before the dragons and you are enough now as Chief. Coming up with some sort of system isn’t... bad. You Dad had a system,” You winced, watching his expression carefully as you brought up his Dad, though you were sure that not much would reach him when he was in this state, “Your father had a second-in-command for a reason, you know.”

“My inventions, they’re not-” Hiccup groaned. You heard the unsaid question. But wouldn’t that be cheating?

“They’re just as a part of you as anything else.” You repeated the age-old adage, “It doesn’t have to be in invention, though, if you don’t want it to be. Just… Establish a chain of command, or something.”

Hiccup threw his head back, scrubbing his face with his hands. Then he looked back at you, as if he was just then realizing who he was talking to.

“The island probably won’t implode without you. They’re Vikings, they need a little lead, just trust me.”

Sometimes you were fine, and sometimes your disappointment followed you like a sheet over your eyes, something buzzing constantly around the periphery of your vision, bits stuck to the back of your boots like poorly spun wool.

You crunched through the grass on the far end of the bridge leading up to the village, nerves coiling in your guts briefly before you brushed them away.

Such was the life of a recluse.

You squinted as you marched across large wooden planks, confident in the sturdiness of the bring just as you were unconfident in what lay before you, a figure sitting with their head down on one of the large logs that made up the railing.

It was a common sight for people to sit by the edge, usually teens, usually with friends, a stolen jug of mead or two in hand on dark nights. It was also a good spot for contemplation. You’d use it many times, especially on rainy, foggy days. It made quite the atmosphere.

However, during the broad daylight, people usually tended to just come and go. They didn’t spend much longer there than they had to. To be honest, most people had dragons. There were many more interesting places up in the sky. You didn’t get that. You dragon, it left a long time ago.

You shifted your basket of foraged berries and sticks and bits under your arm and grimaced confusedly as you neared the figure, closely examining dark gray armor and a worn, untucked green undershirt.

“Hello, Chief,” You said plaintively, after you’d spent a few seconds stopped being him, looking down on hunched shoulders and frazzled flyaways.

He groaned, “Please don’t call me that.”

You snorted, gently resting your basket on the ground, making sure all the latches were secured tight over the lid. It got pretty windy up there, wouldn’t do you any good to lose all of your day’s hard work, “What brings you over to my small neck of the woods?”

You shrugged at his silence, relaxing the the hand on your hip before swinging your legs over the same log and planting yourself firmly to his left

“I can’t do this,” Hiccup mumbled exhaustively, without looking up.

You stuck out your tongue, leaning back onto your hands, which pressed against the warm surface of the wood pleasantly. It took you a moment to remember that you should probably come up with a follow-up question, “Why?”

You were a bit rusty.

“I can’t do this,” Hiccup turned briefly to give you a sour look. You stuck your tongue out at him.

“Okay,” You shrugged your shoulders, ever the loyal confidant.

So you were going the whole ‘ignore the Gronkle in the room,’ route. You could deal with that.

You wondered where Toothless was. He’d taken to his Alpha statues pretty well, as in, he did nothing to enforce it at all, so there was nothing for him to worry about. Come to think about it, it really was just Hiccup, managing both Vikings and Dragons.

Hiccup shot a look at you again, perhaps asking himself what was wrong with you. Below you, the sea rushed and lulled, storming over the jagged rocks below. You watched it like a snake on a mouse, hypnotic in its movements.

“It’s not. There’s so much to keep track of and,” Hiccup started, continuing on, shaking his head, “Everyone’s always got something- this isn’t like- it’s not like my Dad’s just on a vacation. He’s dead. I’ve never taken care of something this long-term. And Astrid-... I’m not so great at the whole ‘commanding’ thing.”

The split with Astrid was rough on him, you knew. He didn’t talk about it much at all, but everyone could tell it was weighing down on him. People talked, and you didn’t necessarily have to be a part of the conversation to overhear.

You hummed sympathetically, as a group of people started to gather on one end of the bridge. You weren’t sure if Hiccup had noticed it yet, though you were sure if he had he was ignoring it for the time being.

“You don’t have to command. You just have to be able to direct,” Most people sort of expected Astrid to be there for the whole commanding thing, but honestly you resented the idea, despite the accuracy of it in practice, “I know a guy who would be willing to handle the stables for a day. Johannes, you remember him, right?”

They, meaning Hiccup and Astrid, were both busy with their own responsibilities, so you didn’t think they had a lot of time to talk it out. It was strange. For the longest time, second to Toothless, of course, she’d been his best friend. The thought sent a sharp, bitter jab up your spine.

You rolled your eyes anyways. A lot of Vikings would give a lot to be able to be in charge of something. As you grew older, you started to realize that Stoick the Vast had a hand in everything. Maybe too much of a hand- that man was stretched thin, “The whole commanding, intimidating bit is Toothless’s job now.”

“Yeah,” Hiccup choked out.

From the corner of your eye, you noticed a pack of Vikings already halfway to you, encroaching from the Berk side of the bridge, arms waving in the air. You looked away for a moment with furrowed brows, beginning to scoot back with high caution, trying your hardest to not make any sudden moves.

“When’s the last time you did something for yourself?” You asked, “Gone to the forge, or flown out?”

“I have no idea,” Hiccup wheezed.

“When’s your next lull? It’s a lot easier for me to say it than for you to do it, but you should probably, you know, take a step back,” You suggested.

“Never,” Hiccup gestured with his hand, other arm pressed against his back, “This is it, for the rest of my life.”

You grimaced, shrugging pityingly as you heard the distant shout of his name, and watched Hiccup crumple in on himself again as the two of you met eyes.

You were a bit surprised by how easy conversation flowed between you, though you were sure whether you wanted to run or just shy away from it. You weren’t sure if you felt anything for it at all.

You shook your head, deciding very astutely on the running bit, swinging back onto solid ground and gently lifting up your shoulders. You hooked your fingers under the edge of your basket and pulled it into your arms, settling it smoothly in hand.

“Well, when your life’s over, I’ll be here. We’ll, ah, figure it out then, I guess.”

You lifted your tunic from your back, tugging until you were able to twist it over your head.

As you did, you eyed the portraits of the wives taken off and replaced, hung lower on the wall and decorated with each of their assets. You’d found them lying around and it felt wrong not to return them to their original owners somehow. They were usually separated from the rest of your dwelling by a thin, old moth-eaten curtain.

You were sure the wives were all just as ugly and unpleasant as Mildew himself, but there was something off about taking them down especially when you kept everything else close to the same.

You patched the hole in the roof with old ship’s sails and mismatched tiles, just enough to keep your cabin barely above freezing in the wintertime.

You shook your clothes onto the floor as you changed, mindful not to look down at any of the scars in the darkness of your hut.

You were probably supposed to feel proud. They were trophies of battle. Most other Vikings would wear them proudly, displayed like an honor bestowed onto them. They didn’t particularly bother you, though it never bode well to linger on reminders of things long since finished.

If only they knew how you’d gotten them.

You didn’t earn them through bravery or anything else of the sort and you weren’t anywhere near one of the worst when it came to scarring. First place probably went to Phegma, who had a huge burn scar just barely covered by her day wear.

You got yours because you weren’t fast enough to dodge the blow of an axe, to jump out the way of a trap sprung on the group without taking some serious damage.

You were a great planner, an architect and an infrastructural thinker. But that didn’t often come in handy on the Edge, especially not when all the buts of your knowledge that could be applied were better covered by the other Riders’ areas of expertise.

So where everyone else excelled, you stumbled. Where everyone else tumbled with the blows, you fell hard onto the ground, and you hadn’t anyone to confide your hurts in.

Eventually trying to keep up got to be too much. When you saw the rest of them, able to come together so easily and shake off all their cuts and injuries, you hurt.

There was nothing quite as terrible as watching everyone, especially Hiccup, walk forwards while you strayed behind, struggling your hardest and failing to even to keep to their heels.

You blinked at the scratching of something sharp against wooden walls, muffled though still clearly audible, coming from the outside. You paid it no mind, ignoring it just as you ignored the tiny shafts of sunlight seeping through the cracks between wooden planks and crumbling walls, illuminating tiny particles of floating dust.

It was just the branches pestering the framework of your salvaged home, one of the half-dead bushes lining the front, nearing the height of a tree, mimicking the sound of a dragon you’d long since pushed from your mind. Yours.

You sighed. It was just another thing weighing on your mind back then, when you’d been at your lowest. You were tired of it, now. But a blank kind of tired.

Like a flat, fresh water ocean. Waveless, shallow. Eerie.

It was a much calmer tired than the kind you felt then; Violent waves slamming you into the sand, rubbing fragile lungs raw with grit and silt. Of the bruised ribs, the fighting, the cuts and hurt no one seemed to notice and the friend you didn’t seem good enough to have anymore.

You reached down to pull your tunic off the ground, tossing it onto a nearby table, covered in dust, made frail through disuse. You coughed at the fine grime tossed into the air, flapping your hand in front of your nose in an effort to disperse it.

You wondered if the sealights would be lit tonight.

“-He has five dragons. Five. And he wants me to come up with a whole set of dragon towers for him how?-”

You trod through the dewey morning leaves, back straighter than necessary, trying not to sweat too much or to look back at the armorless, green-tunic-ed guest at your back.

You couldn’t say you weren’t a little tired of the whole running Berk it yourself. Sure, you weren’t necessarily responsible for it but it was a pastime of a lot of the Vikings around town to talk about it, the mindless gossips, and once or twice while you were in town trading for what you needed.

There were also the sailors, who had a mind, when down by the docks, to share the business of everyone regardless of the tribe. Even as the village recluse, you got roped into it, listening around corners with rap ears

“-Even with dragons it’s not easy to-” Hiccup waved his hands around, journaling under one arm and eyes glued, glaring onto the ground. It turns out he had taken you at your word. Sort of. He was still very much alive. He must have found some time off, or figured out something, because here he was.

You squinted at the paper in your hand, staring at messily done blueprints. There was a house sketched lifted above the ground by a pole and another sketch of a bunch of regular huts stacked on top of each other. You held the same basket from before under your arm, woven bits frayed and flexible and worn.

You recognized the beginning stages of a bunch of these sorts of huts being built all around Berk. It was getting fuller, especially with all of the ex-trappers and Vikings migrating in from the other tribes. And then there were relations outside of the interpersonal to manage. So of course there needed to be a few changes.

“This isn’t safe,” You said drily, “Remember the windmill? These are all going to fall down with the next devastating winter. And where are we going to find logs large and long enough to keep all these houses up? There aren’t nearly enough trees on all of Berk to get this done for everyone.”

“I know!” Hiccup pausing, turning to shake his head quickly, before bending over to scrub the hair on his head, “It’s insane! Everyone wants me to go with it!”

“You shouldn’t,” You deadpanned.

“I might,” Hiccup pursed his lips, “If it gets them to leave me alone. I can’t be builder, Rider and Chief.”

“Well- no, you can’t be. But why don’t you just come up with a few sturdy designs and make him choose one. Same for everyone else. Then just,” You paused, grimacing as you had to grab a branch, pushing it out of the way, “Put someone in charge of building all of them. And making sure they don’t go build in all the wrong spots.”

“I don’t know,” Hiccup shrugged his shoulders, letting his arms fall back to his sides, turning his head up and allowing the light filtering through the thick wooded area to fall onto his face, “Everyone wants something unique. You think they’ll settle?”

You turned around, branch still in hand, “They’ll have to. Same way they have been for three hundred years.”

You rolled your eyes and set forth again, letting go of the branch, which swung back quickly. You didn’t quite see what happened any more than you heard Hiccup’s yelp and the subsequent step back.

“Ow, ow, ow ow, Gods, curse it-”

You turned back around startled, turning back into the branch which followed its inertia, snapping back into your face.

You brought your hand back up to your eye so quickly you smacked, dropping your trusty basket right out from under your arm and falling roughly onto your butt. The berries on the inside poured out of your basket onto the forest floor and you cursed, bemoaning it and yourself and laying the rest of the way down onto your back.

Head against the roots of a tree, smelling the earth and staring up at the dappled sunlight through waving tree leaves, you couldn't help the laughter that bubbled up through your throat.

It was better than getting mad, or crying. Still, you stifled it, shaking your head clear, pushing yourself back up, ignoring the stickiness of the berries stuck to your back and the juice dripping down the side of your hand.

Hiccup looked down on you skeptically, lips quirked in a way you read as confused. You remembered a time when he might have fallen down with you. It seems though that as the two of you got older, he became much surer of yourself.

Still, it was a world of difference from the Hiccup you knew a moment ago, stressed and weighted and tired with all the burdens of everyone else on Berk and the loss of his father on his back.

You wanted to see more of this Hiccup, who was snippy and sarcastic and who you might have loved once upon a time. Who wasn’t stuck in mournful contemplation about identities and relationships and other such sad things.

And maybe you wanted to take back some of him for yourself, as if it might bring back to you the part of yourself you lost, at least for just this little while. Though if this was where it ended, for you, this moment would be more than enough.

He needed reprieve. You decided you would be that reprieve, for as long as he would take you.

“Why don’t we do something besides talk about Berk?” You smiled wryly to yourself, rubbing your hands off on your smock, shrugging your shoulders loose once you got back onto your feet.

You did your best to put on a happier facade, different from the insecure, hunched-shouldered version of you from way back in the past, and different from the apathetic lone figure you were now.

“I…” Hiccup blinked at you for a moment. He looked a tad thrown off by you now with your shoulders high, hands on your waist and back straight, much different from any sort of behavior you’d exhibited since long before.

The wide smirk on your face faltered, and you toned it down a little, slumping a bit. You knew you hadn’t had the ability to make Hiccup smile in a long time, but this was just terrible. Sometimes you wondered if you ever had, or if he was just faking it. It didn’t matter much to you now.

“Or, you can come with me and wait outside while I go find a change of clothes,” You said blankly, letting your hands fall to your sides, “Your pick.”

Hiccup grimaced, probably thinking of the greeting he’d get once he got back. You weren’t quite sure how he made it out here in the first place, and in his casual wear no less. You hadn’t seen him in anything less than a full set of leather armor for a very long time.

Of course, he’d chosen the latter. Sort of.

You let the water from the stream run over the toes of your boots, waterproofed by tar and oil as you pulled up your smock, scrubbed until it was worn and back to the same colorless dull hue you had gotten it in. It was to your benefit that you had worn something under, though the berries were much too pigmented for you to leave your smock on its lonesome.

“You didn’t have to wait for me,” You sighed, picking yourself up and away from the beck, slinging your water heavy clothing over a low-hanging branch.

You turned to look at Hiccup who had decided to wait by the treeline, back to one of the large pines lining the whole island. He had found himself a terror along the way and was minding it with amusement, waving a thin branch above its head and watching and it leapt and curled after.

“It’s alright,” He said almost bashfully, without looking up, as the Terror flipped onto its belly, wriggling after the branch Hiccup waved over its stomach like a fish to a worm, “I, ah, I got Johannes to handle the stables.”

Hiccup rubbed the back of his neck as you pulled down your sleeves, picking at the loose threads and checking for any unpleasant damp spots, of which, for once, thankfully, there were few.

“You took my advice, then,” You noted absentmindedly that this was the tunic you’d worn on the Edge, its color washed out and much thinner, but still very recognizable.

“Yeah,” Hiccup weighed the stick in his hand almost contemplatively before tossing it to the side, watching as the terror scurried after.

“So,” You said, sweeping your foot almost carelessly across the carpeted forest floor, pulling your basket into your arms again, “How have you been?”

“How have I been?” Hiccup asked astoundedly even as he eyed your smock, reluctantly pulling his gaze from it in order to follow as you led your way back up to the forest path, “I think you know the answer to that.”

“Yes, well, no- I mean, from before that,” You scoffed, looking down darkly into your nearly empty basket.

You meant after you left.

You felt the familiar pulling of tides, tugging at something deep and light in your gut.

The air was still between you. It was hard not to feel when there was nothing between you but air and your own memory of some hastily forgotten hurts.

“That was a stupid question,” You shrugged, kicking aside a stick, protruding from just off the path.

You were sure Hiccup had been too stressed earlier to care or notice but it was easily felt now. Your quarters were much too close for you to put on the same old facade and pretend that nothing had ever happened and that the two of you weren’t ever more than strangers, your bond closely resembling something you might have once called friendship.

“I… Well, if you don’t mind tagging along still, I won’t make you do much,” You pushed down thoughts of beating storms, rain so thick you couldn’t see five feet in front of you, “You caught me off guard.”

You blinked away memories of rushing, towering waves and a bone-deep chill only made worse by the pressing winds and the water soaked deep through your clothes and to your bones, causing you to shiver and shake and pull closer to the neck of your dragon.

Pressing deeper into leathery skin and scales, closer than you ever thought possible, praying to the Gods that you might be spared the indignity of living to see another day past your shame, past your desertion.

“Alright,” Hiccup decided finally, eyeing you oddly.

You pretended you didn’t feel the phantom shivers clawing up and down your spine or the echoes of a deep burning hurt you were certain had gone long since unnoticed by all the wrong people.

You made sure your breathing was steady as you marched forward, carefully putting one foot in front of the other.

You listened to the occasional wingbeat of a dragon from up above and the unburdened twittering of small animals in the foliage surrounding you.

You heard Hiccup stifle a yawn from back behind you. You wondered what you could do to make this trip worth it for him. To be honest, you weren’t quite expecting him to take you up on your offer. It was more of a snipe, really.

You’d never been good at those, though. People always took you much too seriously.

There was a clearing up further ahead to your left, one you neared as the trees grew thicker and larger, where you could hopefully make up for some of your lost boon. The berries, you were sure they were gone, but perhaps you could make up for it by finding some other things.

The loudest noise between the two of you was the sound of your footsteps.

You inhaled the misty air of the forest and, eventually, you began to relax.

“Here we are,” You hummed, as the path grew lighter, sunlight filtering between the trees and the foliage.

You examined the crown with care, looking over each leaf and link, turning it around gently in your hands. What began as a task born from boredom became something you invested yourself into with brief interest.

The atmosphere was bright and the sun warm against your shoulder blades, laying like a heavy furred blanket across them as you leaned down, splitting small holes in the ends with your fingernails and threading grasses through until you had some approximation of a flower crown, minus the flowers.

It was the kind of warmth that made you sentimental, bringing up a feeling that felt like something flowering, which you pursued vaguely as if this might have been the last time you ever felt it.

By the time you two had been teenagers, Hiccup had been long since uninterested in that kind of thing. In teenage boy fashion, he avoided things such as flower crowns and playing in the sand down by the beach, much too focused on killing a Dragon and trying to seem tough enough to meet standard.

Then he got Toothless, and from there on after he hadn’t time for anything but Dragons and the Riders. He was too absorbed in his inventions to pay any mind to other things.

You’d deeply wanted to do it, though maybe not always specifically to him, but you’d never found the purpose. You had it now.

You turned to Hiccup with a lopsided smile, watching his chest rise and fall gently for a few moments. Your lips twitched, falling into a small crown as you held out the crown, deciding whether or not you should drop it.

Hiccup blinked drowsily awake at the sudden movement, to which you startled and before you realized it, the crown had gently slipped from your fingers and fell over the crown of his head. Because of the angle, though, it looked to be resting more on his forehead than anything.

You held your breath as his eyes unfocused and fluttered shut again, unregistering, and you backed up on all fours with quiet ease, pushing yourself to your feet, attempting to flee the scene and pretend nothing had quiet happened at all.

You shuffled to the other side of the clearing, craving distance, walking a path around it like you were attempting to trace the edges with your feet. You balanced on it, placing your heel to the other foot’s toe and then again with the opposite foot, arms out in front of you, taking note of all the shrubbery around you.

Eventually the shifting ferns drew back your attention and you glanced back towards Hiccup, who’d sat up groggily, slowly examining the crown that had probably, most likely just fallen from his head.

He looked a complete and utter mess. You hid an ugly grin.

“I hope you like it,” You smiled down at the stem connecting a nice wad of berries to the bush. It was too quiet for him to hear and you were much too far away, but it was more of a musing to yourself anyways.

You leaned back onto your heels, sore for all the walking you’d done. You wondered if they were the right kind, enough to replace the bushel you’d lost earlier. You weren’t completely sure they were edible, anyways.

The two of you had broken out into a clearing, one covered in grass and ferns, and this was where you had decided to set midday camp.

You lounged there in the waning sun, Hiccup more so than you, not so much watching the world turn to oranges and reds as witnessing it in your periphery. You’d lived it too many times for it to be any sort of novel.

You were sure it was different on dragonback, but alas. You didn’t have that option.

After you came back to Berk, taking to the ground like you’d developed a phobia of everything else, it spent a lot of time flying around on its own, going who-knows-where on most days. One day, when you’d had the mind to look for it, you’d found that it had flown off for what was most likely good.

You traced the leaf veins below your thumb, lost in mindless remembrance, ambiguously aware as Hiccup got up.

He groaned like he was a decades older man than he was, audible across the clearing, while putting his hands to the small of his back and leaning backwards mad before he made his way over.

“What’s this?” Hiccup asked, holding what you were sure was the crown in his hand. You weren’t looking and ignored it, not necessarily expecting him to call you out on it any more than you’d expected to make the crown itself.

“Not sure,” You said, before looking over, and glancing up and down at ruffled clothes, messy hair and the sleeve that came up to wipe off the corner of his mouth, “Have a nice nap?”

“I’m just fine, thanks… “

You rolled your eyes, “That wasn’t my question.”

“Does it matter?” He asked, straightening out his shoulders.

“You were out for a while,” You said in lieu of an answer, “Was worried you needed me to drag you back to the village. Tuck you into bed.”

“No,” Hiccup said exorbitantly, “Never.”

“Wouldn’t be the first time,” You shot back.

“Maybe.”

“Definitely…” Hiccup started, “An exaggeration.”

“Not at all.”

“Are you sure?”

“Everyone’s had their share of it,” You stated, lifting your shoulders exaggeratedly, bringing both hands up by your head with your shrug, while kicking out your foot, turning to trot off in the opposite direction.

“You do a lot of really-need-to-be-dragged-back-after activities.”

“Hey, well, I’ve done a lot of that for you, too.”

“Pick one, name something.”

“I mean, I’ve kept you from falling down off cliffs a lot,” Hiccup ran a hand through his hair.

“I have since not stopped falling off cliffs,” You squinted at him, “And neither have you, I’m pretty sure. Also, that jumping off dragons thing? Serious disqualifier. That counts as at least half a cliff jump every time. Negative helping-me-out points. Honest.”

“What?” Hiccup shook his head, gesturing towards himself, “Doesn’t count. Never met a dragon that didn’t have my back. Natural Dragon Master. No danger.”

A natural if by natural he meant through fifteen years of absolute failure in any sort of interaction with an animal more sentient than a frog.

“Sure…” You remembered all the time he spent as kids, half with you and sometimes without, running across rooftops for his dad. Because you were being chased. By dragons.

“Okay, call me a dragon, right now.” You said, with finality.

“Right now?”

“Right now.”

You spent a little while staring at him.

“What, now?”

You nodded.

You were slightly surprised when he played along, even though you knew you had been egging him on to do it. You watched him cup his hands and chitter oddly into them, in a mimicry of what you understood as a Terror call.

You looked down on him with fake skepticism. Usually, with the call, it was a hit or miss whether a dragon would respond. The dragons with Riders tended to ignore you completely unless you were their rider.

Both of you knew this, though you counted it on being a miss.

“They’re coming, you’ll see,” Hiccup said, waving his left hand as if he was clearing smoke out of the air.

“I hope it blows up in your face. Like that catapult, from when we were kids,” You blew a raspberry at him.

“What, which one?” Hiccup asked.

“The one you tried to roll up to your house, kept rolling down the hill, went straight through Burthair’s cart and smashed through his fence,” You grinned, “Your dad made you round up all his sheep after, remember?”

You remembered trying to help him quietly in secret, gathering a few sheep on a lead before you were caught and sent home to be scolded.

“No, hey, You blew that one up,” Hiccup said incredulously, “That one was all you.”

“Yeah, it was.” You admitted guiltlessly.

“You are the worst,” He said, as the sound of flapping and the rustling of trees grew slightly louder. You ignored it, thinking it was just another random group of dragons lost over Berk. There had been a lot of those as of late.

“The worst,” You agreed. You had a foot already up, halfway into a turn before a bright yellow, spiny body slammed quickly into your face.

You yelped, falling to the side, tumbling slightly as what must have been a Terrible terror scrambled for purchase and left off your face and into the tree line. You blinked, half-shaded under low-hanging branches.

You braced yourself against your arm, bringing your other hand down from your face to see red in the shape of a smeared line across your face. By the look and size of it, it wasn’t too bad.

You opened and closed your jaw with annoyance, realizing quickly that the Terror must have scratched your face.

Henceforth, though, you were much more easily capable of dodging around the sudden appearance of more Terrors, catching a tiny green one just before it face planted into the dirt.

“Woah, woah, woah,” You caught Hiccup, too, doing his best to dodge around them, jumping back as a feisty blue clawed its way up his back as he made his way towards you.

It was a difficult effort to make as by the time you had found solid ground, the dragons began to jump on top of him, covering his arms and legs so that he looked like a pile of very large and colorful bees standing on two legs.

You could help but laugh, wobbling over to help. You slipped your hand under the leg of a terror just before Hiccup fell over with a shout, falling forwards and nearly dragging you with him as he tumbled into the shade of the treeline.

And as if following a command, terrors scuttled away, as if chasing after your peals of laughter, echoing around the clearing.

There wasn’t nearly enough time between Hiccup’s call and the appearance of the dragons for any, or at least most of them to have come in from Berk, nor any guarantee that any of the Terrors heard him, but these gathered quick enough for you to be seriously impressed.

“Yeah… I wasn’t expecting that either.” You stared down at Hiccup as he stared back, the two of you looking at each other with startled eyes, you bent half over and Hiccup propper up on his elbows on the ground before the two of you broke out into breathy laughter.

The flowers and plants around you were heady, filling the breathless airheadedness in between your eyes with even more cotton.

Your voices mixed and quieted in equal fashion, the two of you ignoring the mutterings of the forest until, eventually, they grew into something you could hear.

“Hiccup!”

You froze, a wince stuck on your face.

“Hiccup!” This shout was much more drawn than the last.

It was Astrid.

You saw the shadows of her and Stormfly drift smoothly over the face of the clearing. You wondered if she had followed some of the Terrors out or if she had gotten Stormfly to track Hiccup’s scent.

You were about to look back at Hiccup for some sort of direction before he tugged you after him. Tugged until the two of you were huddled under the alcove you had missed, made by two thick roots of a ginormous tree, waiting.

You weren’t sure how far above she was, she hoped she didn’t see your basket, sitting plainly across the way.

You could tell Hiccup was holding his breath, staring out deep into the forest, where trees went from towering to the sole consumers of light, protecting a misty undergrowth beneath a dark, leafy roof. There was a log to the left of the entrance to the narrow space, half-rotted and sprouting mushrooms out of its side.

You recalled that there had been a notable instance around when the two of you had been just about twelve, sneaking around in the Great Hall for the leftovers post meal. You’d been trapped in a closet, when they’d had those, removed after you and Hiccup had accidentally burned them down at fourteen, with nothing but a loaf of bread between you.

The air wasn’t nearly as musty or stale, and of course it was much darker then, with not the whiff of a fresh plant in sight, but the principal was still the same.

You held very little stake in it all, but you kept close and stiff anyways, the joyful atmosphere from before mixing into something fun and scurrilous, electrifying the space behind your eyes and sending ticklish bolts of lightning down your spine.

It remained there until the heavy wing beats of the Dragons above you faded long into the distance.

The field, littered with scented flowers and bushes, must have muddled Stormfly’s scent. Or she really was just following the Terrors. One thing was sure, though. Where there was one Rider, there were more.

“I thought you said you got people to cover it?” You asked.

“I did. They should have been able to, but something must have happened,” Hiccup leaned back against the tree bark, hitting the back of his head against it lightly, grunting lightly as it did.

You wondered if he had grown a few inchest still since you had last been close to him on the Edge.

You raised your eyebrow, asking the silent question. Are you going to go back?

Hiccup said nothing, looking away, though you couldn’t miss the soft clench of his jaw and the gentle slouch, or the agitated twiddling of his fingers by his waist.

You rolled your eyes. Privately, you almost felt bad that you weren’t able to give him a better time out. But also, there would be many other times for him to make up for it with other people. You wondered if he would ever choose to come back to you.

“They should be able to handle it. They’re not children. But it’s no burden on me whether you stay or go,” You inclined your head forwards.

You placed one foot in front of the other across the uneven wooden planks. You just needed to get down to the fields.

You strode past the bright red hut that marked the Jorgenon Clan, avoiding haphazardly placed construction materials.

You paused where you stood and turned back as Hiccup called your name, standing right in the middle of the walkway. It never ceased to surprise you whenever he showed up.

It wasn’t much. But it still surprised you every time he came with greetings.

You smiled.

He quickened his pace, pulling himself up onto the path and stopping in front of you, prosthetic clicking against wood.

“Hiccup,” You greeted, “What brings you to me?”

“Where do you live, now?” He asked, “I was planning on stopping by, but…”

“Up behind the spire on the way to Gothi’s,” You hummed.

“But that’s… You live in Mildew’s old hut?” Hiccup asked, surprised.

“Yeah,” You nodded, rifling through the satchel clipped to your waist, flicking through rows of herbs with delicately placed fingertips, “So what have you been up to?”

You realized you needed to go off-island soon. The idea filled you with dread.

“Do you really want to ask that?” Hiccup questioned, “because there’s been a lot…”

“Why not?” You shrugged.

“Some rouge dragons have been eating holes into the earth- and with all the dragons underwater, coupled with the Scauldrons-” Hiccup rubbed his forehead, “Basically, they’ve been drilling new hot springs, which has been nice, but no one’s gotten to any of them yet. They always seem to dry up before anyone can get there and back and I keep getting complaints about people’s water getting stolen, or something.”

“Ouch,” You said sympathetically, as Hiccup continued on.

“I wish they’d give it up, honestly. There are more important things for me to get to, but I haven’t even been able to get to all the trading issues with all the other tribes… Anyways, are you busy?” Hiccup asked quickly, looking back and forth.

“Busy?” You asked.

“I kinda want to get out of here before anyone else…” Hiccup shrugged his shoulders, cringing.

“Notices?” You finished, “Let’s go.”

“A hot spring?” You asked aloud, both your and Hiccup grasping the edge of the pool on your knees, watching the water bubble slightly.

Hiccup extended a hand hesitantly, grazing it over the bubbling surface. You watched as the foam fizzled underneath his palms and when he didn't flinch, you sat back and pulled off your boots, rolling up the legs of your trousers, revealing a long scar on the leg furthest Hiccup.

“It’s alright to wash in?” You asked, Hiccup nodding an affirmative.

You rested a bare foot onto the bubbling water, testing it out with your toes, before sinking your legs in with a breathy sigh.

“It’s one of the ones you were talking about, right?” You asked

“Yeah,” Hiccup confirmed, watching you closely.

You let out a soft, disappointed sound at the idea that it might be gone soon.

The spring looked to be about waist-deep, though that might be something you needed to test out before dipping into the pool. It was pressed up and partially embedded in the side of a rocky cliff, spearing into the ground at a sideways angle.

All around, the two of you were packed in by large, lush fauna. Huge ferns, even larger trees and a great deal of mist.

Very, very private.

It was extremely tempting.

“We could… It would be nice, but…” Hiccup reasoned. He didn’t seem into the idea, which was fine. Honestly, you didn’t mind having this spot all to yourself.

There wasn’t much of a practical way to sink into the waters without stripping nearly bare anyways. Hiccup’s armor would most definitely be damaged by the water, and you didn’t like the idea of marching back to Berk in sopping wet furs.

Your undergarments certainly weren’t up to scratch for the kind of soak you were looking for.

“We don’t have a change of clothes.” You said, meeting his eyes head on. The two of you looked at each other for a moment.

Hiccup must have followed the same line of thought, looking at you like he’d caught something odd and he didn’t know what to do with it. There was an odd feeling curling in your stomach, and an awkwardness that hadn’t been so palmable between you since before… Before.

Did it really matter if he saw you naked? Or at least clothed only partially? It wasn’t as if you’d never seen him the same during all your years of semi-sturdy friendship.

You spent a moment feeling the skin on your face begin to warm, brows crinkling with a remembrance that sort of killed the mood before you glanced away with as much casualness as you could muster.

“Do you think we could get back in time?” You asked instead.

“Well, there’s not much hope, but I guess it’s worth a try,” Hiccup started hesitantly.

You and Hiccup stared down at the small bubbling hole at the base of an empty basin. It had been an awkward walk back to the Village. Still, you seemed incapable of suggesting anything else. Hiccup, too.

“Gods damn it,” Hiccup said.

You shrugged, the roll of cloth under your hands shifting only slightly. Besides the tarp strapped to your back and the towels to Hiccup’s, the both of you were carrying a set of undergarments you found which should have covered just enough to remain modest in the springs.

Toothless, behind the two of you, basket in mouth, grumbled as he dropped it to the tall grass floor. You’d brought him along in order to help carry the bulk of your things.

“Well,” You started, puzzling to yourself, hand under your chin, “I mean, we could try what you did last time? With the Terrors?”

“But with a Scauldron, right?”

You nodded, “Honestly, it’s that or head back.”

Hiccup winced, immediately backing away to settle down onto one knee. He was turned to face your right, so that he was looking out towards the forest.

He opened his mouth and cupped his hands, then paused. Then he tried again. But no sound game out. The whole time Toothless looked peeved, eyes shifting between the two of you as he snorted.

You stared blankly, waiting, which was probably the first time you and Toothless ever felt the same sort of emotion, though you most likely meant it in a much more joking fashion than he did.

“I can’t do it with you watching,” Hiccup said, finally.

You squinted at him, wondering what was up with the sudden-onset stage fright, just as Toothless rolled his eyes, shaking his torso like a wet dog, causing a hastily-clipped basket to fall off his saddle.

“Oh,” You said, turning around and grinning to yourself, “Alright. Howl away.”

You hoped he hadn’t figured out how to get to the fish basket yet. It would be a pain to walk back to Berk with everything in hand, and it would be very easy for Toothless to leave without his incentive to follow the hostage on his back.

“It’s not howling.” Hiccup deadpanned.

You knew that. You were actually pretty decent at it, back when you were still involved in the dragon business.

“Alright.”

You stared out at a heavy wall of fauna, a large leaf and a towering set of two trees consuming the vast majority of your vision. You watched a bug crawl up the exterior of one and noted to yourself silently that you would have to watch where you rested your things while you were in the spring, if what Hiccup was trying was to work.

You listened to him shift and shuffle, moving around until Toothless must have gotten tired of waiting and he himself let out a loud, echoing roar.

You jumped back, caught off guard, jerking towards the pair with your ears covered by your hands, undergarments, falling to the grass below.

“How long do you think it will take to fill up?” You asked from the floor, hips sinking into the grass as you pushed yourself up, shrugging the straps holding the large cloth tarp in place off your shoulders.

“Not sure,” Hiccup said, shifting from foot to foot, “We should get changed first.”

“Yeah,” You agreed, tossing it over to him. He weighed it in his hands, examining it before pulling it free and letting it unravel onto the floor.

“Hey, do you have any idea where we packed the blanket?” You asked. It was a bit overkill, but… You bit your lip.

“In the saddle, I think.”

You inhaled touchily as Hiccup gripped onto the edge of the tarp, turning from you to throw the other end out, watching it unfurl as it caught air, “Ah, do you think you could get it?”

Swiftly though not without ungain, Hiccup slung the tarp over one of the low-hanging branches, the ends of the fabric falling horizontally over the thick grasses and bushes around you.

You supposed that meant the tarp was unnecessary, the forest here enough to bless you with cover and privacy. You noted that down.

“What? He’s harmless,” Hiccup said, letting the curtain fall closed behind him.

You squinted into the sky, up through a very small window, shafting light down through the trees. You would have worried that no other dragons would heed Toothless’ call, knowing that you yourself wouldn’t, had you not already heard the hurried beating of wings from up above.

You stuck your tongue out at Hiccup, then turned it towards his dragon.

Honestly, it was still unimaginable to you that Toothless had developed the ability to become Alpha. It was insane, and insanely lucky. For Hiccup, that is.

The two of you, meaning you and Toothless, had never been left alone in the same room together for a reason, though most people just thought it was your fault. The reason being that Toothless didn’t like you, and you didn’t like him as a result of that.

Harmless… Right. You scoffed.

You knew you knew better and you reassured yourself of that fact, as Toothless grumbled at you from across the small space.

Hiccup shook his head at you, quirking the corner of his mouth to the side as it formed a fondly exasperated line, unclipping various satchels and baskets from Toothless’ back.

You grimaced and scooted further away from the dragon, nudging the basket of fish closer to him with your foot, hoping that he might take more of an interest in that instead.

You kept your eyes trained on the dragon even as Hiccup walked to his side with his clothes under his arm shuffling through the treeline and behind the curtain.

“You have enough room?” You squinted at Toothless, resting your arms against your knees, and he narrowed them back.

It had been a tricky job to get his things without anyone else noticing, a lot of careful pressing around corners and tricky, calculated jabs from Toothless, many of which you were still bitter about.

“It’s enough,” Hiccup responded, voice trained.

The scaly thing was still grumpy; the chances of him soldering a grudge were high, especially where you were involved. The two of you called him away from a tussle with some other dragons from around the bend, which he seemed to be enjoying by at least some measure.

If only he’d put some of that energy into being a more attentive Alpha. You wrinkled your nose, judging the dragon like a temperamental parent.

You listened to the shifting of leaves, fabric and leather before deciding you’d been waiting too long, much too used to doing things on your own time.

“I’m just going to change over here,” You called through the curtain, “Turn around, will you?” You asked Toothless, who grumbled at you disgruntledly, the ridges of his brows as furrowed as he could make them.

“Turn around, Toothless,” Hiccup confirmed from behind the curtain.

He shifted with a grumble, lumbering sideways and around, though not without whacking you in the calf with his tail, first.

You finished changing just as the first few dragons began to settle down.

You shuffled to the side once you were ready, letting Hiccup through to order and direct, gentle-parenting the dragons into doing what you needed.

You watched him. He was shirtless, legs bare, though his left ankle remained wrapped to his prosthetic. You wondered if it hurt, sometimes, though you hadn’t the courage to ask.

He was slim as always, muscled but not quite muscly, more soft than not. It went unsaid that he was not nearly as built or wide as any of the other Viking men, so you tried not to ogle.

You sat, legs crossed on the ground as Hiccup directed the Scauldrons and Gronkle in turn, slowly patching and filling up the pool.

“How long do you think it will take to cool down?” You asked as he sent them off and he came over to stand by you, settling himself onto the small stretch of grass you were laid in.

“Not sure,” He answered.

At one point Toothless turned towards the trees, shaking himself off before beginning to march through the underbrush.

“Hey, don’t go too far, bud,” Hiccup called after him.

The two of you sat there, just you, watching steam rise from the pool

“He’s been really independent lately,” Hiccup stiffened slightly, picking at the wooden end of his prosthetic, “Yeah…”

You moved back to give him space as he unraveled the leather wraps keeping his prosthetic secure to his leg, revealing a stump and a good amount of pinched scar tissue.

You spent a moment longer looking at it than you probably should’ve before looking away. You’d never seen it before

You wondered if Astrid had. You couldn’t imagine a world where she hadn’t.

Hiccup sunk into the water first.

Sweat beaded on your forehead as you hovered above it, hands lightly gripping the edge of the pool.

You dipped your toes in before all at once you sunk into the water, drifting down until your feet touched ground, sighing as you felt the heat rise up to your hips.

The ground was made up of small pebbles and smooth stone, and much nicer on the bottoms of your feet than you’d expected.

There was a ledge underneath, just the right height and length going around the inner edge of the pool on most sides to make a nice enough bench. You waded towards it, settling over the concave surface, ignoring the slight unevenness of it.

You relaxed, going boneless underwater, feeling your face redden as the heat from the water floated up into it, causing a line of sweat to run down your cheek.

With nothing else to you, your eyes drifted over towards Hiccup. He was much the same, though he was a little more out of it.

He really needed it, you supposed.

You blinked at him as he tilted his head back, exposing freckled skin, much more faded than when you were younger but visible just the same.

You eyed a multitude of cuts, long and light against his tan, following them down to a long vertical cut by the right side of his chest.

“What’s on your mind?” Hiccup’s voice brought you back to alertness, breaking the spell the spring seemed to put you under.

You tilted your head back and forth, debating whether or not you should answer.

He followed your eyesight instead, answering the silent question in your eyes.

“That… Axe. Training accident,” He answered, shrugging. You marveled at the casualness of it all.

“...And that one?”

“Dragon racing. Caught in the side by one of the spikes over Hofferson house,” You nodded. You hadn’t been in town for that one.

“And, I’m guessing, that’s why you guys use more of a track, now?”

Hiccup rubbed his neck sheepishly.

“Where’d you get yours?” He asked

Being able to talk and converse with him like this was great and all, but you were afraid that behind all the mindless platitudes and play-warmth he would finally, finally see you. See deeper than the scars like cracks on your surface, seep right into line lines and stare into your core to somehow find you wanting.

You hunched slightly inwards self consciously.

“Hey, it’s… it’s okay if you don’t want to talk about it,”

Hiccup drifted towards you, resting his hand on the side of your shoulder.

You kept your eyes trained downwards, staring at large groups of bubbles as they rose to the surface, coloring the water an opaque white.

Your exhale blew hotly back into your face, rising up with the steam.

You nodded.

Hiccup hummed under his breath, voice tinted with a hint of confusion.

You pressed your thumbs into his shoulder blades in the dark of your hut, moving with his muscles as he groaned and flexed them backwards.

You felt the outline of lightning scars under his shirt and followed them down lazily, rubbing a path around them, pushing deep into weary muscle through his thick tunic.

Hiccup leaned into it. Again, you moved to accommodate him.

You shifted over your hastily done bed, dull fabric shifting below you.

Afternoon light trickled in through the blinds.

You counted every scar visible above the line of his collar, each cut and scab that formed alabaster marks against peachy-tan skin.

You worked through knots, strains and strains and stresses, watching with a careful eye as Hiccup softened, letting them melt off and away.

You worked your way back up, and down, leaning maybe a bit closer than necessary, feeling your breath on your face as you exhaled into the nape of his neck, lifting your elbow higher in order to get a hard spot a few lengths away from his spine.

Hiccup let out a breathy sigh.

You flushed.

You sifted through the assortment of ripe berries in the cart, humming thoughtfully.

You weren’t quite sure what to buy. Honestly, you didn’t need to buy any at all. You had a large enough stock at home to guarantee you’d not need to buy or forage anything until the next year.

You would never say it out loud but you were actually out to take inventory. A whole lot of the other Vikings would be displeased to hear about it, you were sure. It was a good way for you to keep stock of what was in store and what you would need to search for on your own. It was how you made your coin.

It was quite easy, especially when you took advantage of your close proximity to Gothi. Though a tough and harried healer, she was still an elder and it was much more convenient to have the shops travel up towards her.

Some might have called it ‘taking advantage of the elderly,’ but you were loath to the idea. You didn't upcharge her by too much. Whenever you did up the price, it was much deserved payback for dumping her waste down your side of the mountain. Somehow it always landed on your roof.

You brought your finger to your chin and moved to accommodate a newcomer you sensed by the corner of your eye, careful not to look up at the stall keeper, who was squinting down at you suspiciously. You were afraid he might have been catching on.

You walked over to a wide array of scales, most likely scavenged from the dropped and shed skins of the dragons who enjoyed roaming around town.

You enjoyed the fresh air, the wind as it flowed over your scalp. You felt light and pleased, one hand held to your back as you pursued the displayed wares.

There was a nice arranged pyramid of orangish-reddish scales and a set of electric yellow and purple sat above a wrinkled, dull green cloth, and a line of iridescent scales by your right hand.

“You see something you like?” You startled as you heard a voice murmur by your ear. It seemed to be that you were so engrossed in pretending to be invested that you hadn’t noticed as your fellow shoppe leaned into your space.

You walked to the side, turning so that you were leaning away from her.

It was a woman, brown hair nearing red, the brightest auburn you’d ever seen in the light, dressed in a thin layer of furs with both hands on her hips. You recognized this woman.

“These came from me,” She exclaimed calmly, voice running off her tongue like thick, gooey honey.

The stall keeper rolled his eyes, “You’ll get your cut, don’t worry.”

The question must have been obvious in your eyes because Valka smiled, “Oh, yes, I collected those myself, you see.”

You smiled uncomfortably as Valka laughed to herself, finally backing up a tad.

You straightened your back and your shoulders, exhaling deeply.

Though she was unbalanced from her time away from general society, she was confident and it served her well.

Her swell mood was contagious. You quirked your lips with the urge to join in, though to your chagrin, your own laughter came out more as a breathy uncomfortable chuckle than anything. You were also very much out of practice.

She didn’t seem to notice, though you knew that was most likely a calculated effort. You were glad for it.

“Hello,” You managed an honest smile, “Trying to push sales?”

“I’ve a bit of a vested interest in this shop, I should say,” She said, examining you as if you were a sort of creature from a land she’d never seen before, “Who are you?”

Valka paused, blinking to herself. Before you could respond again, she asked, “What’s your name? What’s your story?”

She didn’t know, you realized with a pang. There was no reason for her to, of course, Hiccup being your only link to each other and the two of you hadn’t been nearly as close as you had been before, as of late, but it still hurt a little. Definitely put a damper on your mood.

You kept up your smile anyways, mimicking her pose.

“I’ve not much of a story to tell, I’m sad to say,” You inclined your head.

“Everyone’s got a story,” Valka insisted, “Even-Oh, it should be-...”

You hummed your question.

“It’s probably wandered off somewhere, the frightful thing… There-! This one’s been pretty helpful,” Valka pointed out behind you, “A bashful thing, helped me bring down some of the wares. He showed up a few months before, well…”

Her eyes unfocused and her stance fell just the smallest bit. You winced with sympathy, remembering how Drago had smothered the island in ice before nearly killing off all of its inhabitants. She was very open about it, especially in the hall, and word spread faster than fire on Berk. It must have been difficult to lose her husband and her Alpha Dragon all in one day.

You shifted, turning following her direction after a moment of solidarity, and froze.

With its head bowed down, looking guiltily away from across the clearing was a dragon. Your dragon.

She leaned forwards against you conspiratorially, though this time you didn’t react, even as she whispered loudly in your ear with false secrecy, “It doesn’t hurt to have a bit of extra change on hand, you see. That’s why I’m here.”

“I do see,” You nodded along, though something about your voice was off as you spoke, still staring at your old dragon. Your voice was much too sharp and flat and cracked in all the wrong places.

You blinked away a light burning in your eye, refusing to meet your dragon by the eyes.

Your heart twinged, ruffled and upset as you were all at once confronted with the reality that you really had been abandoned, though it wasn't as bitter a fruit knowing that it had been, in part, your fault.

“So, you said these scales are on sale?” You cleared your throat, turning back towards the stall with the full intent to ignore the thing as you would a stranger, which it might have very well been.

“Which would you recommend?” Your eyes refused to focus as you blocked it out of your mind, refusing to acknowledge the faces or manners of any of the people around you.

It was because of that that you just nearly missed him, approaching down the path to your left, once again clad in dark gray and brown leather.

“Oh, hello, Hiccup!” You called.

“You’re trembling,” Hiccup noted with surprise in his voice as you approached.

“It’s been a while since I rode a dragon,” You admitted balefully, as the two of you strode towards Toothless’ saddle.

Even before, when you had just gotten yours, you’d had a hard time learning to love being up in the sky. But you pushed through it, because it was what Hiccup loved, and because it was getting to a point where you needed a dragon in order to keep up with everyone else.

You never did talk to anyone about how much it terrified you.

“Will you be alright?”

You nodded hesitantly, though privately you weren’t so sure, your heart beating like a drum.

Hiccup sighed, “We’re just headed to the sea stacks, right?”

“Yeah,” You took a few hesitant, shaking breaths before swinging yourself up on the saddle behind Hiccup, who looked back at you, securing his helmet as if he thought it might be better that he leave you behind, as if you might shatter at the slightest breeze.

“Thanks for taking me,” You looked away, ears burning shamefully. The things you could forage for on Berk weren’t cutting it. You needed the extra coin.

You jolted suddenly as you took off, alarm racing up and down your spine as you pressed yourself flush to Hiccup. You kept your eyes as straight ahead as possible, knowing that looking down, at the disappearing dow of Berk in the distance, would be your downfall.

You noticed Hiccup kept close to the ocean floor, guiding Toothless only just high enough to cleanly avoid the ocean waves below.

Past the wind rushing through your hair, the pressure plugging your eardrums and the sound of Toothless’ wings beating through the air, you realized that this wasn’t so bad.

Eventually your breathing evened and you were able to loosen up to some degree.

You leaned your head against his neck, arms relaxing slightly around your torso though your front stayed no less melded to his back.

You noticed the two of you had wandered all the way down, strolling the boundary between grazing fields, dotted by sheep, and the closer line of houses to your right.

You were still a slight bit shaken, though you’d made it back with all of your things intact plus extra, which was alright enough.

Hiccup looked back and forth, at where your hut ended just beyond the Great Hall, probably wondering if he should have been the one to walk you back instead.

“I don’t eat down at the hall much,” You looked back, keeping the silent ‘or ever’ to yourself.

“Well, I can understand why,” Hiccup looked to the side, voice sardonic, as the two of you, from a distance, watched Tuffnut and Snotlout wrestling for a plated chicken leg. You weren’t sure how they got so far out from the Great Hall so quickly. As far as you were aware, they didn’t serve food this early.

“Would you?” He asked.

Snotlout was able to pin Tuffnut to the ground, about to take a bit from the leg in his meaty grasp before Tuffnut basked him over the back of his head with the empty plate.

The other Riders were sat around him at the high table.

Hiccup seemed uncomfortable sitting up on the elevated platform reserved for the Chief and company by the forefront of the Great Hall. Out of place. Not quite like he was in shoes he hadn’t grown into yet, as was the saying, but more as if he was standing in front of a pair of shoes that did not belong to him at all.

You asked yourself if he might be more comfortable down with the common folk.

You sent him a small wave just as the two of you met eyes, Hiccup at once sending a complimentary quirk of the lips back.

You came.

It took you a few days to get there, but eventually you worked up the courage to make it down and to sidle around the heavily concentrated group of Vikings in the open floor of the hall.

Just as I promised.

You gave him a half-smile, lifting a spoon of stew to your mouth. It had been a while since you had tasted something from the hall. You had to admit it was a taste that you couldn’t replicate, not that you tried. You weren’t sure whether or not it was something you liked.

A crowd of Vikings obscured your vision as they walked past, large mugs and plates in hand.

You stared down at your bowl of stew and the thin slice of bread on the place beside it, wondering if all of this was worth it.

You were surprised when Hiccup settled down in front of you, startling you out of your own musings, plate of his own in hand.

You peered round him, back at the table to see the rest of the Riders and Gobber back up on the podium. They seemed just as equally confused.

“What brings you down here?” You got the vague idea that it was expected, though not a requirement of the Chief, for Hiccup to sit up by the front table. Something about establishing authority and basking in the attention or something before it wore off, you didn’t care.

It didn’t seem like something Hiccup was interested in, anyways.

“What, no ‘hello?’”

“Nope,” You popped the ‘p’ as Hiccup pulled out his journal from under his arm, settling it on the table to his side. You stared at brown leather and at all the small bits of parchment sticking out the sides.

“Let me see,” You said,

“You sure?” Hiccup asked with a crooked smile.

You nodded, beckoning him over to your side of the table, craning your neck as he laid the book out in front of you and settled down besides.

“What’s that?” You pointed downwards, as he began flipping through the pages.

“What, this?”

You hummed, “No, go back.”

Hiccup blinked, and you saw the minor realization wash over his face before he flipped back the page almost reluctantly, revealing a messily sketched out crack in the earth and a crude map of the archipelago with a bunch of x-es littering random regions over the sea.

“Do you mind if I…?”

He shook his head no, handing over his notebook as you pushed aside your stew.

You read over some of the notes to the side, furrowing your brow.

“The Caldera,” You said, remembering the old wives tale.

“Yeah,” Hiccup rubbed his neck, “I didn’t mean for you to see it, but what do you think?”

“There’s something about it, I don’t know,” You said, shrugging, “It would be really nice.”

Hiccup scrubbed his neck embarrassedly, “It’s just a fantasy I have sometimes.”

“Is that why you spent so much time wandering?” You nodded your head, taking a sip from the large mug in front of you with hunched shoulders, “It would make a great discovery.”

Hiccup nodded.

You got it. It was unbelievably unrealistic, but that was probably the point. It was something for him to chase after even after everything else became unfamiliar. There was something charming about its unattainability, in a way.

Mead. Maybe it was a comfort you yourself craved.

You barely paid attention as you filled your mug and his, watching as, across the hall and through warm and bustling bodies, Hiccup and Astrid spoke.

It was with all of the passion of a newly split couple. Though you couldn’t hear everything, you could see the meaningful tilt of Hiccup’s brown, the way his shoulders only moved when he spoke about something worthwhile, and the emotive movement of his hands.

They were leaning close together by a gaggle of the others, speaking in whispers. It was probably nothing of consequence to you. She was, still, his right hand woman.

But he looked at her like she hung the stars and wove this very Earth, hanging on to her every word, no matter the severity or banality.

You downed a mug, mead dripping down the corner of your chin. You wiped it off with your chin, lamenting and then going after another. It would take quite a great deal for you to get drunk.

You watched as Astrid walked away, back turned to Hiccup, her side exposed to you, and took note of the way, mouth open as if to speak, he reached out slightly, like he might be able to pull her back by some invisible string.

Your heart beat against itself, rhythm as loud and violent to your ears as the crashing waves outside down by the coast. You ignored it, tucking it away like a book under your pillow in the dark of night.

You furrowed your brows, picking up another mug and filling it to the brim. It was only considerate, if you were going to drink.

Your arms were full of mugs by the time you thought to wander back, balanced unevenly in your arms. He might need it just as bad as you did.

You’d stumbled back to Hiccup’s hut in the dark, chuckling and laughing like a pair who didn’t want to do much besides forget the world around you.

There was something tense in the air between the two of you despite the physical closeness. You weren’t quite sure when or how the two of you had fallen into each other, or why you thought this was a good idea.

You gasped through the press of lips and the taste of ale on tongue, backed up against a wooden wall, head pressed back against the hard, uneven surface.

You pulled apart, and Hiccup leaned forwards to rest his forehead against the wall by your head, panting in your ear.

You weren’t sure who you’d slept with and who you hadn’t. Many drunk nights at the Hall, sneaking large mugs of ale and mead into your small, lonely corner meant many mornings slung over beds in houses you weren’t familiar with. Being so disconnected meant it was easy for you to slip out and away without anyone noticing.

But you knew you were here, and you were here now.

You slipped your knee between his legs. He ground down on it.

Your undergarments were up to scratch this time, though you weren’t sure if you needed them.

You felt the rise and quell of feeling and emotion and dead conversation. You searched for something to say, something to soothe, to matter or to not in a way that mattered the way someone did when they knew they weren't great, but wanted to be.

He looked exhausted. Tired from hours on his feet, time he wasn’t allowed to spend alone and a while too long throwing ideas on building, automatic tailfins and infrastructure between the two of you.

Guilt curled around like a tiny worm in your stomach. It was the same feeling you got falling from a high place, the same kind you avoided every time you saw a dragon take off into the air.

You pondered if you should ask, wondering if it was fair to want him to take the first step or back away, hands drifting back and forth underwater.

“I’m… I’m sorry,” He said, and you weren’t sure why.

You tilted your head, sitting across from Hiccup in the same spring from before. His calf was pressed between your ankles, brushing over scar tissue as Hiccup sandwiched your left ankle between that and his other leg.

“Me too.” You were sorry, for taking up his time and his space, when all he wanted was something else. You thought he might rather be alone. If that was the case, you knew you would go.

Calves and ankles pressed together, shifting against each other under the water testingly.

Your face was red, heated by steam. Hiccup looked the same.

You scooted closer. Hiccup shifted forwards on his arms, leaning nearer to you.

You weren’t sure where you stood, since the night you spent together. You didn’t know if it meant anything or not, if it was a tryst born from your interest or Hiccup’s want to forget Astrid. You couldn’t remember.

But.

“Is it…?” He asked, eyes half-lidded.

You drifted forwards, standing up in the spring and met him the rest of the way, thighs slotted together.

Your arms were braced on either side of him underwater, palms resting on the smooth ledge surface.

Hiccup rested his hand on your arm, the other by your waist.

There were too many things between the two of you that went left unsaid. You hoped that one day you’d be able to say them.

“A-ash…” He breathed into your mouth.

You half-slid, half-climbed down the rocky cliffside, grinning to yourself as Hiccup jogged after, falling slightly behind your enthusiasm.

To be honest, you weren’t so sure about sharing this secret with Hiccup. It felt weighty, like you were putting it to bed somehow and you weren’t sure you liked that, not ready to give up your reprieve.

It was private to you, but also, maybe it would be worth it, to share something so nice with someone else. There was a low chance he hadn’t seen it yet anyways. Soon, the others would find out and all the other Vikings would start funneling in, you were sure.

You slid to a stop just barely in time, backtracking with your arms out, stumbling back-first into Hiccup.

The two of you fell backwards, Hiccup falling into a set of bushes stationed behind you.

“Oh, ow,”

“Are you alright?” You asked him, as you separated, quickly scooting over and peering down at him as he pulled himself from the fanning ferns.

The two of you were surrounded by rocks and fauna, world dark and blue in a way that felt fresh and new and freeing.

This ledge was one that was difficult to get to unless you knew the way, which you won through hard-earned practice and exploration.

The grass under you was cold, and wet from dew, But that was one of the many things you ceased to notice once you peered over the edge, at the beginning of a beautiful flickering.

“I’m alright,” Hiccup smiled, rubbing his head. You tried to look around him as if you might be able to see the back of it from the angle you were sitting.

“Look,” You pointed forwards with a breathy grin, as Hiccup settled himself beside you, your legs hanging limply over the side of the clifface.

He followed your direction, and he breathed. You could see the exact moment he looked down into the waters, calmer than they should be, always seeming flat and unassuming in this area.

You watched him focus, taken in by the mesmerizing sight.

Tiny dragons lit up the sea below, blinking pale pinks and greens and blues under the shifting water, looking very much like small, twinkling gems by the sand.

It was what you assumed was a mix between the glowing algae left over from the Flightmare’s time in the archipelago and the new, different kinds of dragons flooding Berk.

The two of you relaxed into the scene, calming in a way you were hard pressed to calm anywhere else. Maybe you had made the right call.

It was a while before either of you would break the silence

“I…” Hiccup started, he looked at you with open eyes, “I…”

You perked up slightly, turning your head by the most minute degree, watching him from the corner of your eye. You waited, giving him time to articulate himself.

“...I miss…”

His eyes twinkled, lights dancing in the shine of them, moving back and forth with the lights below. You softened in them, twisting so you were looking at him directly.

You wondered what he missed. You wondered if it was something to quell or nurture the beating blooming jittering feeling growing in your chest.

“Them,” Hiccup said finally, lamely, before stopping, leaning against your shoulder.

At the last moment, he looked away, pulling his hands off the ground and you read something a little like shame on his face as he said it, or on as much face as you could see, carefully tilted away from you.

You were sure you knew who, or whom he meant.

You remembered how he looked at Astrid the other night as she walked away. How something in his eyes just seemed to storm.

You remember how glum he was, still was, after the passing of his father, tall and mighty in a way that seemed to make him immortal.

You were glad. Just glad, and disappointed, in equal measure. But also you also couldn’t help but be a little disappointed that he hadn’t said something else.

You leaned back with equal weight onto his shoulder, though instead of feeling any sort of the warmth or amity you should have felt- or peace, like you usually did, staring down at the swirling lights, dancing with the currents- you just felt empty.

You took in the rustling of leaves behind you, the chittering and splashing of small dragons as they leapt out of the water, filling the air below with a colorful, glowing spray. Anything but the man besides you. The Chief, now.

“I know.”

#not an exact fill but close enough #no clinginess sorry could not work it in #how to train your dragon #httyd #x reader #fanfiction #toothless #httyd imagine #hiccup haddock #hiccup x reader #gender neutral reader

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unoislazy · 11 months

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Question, What Question? (Part 1)

Hiccup Haddock x Reader

Summary: Hiccup accidentally lets it slip that his father is expecting him to ask someone a question. Who could that someone be… and what’s the question?

Warning: has not been proof read, so bear with me

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“Morning Chief!” You cheered, hopping off your dragon as the crowd continued to cheer for you. You had just won the weekly dragon race which was one of your favorite activities to participate in alongside your friends.

The man before you gave a bellowing laugh as he walked towards you, arms opened wide. “Well if it isn’t the best rider in Berk!” He shouted, announcing your title loud enough for all to hear. You knew he was exaggerating but it was still an ego boost that you wouldn’t say no to.

Besides, he’s the chief, what he says goes.

“Thor almighty, you put up a good fight out there! Now If only you could convince Hiccup to stay put to watch.” He joked, earning a laugh from you.

“Telling Hiccup to stay put is like telling a songbird not to sing.” You said, earning a laugh that led into a sigh from Stoick. He rested his hands on his hips as he looked to the ground, almost as if he was lost in thought. You had been around both Hiccup and his father long enough to know that when Stoick was lost in thought, it meant he brought something up to Hiccup that didn’t go over well.

You thought it better not to ask before whistling for your dragon to come towards you.

“I’ll find him, he may be a dragon master, but he’s not a master at hiding his tracks.” You joked again, hopping up on DayBreaker, your dragon. Stoick looked up at you with a soft smile, he appreciated how much you cared for his son. He had his own issues with how he had treated him over the years, but seeing someone who clearly loved him unconditionally… it warmed his heart.

Without another word you were off, it didn’t take long to figure out where Hiccup had gone. Once you had passed a blasted rock formation, you knew you were close.

As you neared the vast layout of islands sprinkled with beautifully colored yellow and orange leaves, you could hear faint shouting that was all too familiar to you. You directed your dragon to land safely as you watched Hiccup, who was hanging on for dear life onto his dragon being held over the ledge. You snickered to yourself as you continued to watch the two interact with one another before finally revealing your presence.

“Afternoon,” Hiccup greeted once he noticed you, “welcome to Itchy Armpit.” He said, showing off the rest of the land you hadn’t seen yet.

“Did toothless help with the naming again?” You asked, hopping off DayBreaker to let her and Toothless play. Hiccup gasped in a playful manner,

“Have you no faith in my naming capabilities?” He pretended to be offended as he put a hand to his chest.

“You named your best friend after the fact he had no teeth.” You teased, giving him a light punch on his arm. He smiled before returning to his offended demeanor.

“Oh you are asking for it.” He said in a teasing tone, one that matched your own.

“It would be a real shame if…woah what’s that?” He asked, convincing you to turn your head. While you weren’t looking Hiccup had raised his arms as if to simulate claws as he wrapped his arms around you, trapping you. You laughed, struggling to get out of his grasp.

You smiled mischievously before ‘accidentally’ elbowing the contraption on his chest, letting loose his new fin, resulting in him letting you go completely.

“Oh, that was a low blow.” He said, only the slightest bit annoyed as he began to rewind the fin.

“Survival of the fittest.” You said and just before he could properly respond, DayBreaker and Toothless had run past you, knocking you both over.

You had awkwardly landed on top of him, your chest entirely on top of his. You continued to laugh as you tried to get off of him, he was laughing but in a more pained manner as he had landed on a really odd spot on his back.

You helped him up as you moved to a comfortable seated position. Toothless and DayBreaker continued to play behind you as if nothing had happened.

The wind began to flow past, messing with the hair on Hiccup's head. You couldn’t help but admire him as he stared out to the other islands of Itchy Armpit.

Your relationship with him had been odd to say the least, you both had grown up around each other but you weren’t all that close. He was always running around doing his own awkward little thing, and you more or less just watched from the sidelines. It wasn’t until you had accidentally stumbled across him one day in the woods, riding a dragon of all things, did you actually begin to talk to him.

Once he had realized you weren’t going to rat him out, you two instantly hit it off and you became closer as the years went on.

At this point you two had been dating for about three years now, and while it wasn’t the smoothest relationship in the world, you two clearly worked well together.

“So… what did your father say to you?” You asked quite out of the blue. He looked over to you, shocked.

“He told you about it?” He asked, surprised his dad would mention anything about his personal issues, even if he didn’t give away any clear details.

“No, but he always goes into thought when you guys have had a disagreement of some kind… I figured something had happened.”

Hiccup's shock had dwindled quickly, realizing that you were just observant.

“Well… yeah. He had mentioned a few things to me this morning, just the general, ‘Son you need to get on this, son don’t forget this, Son you should ask the question, son-“ Hiccup continued on, but you were stuck in confusion on his last point.

“Ask who what question?” You asked, and almost immediately Hiccup froze.

“Question? What question? Why would I be asking someone a question?” He says, clearly nervous as if he slipped up in some way. Which you knew he had. The thing about being with Hiccup for so long was you easily picked up on his quirks and what they meant, and a lot of them were tell-tale signs for when he was nervous, annoyed, or if he had said something he wasn’t really supposed to.

“Hiccup, what question?” You asked again, to which he did not respond. You genuinely had no idea what he meant by it, or why he was acting the way he was.

He stood rigidly, tapping the sides of his legs before looking out beyond the landscape of Itchy Armpit, his facial features seemed to contort in confusion as he squinted his eyes.

“Something’s happening…” He muttered quietly. You scoffed in response,

“Hiccup, that’s not going to work on me this tim-“

“No look.” He says, gently grabbing your face with one hand and forcing you to look at the large plume of smoke coming from beyond the trees. Within a matter of a few seconds you had already forgotten what you were on hiccup about, much to his relief.

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Fem!Hiccup x Male Reader

Artwork by @avannak

“Hicca!” The booming voice of Stoick the Vast echoes thru the island of Berk. The chief looks around for his prized daughter as he clutches a letter in his fist.

Hicca lands a second later, Toothless purring a little.

“By Freya, Dad,” Hicca smirks, “I’m sure the Beserkers could hear you with that voice”

“Hicca we need to talk” Stoick puts a gentle hand on her.

It all had to do with the letter. A message from the nearby isle of Doon. Secretive in nature, no one had much contact with them. No one except Stoick.

“The ruler of Doon wishes to discuss a peace treaty with Berk” Stoick explains to his daughter in the sanctity of their hut. “That only means one thing-“

“Marriage, Dad?!” Hicca huffs as she unhooks Toothless’ saddle. “I-I can’t marry someone I haven’t even met”

“Doom’s ruler has a son your age-“ Stoick explains exasperatedly.

“Oh great! Another Snotlout” Hicca huffs some more. She goes to cooking the meal as Toothless lights the fire under the stove.

“Your mother and I were an arranged marriage. It’s quite common amongst the chiefs of the isles.” Stoick taps his helmet, a little sign of love to the memory of his wife. “Berk needs an ally and Doon’s extending an offer. I’m sorry…” Stoick breathes out a little defeated.

Hicca packed her bags onto Toothless’ saddle as Stoick did to his dragon. For the good of Berk, Hicca had to convince herself. She just hoped and prayed to Odin, Thor and Freya that this Doon ruler would be better than the Beserkers.

The flight to the isle of Doon was relatively short, a two hour flight. All Hicca could see on the horizon was an isle shrouded in fog. It appeared so foreboding at the moment.

Whoosh! A white blur zooms past her and Toothless. The black dragon growls in confusion.

“We’re here,” Stoick says.

“Stoick the Vast” you say, hoping your tone voices all the warmth you could bring to your guests.

“(Y/N)? (Y/N) the Swift?” Stoick looks around unable to see you.

“Where are you?” Hicca looks around, unable to see you either. “Reveal yourself”

“As you wish,” you smile and tap your dragon playfully “Snowstorm? Our guests want to see us”

Your Light Fury undoes her camouflage, revealing herself and you.

“Welcome to Doon,” you smile as you pull off your helmet. Hicca couldn’t help but let out a small gasp. You were handsome, by Freya she hoped that you were as kind. Your armor and helmet were made of old scales from Snowstorm.

Hicca removes her helmet and locks eyes with you.

You found yourself distracting by Hicca’s beauty. Her emerald eyes, how they could tell of her vast intelligence and kindness. Her brunette hair, tied in a loose ponytail. You had never seen a young woman as beautiful and yet so humble at the same time.

“Y-You ride a Light Fury?” Hicca looks to you in amazement, snapping you back to reality.

“Snowstorm?” You give your dragon a gentle pet. “Oh yeah”

Snowstorm spots Toothless and gives him a gentle purr. The Night Fury couldn’t help but give a gummy smile back.

“Come” you point to your home, “I have a stew on the stove”

You give Snowstorm another pat and the two of you take off into the mist. Hicca and Stoick fly in after you.

The mist parts revealing the rolling green hills of Doon. The isle was double if not triple the size of Berk. And nestled on the coast was the village of Doon. Hicca found herself gasping again. The island had dragons living among it. Intricate stables and wide open ranges that provided housing to both Vikings and dragons.

You land at the center of town. Hicca and Stoick follow suit.

Hicca slides down Toothless’ spine to come face to face with a blind dragon.

“Don’t mind Plymouth” you smile as you guide the blind dragon away from her, “she’s old and a little blind. But she’s a loving one”

Hicca looks around and realizes that most of the dragons on Doon have little disabilities. Missing tails, claws and even mended wings.

“Doon’s a dragon sanctuary” she breathes out.

“You are correct, my fellow dragon rider” you answer back as you walk up to her and give a kiss to her knuckles. Hicca couldn’t help but blush.

“Aye that’s why ye been so secretive” Stoick chimes in.

You lead the two up to your hut, rather simple for a ruler. Toothless and Snowstorm run off, frolicking with delight.

“My father passed away a couple winters ago” you explain “so now I’m the ruler of Doon. Thank you for agreeing to come”

Stoick looks to you uneasily, “ah yes the…uh…marriage”

Hicca looks to you, maybe a little hopeful but also embarrassed.

“Marriage? I don’t exactly see the need for that” you let out a chuckle. “I would rather marry for love than some old rule”

Hicca couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief or maybe it wasn’t anymore.

“But most peace treaties are completed with a marriage between the two families” Stoick counters.

“I know” you say with a smirk “but I’d rather just shake hands, enjoy some stew with ale and have a bit of trust for our two nations”

“How good of an ale are we talking?” Stoick asks with a little chuckle.

Stoick passed out after about his tenth pint of ale. You and Hicca shared a good laugh about it.

“We have exactly two minutes until my dad reawakens and asks for more ale” Hicca giggles.

“Two minutes is all i need” you giggle back as you take her hand.

You guide Hicca out to the porch, overlooking all of Doon. The two of you look over to see Toothless and Snowstorm sitting close together, their tails wrapped around each other like two lovers holding hands.

“They seem happy” Hicca chimes in.

“I think I may have to let Snowstorm head back to Berk with you. She’s clearly smitten with him” You answer back.

“It’s amazing what you’ve done here” Hicca breathes in the whole essence of the isle.

“Not as amazing as you!” you answer back, “I-I mean what you’ve done.”

Hicca blushes, “It wasn’t easy but you learn to adapt. And it all started with him.” She points to Toothless.

“For me, it started with her” you point to Snowstorm.

The two of you can’t help but share a laugh. Kindred souls, you never thought you’d meet someone like Hicca.

“I-I’m hoping that maybe I could see you again” Hicca says before shying away, “I mean it would be beneficial for our two kingdoms to-um…”

You take a chance and give her a kiss on the cheek. Hicca freezes and then a small smile forms on her face.

“I’d love to see you again too” you answer back.

Hicca balances on her toes before grabbing you and pulling you into a kiss. "Sorry" she blushes, "not very proper of the daughter of a chief"

"well who wants to keep holding to traditions?" you smile back. Hicca giggles as she leans her forehead against yours.

What you both failed to see was that Stoick had woke up from his stupor and saw the whole scene. Surprisingly he couldn't help but smile. Something about Hicca and you reminded him of his time with Valka.

You and Hicca would establish a nice peace treaty between Berk and Doon. A way for Vikings and dragons to live in peace. And with time, rather a couple months, you and Hicca would unite your kingdoms in a double wedding: you to Hicca and Toothless to Snowstorm.

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stupendouspizzacomputer · 17 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)

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•Cyd (animal crossing/Nintendo)

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•Hiccup (Httyd/How to train your Dragon)

•Astrid (Httyd/How to train your Dragon)

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•Tuffnut (Httyd/How to train your Dragon)

•Snotlout (Httyd/How to train your Dragon)

•Fishlegs (Httyd/How to train your Dragon)

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skyeet-the-writer · 2 years

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The Dragon Queen of Fiska

Chapter Two: Feasts and Fists

hey 🧍‍♀️ its me again. did i have this in my drafts for months and forgot abt it until just now? yes. my bad. but will i have the next chapter out soon despite the fact that i work on it? ...maybe.

ANYWAY LOVE YALL COLLEGE HAS MADE ME DEPRESSED BUT MAYBE THIS WILL BRING ME SOME SERATONIN x.

dagur the deranged x female!reader

summary: y/n finally meets dagur the deranged during an annual treaty singing. during the feast, they both learn a lot about each other and how terrifying the other can be

word count: ~5.4k

warnings: swearing, violence, mentions of alcohol

Months passed since your last visit to Berk. It’s the cusp of spring now, the remaining snow from the most recent blizzard finally beginning to melt away. The air was still cold and your elkskin cloak went with you everywhere you went.

A fire crackles in the hearth of the Great Hall. People often come in to warm themselves or to converse with their friends, safe from the briskness of the outside.

You sit at the head table with Ingrid, looking over parchments. In a few days, those from the Berserker tribe will visit for their annual treaty signing, as well as the annual bear hunt that went along with it. It always took place on your island. That was one of the only places in the archipelago where one could find bears. Many tribes had hunted them down and killed them off their islands. But your people kept them at a reasonable number. There were even stories of old chiefs taming bears and keeping them as pets.

You’re looking forward to this. It’s your first time doing this in your father’s stead. You’ll also meet the infamous Dagur the Deranged. You’ve heard a lot of him. How he loved to kill dragons. How he was one of the youngest chiefs after his father’s death. You figured that was one thing you two had in common.

The other being the fact that you were both bat-shit insane.

“This’ll be fun!” you exclaim, smiling. “Me and Dagur, together in the forest, killing bears with our bear hands.” You grinned at the thought, blood rushing through your veins like lightning from Odin himself.

Ingrid looks at you with a raised brow. “Did you mean that pun?”

You just stare at her, confused, your smile gone from your face. “What?”

She just shakes her head. “Nothing. Anyway, they’ll be here before tomorrow night, we know that for sure. Also, we’ll need to hide our dragons. Dagur is notorious for killing dragons.”

“Aren’t most Vikings? We can hold him off. Besides, if he touches them then we can kill all of them.”

Ingrid shrugs. “True. Still, I’d advise we send them off just to be safe.”

You consider her words before you nod in agreement. “Yeah, it’s for the best. Besides, judging by the Berserker’s reputation, I’d rather not have a quarrel with them. We’ll send them off tomorrow morning to the craggy rocks. They’ll be fine there. It’s too dangerous for Vikings to roam to as well.”

Ingrid nods. “Very well. Also, I’ve already got some of the servants making the Berserkers’ beddings for their stay. Those few spare homes shall do them well, no?”

You agree with her. “What else?”

“The farmers will slaughter their pigs, yaks, and chickens for the welcoming feats tomorrow morning and the cooks will get them prepared. We’re lucky we’ve had some time since the last storm.” She places her charcoal pencil down and stands up straight, stretching her arms.

“Yes,” you reply, doing the same as she does. “Alright, if that’s it, then I’m going to head out. Thorhild is giving birth and I cannot miss the birth of my cousin.”

Ingrid gives you a smile. “Very well. What will the baby be named?”

You begin to head out and shrug. “No idea. Shall I suggest Ingrid?”

Your friend laughs and you exit the hall, great spruce doors banging shut behind you.

It’s midday when you reach your cousin’s home and sunset when you leave. You release a breath of relief, free from the hot, sickly smelly home. Your cousin did well. Her son was named Magnus. Strength.

You walk home alone. You enter your home alone. You eat a light dinner of broth alone and practice your reading alone. You’ve been alone almost all your life. Your mother died during a dragon attack and your father died of sickness a year ago. You’ve grown used to being along and you don’t mind it.

The next day, it’s clear and bright. The snow is all melted by late morning and by late afternoon, Ingrid calls to you.

You’ve just returned with Eid after sending the dragons away. There is no trace that any of them even lived in the village. Their saddles are hidden underneath floorboards and their stables can be passed off as sheds or barns.

“What is it, Ingrid?” you ask her, jogging down the hill to the cliff where she’s standing.

She hands your her spyglass and you look where she’s pointing. You spot three ships bearing the Berserker crest on their sails. They’re large, as most ships are. Their prows are decorated with large, exaggerated figureheads of dragons, sharp eyes, and long teeth to match.

You hand the spyglass back to Ingrid and beam, heart thumping with anticipation. “Let’s go welcome them, then!”

By the time the three of you climb down the cliffs and down to the beach, they are close enough to the dock for you to greet them. You search for Dagur but cannot find him yet. You’re fairly sure of how he looks. A bit taller than you, a tall helmet and three blue stripes tattoos over his face. That would stand out for sure, as tattoos were not common among Vikings.

“Welcome, Berserkers,” you say in a loud and proud voice, “to the isle of Fiska, home of the Savage Ax tribe!”

The men drop their anchors and rope their ships to the docks. The wood creaks and water splashes at your feet. Your heart is thrumming in your chest.

Their gangplank falls and one of the men holds up his spear. "Presenting the high chief of the Berserker tribe! Cracker of skulls! Slayer of beasts! The great and fearsome Dagur the Deranged!"

Up steps a boy not older than you, head covered by helmet but eyes shone green as emeralds and as wild as the sea. Immediately, you're drawn to him.

Dagur the Deranged walks down the plank and you notice that he's laughing to himself.

"What's so funny?" you ask him, voice even and a smirk playing at your lips.

"Oh, nothing," he says, shoulders back. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Y/N the Raging. I've heard a lot about you." His eyes narrow and are fixed upon you. A shiver goes down your spine.

"All good things, I hope. But then again, bad things wouldn't be too terrible, either. As long as they're terrible enough."

"I've heard you're one of the most feared women in the archipelago."

A burst of pride blooms in your chest and you urge it down. "Is that so? I wouldn't say that." Cheekily, you look away, feigning humbleness.

"One of the youngest chieftains alive," says Dagur, clearly trying to flatter you, though you know in nothing more than an attempt to be on your good side. "One said to have raided every town from here to the Thunderrock fjords. Killer of dragons, slayer of men." His tone changes. Before, it was flattering and admirable. Now, it's condescending and taunting. "Tell me, how is it one has so many titles yet is this underwhelming in person?"

Your mood is always ready to change at the drop of a coin, but this time, it changed quicker than ever. Heat rushes to your face, embarrassment. Did he just call you underwhelming? In front of his people, in front of your people. Did he know who you were? Did he know what you could do to him? If you called, your dragons would come in an instant and burn him to ash, leaving nothing but that big, obnoxious helmet of his behind.

"Excuse you?" you ask him in a deadly quiet voice. "Cheif Dagur, do you dare insult me on my own shores?" Your hands want to reach for the ax at your hip, but instead, you ball your hands into fists, nails digging into the skin of your palm.

"I do not," he replies, voice and face both calm, neutral. "I only challenge you to prove me wrong." And then he smiles, a crazed smile, a smile of someone who seemed to fool Loki himself.

Never in your life have you turned down a challenge. When you were younger, another child in the village dared you to jump from a cliff on the beach down to the reef below. You did as he said and came out with a broken ankle and toes. Ingrid once challenged you to shoot an apple off of her head when you were young teens. You nearly shot her head off twice before she finally insisted that you stop.

Your father did not raise a corward, he did not raise a chicken. And you would not have this boy, this immature Chief, belive that you were cowardly.

Ingrid and Eid whisper behind you. You can hear some of your people as well as Dagur's men begin to whisper. Your vision turns red and you resist the urge to hold him at axe-point.

"Do not test me, boy." You spit out the last word, glaring at him. "Or you will see that I can be given much more colorful names. Now, tell me. Have you ever witnessed a bear?"

"Can't say that I have," he tells you, smirking still. Oh how you want to wipe that off of his stupid, smug face.

"Oh, you will," you whisper. Stepping back, you straighten up. You took a deep breath to contain your anger and say in a loud, clear voice, "Are you aware of the annual Savage Ax bear hunt?"

"My father mentioned it," he replies, taking a step back as well. The two of you no longer sound hostile towards the other, but the tension is still there, thick and sharp. "After signing the treaty, the chiefs went together."

"It's been a tradition since my great-great-grandfather, Erik, first made the treaty with the Berserkers," you explain. It was something you had heard your father say over and over again. "The chiefs would meet in the morning and set out together to find the biggest brown bear living in the forests." You hold out a hand behind you, towards the great, towering trees, swaying in the late winter wind.

A look crosses over Dagur's face. Pride, perhaps? Excitement? You don't blame him, you're also looking forward to the hunt. Maybe not with him, but still.

"Sounds like quite the challenge."

You smirk. "Oh, it is. But first! You and your men must be starving and exhausted. Come, let us feast!"

Dagur's men cheer and you turn to Ingrid, quickly motioning her forward. "Is the feast ready yet?"

"Not quite, my lady."

Your eyes narrow. Thor, you give those people one simple task and yet they cannot do it. "Tell them to hurry up or I will be cooking their dogs instead, see if that's any quicker."

Ingrid clasps her hands and nods. "I'll go tell them to hurry up, then."

She turns and pushes past the mass of people before running up to the hall.

Dagur appears beside you. "I'm not so sure if dogs cook much faster than pigs," he said in a mildly amused tone.

You shrug and begin to make your way up to the hall, you and Dagur leading both your tribes. You walk slowly in an effort to give Ingrid and the cooks more time. "Yes, well. We all need some form of motivation, do we not?"

He just nods. A beat of silence passes. "I heard about your father. I'm sorry."

You look at him. "Thank you. I'm sorry about the passing of yours. I understand that it's hard to move on, especially run a village after something like that."

"Yeah, well, my father had taught me everything while I was growing up," he says with a shrug. "Preparing me, I'm sure."

You hum. "Mine didn't do so well."

"What do you mean?"

You chuckle lightly and say, "Well, when he died, it was in the middle of a drought. It was a terrible coincidence and I was the one everyone looked to after that. So I was the one who had to fix the problems."

"What did you do?"

"Well, as it turned out, our main well was no longer getting water," you explain. In the distance, you point towards the old well, a simple wooden box with a pole and a bucket beside it. It's faded and rotting, no one has had the chance to tear it down yet. "So we made some new ones. In the meantime, we made a couple smaller ones, but for our new main well, we made it out of cobblestone."

Dagur nods along, maintaining eye contact most of the time and occasionally glancing around. The pair of you lapse into an uncomfortable silence. You're not quite sure what to say after what had just happened. Of course, you're still upset, but you had already threatened him. What else could you do?

Thankfully, halfway through the village, Dagur asks, "So, this bear hunt. Tell me more about it."

"I mean, it's quite self-explanatory. Us two will head out early tomorrow morning with some supplies into the forest. Normally, my father and your father would visit the seeress, Cyrena.”

Dagur looks at you in curiosity. “You have a witch here?”

You simply nod. “Yes. She’s lived her since the reign of my grandfather. She lives off in the distance, far away, back towards the base of the mountains. She has a few girls that live with her, but she is quite nice. Keeps to herself most of the time and she can be helpful in a pinch.”

Witchcraft was a somewhat common thing to Vikings. Freyja was a sorceress herself and able to tell the future. Cyrena was also adept at telling the future. You remember your father telling stories of how when he went to visit her when your mother was pregnant, Cyrena predicated that your mother’s baby would be one of the most powerful chiefs in the archipelago.

It was beginning to seem like she was right.

You finally reach the doors of the great hall and you say a quick prayer to Odin that the food be ready before pushing them open.

The smell of ham and chicken greets your nose, alongside the smell of bread and beets and that sour smell of mead. Cooks and servers are scurrying around in an effort to get every last little thing ready. You spot Ingrid among them, helping, placing down plates and knives.

You turn and address the men and women of both tribes. “Eat as much as you wish, drink as much as you can! Rest, for our stores of food are bottomless and our mead and wine even more so.”

There’s a cheer and you smile before waking towards the back of the hall where the table for chiefs sits. Dagur follows behind you and you watch the rest of his men and your people sit down, pints of mead served and wine poured.

You sit beside Ingrid and Dagur pulls out the chair beside you. Before he sits down, however, he takes his axe from his belt and leans it against the wall before he sits.

A servant girl comes and places three mugs of mead in front of you. Ingrid thanks her but she walks off before anyone else can.

The feast goes well. You, Dagur and Ingrid make small talks, make small jokes and laugh. You watch your people mingle with Dagur’s men. Women and men flirt together occasionally and you spot one or two of them leave together.

People eat, laugh, drink together. As the night wears on, you stop drinking, already feeling the effects. If you didn’t have anything to do in the morning, you would keep going, but you’d rather not deal with the massive headache you always get the morning after.

Ingrid nudges your arm and you look at her. “What?”

She points her knife towards the side of the room and you follow her gaze. Two men, one Dagur’s and one yours, look to be in a heated argument. From what you can tell, it doesn’t look violent, but everyone around them is watching.

You nudge Dagur’s arm with your elbow and lazily point a finger towards them, leaning back in your chair. “Should I be worried?”

Dagur takes a moment to respond, probably judging the situation. “Maybe. That’s Vestar, he’s….well, he’s got some issues.”

Your man, Boe, also had his own issues. Anger issues, he tended to think with his hands rather than his head. You stand, watching the argument heat up. Vestar and Boe stand up and you watch Boe’s hand form a fist. Before you can yell and order him to stop, it's too late. Boe’s hand collides with Vestar’s face and soon enough, the two of them are on the ground, throwing fists.

You groan and walk around the table, throwing your chair down in your haste. “For the love of fucking Thor!”

Dagur is right behind you, but you don’t even notice. Your vision is red as you make your way towards Boe, who is currently beating the absolute shit out of Vestar. Though it looks like he’s putting up a fair fight, blocking, getting a few kicks in and even managing to push Boe off of him for a moment.

“Boe!” you shout, voice booming. People, Beserkers and Fiskans alike, scramble out of your way.

You reach a hand and grab the back of Boe’s tunic, taking the material into your fist. Boe is a large man and he’s renowned for his strength. But when he’s in the middle of a fight, he gets sloppy. So you have no trouble hauling him off of Vestar and onto the hard stone floors.

He shouts something and stands, but you backhand him. It echos through the quiet hall and bounces off the walls. Boe falls to his knees and glares up at you. He makes a move to stand and you raise your fist.

“You want another mark?” you demand, giving him a challenging look. He backs down and leans on his heels. A wave of satisfaction rolls through you. “Now. What in Odin’s great name is going on?”

Dagur’s man is also standing back. Dagur himself is holding an arm up on his man’s chest as if to hold him back. Dagur is staring at you with an expression you’ve grown to become accustomed to. A mixture of fear and respect.

“Well?” You look between the two of them, impatiently waiting for an answer.

Boe is the first to speak. “He insulted my mother.”

Pushing your tongue into your cheek, you try to keep your blood from boiling over. “What did he say?”

“He called her a whore.”

You roll your eyes. “She was a whore, Boe, Odin rest her soul.” You throw a hand up. “Do you know how many people in this room are related to you?”

“I still won’t have him disrespect my mother’s name!” he exclaims, standing, but making no move to strike again. “Not to mention that he disgraced my entire family name. Do you even know what the House of Sigmond has done?”

“From what you’ve told me, sounds like you’re all cowards!” snaps Dagur’s man.

“Cowards?” roars Boe and lurches forward. You punch him in the jaw and send him sprawled in the floor. Then you turn to Vestar, standing there with a smug look on his face.

“Wipe that smirk off your face,” growls Dagur. Though he’s shorter than his man, it doesn’t make Vestar cower any less.

“Dagur,” you say in an unnervingly calm voice. You’re heaving, trying to keep yourself steady. The last thing you want to do is lash out at the chief of the Berserker tribe before you have a chance to renew the treaty. “Take your man out of here. I will have no tolerance for name-calling in my hall.”

Dagur nods and shoved Vestar forward. “Take him away. You and I are going to have a long conversation about this later that I know you aren’t going to enjoy.”

You motion for a servant girl to take him to one of the buildings that has been prepared. In the meantime, you haul Boe back on his feet. There’s a red mark on his cheek and a bruise forming on his jaw. Regardless, you brush of his shoulders and the fur of his cape.

“Now, Boe?” You look up at him. “If you pull something like that again? I’ll feed you to Solveig myself. Hm? Does that sound preferable?“

When Boe does not reply, only looks at you in fright, you laugh and smile sweetly. “That’s what I thought. Now, I suggest you go home. Alright?”

“Y—yes, Chief,” he stammers before quickly leaving the hall, followed close by his wife and his cousin, who you’re fairly sure is his brother.

His mother was quite the whore, though you would never say that to his face. You’re not stupid.

With a deep sigh, you turn and head back to your table, Dagur not fall behind you. Ingrid hasn’t moved and is eating another piece of cod silently, picking out the bones.

“You know,” she says between bites, “your slaps are getting louder.”

“Oh, well thanks,” you say with a smile and sit back down. You’re not hungry anymore, but you can’t leave quite yet. It’s not late enough, the sun has just set outside and the moonlight mingels with the fires and torches inside the hall.

Dagur takes his seat beside you and says, “That was interesting.”

“I’m sorry about that,” you apologize. “Boe is just extremely sensitive about his mother.”

“No, it’s fine. Vestar shouldn’t have called her a whore.”

You shrug. “Well, she was.”

Dagur laughs.

The night continues to wear on. People come and go. You watch children run between tables, chasing each other in helmets too big for them and dulled down axes and swords, screaming and laughing.

You’ve always been fond of children. They seemed so innocent and pure. You remembered when you were a child, you never got that. Always following your father around, hearing his tales of raids and bloodshed. You remember fleeing from dragons as a small girl during the almost nightly attacks, screaming for your faðir.

Those werent your most pleasant memories. But now, when you finally had control over Rhys and ran the rest of the dragons off of your island, you didn’t have to worry about that. The kids didn’t have to worry about that.

“Y/N!” calls a small girl. Tove was her name. Meaning dove. She scrambles up to the front of your table and pushes her hands down on it, her blonde hair hanging in front of her face. “Can I borrow your helmet? We’re playing a game and I’m gonna be you!”

Ingrid bites her lip, smiling. “Oh, be sure to be real mean to… who’s playing me?”

Tove points towards another girl with black hair. You recalled her name was Ase.

“Be real mean to Ase if you’re gonna be Y/N,” whispers Ingrid in a loud voice, not really intending to be quiet. “‘Cause she’s mean to me all the time.”

You shove her arm and almost knock her over. Tove giggles. Then you take off your helmet and motion your hand forward. “C’mere.”

She leans forward and when she realizes she’s still too far, she run over to your side. On the way, she trips over Dagur’s axe handle, falling to her stomach. At the same time, the axe spins on the handle and falls, exactly towards Tove’s hand.

You’re fast, but Dagur is faster. He grabs the axe before it can fall onto the poor girl’s hand.

Tove stands and looks at Dagur. She knows who he is, who doesn’t? Quietly, and slightly stuttering, she thanks him, pulling at her fingers. Then she quickly turns around and stands in front of you.

Gently, you place your helmet on top of her hair and adjust it so it rests on her head in a way that it won’t slip too far over her eyes. You smooth your own hair down and tighten your braids at the top of your head.

“There,” you tell her, securing it once again. “Wow, you look just like me.”

The girl smiles wide and doesn’t bother to thank you before running off to rejoin her group of friends.

“She was sweet,” Dagur says as the three of you watch the group of five children run off together around the hall, Tove in the lead.

“She is,” you agree, drinking the rest of the mead you had been nursing for the last hour. “All of these kids are pretty sweet. I mean, up until they have to start training that is.”

“We Beserkers usually start training when we’re about their age.”

“They should start within a couple years,” says Ingrid, drinking more wine. You can smell her breath from here, but she’s not even showing a hint of drunkenness. She could always beat you in a liquor drinking contest. “Usually they start when they’re about ten or so. That’s when they come of age.”

“What training do they do?” asks Dagur, sounding truly interested.

You try to recall the training you went through. The training your father taught you and Ingrid and all of the other kids you grew up with.

That included dragon killing. But you figured they wouldn’t need that now. Instead, they would have dragon training classes, learn how to control one.

“Sword fighting,” you answer, pulling your boots onto the table cleared of plates and mugs. You cross your ankles over the other and lean back with your arms crossed. “Archery, axe training. The usual things.”

“What about dragon killing?”

You turn to the chief next to you and notice a faint glimmer in those moss green eyes of his. You’re not quite sure what it is, but you don’t like it.

“We haven’t had dragons on this island for a year,” you lie seamlessly. “They may not have need for it. However,” you add with a shrug. “We may touch upon the subject.”

“That reminds me,” Dagur begins and you notice and undertone of cunning in his tone. “What happened to the dragons?”

“Have you not heard the stories?” asks Ingrid. “We killed them. Chased them off.”

“I’ve heard different.”

You turn to him and lazily raise a brow. “Have you?” You drag your feet from the table and turn in your seat to face him, placing your chin in your fist. “Tell me. What have you heard, great Chief of the Berserkers?”

His brows furrow and his eyes flick around your face. You keep him fixed with your stare, waiting. “I’ve heard that you tamed a Monstrous Nightmare. That you ride it like a horse and keep it here on the island. That the rest of you have dragons as well and you ride them as well.” Something in his voice sends a chill in your veins. His tone is soft, menacing.

You scoff, turning away. “You really think that?”

“I do.”

You look back at him and narrow your eyes. "Are you calling me a liar?"

Dagur doesn't flinch and stares back at you. "Am I wrong?"

Your blood thumps in your veins and you sneer at him. "You're mistaken, Dagur. We do not ride dragons here. We kill any that come near us."

Dagur nods, but you can tell he isn't convinced. Still, he doesn't want to start anything and drops the subject.

You turn away and look back at the children running around and laughing. They weave through tables and you think that they're in a pretend battle.

You sigh gently and lean back in your chair, feet lazily propped up on the table. One of your favorite things to do after a feast is just to see people interact. You enjoy watching your people, learning how they act. Especially at times like these when they're all relaxed and having fun.

Thunder rumbles outside and you turn your head, craning to look out the tall window just across from you. It's gotten darker outside. You can no longer see the moon and the wind has picked up. If you focus, you can smell rain on the horizon.

People begin to thin out and children are taken to their homes, also sensing the storm. You hope it's not too much of a storm. Of course, you won't hold off the hunt, but doing so in the rain will make it a lot more difficult.

Dagur stands, watching many of his men take their leave. "I should get going."

You stand as well. Ingrid makes a move to do the same, but falls back down in her chair, swaying. It seems like the alcohol has finally caught up to her.

"Yeah," you agree, holding onto your friend's arm. "We should do the same. Tomorrow, we meet here at dawn. We'll grab provisions before we leave."

Dagur smiles at you and nods. "I'm looking forward to killing a bear."

"I as well," you tell him and take Ingrid by the shoulder, throwing one of her arm's around your shoulder to hold her up.

"I'm fine," she slurs, head lolling.

Her breath reeks and you jolt your head back. "Sure you are. Come on, you can stay with me tonight."

She slurs some more words that make no sense as you carry her through the hall. The servents have begun to clean and you spot Dagur beside the door, walking out with one of his men, his axe over his shoulder.

You find yourself watching him as he goes. There's something...intriguing about him, something that draws you to him that you can't quite place your finger on. He definitely didn't seem too deranged tonight, though you weren't exactly on your game either.

But still. You're excited to hunt with him tomorrow, see how crazy he really is while on the hunt.

"Chief Y/N?"

Tove's soft, sweet voice draws your attention away from the long-gone man and to your feet, where she holds your helmet up to you.

"Thank you for letting us borrow it," she says with a grin.

You take it from her hands and place it on your head, smiling at her. "Sure. Now go home, it's going to rain soon."

She nods and runs off to catch up with her mother and her older brother.

You haul Ingrid down the steps of the hall and by the time you reach your home, it's raining and you're drenched. You push the door open and the pair of you stumble inside, gasping for air on the floor of your home.

Rain pelts the roof while you try to sober Ingrid up, giving her water and some slightly stale bread you left out from earlier in the morning. It seems to work and by the time she's drank two cups of water and half of a slice of bread, her vision has cleared and she can form somewhat coherent sentences.

"You can really hold your liquor," you tell her with a smile, taking your helmet and boots off by the fireside. "How much did you drink? Five pints? Six?"

"Six and a half," she answers with a small groan, taking her jacket off. The two of you undress by the fire you made when you entered and hang your clothes to dry before changing into another pair of slightly dryer clothes. Ingrid, being your best friend, has stayed with you at your home often enough she basically has her own drawers.

After drinking some more water and exchanging small talk, the two of you head upstairs. Lighting another fire, you crawl into bed beside her. There's a perfectly good bed downstairs, but since it gets so cold at night, you and Ingrid prefer to share body heat.

Of course, she never tells anyone.

"I've wanted to," she says when you mention the subject of how out of character this may seem to you. "You know, telling the entire village how the great Chief of Fiska likes to push her cold feet against my back."

You shove her. "If you tell anyone that, I'll shove them up your ass."

Ingrid just laughs and pulls the fur blanket closer around the pair of you. The fire flickers across the room and throws shadows on the walls. When you were a girl, you were afraid of the dark. You outgrew that a long time ago.

Ingrid rolls over to your side and you throw an arm over her shoulder, your legs tangling together with hers. It's nothing romantic, purely platonic. You two had been doing this for years.

After a while of staying up and making a game plan for tomorrow, you fall asleep, Ingrid's hot alcoholic breath warming your body up.

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