#the trapper's trap

[howtowhumpyourhiccup]

The Trapper's Trap - Chapter 10

The Final Stretch

Summary: Originally written for The Butcher Bingo.

Set in a Modern AU. Once upon a time, Hiccup gave Dagur a chance after everything he'd done to him growing up. Only 19 years old, his life is turned upside down all over again and Hiccup wonders if he'll ever truly escape him.

Warnings: Pregnancy, C-section

Rating: Mature

Words: 4 561

Fandom: How to Train Your Dragon

Characters: Hiccup, Toothless, Astrid, Stoick, Heather, Snotlout, Fishlegs, Ruffnut, Tuffnut, Httyd ocs (Tiny)

Pairing: Hiccstrid

Author's Notes: Here it is! Technically the final chapter of this fic! :')

I'm so happy that I got to write this entire thing in the span of a single week and that I was able to share it with you all here.

Also, please appreciate the HOURS of research I put into this thing! It was a lot! I went to bed with certain tabs and woke up to read them in bed, like almost a whole 24 hours were spend on just research alone. I even studied an actual case of a 20 weeks pregnant woman with a pelvic fracture that was a success story. Success story as in both her and her baby boy lived as most cases end in tragedy for the unborn baby and in general there really isn't a lot of data about pregnant people and these kinds of fractures suffered in pregnancy.

I'll be posting the epilogue later today, too. It feels kind of dumb to let that sit for another week.

Enjoy!

[bisexualdawnsummers]

[jax-winchester]

“Henry Blake was incompetent” Henry Blake was human and a great surgeon. He loved his kids, his wife, fishing, he loved Hawkeye, Trapper, Klinger, Radar, Mulcahey, he loved being a doctor. Just because he wasn’t walking military propaganda like Col. Potter doesn’t mean he was incompetent. Henry trusted everyone to make the good moral decision. They always did, and I happen to think he was a good, fair leader.

[hawkeyeslaughter]

johnny x my very favorite bruce song :3

( this is probably my favorite mash edit i’ve made so far i hope u guys like it as much as me )

[80smen-fanclub]

Ladies and germs, and all the nice creatures of tumblr, my mom told me she cannot tell BJ and Trapper apart, so I made this. This is canon, actually.

[inklore]

um dan stevens in the new godzilla movie is like a hot ace ventura and i’m actually in love omg

[ninjafuuzz]

date idea

[swampmartinis]

hawkeye being constantly cold and trapper being his personal heater, shoving his hands under his shirt/sweater to warm them up, shivering in his cot until he hears a heavy sigh, a rustle of blankets and a ''okay, come on in then...'' or a ''get your butt in here before you catch pneumonia'' hawkeye quick as a flash snuggled up next to trap trying to get as much of his body pressed against that warm curly haired heater he loves so much

[remyfire]

Trapper and Hawkeye's telepathy will always make me sick. Look at them. Ugh.

[mash4077confessions]

OUCH! savage trapper 😬

[seerstella]

[howtowhumpyourhiccup]

Ah 1k word snippet from a 21k fic that I've been fixating on for the past four days now that I'm calling 'The Trapper's Trap'. It's a fic that takes place in a Modern AU and it's kind of a Dagcup.

Right now, this monstrosity is still a one-shot and far from done, but I'll be splitting it up in chapters before I post it. It's going to deal with some heavy stuff. ;)

Warnings: threats of suicide, implied sexual coercion (nothing too nsft in this snippet, though), no editing

-XOXOX-

“Please baby please”

“Please just give me another chance!”

“Can we at least talk?”

“Please”

“Please Baby i don’t know what i’m gonna do to myself when you’re gone”

“i need you to come stop me”

Hiccup reads that last text over and over again. These six are the latest in a long string of messages his ex-boyfriend has been sending him ever since he broke things off with him, but it’s those last ones that have him worried.

Dagur has never been the most… stable of people. So when he pleads with him, tells him that he’s going to hurt himself then, well, Hiccup worries.

He stands at the doorstep of his apartment; a three floor building made mostly out of brick and standing in the busiest part of town. It’s about a half hour walk from his own home.

With a nervous heart, Hiccup climbs the two stone steps and finds the intercom. Pressing on Dagur’s apartment- there are two on each floor- he awaits an answer. His arms are crossed, then they’re not. He sways from one foot to the other. Every passing second is torturous.

“Come on, Dagur, come on,” he grows more anxious. Please, don’t tell him he has actually hurt himself?

Finally; a response.

“Hello?” That greeting comes with a strong tone of melancholy, but Hiccup could jump for joy. He’s still okay.

“Dagur, it’s me. I’m… I’m here to talk,” he tells him. When he had shown the messages to Heather, she told him they were lies and he shouldn’t fall for them. He should simply ignore them. Ignore them like she’s been trying to ignore the fact that they both live on the same cramped island.

The buzzer signaling that the door is open sounds and Hiccup enters.

A quick jog up several flights of stairs later- which is, of course, not at all a problem with a prosthetic leg- he’s inside of Dagur’s apartment and sitting on his leather couch.

He’s come here several times in the course of their relationship that barely lasted half a year. He has slept over once or twice, but he can never get used to that smell of cigarettes.

Neither of his parents smoke, Gobber probably has at some point in time. Then he lost two limbs close to on another and circumstances forced him to quit. And yet, he still smells of the damn things to this day.

Just like Dagur’s apartment smells.

Years around dragons and somehow it’s the stench of cigarettes that gets to him.

Hiccup is pulled out of his thoughts when his ex returns and places a can of soda down in front of him on the coffee table, a glass next to it. It’s one of Dagur’s pet peeves that the other always insists on wasting a glass when a can should do. Today, however, he’s not complaining.

The couch groan and squeaks as he sits down. The displacement of air almost knocks Hiccup right off the couch. Tall as he is, he still barely weighs anything.

“You wanted to talk?” Dagur’s words are hopeful, which just pulls on Hiccup’s heartstrings. He doesn’t wish to give him false hope.

“I just…” He starts hesitantly, arms crossing and then uncrossing. He scoots closer to the edge of his seat and pours himself a glass.

He came all this way, but he can’t stop thinking of Heather’s warning. That this is all just a ploy, that his messages really were all a lie. That he was never in any danger.

But what does it matter? How can he possibly get such pleas for help and ignore them?

“I just wanted to make sure you were okay,” he tells Dagur after a sip and a smile spreads on his latter’s lips.

“You always were so caring,” he claims. “So pure, so innocent. Your heart way too big and good for this world.”

His words make Hiccup uncomfortable, but that is nothing new. He watches him with one raised eyebrow while taking another sip.

Just as Hiccup had promised when he called for Dagur through the intercom, they talk. They talk about the happy times they had, the younger man nodding along as he listened. He could point to each memory and say the fights they had before each one, but he chooses not to. If Dagur’s mental state truly is as fragile as he claims, he would rather not give him any reason to follow through.

They talk about the things they have in common, like the games they like the play or the movies they like to watch. Or Dagur lists them and Hiccup doesn’t tell him that these are his interests and Hiccup was just following along. Dagur has no one else in his life. Both his parents are dead, he has no friends, his sister wants nothing to do with him. He has no one to share his interests with and that’s why Hiccup decided to give him someone to share them with.

They talk about the hot love they made. Their first together, Hiccup’s first overall. He introduced him to a lot of firsts. And at least in that regard, he can’t argue with him. The sex was great.

“Can I kiss you?”

“Huh?” Hiccup stares at him in shock. Holding his glass, there is only a little bit of soda on the bottom left. The can itself is empty.

“Can I kiss you? Just… Just this one last time?” Dagur’s request seems genuine, there’s pain in his eyes.

“For… what?” he asks, confused. Technically, they had their last kiss. Why would he want another?

“Because, I had no idea that our last kiss would be our last, so… I can’t remember it.”

“Well, gee, thank you for that,” is what Hiccup finds himself thinking, but he doesn’t say it. He simply finishes his drink.

“I want to remember it, Hiccup,” Dagur continues on with a well-placed speech and his sad little voice. “I don’t think I can move on without it.”

There are no lies in his eyes or in his words, he seems genuine to Hiccup. And it’s because he seems so genuine that it makes it hard to ignore his request. Could a kiss really fix everything? If he gives him this one last thing, will he be okay? Will he finally leave him alone?

“Just one?” Hiccup asks to make sure he heard right.

“Just one final kiss,” Dagur scoots closer to him, their knees touching, an arm wrapping itself around his shoulder on the back of the couch.

Hiccup looks away in thought, but he’s already making his move. He comes forward, his lips press against his and catches him off guard. Hiccup doesn’t know what else to do but to return the kiss. His moan of surprise is mistaken as one of desire and Dagur sits even closer. His arm has a firm grip on him now, his free hand finds his stomach, where it rests before he takes his waist.

The kiss becomes deeper, Hiccup’s hands still don’t know what to do. He can feel his ex’s tongue asking for permission on his bottom lip and he gives it to him. Despite his rotten personality, he’s an excellent kisser. There’s such passion in his every move.

Before he knows it, this make-out session as Hiccup on his back with Dagur on top. Nestled between his thighs, he’s grinding into him, working up an appetite in both of them.

Gasping for air, Hiccup looks the other way.

“Just this once?”

“Just one last time.”

“You’re wearing a condom,” there’s no room for argument in Hiccup’s demand. Either he wears it or there will be no last time.

“Of course, wouldn’t dream of not wearing one,” Dagur vows to him and then leaves to grab one from his special stash in the bedroom.

[raywritesthings]

I’ve seen both “Trapper gets the incorrect news that Hawkeye is dead circa ‘The Late Captain Pierce’” and “Trapper watched ‘The Interview’ back home” fics as two separate ideas but I raise you that it would be extremely funny if Trapper thought Hawkeye died a few weeks after he went home only to see him right there on his home television. Can you imagine the shock, the elation, the rage? He probably calls collect to Korea just to rant to Radar at two in the morning. “That bastard had me mourning him for a whole month! I don’t care if he’s just got off a double, wake him up so I can give him a piece of my mind!”

[000marie198]

Ah yes, the quote Hiccup unknowingly kept memorized for three years only to say it when he was sleep deprived and half crazy

[hawkeyeslaughter]

hawkeye who makes jokes that are followed with an uncomfortable silence hawkeye that says awkward things a little too loud hawkeye who is over exaggerated and does childish things that anyone else would be embarrassed to be caught doing or be around and trapper who always catches his eye and smiles at every flat joke trapper who sometimes mouths things at the same time hawkeye says them because he knows him that well trapper who happily indulges in hawkeye’s silly shenanigans . i am sick . i am sick

[yukipri]

Trapper | CT-3457

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