#toothless with reader

[knight-hiccup]

Like father like son

[finelinevogue]

always been you

summary - you’ve always been jealous of hiccups connection with astrid, but little did you know…

pairing - hiccup (httyd2) x bff!reader

word count - +2k

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You didn’t want to come across as overbearing or needy but you did miss your best friend significantly.

Hiccup had been on a scouting mission with Astrid all week, leaving you to keep things tidy at the workshop with Grubber.

Every day felt a little longer.

It wasn’t that you didn’t think they could handle what’s out there, but more the fact you can’t handle it always being Hiccup & Astrid. Always together.

Always going on missions together. Always flying with each other. Their dragons were best friends so why wouldn’t they be? You should be happy that the Chief and the best warrior in Berk are close.

You only wished they weren’t as close as they are.

For purely selfish reasons of the heart, of course.

Sure, you and Hiccup had been best friends since you were babes. But there was always something locked tight in your chest that was reserved for whenever you were around Hiccup - like some sort of fluttering or an extra heartbeat.

You keep telling yourself that it could be a deepening crush, but you refuse to allow yourself fully into that thought because you’re terrified the feelings wouldn’t be reciprocated.

As you walk home after a long day at the workshop, you notice Hiccup and Astrid flying back in from their scouting trip.

The sun was paining delicate pinks and oranges onto the sky and you watched as Hiccup flew through the clouds, like a finger moving through cotton. He always looked so effortless up there. So at peace.

Berkians swarmed Astrid and Hiccup as they landed, dragons in perfect shape. Riders also. Phew.

You moved to walk down to meet them but stopped short when you watched Astrid give Hiccup a tight hug, lips moving closely over his ear.

“Hiccup, you’re back!” A child shouted, excited that his Chief had come home.

“Tell us everything.”

“Yeah.”

You didn’t feel up to heading down there anymore with that tight feeling in your chest returning. You gulped back a hard feeling in the back of your throat and started up the path that led to the top of the hill.

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The view from the top was indescribable.

You could see for miles and yet there was barely anything to see, and yet it was perfect.

There was something peaceful about watching the ocean wash away and come back. It was rhythmic. Routine. And with the sun casting its pastel glows over the water it made it all the more special.

You sat on the very edge, legs tucked up to your chin and your head resting on your knees.

There wasn’t that much space between you and the edge. Hiccup had nearly grounded you from leaving the house once when you’d nearly fallen over the edge, but luckily he’d been there.

You felt free up here.

Almost like you could—

“You better not be even thinking what you’re thinking.”

Hiccup and Toothless landed behind you with a thump. Hiccup looked worried and Toothless looked ready.

“You don’t know what I’m thinking.”

“You’re thinking about how freeing it would be to fall.” You felt Hiccup sit down next to you.

You realised that was what you’d been thinking… but not in a catastrophic way. More in a way where you wished you could grow wings, like your dragons, and fly off into the sunset.

“Well, not…” You felt like you had to clarify, but got cut off.

“No I know.” Hiccup was watching the sunset when you looked at him, “I felt the same way. That’s why I built my own wings. Ever since I first got to fly Toothless i’ve always wanted to be able to fly with him, too. You know?”

“Mhm.” You nodded.

“You’re awfully quiet.”

“Am I? Sorry.” You mumbled.

“Hey. What have we said about apologising for no reason?” Hiccup shuffled closer to you.

You breathed like you were about to say something.

“Don’t say it!” Hiccup warned you, earning a laugh from you.

“I want to, though.”

“Well don’t. Otherwise I’ll have Toothless play drop and catch with you.” Hiccup poked your side and you laughed even more.

You almost rolled forwards and off the cliff, but Hiccup’s arm reached around the far side of your waist and pulled you back. You were still laughing when your back hit the ground.

You kept laughing until you slowly realised that Hiccup was laying down - quite closely - next to you. His eyes were watching your smile and his arm was still firmly secured around your waist.

“You’re going to be the death of me.”

“Don’t be so dramatic.” You chuckled.

You turned to look up at the sky for a brief moment, before returning your gaze to Hiccup who was still looking at you.

“What?” You asked softly.”

“Nothing. I just—.”

Hiccup was rudely interrupted by Toothless coming to lick a stripe of saliva over his face and down his chest, sticking to his armour. You laughed at the sight, sitting up as you watched Hiccup groan.

“Toothless… You know that doesn’t wash out.” Hiccup flicks away some saliva and Toothless sits on his hind legs, looking proud of himself.

Toothless starts dancing round in a circle, laughing in his own way along with you.

You stand up and make your way over to the Night Fury, as Hiccup continues to wash off the dragon bleh…

Toothless makes his way over to you and bows his head for you to touch. Hiccup’s dragon has always been so gentle and calm around you. People often say it’s his soul imitating yours. Toothless closes his eyes as his forehead bumps against yours.

How anyone could be anything but in awe of these magical creatures is a mystery.

Hiccup comes to stand next to you, standing only a bit taller than you.

“He likes you more than he likes me.” Hiccup says, scratching behind Toothless’ ear.

“Oh please. He would dive off a cliff to save you, but he’d be the one to push me off thinking that it was play-time.”

“I think he’d surprise you.” Hiccup wandered around Toothless and climbed onto the saddle. “C’mon.”

“C’mon, what?” You asked, puzzled.

“We’re going for a ride.” He held out his arm for you.

“Right now?”

“I think that’s what I’m asking…”

“Hiccup… You just got back from…”

“And I want to spend some time with you. So… please.” He gestured again and Toothless made a sound like he wanted you to join them too.

“I’m not playing drop and fetch, though. I mean it.”

“I promise.”

You took ahold of Hiccup’s hand, ignoring the tight, fluttering, sensation in your chest and allowed him to pull you up in front of him. You’d tried sitting behind him once and had nearly fallen off when Toothless did a nose dive, so ever since you’d been riding up front.

Hiccup’s arms tightened around you and grabbed ahold of where he needed to guide Toothless.

“Ready?” He asked, his voice sending goosebumps over your skin from how close he was.

You nodded.

And you took off.

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The first part of the flight was always the scariest.

Toothless shot up into the sky, making you lean back into Hiccup more and Hiccup hold onto you a little tighter.

Once you levelled out, you soared through the clouds.

It was so serene up here, you envied how free the dragons just feel every time they fly. With the sun in the distance, feeling like you’re shooting towards it, it feels like something out of a dream.

You closed your eyes, let out a deep breath and allowed your other sense to take over. The sound of air whipping around you as you flew at speed. The taste of the cold air as you passed through clouds. The smell of dragon - it was weirdly comforting. And the touch of Hiccup. The last one brought you the most comfort of all.

“I could stay up here forever.” You said.

“I wish we could.”

“Toothless probably wouldn’t be a fan of flying forever.” You leant over to scratch Toothless behind the ear and he softly grumbled in reply.

“He probably would be if it was for you. Me on the other hand? Pfft, forget about it.”

“Oh please. Your bud would do anything for you. I mean he literally saved you from one of the biggest fire explosions I’ve ever seen.”

“And you’ve seen lots of them have you?” He joked, making you nudge your elbow back into his ribs. “Okay, okay!”

A few minutes of silence passed by, just you two and Toothless effortlessly gliding amongst the clouds.

“I wanted to talk to you about something.” Hiccup said.

“Okay.”

“I… I just…It’s…”

“Hiccup, if it’s about something that happened on your scouting mission with Astrid then I already know.” You tilted your head around a little to see him. His face was full of confusion and you gave him the slightest smile even though you could feel your heart dropping through your chest.

“You do?”

“Yeah I thought it was pretty obvious.”

“Okay.. Well, yeah.. I mean…”

“You don’t have to talk to me about it Hiccup. It’s none of my business.”

You turned back around, not wanting to hear much more about how Hiccup had fallen for Astrid. How they were now together. How you were completely out of the picture now.

“Wait… What?” Hiccup exclaimed, making you jump a little from how loud he shouted in your ear.

Toothless looked back for a moment with a devilsome grin on his normally innocent face.

“Bud…?” Hiccup asked warily.

Toothless must’ve thought that Hiccup said something different, because it was at that moment that Hiccup realised you two were no longer going to enjoy the sunset or clouds.

Toothless took the opportunity to tilt downwards, before plummeting through the sky towards the ocean.

You screamed as Hiccup tried his best to get Toothless to listen to him - unsuccessfully.

Hiccup’s arms tightened infinitely around you as he tried to control Toothless the best he could, but there was no stopping this big lump of scales.

Toothless dive right to the seawater before gliding straight across it for a brief moment, then shooting right back up in the sky again.

“Bud, seriously… What are you playing at?”

As you got up to some height, Toothless spread his wings as far as he could then.

“Oh no.” Hiccup sighed.

Then you were all falling down backwards. Toothless had his tongue sticking out as if he was enjoying every moment of this, whereas you were hanging on for dear life.

“Toothless!” Hiccup shouted, kicking his leg in a certain way to control Toothless’ tail better.

Everything calmed down a little after that, Toothless going back to gliding as you made your way home to Berk now the sun had set.

“You and I are having words when we get back, bud.” Hiccup tried to sound stern but it was well known that the dragon would be the one to get his way.

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As you stepped off Toothless your legs took some time to regain familiarity with solid ground.

Then as the adrenaline was wearing off, you started laughing - letting out all of the wired energy. You stood up tall after letting your legs have a moment, only to turn around to see Hiccup standing close in front of you.

You’d missed the moment where Toothless nudges Hiccup closer towards you, but it you’d had seen it then it would’ve made this next part less unexpected.

A dragon always knows.

“What?” You let out a small, nervous, laugh. “Hiccup, what?”

Hiccup hummed to himself, with a small smile on his face.

“Astrid was right.” He said.

Your face went neutral, trying to hide the fact you were affected by Hiccup bringing up Astrid.

“Right about what?”

“About how big of a dumbass I am.” He stepped closer.

“I don’t…” Your brows furrowed.

Hiccup moved forwards again, reaching out to ghost his palm over your cheek. You looked towards his palm slightly, nervous about what he was doing.

Your breath hitched when his skin made contact with yours.

He was so close in front of you, you’d frozen to the spot with anticipation over whatever he was doing.

“Hiccup.” You whispered.

Toothless shrunk into the shadows of the background as night fell, leaving you too alone to stand on what felt like the top of the world - together.

“Everyone told me I should’ve said something sooner.” Hiccup said, more to himself than to you.

“Hiccup, you’re not making any sense.”

“No. What doesn’t make any sense is my feelings for you!” He reached to hold the other side of your cheek now, framing your face so he could keep your focus on him, “What doesn’t make sense is that I feel lost when you’re not near. I feel weak when I haven’t seen you in days. I feel a…a.. sort of tight feeling in my chest every time you’re around. What doesn’t make sense is how I fell for someone like you, when I’m someone… like me…”

Hiccup dropped his hands, eyes widening as if he’d been in a trance when he had been talking.

You watched him stand there, watching you with nervousness now.

“What doesn’t make sense to me is how someone as great and as clever as the great Chief of Birk, couldn’t possibly understand how someone like me really likes him.”

You nervously gulp as you watch realisation take over his face.

“Wait… really?”

“Pretty sure.” You smiled.

“Well I guess we’re both dumbasses.”

Hiccup extended his arm to wrap on the side of your waist, pulling you towards him and not stopping until your lips were close enough to kiss his.

He kissed you like he’d been waiting an eternity for this moment, holding onto your waist tightly as if you’d even had thought about move away from him.

Your fingers curled around the delicate plaits in his hair that you’d tied, keeping your body taught against his.

As you both pulled away, you stayed close to one another - breathing the same air as if separate space simply wasn’t an option anymore.

You didn’t say anything - you didn’t have to - but you did have to chuckle at the situation.

Not even an hour ago you’d been heartbroken at the thought that his heart belonged to someone else. Now you realised that his heart had never been set on anyone but you. It had been you all along. And you knew, because your heart felt exactly the same way.

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Not the First or the Last | Hiccup Haddock

Pairing: Hiccup Haddock x Nomad!Reader Summary: Turns out, Hiccup wasn't the first dragon rider -- and Toothless wasn't the last Night Fury. You prove to be a master of all things concerning the species. Themes & Warnings: kind of enemies to lovers, fluffy at some points, violence if you squint, sick Toothless, Hiccup is kinda an ass a little bit.

Things had been fantastic.

Since his father had accepted dragons as a part of life, the world had opened up for Hiccup. He spent all of his time working with Toothless, expanding the rookery, cataloging species, sketching maps and forging new gear. The village looked to him like he actually belonged. For the first time in his life, he wasn’t “useless.” He was essential. He was happy. Toothless was even happier. His friends had dragons, too, exploring their sense of self up above the clouds just as he was.

He had finally done something right.

Until the night he met you. He lost his sense of self immediately.

One of the seamen, Golberg, came sprinting back into the center of Berk, out of breath and sweating, eyes wide. His face was beet-red, easy to see even in the dark. He knocked urgently on the chief's door, waking Hiccup in the process.

Him and his father exchanged a look before opening the door.

Golberg immediately started rushing the words out of his mouth.

“IwasdownonthedockandwhenIwastyingtheshipupIheard--”

Stoick stopped him, holding a hand up.

“Breathe, lad. What's going on?”

Golberg sucked in a lungful of air, bent over with his hands on his knees. When he looked up, his eyes were still too wide, his voice trembling with disbelief.

“I heard the whistle! The whistle of a Night Fury! I saw the damn thing, in the sky, and there was--”

Hiccup interrupted.

“Not possible. Toothless is the last one alive.”

Golberg shook his head frantically. “I know what I saw!” he insisted, voice pitching higher. “It looked like a Night Fury -- almost exactly! But different. Bigger, maybe? And the sound -- gods, I swear it, Hiccup, it had the same shriek. The same lightless dive!”

Hiccup felt a chill crawl up his spine. Toothless stirred behind him, sensing the tension.

“Where?” Stoick asked, already turning toward his axe.

“The docks.” Golberg’s voice dropped. “It landed.”

Hiccup didn’t wait. He grabbed his flight gear and swung onto Toothless’s saddle before his father could stop him. The dragon let out a low, uneven chirp -- something between a question and a warning.

Hiccup’s brow furrowed. “You alright, bud?”

Toothless blinked, slow. His pupils were wide, body sluggish beneath him.

Strange.

Still, Hiccup tightened his grip on the saddle. “Let’s go.”

When he reached the dock, there was nothing but wet footprints. Footprints that looked exactly like Toothless's but bigger, like Golberg had mentioned, and then a set of small boot prints beside them. They reached the gravel and then disappeared.

“Damnit.” Hiccup grumbled. “They're gone.”

Toothless again stiffened up, a groan leaving his chest, before he oriented his body towards the thick line of trees across the water. He groaned again, his head shifting with more intention this time. His ears twitched toward the tree line, pupils narrowing slightly.

Hiccup followed his gaze.

A dense stretch of forest stood just beyond the edge of the inlet --dark and mist-veiled, with only the faintest shimmer of moonlight bouncing off the wet leaves. Nothing stirred. Not a single branch moved, no animal sounds. Too quiet.

Hiccup’s fingers flexed around the saddle grips.

“You smell something?” he muttered. Toothless gave a low rumble in response, tail swaying slightly.

It wasn’t just instinct. It was something deeper. Primal. A flicker of recognition from the Night Fury. Of territory being tested. Of something that felt too close, too similar… too other.

Hiccup slid off the saddle slowly, boots hitting the damp wooden dock with a muffled thud. He followed the trail where the prints ended, crouching down to touch the last visible one. Still fresh. Still wet.

Not gone. Just hiding.

He looked back at Toothless --who now stood perfectly still, shoulders hunched, wings twitching like he was bracing for a challenge.

“Okay,” Hiccup muttered under his breath, pushing up the collar of his flight suit. “If they want to play it like that…”

He drew his dagger from his belt -- not to use, but just in case. He wasn’t going to be caught off guard. Whoever you were, you had the nerve to fly into his village on a dragon that shouldn’t exist, insult his intelligence, and vanish into the woods like a shadow.

No. He wasn’t letting it go that easy.

And with one last glance at the still, dark trees, Hiccup stepped off the gravel path and into the forest. Toothless followed, body tense but curious. His black scales shimmered in the night glow.

The forest swallowed them whole.

No village lights reached this far. Just the occasional sliver of moonlight piercing the canopy and the steady rhythm of breath --Hiccup’s, then Toothless’s, both just a little too fast.

Twigs cracked underfoot. Moss muffled the rest. The air smelled like earth and storm.

Then, the brush moved. Deliberate. Close.

Hiccup froze. Toothless’s ears flattened. Another growl rumbled out of his throat, deeper this time, nearly a warning.

But the answer came before Hiccup could react.

A second growl. Lower. Rougher. From somewhere ahead.

Toothless surged forward, snarling, but then stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes locked.

A shadow melted from between the trees like ink in water.

It was your dragon again.

And you, standing to its left, one hand still resting on the beast's side, calm like you'd been waiting.

You tilted your head. “Bringing backup?”

Hiccup didn’t sheath the dagger, but he did lower it. “Didn’t realize I’d need it.”

“Neither did I,” you replied. “But here we are.”

The tension cracked in the air between you.

Your dragon was.. Toothless. But bigger. He had broader wings, shinier scales, and sharper teeth. Instead of green eyes, his were an intimidating ice blue, pupils thin, eyes trained onto Hiccup and Toothless like he expected a fight. His wing curled around the back of you, like a protective sheath, ready to curl you inward if needed.

Your eyes widened, not as hostile as your dragon's.

“It's true.. Everything I heard is true. There is another one.” You said, almost breathlessly. You ran a hand down your dragon's side reflexively, like a calming gesture to both of you.

Hiccup’s breath hitched, a mix of disbelief and something deeper stirring in his chest. The weight of it settled like a stone -- another Night Fury. Not just a myth or a legend. Real. Alive.

Toothless shifted beside him, low growl vibrating through the air, but his eyes were softer now, watching your dragon with cautious recognition.

“You don’t look like one of us,” Hiccup said slowly, eyes flicking back to you. “Not from Berk. Where are you from?”

You met his gaze steadily, fingers still lingering against your dragon’s smooth scales. “Far from here. I’ve been chasing stories for months, trying to find the Night Fury I've been hearing of. Your Night Fury.”

Hiccup’s eyes narrowed slightly, absorbing your words. The weight of months spent searching, the desperation and hope wrapped into one, was clear in your voice. It stirred something in him -- a mix of admiration and skepticism.

“Thor,” he murmured, glancing at his dragon, who let out a soft, almost curious chirp in response. “I didn’t think anyone was still looking for them. Least of all, someone like you.”

You smiled wistfully.

“I found Perseus,” you gestured to the huge dragon beside you, “when he was small. Thrashing around in the bushes, caught in a trap. I was never like the rest of the people in my village. I didn't want to kill them and I wasn't afraid of them.”

Perseus purred, nuzzling against you.

“I raised him. Learned how he works. Learned everything about his species.. The species I thought burned out. But it seems we were wrong.”

Hiccup’s eyes softened as he studied you and Perseus, the enormity of what you were saying settling in like a dawning light. “You raised him… from a hatchling?”

You nodded, fingers gently stroking the sleek scales along Perseus’s neck. “I had to learn fast. Night Furies aren’t like other dragons, they’re elusive, intelligent, and fiercely protective. If you don’t understand that, you don’t stand a chance.”

Toothless shifted closer to you both, his gaze flickering between Perseus and his rider with growing curiosity. The unspoken connection between the two Night Furies hummed quietly in the air -- familiar, like echoes from a past no one had dared to speak of.

Hiccup swallowed hard, a strange mixture of envy and relief flooding him. “I thought Toothless was the last. That the species was gone forever.”

You smiled in amusement.

“Toothless. What a fun name.”

Hiccup blinked, a slow smile creeping onto his face despite the tension lingering between you. “Yeah, well, it fits him. He’s… unique.”

You chuckled softly, the sound light but carrying an edge of knowing. “Unique is one word for it. I imagine he’s got a stubborn streak a mile wide.”

“Toothless?” Hiccup grinned, shaking his head. “You’re not wrong.”

The two Night Furies exchanged a brief glance, the older one’s eyes narrowing with something almost like recognition, before Perseus let out a soft, rumbling purr that seemed to say, I like him.

After the exchange, Hiccup brought you back to the village.

He couldn't decide whether it was a mistake or not.

You were loved. Immediately.

You could do things Hiccup couldn't. Perseus was new and shiny to the people of Berk, adoring fans crowding around him, but backing up when he let out a shattering roar, as if to warn people from coming too close.

Hiccup watched from a distance, a complicated knot tightening in his chest. You moved through the crowd with effortless confidence, sharing knowledge about Night Furies that left the villagers wide-eyed and eager to learn. Your connection with Perseus was undeniable -- fierce yet tender -- and the people of Berk couldn’t get enough.

But there was something else. A tension beneath the admiration. A shadow in Hiccup’s mind whispering that he was losing ground -- not just as a dragon rider, but as the village’s champion of dragon-kind.

A rivalry began.

Who could complete the most raids? Who could defend Berk better? Who caught the better approval from Stoick?

You and Hiccup were at each other's throats as soon as you could be.

One time, you showed up at the same raid, undermining each other and failing to complete it. Your eyes almost burned with irritation as you dismounted Perseus, approaching Hiccup immediately.

Hiccup wasn't much happier.

“What the hell was that, Haddock?!” you shot, voice low but fierce. “Trying to show me up? Because you just made a mess of everything.”

Hiccup’s jaw tightened. “I wasn’t trying to impress you or anyone else. I was trying to keep Berk safe. Something you seemed to forget when you decided to go solo.”

Perseus growled softly behind you, wings twitching nervously, while Toothless let out a warning hiss, sensing the tension crackling between the two of you.

You stepped closer, eyes locking with his. “Maybe if you weren’t so busy trying to be the hero, you’d see that we’re stronger together.”

Hiccup laughed bitterly, shaking his head.

“We have no business doing anything together,” he groaned, “You're only here because of your dragon. Not because we need your help.”

You blinked, momentarily thrown off by the sharp edge in his voice, the unspoken hurt beneath the anger. Your breath hitched, but you refused to show weakness.

“Is that what you really think?” you asked, voice steady but cold. “That I’m just some tagalong riding a flashy dragon? Maybe I’m here because I want to protect Berk. Just like you.”

Hiccup’s eyes narrowed, pain flickering there before the stubborn shield went back up. “It’s not the same. You don’t belong here.”

Perseus rumbled low, a protective growl that vibrated through your bones. You wrapped a hand around his neck, grounding yourself.

“I belong wherever I decide to stand,” you said softly but firmly. “And right now, that’s here. Whether you like it or not.”

For a moment, the silence between you was thick enough to cut. Then Toothless stepped forward, nudging Hiccup’s arm, breaking the tension -- a silent reminder that neither of you were alone in this.

He could've sworn he saw a tear glisten in your eye before you stalked off. Perseus stuck behind for a second, grumbling at Hiccup judgmentally, a warning growl.

Hiccup stood frozen for a heartbeat, staring after you as your silhouette vanished into the darkening woods. The raw vulnerability beneath your fierce words twisted in his gut, conflicting with his stubborn pride.

Toothless shifted beside him, letting out a low, almost mournful hiss, before glancing up at Hiccup with those wide, knowing eyes.

Weeks stretched before you and Hiccup interacted again. You’d even been in the same place without speaking. You trained with the rest of the group, but you didn’t train with Hiccup and Toothless. You focused on training Perseus with the larger dragons, namely Snotlout (annoying and far too flirty) and his dragon Hookfang. You sometimes trained with the twins and their Zippleback too, but once again, Tuffnut got a little too comfortable with you.

Today, Perseus had done well. He always did, really. There was something odd about the session though.

Hiccup and Toothless hadn’t even shown up, they were nowhere to be found at all. So you, unfortunately, were kind of off your game. You looked off into the horizon, expecting to see Hiccup on Toothless’s saddle, apologizing awkwardly for being late. But the moment never came.

“Babe!” Snotlout called, gliding up next to you. You felt the heat off Hookfang’s scales seeping into your clothes. “Focus. What are you looking at?”

You rolled your eyes. “Babe? What have I told you about calling me babe, Snotlout?”

Snotlout grinned, completely unbothered. “That it gets under your skin.” He leaned a little too far toward you, raising his eyebrows. “Which I take as a sign you secretly like it.”

Hookfang let out a snort that sounded suspiciously like a laugh, and Perseus curled his lip, baring a row of glinting white teeth. The threat was clear -- one flap closer and Hookfang wasn’t the only one Snotlout had to worry about.

You sighed and gently tugged Perseus back with a hand on his jaw. “Back, boy. He’s not worth the energy.”

Snotlout raised both hands in mock surrender. “Alright, alright! Don’t get your tail in a twist. Just trying to lighten the mood.” He squinted at you, then glanced toward the distant cliffs beyond Berk. “You’ve been twitchy all day. If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were worried.”

You stiffened slightly, trying to hide the way your eyes flicked to the sky again. Still no sign of Hiccup or Toothless.

“I’m not worried,” you lied. “I’m just… distracted.”

“Mhm,” Snotlout said, clearly not buying it. “Well, for what it’s worth, I heard Hiccup was out early this morning. Didn’t say where he was going, just packed some gear and flew off. Toothless didn’t even say goodbye to Hookfang. Can you believe that? Rude.”

That sinking feeling returned in your stomach. Hiccup might have been petty -- and kind of a jerk when he wanted to be -- but he wasn’t reckless. Not without a reason. And not without telling anyone.

Your voice was quieter when you finally spoke. “Did he say anything to anyone?”

Snotlout shrugged. “Not that I heard. Maybe Fishlegs would know more. He and Hiccup always talk nerd stuff.”

You gave a quick nod, pulling Perseus around with a soft whistle. The massive Night Fury immediately followed, wings twitching with tension.

Snotlout called after you with a lazy wave. “Try not to miss me too much!”

You didn’t even glance back. You were already scanning the skies, muttering under your breath.

“Where the hell did you go, Haddock?”

Surprisingly, you didn’t have to go far.

When you went into the village to get some gear in preparation to go hunt them down, you found that they were already home.

Taking a deep breath, you knocked on the door. Hiccup answered, worry in his eyes, poorly disguised as annoyance to see you.

“Y/n. I’m kind of busy right now.”

Your brows drew together immediately. You could see it in Hiccup’s face -- the exhaustion, the unspoken panic. His shirt was wrinkled, collar askew, and his hair was a mess like he’d been running his hands through it nonstop. Something was wrong.

“Busy?” you repeated, trying to keep your voice steady. “I noticed. You disappeared without a word and didn’t show up for training. Toothless didn’t show up either. And now you look like you haven’t slept.”

Hiccup sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. “I didn’t think you’d care.”

That stung. You stepped forward anyway, peering over his shoulder, and your heart dropped.

Toothless was curled up on the floor behind him, his massive form sluggish, wings drooping over the sides of the rug. His breathing was uneven, too slow. His scales, normally iridescent and alive with movement, looked dull under the dim firelight.

Your voice softened, forgetting every ounce of rivalry between you. “Hiccup…”

“He wouldn’t eat,” Hiccup muttered, stepping aside reluctantly to let you in. “Didn’t fly right. He nearly crashed this morning, so I brought him back. He’s been like this since.” He dragged a hand down his face. “And I have no idea what’s wrong.”

You dropped your gear beside the doorway and approached Toothless slowly. Perseus, waiting outside, let out a soft, distressed hum that vibrated through the wood of the hut. You crouched beside the dragon, resting a hand against his muzzle.

He didn’t flinch, but the touch made his eye flicker open. It was hazy. Unfocused.

You took that as a sign that he wasn't hostile. Leaning down further, you calmly smoothed your hand across his head, starting from his jaw and ending by his folded ears. You frowned, biting your lip. He was warm. Feverish.

“I’ve seen this before,” you cleared your throat, standing. “He’s sick. Perseus has been through it, too. I called it Scorchrot.”

Hiccup blinked. “Scorchrot?”

You nodded grimly. “It hits Night Furies harder than other dragons. Starts with a fever, then weakness in the wings and limbs. If untreated, it can affect their fire glands -- that’s where the name comes from. They burn too hot on the inside, like they’re rotting from the core.”

Hiccup paled slightly, glancing back at Toothless. “How did you treat it?”

“Well, there's a medicine I can make that helped Perseus a lot. Also, cool compresses, a temporary shift in diet -- no fish, just soft roots and rainwater -- and something to lower his body temperature.”

Hiccup ran a hand through his hair, pacing slightly. “Medicine? What kind of--what do you need? Herbs? Minerals? Just tell me and I’ll get it.”

You gave him a steady look. “I’ll need frostleaf, ground thistle root, and dried skybloom petals. They’re rare this far north, but I saw some near the cliffs when I flew in.”

He exhaled sharply, the tension in his shoulders tight as wire. “Right. Okay. I’ll get them.”

You hesitated before stepping forward, voice softer. “You don’t have to do it alone. I know you don’t trust me. But trust me with this. I’ve done it before.”

He met your eyes, something shifting behind his, pride, maybe. Or fear disguised as pride.

“I’m not worried about trusting you,” he muttered. “I’m worried about losing him.”

Your expression softened. “Then we fix him. Together.”

A quiet moment passed. Then, from behind, a weak thrum of a purr came from Toothless’s throat -- hoarse, but there. Alive. Reaching.

Perseus, still just outside the hut, let out a low, supportive hum. He wouldn’t leave either.

And maybe, for the first time in weeks, the rivalry didn’t matter so much.

“Can you.. Will you stay here with him? I don't want him to be alone.”

Hiccup acted like it literally burned his throat to ask for help, but you accepted, smiling softly.

“Yeah. I'll stay.”

You moved back toward Toothless, kneeling at his side again with quiet care. His tail twitched at your presence, just barely, and you stroked along his jaw, murmuring something low and soothing. His eyes fluttered, half-lidded, but calmer now.

Hiccup lingered in the doorway, watching the way your hand moved so naturally, how Perseus let out another soft trill from outside, keeping vigil.

“Thank you,” he said, voice rough.

You didn’t look up. “Go get what we need. We’ll be here when you get back.”

There was a beat -- like he wanted to say something more -- but he only nodded. Then he was gone, off into the thickening clouds of the afternoon, chasing herbs and hope like his life depended on it.

Inside the hut, the heat from Toothless’s fever pulsed faintly in the air. You leaned into it, not shrinking away, fingers steady on his scales.

“We’re gonna take care of you,” you whispered.

When Hiccup returned, you were holding a cold compress to Toothless's head tenderly, stroking his scales. You'd loosed your hair from your braid, the curls tumbling down your back in soft waves -- before you even realized he was there, you cooed, speaking gently to the dragon. It was your nature, he'd realized. You were amazing with them, like you'd known how to love a dragon your entire life. Because in all honesty, you did.

This was the first time he wasn't envious of it. He leaned against the doorframe watching you, an unusual feeling building in his chest.

No envy. No distaste as there usually was. Just.. watching you. Watching how you worked. Watching how your h/c hair blew gently in the wind from the open window. Watching how you turned to smile at Perseus, who had somehow managed to curl his massive form around you on the floor.

You were beautiful.

The thought made Hiccup wince. Why the hell was he doing this?

Because for once, he wasn’t trying to win.

Not a raid. Not a title. Not Stoick’s approval.

Not even a rivalry.

Just--this. Toothless, sick but stable. Perseus curled around you like a shield. You, eyes soft and voice softer, hands moving like you'd done this a thousand times, like dragons were born trusting you.

Hiccup tightened his grip on the bundle of herbs in his arms, unsure what to do with the sudden ache blooming in his chest. You weren’t supposed to be beautiful. You weren’t supposed to be gentle and fierce in the same breath. You were supposed to be frustrating. Competitive. Impossible.

But now? You were kneeling in his hut, taking care of the creature he loved most in the world like he was your own. And for the first time, Hiccup felt like maybe you weren’t just here because of Perseus. Maybe you weren’t just a threat.

Maybe… you were something else entirely.

He stepped inside quietly, setting down the supplies. You turned, surprised but smiling.

“There you are,” you said softly. “I was starting to think you got lost.”

And just like that, Hiccup found himself smiling back.

“Not a chance,” he murmured, eyes flicking to Toothless. “Couldn’t stay away.” Then quieter, “From either of you.”

He winced, turning his head to apologize for being weird, but he hadn't realized that you'd already gotten started on preparing the medicine, probably having taken the herbs from his arms while he was staring like a moron.

His face flushed.

Get it together, Hiccup.

You hadn’t said anything about the comment -- at least not out loud -- so he was really hoping that you hadn't even heard it. If you had, you let it pass. Maybe out of kindness. Maybe because your focus was entirely on Toothless.

Your fingers worked with practiced ease, crushing herbs with a mortar and pestle, mixing them with a dark amber liquid that smelled earthy and sharp. The kind of scent that clung to the back of your throat. Hiccup stayed quiet, hovering nearby with his hands in his pockets like some awkward apprentice.

“Help me lift his head?” you asked, glancing up with that same infuriating, gentle confidence you always had. Like you knew exactly what you were doing. Like you didn’t need him but still wanted him there.

He nodded quickly, grateful to have something to do. As he cradled Toothless’s heavy head, you brought the bowl close, dipping a small ladle into it and holding it near the dragon’s mouth.

Toothless didn’t resist. He trusted you. That fact alone made Hiccup’s chest ache.

You sat back on your heels after the last of the mixture was gone, brushing your hands on your thighs. “He’ll need another dose tomorrow, but this should bring the fever down.”

Hiccup set Toothless’s head back onto the cushions gently and looked at you again.

And this time, when he looked, he really saw you.

Not the rival who beat him at raids. Not the outsider who dazzled Berk. Not the competition.

Just you.

Exhausted but unwavering. Fierce but kind. Beautiful, yes but in that wild, maddening way he never saw coming.

He cleared his throat. “Thanks. For… everything.”

You met his gaze, softer now. “I’m not here to steal your dragon, you know.”

“I know,” Hiccup said, voice low. “I think I just… didn’t know how to let someone help.”

You tilted your head, studying him, something unreadable behind your eyes.

“Well,” you said, finally, “you’re doing better than most.”

And he smiled. A real one. Small, crooked. Honest.

You stood to leave, gathering your things. A small wave of your scent hit his nose -- flowers, smoke from a fire, and leather grease.

He watched as you slung your pack over your shoulder, fingers deft and sure, the same hands that had soothed Toothless back from the edge. You didn’t look at him right away, maybe on purpose, maybe because you didn’t want to break the strange quiet that had settled.

And maybe he didn’t either.

You were halfway to the door when Hiccup found his voice again.

“Hey,” he said softly.

You paused, glancing over your shoulder.

And there it was again -- that look. Like you could see through him without even trying. Like you already knew what he was going to say.

Still, he said it.

“…Thanks for staying.”

A small smile tugged at your lips. “Thanks for letting me.”

And then you were gone, the door closing quietly behind you. The scent of flowers, fire, and leather grease lingering like a memory.

Hiccup stood there a long time after you left, watching the door, listening to Toothless’s steady breathing, wondering when everything had stopped being so simple.

And why the thought of seeing you again tomorrow suddenly felt like the most important thing in the world.

Over the next week, Hiccup watched you like he had the first night you'd been there. Watched you care for Toothless while he was sick. Watched you help the both of them through his recovery, helping the dragon regain his strength and teaching Hiccup how to help too.

You guided his hands to where he needed to hold Toothless, supporting him in regaining limb strength. Hiccup wasn't sure if he'd felt such soft, yet firm hands in his life. They were warm too.

And every time your fingers brushed his, by accident, or maybe not, Hiccup’s mind blanked for a second too long.

At first, he told himself it was just proximity. Just admiration. You were helping Toothless, after all -- he’d be an idiot not to appreciate that. But it wasn’t just that. It was the way you smiled when Toothless lifted his head for the first time without help. The way you murmured encouragement into the crook of his neck when his limbs trembled from fatigue. The way you praised Hiccup when he got it right, voice soft and proud, like it mattered to you.

Eventually, Toothless was himself again.

You cheered in happiness when he finally took flight, darting around the sky, diving like he used to. Perseus joined him, flying around in circles.

You stood with your hands cupped around your mouth, calling out to them both like a proud parent, laughter spilling from your lips as Toothless and Perseus twirled through the sky like black comets.

Hiccup stood beside you, unable to take his eyes off either of you -- not the dragons, not the joy on your face. Your eyes glowed with the reflected fire of the setting sun, and something about the moment twisted in his chest, bittersweet and beautiful.

“He’s really back,” you breathed, eyes tracking Toothless as he executed a perfect loop. “I was scared he wouldn’t be.”

Hiccup glanced sideways at you, his voice quiet. “Me too.”

Perseus roared playfully mid-air, and Toothless responded with a trilling chirp before they dove together, a synchronized flash of wings and light. Their bond was no longer wary or foreign. It was something else now. Familiar. Like they’d always known each other.

Kind of like… you and Hiccup.

You turned toward him just then, and he realized how close you were standing. Shoulder to shoulder. You’d always felt like competition before. But now, you felt like something else. Like part of his team.

“You helped him get here,” Hiccup said, voice low, a little rough. “I don’t think I could’ve done it without you.”

You blinked, surprised at the honesty. Then your lips curled into a slow smile. “Well, Haddock, maybe you’re not so bad at letting someone help after all.”

He huffed a laugh, half embarrassed. “Don’t let it go to your head.”

You nudged him gently with your elbow. “Too late.”

The dragons whooshed overhead again, close enough for a gust of wind to tousle your hair. As you both watched them chase each other across the sky, Hiccup wasn’t sure what tomorrow would look like -- but for once, he hoped it looked a lot like today.

When he returned home, his dad sat in his chair, reading from a big thick book. He looked up from it, smiling knowingly.

“Hiccup. How's Toothless today?”

Hiccup paused in the doorway, caught off guard by the warm familiarity in Stoick’s voice -- and the knowing look in his eyes. He stepped inside slowly, brushing the wind from his hair and shrugging off his riding gear.

“He’s better,” Hiccup said, glancing out the window for a moment as if he could still see the dragons dancing in the air. “Flying again. Strong.”

Stoick nodded, pleased. “And the other one? Perseus?”

“Also good,” Hiccup replied, then hesitated. “They’ve started flying together. It’s like they’ve known each other longer than we have.”

He closed the book, placing it down on the table next to him.

“You're right to be fond of that one. Y/n. She's fantastic with the dragons.”

Hiccup's jaw dropped immediately, his face burning. What was his Dad insinuating?

“Dad! We're not--”

Stoick interrupted, putting his hand up to silence him.

“My boy. There's no shame in it. She's fair in the face, she's honorable, and she’s got a spirit fiercer than any dragon I’ve ever met. A fine match for a chief’s son, don’t you think?”

Hiccup sputtered, his ears turning as red as a Monstrous Nightmare’s flame. “I--I don’t--we’re just friends! We train dragons together, that’s all!”

Stoick leaned back in his chair, his knowing smile widening. “Aye, and I just happened to notice the way you look at her when she’s not paying attention.”

Hiccup groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “Oh, Thor.”

His father’s laughter boomed through the hall. “Relax, son. I’m only teasing.” He paused, then added with a softer tone, “But if there were something more… well, I’d be happy for you.”

Hiccup exhaled sharply, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah. Well. Thanks, Dad.” He shot a glance toward the door, desperate for an escape. “I should, uh… go check on Toothless. Again.”

Stoick waved him off, still grinning. “Go on, then. Just remember--dragons aren’t the only things worth chasing. Betrothal is just as important.”

Hiccup nearly tripped over his own feet on the way out.

The next day, everyone resumed training, pleased that Toothless was well again. He was the last one there, quickly saddling Toothless and climbing on. Looking up in the sky, he saw you already up there, Perseus dipping and blowing targets apart with blue flames. You giggled and cheered, praising him, your braid blowing in the frantic winds.

He could've swooned.

Tuffnut stood next to him, his arms crossed, smirking in that dumb Tuffnut sort of way.

"Wow," Tuffnut drawled, nudging Hiccup with his elbow. "You’ve got it bad."

Hiccup startled, nearly dropping Toothless’ saddle strap. "What? No I don’t." He fumbled with the buckle, refusing to look up. "I was just… assessing Perseus’ flight form. Y’know, as the resident dragon expert."

Tuffnut snorted. "Uh-huh. And I assess Fishlegs’ lunch every day before I steal it. Doesn’t mean I’m not hungry." He leaned in, grinning. "Face it, Hiccup. You’re smitten."

"I am not smitten," Hiccup hissed, finally securing the saddle and swinging onto Toothless’ back. "And even if I were--which I’m not--it’s none of your business."

Tuffnut clutched his chest dramatically. "Oh, but it is! As your best friend--"

"You’re not my best friend."

"--I have a sacred duty to point out when you’re being ridiculous." Tuffnut smirked. "And right now? You’re being ridiculous."

"Ooooh, Hiccup’s got a crush!" Ruffnut’s voice carried across the training arena as she and Astrid strolled up, both wearing matching grins.

Astrid crossed her arms, raising an eyebrow. "And here I thought you were too busy being the ‘Dragon Master’ to notice anything else."

Hiccup groaned, rubbing his temples. "Oh, come on. You too, Astrid?"

"What? I call it like I see it," Astrid said with a smirk. "And I see you staring at Y/n like she just invented fire."

Ruffnut cackled, elbowing Tuffnut. "Told you! Even Astrid noticed!"

Hiccup’s face burned. "I do not stare--"

"You literally just sighed when she did that barrel roll," Tuffnut cut in.

"I was impressed by Perseus’ flying!" Hiccup protested weakly.

"Uh-huh," Ruffnut said, rolling her eyes. "And I’m just here for the free mead."

Astrid shook her head, still grinning. "Face it, Hiccup. You’re obvious."

Just then, you and Perseus swooped down, landing gracefully beside them. "What’s obvious?" you asked, hopping off your dragon and brushing off your tunic.

The twins exchanged exaggerated glances.

"Oh, nothing," Tuffnut said innocently. "Just Hiccup’s undying admiration for--"

"DRAGON TRAINING!" Hiccup blurted, cutting him off. "We should, uh, get back to it. Right now. Immediately."

You blinked. "…Okay?"

Toothless gave Hiccup a flat look, as if to say, Really? That’s the best you’ve got?

Astrid snorted. "Smooth, Haddock. Real smooth."

Hiccup buried his face in his hands as the twins howled with laughter.

Some days, being the future chief was really overrated.

At the end of training, Hiccup knew where to find you. Just where you usually were -- watching the sunset at the edge of the cliff with Perseus.

Your skin glowed in the orange sunlight, boot clad feet dangling from the edge as you scratched Perseus behind his ear. You hummed to an old folk song, staring out at the sun. Hiccup landed behind you, unclipping himself from his gear, before slowly starting to approach you.

Toothless, ever the mischievous wingman, nudged Hiccup forward with a low, encouraging warble, nearly sending him stumbling.

"Hey," Hiccup said, rubbing the back of his neck as he stepped beside you. "Mind if I join you?"

You glanced up, smiling. "Only if you promise not to trip over your own feet this time and make Toothless dive to catch you."

"Hey, that was one time--" he protested, but you just laughed and patted the spot next to you.

Perseus rumbled in greeting as Hiccup sat down, his tail thumping against the ground like an overgrown cat’s. The sunset painted the sky in fiery golds and deep purples, the ocean below shimmering with reflected light.

For a moment, neither of you spoke. Just the wind, the distant cries of dragons, and the steady rhythm of the waves.

Then;

"So," you said, bumping his shoulder playfully. "Heard you’ve been admiring my flying."

Hiccup choked. "Oh, for Thor's sake--who told you that?"

You grinned. "Let’s just say the twins aren’t great at keeping secrets."

"I’m going to strangle them," Hiccup muttered, but there was no real heat in it.

You laughed again, leaning back on your hands. "Relax. I think it’s sweet."

His heart did a weird little flip. "Yeah?"

"Yeah."

Another pause. Then, softer:

"I admire yours too, you know."

Hiccup turned to look at you, really look at you. The way the fading light caught in your eyes, the way your lips quirked in that half-smile he’d come to memorize.

And suddenly, all the teasing, all the nerves, none of it mattered.

Because right here, right now?

This was perfect.

Toothless and Perseus exchanged a glance, then deliberately turned their backs, giving you two the closest thing to privacy two nosy dragons could manage.

"Hiccup?"

"Yeah?'

You cleared your throat.

"I know you thought I came here to.. take your place. Dull your shine. Whatever it was, but," you started to talk, turning in his direction. "I never felt like I had a place before I got here. I was always running, trying to figure out where I belonged. You make me feel like I have a home. A place where I fit perfectly."

Hiccup’s breath caught in his throat. The way you said it, so raw, so honest, hit him like a tidal wave. For a moment, he couldn’t speak.

Then, softly, he reached out, his fingers brushing against yours.

"You do belong here," he said, voice rough with emotion. "And not just because of Perseus, or because you’re an amazing dragon rider--though, y’know, that definitely helps."

You laughed, but your eyes were suspiciously bright.

Hiccup swallowed, his thumb tracing the back of your hand. "You belong here because… because Berk is better with you in it. I’m better with you in it." He huffed a self-deprecating laugh. "And trust me, that’s saying something, because I was really doing well before you showed up."

You leaned into him, shoulder against shoulder, warmth seeping through the contact. "Your dad told me some stories.. about when you were younger. From what I hear, you're a lot different than you were."

Hiccup groaned, his face flushing. "Oh no. What did he tell you? Please don’t say it was the eel incident--"

You grinned, mischief dancing in your eyes. "Oh, it was definitely the eel incident."

"I was twelve!" Hiccup threw his free hand up in exasperation, but he was laughing despite himself. "And in my defense, eels are slippery."

You leaned closer, voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "He also told me about the time you tried to impress Astrid by jumping off the Great Hall--"

"Okay, wow, I see how it is," Hiccup interrupted, shaking his head. "My own father, sabotaging me. Some chief he is."

You nudged him, still grinning. "I think it’s sweet. He’s proud of you. And he likes me."

Hiccup softened, his thumb still absently tracing circles on your hand. "Yeah, well. You’re kind of impossible not to like."

The words hung between you, quiet but weighty. The sun had fully set now, leaving only the glow of the village fires below and the endless scatter of stars above.

When he finally glanced down, he saw your e/c eyes looking back up at him. The moonlight reflected in them, your eyelids slightly low. You studied his appearance like a painting, like you'd never seen anything more detailed.

This was the first time you'd looked at him like this. The first time you looked at him like he was something other than transparent.

Hiccup’s breath hitched.

There was something new in your gaze -- something intentional, something certain -- and it sent his pulse skittering like a startled Terrible Terror. Your fingers tightened ever so slightly around his, anchoring him in the moment.

For once, Hiccup Haddock didn’t overthink.

He didn’t stumble.

He just leaned in.

Hiccup’s first brush of lips against yours was hesitant: sweet, questioning, as if he still couldn’t quite believe this was real. But when you let out a soft sigh against his mouth, something in him ignited.

His hand slid up to cradle your jaw, fingers tangling gently in your hair as the kiss deepened. Your lips parted, and the taste of him -- warm, faintly of hearth-smoke and wild mint -- sent a shiver down your spine. His other arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer until there was no space left between you, until you could feel the frantic hammer of his heartbeat against your own.

The world fell away.

There was only this: the heat of his touch, the rough calluses of his fingers against your skin, the way his breath hitched when you nipped lightly at his lower lip. A low, desperate sound escaped him, and he kissed you like he was drowning and you were air.

When you finally broke apart, gasping, his forehead rested against yours, his voice ragged.

"I’ve wanted to do that… for weeks. Ever since you first helped me with Toothless."

You smiled, thumb brushing the flushed curve of his cheekbone. "Took you long enough."

Hiccup laughed, breathless, his eyes dark and burning in the moonlight. "Yeah, well… I’m a slow learner."

"Liar," you whispered. "You’re the quickest one I’ve ever met."

His grin was wicked. "Prove it."

And then his mouth was on yours again, hungry and sure this time, swallowing your laugh as he kissed you like it was the only thing that mattered.

And maybe, just for tonight -- it was.

Until you heard slow clapping behind you. You broke apart, rolling your eyes, and turned in Hiccup's lap.

Ruffnut and Tuffnut.

"Bra-vo!" Ruffnut drawled, clapping with exaggerated slowness. "And here I thought Hiccup’s only talent was tripping over his own feet."

Tuffnut wiped an imaginary tear from his eye. "So beautiful. So pure. I think I’m gonna be sick."

Hiccup groaned, dropping his forehead against your shoulder. "I swear to Odin, if you two don’t vanish in the next three seconds--"

"Ooooh, scary!" Ruffnut cackled, elbowing her brother. "Think he’ll sic Toothless on us?"

Toothless, still sprawled dramatically on the ground, cracked one eye open--then promptly rolled onto his back, paws in the air, as if to say, Don’t involve me in this nonsense.

You sighed, twisting to smirk at Hiccup. "We could just ignore them."

Hiccup raised an eyebrow. "You think that’ll work?"

"Worth a shot."

"Actually," you smirked, "hold on."

And then -- without breaking eye contact -- you tapped Perseus's side, waking him up. His blue eyes opened slowly, then narrowed playfully. His throat released a growl, not malice, but pretending to be. His main goal was scaring the twins.

He didn't disappoint. The growl rumbled the dirt, stirring pebbles up.

The effect was instantaneous.

Tuffnut yelped, backpedaling so fast he nearly tripped over his own axe. "WHOA -- OKAY -- WE’RE LEAVING!"

Ruffnut, to her credit, stood her ground for a grand total of two seconds before Perseus exhaled an ear piercing roar.

"Alright, alright! Jeez!" She threw her hands up, but her grin was all mischief. "But just know -- this isn’t over! You two lovebirds are officially our new favorite entertainment!"

And with that, the twins bolted, their laughter fading into the night as Perseus gave a satisfied rumble and flopped back down, tail thumping like a pleased cat.

Hiccup stared after them, then turned to you, eyes wide. "…Did you just weaponize your dragon to scare off the twins?"

You shrugged, scratching Perseus under the chin. "What can I say? He’s got range."

Hiccup burst out laughing, pulling you back against him. "You," he said, pressing a kiss to your knuckles, "are terrifying."

You smirked. "And you love it."

"Yeah," he admitted, his voice soft. "I really do."

And as Perseus and Toothless settled in beside you -- one pretending to sleep, the other already actually snoring -- Hiccup decided something:

If this was what the future looked like?

He couldn’t wait for tomorrow.

[silverspotted]

my third eye opened and i sobbed my heart out

wanna give toothless a fat smooch on the nose

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Hello ! Sorry for my bad English, it's not my first language I do my best

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Just Talk To Me!

Hiccup x Reader

Word Count: 2.8k words

Summary: You and Eret have gotten pretty close due to your constant fighting practice. Of course, a certain chief isn’t too happy about it but he has a bit of trouble trying to tell you why.

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“You’re getting better at this!” Eret praised, ducking under your fist as you swung at him. He continued to dodge your strikes as you smiled.

You both had begun sparring together a few months ago, after the whole Dragon War fiasco. You realized that without your dragon, you weren’t as strong or as agile as the other Vikings, so you asked Eret to help you train.

You swept your foot under him, finally taking him down and putting your foot on his chest, signifying that you had one the fight.

“Have I gotten better, or have you just gotten worse?” You asked teasingly, taking your foot off of him as he smiled up at you.

You held out your hand to help him up. He obliged, taking it as he stood up once again, wiping off his clothes from that dust that truly didn’t even seem to be there.

“You’ve certainly made improvements since day one. I can tell you that.” He said, stretching a bit. “You could definitely do well even without your dragon, if you’d ever need to.” He continued, looking back at both of your dragons who were simply chilling off to the side, as they often did when you two fought.

“Hopefully there never comes a time.” You said in a lighthearted tone, but you truly hoped there would never be a time where you’d have to fair without your dragon.

“I second that. It’s funny, I never thought I’d ever change my ways when it came to dragons. Yet here I am, looking after this beast.” Eret joked, patting Skull Crushers head lightly causing the dragon to groan and slightly shake its head in response.

“Well I’m glad you had it in you to change, who knows maybe I would’ve taken you down myself.” You gloated sarcastically, walking towards the pair as Eret smiled back at you, acknowledging your joke.

“Yeah you wouldn’t have made it even close.” He let out a chuckle as he watched your teasing smirk turn to a pout. You knew his teasing was all in good fun but realistically if it had come to it you would’ve taken him out if you needed to.

“Just cause I’ve gotten better doesn’t mean I wasn’t skilled to begin with.” You reminded.

“Fair. Now how about best two out of three?” Eret asked, getting into a fighting stance which you very quickly mimicked. Just as you both were about to start fighting you had heard a very familiar growl come from above. Your head shot up towards the noise and you spotted none other than Hiccup Haddock, the chief of Berk, flying above you.

“Guess not.” You joked, no longer standing in a ready position as you turned to face the aforementioned chief who had landed not too far away from the both of you. Hiccup hopped off of Toothless with ease, slipping his helmet off in the process, and walked over to the two of you with Toothless close behind.

“Morning you two.” Hiccup greated, earning a nod of acknowledgement from the both of you. “What are you guys doing all the way out here?” He asked but you noticed it wasn’t in the sense of his usual curiosity. There was an underlying tone that you could quite put your finger on so you figured you were just simply thinking too much into it.

You hadn’t really thought about it but you suppose you and Eret were more or less in the middle of nowhere in the woods. It was the most quiet place the two of you could find to practice in peace without going to the Arena.

“Eret and I have been sparring, I figured I should eventually learn how, considering most of my strength comes from them.” You said, gesturing to your dragon who was sleeping peacefully only to be startled awake by Toothless patting them on the head. You couldn’t help but laugh a bit, Toothless always reminded you of a cat in a way, you found it adorable.

“Alone?” Hiccup asked, which honestly surprised the both of you. You looked towards hiccup in confusion only to see the shock he had on his own face. Clearly he didn’t mean to let it slip out but it was too late to take it back now.

“Well no… our dragons are here with us?” You stated but you were so confused about the reasoning behind Hiccups question that you couldn’t seem to phrase it as anything other than a question. You all fell silent as Hiccup swayed his arms in an awkward fashion, something he only does when he’s trying to avoid talking about something.

Eret looked between the two of you, realizing he had no part in the conversation he simply cleared his throat.

“I’ll just leave you two be, I have some… things to take care of..” He excused himself, quickly hopping onto Skullcrusher and exiting the awkward situation as quickly as possible. Once Eret had flown away you quickly turned back to Hiccup who was clearly avoiding even looking in your general direction.

“Spill it.” You said bluntly causing Hiccup to finally make eye contact with you. His face held a confused look but you both knew what you were talking about.

“I don’t have a clue what you’re talking about.” Hiccup said, again clearly avoiding the topic as he walked over to Toothless. “Have you seen the new addition I added to Toothless’s tail?” It was clear he was trying to think of anything to change the subject because obviously there was nothing different about Toothless’s tail and you both knew that.

You crossed your arms as you stared at the brunette before you, your face holding an expression that clearly said ‘seriously?’. He dropped Toothless’s tail with a sigh before getting up and walking towards you. Silence quickly swept over the two of you as you continued to wait for Hiccup to say something. You raised an eyebrow at him before he blurted out,

“Have you seen the new scale armor?”, giving one more quick shot to derail the conversation.

“Hiccup.” You said quite sternly. “Spill it.” You repeated, your arms still crossed over your chest as you watched the man nervously fidget. He may be the chief but he still held some of his nervous quirks. Sure he had the ability to look powerful and calm when his people needed their chief, but when he wasn’t the ‘Chief of Berk’ he was just Hiccup.

Just Hiccup.

And you’d be damned if you said you didn’t love him. Ever since you met hiccup you knew he always tried to meet everyone’s expectations only to have a long history of falling short. Hiccup as he was was always overlooked, everyone looked to him to be ‘the Chiefs son’ the ‘next chief of Berk’ and the one he really struggled with, was ‘Stoick’s son’. No one ever truly looked at him as just Hiccup.

Well everyone except you.

You liked him from the very beginning when he was just a scrawny boy obsessed with earning his fathers approval. Did you have the courage to say anything about the way you felt? No of course not, why would you? As much as you loved to see him as ‘Just Hiccup’ you couldn’t deny the fact that he was still pretty far out of your league, especially given his title of ‘The Dragon Master’. What title did you have? Nothing.

Well you had the title of being one of his closest friends so you stuck with that as being enough for you.

“I just don’t think you and Eret should be so far away while training.” He finally spoke up. It was clear he was still keeping something from you but at least he gave you something to work with.

“Why?” You asked, trying to nudge more out of him. He put his hands on his hips. As he began to pace slowly in a circle.

“I don’t know, I just think it would be safer if you-“ Hiccup began only for you to cut him off.

“Hiccup we have two dragons here, one of them being Skull Crusher. I’d say it’s pretty safe to say nothings going to attack us out here.” You argued, now mimicking his pose with your hands on your hips.

“Well still I just don’t like the idea of you guys being alone.” He said, looking up at you. You rolled your eyes in response,

“Hiccup I already said, we’re here with the dragons. We’re not alone.” You stated as if it wasn’t getting through his head. It hadn’t even occurred to you that he was trying to hint at a different concern and you were missing the point entirely.

Your response only caused Hiccup to groan as his hand shot up to his face. He dragged his hands down his face as he turned around, now facing Toothless who simply looked at his friend in utter confusion. The dragon looked from you, then to Hiccup, then back to you. You simply shook your head with a shrug of your shoulders before Toothless walked away, deeming him your problem.

“Hiccup I don't understand why this is such a big issue to you, we used to be in the woods alone all the time together. You didn’t seem to have a problem with it then.” You stated quite bluntly.

“That was different!” He shouted. His face had ever so slightly turned the faintest hint of red, but it was still enough for you to notice. He seemed almost exasperated as you continued to swim around the very vague point that he was failing to get at.

“How was it any different than what me and Eret are doing? If anything it’s safer now because we’re both adults. Granted we did have a Night Fury with us back then…” You began to mumble to yourself, accidentally going off topic. Hiccup sighed, walking up to you and grabbing you by your shoulders. He was stern but still managed to be gentle as he forced you to look at him.

“I can’t control what you do or who you spend your time with, but I just don’t like that you and Eret spend so much time together, so far outside of the village, alone…” Hiccup said, practically laying it all out for you.

“Hiccup?”

“Yeah?”

“We’re not alone.”

Hiccup merely stared at you, eyes wide in shock as he tried to calculate your intelligence in that split second. He practically spelled it out for you and you still weren’t getting it.

What hadn’t occurred to him however, was that you had already caught on, you were just trying to get him to admit it himself. Granted, you had just caught on maybe seconds before, but you still thought it might be fun to mess with him a little. Besides, who were you to make the assumption that the Chief of Berk himself was jealous that you were spending time with another man. It could be considered a reach… Unless he just said it himself.

“Why don’t you want me to be alone with him so badly?” You asked, figuring you should try and at least break the loop that you two seemed to be stuck in.

“Because…” Hiccup began, trying to think of a way to phrase what he wanted to say. You waited patiently, just looking at him and occasionally switching your gaze over to the dragons who were chasing each other around.

“Because?” You repeated, waiting for his response. His green eyes staring back into yours. They looked almost as if they were trembling as they bounced between the features on your face.

“Why is it so hard to talk to you?” He shouted abruptly, quickly letting go of your shoulders and flung his arms into the air with an exasperated groan.

“If it was easier for you to tell me about the dragon you were keeping hidden from a village filled with bloodthirsty, war hungry Vikings, I’ m almost afraid of whatever this could possibly be.” You joked, trying to lighten his mood.

“It’s not the same thing.” He muttered in response as you laughed.

“How could anything you have to tell me be worse than that?” Hiccup sighed in response as he went back to pacing. Clearly it was his way of thinking about what to do next. It wasn’t a trait he often exhibited but you knew once he started pacing, whatever he was thinking about was pretty serious.

“It’s not about what I have to tell you, it’s about your response.” He finally said, you rolled your eyes lightheartedly. You’ve known this man for years, and in those years you’ve learned countless embarrassing facts about him that he had less of a problem about you knowing than ‘whatever he had to tell you’.

“What does my response have to do with anything? Hiccup, anything you have to tell me won't change anything.” You stated with a laugh as you tried to comfort him. You almost started to second guess what you thought he was going to tell you. If he was truly this worried about what he was going to say maybe it was actually a very serious matter?

“Ha, yeah you say that now.” He laughed sarcastically, quickly looking up at you before returning to his pacing.

“Hiccup, I'm serious.”

“So am I.”

If there’s one thing about Hiccup it was his stubbornness. Anyone would just shrug that off as a Viking thing but you knew if anything, it came from his father. As much as Hiccup would deny being able to compare to his father, he shared many similar traits with him. You knew it, his mother knew it, even Gobber knew it, but he frequently denied it.

Stubborn.

“Why are you so concerned about me and Eret in the first place?” You decided to bring up the last topic, because if he wasn’t going to get to the point, you were.

“Because…” He muttered quietly in response as if he was holding something back.

“Because what hiccup? Seriously, I know you have an issue with communication sometimes but you can't just keep dancing around the issue here-“ You rambled a bit but before you could continue, Hiccup interrupted you.

“Because I have feelings for you!” He blurted out suddenly.

You both froze. He turned away from you as you simply stared at him. He finally said it, he actually really said it.

“Hiccup…” You muttered quietly.

He didn’t move. He didn’t want to move. The last thing he wanted right now was to turn around and have to face the potential of rejection.

“Hiccup.” You called out again, walking towards him and lightly placing your hand on his shoulder. He finally turned towards you slightly, but he still refused to face you all the way. “You’re serious?” You asked, to which he simply looked at you with confusion.

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“At least one of us finally admitted to it.” You joked. For some reason Hiccup had registered that you were making a joke, but not necessarily what you were joking about.

“Yeah okay, go on, laugh it out- wait.” Hiccup quickly turned back to you. You nodded with a smile, confirming his suspicion as he clearly thought he had misheard you.

“Wait but- for how long?” He asked excitedly, almost as if he didn’t believe you. “Oh this is great! I thought you were going to hate me for even saying anything about it, but you’re not! You feel the same-“ He cheered, slightly beginning to ramble as all of his previous anxiety seemed to just melt away.

You smiled as you watched him celebrate before quickly planting a quick kiss on his cheek.

The man froze before you, clearly not expecting even such a small act of affection. You never knew him to be entirely bold, you always saw him as a very awkward man, but you watched as the awkwardness practically jumped out a window for a split second or so as Hiccup grabbed you by the waist and pulled you closer to him.

He was the last person you’d expect such a smooth act to come from, and honestly you didn’t mind it. His eyes drifted from yours to your lips in a matter of seconds as if he was silently asking for your approval, to which you nodded.

Before you knew it you were kissing the literal man of your dreams.

It was wonderful.

It was a very soft kiss, the perfect kind to be shared for the first time.

Once you pulled away you looked to hiccup before dramatically gasping.

“What? What is it?” Hiccup asked, panicking that he had done something wrong.

“Does that mean… you were jealous of Eret?” You asked with a joking smile.

“Oh come on- really?” Hiccup said, jokingly pushing you away with a laugh.

Safe to say you never let him live this moment down, and much to his dismay you had excitedly told your friends about it not too long after.

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SLEIGHT OF HANDS ⊹₊⟡⋆ h. haddock x reader

summary : knowing close-up magic, you always watched your boyfriend be amazed at all the enthralling tricks you showed him—with him showing you how dumbfounded he was, and asking you how you did it, acting all unknowing. But little did you know, Hiccup did have a trick up his sleeve.

word count : 3.06k words

tags : rtte!hiccup, fem!reader, magician!reader, idiots in love, love confession, fluff, chaste kisses, unrealistic wording and description of sleight of hand/magic, no use of y/n or (name)

author's note : yes i'm gonna be using hiccups confession when he gave astrid the bethrothal gift because i cannot let it out of my head (´ 3｀) bro ive been watching videos on how sleight of hand and close up magic is done and i was like—that sounds like a good fic. . . why don't i write it? i have free will anyways lols :p anyway enjoy this read im very sleep deprived ahdjajdasl

"Hey, do you uh— know where one of my Dragon Trivia Cards are?" Fishlegs timid voice was heard as walked into your hut, peeking in first before fully going in. He was fanning through the cards he currently had in his possesion, looking at each one thoroughly to see if maybe he accidentally just missed it.

You stood up from your hut's dining chair and turned around, finishing putting your shoes on and walking closer to the Ingerman.

"It's the one for the Gronckle, it's me and Meatlug's favorite, so if you see it anywhere—" Fishlegs started to talk faster, panic filling his veins.

"Oh, you mean this?" You flipped you hand quickly, the exact Dragon Trivia Card he was talking about appearing in your hand, which made him sigh in relief.

"You left it on the table last night at the Great Hall," You finished, while he looked astonished.

"Oh! Thank you. . .!" You put your hand out, and he took the card, examining it, putting it into light and turning it around to observe it.

"I still don't know how you do that," He commented, looking at the card and then at the hand you used to make it appear.

And you walked past him, before stopping at the door and over your shoulder to say three words that explains it.

"It's just magic." You shrug, a grin on your face as you speak. He started to follow you outside, seemingly to go back to his hut.

"Yeah— whatever," Fishlegs dismisses the topic, knowing he won't get anywhere if he pries any more.

"Where are you going anyway?" The Ingerman asked, while you replied in a curt manner.

"Hiccup said he needed to give me. . . Something, I dunno. . ." You replied nonchalantly.

"Oh," The blond Viking said unelated, with a few seconds of silence covering your conversation, until he suddenly spoke again, startling you.

"Ohhh!" He loudly exclaimed, a cheeky smile hinting at his face. You jolted a little from how loud he sounded.

"So, based on your reaction, I'm gonna assume it's something good. . .?" You were nearing Fishleg's hut, which meant this was probably going to be your last dialogue with him until you see him later.

"Let's just say it's. . . A surprise of some sort," He vaguely answered, and you had made it to the front of his home.

You both waved each other goodbye, with you walking past his hut to surge onto Hiccup's hut.

You were almost there, until The Twins had practically jumped you, asking if you could show them another magic trick.

"C'monnn, what you did last time was really awesome," Ruffnut pleaded. They were walking with you now, not that you disliked it—you were happy you were seeing alot of them today.

"Do the one where you switch the chains you were wearing and put them on Tuffnut! Or the one where a Terrible Terror appears from Snotlout's helmet," She cheered, grabbing your arm excitedly.

"Y'know, I don't think Tuffnut would really enjoy that, and Snotlout isn't here for me to do it. . ." You awkwardly shrug, not wanting to put one of the twins into a fit of being distressed again.

"As much as I had 3 days of trouble getting out of those chains, it was worth it seeing you do that." He defended himself, as if sacrificing his freedom again.

"Yeah, last time you did it, he had to scratch his butt with his—"

"O—kay, I don't need to know that," You put a hand up to stop her talking any more.

Ever since you were a kid, you were taught by your father how to do magic tricks, or more specifically—sleight of hand.

What he did teach you wasn't that much of the spectacular, showstopping actions; He taught you the basics, such as making cards appear into your hands suddenly and making coins appear from your ear out of thin air, but that was about it.

All this weird stuff they were asking you to do—like making chains attached from your wrist go to another person, and making small dragons appear from helmets were all your doing, coming from your own practice. You could say you were starting to become a magician, one might surmise.

But right now, you really needed to make it to Hiccup's hut. He sounded like he really needed you to be there right now, it sounded urgent when he said to go to his room today.

So now, the best you could do to send the Twins off your tail, with nothing in your disposal at all, was either to: A.) run away and disguise it like a magic trick, or B.) wait for Snotlout to unceremoniously arrive.

I think we're going to settle with A if we want to get to Hiccup's as fast as possible.

"How about I show you— a new trick?" you tore Ruffnut's grip on your arm and placed her next to her twin brother.

"When you guys turn around and say 'Yaknog' at the same time with your eyes closed, you'll make me dissapear. Cool, right?" You finished. They both looked at each other for a second and smiled deviously.

Once they had both turned around, you made the most silent run for it, the other Vikings seeing you scamper off until you were nowhere in their vicinity.

"Ready?" Tuffnut asked.

"Ready. 3, 2, 1. . ." They closed their eyes and balled their fists.

"Yaknog!" They yelled out at the same time, they opened their eyes, then cautiously looked behind them, where you were nowhere to be seen.

"Woah. . ." Ruffnut smiled in a goofy manner, looking around to see any trace of you, but nope. No sign of you anywhere.

"It's like she was never there," Tuffnut put his hand on the place where you previously where and waved around, as if he'd find out you were invisible of some sort.

They both paused what they were doing and looked at each other, proceeding to hit their helmets with one another.

"Awesome!"

You almost hit your face on the door if you didn't stop yourself with how fast you were going, knocking a good three times.

You put your hands on your knees in momentary exhaustion before dusting yourself off and standing straight, waiting for your boyfriend to open the door.

But much to your surprise, the person that opened the door to welcome you was not Hiccup, no, but his broad-shouldered Chief of a father, Stoick.

He greeted your name with a smile which you mirrored back, slightly shocked you were here.

"What are you doing here?" Stoick asked politely.

"Hiccup was actually going to give me uh— something," You gently replied, a tight smile on your face.

Stoick looked to be in thought for a moment, until something he was thinking of clicked, and he expressed his joy.

"Oh. . . Oh— I get it," His voice crooned, and it made you slightly feel odd. Even under all that hair on his face, you could still see a satisfied smile grace his face.

"You— you do. . .?" You inquired with a tilt to your tone, with Stoick coming up to you, walking past you, but not before grabbing your shoulder to reassure you.

You felt a sense of déjà vu, Fishlegs already gave you that response earlier.

"It's gonna be fine, don't worry too much about it," He walked off, seemingly to do his rounds and some Chiefing around the village.

You walk into the hut, and the smell of firewood hits your ears. The crackling sparks from the hearth warm the interior, with you looking around the first floor for a moment.

You've been in here dozens of times, but the comfort and warmth of their home always made you relax.

You walk up the wood staircase, and you see Hiccup on his table, twisting his charcoal pencil in boredom, looking at a sketch on his notebook of a random dragon.

He heard the nearing thump! of your steps, and looked at you at the entrance of his room.

"Hey," The brunet Viking said in surprise, a gentle smile growing on his face.

"Hello to you too," You walked around him, kissing his head caringly as you sit next to him, dragging a stray chair next to him.

You put your elbows on the table, leaning to take a peek at his face.

"What are you looking at?" You inquired.

He closed his notebook, then turned his body to you, so he can look at you better.

"Uh— nothing much, I was just waiting for you," His full attention was on you, and you smiled at him in amusement.

"Really?" You asked, but you already knew the answer.

"Yeah, and now you're here, so I can start," He started to adjust himself in his seat, and you were kind of perplexed.

"Uh. . . Start what, exactly?"

"Give me your hand," He ordered you softly, and you obeyed—putting your palm out for him to grab, and he closed it up to ball your fist.

"Wait. . ." You understand now what he was doing, given that you've done this magic trick dozens of times for the children in the village.

Your smile grew in excitement as you watch him ready the magic trick.

"I'm gonna make my something appear in your hand, okay?" He explained, looking into your eyes cheekily with affection.

Although you've heard yourself say what he instructs you to do a multitude of times, you still follow his orders, while you look elatedly as he almost finishes.

"Okay, once I snap my fingers, it'll appear. You ready?"

"Just do it, already," You smile, excited at what's to come.

He snapped his fingers together, and he lets go of your hand still balled into a fist. He looks at you in glee, waiting for you to open your palm.

You hesitantly sprawl your palm out, and to your surprise, his gift isn't there.

"Huh, I could've sworn it would be there," Hiccup's voice sounded defeated, and scratched his head, in confusion.

Not wanting him to look so upset, you grab his shoulders and scooch your chair so your knees were in between one another's.

"Hey, it was a good try babe," You comforted him, rubbing your hands up and down his arms.

"I was pretty intrigued." You added.

"Thanks, but I think if it would cooler if it did appear, I just don't know where it went— wait," His head was slightly tilted down, until he lifted in up in some kind of realization.

"What is it?" You ask, your actions pausing to look at his perplexed expression, as if his head was starting to turn its cogs.

"I think I know where I put it," He smiles, rejoiced.

"It was right behind here. . .!" His arm lifted close next to your head, and your eyes followed his movements.

What you didn't expect next was for a coin to be pulled out behind your ear by Hiccup. Consequently, your mouth went slack jawed in awe, before composing yourself and smiling, your hands slightly patting your lap in elation. It was a simple sleight of hand trick, yes—but still, it made you merry.

"You learned!" You cheer at him, looking at him in disbelief, punching his shoulder playfully.

"I wanted to surprise you." He replied smoothly, carding the coin between his fingers before holding it between his thumb and pointer finger so you could see it clearly.

It was a slightly large coin, with a leather cord tethered to it, creating a loop for a necklace.

"So, what is it?" You ask in curiosity.

"Well, this was my Dad's betrothal gift to my mother," He held it up by its leather rope, the coin slightly swaying from motion.

"Hiccup," You gasp softly, before Hiccup put the necklace over your head, lowering your head slightly to help him. He placed it around your neck, lowering his arms after.

You clutch it in both your hands, looking at it dearly, before he put his own hands over yours, covering them.

"And— uhm, he gave it to me, to give to you." He finished. You smiled at his confession, but something in the pit of your stomach had faltered your joy.

He gave you his father's betrothal gift, an heirloom passed on to him, to be held onto until given to the person he cherished—which was you, show you how much he loves you, but. . .

You didn't get him anything.

It ate at you, the swirling pool of guilt building in your chest until your smile was fully etched off your face, lowering your gaze slightly so Hiccup couldn't see it.

He called your name, instinctually making you look into his eyes, his eyes showing vulnerability.

"You're a part of our family," Hiccup said with unwavering assurance, and no matter how upset you were, it made you smile.

"You always have been, and," He looked shy to say the next words, but her says it anyways.

"I hope you always will be." He ended, his hands letting go of yours—and you smiled in adoration, but the fluttering beating of your heart didn't overcome the swirling feeling of shame and guilt in your stomach, making your smile falter.

"Hiccup, it's— I don't. . ." You struggled to convey your feelings, looking away from him, making Hiccup nervous.

Did he say something wrong? Was it too fast? Did you not like it?

"Uhhh. . . Okay— well, if you don't like it," He leaned back, scratching the back of his head awkwardly.

"No. . .! No, Hiccup— I love it," You sputtered looking at him in panic, you didn't want him to think that, especially when it was the most beautiful thing you've ever been gifted.

"Eh, you do?"

"I do, it's perfect, I just—" You sigh in defeat, letting your arms fall to your sides.

"I didn't get you anything," You shrug. Your voice was meek, looking away in disgrace. With your confession, Hiccup's tense demeanor softened into something of understanding.

"If I had known— Hiccup, I would've gifted you something great too. . ." You trailed off, not wanting to say anymore, you felt more embarrassed trying to explain yourself, it'd be better off just keeping your mouth shut.

"But you did," Hiccup said, making you pause and look up at him, wary.

"I. . . I did?" You reply, still confused.

"Yes, you got me the best gift in the world—" His voice was true, as if he was sure of all of what he said as he grabbed your hands together with his, making you stare up at his viridescent gaze.

"You," He answered, and all of the reluctance, the guilt of it all washed away, as if his voice was the cure for your looming doubts.

"You—just being here, with me," His soft, yet calloused hands brought your hands to his chest in adoration, making your arms jump out and hug him.

"Is that only gift I need." He muttered into your neck, making you smile at the feeling.

"Hiccup," You pull away to see his lovestruck eyes looking into yours.

"Thank you," You cup the side of his face with one hand, his smile growing.

You quickly kiss his lips, looking back at him. He was slightly startled, but he recovered quickly, pulling you back for another kiss. You could both feel it, the slight clanking of teeth due to you smiling—you both didn't care, you were in love.

"So," Hiccup enunciated when you both pulled away.

"Did you like the trick?"

"Hmm. . ." You looked up to think, but you already knew you were going to mess with him a bit.

"I've done better," You taunted, and shrugged.

"Really? Like what?" He smiled, he knew you could've done better, he'd seen your talent dozens of times do it for him, but he wanted to ask anyway.

"Oh, I dunno— like," You roll your eyes playfully, before holding his belt up to view.

"Taking your belt, perhaps?" He looked baffled, you'd never done that trick before. He looked down padded his hips, and there it wasn't, just his pants.

"How did you. . ." He paused his sentence when he saw you look at him cheekily. He shook his head in joking defeat, before he pulled you in for another kiss.

He didn't care how you did it; you could steal his belts, his pencils, his heart even—but he wouldn't pay it no mind.

Because you were here with him, and you loved him back, and that was all he needed to know.

BONUS ⋆˚ʚɞ

"So let me get this straight; you guys turned around, closed your eyes, then when you opened them again, she just disappeared into 'thin air'?" Astrid retorted, her arms crossed, unenthused.

You and the Dragon Riders were at the Great Hall, with The Twins explaining your 'spectacular' magic trick you did with them earlier that day while you all ate.

"Yeah!" The Thorston siblings said with confidence.

The Twins nodded eagerly, before going back and bickering, throwing their food at one another.

Astrid looked at you, tiredness coating her face, her expression unimpressed.

"What?" You said, but you already knew what she was looking at you like that for.

"I needed to get to Hiccup's hut, and they wouldn't stop bugging me," You complained, leaning into your soup. Hiccup was next to you, a gentle smile watching the scene unfold.

You were suddenly called by Snotlout, and you looked across the table at the dark-haired Viking.

"Any chance you could make someone fall in love?" He crooned, all the while looking at Astrid seductively and blew a kiss, which the blonde Viking rolled her eyes in distaste at, gagging.

"Eugh," Astrid heaved, with you softly giggling as you spooned food from your bowl into your mouth.

"Any chance you could make someone fall off a cliff?" She deadpanned at you.

"Y'know, Astrid, I think you could do that yourself," Hiccup piped up, Astrid going into thought as he said that, before grinning mischievously at you and Hiccup, before directing it at Snotlout.

His flirtatious demeanor faltered, changing into a nervous one.

"Uhh— somehow, I feel like I'm in danger."

bro nothing beats his confession to astrid and their love for one another, I NEED A RELATIONSHIP LIKE THEIRS ASAP!!!

anyway, don't forget to leave a note and comment what you think :3

thanks for reading ~ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა

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Alicent and Rhaenyra wander the garden of Dragonstone…

Alicent: ah yes my husband treats me very well

Rhaenyra: I’m quite happy for you. And where is your husband?

Y/N wrestles Toothless, who’s got Y/N’s cloak in his mouth…

Y/N: give it! That’s my favorite cloak! It’s Alicent’s favorite too!

Toothless just wiggles his tail happily…

Alicent giggles and looks to her husband lovingly…

[neurotica-tales]

Forged in Obsession (Yandere Hiccup x Reader)

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When you first arrive in Berk, you're captivated by dragons and drawn into the fascinating world of their gentle and ingenious rider, Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III. His kindness, awkward charm, and inventive brilliance quickly make him your closest friend—but beneath his sweet smiles and thoughtful gestures lies a quiet, growing obsession. Unbeknownst to you, every compliment and smile fuels Hiccup’s desperate desire to keep you close. As he carefully hides the intensity of his feelings, the line between friendship and possession begins to blur. Soon, you realize the gentle inventor who stole your heart may never let you leave.

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TW: Obsessive behavior, possessiveness, emotional manipulation, stalking.

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The journey to Berk was harsh -- incredibly so -- and many times, you thought about giving up. You weren’t used to cold air biting at your cheeks or snow crunching under your boots. It was so cold you wondered if you'd even make it to Berk before you froze to death. You ask yourself several times about what on earth was it that possessed you to travel to a place in which you've never been before, somewhere that is freezing 12 months of the year. But whenever the thought passed your mind, you'd console yourself with one word.

Dragons.

You were from a place where dragons were myths, legends spoken about in hushed tones or embellished stories told over fires. But Berk? Berk had dragons like trees had leaves. Living, breathing, majestic creatures that soared overhead and curled beside Viking homes like overgrown, scaly cats. The first time you saw a Nadder swoop across the sky, golden spikes glittering like fire in the sun, your breath caught in your throat. This place was everything you'd ever dreamed of—and more. You desperately wanted to see any other dragons the world had to offer with your own eyes, and this yearning gave you the strength to endure every fierce snowstorm and punishing hailstorm.

You arrived in Berk by ship, cloaked and hooded against the biting wind, your pack strapped to your back and your boots worn from travel. Most people paid you no mind. You were just another stranger come to gawk at dragons or seek wisdom from the famous Dragon Riders. Your eyes, however, were wide with wonder, not awe. You weren’t here for stories or fame. You were here because you believed dragons were more than beasts—you believed they were beautiful

So when you arrived—a stranger with no name recognized and no clan claimed—the Berkians didn't give you a second glance. They were used to wanderers by now. Ever since dragons became allies rather than enemies, Berk had gained a reputation across the archipelago.

You kept to yourself, mostly. Wandered the village. Watched the dragons from afar. But there was one that caught your eye the very first day.

He was sleek, black as obsidian with wide green eyes that shimmered like the sea. He had a broken tail fin—one that had clearly been patched and tinkered with, a mechanical hinge enabling flight. His movements were silent, like shadows on silk, but he had a youthful curiosity to him too. Playful, intelligent.

You didn’t know his name.

Only that you saw him first at dawn, perched on a roof with his tail curled like a cat’s, and ever since… you couldn’t help but follow. Just to catch another glimpse.

You weren’t stupid. You knew he had a rider. Some lanky Viking guy with brown hair and a face full of freckles. People always swarmed around him—called him “Chief,” “Dragon Master,” “Hiccup.” But he never caught your interest.

At least, not at first.

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It took a week.

A full week of tailing Toothless like some lovesick puppy, sketching him, whispering excited nothings to yourself whenever he soared overhead, crouching behind barrels to observe him interact with other dragons. You never meant to be subtle—just quiet. You didn’t want to scare him off. He was just so… beautiful.

Then one morning, you turned the corner by Gobber’s forge and ran smack into a chest.

“Oof—sorry—!”

“You.”

You blinked.

The voice was flat. Not angry… but definitely not thrilled either. You tilted your head and looked up.

Freckles. Green eyes. Leather armor. Slight scowl.

“Uh… Hiccup, right?”

His arms were crossed. “So, are you gonna tell me why you’ve been following me for days?”

The words hit you like a bucket of cold water.

“Excuse me?”

He squinted. “I’ve seen you. Don’t pretend I haven’t. First the market, then the docks, then yesterday by the edge of the cove. Always behind something, always looking like you’re trying not to look.”

Your cheeks burned. “I—I wasn’t following you!”

“Oh, really?”

“I was following… your dragon!”

There was a pause.

“What.”

You pointed past him. “The black one. Toothless, right? He’s… he’s gorgeous. I’ve never seen anything like him. I wasn’t watching you, I was watching him.”

Hiccup blinked.

Then blinked again.

Toothless peeked out from behind the forge, tail twitching curiously. As if on cue, he gave a small purr-like sound and nosed at Hiccup’s hand. Immediately, you pursed your lips as you try to not coo at the sight of something so adorable. This was the closest you had ever been to Toothless, and you honestly admitted that he was even more majestic and cute up close, especially with that sleek body of his and the round curious eyes.

The Chief stared at you in dumbfounded silence, mouth slightly open as he witnessed you gushing over his best friend first hand.

“…Oh.”

You shrugged awkwardly, smile embarrassed. “Yeah. Sorry. If I creeped you out, that wasn’t my intention. I just… I love dragons. I came here hoping to see some, and he’s just so—”

“No, no! It’s fine!” he cut in quickly, scratching the back of his neck. “That makes… sense. Wow. I feel stupid now.”

You giggled. “You really thought I was stalking you?”

“I mean,” he muttered, “it’s not like it hasn’t happened before…”

You gave him a look. He immediately went red.

“I didn’t mean—! Ugh, never mind. I’m sorry for confronting you like that. Just… wasn’t sure what was going on.”

You smiled, holding out a hand. “I’m (Y/N) , by the way.”

His fingers hesitated before closing around yours. Warm. Calloused. Surprising strength for someone so wiry.

“Hiccup.”

“I know,” you teased gently.

He smiled, sheepish.

And just like that, something between you clicked.

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It became routine after that.

You’d drop by the forge in the late mornings, when the air was still laced with frost and the smell of soot and steel drifted from the chimney. The place was warm—cozy in its own rugged, metallic way. Gobber would usually bark orders or wander off on errands, leaving you alone with Hiccup in the belly of the forge where the dragon fire kept the shadows at bay.

He was always there, hammering at metal, sleeves rolled up, soot on his cheeks and grease on his fingers. And when he saw you? His entire face lit up. Not dramatically—but in that soft, quiet way that felt real. Honest. He would glance up from his work, his mouth twitching into a crooked smile, and greet you like you were the only person who mattered in that moment.

And you began to linger.

At first, it was innocent curiosity. You asked about the tools, the gears, the strange contraptions that lay scattered across the tables like discarded puzzle pieces. Hiccup answered with enthusiasm that made you smile—his voice speeding up, his hands moving rapidly to show you how something worked, why it failed, or how Toothless had inspired it.

Sometimes, Toothless would rest nearby, lazily curled up on a bed of furs, purring softly when you ran your fingers across his snout. The dragon’s presence was a comfort to both of you. To him, you were a kindred spirit—gentle, patient, genuine.

But Hiccup... Hiccup began watching you more closely.

At first, it was subtle. You’d catch him glancing up while you were talking, his green eyes lingering a little longer than necessary. Then his gaze would drop to your lips, your hands, the sway of your expression as you talked about home or dragons or life beyond Berk.

One afternoon, after a long explanation about a new gliding saddle he was prototyping, you burst into applause, your eyes sparkling. “You’re brilliant, you know that?”

Hiccup’s breath caught.

No one said that to him. Not like that. Not with sincerity that made his chest ache.

He laughed it off—at least, he tried to. “Brilliant’s a strong word. More like… stubborn with a hammer.”

But you stepped closer, taking the prototype in your hands. “No. You see things others can’t. You think differently, and that’s what makes you special.”

He was silent.

And in that silence, his fingers accidentally brushed yours.

Neither of you moved away.

His hand lingered, the calloused pads of his fingers grazing the side of your knuckle. His gaze dropped to the contact and stayed there. You heard the forge fire crackle behind you. Felt the heat of it on your back—and the warmth of his presence in front of you.

“I… I’m really glad you’re here,” he said quietly.

You looked up, surprised.

“Berk doesn’t get many people like you,” he added, eyes flicking to yours, the barest tremble in his voice. “People who… look at dragons and see friends. Who look at me and don’t just see the Chief.”

You smiled. “I don’t think I’ve ever thought of you as just a chief.”

His throat bobbed as he swallowed.

“You don’t have to be perfect, Hiccup,” you continued. “You can just be you.”

Something broke open in him then—some soft, fragile part that had been locked up for years.

He didn’t say anything else. He only smiled.

But after that, the way he looked at you changed.

Each morning, he seemed to sense your arrival before you reached the door. He started keeping little things aside for you—small trinkets, unfinished carvings of dragons, bits of metal shaped like flowers or stars. He told you they were scraps. You knew better.

You caught him one evening, staring at a new piece he was working on. A delicate pendant shaped like a Night Fury’s wing.

He didn’t offer it to you.

Not yet.

But when you left that night, you felt his eyes on your back.

And when you turned to wave, he was still there—standing in the warm glow of the forge, that same crooked smile on his lips.

And something else in his eyes.

Something that made your heart flutter.

You didn’t know it yet.

But that was the moment Hiccup Haddock truly began to fall in love.

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After that night, something shifted.

It wasn’t just that you visited the forge more often—it was that Hiccup began needing you to. He started watching the door before you even arrived, finding himself distracted, irritable when you were late or didn’t come at all. On the days you couldn’t visit, a part of him wilted.

He never said anything about it. Not directly.

But the next day, he would be quieter. Less focused. He’d burn metal or misalign a gear or forget to feed Toothless. He brushed it off when Gobber commented, but Toothless wasn’t so easily fooled. The dragon’s eyes would flick between him and the door, a quiet rumble forming in his throat when he sensed his rider’s unease.

“She’ll be back,” Hiccup would whisper under his breath. “She always comes back.”

And when you did? The light returned to his eyes as if you’d carried the sun in with you.

He started inventing reasons to keep you close. Small repairs he “needed help with.” Dragon anatomy sketches he wanted your opinion on. Flights that just happened to coincide with your daily errands. He never asked directly for your time, but it was clear—he didn’t want to share it.

He didn’t want to share you.

It started with little things.

One afternoon, you were laughing with Fishlegs in the dragon stables. You’d both been admiring Meatlug’s newly polished armor—Fishlegs was animated, nerdy, and incredibly sweet. You admired his knowledge and patience, and the two of you often shared harmless banter.

Hiccup had come looking for you.

He paused in the doorway, hearing your laughter echo against the stone walls.

His eyes narrowed. Not in anger—yet—but in something like confusion. Curiosity. A tightness in his chest he couldn’t quite name.

You turned and waved. “Hey, Hiccup!”

He smiled back, but it was thinner than usual. Forced.

Fishlegs noticed it too. “We were just talking about Gronkles’ eating habits. Did you know they can digest rocks better than any other dragon?”

“I know,” Hiccup said. Then added, quickly, “Can I borrow you for a moment?”

You blinked. “Sure.”

He didn’t touch your arm, didn’t tug you away. But the look in his eyes was heavy. He didn’t glance at Fishlegs again.

Once you were out of the stables, you smiled up at him. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah,” he said, too fast. Then, “I just… missed you at the forge today.”

“I was helping Gothi gather herbs,” you explained. “She asked for help translating some old runes too.”

“I know,” he murmured, gaze flicking to the side. “I looked for you.”

The words settled between you.

“Oh,” you said softly.

He glanced at you, then quickly looked away. “It’s nothing. I just… I like it better when you’re around. That’s all.”

Your smile was warm. “I like being around you too.”

That should’ve reassured him.

It didn’t.

The next day, you mentioned you’d promised Astrid you’d help her sharpen weapons for the upcoming patrol.

Hiccup nodded. “Of course. That’s great.”

But he lingered longer at the forge that afternoon. Stared at the table even after you left. Toothless whined once and nudged his elbow, prompting him to snap out of it.

“I’m fine,” he muttered.

But he wasn’t.

That evening, Astrid found him on the cliffs with Toothless. He was sketching furiously, wind tousling his hair, eyes red-rimmed from too many hours without rest.

“You okay?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Just thinking,” he mumbled.

“About her?”

His pencil stilled.

“I’m not blind, Hiccup,” Astrid said softly.

He didn’t respond.

“She’s good for you. Just… don’t forget to breathe, alright?”

Hiccup smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Breathing’s never been the problem. It’s what happens when she’s not around that worries me.”

You were becoming his entire world.

And he would do anything to keep you in it.

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At first, Hiccup didn’t let himself think about it.

The possibility that you might one day leave Berk.

But it crept into his mind like a slow-growing rot—subtle, silent, until he could no longer ignore it.

You were a traveler. A wanderer. You didn’t belong to any clan or holdfast. You spoke of distant lands and strange creatures with a wistfulness that tugged at something deep inside him. At first, he’d loved that about you—how your voice lit up when you talked about your adventures, your eyes shining with memories he wasn’t part of.

But then he began to realize: you had a life before Berk. A whole world that didn’t include him.

And what if—after all this—you decided to return to it?

The thought made his stomach twist.

He tried to be logical. You liked it here. You were getting along well with the other villagers. The dragons adored you. And you spent more time with him than anyone else.

But logic didn’t quiet the ache in his chest.

It only made it worse.

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One evening, after the forge had grown quiet and the air outside was painted with the pale gold of sunset, you told him about a storm you once survived at sea.

“It was the worst weather I’d ever seen,” you said, legs curled beneath you on a bench near the fire. “I thought the boat would split in two. But the morning after, the sky was so clear. Like the storm had never even happened.”

Hiccup listened, jaw resting on his hand, eyes fixed on your lips.

You continued, “Part of me misses that—traveling, waking up in a new place each week. Seeing what’s out there. It’s… freeing.”

Something flickered in his expression. His fingers tensed against the edge of the table.

“You miss it?” he asked, voice low.

You nodded absently. “Sometimes. Not as much lately, though. Berk’s grown on me. People are kind. The dragons… well, you know.” You smiled.

He tried to smile back.

But the warmth had drained from his chest, replaced by a cold anxiety that gnawed at his ribs.

You weren’t from here.

And no matter how much he loved seeing you curled up by his forge, laughing with the dragons, brushing soot off your clothes with that little huff you always did—none of it guaranteed you’d stay.

He didn’t sleep well that night.

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The next day, he was quieter. Focused—but not on his work. He kept glancing at you, watching the way you moved through the village, laughing with Astrid or feeding a Terrible Terror with one hand as you scribbled notes with the other.

He started imagining things.

You packing your bag.

You waving goodbye.

You boarding a ship that sailed over the horizon and never returned.

And it terrified him.

He’d lost things before. People. Places. The feeling of being understood.

He couldn’t lose you too.

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That evening, as the village lights dimmed and the dragons nestled into their nightly roosts, Hiccup approached you.

Toothless followed silently behind him, watchful.

“Hey,” Hiccup said, trying to keep his voice steady. “Do you have a moment?”

You looked up from the saddle you’d been adjusting. “Of course.”

He hesitated. Then motioned for you to walk with him.

The two of you wandered past the edge of the village, where the cliffs opened up to the sea and the wind tasted like salt. The sky was deep indigo, scattered with stars. Toothless walked a short distance behind, giving you space.

“I wanted to ask you something,” Hiccup said finally, eyes fixed on the waves below. “Do you… do you think you’ll stay in Berk?”

You blinked. “What?”

“I mean—eventually. Not now, not tomorrow. But long term. Do you think this place could be home?”

You studied him. “That’s a big question.”

“I know.” He ran a hand through his hair. “It’s just… I’ve been thinking. You’re not from here. And people who aren’t from here usually don’t stay. They see the dragons, they marvel at the village, and then they leave.”

You took a step closer, your voice softer. “I’m not planning to leave anytime soon.”

“But that’s not a no.”

He wasn’t accusing. Not quite. But his eyes searched yours like he was trying to read a decision you hadn’t made yet.

“I don’t know what the future holds,” you admitted. “I didn’t expect to come to Berk in the first place. But I’ve grown attached to this place. To the people. To you.”

His breath hitched.

“To me?”

You smiled. “Of course to you. You’ve been nothing but patient and generous. I feel safe with you.”

That should have reassured him.

But it only made him more afraid.

Because even love could be temporary.

Even warmth could fade.

And he didn’t want to live in a world where your voice was just a memory.

“I made something,” he said suddenly.

You looked up. “Oh?”

He reached into his vest and pulled out a pendant—smooth, dark metal shaped into the silhouette of a dragon wing, not unlike Toothless’s.

“It’s Gronkle Iron,” he said, voice hushed. “Lightweight. Stronger than normal iron. I carved the runes myself.”

He didn’t mention that some of those runes were ancient tracking sigils that he got from Gothi by bribing her with Gobber's famous yak noodle soup. It's for protective purposes, he’d tell himself. Not invasive. Not possessive.

He held it out to you. “I thought… maybe it could remind you of here. Of us. In case you ever…”

He trailed off.

You took it gently, touched by the gift. “It’s beautiful.”

He didn’t respond.

Just watched you slip the chain around your neck, the metal glinting faintly in the moonlight.

And in that moment, Hiccup made a quiet vow to himself.

If you ever tried to leave—if the winds of wanderlust called you away—he would find a way to bring you back.

Because you weren’t just someone passing through his life.

You were home.

And he would never let home slip through his fingers again.

[midnight-xx]

Could you write a hiccup x reader and r has a night or light fury? Maybe they meet when they both raid the same dragon trapper fleet?

Yesss ofc I can!!!! Btw reader has a light fury in this one bc I alr wrote a couple where reader has a night fury

INEFFABLE

Pairing: Hiccup x GN!Reader

Timeline: The beginning of HTTYD 3

Synopsis: During a raid, Hiccup finds the possible future of the night fury population and the Haddock bloodline

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Hiccup and Toothless crept through the ship, examining the cages where innocent dragons were held. The rest of their friends were spread out on the ship as not to attract too much attention to their mission.

“What is it, bud?” Hiccup asked as Toothless sniffed the air. The night fury looked over in one direction before creeping over to whatever he smelled.

“Hey, come back!” Hiccup whisper-yelled as he followed after his dragon. Toothless continued on his mission as Hiccup caught up to the night fury.

Hiccup finally saw what Toothless smelled. Weaving among the cages was a person and what looked like a night fury, but white and with a few different features. Toothless looked between Hiccup and the two excitedly, his tongue lolling out of his mouth.

”Is that… another night fury?” Hiccup asked, but then took a closer look. “No, maybe we should call it something else.”

“I call her a light fury,” A voice said from behind him. Hiccup whipped his head around with a quiet yelp to look at the person that snuck up behind him.

They raised an eyebrow. “Are you okay?”

Hiccup’s look of bewilderment changed to one of mild astonishment when he saw them. “O-oh yeah, I’m fine. Perfect, even.”

“If you say so,” the person said. “Anyways, is that a night fury?”

“Yeah, his name is Toothless,” Hiccup replied.

“…why would you name him Toothless? He has tee— oh,” The person cut themself off when they saw the night fury’s teeth retract.

The two riders watched as Toothless and the light fury sniffed each other excitedly and warily, respectively.

“Hiccup? Hiccup!” A few voices called out from not far away, and the aforementioned man recognized them as his friends.

“I’ll see you around, eh?” Hiccup asked as he watched the other person leave.

“Yeah. Maybe.” The person slunk off into the shadows, then suddenly reappeared. “Oh yeah, my name’s (name).”

“(Name)…” Hiccup respected quietly, liking the way it sounded on his tongue.

“Bye,” (Name) said, again, and finally disappeared along with their dragon. Only a second later, the rest of his friends found Hiccup rooted to the spot and staring at the spot where (name) disappeared.

Toothless crooned disappointedly, and Hiccup sighed. “I know, I feel ya bud.”

Hiccup glanced at the spot one last time before climbing onto Toothless’s back and flying away on silent wings with his friends, a warm feeling in his face despite the cool night breeze.

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[libraryraccoon]

Twst Crack Imagine

I have seen a lot of Dragon!Reader that were all half dragon but hey- imagine a REAL dragon coming in Twisted Wonderland ??

Imagine Grim opening the gate and being in front of a dragon, like Toothless that can destroy him without even trying.

Imagine Crowley and the Housewardens confusion when they see that, or the others students-

"I don't remember taking something that morning..." -literally everyone cause there no way a real dragon is here.

Malleus seeing another dragon and being like "finally someone like me !" And just being the happiest dragon ever and the Reader is just happy that someone else speak their language (dragon language).

Imagine during the overblots-

Housewardens (-Kalim, +Jamil) *start to overblot*

Dragon/Toothless!Reader : *attack them with the deadliest thing Crowley have ever seen and not killing the overblotters by all the Universe luck.*

Don't mess with the dragon-

Reader will be more fear than Malleus because they are a dragon incapable of understanding humans.

You know how humans used to kill dragons (well, in HTTYD) ? Imagine a Dragon!Toothless!Reader trying to kill all the humans at the ceremony because they think that the humans will kill them.

Dragon!Reader in the ceremony outfit. Just that.

No because imagine how pissed Grim will be when he saw that a dragon, that can't understand humand language, have the ceremony dress, was choose by the Dark Mirror, but not him ??

Chaos. I call it, chaos.

Chaos will be all this school will know after the Dragon!Reader have come. Will the NRC survive ? Probably not.

Yeah, it was just a small idea like that- (I watched How To Train Your Dragon and now I can only think of that-)

[delusionalwritingsofagay]

Omega verse hiccup x nesting omega male reader. Coming home from a flight to find his bf nesting 🙏

Berk's Cozy Nest

Pairing : Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III x Male omega reader Fandom: How to train your dragon Tags :Established Relationship, omega verse, nesting, fluff word count: 772

The wind whipped past Hiccup’s face, a familiar embrace as Toothless soared through the crisp, late afternoon air. Berk was a patchwork quilt of greens and browns below, smoke curling lazily from chimneys, a testament to the bustling life he was so fiercely determined to protect. He'd been charting new territories again, pushing the boundaries of their maps, always driven by that explorer’s itch that gnawed at him.

“Alright, bud, time to head home,” Hiccup murmured, patting Toothless’s head. The dragon crooned in response, banking into a sharp turn that sent a thrill through Hiccup. He loved this, this feeling of freedom, of discovery. But there was a pull even stronger than adventure – the thought of returning to Berk, to his friends, to his Y/N.

Landing gracefully in front of their house, Hiccup dismounted, grinning at the sight of the familiar, albeit slightly haphazard, structure.

He pushed the door open, expecting the usual boisterous greeting, maybe the crackle of the fire, and the scent of whatever experimental dish Y/N was attempting to create. But silence met him. A strange, unsettling silence.

“Y/N?” Hiccup called out. “I’m back!”

Still nothing.

A flicker of worry tightened his chest. Y/N was rarely quiet. Usually, he was a whirlwind of energy, tinkering with things, sketching designs, or just chattering away about the latest gossip from the village.

“Y/N!” This time his voice was sharper, laced with concern.

Then he saw it.

Tucked away in the corner of the living room, hidden partially behind a screen adorned with Y/N’s intricate carvings, was a nest.

Hiccup froze. He’d heard whispers, of course, snippets of conversations amongst the village women, tales passed down through generations about Omegas and their…nesting instincts. He knew Y/N was an Omega, of course. They had dated long enough. But Y/N had never presented like this, not even close. The nesting instinct has never been a thing for him. He had never made a nest before.

It was a jumble of blankets, pillows, soft furs, and… oddly enough, some of Y/N’s favorite worn tunics. There were also a few of Hiccup’s own belongings scattered about – a tunic he’d lost weeks ago,

And nestled right in the middle of it all, curled up like a contented dragon hatchling, was Y/N.

Hiccup’s worry instantly evaporated, replaced by a wave of… well, something akin to awe. And a healthy dose of amusement.

Y/N was fast asleep, his face buried in the soft folds of a blanket. His hair was a mess, escaping from the loose braid he usually wore. And around him, the nest radiated a sense of…peace. A quiet, safe haven carved out from the bustling world of Berk.

He carefully approached the nest, his footsteps soft on the wooden floor. He knelt beside it, studying Y/N’s sleeping form.

He reached out a hand, gently brushing a strand of hair away from Y/N’s forehead. Y/N stirred slightly, nuzzling deeper into the blankets.

Hiccup smiled. Gods, he loved this man. Every quirky, brilliant, exasperating thing about him.

He knew he should probably wake him, ask him if he was alright. But the sight of Y/N so peaceful, so safe in his little nest… it was too tempting.

Instead, Hiccup did the only thing that felt right.

He kicked off his boot, unbuckled his prosthetic leg (setting it carefully aside), and crawled into the nest beside Y/N.

The blankets were warm and soft, smelling faintly of Y/N’s familiar scent – a mix of woodsmoke, metal, and something uniquely him. He carefully arranged himself so he wasn’t putting too much weight on Y/N, then wrapped an arm around his shoulders.

Y/N sighed contentedly and snuggled closer, his head resting against Hiccup’s chest.

“Hiccup?” he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep.

“Hey,” Hiccup whispered, pressing a kiss to his hair. “It’s me.”

“Mmm,” Y/N murmured, his grip tightening on Hiccup’s tunic. “Missed you.”

“Missed you too,” Hiccup said, his voice laced with affection. He closed his eyes, listening to the steady rhythm of Y/N’s breathing.

Y/N leaned up and leaned closer for a kiss. Their lips met in a soft, tender kiss.As they kissed, Hiccup felt a wave of warmth wash over him.

Breaking the kiss, Hiccup nuzzled his nose against Y/N's cheek. "So," he said, his voice low and intimate. "What do you say we spend the rest of the evening right here? Just the two of us, in your cozy little nest?"

Y/N's smile widened. "That sounds perfect," he replied, snuggling closer to Hiccup's warmth.

[knight-hiccup]

𝐌𝐀𝐄𝐋𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝟏 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 |

𝐇𝐢𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩 𝐇𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝘅 𝗳𝗲𝗺!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

𝐤𝐞𝐲

☁︎ 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, ♡ 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, ⏾ 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭, ✦ 𝐠0𝐫𝐞, ✔ 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞, ✎ 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, ⋆ 𝐰𝐢𝐩

Summary: After a deadly tempest rage against Berk, a maelstrom in the sea claims your parents—Where you were then eventually passed into the gruff, tender care of Gobber as his adopted niece. Help raising you beneath the clang of his forge alongside his own godson, Hiccup, a boy destined to defy the world. Hiccup and you stand through many hardships as childhood friends, and awkward occasions as two misfits against the world—a fierce baker of breads and a dreamer craving Viking glory.

updated 5.24.2025 -> Progress | Plans 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝟏 𝐨𝐟 𝐌𝐀𝐄𝐋𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐌 ↴ COMPLETE★✔ ↳ 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | Main theme | 𝐒𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆 <-(spoilers) ↳ 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ━━━ ✔ <-(spoilers)

↳ 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 ━━━ ✔⏾

↳ 𝐢 | 𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐊 ━━━ ✔☁︎

↳ 𝐢𝐢 | 𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐘 ━━━ ✔☁︎

↳ 𝐢𝐢𝐢 | 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 & 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 ━━━ ✔☁︎

↳ 𝐢𝐯 | 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 ━━━ ✔⏾ ☁︎

↳ 𝐯 | 𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐂𝐔𝐏 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐈𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 ━━━ ✔⏾ ☁︎

↳ 𝐯𝐢 | 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃𝐒 ━━━ ✔☁︎

↳ 𝐯𝐢𝐢 | 𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐂𝐔𝐏 𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐍 ━━━ ✔⏾ ☁︎

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↳ 𝐢𝐱 | 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐔𝐌𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐑 ━━━ ✔⏾ ☁︎

↳ 𝐱 | 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 ━━━ ✔⏾ ☁︎

↳ 𝐱𝐢 | 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 ━━━ ✔⏾✦ ☁︎

↳ 𝐱𝐢𝐢 | 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐒 (𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏) ━━━ ✔⏾✦ ☁︎

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[finelinevogue]

always find you

summary - you have been kidnapped but hiccup will always find you

pairing - hiccup x girlfriend!reader

word count - +1.5k

“I won’t ask again.”

Drago Bludvist paced in front of you in the dark and damp dungeon.

Your arms were suspended from the roof, coiled tightly in heavy chains, which meant your toes barley touched the floor and it was draining trying to keep yourself up.

You were so tired.

So tired and ready for this all to be over.

You had been taken - kidnapped - by Drago and his men over a week ago. Snatched right under the noses of your fellow Berkians and even your own dragon; Arrow. Drago wanted you for information on where Chief Hiccup was rescuing and keeping the dragons, so he could invade and become their leader.

You would never give up that information willingly, so here you were instead.

Getting beaten every day as if you were going to give up after going for this long.

The rate this was going though, you wouldn’t be going for much longer anyways.

Drago nodded to one of his men who handed him a whip. “Let’s try this again shall we?”

Your head dropped.

You tried to go to a happier place. One where your boyfriend was holding your hand, perhaps in the comfort of your home or even in front of the waterfall you had found together that one night.

You tried to smile, but it was hard to knowing that you’d never see Hiccup again. Never hold his hand again. You were alone here, because there was no way out.

Drago beat the whip onto the ground and you flinched so the chains rattled above you.

He just laughed to himself, getting off on the power he currently had over you.

“I’m not asking this time.”

•🌟•

“Hiccup we’ve already searched here.” Snotlout complained.

Hiccup didn’t listen. He was so far from caring what anyone else had to say. He would overturn every damn rock on this side of the sun and the next until he found you.

Toothless sniffed around as Hiccup decided which trail to take next. Your dragon, Arrow, was helping Toothless.

“Hiccup, he’s right. We’ve been to this island twice before.” Astrid tried to reason with her Chief.

“Siding with Snotlout, really Astrid?” Hiccup scoffed.

“Listen I know how much Y/N means to you…”

“No you don’t, because if you did then you wouldn’t give a second thought as to whether we’ve been here twice or even fifty times over. You’d keep returning to anywhere and everywhere until you found her.” Hiccup shouted to them all, instantly regretting raising his voice. He was never normally like this, but where you were concerned he was never rational.

“Hiccup’s right.” Snotloud said, which is something no-one ever thought would be said.

“Yeah.” Fishlegs nodded.

“Y/N wouldn’t stop looking for us.” Astrid added and Hiccup had to swallow back the emotion that came from those words.

“And neither will we.”

•🌟•

They’re not coming.

That was the last thought on your mind every day. The end of another day was a sign that you should start making your peace with never leaving here and maybe not even making it to live another week.

Your face hurt from the slaps that Drago had issued today, but not as much as the rest of your body hurt.

There were open wounds on your back from the whip where it had torn right through your clothes. There were bruises of all shapes and sizes forming on your stomach and chest. Your toes were so cold and dirty from being exposed for so long. The worst was the ache in your arms from being suspended for so long and the cuts in your wrists from the cuffs.

The dungeon door opened then.

Drago walked in and your immediate reaction, no matter how much you didn’t want it to be, was pure fear.

He acted as terrifying as he looked.

“Your friends missed you again. That’s twice they’ve come here now.” He chuckled deeply. “Clearly they aren’t looking too hard for you.”

Your eyes started to water and your heart pounded against your chest.

It was heartbreaking to hear that they were so close to you and yet you’d forever be so far from them.

“You’ll be here forever and they’ll eventually move on.” He taunted you, circling you.

You shook your head.

You refused to believe it.

“Hiccup will even move on. Perhaps even make Astrid his bride.”

The tears fell at that.

Drago knew Hiccup was your weak spot. Damn him.

“Sleep well, because tomorrow might well be your last.” And with that he left your cell, leaving you in the dark with your depressing thoughts once again.

He wouldn’t ever break you no matter how hard he tried though.

You would remain strong for the whole of Berk, but more importantly for Hiccup.

“I’m sorry, Hiccup.” You whispered to the dark.

•🌟•

“What is it bud?”

Toothless ignored Hiccup and sniffed around as his ears twitched rapidly.

The others started speaking up to try and figure it out but Hiccup shushed them quickly, letting Toothless do his thing. Arrow then must have picked up on what Toothless had, because the next thing they knew your dragon went into stealth mode and veered off path into the dense forest.

Toothless motioned for Hiccup to follow, so he did.

Hiccup took out his knife and prepared himself for anything.

The forest was so thick it was hard to see ten metres ahead of them, but thanks to the team of them they were able to cover more ground and each others backs.

“Hiccup… We may have to prepare for the reality that Y/N…”

“Is alive.” Hiccup interrupted Astrid from her real possibility to remain in his fantasy, “I would feel it otherwise.”

“Okay.” Astrid believed him.

And so they continued.

•🌟•

You woke to the sound of men shouting and dragon’s snarling.

The room was so dark you couldn’t tell whether it was the same day or not, but you couldn’t have slept for very long because you still felt the wounds on your back drip with blood.

The shouting grew louder and men screamed in fear.

Your fists clenched as you prepared for the worst, your feet scrambling for a proper footing on the floor.

Your heartbeat was so loud that you were sure it could be heard within the four walls of this dungeon. You anticipated the worst as the screams sounded like they’d reached your door.

The door didn’t open with a key, but instead swung completely off its hinges and slammed down onto the floor in front of you.

You expected Drago to enter to get rid of you.

You certainly didn’t expect to see Hiccup there.

Wait..

“No. No you’re not real.” You sobbed as you saw Hiccup waste no time in entering the dungeon. He lifted his iron mask and threw it onto the floor like he couldn’t care less about it.

“Y/N..”

“You can’t be real. I thought…”

Hiccup was right in front of you now and he cupped your cheeks to prove that he was right there with you.

Tears were running down his cheeks as much as they were yours.

“I’m here.” He croaked.

He got to work instantly. He snapped the chains from the ceiling, but before you could fall to the floor you felt Toothless brace your fall and help stand you up.

The touch of Toothless’ scales felt surreal.

You cried as you came to terms with the fact that Toothless and Hiccup were here.

“I’m here.” He repeated, pulling you in for the tightest hug you could imagine. It was better than any dream you’ve had for the last week.

“I..I can’t…” You choked on your sobs, not being able to catch your breath.

“Yes you can.”

Hiccup used one of his hands to push your face into his neck for you to find refuge. His scent was overwhelming. It grounded you to the point where your knees went weak, but luckily Toothless was still there.

You couldn’t grip him too tight because your arms were completely numb from any feeling, but the feeling of him completely wrapped around you was plenty.

“We’re here. I’ve got you.” Hiccup repeated over and over as your sobs continued.

“Hiccup.” You cried tiredly.

“I’m right here.” He squeezed you. “Right here.”

“Don’t let go.”

“I won’t, but we need to get out of here, okay? Do you trust me?”

“Always.” You nodded from the safety of his neck.

“Okay. Toothless, a little help bud.”

•🌟•

You woke up in your house.

Your eyes adjusted slowly, but you did note that it was nighttime due to the fires being lit. Arrow was nestled next to the fire with Toothless soundly sleeping.

You tilted your head to the side and saw Hiccup sitting at the end of the bed with his arms knelt on his knees.

“Hic…” Your throat was dry so you couldn’t get out much more.

His head whipped around to face you and you tried your best to smile as his face shone from seeing you awake.

“Y/N, love.” He rounded the bed to your side and sat next to you.

His hands cupped your face softly.

Your tears fell from how tender your skin felt beneath his hands and how foreign a gentle touch now felt.

Hiccup was your home and you were glad to be with him again.

“Welcome home.” He leant down to kiss your forehead.

“Thank you, for everything.”

[oncewhenalongtimeago]

would love to request a "friends to lovers" story between Hiccup and the reader.

They could have been friends since childhood, but I’m not sure what you think about the idea where, as they grow up, it becomes completely normal for them to hold hands or even share more intimate moments, like a kiss. (Don’t let it show how much I love this dynamic).

I’d love to see how you would develop this story (only if you feel like it, of course). I seriously ADORE your writing! Blessings and kisses, MUAK! ❤💗

One of These Days

Pairing: Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III x Fem!Reader

Words: 3,740

You didn’t know when it started; maybe it had been when he’d smiled at you for the first time, or he’d held your hand, or leaned his head over yours. 

Tags:  httyd 1, httyd 2, friends to lovers

It was growing darker outside. 

Frigid air licked at the frame of your back, slithering and scraping past cracks in the walls and shutters. It tasted just as cool as it smelt.

You didn’t know when it started, nor were you sure how to feel about it, what with that odd thing sitting between the two of you. You could tell he expected something, what with the way he often shuffled closer than was necessary and fumbled over his own words in an effort to impress.

“Pass me the hammer?” He asked you without looking, lanky shoulders square, hands pressed against parchment, fingers sliding absentmindedly over scrawled-out charcoal and past thick-handled tools.

You snuffled, blinking from where you sat just beside him.

It was just to the right of you on one slightly uneven workbench, closer to the forge’s main window than away. You grabbed at it with slightly wobbly fingers, grimacing as it nearly fell from your hands.

At twelve winters, you still had some time left before you’d really be expected to bloody your hands, and by bloody your hands, you meant to be able to take down a full-grown dragon on your own.’ Of course, most children by now had done their fair share of slaughtering, both animals and otherwise, but none had been able to make it during a raid without help. While you hadn’t done any of it, putting you sorely behind, you were still fine.

For Hiccup, son of Stoick the Vast, feared dragon-killer, the deadlines were a little bit tighter.

You placed the hammer firmly, determinedly into Hiccup’s open palm, the tips of your fingers dragging against slightly sweaty skin.

Gobber had been generous enough to let you in. He didn’t often or ever stop the two of you from doing things. Even still, this was the first time you’d been invited into the forge, and he hadn’t said anything.

Hiccup had also been generous enough to invite you in. You hadn’t quite recognized the invitation for what it was, nor did you think Hiccup did, either. Really, the experience was proving to be rather close. It was the first time you’d ever seen him so enraptured in his work, though, to be fair, you hadn’t known him for long. He’d hardly talked about it.

You doubted he’d told anyone else- it was going to be a larger machine. He definitely didn’t have everything he needed to make it. Not the wood, which would make up a frame large enough to swarf half your body, or all the metals and ores he’d need to make all the levers and rods.

He wasn’t wearing any fur coat, just an apron and his green tunic. He scribbled notes down like the world might be swallowed if he didn’t. You could tell he’d never done that before- made such detailed instructions, thought up such an elaborate contraction.

You liked him happy. You’d seen him frustrated and you thought that was alright too, puzzling over his own work, tongue peeking out slightly from between two teeth, not comically. It was more a subtle, awkward thing.

With his back to you, he worked with a dedicated, single-minded focus, almost tireless. He worked from the moment he sat down to the moment he finished his task with a passion usually only meant for the battlefield, spotted in the eyes of the hungry past floating ashes and spraying gore. It was a passion that said that nothing had ever come natural to him.

He taught himself how to try.

You thought that he must be daring, more than any Viking warrior.

Maybe he wasn’t yet a man, but you could see the shadow of the man he would be-mature, confident, skilled, focused. The way he worked in the forge- his need to shoot down a dragon paled in comparison.

You wondered if anyone else would ever get to see him the way you did, red-and-orange firelight warming his cheeks.

He caught you looking and he smiled, something almost half-toothless and completely crooked, revealing brown-auburn hair made to glow in the light of the fires, spotted gaps in rows of teeth, freckles dusting over a nose’s bridge like speckles on bird’s feathers.

He spoke almost hesitantly, confusedly, as if he’d just realized he’d forgotten to respond, and hadn’t realized it was that important, or that you would have been expecting it, though that didn’t matter to you, because he’d hardly needed to, “Thanks.”

Even unsure, he was much more at home here than out in the open world.

You felt your head perk, shoulders dropping as a soft, gawky thing curled and writhed bashfully in your stomach, not unlike the way a worm reveled in soft, blooming dirt.

Wow.

It hadn’t occurred to you that during all of a fortnight, you hadn’t seen him smile. Now that you’d seen it, you weren’t sure how you’d ever lived without it. 

You thought you could feel the heat radiating from his body as you shuffled closer to him, your fingers curling around his bicep, slightly damp through thick cloth. Your legs were nearly brushing then, leather smock teasing against cloth trouser as you pondered what it might feel like to be handed back soft, honeyed flowers by those very same sooted hands.

You shifted, the grass beneath you wet, dew clinging to the sides of your skirt like a few shiny glass beads. You felt the warm sun against your face, tickling against small hairs and soft skin. Your journal was to your front, scratched up leather cover pressed to your hands, a charcoal stick laying abandoned across empty parchment.

Nearby was a trickling stream, water weaving past water, spraying hollowly against rocks and moss- you could have likened it to yourself and the feeling in your soul, knotting up your chest and mixing up all kinds of squishy insides.

The last you’d seen, Hiccup had been walking. Now, he was nearly falling over himself, legs jerking as his saddle’s straps and reins restricted the movement of his ankles. His shouts echoed around the whole cove, sound bouncing off cold, stone-basin walls.

His dragon slunk off in the distance, still apprehensive and avoidant. It hadn’t quite gotten used to you yet, which was fine, because you were alright with keeping your distance.

Even after you’d had your hand on its slightly-sticky snout, whenever you saw it, you thought of wide, razor-sharp maws and torsos torn from small bodies. A dragon was always going to be a dragon and they were very much deadly creatures- his reassurances of the fact that the Night Fury was just as harmless as any man did you no favors. After all, the only creatures as deadly as a dragon were, in fact, bears… and men. It made you nervous.

It had large, slitted serpent’s eyes, though its scales were flatter and its skin more leathery than warted or slimy as you’d expected from such a fearsome beast. Its face was oddly symmetrical and squat in an abhorrently off-putting way, its horns or fins or whatever else that came sproutings from its skull sort of floppy and bashful and sort of too-big and not-grown-into-yet, just like it’s bulky, soft-looking paws, sort of like Hiccup.

“T-Toothless!” Hiccup practically yowled, distressed and scolding as he fell over, face-planting into dirt and short grass, half helped-along by the wet nose of his dragon. The difference- you felt almost enraptured by it.

He was awful and very often sort of standoffish and sarcastic though not often crude. He was picky and sort of insensitive and he often trampled over boundaries like he was dancing hand-in-hand with trouble, except he didn’t know how to dance, and the hall’s fires hadn’t been lit in a while- not for a celebration, at the very least. 

In that moment, though, you remembered the way it felt to have his folded knuckle digging slightly into your shoulders as he nudged against you distractedly,  just out of view behind the wooden barricade as he was scolded by Gobber. There was something about it that you thought might be either meaningful or accidental that turned over something in your stomach, most particularly because -and not in spite of- the fact that it had come from such a scrawny, lanky, often very, very clumsy-footed boy. 

The way he’d seemed, looking off reminded you of his father a little bit. You saw it, really- all the good and awful parts of the Chief that he’d most definitely inherited, even when most others couldn’t see it. You were scared of it somewhat; of how confident it made him, how distracted and sort of brave-like he could be, even if it only ever ended up making things work for the worst.

Past all your yearning, aching, wanting, and needing-to-have-ings, it scared you just as much as you thought you could watch forever. Did he ever feel the same way about you?

You hadn’t noticed as Hiccup had untangled himself from his trappings. He must have though, and quickly, as during the time you’d spent thinking, he’d walked up close enough to you to cast a long shadow over your face, pulling you out of your own reverie. 

You blinked aimlessly as he settled down next to you. You spoke hesitantly, “So, uhm, how did the saddle…?”

“He didn’t let me put it on.” Hiccup grumbled petulantly. While nothing more or less than sort of scrawny, with the way you were slumping and the way he was sitting with his back straight, he looked sort of tall. It did nothing to erase the pout from his face or the nasal from his voice.

You started, squeaking as his dragon -for the dragon was most definitely his, now- stepped out from the shadows, melded to its back like a fresh set of armor as it stalked its way around the clearing, eternally predatory. 

Hiccup seemed to relax some as you leaned against him, sort of using his shoulder as a shield, scooting behind it as the Night Fury grew closer. You felt particularly offended, even as he let you drape his arm over your middle, leaving his hand dangling awkwardly in the air. Protect me!

“Wow. What did I do?” Hiccup asked, half-smiling, shifting where he sat, unintentionally pressing your shoulder into slightly jagged rock as he got comfortable.

Sometimes you caught him looking, eyes agonizingly blank though the rest of his expression looked to be somewhat soft, the corners of his mouth pressing into a sweeter-looking half-smile. 

You grumbled incomprehensibly as you felt yourself once again eclipsed by shadow, much bigger this time. 

You leaned harder against his shoulder, one hand coming to tangle in his sleeve. You eyed it apprehensively, feeling thin twine catch against the place nail met skin. He didn’t get it.

“Don’t leave me behind.” You said suddenly, abruptly. “Ever.”

Hiccup rubbed the back of his head with his free hand, freckles and thin fingers easily losing themselves under the mop of your hair.

“I-ah, yeah, okay.” Hiccup said, brows crinkled, slight confusion evident in his voice, though it didn’t seem any less calm or comfortable for it. He especially didn’t seem to mind as you clung closer to him, something in his face glowing a blotchy, raw pink. “Alright.”

You were in danger. Really, if enjoyment was all he could bother to feel for your predicament, then you took back all of your praises.

You scoffed miffed-ly at a brown, quirked, knowing brow. The devil- He was such a boy. 

It didn’t matter what configuration of the face you had or your height or size of hair color. That wasn’t what he thought of when he thought of you, at least not at first. 

He looked back at you, sitting in the grass, leaning behind him and he couldn’t help but to think about how pretty your smile was, the way the sun lay over the side of your face and made you look as if you were glowing. Something in his neck twinged as he did, probably sprung or pulled earlier while he was trying to wrestle the saddle onto Toothless.

You were smart- a lot smarter than him on a lot of fronts, though he was pretty ingenious on his own, something anyone, even you, was hard-pressed to match.

Now, he realized, you were just as squirrely as you were cynical.

He’d never really thought of you as someone that needed shielding. You were just as capable and incapable as him in equal measure… mostly. But  in that moment, the realization came to him that maybe you… wanted to be?

He looked at you as you muttered something foul under your breath, feeling the same way he did trying to figure out a puzzle and the same way he felt piecing axles, barrels, ropes and wheels together to make up something interesting.

There really wasn’t much else to it, was there?

Really, if that was what you wanted, Hiccup was anyone but the right man for the job, but, well, if you wanted him… Hiccup winced as you dug your nails into his arm, leaving what was probably a deep set of crescent-shaped imprints in his arm, even through his tunic.

Yeah, he still wasn’t sure how to feel about it.

“It’s cold,” You mumbled absentmindedly, eyes shutting some as a breeze brushed over your cheeks and past your ears. 

You were right. It was chilly, of course, so high up in the watchtower. It was only your second time up there.

“Yeah…” Hiccup said, leaning closer to the fire.

The two of you bumped shoulders, using a spare piece of kindling like a chair. Your ankles were hooked together, tied like a knot in a rope. The sides of your legs were so closely pressed together that they were nearly flush, despite the fact that no one else was there besides the two of you, everyone else having long since packed up their things and left. He wasn’t sure what they’d talked about. He couldn’t remember.

Hiccup kept his eyes exactly where he shouldn’t, watching you.

Your eyes were half-lidded. You leaned over your knees more than not as you turned over a small, split spit, a chunk of lamb speared over one end, his fur coat draped over your shoulders, one hand clutching at the opposite, empty sleeve. You looked very pretty like that, contented.

“They’ve got to add some walls up here, you know,” You said, your head tilting upwards as you examined a particularly soft bit of meat, thumb sliding up your skewer as you tilted it slightly downwards. 

Wow. Hiccup’s eyes were half-lidded, even as he poked at the fires with a stick, nudging the ends of charred logs closer to the fire half-heartedly.

He could hold you by the waist and sway with you and touch your foreheads together and you could play-wrestle and fight in the grass but he couldn’t kiss you and tug his hands through your hair unless he was braiding it and it was driving him crazy. He didn’t want to or have to but now that he knew he could, he thought about it pretty often. He was a teenage boy and you were a teenage girl and he’d always been curious, so of course he’d considered it.

He needed to. He had for years with all the force of a child who’d just learned how to dream. It was- It was… The feeling was surprisingly moral, but no less impassioned.

“One of these days…” HIccup mumbled distractedly. 

One of these days. He thought that every morning, now.

Hiccup blinked, the two of you standing in front of each other, curling your fingers around each other, with your fingers still relaxed. It was comfortable, warm… easy. He turned it over in his head, again and again. 

The cheering of the arena was nearly deafening to his back, the sound of metal weapons crashing against cage bars grating to his ears. They wanted him, blood, the Nightmare… Astrid was waiting behind you, eyes burning holes into him with all the conflicted feelings of a lost warrior. Even past all that, it wasn’t hard, he found, to focus on you; the lines of your face, the soft and hard curves, each and every blemish and soft patch of skin.

Huh. He thought.

He leaned forward and pressed his face against your bowed head, your forehead touching his shoulder dully past thick brown furs. He felt the split of your hairline against the tip of his nose. His eyes were closed tightly shut.

He reveled in the feeling for the moment, taking in the way your hair felt against his cheeks and the way the leftover grasses and burnt wood and juniper left a scent that laid thick over your scalp, both dusty and spiced, a lot like pine.

Ultimately, he was doing this for Toothless, but now, today, he thought that he might be doing it a little for you, too.

The whistling of Toothless' -no, the Fury’s- wings nearly stunned him, loud enough to make it more difficult to think.

Hiccup nearly choked on wind as he gripped onto the handles he’d built into Toothless’ saddle. For a moment, he thought they wouldn’t hold. After all, one small strap of leather was nearly nothing against the full force of the Gods’ cursed offspring.

They had never gone this fast before, his body felt hollow, both as if he was being nailed to the back of his dragon and as if he might just float off at any moment. The feeling It made him cautious just as much as he was focused.

Even past all of that, the space to his back felt abhorrently empty, and not just because of the way they pierced through the sky. Your tears staining the back of his shirt as he and Toothless dived and shot… He wasn’t sure he’d ever seen you cry before. He still hadn’t- it was silent for the most part, and he’d just felt it, really. If he ever had, it hadn’t been like this.

He couldn’t bring you up with him. He couldn’t. Just as he’d almost died in the ring, you had too.

It wasn’t merely a roar, more of a phenomenon, something that shook even the air around him. It was all-consuming and nearly inescapable. The Queen had followed.

Hiccup furrowed his brows and kept urging his dragon upwards.

Rain beat heavily against the roof of the Chief’s hut, making the world around you feel even more cold, weak and hollow. Thunder roared violently outside as the storm raged on.

“Hiccup,” You choked on air and spit and half a sob as you stared down at a sickly, freckled face, sweat running down both too-pale and blotchy red cheeks, staining his shirt dark. Freshly-changed bandages bled a deep crimson, changing with the color of hot blood and foul puss as his knees, one foot-less and the other not, jerked reflexively against the sheets of his blanket.

He’d been consistently out between long bouts of delirium and fever, his eyes rolling beneath his lids, just barely visible under the flickering light of a single, dying candle, twitching viciously. You clutched at Hiccup’s slick palm with both hands as he fitfully fought his way past conscious dreams.

You’d stayed- you’d stayed all night and day.

If dedication had ever really meant anything, if worship and hope and work had ever really meant a damn, if the Gods had ever been real and if their decree had ever meant anything, you hoped your will reached the heavens.

“Lass,” The Chief rumbled deeply from behind you, his heavy weight causing old floorboards to creak deeply as he shifted. 

You didn’t even have the energy to shake off the nearly unbearable heat of his father’s palm on your shoulder as you cried yourself nearly sick with tears and snot and spit gathering at every orifice. It was an ugly cry, an undignified, ungainly one, followed with all your fears and hopes and despairs.

You had your own injuries to tend to, yet you felt as if you couldn’t, not in that moment, not even if it meant that you’d have to be fighting off your own pains and fevers later, if you hadn’t already fallen under their grasp. The only thing you could do was watch and feel a need for Hiccup to be okay so deep it rendered you helpless. Ultimately, though, you knew his recovery had nothing to do with you.  

Hiccup’s dragon had left to cauterwal outside, to wail and wreak havoc and feast on the latest fisherman’s catch. He seemed less worried than you and the Chief but more worried than everyone else, and rightly so.

Suddenly, you started.

With a voice both intensely raspy and wet, Hiccup mumbled your name. It hadn’t been anything special, more a simple expression of his recognition, yet you sniveled as Hiccup clutched back at your hand, his grip weak compared to yours, his eyes dull with the force of his fever. For a very long moment, he held it.

“Hiccup.” You tried again.

The Chief’s hand tightened over your shoulder, squeezing already stiff and sore muscles.

The last time you’d seen his eyes, he’d been staring you in the face, mouth opening and closing pointedly and yet no words had come out. He’d dropped you then, right before rushing up into the sky on Toothless’ back.

Parts of you had been pinned by the rubble after and you had nearly been left behind. You could barely think past the pain, yet you still remembered how it felt to be left on the ground, hands clutched to your chest, mind completely fogged with pain and fear, hoping and hoping and hoping, cringing and in pain as the sky flashed. The terrifying outline of the dragon queen in the sky, smoke and fog larger than life, everyone certain Hiccup was going to die, himself most certainly… It seared a painful picture into your mind.

Part of you had been in danger, then. You weren’t anymore. Now, you really loved Hiccup Haddock, and you needed him to be okay.

He hoped you were safe. He didn’t know what he would do otherwise.

He couldn’t ever let you go. Never. Not until- Not unless he died, even if it hurt and his forehead felt weighted with the pressure of all the world’s fires.

[sweetlittleblackrose]

Been rewatching HTTYD and I just realized that art is a skill that is made better through repetition (hold on, I'm not done), so for Toothless to go from this

To this

Means that he has been practicing!!

I don't think there are any short films of Toothless drawing but I neeeeeeeed them 😭

[unoislazy]

The Outsider

Part 2

(Hiccup x Reader)

A/n: back for my once a millennium update. School sucks, I hate America, have fun reading

You stare at the man standing in the doorway with a large dragon standing calmly behind him. Instinctively, you push away and try to find some place to hide, worried that the creature you believe to be a bloodthirsty feral beast will want to attack you… despite it not attacking anyone else around you.

“Hey, woah, it’s okay he won’t hurt you.” The man said, placing his hands up in an almost surrendering manner as he spoke in a gentle tone.

“Who are you? Where am I?” You asked, hiding behind nothing more than a chair as if that would do you any good against a fire breathing lizard.

“I’m Hiccup, Hiccup Haddock and this is Berk.” He explained, not making any moves towards you to not freak you out any further. He continued, “You were found stranded on the beach, You’ve been out for three days.” He added before you had a moment to ask.

You look at him as the words settle into your mind.

Three days?

That’s not possible, you couldn’t have been out for that long. The last thing you remember was… well, you couldn’t remember. Maybe it was possible.

“And… the dragons?” You asked, still hidden behind your safety chair as you stare at the black scaley creature that has its bright green eyes trained on you. His squared pupils looked over what he could see if you as he tilted his head, his leathery ears flopping a bit to one side as he stared back at you.

“Here on Berk, everyone has one… well unless you’re Mildew…” He muttered before continuing on, “They’re our friends.” Hiccup, as you now learned, explained to you as he placed a hand on the dragon that stayed put beside him. Instead of showing any signs of aggression, the dragon seemed to lean into the man’s touch and let out a warm bellowing growl of sorts.

“Toothless won’t hurt you.” He said as he looked back at you. You stayed put behind your chair for a moment longer as you watched the big beast. He didn’t show the usual signs of aggression that his species often showed, but how could you place your trust in them?

“How can you be so sure?” You asked, your words drowning in skepticism.

“Let me show you.” Hiccup said, reaching out his hand towards you as he looked down at you. You didn’t know why but there was a certain warmth this man held. You felt a sudden wave of comfortability wash over you as you looked towards his eyes and saw nothing but genuine kindness. It almost frightened you to some extent. But nevertheless you took his hand and he pulled you up, at your own pace, out from behind the chair and towards Toothless.

You felt as if you were walking into a death trap but what other choice did you have? You were in a house on a cliff on an island you weren’t familiar with so this might as well happen.

As hiccup pulled your hand closer to Toothless, you couldn’t help but look away. You braced for the feeling of your hand being bitten clean off, or your body being erupted into flames like your people had taught you to believe for many years, especially about a night fury.

However, instead of the horrible pain of a fiery death, all that you felt was the cool feeling of rough scales underneath your fingertips. You looked back towards the dragon with shock, and lo and behold to your amazement, you put your hand placed firmly on the dragon's head. Hiccup had let go of your hand by this point which you hadn’t noticed as you watched Toothless back his head away and stare at you, this time you could swear he was smiling at you.

You put your hand down as you looked at the confusing creature before you. Perhaps everything you thought you knew was wrong? This was only one dragon, you can’t be certain about the rest.

“See? Not bad right?” Hiccup asked in a light hearted tone as he gestured quite enthusiastically towards the dragon who pushed himself into him. Hiccup turned back to the dragon as he laughed and began to give him attention. It didn’t take a genius to realize that they clearly had a strong friendship, stronger than you ever could’ve deemed possible with a dragon. And yet, here they were.

“And… there are more of you out there?” You asked, still not being able to believe that there were people willing to make peace with such a species, but hiccup nodded with an ever enthusiastic smile.

“Once you gain a dragon's trust, there’s nothing they won’t do for you.” He informed as he looked at you, then remembered that you were up here for a reason.

“So… how are you feeling?” He asked as he now turned his whole body towards you, his eyes suddenly flooding with concern as he seemed to scan you for any visible injuries. Other than some minor bruising you seemed relatively okay.

“Fine.” You answered simply as you looked towards him. Truth be told, you weren’t tip top shape, you couldn’t remember what happened to you or how you ended up here, but for some reason you felt it was important. You felt as if you had a reason for being there.

Hiccup nodded, with noticeable hesitation as he gave you one more quick scan before turning his eyes back to the door that was behind him. The handle rustled a bit before a blonde haired woman opened the door and walked in.

“Astrid, right on time. Our new friend is awake.” Hiccup informed the woman, Astrid, of your status as she turned to look at you.

A smile came to her face, but the hint of skepticism she held was not lost on you. She was wary of your presence, and you couldn’t blame her. Your sudden arrival would have most questioning your purposes here.

“I’m glad, everything’s working alright?” She asked, referring to your body to which you gave a quick straight nod. She nodded back in understanding before getting straight to the questioning,

“So, what happened before you wound up here? Where were you headed?” She asked, her arms crossed giving her a very closed over demeanour. It was quite the stark contrast to Hiccup's much more loose and open approach, so much so that Astrid’s blunt questioning seemed to put hiccup off. It seemed almost as if he thought the question would upset you.

“I don’t know.” You answered honestly and quickly. No point in lying.

However, that did not seem to be the answer Astrid wanted to hear.

“Wow, that's awfully convenient. You don’t remember what happened or how you got here?” She said, repeating your words towards hiccup as if trying to tell him something without having to say it outloud. He rolled his eyes at the woman before looking back towards you.

“Excuse my friend's lack of manners, we’ve had issues with stranded people here who weren’t exactly… truthful about their plans for being here.” Hiccup explained as you nodded and looked back at Astrid.

“I would be hesitant too if someone I didn’t know wound up on my island. I don’t mind.” You said with a nod of understanding as Astrid turned her attention from hiccup to you. She nodded back at your response, keeping it in mind.

She continued to ask you questions, all of which you answered to the best of your ability. You could tell that your lack of straightforward answers was not sitting right with the woman, but what else could you do?

She sighed after receiving her last answer before she asked one more question, this time not directed at you.

“Right Well, Where are they staying?” She asked as she looked to hiccup who was about to say something before she cut him off again,

“And they’re not staying with you. Don’t know if you’ve noticed, oh wise dragon master, but this could become a clear repeat of last time.” She said with a huff as she looked back towards you, then to Gothi.

“Gothi, do you mind if our friend here stays with you for a while longer?” She asked, to which the older woman shook her head with a smile, signalling she would be more than happy to keep your company around.

“We’ll then it’s settled.” Astrid said as she made her way back towards the door.

“I have more things to get done, I just wanted to check in. Welcome to Berk.” She said before exiting out the front door leaving little time to reply.

Silence overtook those of you who remained in the room as hiccup stared at the door that his friend had just departed from.

“Well, now you’ve met Astrid.” He said with a sigh and a smile, seemingly thinking she was a handful but her being his friend made it okay.

He then turned back to you with a different smile, a warmer one.

“How about tomorrow I’ll show You around Berk?” He asked as he looked at you. You stared at him for a moment, taking in the features of this strangely friendly man whom you just met, yet he treated you as if he’s known you for years.”

“Sure.” You agreed quietly, to which he responded with a smile and made his way towards the door as well, with toothless close behind.

“Welcome to Berk.” He said before exiting like Astrid had moments before.