#(gothi can stay cause she’s awesome)

[headfullof-ideas]

There’s something I noticed while writing and planning my HTTYD/The Deep fanfic in its early stages about HTTYD. Something I fix in my fic but would also like to just mention to all HTTYD fans because I feel like it’s not mentioned too much in the fandom.

The films AND shows allude to the riders being the ONLY kids their age on Berk.

It doesn’t make sense. There can’t possibly be just six teenagers on Berk. I’m sure child-loss is unfortunately not uncommon in the Archieplago, due to a multitude of reasons but also relevantly the Dragon Raids. I’m sure at least one or two small children died in a house fire, or have been accidentally taken in a raid (of which is a dark thought considering where all the dragon’s spoils in their raids winds up, something I also elaborate on in my fic) but to the point that in a generation only SIX kids survived beyond puberty? Really?!

There aren’t even NPC models of background teenage characters, generic models that get copy-pasted for whatever scene is needed. Why did they do that? Do you know how cool it would have been to have more teenage characters on Berk? Or literally anywhere else in the Archipelago? The only other teenage characters we get from the Archipelago are Heather and Dagur, and Dagur isn’t even the riders age. Why didn’t they have more teenage characters, even if they weren’t main characters?

We could have had plot lines of secondary teenage characters on Berk trying to become dragon riders and join the dragon riders club like Gustav was trying to. We could have had the riders have friends with other kids beyond the riders, their own small friend groups. They still all become each other’s best friends because of their shared experiences, but they could have all had buddies that they shared hobbies with beyond dragon riding.

Fishlegs and his rock club and botany friends, and the kids Ruff and Tuff have prank wars with and then invite over to their house for poetry slam afterwards. Snotlout and his friends in the sewing and book writing club he doesn’t tell everyone he’s in, full of kids who don’t immediately assume he’s a muscle head and only knows how to fight that he gets to hang out with without fear of being ridiculed or judged. The girlfriends that Astrid and Ruffnut could have had girls nights and sleepovers with, dressing up in outfits and makeup they wouldn’t normally wear, painting each others and Stormfly and Barf and Belches nails, because Barf and Belch are honored guests at girls night fight me. The inventive and adrenaline junky kids Hiccup has a blast test-running inventions with, that poor Toothless cries over because he feels like a single father of who knows how many idiots are jumping off of cliffs into the water below at a time.

We could have had more teenage dragon riders. The dragon riders club could have been not six, but a whole hoarde of dragon-crazy teenagers all running around on their dragons, a whole next generation of dragon riders coming into the world that used to hate them.

We were robbed

[the-dragon-central]

Can you guys do one of Astrid getting injured while pregnant?? I want to know how Hiccup would react in one of yours point of view.

Hello! :D @chiefhiccstrid here. :) Thanks for this awesome prompt. Hope you enjoy! 

Worry

“Chief, you better come,” Eret called from behind him.

Hiccup glanced up from his papers resting on the desk in front of him. He turned to look at Eret and the mans face scrunched up with worry made his heart speed up, “What’s wrong?”

“It’s Astrid-“

Eret didn’t have to say anything else for him to push out of his seat - causing it to tumble over onto the ground - and run out of the smithy right towards Gothi’s.

When Hiccup arrived he was not only out of breath from making a quick trek across the village but also because his body tensed with worry the second he saw his very pregnant wife resting on the table and getting her bloody arm and head bandaged by the older lady.

He slowly walked towards her, “Oh gods, Astrid, are you-“

“I’m fine, Hiccup.” She replied, taking ahold his shaky outstretched hand.

“And the baby?” He asked, glancing down towards her round belly that she laid her free hand on the second he mentioned it.

“Fine too.” She reassured, “Right?” She asked Gothi who had just finished putting the last white bandage around the top of Astrid’s arm. The older woman looked up at the worried Chief and nodded.

The two women were both trying to reassure the man but it wasn’t working. The worried crease in his forehead was still too prominent.

“Are you sure?” He asked Gothi.

Astrid sighed, frustrated by not only falling like an uncoordinated muttonhead but also how she knew she’d be dealing with a thousand questions from her worried husband the rest of the day.

Gothi nodded again, this time a little more intense than the last.

Hiccup turned his attention back to his injured wife, “What happened?”

“I tripped,” Astrid replied, annoyance by the whole situation very present in her short tone.

“How?” He asked. Astrid didn’t trip. She was more coordinated than anyone he’s ever met. He’s seen her do things he could only dream of.

Astrid breathed another sigh, “Because I can’t see my feet and my balance is all messed up because I’m pregnant with your big-headed child.”

Hiccup didn’t quite have a response for that. He just stood there looking at her with a face full of worry and green eyes that had a little bit of pity.

So she took the opportunity to hop down from the seat and head home because she was ordered to rest for the remainder of the day.

She heard Hiccup thank Gothi for the help before scrambling after her and following her the whole way, never once drifting anymore than just a few feet from her side.

Astrid headed straight for the stairs and up towards their bedroom when they walked in the door.

“You need any help?” Hiccup asked.

“No, Hiccup.” She replied and continued up the steps, taking it slower than usual because even she was still a little shaken from her experience earlier.

And as she sat on the edge of their large bed, she realized when she couldn’t remove her boots that she did, in fact, need help.

Astrid was about to call his name when he walked in the door, his hands full with a mug of water and something wrapped in a cloth napkin.

“I thought you might be hungry.” He explained and set the contents down on the small table by the side of the bed.

She thanked him with a soft smile and watched as he hovered, obviously not wanting to leave her side at all and it should’ve annoyed her more but instead she felt that feeling she got when her sweet husband would tell her something really cheesy but completely full of love or when he’d kiss her for no reason or when he’d make some kind of sweet gesture just because she had a really long day.

“I do need some help.” She admitted.

His eyes immediately lit up, “Anything.” He spoke eagerly.

“I can’t get my boots off.”

He needed no further explanation and crouched down to gently slip them off her feet.

“Thanks.” She said as she watched him place them by their dresser.

“Anything else?” He asked.

She laid back on the soft pillow and pulled the furs over her, “No, I don’t think so.”

And then she watched him hover again. He was wringing his hands and biting his lip, obviously wanting an excuse not to leave her side.

“You’re gonna stay, right?” She gestured to his side of the bed, cold and empty and she truly did want it warm and filled with his presence.

Hiccup’s grin lit up the whole room that was slowly growing dark by each passing minute.

When he finally crawled into bed next to her, she scooted closer and snuggled into his side.

She felt him wrap an arm around her shoulder and place the other on top of her hand that was resting on her protruding stomach. Both smiled at the tiny movements of their child kicking and moving around that they felt beneath their hands.

Then she heard him whisper the word that meant more to her than any other, “Always.”