#Hiccup’s boot made to look like his prosthetic!

[oncewhenalongtimeago]

hello! i have a request for 'SbITILYP', if you don't mind. how about the reader trying to do something for hiccup to impress him/show him that she likes him? hiccup has been doing a lot of things for the reader so I think it'd be cute seeing the reader awkwardly attempt to do the same :)

Sorry, but I Think I Lost Your Plot pt 28

Pairing: Onesided!Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III x Modern!Fem!Reader

Words: 1110

Things come to a simple end.

Tags: Time Travel, Reader into Movieverse, final part, half-fill

<Previous - First>

“I’m surprised it went this smooth,” Stoick grumbled, voice hollow with distance, “With Alvin-... I’d expect something from Hiccup, at least. That boy…”

“He’s ‘Too busy, eh?” Gobber asked, waggling his eyebrows suggestively, grunting and hopping as he did it, reattaching his prosthetic to his leg nub, “Prolly been off mackin’ on tha’ girlfriend o’ his.”

Right… Alvin.

“Ah,” Hiccup was flushed, rubbing his neck and brushing against already messy hair, “Yeah, I forgot about that…”

Toothless was around somewhere.

He glanced to the side, where you stood, equally embarrassed and mussed, shoulders hunched slightly, very red in the face.

You shifted in your skirts, resisting the urge to use your boot to scratch at the back of your thigh, which had been itchy for a little while, since you brushed up against some plant walking back from the forest.

You were just around the corner from Hiccup’s Dad -a bright and heavily painted corner; turns out his whole ‘painting the houses’ thing caught on, which meant a lot less of things burning down- though he wasn’t sure if you’d heard.

All the talk of criminal executions was depressing, though you missed it, lost in the puppy-love haze phase of your new relationship. Still, it was kind of a bummer. It was for the best that Alvin was gone, though. Less danger in that for you too -not just the riders or Stoick or anything else.

You hoped it didn’t bum Hiccup out too bad. You noticed it had been getting him down, and you’d done your best.

Your fingers curled together, hooked securely and delicately to his by the fingerpads, and you and Hiccup stood close enough that you could feel his body heat through his tunic though not yet enough for the two of you to be touching by the arm.

You’d just gotten back from a successful trip to the glowing algae pool.

His vest was slightly displaced and you were both sure he’d lost a bead or two.

In one hand you held the little Fireworm, wrapped in a carefully made chainmail blanket -it was hard to come up with something that wouldn’t pinch skin or scales- also wrapped in a layer of leather so that you could hold it comfortably. 

It squirmed slightly. 

He scuffed his prosthetic slightly, recently oiled, recently reforged with treads beaten into the bottom, which did a lot to help with gripping wet wood while you were walking hand-in-hand around Berk.

You wore a red tunic -his, really, he’d lent it to you again after you’d gotten some muck on yours- and a string of your own beads on leather cord tied around your neck, something Hiccup had picked nonchalantly from the forge and used to help make you a necklace. 

He’d tried to make you a bead once, but he wasn’t much of an artisan. 

“I mean, me too,” You huffed, feather swaying as you shifted, attached to a stick like a pom-pom on one end of a cat toy, “We’ve been busy with other things, though- Not like what Gobber said- I mean, you know…”

Hiccup nodded, though he was still looking forward. This was all still super new for the both of you.

 It would feel that way for a while.

You were still in disbelief- it was a wonder to you why he and Astrid didn’t pair up before. 

He traced the collar of his scarf slightly as Sharpshot lolled lazily by your feet, slightly wet and glow-ey by his lower half whenever he teased the shade with his tail. 

You knew Hiccup was bummed Devastated that the Screaming Death had destroyed all his hard work -a good deal of the things he’d built up in the village for you, though with some hard work and dirt pushed under your fingernails it had been fixed up pretty easy.

He seemed happier now. It hadn’t really been something you’d planned but you’d distracted him somewhat- your relationship was still very, very new, still.

And you made him a gift.

You’d tried crafting again. It was very scratchy and you’d definitely not done a very good job making sure the whole thing was even but it was a nice fading rainbow, the yarn dyed in all the colors in Roy G. Biv in darker, neutral tones.

“Looks like you fixed things right up, ‘Dragon Master,’” You stuck out your tongue at him, looking smug.

It -the scarf- covered the bottom of Hiccup’s chin. It didn’t really fit him but he wore it with pride, which made something flutter around in your guts in a way that was almost uncomfortable.

You predicted it would be around a week before he took it off.

Hiccup had unintentionally returned the favor. You got a satchel from him, small and attached to a belt with norse knots imprinted around the edges, sown neatly together. It was sort of like a fanny pack but with more buckles and also cool.

“Did you really have to use that?” Hiccup said, leaning his head towards you momentarily.

Sharpshot churr-ed in the squawky squeaky way only a terror could, blinking up at the feather attached to your hip as you adjusted your hand in Hiccup’s.

The small Fireworm in your other hand blinked beadily as it sometimes very rarely did.

“It is tacky,” You admitted, though that was definitely why you used it, “But you did a good enough job to deserve it, not that you have to do anything to deserve things.”

You gently bumped into him with your hip.

And he did a great job. Berk was back to how it was just before the Screaming Death -most of the roses ended up being fine, and the plants that were lost were easily replaced and reinforced by spiked metal fences and wooden pikes.

You’d also added a few new planters. Many of the houses stationed under ramps were popular real estate now for metal tins for glowing mushroom growing, which you knew there many new homeowners were proud of, not just because of the fact that it made them a lot of money.

The mushrooms were great for paint making and the extra roofing kept dragons from jumping over houses and messing with tiling.

It was heavy maintenance, but they were all Vikings. For a modern girl like you, you found it was all worth it, if not just for the convenience.

Living on Berk was rough, but it was good and different now. Even with all the Outcasts and the dragons and the hunters and everything else missing.

And you were happy. 

And maybe Hiccup’s crush hadn’t ended up being so onesided after all.

[bignostalgias]

TRICK OR TREAT 🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃 HAPPY HALLOWEEN I LOVE UR ART

TREAT!! HAPPY HALLOWEEN! 🍿

I’m rolling a d20 and using the even numbers as treats and the odds as tricks, but. I just rolled a Natural 20. So. In the spirit of that you get an interrupted hijack make-out sesh under the cut

not exactly spoilery but it may or may not end up in later chapters of translations LMAO

Jack’s hair tickled under Hiccup’s ear and he couldn’t resist the laughter bubbling up inside him. How was this his life. The grass against his back was damp from the downpour last night. He could barely control the movements of his legs as Jack kissed his neck, his prosthetic leaving gashes in the wet earth. His hands were tangled with Jack’s above his head, and he felt vulnerable in a way that made his stomach clench up and toes curl in his boot. Jack left his neck alone to grin at him and swallow his laughter with his mouth. He released Hiccup’s hands to cradle the back of his head, and Hiccup took the opportunity sit up a little, to latch on to Jack’s knees where they bracketed his hips. Pushed the heels of his palms against the thick fabric on Jack’s thighs.

Jack smiled into his open mouth. He could exist like this eternally.

“Oh good gods. Oh I should go.” A voice that was very much not Hiccup’s or Jack’s exclaimed from somewhere above them.

Hiccup sat completely upright, causing Jack to fall back on his ass with an English curse escaping him, and froze.

Fishlegs stared at them from above the bush they were huddled behind. Hiccup had never seen him look more mortified in his life.

“Yeah I’m gonna -“ he pointed vaguely around himself, “I’m g- oh Thor - bye, Hiccup, Jack.” He squeaked out, then hurried away.

[thedragon-and-hisboy]

If The Shoe Fits

Hiccup must wear a boot over his prosthetic foot to avoid discovery.

"Stop fidgeting."

"It's uncomfortable."

"Stop fidgeting anyway."

"Hmph." Hiccup put his foot back on the ground and adjusted his mask for something else to do with his hands. The garb of the Defenders of the Wing was strange, but his own armor was much too recognizable.

"Will you calm down? We won't be here for long. Mala says that the hunters always show up at noon, and it's nearly that now. We'll follow them, incapacitate them, and interrogate them for their orders." Astrid stretched her limbs in anticipation.

"You make it sound easy," Hiccup said.

"It will be," she replied. "Hey, look, there!" Three hunters had emerged from an alley and were crossing the square. "Let's go."

She and Hiccup fell into step behind the hunters, a few paces behind. "Remind me how we're supposed to incapacitate three hunters with weapons by ourselves?" Hiccup muttered.

"Like this," Astrid said, and swung her arm downwards.

Overhead, a shriek made the market-goers scatter and yell in terror as an unsaddled Stormfly dove at the square.

"Nadder attack!" someone screamed. The hunters sprinted away, down another alley with Hiccup and Astrid in pursuit.

"Agh!" Hiccup's boot had slipped, and he tumbled head over heels as it fell off.

The hunters spun around as they realized they were being followed, and one pointed at Hiccup's exposed metal foot. "It's him! The rider!"

"Get him!" another cried, and they advanced.

Astrid drew her axe and stood in front of Hiccup as he got to his feet. "You'll have to go through me first."

Plasma lit up the air between them as Toothless leapt out of the shadows. The hunters cried out in alarm and tried to run, but Heather and Windshear blocked the end of the alley. Surrender was immediate and complete.

Later, Astrid went to go see Hiccup. He had the offending boot on his desk and was glaring at it.

"Okay," she said, sighing. "Fine. You don't have to wear it anymore."

[theknightofivanhoe]

Strange Sight - A Hiccelsa Story pt 1. - A Helping Hand

Some Hiccelsa goodness for anyone who wants. Title inspired by the song by KT Tunstall. Hiccup and Elsa belong to Dreamworks and Disney respectively.

Provence, south of France, was the perfect region to spend the summer. Trees and vegetation were as lush as any northern part of Europe could get, but complemented by the golden tan of rocky formations upon which villages and holiday homes were situated. Adding to the sights and smells were rows of lavender, as purple as amethyst bobbing in the gentle breeze. 

The tall, brown-haired, freckle-faced young man, Harrison ‘Hiccup’ Haddock, had dressed for the weather in a green T-shirt, tan shorts and moccasins. ‘Hiccup.’ as he had eventually grown accustomed to being nicknamed, headed through the front door of his newly-rented holiday cottage to unload the last of some maintenance equipment from his black Land Rover. Even on vacation, it took a lot to separate Hiccup from his very own motorcycle machinery that he would tinker with in search of a new innovation that he could soon introduce to the gear-heads that made his target audience. Toothless, his well-built black labrador lay splayed across the cooling stone floor, so Hiccup had to take big steps over those legs and floppy ears of his. He trudged to the Rover and pulled open the boot, before hoisting the case of equipment up in both hands. He had been saving his strength for the heavier stuff, but he still staggered from the weight. Not even the flexible black rods of his prosthetic left leg helped much. “Woah…” the brunette went, clinging onto the heavy case and spreading his feet, his living one and his metal one, to try and balance himself. He had trained himself to cope with a prosthetic, even ride a bike with one, but it still surprised him just what types of situations an artificial limb could bring about. “Aw, no, don't do this - no!” Hiccup yelled, the case tipping out of his hands, landing onto the pebble-strewn ground. What didn’t help was the tools and engine components spilling out, the lid half-open from the impact at which it had fallen. 

“Are you okay?” A female voice from behind caught Hiccup by slight surprise. “Wha - uh, sorry?” Frustrated by his situation, he turned to find the source of the voice; a blond young woman in an ankle-length royal blue gown standing behind him.

“I’m sorry, I’m - I’m sorry, can I help, ma’am?” Hiccup awkwardly asked, feeling as though this somewhat wraith-like girl must have materialised out of practically nowhere. All the girl did was stand where she was with her long wispy hands respectably folded in front of her the way someone would when attending a formal occasion. “Oh, don’t worry, I was just wondering if ‘you’ needed help.” she answered kindly, not moving from where she stood. 

Despite his aggravating business with that case, Hiccup had to take a moment to notice how easily he could call this lovely-looking girl a queen. Curiosity twinkled in her ice blue eyes and her snowy blond hair was neatly tied in an immaculate Dutch-braided bun. Her thin, delicate nose and rouge lips wonderfully accentuated the light, mild-mannered expression on her heart-shaped face. Her blue summer gown flowed in the cooling air while highlighting the hour-glass hips and showing off slim arms as pale as her impressively pretty face, but not pale to the point of looking unhealthy. What completed this look was the set of flat-soled silvery-blue pumps.

Awakening from his stare, Hiccup lightly shook his head. “I’m sorry, don’t worry. I got this, I think -” And he quickly turned to pick up the case. “Would you like a hand with that” the woman asked. There was not a hint of insistence in her soft-spoken voice. If Hiccup asked, she would probably leave. Good-looking as she was, the brunette had felt more prepared for some alone time with his labrador, seeing as how he wasn’t the biggest people’s person. He wrestled to push the clips back in place, sealing the spilt equipment back into the case. “I - I don’t know, this thing’s ‘very’ heavy.” he grunted, yanking one of its handles. The thing barely even budged, crunching along the pebbles. “I could take one end.” The young woman’s voice left Hiccup simply torn between politely refusing her assistance, or getting this stupidly heavy case indoors with an extra pair of hands. “You sure?” he asked, hoping he didn’t come across as attempting to drive the girl away. “It’s got a lot of tools for, like, engineering.” he explained to the woman, though she seemed to be actually listening, not turning away in boredom like he had expected. “Wow, ‘that’ heavy.” she commented humorously. “Well, I’ve had to get ‘my’ stuff in myself too. One more can’t hurt.” She was standing in front of that bigger house facing the cottage Hiccup had rented. And behind her was a sleek, gleaming convertible as silver and spotless as a freshly forged sword blade.

Something then made Hiccup look behind and notice, to even greater annoyance, Toothless was standing outside the cottage in front of the girl.

The girl was a little surprised to find the pitch black labrador staring up at her with wide hazel eyes and swishing his tail side-to-side. Next she smiled in adoration. “Oh...hello there.” she greeted and Toothless sat himself down with his mouth stretched into what seemed like a smile of his own. “Is this your dog?” the girl asked Hiccup. “Mine, and outside the house where he belongs. Sorry about this.” Hiccup bluntly replied, getting up. “Alright, Toothless, nothing to - er - see here. Go on, boy! Back you go. Ah - don’t give me that look!” Toothless was indeed giving him a look that appeared to suggest an immature pout. “Back!” Hiccup ordered, thrusting a finger to the cottage doorway. “Back you go, you useless hound!” “Don’t worry. He’s not doing any harm.” the girl assured, raising a hand. “Could I stroke him?” she then requested, and Toothless opened his mouth wide with his tail wagging even faster at this prospect. “Well…” Before Hiccup could continue, Toothless started to show his gums to the girl in that bizarre smile that gave him his name. The girl’s eyes went round in bemusement at how well the dog hid his canines, just goofily staring up at her and beating his tail against the ground. “You sure you want to?” Hiccup asked the girl, as he rather wished Toothless hadn’t brought this about. “Well…sure.” the blond answered, reaching out a fair-skinned hand for the dog’s head. When her fingers caressed Toothless’ fur, he simply reared his head back in sheer happiness. Hiccup rolled his eyes, but the girl gave his pet such a charming smile, he felt he was in no position to send him back in the house. “He’s so sweet…” the girl complemented, trailing her hand along Toothless’ head and making him pant in joy. “Oh, don’t let his good looks and charm fool you.” Hiccup mock-warned, folding his arms. “When he gets an admirer, he’s got you wrapped round his - well - paw.” “So, Toothless is it?” the stranger inquired, the smile not even leaving her ever-pretty face as the labrador flicked his head between her and Hiccup. “That’s him.” Hiccup responded, smirking at his rascal of a dog and ruffling the fur of his head. 

“So, shall I help you with this case?” the girl eventually asked when she remembered the help she had offered Hiccup in the first place. Hiccup considered for a moment, then breathed out. “Okay, sure thing. I’ll take the front end, yeah?” “Yeah, got it.” the blond agreed, striding gracefully round to the other side of the case. She closed her fingers around the handle, then pulled. What made Hiccup’s jaw drop a little and Toothless quirk his head sideways was how this porcelain doll of a girl got her end of the case a couple of inches off the ground! She did grit her pearly teeth a little from the effort, but she was still managing even with such thin arms. Instantly snapping out of his surprise, he snatched up the handle on his side. Aided by the girl’s unexpected strength, he managed to get the case level, hovering above the ground despite the sheer heaviness of its equipment. With Toothless waddling behind with his tail wagging, the two slowly walked it towards the cottage, into the doorway and lowered it onto the floor. 

Hiccup and the blond panted a little from the exertion, but looked at one another faintly smiling. Toothless glanced down at the box, then up at his owner and the girl as he panted excitedly, his tongue hanging all the way out of his grinning mouth. “Wow, team effort.” Hiccup commented gladly. “You led the way. I just took some of the weight.” the girl replied benevolently, rubbing Toothless’ head. “I’m sure that doesn’t make you any less deserving of a little something…” Hiccup started, holding up a finger. Now truly enjoying this unknown girl’s company, he bent down and opened the small fridge. “White or red?” “Oh, I don’t know…” The blond looked away, clearly trying not to smile. “White?” “White it is.” His nervousness a distant memory, Hiccup straightened with a wine bottle in hand and a slightly goofy smile on his strong-chinned face, opening the overhead cupboard behind him. “Ow!” The cupboard door bonked the back of his head! “Ooh! Are you alright?” the girl asked with a pained expression. Toothless gave his master a look that said he was always doing this. “Yeah, I’m fine.” Hiccup grunted, rubbing the soreness away and getting two wine glasses. “They don’t call me Hiccup for nothing.” “I’m sorry?” the girl asked, a little befuddled. “Oh, that?” the young man replied and remembered. “My name’s Hiccup -” “Your actual name?” the blond inquired. “Ah, no, not my *name* name - it’s my nickname.” the brunette corrected her, pouring some wine. “If you want my full name, it's Harrison Hickory Haddock...the third. I run that motorcycle service down in Berk.” He offered a glass, the amber-coloured drink sloshing in the crystal clear glass. “Berk...I haven't been there but apparently it's quite nice there.” the girl commented with a light smile, accepting her drink and stroking Toothless some more. Hiccup still couldn’t fathom how such hands as delicate as hers could get a half-tonne case off the ground. “If you can get through nine months of snow and three months of hail that constitute a year there…” Hiccup replied, leaning up against the kitchen counter as he and the girl sipped their drinks, a happy Toothless sitting between them. “Oh, then I’ll make sure to check it out in the snowy months. I happen to like snow.” the girl smiled, her lip rouge succeeding in drawing Hiccup’s eye. Now it was her turn to be absorbed in just how handsome he looked.

She found herself enjoying the way his chocolate-brown hair flowed around his head with tufts at his ears and neck, how his nose was rounded at the end, but how well-defined and lightly stubbled his chin was. “But enough about me, I didn’t get ‘your’ name.” Hiccup told her. “My name’s Elsa.” the girl replied politely. “Elsa...cool name…” Hiccup murmured, taking another sip. Elsa grinned gently at his praise. “Thank you.” Then something about that name rang a bell in Hiccup. “Wait - aren't you Elsa from Arendelle? You run that big architecture firm?” Elsa took another sip of her wine. “The very same.” she chirped. “So what brings you out here to Provence, mon cherie?” Hiccup grinned as he asked this, exaggerating the French accent, which made Elsa smirk in amusement. “Oh, you know, an architecture company’s a huge responsibility. My family’s owned it for years.” she explained, pausing for a drink. “I’m lucky to ever go and get some time off.” “Guess you came to the right place.” Hiccup agreed. “You want to sit down?” 

While Toothless lay half-asleep on his side like a sardine, Hiccup and Elsa sat at the small wooden table beside the cottage’s kitchen area, chatting and drinking. “ - Her name’s Anna. You’d love her. She’s dating this guy Kristoff; he’s employed at my firm. You’d get along with him too.” Elsa was telling Hiccup. “You do live in good company.” he said, already liking the idea of meeting the rich girl’s sister and the collection of colourful characters she had befriended. “But what about your friends?” Elsa asked with that same curiosity from when she had volunteered to help lift that case. “My friends? Well there’s Gobber, missing a right hand and left leg, helps me out at the motorcycle repairs. It’s thanks to him that I can even put in all those nuts and bolts.” Hiccup explained. “Fishlegs, that’s his nickname, he’s an old schoolmate, great at computers, helped me get set up with my tablet here.” He held up his iPad to demonstrate. “Snotlout, ah…” He bobbed his hand side-to-side. “Drives a monster truck and gets a bit egotistical when it comes to racing. Bit of a muttonhead, but means well.” Elsa just nodded. “Ruffnut and Tuffnut, they’re twins, can be a bit of a handful. Navy-trained like me, love their death metal. And their motorcycles. But you’d definitely love my mum.” “If she’s mother to someone as sweet as you, I think I would.” Elsa smiled over the rim of her glass. This complement sent butterflies fluttering in Hiccup’s stomach and his cheeks grew warmer than the French summer air could possibly be, even in the cooling shade of the rented cottage. He wanted the wine he drank to extinguish his blushing, his lips seeming to stick to the glass. “Hiccup, you okay?” Elsa was looking at him with those winter-blue eyes in which the brunette saw many things, such as fondness in finding companionship, but unusually, a bit of loneliness. “I’m fine, thanks, Elsa…” He had only just met this girl, himself a moody, gawky mechanic and a beautiful businesswoman, but rather than dwell on it, Hiccup went on drinking, Elsa doing the same. 

“Well, thank you for - uh, thank you, Hiccup.” Elsa eventually said, getting up once her glass was finished. Toothless bolted to his feet and wagged his tail in the hopes of some more affection before she left. “Oh, don’t mention it.  Thank ‘you’ for shifting that stupid case.” Hiccup replied, lightly kicking said case with a clunk. “Oh, it was nothing - ” “Seriously, you got some real push - ” They paused when noticing they were talking over one another and suddenly went silent, glancing away from one another sheepishly. Toothless darted his head between them waiting for whatever was going to happen next. “Well, I think I should be getting back…” Elsa suggested. Toothless’ eyes grew round at the very thought. “Sure, I’ve got to get Toothless and my supper on the go too…” Hiccup awkwardly agreed. “Same here.” Elsa remarked. “I know, Toothless…” she continued, getting to one knee and stroking the labrador who panted in his desire for her to keep going. “Hope you’re liking that place you rented. Sure looks fancy.” Hiccup smirked. “Well I’m starting to like yours really.” Elsa replied, appreciating the cottage’s more humble, rustic design. “It just looks so…cosy.” Now Hiccup was beginning to wonder if they were drawing out their goodbyes, but nonetheless he glanced around and murmured, “Sure does.” Giving him that mild, possibly bashful smile, Elsa finished stroking Toothless and moved for the door. She paused and turned back slightly. “Hiccup?”

Hiccup froze. Elsa’s tone sounded as though she was about to invite him for something. Toothless pricked his ears up. Elsa still had her back to Hiccup, but was glancing at him from the corner of those half-closed eyes. She seemed to be getting suspiciously coy. “Yeah?” Hiccup quietly responded. “The house I’m staying at has a pool.” Elsa told him. “If you want, you can use it too.” Hiccup’s heart rate accelerated a little. They had only just met, but now Elsa was permitting him to use a pool that belonged to the place she had rented! “But, Elsa - I don’t - what if you…you - wouldn’t you want to - ?” Facing him, Elsa lightly beamed. “Hiccup, you can swim any time you like. I won’t mind us sharing.” Even Toothless looked up and Hiccup and jerked his head in Elsa’s direction. He was obviously hinting for his owner to agree. “Well, thanks.” the young man replied, wondering where this whole invitation of Elsa’s was leading up to. Sometimes he hated how much of a stubborn animal Toothless could be. “Night, Elsa.” “Goodnight, Hiccup.” Elsa half-whispered with that faint grin. “See you soon…”  

Stay tuned, Hiccelsa lovers...

[dragonmasterhiccup]

Danny smiled and clapped at the ‘newfound’ revelation, happy that they both had the tribes support.

Like she said, they both deserved it.

After they had finished speaking, she went over to them and congratulated them once more, hugging Hiccup and side-hugging Astrid.

After that, she went about her day as normal, with only the occasional thought of Spitelout looming in the back of her mind.

———

Danny had been more than a little excited. I mean, come on, getting to push Hiccup into the lagoon— albeit with permission— was probably going to be the highlight of her week.

On the flight there, she had flown side by side with Valka, constantly cackling while making fun of Hiccup, and how he had been acting so close with Astrid as of late. It was just so stupidly funny, she couldn’t help herself.

Once they landed, Danny unpack the few supplies she had brought with her; water jug, sketchbook, wooden comb [because post lake hair always sucked to brush out], and an old blanket that she could double as a towel, since they’d be swimming.

She smirked. “Oh it’s a fantastic day to keep a promise.”

Glancing over at Astrid, she nodded, a mischievous grin plastered on her face. “Yeah, since he was being a baby about it last time I pushed him in, we’re having a do-over.”

Finishing unpacking and petting Twilight, she turned back around to face the others. “Okay, I’m ready, so Hiccup, you have maybe thirty seconds to be ready as well before I drag your a** over the edge.”

She finished letting her hair down and taking off her boots before going over to the edge of the waterfall. “Come on!”

He and Astrid had flown next to each other, talking and chatting on the way.

Despite knowing he would be pushed into the lagoon, he was excited to get away for a day.

He'd left Eret, Fishlegs, and Gobber in charge of Berk in case anything happened, but he made sure to sort everything out before they left.

It was only a day that he'd be away, after all.

Astrid laughed, and Hiccup protested. "Need I point out that the water was cold, and I was in full armor? That day was on the breezy side, as well, you know!" It was all in good fun, though.

After he unpacked, he removed the pieces of his armour, placing the metal and leather components in a neat stack.

Removing his tunic, he folded that as well, placing it over the armor to keep it from getting too hot in the sun. He placed his shoe next to it, rolling up his pant leg halfway up his shin.

His freckled arms and shoulders were lean, with the occasional burn scars from smithing. His back had old burn scars from when he was fifteen, and there was a light, branching pattern from when he'd been struck by lightning.

His newer scars showed as well, courtesy of Magnus. There was a large new scar on his side, a smaller one on his arm, and a small arrow scar on his chest, above his tattoo.

He felt strange without all of his layers, exposed, even. Those layers of wool and leather helped him appear more sturdy, maybe even bulkier, though that might have been a far fetched term for it.

Well, the sooner he was in the water, the better.

Astrid was loosening her braids, preparing to dive in, and Valka had gone to stand over by Danny.

"You've been looking forward to this, haven't you?" Valka had the hint of a smile on her face, and a hand on her hip.

At Danny's warning, Hiccup turned in surprise. "Already? Alright, hang on, I have one thing left to do..."

Grabbing what he needed, he headed over to the edge with Danny. Sitting down, he removed the bottom portion of his prosthetic, locking a red swimming fin in its place.

Valka gave him a hand up, and he stood on his right foot, his left knee bent to avoid damaging the fin.

By then, Astrid joined as well, planning to jump in at the same time as when Hiccup was pushed.

Nodding at Danny, he took a breath.

"Okay, I'm ready."

[evilartist37]

Hi how are you doing? I have a couple kinda silly questions for you as someone more  HTYD knowledgeable than me if you don’t mind answering 

From what I’ve seen Hiccup's prosthetic is the same length as his flesh one with a boot on. Wouldn’t that cause an uneven gait and back pain? As the prosthetic would be longer than the flesh one. 

How does Hiccup keep the prosthetic leg on?

 It looks like the part of the prosthetic by his stump is made of wood? 

Thanks for answering my questions. Love your fics! I hope you have a wonderful day. 

Hiya! I’ll answer here, though you may have meant to send it to my main blog.

And those are questions I can’t truly answer, given that I’m not an amputee with a prosthesis myself. Like, I’m not a good source for that kind of information.

I recommend the videos of Footless Jo (Jo Beckwith.) She’s a lower leg amputee with a wealth of knowledge!

Other than that I can’t help much.

But thank you, and I hope you have a good day/night as well!

[riddlehatereddi]

Hiccup & Toof

Please ignore any fucky colours I have very poor vision

So my httyd spin came back and i decided to redesign them (and then make a new, almost identical, universe for those redesigns)

Image description under cut

[ID Start] Standing in centre screen is Hiccup Haddock and his dragon Toothless. Hiccup is a thin white man with green eyes and red-brown hair. He has a yellow-ish burn scar down the left side of his face and neck, he has scar going from under his nose, over his mouth, to his chin, and he has two thin scars over his right eye- his vision is unaffected, though he is missing most of his eyebrows due to these scars. He wears a brown leather jumpsuit, and there are slits at his knees, elbows and hips, where a green cotton fabric can be seen. Over the jumpsuit he wears a black padded leather armour over his chest, shoulders and forearms, he also has a belt made out of the same material. There is a knife strapped to the leather over his left forearm. On opposite sides of his belt there are 2 hooks, he uses them to keep himself connected to his saddle. On his right foot he wears a brown leather boot, and he has a prosthetic made out of wood and metal for his left foot. Hiccup is wearing green cotton gloves with black padded leather over the front of his palms and fingers. He looks quite relaxed, and is smiling. Toothless is a night fury. He is standing on all fours and is about 10ft long. His scales are blue and purple and fully cover his body. He has bright green eyes, with no visible sclera and boxy pupils with green highlights. He has huge bat-like wings coming out the the middle of his back, he also has a long tail with large fins near the bottom.. Half of Toothless' tail is missing, and he has a left prosthetic fin on it, made out of brown leather, metal & red fabric with a viking skull insignia on it. He has 3 thin scars on the upper-right part of his head, and 2 thin scars on this left. On his left leg he has 1 large scar near his foot, and a thin scar above it, and he has a thin scar on his right foot. He has 2 scars near the bottom of his right wing. He wears a brown leather saddle, with metal hoops around his legs for support. Toothless looks quite happy and playful, and almost cat-like. The background is a blue sky with white clouds, and they are standing on green grass, there are hills in the distance. [ID end]

[thegreatbigfourmain]

Dancing With Dragons

He knew something was wrong the moment he came to his senses. His entire body trembled with pain as he was forced to awaken from his blissful and painfully unaware sleeping state. The sound of beeping monitors and the soft echo of shoes tapping on hard floors rose once his eyes opened. Moments later, a doctor was there to greet him and inform him they were at the hospital, yet still on base. The battered-up brunet saw a glimpse of himself in a mirror given by a nurse. His hair was matted and dirty, his body stitched and bandaged. 

It took the doctor a moment before telling him that not only was he being sent home on an honorable discharge, he also had a terrible accident. It wasn’t losing his men or killing civilians, as one would assume. The tragic loss was the left stump that was now his leg, bleeding through the bandages. His green eyes widened at the sight. No words left his lips as his entire body shut down. As a result, the doctor pumped his IV with morphine to cause the soldier to rest. However, the shock never truly left him.

In all honesty, he wasn't too proud of going off to the Marines like he had. He thought that if he left his art scholarship and went to the army, his dad might actually be proud of him. And for a moment, the old man was. With his buzz cut and high rankings through bomb tech and military tacticians, he had been put in the hand of his squad. His father was proud of him every day.

Yet, it only took a single bomb to set back everything. He came home taller with lean ropes of muscle, a haircut and a foot gone. The looks of sympathy were worse than the disapproval. He spent months in the hospital and physical therapy, though it did nothing to help his mental state. His hair grew out back to the long length it had once been and he could actually walk in a straight line with his prosthetic, yet he still felt as weak as he was all those years ago. Even as a twenty-seven-year-old man, he still looked to his father for approval and now only saw that same disappointment.

There wasn’t anything he could do to change that’s man mind. 

***

Today, Hiccup Haddock the Third found himself outside a small dance studio recommended by his redheaded, Scottish doctor. To say he was nervous would be an understatement. 

The brunette sighed, looking down at the floor of the car.

“You ready?” his best friend asked from the driver’s side.

The man grumbled, “No. Take me home.”

Jack scoffed and turned off the car as to not waste the gas. Hiccup knew what that meant; a lecture from good ole’ Jack Frost. 

“Doc said it was going to help your coordination and that this girl was a good friend of hers. She’s not even going to charge you! What’s the worse that could happen?” the white hair male asked.

Hiccup gave him a look, “I fox trot myself into falling on my ass?”

Jack narrowed his eyes, “Get out of the car and go get better or so help me I will pull you out myself.”

The brunet rolled his green eyes before opening the door and lifting his legs awkwardly out of the vehicle. He slowly stood up, only to bend down and look back at his buddy. 

“Two o’ clock right?” 

“I’ll be here. I promise,” Jack said with a smile. The veteran closed the door and with a sigh, wobbled his way toward the dance studio. He was still slow in his walk and looked stiff. He refused to use a cane as it only furthered his disappointment and loss of his normality. Besides, it was mostly the pain that bothered him rather than his appearance. 

Everything inside him screamed that this was a bad idea.

His father had ingrained in him that real men don’t need help. Then again, he wanted a lot out of his fishbone of a son that didn't have much to give in the first place. 

Hiccup walked up to the door as the colorful fall leaves crunched under his boots. He wore a pair of dark jeans and a button up dark green shirt with a warm leather jacket over it. Now that his hair was long, he used a ponytail to tie it back. It showed off more of his sharp jawline and many, many freckles.

He hesitantly knocked on the door. 

Many thoughts swirled in his mind at the moment. Dr. DunBroch could have at least showed him a picture of her friend to ease his nerves. If she was cute, then this would most definitely end badly. If she wasn’t attractive to him, then it still probably end with him falling on his ass. 

With an awkward turn on his good foot, he only waited a second before heading back to the sidewalk. Hiccup was at the ready to pull out his phone to call Jack to turn around.  

Hiccup dialed Jack's number as the autumn wind tried to penetrate through his thick jacket. He hated the cold. The worst part of being out in the desert was the nights. It was always freezing. 

He brought the phone up to his ear, his other hand in his jacket pocket. 

As the phone rang, he heard the door behind him open.

“Hi, I’m Rapunzel. Are you Hiccup?” 

He turned to see who called his name. The person before him made his eyes widened. Oh this is bad. This is very, very bad. 

She was beautiful. 

She was a petite woman who wore a strapped rose pink dress that brought out the pink of her cheeks and the spring green of her doe eyes. Her hair was held up in a messy bun of golden strands. There was no makeup on her face to taint the natural beauty she possessed. Her lips were in a natural pout as she waited for him to answer. 

He gulped, ignoring the voice that yelled at him on the other end of the phone line.

He decided this was much worse than what his imagination concocted in his head. The last thing he wanted was to be exposing his flaws and handicap by falling all over the place in front of a beautiful woman. Warmth flooded his cheeks to the tips of his ears. He gave her an awkward smile, hanging up the phone and putting it in his pocket. Hiccup took a couple of careful steps towards the door, though he still wobbled a bit. 

The brunet stopped to take a deep breath, his smile gone from what he was about to say. His green eyes filled with a bit a self-loathing, but mostly embarrassment. 

“Umm, hi. Yeah, I’m Hiccup. Dr. DunBroch referred me here, but I think it would be best to continue going back to physical therapy. This dancing thing isn't for me. I was never coordinated, even before my accident. I'm sorry if I wasted your time.” 

He could see her face fall when he told her that he wouldn’t be taking her class. It seemed like she was almost looking forward to it. No, it couldn't be that. Injured veterans are charity cases. She was probably just trying to validate herself through some civic duty to a soldier. Just another person to pity him.

These emotions made Hiccup turn around. He couldn’t take looking at her hurt face any longer. He closed his eyes tightly at how stupid he must have sounded. He took out his phone again while walking stiffly towards the sidewalk once more.

All he heard was a soft “Oh, of course. No worries” from her before the door closed behind him, leaving him out in the autumn wind.

Haddock you asshole, he thought to himself. 

He called Jack again.

“What?” 

“I’m ready to go home.”

“You didn’t even go to the class, did you?”

“This is stupid. I want to go home.”

“Your doctor said this was the best chance you have to walk normally that’s faster than therapy. You can’t just walk away because you’re uncomfortable!”

“I can figure it out myself. And I’m not walking away. It just isn’t for me.”

“I’m not picking you up.”

“Then I’ll walk.”

“Are you crazy? You can barely walk as it is! No offense.”

“How is that not offensive?”

Hiccup was about to utter something to his supposed best friend when he felt a small tap on his shoulder. It made him turn around, his phone still up to his ear with Jack barraging him. 

The petite blonde stood behind him, out in the cold with her dance outfit on. 

She smiled at him and handed him her card. “Here. It’s my business card,” she explained. 

“I know you may not want to now, or ever. But if you ever do want to have a session in the future, I just wanted you to know you have other options. I may not be a licensed physical therapist, but I do know a few things about dance,” she joked, letting out the most melodious giggle Hiccup’s ever heard. 

Her words were almost lost on him because he found himself looking into her green eyes now that they were closer. They were green like summer grass. He felt like he was getting lost in all that was simple about her. That’s what it was. She was simple, uncomplicated and without drama. His whole life had been a series of problems and complications. Hell, his name was Hiccup: he was a mistake and a problem within itself. Even his own occupation was full of bomb techs, guns, drills, training and war mechanics. When he got home it was hospitals and surgeries, family issues and planning. She seemed so simple.

Hiccup reached for the card and, in doing so, gently brushed his fingertips with hers. That short contact caused jolts of electricity to run up his arm, followed by a bright crimson blush flustering his face. 

“Oh, th-thank you,” he muttered out. She gave him one more heart-stopping smile before spinning around in a dancer’s fashion and going back into the building. 

“Hiccup? Hic who was that?” Jack’s voice finally registering into the memorized brunet. 

“Th-that was my instructor. Sorry Jack, I gotta go. See you at 2,” Hiccup rapidly uttered before stuffing his phone once again into his pocket and following the direction of where the blonde beauty went. 

When he did catch up to her, she was beginning to put her speaker away and looked like she was closing up shop. Hiccup cleared his throat before knocking on the open door and entering. 

The blonde glanced towards him, tilting her head to the side a bit like an adorable curious puppy. 

“Hiccup?” 

He chuckled at that, whether it be to hide his incredibly nervous emotions or because the way she said his name was on the rapidly growing list of what he enjoyed hearing from her; her giggle being the first. 

“I, I’m sorry about before... This is all so foreign to me,” he started. 

She placed the speaker aside and began to walk towards him, Hiccup doing the same until the pair met in the center of the room with only their reflections in from the ballet mirrors to accompany them. 

“Well, If you’re up for it, I don’t mind helping you get un-foreign to it,” she grinned, her smile never failing to clench the inside of Hiccup’s chest. 

What was this girl doing to me? 

“What the heck, let’s do it.” 

What did he just get himself into? 

[howtowhumpyourhiccup]

Comfortember Day 5: Father’s Cuddles

Summary: Written for Comfortember Day 5. Set during my Httyd child OC AU/my Tiny AU. Hiccup is called home from Chiefing when his son falls ill.

Rating: General

Characters: Hiccup, Toothless, Snotlout, Ruffnut, Tuffnut, Fishlegs (mentioned), Astrid (mentioned)

Pairing: OT6

Words: 1 603

Fandom: How to Train Your Dragon

Prompt: “Cuddling”

Whumpee: Httyd child oc (Tiny)

Author’s Notes: I have a Httyd child OC and I saw the Comfortember prompts and I had the mighty need to combine the two. If I don't write purely self-indulgent stuff, then what even is the point of writing fanfiction?

Anyway, I had a lot of fun writing this one.

Here is my son. And pure fluff with a side of whump!

Constructive criticism is appreciated!

Enjoy!

Ao3

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It is with a hurry that Hiccup returns home early from a day of chiefing the village of Berk. It's only in the afternoon, but already he's finished up what he can with the knowledge that Astrid will take care of the rest. Eret is there to help her out if she needs a second pair of hands.

With a quick pace, he jogs up the steps towards his house with Toothless following close behind. He opens the front door to let himself in and a wave of warmth from the fire washes over him as he kicks the snow off his boot and prosthetic.

"Hey, little man, it's okay." Snotlout talks with a soft tone to someone small sitting on his lap and crying into his chest.

That someone is a young boy of only one and a half. Gone is the red hair and the blue eyes he was born with, instead replaced by the brown hair and green eyes he has now. Because of this, he looks even more like Hiccup than he already did.

Vigi, as he's called, is in Snotlout's arms as he cries, but his words of comfort don't quite comfort the boy. Ruffnut is there with them and so is Tuffnut, who's holding a cup of water.

"Oh hey, look who's here, Tiny!" Ruffnut calls him by the nickname the Riders have chosen for him as she points to Hiccup upon his entrance. Tiny lifts his head from Snotlout's chest and turns his tear-stained face towards the door.

"I'm here! I'm here." Hiccup says and closes the front entrance to keep the cold out while the fire in the pit keeps the warmth inside.

"Daddy!" Tiny cries and reaches for Hiccup, who picks him up from Snotlout's lap as he's handed over and holds him. Tiny's short arms wrap around his father's neck with a tight grip.

"Hey, Buddy, what's wrong?" Hiccup asks, but Vigi doesn't respond, instead sniffing on his shoulder and staining his chest piece with tears and snot like he'd stained Snotlout. At least he's already calming down from whatever has made him cry.

Toothless pads over to behind Hiccup and stands up on his two hind legs to coo at the boy.

Tiny gazes at the dragon with his sad face, but doesn't say anything to him.

"Can someone tell me what's wrong with him?" Hiccup asks and looks to the three Riders with him for an answer.

Hiccup knows his son has been off all day. He woke up too early, has barely eaten any breakfast, and isn't as energetic as he usually is. So when someone had been sent to come get him after he'd left these three to look after him, Hiccup wasn't surprised.

"I think his throat hurts, he's been drinking a lot and he can't sleep. Don't think he has a fever yet, though." Snotlout informs him. Astrid may still be a little iffy towards the three, but they do a good job with their son, despite popular opinion.

"Yeah, the poor little guy hasn't had his nap at all! He's been crying for the past ten minutes." Ruffnut tells Hiccup and approaches to rub Vigi's cheek. He's quiet now that he's in Hiccup's arms with the occasional sniff, but with how tightly he holds on, he's still far from being comforted.

"Okay," Hiccup mutters and presses his cheek against his son's forehead, hoping to get a feeling on his temperature. It's hotter than it should be. "Did someone send for Gothi?"

"Fishlegs did." Tuffnut answers.

So Fishlegs was home at some point to check up on the little guy, too. Which is understandable as he must be worried, if one of the six Riders knows, they all know. Astrid, too, has come by throughout the day.

"Okay, that's good. I'm going upstairs to bed with him, come get me when Gothi is here. Do it quietly, just in case I can get him to fall asleep." Hiccup tells them and the three nod before he turns to ascend the stairs to their loft. Naturally, Toothless follows them up.

Tiny is still wearing his nightwear, nobody dressed him for the day because they expected him to fall ill, so there's no need to change him before bed.

They reach the upper floor and Hiccup puts Tiny on his bed, the boy almost not letting go.

"It's okay, I'm just removing my boot and leg." Hiccup assures him when he sees him pull an expression like he's about to cry again.

Hiccup sits down on the edge next to him to do as he says and removes them. He removes his armor, too, leaving just his tunic and his trousers. Moving further up the bed, he sits with his back against the headboard, a pillow behind him.

"Come here, Vigi" Hiccup tells his son, arms out, and the boy doesn't waste a second before he crawls up onto his lap. With Hiccup wrapping his arms around him again, Tiny buries himself in his father's hold.

Toothless climbs up on the bed and settles at the foot end, tail hanging off the side and lying on the floor. Even now he rarely leaves Hiccup's side and that includes whenever he needs to retreat to somewhere quiet and peaceful with a sick child.

Though still upset and hurting, Tiny takes comfort in this embrace and listens to Hiccup's heartbeat. It's hard to miss with his ear against his parent's chest.

"Gothi will be here soon and when she does, she can tell us what's wrong and we can make the pain go away. You want to hear a story while we wait?" Those were two long sentences for someone Tiny's age, but he recognizes enough words to pick up on what Hiccup asks him and he nods quietly.

"You want to hear a story about your grandpa Stoick? I still have plenty of those, won't run out for at least the foreseeable future." Hiccup suggests and Tiny quietly nods again, hearing "story" and "grandpa" in the same sentence. His face is barely visible in Hiccup's hold.

Toothless watches his Rider expectantly. He's still wearing his saddle and prosthetic when it is clear he and Hiccup won't be taking to the sky today, but someone else can remove it for him later.

"Okay, let me think." Hiccup mutters as he racks his brain over a tale he can tell and sinks a little against the headboard, allowing Vigi to lie a little, so he won't need to sit up.

"I think I've got one. It's about your grandfather and how he met a dragon named Thornado." Hiccup doesn't plan on making the story too detailed or hard to follow, but what truly matters is that he keeps his son entertained until Gothi comes.

Toothless purrs approvingly. As much as he was on the receiving end of Stoick's sudden desire to have a dragon of his own, it is still a good tale to tell.

Barely five minutes pass and Hiccup stops as he gets to the part where the Thunderdrum is officially revealed. Soft snoring comes from the child lying on his chest, who has a stuffed nose.

After a few hours of struggling to sleep, he has finally dozed off and it's part of the reason why Snotlout, Ruff, and Tuff sent for him. It's simply because Vigi has an easier time falling asleep with Hiccup than anyone else on Berk, sometimes even Toothless. And that while the boy's first word after "ma!" was arguably "Oofess!"

Now all that remains is to wait for the village healer and then they can help the poor child treat his ailment.

There is creaking on the stairs and Hiccup looks over to find the three Riders who are still here.

"Is he sleeping?" Snotlout asks, whispering just in case, and Hiccup nods. It's a good thing, that means he can be a little rested before Gothi comes as she will surely have to examine him, something no child or adult really likes.

"Okay, good. We'll be downstairs if you need us." Snotlout tells him and passes the Thorston twins on the way down, minding the noise. Tiny has finally fallen asleep, it's better that they don't wake him up. Babies and toddlers sometimes have sharper ears than you'd expect.

"Bye, Teeny!"

"Bye, Tiny!" Tuff and Ruff each whisper softly and wave before they go down. They don't expect the toddler to return it, but you never know.

Hiccup shakes his head in amusement once they're out of sight.

And now all that is left for him to do is wait. Wait until Gothi comes with Fishlegs and quite possibly Astrid as well. That is, if she doesn't have a list of patients she needs to get through first before she can come to the Haddock Household. The weather is getting colder, which means many Berkians of all ages are bound to get sick.

That means Gothi could quite possibly take a few hours and that Hiccup will be here a little while with a sleeping toddler on his chest that he can't move.

"Hey Bud, can you grab me a book?" Hiccup requests and the Night Fury obliges, getting off the bed to grab the one. He doesn't need to struggle, there's one lying on top of a low bookshelf, which he knows Hiccup has been reading as of late, so he grabs that one.

Hiccup, meanwhile, turns his attention down at the snoring boy. He places a kiss on top of his head, right in that messy head of hair of his.

[evilwriter37]

Whumptober Day 30 - Oops

Rated: teen

Warnings: none

Pairings: Hiccup/Astrid

Word Count: 1,191

Summary: Hiccup is injured and doesn’t want to reveal it to anyone for fear of being doted on.

His chest and side hurt. It hurt to breathe, especially to take a deep breath. Now, it was keeping him awake, restless and aching. 

Hiccup sighed, and that hurt too. He didn’t want to tell anyone he was hurt. There were bruises along his chest and his side, showing the obvious, but if his friends knew he was hurt they would dote over him and not let him do his usual duties. No, he had to pretend he was fine. Besides, it would probably go away in a few days. He just had to power through it, like he did all things.

Hiccup sat up, rubbing at his chest with a grimace. “Toothless, wanna go for a midnight flight?” he asked.

No response. He looked, saw his dragon snoring away on his sleeping stone. Another sigh. It seemed he was alone. Well, he could go and take a walk. He’d bring a knife just in case anything happened, but he doubted that anything would. 

Hiccup put on his prosthetic and his boot, then stood and went looking for a tunic. He slipped one on, belted it, then sheathed a knife through his belt. Now, he was ready for his midnight stroll. 

Hiccup left his hut, followed the trail into the woods. As he walked, he heard a faint sound, like a thunking of something into wood. Curious, he followed it, trying not to put a hand to his chest. The pain was making him short of breath.

He came upon Astrid, throwing her axe at a tree that was already marked with its notches. Hiccup didn’t approached until after the axe was neatly embedded in the tree and away from Astrid’s hand. He’d learned not to surprise anybody with a weapon.

“Good evening, m’lady.”

Astrid whipped around, looking startled. She put a hand to her chest, blew out a sigh. “Oh, Hiccup. It’s just you.”

Hiccup walked over to the tree, pulled out Astrid’s axe with some difficulty due to his injury, and handed it to her. “What are you doing up so late?” Hiccup asked.

“Snotlout said something stupid.” She brushed some hair out of her face.

“Oh?”

“He asked what color hair our babies would have. Blegh.”

Hiccup laughed. “Oh, Snotlout.” He took Astrid by the waist and kissed her on the lips. “Try not to let him get to you.”

“It’s hard,” Astrid responded with a frown. “Now, what are you doing up?”

“Just thinking,” Hiccup lied. 

“About?”

Now, Hiccup was thinking, thinking about a very specific problem. That problem had a name. “Viggo.” 

Astrid handed Hiccup her axe. “Here. Try throwing this. It at least makes me feel better.”

Hiccup didn’t know if he could with his injury, but he didn’t want to back down, didn’t want to show Astrid that he was hurt. 

Astrid backed away, and Hiccup stood where she had been, hefted the axe in his grip, took aim…

He threw, and pain lanced through his body. He fell to one knee with a cry, the axe disappearing into the bushes instead of hitting the tree. He put a hand to his chest, breathing heavily, and oh, that just made it hurt more. 

“Hiccup!” Astrid cried. She crouched by him, put a hand on his shoulder. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, nothing.” Hiccup tried standing, but he felt dizzy. He collapsed to both knees. 

“It’s clearly not nothing,” Astrid said. She put a gentle hand over the one Hiccup had clasped over his chest. “You’re hurt. What happened?”

“Y-you know the other day when we were wrangling Gronckles?” Hiccup asked.

“Mm hm…”

“Well, one got me with its tail. Didn’t mean to, and it seemed stupid to tell anyone I was hurt.”

Astrid sighed heavily. “Hiccup, you should have told someone! Let me have a look.”

Hiccup brushed her hands away. “No. I’m fine.”

Suddenly, Astrid was tearing his shirt up, and by the moonlight, his bruises were visible. There was no color to them in the dark, just dark, mottled spots against pale skin.

“Hiccup…”

“Okay, so, I’m not so fine.”

Astrid gingerly touched one of the bruises, and Hiccup winced. Even just that light contact hurt. She lowered his tunic, then helped him to his feet. “That’s it. We’re getting Fishlegs to look at you.”

“At this hour?”

“At this hour.”

Astrid went and grabbed her axe, then came back to support Hiccup with her other arm. Hiccup wanted to tell her that he didn’t need it, but really, he did. It felt nice to have her there supporting him with all the pain he was in. 

They left the woods and went to Fishlegs’ hut. Astrid slung her axe on her back, then knocked on the door, still supporting Hiccup with her other arm. There was no response, so she knocked again, louder, more insistently.

Finally, after a few more knocks, the door opened to reveal a yawning Fishlegs, hair all disheveled from sleeping.

“What? What is it?”

“Hiccup’s hurt.” She was going to be straight to the point apparently.

“What? How?” Now, Fishlegs seemed more alert. Anything to do with their leader being hurt was not a good situation. 

Hiccup sighed, but then relayed the story about the Gronckles to Fishlegs. He just blinked at him in astonishment.

“And you’re not telling anyone till just now?” Fishlegs asked. He let them in, began lighting lanterns around his space. 

“He didn’t even tell me,” Astrid said. “We were trying axe throwing and it seemed to aggravate his injury. It’s probably a rib.”

They got Hiccup into the hut and sitting in a chair with his tunic off. Fishlegs took a lantern close to him and examined him by the light of it. He poked at a bruise, making Hiccup grimace. Then, Fishlegs set the lantern down, began to feel around Hiccup’s chest and right side, where all the bruising was. Hiccup gritted his teeth over a groan.

“Looks like you slipped a rib,” Fishlegs said.

“Slipped a rib?” Hiccup asked.

“Yeah, it can happen. The rib isn’t exactly out of place. You just need to rest and put ice on it.”

“Oh no,” Astrid said. “How are we going to get Hiccup Haddock to rest?”

“He can stay with me,” Fishlegs offered. “That way I can make sure he does and keep an eye on him.” Fishlegs was the healer on Dragon’s Edge. It only made sense that he’d want Hiccup to stay with him. 

Hiccup was done saying he was fine, done ignoring his injury. His friends had found out anyway. He was hurt, and there was nothing he could do to change that at the moment. 

“Alright, I’ll rest here,” Hiccup said, reaching for his tunic. “But make sure to come get me if there’s any kind of emergency.” These words were directed at Astrid.

“You know I won’t.”

“Yeah, you won’t.”

“Hope you can get some sleep, babe.” Astrid leaned down and gave Hiccup a quick kiss on the lips. 

“You too,” Hiccup told her. “Make sure not to kill Snotlout.”

“I’ll try my best.” Then, Astrid was leaving the hut, and Hiccup was given no choice but to rest. 

[familylightfox]

     If there was one thing that Harmony had never to expect to do, it was argue with her father as she had the last few nights. Their constant back and forth had started to wear on them both. So much so, that the preteen had left the room they had been staying in to spend the night sleeping under the stars.

     By morning, she’d come back inside to try one more time to talk her father into doing what was best for him. She made her way into the workshop and found him sitting on the same metal stool as he always did.

     She hadn’t been expecting him to be carefully taking the filtration mask from Augustus.

     “Daddy?” Just one word was enough for Volt to pause his movements and look over to her. The dark circles under his eyes showing the lack of sleep all the pain had been causing him. Yet, even still, he offered her a pained smile before turning back to take the mask.

     “I thought about what you said pumpkin… You’re right.” Cybernetic fingers held the device carefully as he stood from the chair. The first few unsteady steps came with caution to both Augustus and Harmony as they went to reach out. Volt smiled and made his way to the back of the workshop. Violet eyes lifted from the floor and took in the sight of the chamber ahead of him.

    Every nightmare he ever had involved the very machine in front of him. The horrors of being completely unaware of what was going on around him, frozen in time until he was released… If he was released. It still made his blood run cold as he stared at it. But he still took the last few steps towards it as Tails had just finished the last hookups they needed for it to be undisturbed for the unforeseen future. Off went his boots and only a few more steps put him on the center of the platform.

     Now he turned to face his daughter, giving her a smile. “You’ve grown so much Harmony… I’m proud of you.”

     “Daddy…” Despite herself, Harmony had stepped forward and went to reach out. All Volt could do was raise his hand to stop her,dropping the filtration mask to the ground in the process.

     Cybernetic fingers hesitated, looking to Augustus and Tails for the nod. The already metal limb had been tested enough that he could safely interact with everyone with it, but he hardly wanted to risk more if he could help it. Once he had the confirmation, those same metal fingers gently reached into his daughter’s bangs to brush them out of her tear filled eyes.

     “I need you to be strong, okay. Do what you do best and show Eggman hahah he made a mistake of messing with the Freedom Fighters… with us… okay?” He brushed her bangs one more time before taking the mask again when she bent down to grab it. Their eyes met in that moment, Volt’s own filling with tears despite his best effort.

     “I will daddy.” Harmony could feel her eyes starting to sting as she tried to keep her face from scrunching up. Watching as the filtration mask was secured onto his face by his cybernetic, then allowed the prosthetic limb to be removed by Augustus. At least this way there wouldn’t be a potential damage to it as he slept.

     As the chamber itself began to close, Volt smiled once more behind his mask. “Love you pumpkin Give ‘em hell.”

     The door shut, sealing with a hiss as a greenish fluid filled the tube. It started from Volt’s feet and the further it went, the more Volt’s eyes had begun to drift closed. It lifted him halfway before settling him in the spot where he seemed to float freely, yet nothing moved.

    Silence fell on the room, not a sound. Even from the machines keeping tabs on the hybrid inside. The only thing to break the silence was a hiccup. That one hiccup become a second and Harmony moved forward again. Her hands reaching up to touch the glass as her tears finally spilled down her cheeks. If not for Augustus catching her fingers and pulling her into a hug, she would have held to the chamber. Instead she buried her face into the canine’s magenta sweater, her wails echoing in the room and out into the hallway.

     “Let it out kleiner flaume. Don’t hold it in.” His fingers combed Harmony’s raised quills carefully. “Your papa is safe und ve vill not stop until ve find ze cure. I promise.”

     “I promise too Harmony. We’re going to do everything we can to fix this mess Eggman’s put us in. So do you think you can do me a favor and punch him for me when you guys find him.” Tails made an attempt to lighten the mood, frowning at the hiccup that was muffled around the heavy sweater but he still spotted the subtle nod. Although he really hadn’t been expecting the response that followed.

     “I’m gonna do more than punch ‘im if I get my hands on him… But he’s gonna wish he ain’t never messed with us.”

     “Zat’s ze spirit kleiner flaume… Now, let us get some food. I heard your Antoine vas making pancakes zis morning.” With a little coaxing, the two canines were able to coax Harmony out of the room. A handkerchief was offered and Harmony used it to wipe her face before they made their way into the kitchen area. The preteen avoided some of the concerned gazes and took a seat on one of the nearby stools. Thankfully she was willing to eat the plate set in front of her, pausing only long enough to look up at Sally.

     “I’m gonna call some of our friends and see if they’ll come wit me t’ check out some of the places we haven’t looked fer Eggman at, oki?”

     “Promise me you’ll call us in if you find him and not try to solo him.” Sally’s only stipulation got a nod from the preteen, the forced smile seemed so out of her place on her face as she tried to crack a joke.

     “I ain’t completely like Sonic… I know better than t’ punch Eggman’s nose in on my own.” The small tail wag didn’t help either. “But I ain’t holdin’ back no more.”

      “Just don’t blow anything up like your uncle…”

          “No promises.”

[oncewhenalongtimeago]

If it's not too much trouble, how about a "Sorry, but I Think I Lost Your Plot" where the other dragon riders notice our reader and Hiccup hanging out more often? I love your fics btw ! <3 Feel free to ignore me :)

Sorry, but I Think I Lost Your Plot pt 19

Pairing: Onesided!Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III x Modern!Fem!Reader

Words: 4,160

The ‘fine’ part of ‘Things end up fine, anyways.’

Tags: Time Travel, Reader into Movieverse, Dragons: Defenders of Berk, Race To Fireworm Island, unedited, part two, half-fill

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You stared out at the sea from where you sat next to Hiccup on your own pentagonal slab of rock, your legs crossed, hands in your lap as you stared outwards.

The last you checked, Hiccup was sitting loosely with his elbows hooked over his knees, boot and prosthetic pressed flat against the floor.

It was still somewhat still, though the wind began to pick up slightly, causing small, cold waves to ripple and crash across its surface. 

The hairs on the back of your neck prickled as it did, and the silence between you and Hiccup was rife with an odd feeling which you tracked back to some of the just-barely dry underbrush, making you feel as if, oddly, you were being-

The only other sound was the one made by a grumbling stomach, which at first you nearly mistook for your own, glancing down and then at Hiccup.

He laughed awkwardly, “Yeah, ah-ha, I haven’t eaten since-”

You’d only been there for a few moments but the silence was starting to get weird and uncomfortable. 

Hiccup opened his mouth to speak again, though he was beaten, your own stomach gurgling in response.

“I’ve been, well, I’ve been a bit starved too,” You scuffed your feet against the stone beneath your feet and flushed as you also laughed, before speaking, staring of into the side where cliffs melted back into forest, “You know, I have just the thing.”

Carefully, you unclipped the wrapped cloth sack from around your waist, where it was hanging against your belt, You pulled out your lunch.

A smaller pouch nearly fell off as you did, a small brown thing which you vaguely recognized as having a bit of salt inside.

You weren’t going to use it- You’d already flavored some of the meat earlier after you spent the coin and bought it from the town square.

In any other circumstance, you might have been practically drooling, but this was a serious matter.

And… You could always sacrifice a bit of sandwich for a Hiccup in need. The power of a good sandwich did wonders.

You waved it at him, before noticing the look he had on his face, something stuck between curiosity and satisfaction, before explaining, “I eat at the hall usually, but sometimes I make myself lunch. Afternoon meal.”

No one else really ate lunch on Berk. Turns out that was a modern thing.

You stared down at it, made up of old bread from the Inegrman’s, carrot slices, mustard seeds, cabbage and some mystery meat you’d procured from the market.

It wasn’t much and the meat bits still tasted a bit like whey, but after you’d spent the longest time lunchless, eating the most bland food ever, it felt like heaven.

It made a world of difference.

You pressed into the center with just some cloth separating your nails from the bread as you ripped the sandwich in half.

You pulled the cloth off after and passed one half over to Hiccup, who took it surely.

“Okay- Alright,” Hiccup said inhaling.

He bit into it somewhat apprehensively, and you found it within yourself to be slightly judgemental of his judgment.

“This is good,” Hiccup said, after a moment of chewing, swallowing his first bite.

“Salt,” You managed through another mouthful of sandwich, which you thought spoke volumes.

It didn’t speak of all the volumes, but it spoke plenty.

“Oh,” Hiccup said, grimacing, looking up and focusing off into the distance in a way that told you he wasn’t thinking about your sandwich. Probably wondering why food on Berk was so bad.

He bit into it with a bit more enthusiasm than you’d expected, though not the messy kind you were witness to in the Great Hall from the much older, burlier Vikings.

You wanted to ask if he wanted any more through a mouthful of sandwich. Instead, you focused on chewing.

You vaguely notice the sound of scrambling claws against stone, something you’d gotten used to during your time on Berk.

“Hiccup,” You said, pausing, bringing down the hand holding your makeshift lunch as a small, glowy, orange little figure scurried forwards.

It was a Fireworm, and it had wandered right up to your feet.

“I know,” He responded, sounding definitely happy, “I see it. But-”

Hiccup shook his head, grimacing, before explaining, “Ah, Gods, I left the pliers on Toothless saddle. I can-we can’t pick them up. They’re too hot.”

You glanced at him and saw what was definitely a thinking face on his face, if you’d ever seen one.

The little Fireworm before you did the best it could to stand on its hind legs, its front arms repeatedly falling back onto gray stone, the many  arms in between wiggling as they met air, making an odd sizzling chittering noise all the while.

Its large throat shifted as it spoke, a lot like a frog, small, beady, pupil-less eyes blinking in a way that was uncomfortable but oddly cute?

“Fireworms, they’re-” Hiccup paused, watching the dragon intently, “They’re scavengers. So, this one-”

“It wants a piece of my sandwich?” You asked, waving your finger above the little guy as he danced.

You looked down at your own sandwich, before bringing your hand back to break off a piece of bread for the little guy. It was like feeding Terrors, except you were pretty sure bread would give them indigestion.

You had to shift back slightly, holding the piece of bread in a pinch and scooting back as the little fireworm curled and bowed and tried to crawl closer, eager for the meager little piece of bread.

Before you could drop the piece, you paused, holding it in the air, looking towards Hiccup, “I- Would it-he? Be alright if I-”

Then you paused again.

It seemed Hiccup was busy with his own corral of dragons as a few more Fireworms peeked up and around the geometric slabs of rock, looking at Hiccup like an eager flock of chickens or a bunch of extra mini lizards.

He looked at you, his legs crossed too, sitting carefully as the Fireworms came to sniff at his legs and nose around the area he held his sandwich, limp in his arms with both hands, “It should be fine. They- even if he didn't like it, the worst it would give him is a stomachache. Besides, I don’t think they’re eating any of the sandwich. Not yet.”

“Really?” As you looked back, you noticed a few more surrounding you, one particularly large Fireworm crawling over a flat ridge, nearly emotionless, still face staring intently at you.

You startled, yelping and turning your attention back to your hands as the first Fireworm fell back, having jumped at your fingers, grabbing for the bread pinch in your fingertips and missing, burning your pointer finger and causing it to loosed slightly before reflexively jerking together.

The first little dragon seemed a bit frustrated in a sort of sad way, as he wriggled on the ground and righted himself, put out as more Fireworms began to gather, smaller and more emotive than the rest, which you noticed with a sort of optimistic chagrin.

You glanced towards Hiccup as he frowned slightly at all the dragons beginning to surround the two of you, slowly beginning to stand up then back at your little fireworm, who was now surrounded by a bunch of larger small ones.

He was the first to make a move and yet he hadn’t gotten a piece. So the littlest one was the first one to make a choice. To approach both you and Hiccup and feel the two of you out and then, to make the big, crazy, going-to-walk-up-to-the-people decision. 

You smiled a little, brighter than ever.

It reminded you of someone.

You made sure to rip off another, bigger piece of bread, handing it over to him as an apology, quickly and directly, chest lighter as he began to clumsily scurry away, with enthusiasm, “Sorry for the wait.”

Then you blinked. You noticed vaguely that Hiccup did the same, laughing nervously and tossing dragons a few small pieces of your sandwich. 

The two of you were surrounded by Fireworms, begging like blank-faced small, furry creatures in a pet shop window.

You got up, backing slowly away, edging as much backwards as you could as the little dragons converged on you. You weren’t sure exactly where you were headed but you knew you should probably not be there. 

You could feel the heat of the fireworms as they got closer, burning brightly, getting more intense as each new Fireworm joined their ranks. 

You had no idea how they could mess around the foliage and not set everything on fire. 

You backed up until your shoulders hit something furry, causing you to nearly start.

It was Hiccup’s coat. 

You jerked to the side, pulling your eyes away from the fireworms, realizing that you and Hiccup had backed into each other.

Hiccup did the same, before looking down at the Fireworms with both wonder and mild apprehension, “They’re… glowing. Brighter, I mean.”

“Do you think this’ll be enough for Hookfang?” You asked, resisting the urge to laugh nervously. You two were closer to the treeline now, at the edge of an area which you thought might be too damp for them to be comfortable.

You grabbed down for something without looking, your back nearly to the trees, fireworms still scrambling around. 

It was with glee that you let go of the last piece of your sandwich to a little Fireworm that had attached itself to your boot.

Another scrambled across the mostly empty floor, tiny claws scratching against grass and stone.

You picked at it with a stick, gently.

It stuck to the stick, clinging to it with one of many hands before falling off and skittering away.

You glanced up to where Hiccup was watching the little guy go with what looked like a lost expression on his face, “I wasn’t sure how we were going to get them all back, anyways…”

You considered trying to hold a Fireworm between your stick and another earlier, like you were using chopsticks, but when you’d had to replace your old one- it set on fire- you decided it was probably better to try and lead it by the sandwich.

You fell to the ground again, which was very, very clear besides a few lingerers, with a sigh of relief.

After the two of you showed your empty hands, it was like the group of them seemed to dissipate, quickly dissolving into the bushes.

“Where are they all going?” You asked curiously.

“I don’t know,” Hiccup responded under his breath, as the last little Fireworm, a particularly wiggly faithful guy, dancing sideways and undulating its body like a frond of pond weed, scuttled proudly away into the bushes with two whole pieces, both from you.

“Do you think we can follow…?” You asked, half mumbling, and very optimistic. The ‘them to more,’ remained unsaid.

The two of you looked at each other.

The Fireworm crawled quickly down the cliffs, both you and Hiccup scrambling to follow.

You waved your arms as you struggled to balance, Hiccup skidding and bending forward precariously as he leapt from one basalt column to another.

Hiccup had the lead earlier, but you soon overtook him as his prosthetic got stuck between two rocks, Hiccup ushering your forwards as you sprinted and he tugged his foot free.

His prosthetic made a noise, the sound of metal on rock and the grinding of the spring mechanism of his prosthetic every time it hit stone.

It was a few moments more before you reached mostly flat ground, again tiled by those now familiar geometric shapes, 

You were running along a large ledge in the side of a cliff, and you did your best to keep up, coming to a stop as the Fireworm scuttled forwards.

You skidded to a stop, lungs burning and heart pounding, limbs sore, looking up and it disappeared into a huge cave, its entrance looking like a huge, wide crack in the cliff face. 

“So, we follow it in?” You asked as the two of you stared down into the cave.

It had gotten pretty fast near the end, probably frightened by the two of you running full speed after it.

Hiccup skidded to a stop right beside you, panting and bending over slightly, chest moving as yours did.

You could still feel your heart pounding in your ears.

“Yeah, I… I guess so,” Hiccup said, slowly standing up straight, “I think this might be it.”

Fireworms were bright, right? 

You should be able to spot it in the darkness of the cave. It couldn’t have gotten too far.

But, no. It was dark. Really, really dark. And as you stepped forwards into the darkness, the light behind you fading into nothing, it only got darker.

Your boots tapped against the stone, your only anchor being the sound of Hiccup’s prosthetic as it squeaked in the darkness and the vague idea of where he was, which you could only discern through his body heat and the occasional brush of his fur vest against your arm.

“Are we lost?” You asked, in barely a whisper.

You blinked, though you were hit by a feeling of unease as you were greeted by the sight of nearly nothing when you opened them. The open space around you, covered by complete darkness, only succeeded in making the cave feel cavernous and eerie. 

As you walked, you wondered what Hiccup was thinking, his arm bumping into yours. You resisted the urge to grab onto his it, sticking close as lint.

It was much colder here than anywhere else, the hall, cavern, whatever else frigid and yet incredibly dry.

And as you went, slowly, steadily grew the sound of buzzing, an ominous, quiet, continuous yet high pitched mumble.

“I…” Hiccup started, then stopped.

You jerked back uneasily, not registering it until a moment later, halfway between a step forwards, shifting your weight backwards.

You noticed, just barely, that you could make out the end of the tunnel.

It was a considerable improvement from the moment before, where everything was washed over by an inky blackness.

There was a light at the end of the tunnel. Though, as you recalled the yellow light of the outside, you doubted your path would lead you to an exit.

Slowly, the two of you crept towards the light, and as you grew closer, it became clearer.

Your source of light was a long, thin crack in the rock. You could just make out a stone floor on the other side of it, but you couldn’t tell much else. It was just wide enough to fit a Fireworm comfortably and a teen you uncomfortably if you turned to the side.

You stood aimlessly in front of the crack in the wall, meeting eyes with Hiccup, whose green eyes became a muddied brown, washed over with orange light. 

“So…” You began, feeling the beginnings of a pit of dread in your stomach.

You thought now would be the opportune time for a, ‘ladies first,’ and was pleasantly surprised when hiccup responded with something else.

“I’ll go first,” Hiccup nodded.

Hiccup scooted forwards, going first, sliding through a narrow space in the wall, where the light was brightest.

“Hiccup?” You called lightly.

“It’s-it’s safe,” He said. His voice was faint with a hint of what sounded like stun.

Apprehensively, you began to scoot in after him, wincing as your eyes adjusted to the sudden light, dim though it was. 

When you saw what was inside, you couldn’t do anything but gasp and stumble forwards, coming to stand besides Hiccup a little further away in the cavern.

It was incredible. 

It was like a giant beehive. 

If the cave leading inwards felt cavernous, you weren’t sure what this was.

There must have been a million of them.

Tiny Fireworms crawled along the walls, moving up and down incredibly large honeycomb walls, glowing and flickering and buzzing.

You could spot a few, newly returned, sharing the fruits of their ‘hunt,’ dividing small sandwich bits into even tinier pieces.

Each comb came together to form a dizzying pattern.

The whole island underneath must have been carved out and reinforced, pasted together to make this.

There were parts of the cave that faded into gray stone and darkness; The entrance you crawled into must not and really could not have been the only one, and this could not have been the only cavern. 

The corner of your eye was drawn to a movement in the hexes, a low, barely perceptible rumbling filling your ears.

She was curling around one of the many red-washed rocks jutting from the floor in the middle of the cavern.

A glowing orange and yellow dragon with the same large throat as the small Fireworms, radiating heat like a small sun, with eyes saturated to the reddest degree you had ever seen. 

Hiccup exhaled, tilting his head to the side as his mouth quirked up at the corners, taking in the sights around you.

“Hiccup,” You tapped his arm, calling warningly.

You backed up slowly, matching steps with Hiccup yet again until you nearly hit a wall of comb.

One of your boots got caught on something for a moment and you glanced down and up again, the floor beneath you covered by a sticky, thick sheen of something. Was it honey?

You looked at Hiccup, who glanced to his side. 

You were too far away to run away through the cave, your exit block and your space crowded by the large dragon.

“The Fireworm Queen?” Hiccup asked, still sounding sort of awed. 

The large dragon got onto its hind legs, many clawed arms flexing and swaying surely in the air, in great contrast to her many children.

In the moment, all you could think about is if any of these Fireworms were ever larvae?

“Wait, hold on, I can-...” He trailed off like he had come to some sort of realization. Glancing at his face, eyes wide and mouth slightly open, you half expected him to shout, ‘Eureka!’

You breathed shakily, crouched slightly as you listened to the sound of skin shifting against fabric.

“Leftovers from paint making,” Hiccup shrugged his hand out of the wrappings around his waist, revealing a handful of slightly dull red-orange scales. 

You saw them in your periphery, took in some details through a half-glance, though both of your eyes and Hiccups were still trained mostly on the Fireworm Queen, “I grabbed a few just before… Just before he started graying.”

The two of you laughed together in celebration, panting as your sprint brought you back onto the cliffs where you’d taken lunch and then had lunch taken.

It was easy to get back out with the glow of the honeycomb to guide you.

You were just glad that everything seemed to have worked out well.

You stopped, panting, beaming at him, and he beamed back, laughing into the wind as the sky got darker.

You calmed down, and you could see his focus change through his expression from, ‘we got the honeycomb,’ to 'how are we going to get this back?’

You glanced around, looking at the sea and the sun, just beginning to wash the world in pinks, spotting a few dots along the sky for what was the second time that day.

“Look-look!” You shouted joyfull, grabbing into his arm. 

“Is that…?” Hiccup asked, as you cheered, the bright blue and yellow dot growing lighter until it was larger than the both of you.

You scramble back to make space, a healthy distance away, a bit farther than Hiccup, though not too far.

You were closer to the treeline than not as Stormfly landed, claws outstretched, ready to dig into the grooves along the cliff.

“I didn’t know Stormfly could track this far,” Astrid said from a distance, looking suspiciously down at her dragon.

“Astrid!” Hiccup had calmed down considerably by the time she landed, though he was alight with what you imagined to be another kind of joy, the same kind that lit your chest as your hope for Hookfang was restored, “I can’t- find Toothless. Can you-?”

You watched Hiccup’s furred, vested back as he and Astrid focused their attention on each other.

Astrid looked down on Hiccup from above, the wind, growing colder, blew in from behind her, causing her hair to wave wildly, albeit with a graceful quality you never saw outside of movies. It was a beautiful sight.

Stormfly below did her best to look back up at her rider, tongue flicking in her mouth, neck undulating as she began chirping deep in her throat.

“What-?” Astrid asked, looking incredulously down at Hiccup, “Where have you been all day? We’ve been searching for you! We don’t have time to-!”

“Astrid!” Hiccup said again’

“Again, what?”

You blinked watchfully. You were still riding off the high of getting the comb. You didn't have the mind to be concerned about the love interests not doing love interest things.

Hiccup held up his hand, where the still-glowing comb was carefully cradled, “Think you can get this back to Snotlout and Hookfang?”

Astrid’s eyes widened as she showed what you might’ve called a star on someone else startled on Stormfly’s saddle, as if she’d just noticed the comb there.

It was bright along one side and you worried for a moment that it would begin to drip and ooze. Would it be able to withstand the trip back to Berk unscathed?

She looked down at it sternly, before nodding, extending her hand downwards, “Give it to me.”

Before she could grab it, though, you stepped forwards.

“Wait-” You said, as Hiccup was mid hand-over. Quickly, you brought your hands back to your belt where you’d clipped the cloth you’d used to hold your lunch earlier.

Quickly, you shook out any remaining crumbs and you gestured for the honeycomb.

Astrid, it seemed, immediately got what you were going for, backing up on Stormfly, causing her dragon to stand at full height as you began to grab the honeycomb from Hiccup. 

You held the cloth in your hands and carefully grabbed the free side comb, wrapping it up clumsily as it stood half-held by Hiccup, who then retracted his hand, and half supported by your other palm underneath.

Astrid eyes the two of you carefully as you did, eyes narrowing though not necessarily with any malice. A bit of suspicion, maybe.

“You want this back later?” Astrid asked, finally, after a moment of silence, as Hiccup carefully grabbed back the honeycomb and handed it up to her.

“It’s alright,” You said, before continuing matter-of-factly “I can probably come get it next time I go up to Hofferson House.”

She raised her brow, “Do either of you need a ride?”

Hiccup looked at you, as if asking for directions. To that, you shrugged.

“Stormfly will probably be faster without the extra weight,” he decided, to which you agreed privately. The need for speed was essential, “Is Hookfang…?”

“Not doing well,” Astrid nodded, “I’ll send someone back for you later.”

You could tell the moment she kicked Stormfly off, shifting her weight back and bending slightly forwards, moving her knees against Stormfly’s side in a way that caused her to bow again and crouch her legs. 

She spread her wings wide, tail spikes flexing.

The few hardy, strong wingbeats of Stormfly blew back your tunic, sending sticks and leaves flying.

As Stormfly launched into the sky, you had to cover your face with your arms. Shaking yourself off once you stopped feeling the force of the wind on your chest.

As you settled, back straight, you watched them disappear into the skyline.

Hiccup, too, watch next to you, looking very satisfied.

You hoped the honeycomb reached Hookfang and Snotlout safely.

You noticed they had been out and about a lot recently.

Snotlout would definitely be happy to see it.

You hoped you didn’t stunt his character growth or something. You felt like it might have been a good learning experience for him, though maybe he’d learned enough already. 

He seemed pretty distraught over Hookfang.

You made a confused noise in the back of your throat which you were sure was lost in the wind.

The sea began to pick up slightly as it did and you were reminded of the light chill in the air as the sky grew from orange to darker, and you were reminded of the oncoming night.

Standing with his hands on his waist, hair blowing back like he was having some sort of wise movie come to Jesus moment.

You joined him staring out at the warm, saturated reds and pinks and oranges of the mostly set sun. 

You wondered if trees were comfortable to sleep in.

“So, I guess we have to set up camp, now?” 

[strawberry-skies-xx]

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day 1-3 | hypothermia/out in the cold | @whump-advent-calendar​

summary: Hiccup swears under his breath, then shivers and grimaces. Note to self: never decide to use the cover of snow for an attack, he thinks bitterly, looking around frantically for somewhere to hide, any direction to go that wouldn’t be putting himself right in the Hunters’ path. He isn’t even sure what direction they’re coming from.

word count: 2792

tags: hiccup/astrid, hypothermia, hurt hiccup, hurt/comfort, happy ending

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Stupid. This is the worst plan Hiccup had ever come up with, and that’s in a long history of “worst” plans that usually ended up working out very well.

This one, however, had gone wrong, and it had gone very wrong, and it didn’t seem to be looking better.

It didn’t seem to be looking anything, really, because Hiccup can’t see. The snow falls thickly, obscuring everything from view. Underneath his feet - his freezing feet, his metal leg is ice cold and the only thing stopping it from transferring it to his actual leg is the wood between his leg and the prosthetic, and even that is cold - the snow rises to just below knee height, hindering his movements. He has no fur coat, nothing but his leather armor and his one boot, both of which the cold is sinking quickly into.

The only good thing about this is that if he can’t see, the Hunters can’t either, and that buys him some time.

If the cold doesn’t kill me first, he thinks morbidly, shivering with his arms wrapped around himself.

Toothless was somewhere; Hiccup had lost him when they’d both gone down, crashing into a thick copse of trees and getting separated when they landed. He’d searched for several minutes, following the sound of Toothless’s roars, but the snow was far too thick to see in and he’d realized he was nowhere near his dragon. So now, he is walking simply to find somewhere to get warm - he’s no use to Toothless dead.

The trees had ended behind him, and all Hiccup can see is endless white - white snow, gray-white sky, white falling snow, white snow-covered hills in the distance, white snow-covered trees in front of the hills. He’s getting rather sick of the color, and is imagining red and orange flames, violet plasma blasts, anything warm that he can think of. It’s really not helping very much.

He can feel himself slowing, mind getting fuzzy and legs dragging slower and slower through the snow, and he knows this is the beginning of hypothermia. He has no idea how long he’s been out here, the world being suspended in an eternal state of dull gray sunlight and falling snow, but apparently it’s long enough for the cold to start really affecting him. He has to keep going, though - if he stops now, there’s no doubt that he’ll die, but he might find a cave he can shelter in.

And then he hears a stick snap, and the voices come from off to his right.

“I saw the Haddock boy go down with that dragon of his.”

“We can barely see out here. He could’ve flown off already and we’d be freezing our asses off for nothing.”

“Viggo would give us a reward if we captured him, though. He’s said so himself.”

There’s a distant grumble, and then a reluctant, “Fine. We’ll keep searching.”

Hiccup swears under his breath, then shivers and grimaces. Note to self: never decide to use the cover of snow for an attack, he thinks bitterly, looking around frantically for somewhere to hide, any direction to go that wouldn’t be putting himself right in the Hunters’ path. He isn’t even sure what direction they’re coming from.

It’s all white, endless gods-damned white. Hiccup groans in frustration. “Think, Hiccup, think,” he mutters under his breath, but his thoughts are fuzzy and it’s hard to make his mouth move. He’s already forgetting the words that the Hunters said, that they’re even after him - he swears again. His hypothermia is worse than he thought, he thinks briefly, with effort, before that thought disappears and he shivers.

He picks a direction and runs as fast as he can in the thick snow. He’s helped only by the fact that one of his legs is metal - if both feet were freezing and affected by hypothermia like one is, he’s sure he would’ve been even slower. As it is, he feels like he isn’t running at all, and it’s far too much effort to keep the thought of run in his mind long enough to keep going. He’s lucky he doesn’t pick the direction the Hunters are in.

The voices echo behind him, getting fainter. Hiccup keeps running, dragging his feet through the heavy snow, forcing himself to remember the reason he’s doing this, that he has to.

The minutes drag on; his mind gets fuzzier. Run.

He forgets why he’s running, barely moves fast enough to be considered a proper walk, but he has to run.

An indeterminable amount of time passes like this, Hiccup’s mind and body slowing until he feels like he’s about to collapse and the final thought of run finally slips away from him. He’s surrounded by white, now, as he keeps moving for no reason at all, and he’s so, so cold. His whole body is ice, though he’s stopped shivering and has his arms still wrapped around himself, though it’s useless at this point.

He wonders why he doesn’t just stop and collapse, why he keeps going. It seems like a good idea, to just sink into the cold and the darkness threatening to overtake him. He’d be warmer in the darkness, he thinks, wouldn’t have to keep going through his overwhelming exhaustion.

He almost does - feels himself slow until he almost stops, feels his legs almost give out - until he sees something moving in the white, something dark. Whatever part of his mind is still coherent forces him to keep going, walking towards the black shape until he breaks through the snow and stumbles into a cave.

He falls, using too much effort to walk through the snow and not slowing his momentum fast enough when the snow abruptly ends. The stone is cold against his skin - but he can’t feel it, anyway, his entire body is numb. Something in him is satisfied at the fact that he found the cave, though he can’t remember why, and he relaxes right on the ground.

The darkness is welcoming, even in the cave. Hiccup feels a little warmer, sheltered from the snow, and he’s so tired. He just goes limp where he lays, a few feet in the cave, and lets exhaustion overtake him, unconsciousness rising quickly to drag him down.

Toothless whines as he and Astrid walk through the storm, tail flicking. He looks up at Astrid when Stormfly stops, losing Hiccup’s scent in the deep snow, and gives a quiet, worried whimper.

Astrid frowns, shivering in her fur coat and putting a hand on Toothless’s scales. “We’ll find him, Toothless,” she says, reassuring him as well as herself. They’ve been searching for hours, the Riders following her and Toothless and keeping warm by the heat of their dragons - and now, even the dragons are getting cold.

Toothless whines and sniffs at the snow, pawing at it and then looking up into the dense snowfall. All the tracks Hiccup might have made have been covered by the snow, and they don’t even know if he was captured by Hunters before he made it to a cave - or before he… well. She’s not going to think about that.

Stormfly chirps and makes her own low whining noise, feet shifting in the snow as she sniffs at it and comes up with nothing. Astrid wants to cry, her hope slowly dying as they keep searching and Stormfly loses the faint scent of Hiccup’s trail. It’s been hours, she thinks despairingly. She doesn’t know how long he could’ve survived on his own - which means he’s either captured by Hunters or- or-

No. Hiccup isn’t- that. He’s the most stubborn person she knows, he’s not gone. He’s not gone.

Her hands curl into fists and she feels spiteful anger rise in her. She starts walking, forcefully moving through the snow. Toothless follows reluctantly behind her, giving a curious whine.

“Uh, Astrid? Where are you going? Stormfly lost the scent,” Tuffnut says confusedly from behind her.

Astrid glares at the snow and keeps going. “We’re obviously going in the right direction. We need to find Hiccup, so I’m going to keep searching. You can stay behind if you want,” she replies - a little too harsh, but she’s worried and she lashes out when she’s worried. Especially when there’s the possibility that Hiccup is- is dying. Not already- not that yet, but dying. He’s not gone. She would’ve felt it.

After a moment, she hears the dragons huff and the other Riders follow behind her, fanning out a little to search in every direction. They’re reluctant to go far, for fear of losing each other like they lost Hiccup, but they at least look all around them.

It seems like forever that they’re searching when Stormfly perks up, chirping and running lightly on the snow. Toothless follows a bit slower, and Astrid struggles to keep up with them. “Guys! Stormfly found something!” she calls back to the other Riders.

In a few minutes, Astrid stumbles onto stone when the snow abruptly ends and she’s covered by the roof of a cave. Toothless whines and nudges at something in the dark, circling around it. Stormfly opens her mouth and holds a low flame, dimly illuminating the cave.

Orange light plays over Hiccup’s unconscious form right by Astrid’s feet, and she gasps when she sees him. A thin layer of snow covers his feet and legs from when the wind changed direction, and his lips are a worrying shade of blue. She crouches down and brushes off the snow from his legs - his prosthetic foot is ice cold, and his armor is cold as well. Even his skin is cold, as she takes his hand and squeezes it.

Blood rushes into his hand when she does, coloring the pale skin a light red. Toothless whimpers and nuzzles underneath his hand, pressing his body up against him and curling around. Hiccup doesn’t respond; Astrid shoves down the panic and presses her fingers to his throat, feeling for a pulse.

It’s slow, far too slow for it to be normal, but eventually she hears a thud-thud beneath her fingers and she almost sobs in relief. He’s alive, he’s alive, she thinks desperately to herself to calm the panic.

Toothless nudges his nose under Hiccup’s body and Astrid nods, standing up. “You’re right, Toothless,” she says. She unclips Toothless’s saddle to get better heat from his scales and helps him drape Hiccup over his back, laying him on his back down Toothless’s body. She leads him further into the cave so Toothless can lay down carefully, keeping Hiccup on him.

She turns to the other Riders. “Does anyone have a light?”

Snotlout holds his lantern out and she takes it, setting it down in the middle of the area she’s designated. “Alright. Hookfang and Barf and Belch,” she turns to the dragons, who give answering noises, realizing how bad the situation is, “can you put your wings up to block the wind?”

Hookfang growls and rumbles, stepping back a little and onto his hind legs, spreading his wings to cover the entire length of the cave. Barf and Belch look at each other, then follow Hookfang’s lead, moving in front of him and raising their wings a bit lower to cover the open bottom edges of Hookfang’s wingspan over the cave.

Astrid smiles at them in thanks and looks around at their little area. It’s a small cave in the first place, and she doesn’t want to have to heat up too big of an area.

She walks over to Hiccup, picking up his hands and raising them. “Stormfly?”

Stormfly chirps and walks over, opening her mouth and holding another low flame. She puts herself near Hiccup’s hands, enough to feel the heat, and Astrid rubs his skin a little as she holds them, feeling warmth slowly return.

The other Riders have sat down against the far wall of the cave. Astrid turns away from Stormfly, letting go of Hiccup’s hands. Stormfly starts moving her mouth up and down Hiccup’s body, close enough for him to feel the heat, like a fire, but far enough it won’t burn him.

“Fishlegs, can you stand guard with Meatlug and tell us if anyone is coming? We shouldn’t have to be here long, not with Stormfly and Toothless warming Hiccup up, but we can’t leave and fly in the cold with him like this.”

Fishlegs nods, glancing over at Hiccup. There’s a dark, determined look in his eyes when he walks away, Barf and Belch folding their wing in to allow him to pass. Astrid turns to Snotlout and the twins when she’s finished, then glances at Hiccup.

Suddenly, there’s nothing to do. She can’t do anything else to help Hiccup, and the cave is as heated up as it can be with one lantern and two dragons blocking the wind and wayward drifting snow. It makes her feel a little lost, a little helpless, and she paces with the feeling. She hates feeling helpless, even if she knows she did everything she could to help Hiccup by the glances she gives up at Toothless and Stormfly every few minutes.

It’s a long, torturous hour that they wait, Astrid growing more restless and Snotlout and the twins’ bored antics only agitating her further. Even their antics have an edge of desperation to them, an edge of too-much-distraction that comes when the thoughts of something worse is beating at the edges, threatening to take over. The dragons shift restlessly too, Stormfly taking a break from holding a flame to guard the cave while Hookfang moves his head slowly up and down above Hiccup’s body, fire held in his mouth. Toothless whimpers concernedly, head twisting back to look at Hiccup.

Finally, they hear him stir. Toothless’s head snaps back instantly, and Hookfang leans back, still holding a flame in his mouth. Astrid, Snotlout, and the twins all go silent, looking up.

“Hiccup?” Snotlout asks tentatively, the first real sign he’s shown that he’s as scared for Hiccup as Astrid is.

There’s a cough, then a pained groan, and Hiccup’s head lifts. Toothless warbles and whines, trying to nudge at Hiccup without knocking him off his back and failing.

Hookfang steps back, letting Astrid rush over to Hiccup as he tries rolling onto his side and help him down without falling. He lands unsteadily on his feet, and Astrid helps hold him up as he leans against her.

“Hiccup, how are you feeling?” she asks when he’s quiet, simply staring at the ground.

“Not…” he stops, and she waits. He holds up one hand, slowly flexing his still-cold fingers, and tries again. “Not… terrible,” he gets out, as if it was difficult to say.

She nods. “Okay, do you think you can fly Toothless? I’m sorry, but we really need to get out of here. We’re still in Hunter territory.”

She hates doing this, but he’ll be able to warm up for longer at the Edge, and there will be no threat of the Hunters finding them. The sooner they fly back, the better Hiccup will be in the long run.

He nods slowly, again after a long pause. “Yeah,” he says slowly, voice slightly slurred. She frowns in concern, but walks him over to the wall where he sits down and turns back to start strapping Toothless’s saddle back on.

She finishes a few minutes later, helping Hiccup back onto Toothless. He can barely sit up, and she frowns deeper. “Hiccup, what if I ride with you? That’ll keep you warmer. Stormfly can fly on her own.”

Hiccup’s brow furrows for a moment and then he nods, his eyes drifting shut. Astrid climbs behind him, wrapping her arms around him and pulling him back against her chest. He leans against her, almost limp in her arms, and Toothless stands up, looking back with a concerned whimper.

“He’ll be fine, Toothless,” Astrid says, and smiles when Hiccup’s hand twitches, rubbing back and forth on Toothless’s scales.

The other Riders have already gone to their dragons, Snotlout extinguishing his lantern, and Fishlegs has gotten the message too. They all turn and take off into the still falling snow, barely able to see but warm with their dragons and Hookfang on fire in the middle of them, relying on their dragons’ innate sense of direction.

It’s a while before Astrid notices Hiccup has fallen asleep against her, foot locked into holding the prosthetic tailfin in place. He’s breathing steadily and still with cold skin, but it’s not ice cold like before and his pulse is stronger. She smiles, feeling the final edges of panic recede and a calm peace fall over her, pulling Hiccup closer to her.

He’s okay. He’s alive. They’ll all be okay.

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[shipmistress9]

HW2020 -- 7: A ‘Moonlit Flight’

Part 7 (and last) of my Hiccstrid Week 2020 And also kind of my birthday present to Hiccup 😜

M-rated

RTTE-canon-verse

As a couple now, Hiccup and Astrid enjoy spending time alone. But when Astrid suggests going a step further, Hiccup understands the implied meaning all too well.

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The famous Moonlit Flight... This might or might not be what you expect now. To make this clear: this ficlet does not take place in the episode Dawn Of Destruction but a good time before that. ;)

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"Hey, Ruff! Haven’t you noticed? The sun is setting already!"

Ruff looked up at Fishlegs, frowning. "So what?"

"You know exactly what!" Fishlegs exclaimed. "It's your and Tuff's turn to check the coast for any signs of hunters landing on the island tonight. Where is he? You've got to go now if you want to still be able to see anything."

"Uh…" Ruff looked around the clubhouse for her clearly absent brother. "How am I supposed to know where he is? Probably trying to teach Chicken to breathe fire or something."

Fishlegs threw his hands up in clear frustration. "Great! Why do we even have a plan for the division of work when nobody follows it anyway?"

Over in his corner, Hiccup watched the conversation with a slight frown. Maybe putting Fishlegs in charge of dividing duties hadn't been his best idea… But then, the twins wouldn't follow such a plan no matter who was in charge there. Not even Astrid…

"Oh, for Odin's sake!" said blonde groaned. "You two are unbelievable. Hiccup and I will do the patrol tonight, but then someone else has to cook dinner."

Grumbling, Ruff huffed but gave her a lazy thumbs up as Astrid passed her and left the clubhouse. "Yeah, whatever. I can do that."

"Oh, thank Odin! Another day without Astrid's cooking," Snot muttered in relief.

Rolling his eyes at his cousin, Hiccup followed Astrid in a hurry. At first, he thought she might have heard Snot’s comment and be angry given the hast she seemed to be in. But when he finally caught up to her at the stables, she was still in a good mood – surprisingly good even.

"So, we’re doing the patrol?” he asked carefully, his lips twitching. 

“Yep,” Astrid replied as she saddled Stormfly, smiling. “And you better hurry. I have plans!”

Having an idea about what those plans could be, Hiccup wasted no time in following her. They had their routine for checking the island down, each inspecting their set of beaches and other spots a ship or boat could land on. 

Once he was sure nobody who wasn’t supposed to was on their island, Hiccup flew to their usual meeting place: a well-hidden cave in the side of the mountain. Stormfly was already waiting outside, greeting them with a happy trill. That meant Astrid would already be waiting for him, too. Smiling and with his heart pounding in anticipation, Hiccup went looking for her. 

Since their friends knew that he and Astrid were a couple, kissing her every now and then where they theoretically could be seen around their huts wasn't much of an issue anymore. But doing more than kissing where any of their friends could barge in on them at any moment wasn't something either of them felt comfortable with. Especially the twins had no sense of privacy whatsoever. It had been Astrid who'd discovered this cave and had first brought him here. By now, it had become their regular hideaway – complete with blankets to cover the hard ground and to keep them warm.

“So, what are these plans you have?” he asked, looking around the dimly-lit cave to find her. There was a hole in the ceiling, but even with dusky light falling in, it was considerably darker than outside. Astrid approached him from the side, and all he could make out was that she’d apparently already taken off her shoulder pads before he got thoroughly distracted by her mouth on his own. 

“You’ll see,” she mumbled against his lips. Her hands were in his hair before Hiccup could even react, and he didn’t resist as she pulled him over to the pile of blankets. It would have been pointless anyway. Gods, he loved how strong she was.

Within no time at all, he was sitting on the ground, Astrid straddling his hips without any hesitation. Once, there had been more insecurities between them, but by now, most of them were gone. His arms wrapped around her, held her close as her fingernails scraping over his scalp made his whole body tingle. With every passing moment, their kisses grew firmer and more hungry, little gasps for air the only sounds echoing off the walls. 

His hands wandered beneath her tunic, caressing her sides, hot over bare skin, and ventured on to her breasts. Rough thumbs rasped over sensitive nippels, and as always, it made her moan and press more firmly into his touch. Oh, yes, all shyness and awkwardness between them had faded long ago. They knew how the other one looked naked, had touched and explored each other’s bodies thoroughly, knew which small and innocent-looking gesture could make the other one hot and aroused. 

And, Gods, did he love her, every part of her. Her fierceness, her beauty, her strength. She always knew what she wanted and wasn’t ashamed to let him know in no uncertain ways. With her hands firmly buried in his hair and her back arched into his hands on her breasts, her hips ground down against his growing erection, searching, demanding. His trousers became uncomfortably tight, pulsing against where he could feel her so hot against him. 

Eager to feel more of her, Hiccup let one hand glide down between them. Only now did he notice that she’d also taken off her boots and leggings before, but it didn’t really surprise him. When it came to the physical aspects of their relationship, Astrid was just as eager as he was, maybe even more. 

She let out a needy moan when his hand caressed her thigh, slowly wandering to where she really wanted to be touched. Then it was on him to moan when his fingers found her bare and wet beneath her studded skirt, his cock twitching in its confinement. Hushing it to wait a little longer, he began to play her body like he’d done so many times before. She would make it worth the wait; she always did. 

Slowly, he caressed her, fingers gliding over sensitive skin and occasionally brushing or pinching her swollen clit. Too slowly, judging by her impatient whining, her hips grinding down even harder in search of his touch. But Hiccup drew it out, watching the beautiful Valkyrie writhe in his lap. He just loved to stoke that heat inside her, to push her higher and higher, until watching her fall apart in his arms became the ultimate reward. 

When he felt like keeping her waiting any longer might cause him bodily harm, he gave in though. With practised ease, he slipped two fingers inside her and stroked her in the way he’d learned she liked best, fingers inside her curled as his thumb kept stroking her clit. Astrid arched her back with a lewd little cry, rolling her hips to ride his fingers more potently, and Hiccup was once more awestruck at how beautiful she looked like this, caught in the throes of passion, even in the ever-growing darkness of the night. So free and unrestrained, almost ethereal even as her hair, usually a rich gold, seemed to glow silver in the moonlight.

He knew that she was close when her fingers dug deeply into his shoulders, those last moments always so intense that he nearly came just from watching her. But instead of urging him to go on as she usually did, her hand suddenly dropped down to his. 

"Wait," she gasped.

Hiccup stilled instantly. "Did I hurt you?" he asked, worried.

Astrid shook her head. "No, you didn't," she assured him breathlessly, then bit her lip. "It's just… I'm ready for more."

It took him a heartbeat to cotton on, then he gasped, his eyes widening. "Are… are you sure?" 

No matter how often they'd been here now, how much time they'd spent exploring each other… they'd never gone the full way so far. Getting naked, exploring each other, and making out was one thing, but taking that last step to more was something else altogether. For Astrid to bring it up now…

“Yes, I am,” she breathed, her face softening into a lovely smile even with the flush of arousal still lingering. Her hands came around to cup his face, her eyes gleaming in the silvery moonlight. “I’m sure of this. Of us! I love you, Hiccup. And…” she paused, biting her lip again and averting her eyes for a moment. “And my answer will be ‘Yes’.”

Hiccup’s eyes widened even more before his face split into a broad grin. He hadn’t asked her to become his wife, not yet. It wasn’t because he had any doubt; he knew for a long while now that she was the one for him. But he’d wanted to give her time to adjust, to let their relationship grow before they made it official. To not rush it. 

This now, though… Astrid wouldn’t agree to have sex with him, to risk getting pregnant, when she wasn’t sure about their future. And honestly, it was so Astrid to take the initiative and indirectly propose to him instead. 

With joy bubbling up inside him, he buried one hand in the hair at the back of her head, pulling her down into a scalding kiss. At first, she giggled against his lips, her joy matching his. But then, she caught up to his mood, her tongue stroking along his own and moans vibrating through them both. Gods, she was irresistible!

Kissing quickly led to more making out, and Hiccup had almost forgotten her words and what they meant, distracted by her body grinding against his, when Astrid pulled back and rose off his lap. He rather missed her warm weight, but couldn't really complain when she threw him a heated look.

"Undress for me, will you?" she said in a husky voice, nodding at the bulge in his trousers. 

Hiccup obliged quickly, groaning when she was back in his lap before he'd even had time to kick his leg and prosthetic free of the fabric. Her hand wrapped around his cock, squeezing and stroking, making his eyes roll back into his head. It felt wonderful, her hand small but firm, finding all the spots that turned him into a trembling mess without even looking. 

When she stopped, Hiccup didn’t have it in him to protest. He could only stare as she positioned herself atop him and slowly sank down his shaft, his entire world condensing down to nothing but Astrid so hot and tight around him.

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Astrid had expected their first time to be intense. But none of her uncountable fantasies about this moment could do justice to reality. 

She felt so full. 

Stretched by his fingers before and arousal slicking up the slide, it didn’t exactly hurt. But he felt so big, certainly longer and wider than his fingers. It took her a few deep breaths to adjust to it, time in which she and Hiccup just clung to each other, trembling as he seemed to feel equally overwhelmed. 

“Oh, Gods,” he groaned, his fingers twitching at her back as he held her to him. “Astrid, you…”

He trailed off and, unable to find any suitable words herself, Astrid bent down to place a hard kiss to his lips, her hands buried in his ridiculously soft hair. Odin, how much she loved him! That he’d never urged her to go further, the honest surprise about her plan, and the disarming joy in his eyes as he’d realised what she’d been saying. She wanted him, all of him, forever.

Once her body had adjusted to him inside her, the stretch and fullness not as overwhelming anymore, she started to move. It happened purely on instinct, grinding herself against him and savouring the feeling of him moving inside her. It felt strange but, oh, so wonderful. When she ventured on to moving herself up and down his length, Hiccup was quickly lost for coherent words. His face was a beautiful mask of pleasure with his eyes half-closed and his lips parted, soft moans and whines leaving him at her every movement. Astrid loved seeing him like this when they made out, but this time, it was so much more. She could feel him so deep inside her, deeper than his fingers… deeper even than just the physical connection, in a way. They were one. 

Astrid knew that he was close when he let out a desperate groan, muffled against her neck, and his hands dropped to her hips, slowing her down. But she didn’t want to go slowly. She wanted more, needed more. Thanks to his thorough foreplay from before, she could already feel her orgasm rising too. So she fought against his hold, moving faster and dropping herself harder onto his cock, one hand sneaking down to play with her clit and get herself off quicker. 

Her orgasm hit her harder than expected, Hiccup’s arms around all that held her upright. Clenching around his thick shaft felt so much better than just his fingers, the heat of throbbing flesh. There was an odd sting at her neck, but she couldn’t pay it any mind. In fact, all she could do was cling to him, her blissful outcry echoing off the stone walls.

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When Astrid came, writhing in his arms and with that lewd cry on her lips, Hiccup wasn’t able to hold out any longer either. He’d meant to pull out and not take a risk, he really had. But the heat of her contracting muscles around him and the sharp pain of her fingernails in his skin were more than he could take. He came only seconds after her, buried deeply in her soft body, his mouth pressed to her neck to muffle his own scream.

When he came to, Astrid was trembling in his arms. At first, he wanted to pull back and make sure that she was all right. However, it took him only another moment to realise that she was shaking with giddy laughter, her face buried against his neck and her arms holding on tight to him. 

“That was… Oh, Freya, that was incredible,” she gasped, nuzzling his jaw. “Now, I’m a little mad we waited so long.”

Hiccup chuckled, his arms around her tightening. He couldn’t agree more. “We have all the time in the world now,” he murmured back, placing soft kisses to her neck and shoulder. “And I love you, too.”

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Over an hour after they’d left the clubhouse, Hiccup and Astrid joined their friends again. There were soft smiles playing around their lips, their hands joined with interlacing fingers. Hiccup wondered whether what they’d done was noticeable to the others in any way, in the soft looks they threw each other maybe, or in the way they moved even more in synch than usual. But he quickly dismissed the thought again. Maybe the others suspected that they’d done more than just the patrol flight. But they certainly had no idea how much more. That and the unspoken promise that had come with it would stay their little secret for a while longer.

“Oh, great, our lovebirds made it back,” Snot commented dryly, grimacing. He mimed throwing up, but not even Astrid was in the mood to react, memories of their shared time in the cave still buzzing within them. 

Tuff leaned back in his seat, arms lazily folded behind his back. “See? There was no need to worry or go looking for them after all. Although, now that you’re back… What took you so long? I get that you’re exaggeratedly thorough with these patrols sometimes, but this must have been a new record, even for you.”

Hiccup glanced at Astrid just as she looked at him too, and if the heat on his cheeks was anything to go by, they both had the same kind of blush on their faces. 

“Oh, it was just… such a beautiful night, you know?” Hiccup hastily explained. “With the clear sky and the moon and stars...”

“Yeah,” Astrid jumped in. “We just flew around for a while, for fun.”

“For fun?” Tuff exclaimed, staring at them in utter bafflement. “I didn’t think you even know what fun is.”

Groaning, Astrid rolled her eyes.

“Ohoho, I know what you’re talking about,” Fishlegs threw in, grinning. “Flying through the night, that’s so romantic! You guys are so cute!”

Hiccup and Astrid shared another glance. They’d agreed on this early on; they’d rather their relationship wouldn’t affect their life here on Dragon’s Edge too much, let alone become a solid conversation topic. But if their friends thought they’d just taken a romantic flight through the night… well, that was better than them knowing the truth. 

“Yeah, cute,” came a deadpan comment from Ruff. She had a smug smirk on her lips, her gaze firmly on Astrid.  

Hiccup frowned at her, wondering what she was referring to. When he followed her gaze though, understanding hit him and his eyes widened. There, on Astrid’s neck, was a prominent love bite blooming, one that definitely hadn’t been there before. 

“And that’s all that took you so long, I totally believe you,” Ruff went on. “Just a romantic moonlit flight for sure…”

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Well, now we know where that phrase came form. 😁

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[howtodrawyourdragon]

Changing

Summary: Hiccup has changed throughout the years since meeting Toothless, but nobody but the dragons really know how much. The changes are physical too. Post-RttE.

Rating: General

Words: 1 261

Author’s Notes: I don't know how vague the summary is, but the tags kinda clears up the mystery?

Anyway, enjoy this one-shot!

Constructive criticism is highly appreciated!

"Hiccup, for the sake of Odin's beard, get up."

The exasperated voice of his father and a rough hand shaking his shoulder is what woke Hiccup up late that morning. It was almost in the afternoon.

Stoick stood by his son's bedside as Hiccup's head shot up from his pillow, still neck-deep within the covers. His eyes were firmly closed.

"What?" He asked sluggishly, barely able to open them and look up to his father. His hair was more of a mess than usual.

"It's late, son. You should've been up hours ago. Gobber's been waiting for you in the forge and Toothless already went and got breakfast for himself because you were taking so long. Now get up." Stoick replied curtly and pulled the blankets away before turning and leaving Hiccup with the unwelcome cold that usually hung around all day on Berk.

Hiccup released a sigh and dropped his head back down again, arms stubbornly taking hold of his pillow and curling up with the chill that now replaced his warmth.

"And it's time you went to bed earlier!" He heard his father call out to him as he descended the stairs with heavy footsteps befitting a mighty Chief.

"Hmm." Was Hiccup's simple response. No way Stoick heard him, but the man wasn't pressing for an answer it seemed. The front door closed, signaling that he'd left the house.

Finally managing to open his eyes after a little while longer, Hiccup noticed that the stone slab was indeed empty. Toothless had already left, just as his father had told him.

Sitting up against his will, he felt like he could do with a few more hours in bed, Hiccup couldn't help but groan and rub his neck due to the discomfort it brought him. At the same time he brought a hand up to shield himself from the sunshine as it came in through the window in the roof. The sun was already high in the sky, telling Hiccup how late it already was.

He was sore. He was so sore. In his neck, his back, his shoulders, his limbs... There wasn't a muscle in his body that didn't feel stiff and like he'd spend all of yesterday running from a stampede of dragons.

And his skin felt so itchy in certain spots too. It was maddening. On his back and neck especially.

He wondered absentmindedly whether he was getting sick or not. This wasn't the first late morning he woke up feeling this was, not the first morning he found that he was still tired either. He did go to sleep on time, or more so than he usually did when he and Toothless had their nightly flights, and yet, he felt so fatigued as of late.

And he felt kinda hot too. A little feverish.

Swinging his legs over the edge of his bed, he rubbed into his eyes and briefly combed with his fingers through his hair before retrieving his prosthetic. The haze over his mind was slowly dissipating. As it did, Hiccup noticed something small and black on his pillow from the corners of his eyes.

Looking over, brows furrowing, he noticed there were several of them. Tiny little specks scattered on his pillow and the furs he slept on.

Curiously picking one up, Hiccup found that the drop-like shape was familiar. Dragon scales. Toothless' scales. Except not nearly as big.

The haze over his mind cleared, but even so, Hiccup couldn't quite figure out where these could be coming from. Toothless sometimes dared to sneak into his bed at night, but he would've known. Unless his exhaustion was so bad he didn't even notice anymore.

Subconsciously, he rubbed over his neck again and wondered.

He wondered if he was imagining things.

Or if the back of his neck, covered by his hair, truly felt different than it did the day before.

A crooning drew his attention before he could think too much about the matter, followed by the snout of a Night Fury ruffling through his hair distractingly. Turning, Hiccup smiled when Toothless greeted him with a puff of warm fish breath.

"Good morning to you too, Bud." Hiccup coughed, attempting to escape the foul scent.

Another puff.

"Or afternoon."

While his Rider scratched his chin, Toothless decided to settle happily on Hiccup's bed. The piece of furniture creaked underneath his weight.

"And I'm also sorry it took me so long to get up, Bud. Don't know what's happening to me lately." Hiccup apologized and Toothless replied something that sounded almost suspiciously close to "excuses, excuses" before dropping his heavy head on the other's lap.

As a chuckle left him, Hiccup let his hand run over the head, neck and back of the Night Fury. Mind drifting back to the scales he found, he took one of them to compare with Toothless' and saw that there was a considerable difference in size between his black scales and the ones he'd mysteriously recovered from his bed.

Vaguely, a memory from his time on the Edge ran its course inside his head. The memory of a certain male Thorston who believed he was about to turn into a half-man/half-dragon after being bitten.

Hiccup felt like an idiot for even thinking about it. The last time he'd gotten a bite was from Sharpshot when he'd become a little too playful months ago. And no dragon bites had the power too... Maybe he really was getting a fever. His cheeks felt warm.

"Say, Bud..." Hiccup started and Toothless replied. He gave an eloquent "yeah?" so to speak.

"If something was going on. With me. You'd know and you'd tell me, right?" He asked and stroked the top of his Night Fury's head.

Toothless looked up to his Rider and grumbled. Hiccup could only make a disgruntled "yes, of course" out of that. As if the dragon was insulted by the mere notion that he wouldn't tell his Rider about something this important.

Well, he'd tell him in due time at least. When he was ready.

Hiccup huffed, smiling down at Toothless, who momentarily closed his eyes to enjoy his Viking's affections.

"Anyway, dad's right. I should probably get up." Hiccup decided and grabbed his prosthetic again, which had been left on the bed next to him after he made his strange discovery.

As Toothless pulled his head back, only briefly mourning the loss of the scratches and caresses, Hiccup strapped his metal leg on and then searched for the boot that was without a doubt haphazardly thrown away the night before.

"I should probably check up on Gobber and apologize to him too."

A disapproving grumble.

"Okay, first lunch and then I'll check up on and apologize to Gobber."

Toothless was much more satisfied with this plan. And Hiccup's stomach agreed, growling in protest.

Once the boot was found and subsequently put on, Hiccup left his room with Toothless following closely behind. While descending the stairs, dressed in only one layer of tunic as he felt simply too hot for a double one, Hiccup couldn't help but scratch at the back of his neck again and sigh in agitation. Maybe he should visit Gothi later that day. Just to be sure.

Risking his health by not going was one thing, but to live with this horrendously itchy feeling?

Toothless watched him silently and noticed the frail beginnings of tiny black specks under his hair.

He should tell him and soon. What was happening to him was inevitable. The sooner he knew, the sooner he could prepare himself.

[dragonmasterhiccup]

(hehe, their shoulders touched 🐢)

Ayla lifted her eyes up at Hiccup, pursing her lips before she spoke, "Only if we share it!" She sneezed, quickly rubbing her nose on her sleeves, causing Freya to set her bowl down, a displeased frown on her face. "Ayla! I told you not to use your sleeves like that!" She shook her head as her sister shrugged, patting the spot next to her for Hiccup. Sighing, Freya took lengthy steps to the stairs, going to her room to grab the blanket.

Once she got a hold of it, she resisted the urge to sneeze, the fur tickling her nose as she hauled it down the steps. Setting the rather large blanket down, she narrowed her eyes at Ayla as she merely grinned, making herself more comfortable with it. No longer having the strength to stop it, Freya sneezed, stepping away from the blanket. "You better get well soon because I don't want to be dealing with this." She gestured to her nose, grumpily walking back to her bowl of porridge.

When she had begun eating again, Ayla smirked, nudging Hiccup as she spoke: "Hey, Fey! Wanna join us? There's plenty of room for you!" She reveled in the sight of her older sister slightly choking on her food, excitedly tapping tapping her arm as she waited for an answer.

Freya slowly turned around, a startled glint in her eyes as she remained flustered in her spot. "Why.. in the world.. would you ask that?" She hated the warmth that so quickly travelled to her face, turning her back towards them once more as she fumbled to find the right words. "It's fine, uh, I'm still eating so.. no, I'll stay over here.."

Grinning, Ayla immediately focused on Hiccup, ignoring the current shade of red that dusted her sister's ears. "Is Toothless here? Can I see him later on? Pleaseee?" She tapped on his arm, repeatedly for a moment, before she spoke. "Do you think he's faster than Blaze? Cause.. I think Blaze is pretty fast.. I've never got to fly with him yet because Freya says I'm too young for it. But I'm ten years old already! I think I'm prepared enough--" She coughed, cutting her words short as she recovered her breath.

As she continued to bombard him with her many questions and ramblings, Freya would watch them when they weren't looking. Faintly smiling at the sight of the two, she fidgeted with the now empty bowl in her hands. 'There's that weird feeling again..' She forced her eyes to look elsewhere, primarily her boots, as she didn't know what to do with herself.

She hadn't realized her sister was calling her until she shouted her name, causing her to frantically look up. "What? Yeah? Sorry, what?" Becoming more embarrassed, yet again, she watched as Ayla rolled her eyes, repeating herself.

"Do you think Blaze or Toothless would win in a race? Y'know, in the sky?" She blinked, expectedly waiting for her answer as Freya hesitated, tapping the bowl a final time before setting it down on the table. "I.. I would like to say that Blaze would win, but Toothless is pretty fast.. so.. I don't really know." She shrugged, a distant look on her face as she began to walk towards the stairs. "I'm.. gonna get my notebook real quick.." Not giving another word, she left out of their sight, unsure of why she was acting in such a way.

Chuckling, he pulled a clean cloth from a hidden compartment in his armor. He usually reserved it for cleaning his prosthetic after Toothless chewed on it, but Ayla seemed to need it more.

He made his way over to sit with her, offering her the cloth. "This might work better than your sleeves. Might even be softer, too."

Making sure Ayla had the blanket around her shoulders, he crossed his legs as he sat, resting his elbows on his knees.

Hiccup did turn red as Ayla beckoned her sister to join them, wincing as Freya choked on her porridge. "Uh....are you, are you okay, Freya?"

Maybe he shouldn't have come today...

At her barrage of questions, he shrugged lightly. "Night Furies are known for their speed, but Blaze...he's fast. Maybe we'll have to race sometime, since Freya's big on competition?" He grinned, a mischievous glint in his eye.

He did his best to answer everything she asked, but it was tough, she talked fast!

As Ayla repeatedly called for Freya, Hiccup looked at her with some concern in his eyes. Something was on her mind...

As she focused on them, Hiccup ducked his head down, fiddling with the strap of his armour on his forearm, knowing that she probably didn't want him looking at her right now.

He did however, watch as she disappeared up the stairs, eyes lingering on her until she was out of sight.

Turning his attention back to Ayla, he decided to ask her some questions of his own.

"You'll be getting a dragon of your own in a few years, do you have any particular species in mind?"

"Now that you've seen some of the work we do in the forge, are you thinking of becoming an apprentice to Gobber? Or are your sights set elsewhere in the village?"