#astrid hofferson imagine

[ddejavvu]

i want to do girly things with astrid :( i have no idea how you'd procure acrylics and a uv lamp on berk but let's suspend our disbelief here for a second and imagine doing her nails.

maybe you're new to the village, maybe they found you on a distant island and you make trips to berk to see everyone once in a while. either way, she's still getting to know you, and she finds herself inexplicably drawn towards you even if you're not doing anything special. She notices that your nails are painted but they're long, too, impressively long for someone who rides dragons. Her own are chipped and broken from Stormfly's overeager love for fetch, and you notice her face slightly darkened in concentration as she stares at your hands.

"Astrid? Are you okay?" You ask, your voice gaining the blonde's attention. Her eyes widen slightly and she nods, a little too fast, a little too sure.

"I was," She admits, almost sheepish, "I was looking at your nails. They're so long."

"Oh, they're fake." You laugh, showing off your set of acrylics, "I actually did them myself."

She knows people can get them done, but that's not exactly high on Berk's list of priorities. She's painted her own a few times but it comes out so badly that she usually removes it before anyone can see. Before her brain can formulate the thought that she wants you to do her nails for her, you're offering, 'if you want, I can do yours too?'

She nods, a strange daze over her that Astrid is not typically prone to. You smile, and the daze thickens, and now she thinks she knows what's going on. She likes you, and that could potentially be a very troubling thing for her.

"It's a long process." You warn her, "At least an hour, more depending on the designs you want. Is that okay?"

"That's fine." She nods, eager to please, but only after she agrees does she realize that you'll be holding her hands for at least an hour. Suddenly she's thinking of intricate designs, ones that will take you ages.

You both prefer the sanctuary of the sunny meadow you're chatting in, and Stormfly races around with your dragon, keeping themselves occupied. You take her hand and she feels her heart pounding in her temples, eyes honed in on your fingers carefully clutching her own.

"I'm going to buff your nails first," You explain, "And the nails are gonna be really long at first, but we'll cut them down to whatever size you want. Okay?"

"Okay." She nods dutifully, her blonde hair fraying from its lazy braid and flopping over her eyes.

"Oh!" You laugh, a melodious sound that Astrid thinks might be the prettiest she's ever heard. You reach out, still keeping Astrid's hand in your own, "Here. I can braid too, y'know. After this I can tie it back for you."

"Okay," She hums along as you tuck it behind her ear, despite knowing she can braid her own hair well enough, "Thanks. I think it's cool, that you can do all this stuff."

"I like doing it for people," You shrug, now concentrated on her nails, which gives Astrid the freedom to stare at you, to comb over every inch of your face, "I like giving people something special to look at."

Astrid thinks you are something special to look at. She keeps conversation with you going as you dutifully buff and prep her nails, finally gluing on large acrylics that you cut down to her specifications. Filing them gets dust everywhere, and Stormfly sends it flying into the breeze with one snort of her massive snout. You laugh at the dragon together, and Astrid reminds herself not to be too brash around you- not yet, not until she can be sure it won't offend you.

If Snotlout could see her now he wouldn't recognize her. She's nothing like the sharpshooting spitfire she's known as, she's weakened, starstruck, bashful as you take her hands in your own. Later you'll laugh at her quips, snickering into her shoulder to muffle the sound as Tuffnut sulks, but now she'll admire you.

Her nails are cured quickly but she lets them rest regardless, and you kneel behind her to braid her hair. You take the pesky strands that obscure her vision and twist them into one braid, peering at her face from the side to ensure there's no stragglers.

"Wait." You hum, neck craned to give you a view of her face, "I missed one."

She feels your breath on her temple as you carefully grab a strand of hair from her forehead, a small one that's tough to braid because of how quickly it ends. But you work it into the braid anyways, and she feels tingles erupt down her spine when you rake your nails through her hair and down her back. If you notice her shivering, you're kind enough not to say anything about it, and you begin braiding the smaller strand into the rest of her hair as part of one of the three sections. When it's done, you secure it with the hairband that had slipped out before, wrapping it one more time than she thought was possible just to ensure it wouldn't go anywhere. It's a style she's never worn before, but she hopes she'll have the pleasure of letting you do it again.

"There. Fresh hair, fresh nails," You grin, scooting around to her side and settling in on your knees, "Let's just hope Stormfly doesn't bite them off."

"She might try," Astrid muses, watching her dragon playfully pounce at yours, "How long do these last?"

"A few weeks. I can either fill in the gaps or take them off for you," You glance shyly at her, "Or I could do a new set? I don't mind, y'know, redoing them whenever they grow out."

A monthly nail date, Astrid realizes, she has the opportunity to sign up for a monthly nail date with you.

"I can teach you axe-throwing." Astrid blurts, and her cheeks redden at the stunned silence that follows, "I mean, if you're going to be sharing your skills with me, I- we can... I'll show you-"

"That sounds perfect," You beam, hesitating nervously for just one second before darting forwards to peck against her flushed cheek, "A set of nails for a round of target practice."

She can do that, Astrid thinks, she can so do that. She can sidle up behind you and correct your form, holding your body to hers and breathing against your ear. She can do that, a set of nails for a round of target practice.

[sketchydoof]

Do they ever talk about that?

[neztune]

Okay stupid doodle is complete since I could only think of Hiccstrid with this trend

[revive-the-fandom]

What if Hicctrid had Zephyr wayyy early ?

[thereweredragonshere]

Defenders of berk where everyone is small teenager size except Astrid, who is almost as big as Stoick and very buff.

Dagur: Come on Hiccup, it’s kidnappy time!!

Hiccup: Can I ask Astrid first?

Dagur: What? No???

Hiccup: Yeah Astrid says no.

Dagur: She CAN’T do that!

Astrid: *materializes behind Hiccup, casting a very large shadow. She grabs Dagur and yeets him, before picking up Hiccup like a cat and taking him home*

Yeah just, this. Someone fanfic this.

[imagine-riding-dragons]

Side note: Snotlout tries to tag along too but he'd never admit that he just wants to be included on the fun.

[bahrtofane]

httyd master list

Hiccup

actual fics

home is where the heart is - Hiccup x run away princess! Reader

drabbles - #hiccup drabbles

enemies to lovers arranged marriage au

Astrid

drabbles - #astrid drabbles

friends to lovers, xfem!reader

[lex-crow]

Astrid: Me and Heather want a baby.

Hiccup: Well, that will be hard seeing as you’re both women.

Astrid:

Hiccup:

Heather:

Hiccup: Did…..

Hiccup: Did you want me too… help?

Heather: Yeah.

Astrid: You’re the only one who wasn’t immediately vetoed.

[headfullof-ideas]

A few more Storyboards. Full disclosure, I don’t have a scene planned for the first one. I don’t even know what’s happening in it. I just know I want to find a way to make Scarl and Abel interact because it would be really funny to me if they did because of their individual personalities, and because I know Scarl’s the type of person who would just scoop Abel up and book it in the face of imminent danger, and Abel’s the type of guy who would freak out because he’s not used to someone being able to do that so easily. Think big-dog-getting-picked-up level of confusion and bewilderment. And also I want my oc’s to interact with each other, sue me

[theangelcatalogue]

I'll explain in more details the dream I had about Telemachus in how to train your dragon (at least what i remember):

Telemachus was in a mission, he was in the ship with his crew, until a storm started to happen out of nowhere and a wave made the ship sink, and everyone drowned except Telemachus somehow

He woke up and realized he was on an island, but the structures were different of what he is accustomed to, and he realized he was far away from Ithaca or his objective, and Hiccup, Toothless and Astrid were there and Hiccup asked if Telemachus is alright, and Telemachus is just wondering wtf Toothless is

And that's what I remember

[memoriamp4]

I hate that we never heard Astrid tell Hiccup 'I love you'. I was fully expecting her to tell him she loved him back in rtte 6x06 after he told her he loved her... but she didn't. Like they really made an entire episode about Astrid wanting a more lovely dovey relationship but then she never even said 'I love you' in the episode?? And Astrid has so many inspiring and loving speeches to Hiccup but I wish there was an 'I love you' included in at least one of them

[ddejavvu]

rn i'm thinking about laying by the fire with astrid <3

this post is 18+, minors dni.

It's winter, but you're both keeping warm. The fire crackling inside your hut is generating so much heat that you're sweating, but that might be from proximity too. You're lounged by the hearth with Astrid, your head on her chest as she strokes idly across the topmost ridge of your spine. Your thumb dances similarly on her stomach, the waistband of her skirt rucked just low enough that you can make out her navel. It's just a byproduct of laying on the floor, but your eyes are still drawn to her soft, milky skin.

You press your hand flush to the flat of her stomach, pushing against it gently to raise yourself over her. She blinks dazedly at you, watching as you dip down to kiss her. Her lips are soft and pliant, and you sponge your tongue between them easily, with no resistance on her end. She's not a fighter, per se, but her spitfire spirit shows in everything she does, and she likes to chase and be chased. Now she acquiesces, belly-up as you tongue her mouth.

Saliva coats both of your tongues, making it easy for them to slide together. It's obscene, but it makes your core throb, and you lick into her mouth while your palm massages over her stomach. Her arms reach for your waist, prompting you to straddle her hips, but that's not what you're after today.

You pull back to hum disapprovingly at her, 'mm-mm'. She watches, now dazed and confused as you settle yourself by her waist, her tongue smoothing over her lips to taste the residue of your kiss.

"What-" She starts, her voice almost raspy from disuse now that you've laid together for hours, but your fingers prying at her waistband are all the explanation she needs.

You want your fingers in her. They're mildly cold from the snow outside, the heat from the fire never quite reaching your fingertips. Your core is burning, your forehead is tacky with sweat, but your fingers are cold where they press into the supple meat of her thighs.

She gasps, a stuttery sound as you paw at her legs. She parts them to let you pull her underwear down, and peeling them off of her core reveals her cunt already slightly stiffened from anticipation, outer flesh tensed and tight. Soft hair, a shade darker than what's on her head is curled around her slit, trimmed neatly but still present. It's a sweet mousy shade of brown, something you'd delight in running your fingers through were it attached to her head. Instead you smooth it out of the way, parting her lower lips to get a glimpse of her sex.

It's glistening- your tongues haven't been the only things drooling, but the firelight beside you makes it glow, something holy, something divine, something sinful. It beckons you in, begs to be touched, to be tasted, to be sated.

You use the hand you're holding it open with to nudge gently at her clit, which thanks you for the stimulation with a jolt of pleasure up Astrid's spine. She breathes shakily as you trail a finger down her slit, tantalizingly slow and chaste compared to what she wants you to do. The touch teases her, makes her ache for something more, and when you finally breach the stiff lips of her sex, her exhale turns into a cry.

It's warm. To your cold fingers, it's hot, lustful and eager and burning hot. If she'd been wet before, her cunt is working overtime now, greeting your fingers with a glob of slick that helps you glide through her cunt with ease. You start with one finger but it seems useless to prep her, because the space is already loose enough for a second. Still, you ease her into it, pushing in and pulling out, pressing up into her clit with your knuckle, stroking against every inch of that tender, reddened flesh.

You realize you've sucked your bottom lip into your mouth to worry it between your teeth only when it stings from a bite, and you lick it to soothe the tender flesh. You're entranced by Astrid, and she reaches a weak arm up to smooth over your stinging lip. You kiss it, letting your lips press against it wetter than they need to. She uses the excess saliva to press against one of her hardened nipples beneath her shirt, leaving a barely-there stain of darker fabric.

You add a second finger to her cunt, using the two in tandem to ease into Astrid's cunt. She's twitching now, a jerk of her hips here and there when your two fingers combine to hit a spot that feels particularly good. You know where they are, and you target them in a series of precise, fluid motions that have her eyes rolling back into her head, and her hips moving steadily like she's riding your hand.

You'd planned on adding a third finger, a thumb, fuck, even fisting her, getting wrist deep in that hot, spongy space between her legs, but you've been too eager to please, and your knowing presses and strokes into all of the right spots mean that Astrid is angling her hips upwards faster than you can keep up. Some other time you'll add a third, fourth finger, some other time you'll ease your hand in there whole, but for now you gratuitously stroke through her sensitive cunt, her nerves aflame like the fire beside you. You delight in your slick-soaked fingers roving through her hot cunt like nothing, slimy and lubricated enough to be swimming in her sex. You press her clit again but you don't let up this time, instead kneading it gently in a circular motion that has her hand grabbing and squeezing your arm. Her nails dig into your flesh, hard enough to leave marks but not to break the skin. She cries out, the sound just as warm and raw as fire itself, pure and light and pleasured and sinful.

She humps your hand through her orgasm so vigorously that you have to pull out sooner than you'd like to ensure she isn't painfully overstimulated. Her legs tremble as she lowers her pelvis back to the wooden floor of your home, sweat-tacky face turned towards the fire to watch its flames flicker. She breathes hard and heavy and fast, and you withdraw your fingers from her swollen pussy to meet the frigid air.

Even the warmth of the fire can't replace the warmth of Astrid, and you bury your fingers in your mouth to try and recreate the sensation. It's no use, nothing is as hot as her cunt, but you lick your fingers clean anyways. Once they're out of your mouth, sticky now with your spit, they're pulled into hers, both of her hands on your own as she takes your fingers to her lips.

She suckles briefly on them, pulling back to press a tender kiss to their pads that had just prodded at the spongy spot inside of her that had made her shake. You nudge out of her grip and cup her cheek tenderly instead, but her hands follow, and she tucks herself into your palm, eyes reflecting the crackling fire beside you.

No words are needed as you lay down on top of her once more, head pillowed by her chest that you press a gentle kiss to, hand outstretched to cradle her cheek as you both let warm, comfortable sleep creep over you.

[neztune]

If you're still taking requests........

Buffstrid looking terrified flying on Toothless for the first time, holding onto hicc for dead life???

Been plaguing me.

This one was a combo of so many things that I struggle with at once 😭 But after like

Seven attempts

This was my best go with the doodle and the reference I gave myself

Plus have a bonus one for the stuff I am better at doodling

[neurotica-tales]

Hi! Could I please request some headconons of yandere Astrid(httyd) with a darling that is on hunger strike?(bacically refuses to eat unless freed)

Ty 4 reading my request!

Hi Anonymous! Thank you for sending in this request! This is so juicy! 👀💙

Yandere Astrid with a darling on a hunger strike? I already have a dozen ideas swirling around in my head! You just know she’d be the kind of yandere who stays calm and composed on the surface, but underneath that she’s absolutely spiraling watching you refuse to eat. 

I hope you like the story!

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What Love Tastes Like (Yandere Astrid x Reader) (1K Likes Special 2/10)

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You refuse to eat. Not because you're stubborn, but because it's the only thing you still have control over. Astrid is patient. But she has no intention of letting you go.

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Up Next: Yandere Astrid Headcanon, Yandere Hiccup Headcanon, Marked by the Chief (Yandere Hiccup x Reader)

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You haven’t eaten in two and a half days.

The first time, it was subtle—leaving half your meal untouched, pushing around the meat on your plate like you just weren’t hungry. The second time, more deliberate. You sat at the table and refused to pick up your spoon. Astrid didn’t say anything at first. She merely tilted her head, studied your face like she was gauging something deeper than a decision.

By day three, you expected her to raise her voice. Threaten you. Maybe even drag you by the wrist and force food down your throat.

Instead, Astrid brings the bowl again.

She sets it gently in front of you—roasted fish, softened potatoes, steamed cabbage, all spiced just the way you like. Steam rises from the clay rim. It smells like something you would’ve loved a week ago.

Now it’s just another chain.

She kneels in front of you, tucking a strand of blonde hair behind her ear. Her eyes are steady. Calculated. Calm.

“I thought we talked about this,” she says gently.

You keep your gaze fixed on the wall past her shoulder. “We did. And I told you. I’m not eating until you let me go.”

A long silence stretches between you. Only the crackle of the fire and the distant howl of the wind through the eaves.

Astrid doesn’t sigh. She doesn’t scowl. Instead, she tilts her head again—curious, almost affectionate.

“You’re hurting yourself,” she says. “You know that, right?”

You don’t answer.

She leans in a little closer. “I know you’re angry. You have every right to be. I should’ve eased you into this. Let you realize it on your own. That you’re safest here. With me.”

You flinch when her hand brushes your cheek. She notices. Her fingers pause—then resume, slow and feather-light.

“You’ve never been good at seeing danger,” she murmurs. “You trust too easily. That’s what I love about you… but it’s also why I have to be the one to protect you. Even from yourself.”

You shift away, jaw clenched. “Starving’s the only choice I have left.”

Astrid’s eyes don’t harden, but something shifts. Not anger. Not sadness.

Conviction.

She rises slowly, as if you haven’t just threatened your own health to escape her. As if this is just another discussion between two lovers—equal, intimate, safe.

“I’ll give you one more day,” she says softly, brushing her hand down your arm. “Then I’ll decide for you.”

You thought she was bluffing.

That was your mistake.

By the evening of the fourth day, you’re dizzy. Your hands shake. Your stomach feels like it’s eating itself from the inside out. But still, you say nothing when Astrid places another bowl on the table. You sit, stubborn and trembling, eyes dull.

She watches you in silence for a while, arms crossed. Then, without a word, she disappears into the back room.

You don’t expect her to return with rope.

She doesn’t raise her voice. She doesn’t threaten. She simply sets the rope down on the table, calmly. Slowly.

“I didn’t want it to come to this,” she says, her voice barely above a whisper. “But you’re leaving me no choice.”

Your breath hitches. “You’re going to tie me up to force me to eat?”

Astrid meets your eyes with a terrifying stillness. “No. I’m going to tie you down because your body’s too weak to fight me anymore. And I refuse to let you destroy it.”

You scramble backward. “Astrid, this isn’t love.”

She approaches with careful steps, like she’s trying not to spook a frightened animal. “It is love,” she says. “You just don’t recognize it because no one’s ever loved you enough to take away your freedom.”

You try to run. You don’t make it far.

She’s faster than you—always has been. Her arms lock around your waist like iron. You thrash, scream, hit, but your strength’s already gone. She carries you back to the bed, ignoring your curses, your pleading.

She doesn’t gag you. She doesn’t punish you.

She just sits beside you with the rope in her lap and says, quietly:

“I warned you.”

The rope is only there for the first night. She removes it once you stop struggling—when your head sinks into the pillow and your voice gives out.

She cradles you in her lap, humming softly as she strokes your hair. You’re too tired to fight. Too weak to curse her name.

The next morning, she feeds you by hand.

Tiny bites. Gentle sips of broth. Her hand trembles with restraint, but her voice stays sweet.

“You’re doing so well,” she whispers. “I’m proud of you.”

You want to scream. But the warmth of the soup settles into your stomach like a betrayal, and your body—traitorous, aching—accepts it.

Astrid kisses your temple.

“I knew you’d come back to me eventually.”

You eat now.

Not because you’ve forgiven her. Not because you love her.

But because she’s won this battle—and your body needs strength if you ever want to win the war.

Astrid never brings the rope again. She doesn’t need to.

She knows your limits now. Knows how far you’ll go. Knows exactly how much of herself she has to give—or take—to keep you right where she wants you.

And every time you open your mouth to accept the food from her fingers, she watches you with a smile that’s soft…

…and utterly unshakable.

[thereweredragonshere]

Disk Horse: not only did Astrid deserve to win Thawfest, but Hiccup would’ve been her #1 trashtalking vuvuzela blowing stan the entire event, and we have been ROBBED of this by DreamWorks 😒😠

THIS oh my god girl should have kicked ASS at Thawfest smh😞

[imagine-riding-dragons]

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Hiccup:

• Oh Hiccup, Hiccup Hiccup. . . . You wanted to fight him.

• Context: Hiccup was, forcefully, asked to help his father with some trading around Berk. You tagged along as a friend and also because Hiccup gave you pleading eyes of "please don't let my father take me away by myself" and since no one else was around you didn't see the harm in joining. At said Market many traders came from all sorts of places from around the Archipelago including travelers from outside. One such trader was trading a set of goods you haven't seen in a long time. . . those goods being spices. All was going well until Hiccup was asked to make the final judgment call and he, nearly, passed up the opportunity to buy said spices and thats when you had to step in and convince him otherwise.

• (Y/N): *nearly scream yelling* Hiccup what are yOU DOING???

• Hiccup: *Startled* What! What's wrong?

• (Y/N): You're seriously going to pass up an opportunity to get some Paprika??

• Hiccup: What???

• (Y/N): Some Cayenne!!?

• Hiccup: Who???

• (Y/N):.. . .*nearly shaking him* HABANERO??

• Not wanting to let this once in a lifetime opportunity go to waste you decide to do the Haddock boy a favor and just get the spices yourself.

• Hiccup: um . . .mind telling me what this is all for?

• (Y/N): This. . .*gestures at spices* . .is going to blow your mind.

• And with that no more words were exchanged between the two of you as you brought Hiccup and the spices to your house to do some much needed cooking.

• *Stir Stir Stir. Chop Chop Chop. Sizzle Sizzle Sizzle*

• Okay, okay! You were doing something here! Albeit not as great as your mom used to make but considering you haven't made food that smelt half as good as this in a looooooong time you were proud with the outcome. Meanwhile Hiccup was contemplating making a break for it seeing the Lamb you've cooked go from being pink to slightly brownish orange.

• Hiccup: Is it supposed to be that color?

• (Y/N): *unfazed* Oh yeah! That's just the Ceyenne doing all the heavy lifting!

• A gentle breeze enters the room causing the smell to permeate throughout the home. It was enough to make you cry tears of joy. Oh how you missed this. Living in a Viking wasteland the food here has been much to be desired. You've even had doubts of staying here questioning if a life of dragons was worth giving up tasty delicious food. On the other hand Hiccup was brought to tears for a different reason.

• Hiccup: Oh Gods! Why is the air hot (Y/N)?? My nose is burning.

• You could only laugh and shake your head. Wow these Vikings really had no idea what flavor could be huh? Though you couldn't deny that your nose and eyes were starting to water a bit too.

• (Y/N): Ahh I wouldn't worry about it too much. You get used to it . . . eventually. What you need to focus on is how amazing this will taste.

• Setting the plate down Hiccup hesitantly looked at the meal questioning how he managed to end up in this situation. Glancing back up at you, you sheepishly awaitrd for him to take his first bite. Not wanting to be a bad friend Hiccup slowly grabbed the bone of the lamb, and slowly brought the meat to his face. With bone in hand he determined that it was either going to be now or never and with that he took his first bite. After chewing for a bit his face contorted from worried to midly intrigued.

• Hiccup: You know *chewing* its actually not half bad. . .

• And then he started coughing. Standing in shock you weren't sure how to react. The poor man was clinging to the table for support and you were convinced that you accidentally poisoned him.

• (Y/N): *internally* Oh GODS!! I killed our future chief with the power of pepper!!!!

• Through watered eyes Hiccup could still makeout your panicked expression. Feeling bad he did his best to try and reassure you that nothing was wrong.

• Hiccup: *hacking up a lung* . . Oh no! No! No! . . .*coughing* we're all good! It's really not that bad.

• (Y/N): *worried* . . not that bad???

• Hiccup: *trying to compose himself* . Yeah . . well I mean no! It's not bad at all. It's uh . . different. . but in a good way! Just wasn't expecting to be breathing fire like Toothless you know?

• Hiccup was trying to lighten the mood but you felt too bad for hurting him so you swiftly took the rest of the lamb away.

• Hiccup: Hey now. . .I can still finish it! Once you get past the initial shock the taste is really good!

• You could only stare at him in disbelief.

• Hiccup: I mean I'd hate to waste all the effort you'd put into making this. . . uh . . what did you call all that stuff again?

• (Y/N): It's spices . . .I'm used to this stuff . . . Mom used to use it a lot growing up where I'm from.

• Hiccup: *intrigued* Oh and where would that be? As far as I am aware no Viking that I ever ran into eats food like this.

• You promptly explain where your from and how you managed to get all the way out to here. Afterwards you were only left with a speechless Hiccup. His own shock had completely taken over his senses that he couldn't even feel the lingering burn in his mouth anymore.

• Hiccup: Wow! . . Thats uh that's a ways away. *disbelief* I mean Ha! When you said you weren't from here I didn't think that included the whole Archipelago! You have to tell me more! What's it like there? I'm sure the weather isn't nearly as cold as it is here. . And what about all you've seen? I'm sure you've been to some incredible places before and . .

• And there he goes again. Having completely forgotten about the food he just ate Hiccup was way more invested in your travels. Well at least he's enthusiastic but, lets just say the lamb had turned cold by the time the two of you were done talking.

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Astrid:

• It is a quiet afternoon out on the Edge and all seemed right in the world. No Dragon thieves had made any major appearances lately. The weather was as beautiful as ever and not a cloud in the sky was cast overhead. With this moment of calm you decided to seize the opportunity and make yourself a nice warm meal just like your sister used to make.

• Peeling away you happily hummed a tune unaware of a certain blonde Viking approaching you.

• Astrid: *sneaking uo on you* . . . Boo!

• You nearly dropped your potato as you yelped in surprise.

• (Y/N): Astrid!!

• Astrid: *Through laughter she punches your side lightly* wow! Didn't think you were that distracted! You know if I were one of Viggos men you'd have been in a lot of trouble or worse. *she said that last part with a sly tone*

• (Y/N): *Collecting yourself you playfully responded back* Ha! Well I'd feel a lot more sorry for them considering who's outside. *You gestured to your Dragon who's been happily watching you cook this whole time*

• Returning to your peeling Astrid had taken a seat next to you to observe.

• Astrid: *enthusiastic* Oh wow! What's all this?

• (Y/N): Oh you know, just cooking up some lunch here, a bit of potatoes and carrots. All gonna pair nicely with the lamb I'm cooking.

• Astrid: Haha, I can see that much but what's the stuff in the bag?

• Those would be the spices she's referring too. You had bought some a while back at Berk during the Spring Market and today was the day you decided to use them lest they go bad.

• (Y/N): Oh that! It's just some spice, poppy seed, some garlic a bit of Paprika. You know?

• Astrid: No not really? Definitely not the Paprika. So you cook with it?

• It was in that moment you remembered where you were and who exactly you were talking to. These were Vikings for Odin's sake! Not exactly a group of people known for their tasteful meals.

•(Y/N): Oh That's right! Y'all have no idea what this all is *you excitingly got to work cutting a bit of the lamb off for Astrid to try* Oh oh oh! Here! Try some of this. Finished cooking a few minutes ago so it still should be warm.

• Astrid was happy to try the meat and didn't even think twice about what she was putting in her mouth. As she chewed and eventually swallowed you were met with wide and wonderous eyes that made your heart dance.

• Astrid: Oh wow (Y/N) this is really good! I didn't know you could cook like that!

• (Y/N): Why thank you! I'll be sure to make some extra next time if that's alright with you?

• Surprisingly the spice had little effect on Astrids palette. Maybe it's because you were so generous with it that she couldn't even taste it. But then again the flushed cheeks and beads of tiny sweat told a different story. Whether she could feel the heat or not Astrid did enjoy the taste and was even more happy to hear you'd cook for her again in the future.

• Though simply having you cook all the time isn't polite, right? That night Astird feel asleep to wonderful idea clouding her thoughts that sent her racing towards the kitchen early the next morning.

• Stumbling into the kitchen your nose was immediately hit with a wave of spice the likes of which you've never smelt before. Normally a pleasant smell if you don't go overboard but the air felt like it had been marinating in it for a few hours. How anyone could be in here cooking was beyond you.

• With tired eyes you tried your best not to rub them but the tears were already starting to form. You could barely make out who was in here with you but you had a good idea as to who it could be.

• (Y/N): *yawning* . . .Astrid?

• Astrid: Perfect timing! I was just going to have Stormfly snatch you.

• (Y/N): *Hesitantly* . . mmmh . . .What are you doing?

• Astrid: I have the best thing for you! Say hello to some warm breakfast. Stew made from the leftovers you had yesterday.

• A bowl was placed right in front of you. The stew sloshing around a mixture of brown and orange colors as a few bits of meat and carrots bobbed on the surface. It didn't look too bad but the smell was warning you to run away.

• (Y/N): Looks . m uh . . interesting.

• Astrid: Oh that's not even the best part! I used more of that Paper kera you had.

• Well that would explain all the orange.

• (Y/N): . . . Ohhh . did you now? . . *softly* and it's uh Paprika.

• With a shaky hand you brought the bowl to your lips. Slowly you slurped up the stew, spice punching the back of your throat and stinging your nose like a raging firey typhoon. And you thought you had a better spice tolerance than this. With the stew in your cheeks you did your best to try and swallow. Astrid was staring with anticipation and the only thing preventing you from spitting it all out was Snotlout who had just entered the room to fix himself some breakfast of his own.

• Snotlout: Whoa!! What is THAT??

• Quickly you swallowed to try and defend Astrid even though your throat was now on fire and you could barely breathe through your snot covered nose.

• (Y/N): DELICIOUS! . . .*coughing* that's what that is Astrid. . . delicious.

• Snotlout: *coughing profusely* . . more like delusional.

• You shot Snotlout a glare, even though he was right. The stew was more like a thick goop than anything but you didn't want to hurt Astrid's feelings so you toughed it out for her sake.

• (Y/N): . . mmm . . Definitely *cough* . uh new that's for sure. The texture is fun . . mmhmm.

• Astrid: Well at least YOU like it. *she said directing her sterness towards Snotlout*. And if you're going to be busy Snotlout I will just have the others eat up the rest instead.

• And with that Astrid left the kitchen on the back of Stormfly to round up the others. Meanwhile you shamefully sat in your chair contemplating exactly what you were supposed to do with slop in front of you. At least Snotlout wasn't confused, he knew exactly what buttons to push to get some entertainment out of his day.

• Snotlout: *laughing* well don't let me ruin this. You have fun with *gestures at the bowl* THAT.

• Disappontingly you had nothing to say back. Thinking for a moment more you decided the best course of action was to not let your friends be poisoned by Astrids mystery stew. Rolling up your sleeves you had a Stew to save and you only hoped you had enough ingredients to use.

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Snotlout:

• As the afternoon sun began to dip into the horizon all was beginning to settle down after a long day of work. The colors of the sky faded into a dark indigo with only the tiniest of stars to illuminate overhead. You were basking in the environment around you as your fellow dragon riders made their way to their respective homes. You were sitting along the shore with a small bonfire infront of you to keep you warm. Your Dragon was ready to call it a night as they happily rested alongside you. One would deem it wise to start getting ready for bed but your stomach had other demands.

• Having worked up an appetite you had prepared yourself ingredients to make a much deserved feast. You began as your Brother always used to prepare food. Cleaning the Chicken, dicinging it up into nice cube sized pieces and dousing it in as much spice as your heart desired. Oh spices. . . they make even a bad meal taste better than a mediocre one. Speaking of mediocre thats all you've been tasting ever since you moved out to the Barberic Archipelago. There are probably some Vikings who've gone their whole lives without ever knowing if food could have a taste. You were just lucky enough to catch Trader Johan on a good day and actually aquire some of these spices.

• As your fingers squished the chicken around you added some White mustard, a bit of Parsley here and there and the most important spice of them all. The Godssend that is Paprika. As you were adding the meat to the pan and ready to cook it over the fire your peaceful silence was short lived when a certain Jorgensen decided to crash the party. Literally.

• Snotlout: Woah WoAHH HOOKFANG I Said UP NOT DOWN . . UPPP!!

• As the two crash landed a few feet away kicking up all sorts of sand and rock. Snotlout was quick on his feet to try and make himself look presentable the moment he saw you staring at his misfortune.

Snotlout: *Dusting himself off* Pfft . . Totally *strained voice* Totally ment for us to do that. . . that . uh that was just a taste of a new flight patern were doing. *bitterly* Right Hookfang??

• Your expression never changing its apathetic look you silently hum out a "mmhmm".

• Snotlout: Oh sure absolutely, we just got to get the timing right. Anything to impress the babe's y'know?

• (Y/N): Oh Thor. . . *you swore if your eyes could roll into the back of your head they would*

• He said that last part with smirk as he strode on over inviting himself into your cooking session. Snotlout does what Snotlout wants and as he sat down a little too close might I add to your presence, his eyes became transfixed on something else rather than on you for once.

• Snotlout: Tsk. What's all this?

• You lightly pushed his side as he gave you a pout and a whine. Staring at his blue puppy dog eyes you could only shake your head and lightly laugh.

• (Y/N): It's food! You know?? *You playfully imitate biting with your teeth as Snotlout rolled his eyes*

• Snotlout: *a but grumpy* pfft . . yeah. I know that much.

• Another small laugh escaped you as began cooking the chicken. After his mini pout session was done he was carefully observing your cooking, until he spoke out to try and fill the growing silence between you.

• Snotlout: Didn't know you could cook.

• (Y/N): Oh yeah? *You asked between stirs*

• Snotlout: Well I mean . . Its uh . . It's because I uh never knew you felt the need to cook.

• A mixture of shock and laughter escaped your lips as you brain scrambled together to try and understand what Snotlout was implying.

• (Y/N): It's not that I feel the NEED Snotlout, maybe it's simply because I want to. *You state plainly as you give him a gentle stare down*

• Snotlout: Right right right. Of course it's just that I'm here babe. *He says again with a smirk his ego taking over the conversation once more*

• (Y/N): And?

• Snotlout: *sounding a bit hurt* And you could have asked meee!! I'll have you know I'm somewhat of a cook myself.

• (Y/N): *Teasing* Oh I'm sure you are Snotlout.

• Snotlout: I've learned everything I need to know from mother.

• He says pride beaming off of him, so much so that if it were an actual light source it would have been strong enough to light up the island. Returning to your cooking Snotlout noticed the subtle ignoring and didn't like it one bit.

• Snotlout: *Sternly* I'm being serious!!

• (Y/N): *Teasing* I don't doubt it.

• Snotlout: Uh huh! And it's waaaay better than whatever your doing.

• (Y/N): Okay so try it.

• Snotlout: Huh?

• It was your turn to act cocky. Plating the chicken the fresh aroma wafting in the wind a devilish idea sprouted in your head. If this was a challenge why not make it a war.

• (Y/N): If you're soooo confident that my cookings bad then prove it. . . I gotta warn you I like my food hot

• Snotlout takes the plate and eyes it suspiciously.

• Snotlout: Ah well yeah? Of course it's going to be hot. It's cooked over fire why wouldn't it be hot?

• (Y/N): Oh sorry I forgot you're an expert at these things my bad! *you say sarcastically*

• Although he was holding the plate with unnecessary force he hadn't yet taken a bite of the food. Eyeing it he wasn't sure what to make of it.

• (Y/N): what's wrong Snotty? It's just chicken.

• Snotlout: Yeah, Yeah I get that!!

• So then why wasn't he taking the bite? After eyeing it some more he finally, hesitantly, took a bite, and immediately regretted it. You could see from the water in his eyes that the spice was already affecting him and his mouth was not happy. His cheeks became as red as Hookfangs scales, who was currently laughing at his riders misfortune. Snotlout nearly dropped the plate which you had to laugh.

• Snotlout: *through shakey breathing* Oh Gods why is it on fire??? my tounges on fire!!! ow ow ow

• (Y/N): *Happily chewing* What's wrong? I thought you'd like the heat? It's just some spice!

• Snotlout: Is that what's causing my mouth to be on fire. Only HOOKFANG IS ALLOWED TO DO THAT. ow ow ow ow ow

• As he frantically looked around to try and get some water, you couldn't help but feel a bit bad for his situation. With a head shake and a light sigh you decided to help him out.

• (Y/N): I'll get you some milk. . . *you passed by him but, not without ruffling his hair* but not bad is it Snotlout? *a sly grin forming on your face*

• Snotlout: . . . .no. But why does it have to taste so painful!?!!