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howtowhumpyourhiccup · 4 years ago

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Could you elaborate more on your Dark!Hiccup AU? I really like it so far

@evilwriter37 @jettara @we-becca89

Oofs, I wasn’t expecting such a reception to this idea and I know it's been a couple of days, but I'll try to explain what I was thinking when I thought of this dark-but-not-really!Hiccup concept.

So I’ve mentioned that this Hiccup is basically the same as canon movie Hiccup. He's still Berk's hero and dragon expert, he's still on the side of what he feels is good and right. He still helps people and rescues dragons everywhere.

There are just a few key differences here and there that make him a tad bit darker than what canon Hiccup is actually like.

1. love is conditional.

This is immediately a big difference compared to canon!Hiccup because he feels like he believes in the existence of unconditional love. So that's a difference with this version of Dark!Hiccup. Or like, Greyish!Hiccup, if you will.

One of the things that he’s been lead to believe growing up is that love is good and nice to have and give, but that it’s very much a thing based on conditions. At least when it comes to humans due to him first needing to fit in or have his unconventional ways be perceived as useful before he received any sort of acceptance.

In this AU, he doesn't come home to Berk after the Red Death with the belief "I'm finally accepted for who I am", but more with "I'm finally useful as I am." Which are two very different mindsets. One is definitely healthier than the other.

The latter has lead him to believe that his dad’s love for him, his Riders’ love for him, and even Astrid’s love for him will fade the second he’s out of this perceived grace and can’t fulfill this role of hero they’ve put him in after the defeat of the Red Death.

He doesn't know that this isn't true and that they do love him to death and beyond. And that while his love for them is still that strong as well. This is actually a mindset that makes how much he loves them hurtful to him in a way because of this perceived belief that they don't feel as strongly for him.

This is also true when he's together with Astrid. He loves her, enjoys his time with her "while he still can". It's a very stressful existence. (Or the OT6 if you prefer. ;D)

This excludes the dragons, especially Toothless, as they didn't need him to prove himself as worthy first. He just needed to not kill or hurt them, which is really the bare minimum.

2. He's kind of two-faced.

The usually cheery and overly enthusiastic Hiccup that the Dragon Riders know and love isn't quite as real as they think. He's kind of two-faced on that matter, acting a certain way and hiding behind a façade of naivety. You can't tell that he's always overthinking most things if he doesn't look like it. Works great on enemies, too, who often take him at face value at first before he and the Dragon Riders show them what they are really like.

In reality, Greyish!Hiccup is quite aloof and keeps to himself more, quite introverted. Being around the Riders is quite draining, though he hides this as well as he can.

Which, again, doesn't mean he doesn't truly appreciate and love his Riders. He just really feels like he needs to keep up this act and be this persona.

3. Hiding secrets and is actually good at lying.

This is also where I kinda want to fit my "Hiccup's right leg was also severely burned" headcanon into. So I'm going to use that as an example.

Basically, the idea I had was that only Stoick, Gothi, and Gobber know that both of Hiccup's legs were in bad shape with one ending up partially amputated.

Hiccup, believing that "love is conditional" thing, keeps the bad shape of his right leg to himself and keeps that he's keeping it to himself to himself. Gothi has no reason to talk about possible issues with his scars with anyone other than Hiccup. And Gobber doesn't exactly regularly bring them up in conversation either, so it works. And with the limp from his left leg, it's easier to write off issues with his right leg as "oof, just my stump acting up again, you guys!"

Basically, he keeps things about himself secret that he thinks others, not even his friends, don't need to know. Anything that he fears may make him seem weak in the eyes of his village.

He's also a fairly good liar and this is where the "kinda two-faced" part comes in again. Because the Riders and the people of Berk are of the opinion that Hiccup's a bad liar. They just don't know that's a specially crafted lie, too.

4. Kind of a hypocrite.

Still kind and compassionate, however, he insists that his loved ones come to him for stuff no matter how small, including when he finds out the Riders are hiding injuries from him like during RttE. Which is hypocritical of him since he's been hiding things such as a terribly burned leg from them for 3 years already at that point.

And he's still all "feelings are important" while either completely disregarding his own or hiding them.

4. Get them before they get you.

Something he's actually learned from Viggo. He believes Berk will one day turn on him like they have when he was very little and like they have turned on Toothless and the other dragons a few times because of the word and manipulation of one old and bitter man.

This Hiccup takes a little more to Viggo. He still doesn't like Viggo, but he does take his lessons to heart in a different way than canon!Hiccup does. When Viggo teaches him to be a few steps ahead of his foe, Hiccup decides to be a few steps ahead of Berk.

He knows the dragons, save for the few who's bond is strong with their human, will leave Berk if he and Toothless were to ever leave permanently.

Or he rides his hopes on this, at least. He'll play the roles Berk wants him to, he'll be their hero, the one who fixes things, and then one day he'll be their chief for however long that will last. But if Berk ever turns on him again, he plans on leaving and taking the dragons, and all the advantages that comes with having them around, with him.

He's certain that day will come and he’s put a fail-safe in place in case that happens. But until then, he does enjoy the pleasures of living in a human community.

5. Doesn't mind hurting people.

He doesn't prefer it either, but if he has to get his hands dirty, he’s more likely to do it than canon!Hiccup. He's more subtle about it from ages 15-20, but when he has to take over from his father as chief, that becomes just a bit more obvious because he feels like it's more necessary then.

6. Holds grudges more easily.

He's not as easy to forgive. When Alvin "makes up" with Stoick, he doesn't trust him and that brings their truce in danger when he becomes chief. When Dagur switches sides, it's Toothless who convinces him to give him a second chance, but the trust doesn't take a mere few weeks or months to come.

He's not as easy to forgive and betrayal makes it worse.

7. Everything is a ploy.

Whether he realizes it himself or not, at some point, everything revolves around a ploy of some kind. Whether it's which side of his personality he chooses to show, the secrets he keeps, the lies he spreads, at some point, everything comes down to a ploy. And it's purely because he feels like it's necessary.

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Long story short, basically just canon Hiccup, except he's a little more hurt and more calculated then he is in canon. It’s a very exhausting existence and in the end it hurts him more than it actually helps.

And boy, won’t the Riders be hurt when they eventually find out.

I got that sorta figured out, too. Hiccup basically gets himself in trouble by stepping into a relationship that eventually becomes physical. Which means it’s only a matter of time until the burn scars the other person (or people) had no idea about are eventually revealed.

Sorry for the long wait for my reply and for the length of my reply.

#long post #asks #anonymous #au #whump au #alternate universe #hiccup haddock #greyish!hiccup au

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howtodrawyourdragon · 5 years ago

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Nothing Like Bonding During A Storm

Summary: In a modern world, Toothless has trouble adjusting to the surface world. Fortunately, he knows he can always count on Hiccup, even when nature's extremes bring down her wrath on the world.

Rating: General

Characters: Hiccup, Toothless

Words: 3 075

Author’s Notes:

That moment when you finish and post a one-shot about an AU that's been developing since February before finishing the actual main fic.

Anyway, I've been watching a lot of videos on YouTube about tornadoes and I find them very fascinating to look at. I often find myself wondering "how do people deal with possible natural disasters in a world that has ended" and this came to mind.

This is basically just dipping my toe in a concept with countless of possibilities and I will probably return to it later to explore it some more.

I have barely slept the past two days, I hope it doesn't show in this one-shot. It doesn't feel as exciting as I want it to be.

Also, hopefully I can finally get the main fic over and done with instead of daydreaming about it. I literally have another finished one-shot of this AU that I haven't posted yet.

Constructive criticism is appreciated.

Enjoy!

Ao3

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Hiccup muses that today is simply the culmination of his hubris. His natural and unrestrained curiosity, his want to travel, his workaholic tendencies, having a best bud for a dragon who would love to explore this new surface world with him... All of this was bound to come back to bite him in the ass someday and today is that day.

Flying way, way out West in the hopes of finding more human settlements that wished to regain contact with others, Hiccup and Toothless find themselves far away from home.

Though his father was initially against it, his plan on returning the vast network of communication that mankind once had before it was taken from them turned out to be a fruitful one and that is the only reason why Stoick ever agreed on letting Hiccup stray even farther away from home.

He still isn't quite so keen on letting his son out of his sight, even after all these years.

So far this country has been just as empty as he already figured it would be before they left Berk. It's been days since he and Toothless arrived and they have yet to find a single remaining human settlement.

Plenty of birds, critters, and other local wildlife, but no humans.

Not that they have managed to explore much. They have found an abandoned town close to a beach and spend a little while combing through it, but once it became clear that it was empty, they moved on.

But finding no human life on this mission to do just that will have to wait. There is a matter far, far more urgent that needed their attention.

High up in the sky, Toothless rumbles his concern to his Rider. Hiccup is already looking in the same direction he is, the map in his hands temporarily forgotten.

"I know, Bud. I'm keeping an eye on it, too." He tells him and it's as if the dragon understands, relaxing just a tad bit with the knowledge that Hiccup is aware of it, too.

In and around the Northern island of Berk, extreme weather isn't something Hiccup is unfamiliar with. The Winters could get so cold, especially during the weeks that he and his people nicknamed "Devastating Winter". A fitting name for the below-freezing temperatures and the blizzards that buried their houses annually.

Many people from different countries have called them stupid for continuing to live here, but then, they are descendants of the Vikings that once lived there. So maybe their problem isn't so much stupidity as it is pure stubbornness.

And with climate changing, though it has most likely slowed down since the year everything went wrong, the temperatures during Winter are even colder than they used to be when Hiccup was a child. And the Summers so much warmer.

On the North Sea, you can expect the occasional waterspout as well. But so long as it didn't come on land, it wasn't too much of a threat, not too much. For the island's inhabitants, that is.

But the clouds Hiccup and Toothless see swirling are a little too threatening for their comfort.

They are dark, appearing to be stacked on top of one another to create an uneven tower as wide as it is tall with a thick saucer-like shape at the base. The clouds that make up each level appear restless, opposite from their usually fluffy nature.

Above them and the flying duo lies a dark, ominous blanket that stretches for miles. There is a strong wind, conflicting up and downdrafts fighting for dominance, and they make the clouds and column dance and swirl. There is a downpour of rain and hail beneath as well. It makes the area underneath it seem foggy.

Their appearance makes Hiccup's heart swell in awe-inspiring trepidation and he has to swallow as his mouth feels dry. Meanwhile, Toothless looks on in fear.

He still hasn't had much experience with the surface's weather. The sight of this dark sky makes him feel like his heart is about to burst right out of his chest.

Hiccup hasn't forgotten, of course. He knows his Bud is completely inexperienced and relies on his Rider to know what is best.

Thankfully, always having been quite fascinated by things that could potentially kill him ever since he was young, Hiccup has done his fair share of research on certain weather phenomena. Much like Fishlegs and his interest in geology and mineralogy.

What Hiccup is staring at right now, it could possibly be called a mesocyclone.

There is a supercell inside that thing and the winds around them are getting harder to fight.

Lightning weaves its way through the clouds for miles. There are multiple strikes and they follow each other closely, speaking volumes of the storm's electrical strength. The thunder is a good indication of how close Dragon and Rider are, too. It is deafening.

Mindful of the metal holding Toothless' prosthetic together, Hiccup decides it is wise to land.

Folding the map in his hands up and pulling his backpack to his front to stuff it away, Hiccup then continues to look at the world below them.

There is plenty of space to land, lots of open fields for miles around them. But with how close those clouds are, Hiccup would feel better if there is a shelter or something they can hide in. Preferably a storm shelter just in case that supercell had a particular surprise in store for them today.

"Down there, Bud! Let's land and see if we can ride it out there." Hiccup tells his Night Fury when he spots two buildings on the ground with a fence all around the perimeter. An abandoned machine stands in the middle of an overgrown cornfield. It looks to be a farm.

Right at that moment, the downpour catches up and soaks them both in seconds and the winds grow even fiercer. Quickly after, hail that grows to be almost the size of the palm of his hand.

Toothless lets out a panicked yell, startled by the sudden shower.

"I know, Bud, I know! Set down near that farmhouse! Those wooden houses over there!" His Rider points them out to him and he folds his wings for a quick dive. While holding onto the saddle, Hiccup attempts to shield his dragon's eyes from the hail.

They land on the dirt road before the home that is swiftly becoming muddy beneath their feet. Toothless wastes little time to jump underneath the roofed porch, escaping the rainfall. Hiccup dismounts, pats his dragon on the neck, and goes to work on finding that storm shelter.

Sunlight teases them from the edges of the miles of clouds, but it is much too risky to try and escape this storm. Not with the speeds at which this supercell is traveling and certainly not with winds so strong possibly dislocating wings as wide as Toothless'.

Leaving the restless dragon on the porch, Hiccup runs down the steps and back out into the downpour, his prosthetic slipping in the mud. His hair and his clothes already stick to his skin.

One look told him the entrance to their salvation wasn't there under the porch. But on farmland miles away from the nearest city and closest hospital and with weather like this not being completely uncommon, there has to be shelter around here somewhere

Running around to the side of the house, it isn't long before Hiccup finds a set of slanted metal doors leading to a concrete room underneath the home where the basement should be. Approaching it and finding it without a padlock, Hiccup opens both doors and finds a stone stairway down into darkness. It's a storm shelter.

The hinges of the two doors rattle slightly with the wind and that worries him, but this place will have to do. No use taking to the skies now.

Something spooks Toothless and he calls out to his Rider. In the rain, thunder, and the hail, Hiccup can only just hear him and he turns around, shielding himself from the large chunks of frozen water, to find a sight that makes him stumble. His eyes would've widened in wonder if the rain didn't make it too difficult to see.

At the base of the mesocyclone, the rapidly whirling clouds have formed a greyish funnel-like shape that reaches for the earth. Witnessing the birth of what could possibly turn into a tornado, one of nature's most dangerous phenomena, is truly astonishing and Hiccup can hardly put his feelings into words. Such a library of languages at his disposal and not one word can describe them.

It is fast, too, much faster than he previously anticipated, and the girth is quickly gaining width as well.

But enough staring in wonder at nature's lethal beauty, Hiccup can tell that Toothless worries. That Night Fury has never seen anything like this before and is rightfully freaking out.

But what he can't tell and Hiccup can, is that the swirling of dirt and debris on the ground means that the tornado has already touched down and the funnel simply needs to follow to make its conception complete.

Hiccup also realizes, much too his growing discomfort, that it is much closer than he originally thought.

"Come on, Bud!" Toothless doesn't need to be told twice and he comes with a leap. Looking down into the shelter, he gives Hiccup a skeptical look.

"Hey, I may be an idiot, but humans know how to build things." Hiccup tells him, shouts at him over the growing noise all around them, though he worries whether his dragon will actually fit.

"This will keep us safe, Bud, trust me." He places a hand on Toothless' head, scratches him behind his earfin. The rain is pouring, the hail is falling, and his heart pumps blood through his veins with great speed, but Hiccup still smiles as if aerial wrath isn't about to descend upon them.

Where he gets that kind of bravery, Toothless honestly doesn't know.

Reassured by his Rider's calm demeanor, Toothless finds it in himself to descend into the near pitch-black shelter. The pouring rain stops for him.

Toothless fits and Hiccup feels comforted by this. It is without a doubt not spacious down there, but at least they won't have to face a storm that size.

Speaking of which, he turns to face the monstrous clouds behind him and his breath is taken away.

There is something gorgeous about the display he sees before him.

The funnel now connects the earth and the sky. The clouds are dark, but still, the tornado contrasts greatly against the grey background. The rain doesn't hide its deadly beauty and its enormous size makes him feels insignificant and small. More so than even Toothless had upon their first meeting.

If he'd been born and raised in this country, he probably would've become a storm chaser, of that Hiccup is sure. If life hadn't been turned upside down on a global scale.

Sounding almost like a human groaning in annoyance, Toothless briefly leaves the shelter to grab Hiccup by the shirt and pull him down the stairs.

"Yep! I'm coming! I'm coming!" Snapping out of the trance that will probably kill him someday, Hiccup follows.

Why must the human be so attracted to things that are lethal him? Are all humans like this or just his? He knows Astrid is a lot more careful than Hiccup.

"Toothless, can you find the light switch? I've shown you what they look like, right?" Hiccup asks as he struggles to close the metal doors. The wind has picked up and dirt is starting to fly up outside. The neglected fields are being flattened and by now the rotting fence in view is knocked down. Debris is approaching and before long the tornado itself will be there.

Two trees are uprooted just as Hiccup manages to hold them close and he fights the urge to figure out the EF ranking of this specimen.

The light flickers on and Hiccup finds the latch to keep the entrance closed. Once again he is grabbed by the back of his shirt and he lets Toothless pull him further down. He is in a hurry to get Hiccup with him.

There are many dusty shelves down here, but besides cobwebs and the occasional spider, they are already empty. Plundered empty, most likely. Or the family that lived here, took everything and left. Either way, there isn't much room for something the size of a Night Fury.

Toothless lies curled up with Hiccup in the middle and still he can only move so much.

The roaring of the storm outside grows and grows and the doors aren't quite enough to keep it out. The house above them begins to creak and groan as the unforgiving winds beat it mercilessly.

Despite his size and his lethal nature, Toothless shrinks underneath the unfamiliar noise that sounds so much louder in his sensitive ears. He's never been through a storm this size before. And while Hiccup hasn't either, he at least knows and understands what is currently raging right above them, tearing apart everything in its path.

"Shh, it's okay." Hiccup kneels beside him, pulse just slowing down.

The dragon's instincts are screaming at him to get out and flee, his fear is almost suffocating. All that grounds him now is his human's presence. In the still short time that they've known each other, Hiccup has already proven himself to be far braver than Toothless can ever call himself, though his Rider would disagree. He trusts his judgment.

The house above them gives in beneath the endless abuse and is loudly ripped from its foundation. It is proof of the twister's power.

The dragon yells in Hiccup's face as if he even needs to be told and the human pulls his head onto his lap and embraces it.

He can't imagine how scary this must be for him. Before the surface world, Toothless didn't even know what rain was. So extreme weather like this was like a nightmare come to life.

Wrapping his forelegs around his Rider, Toothless finds solace with him.

The two don't know which is louder. The thunder booming above them or the roaring of the twister that, by all likelihood, is leveling everything above them.

Hiccup attempts to cover his Bud's ears. His own eardrums feel like they are about to burst.

This couldn't have lasted for more then a couple of seconds with the wind speeds this storm travels with, maybe a minute or two at most, but it felt like an eternity. Toothless' grip on his Rider tightens.

And then it passes.

The roaring leaves them, the explosive thundering moves on. Gradually, careful silence returns.

Their ears continue to drum for a little while longer.

Toothless moves to look up to Hiccup to see what the knowledgeable human thinks, but Hiccup shakes his head and pulls him back down.

They wait for at least an hour just to be sure.

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Toothless is close to napping when his Rider moves. Letting go, he raises his head to watch Hiccup rise awkwardly on his prosthetic.

He doesn't say a word as he climbs the stairs and out of Toothless' sight. The grating noise of metal sliding against metal reaches his ears and light comes shining down into the shelter.

Hiccup returns soon after with a smile.

"Come on out, Bud. It's safe now." He tells him and Toothless once again doesn't need to be told twice.

The air outside is relieving and welcomes the dragon as he ascends the stairs and exits the shelter. It is humid and a little chilly. Toothless takes a deep sniff and still smells the rain.

The tornado is gone and the wind has calmed. The once quaint farmland, though abandoned, is in ruins all around them. The long grass of the fields and the weeds lie flat against the ground, there is corn all around them, and trees are torn in two or entirely uprooted. Half of the barn has collapsed, but the house has been mostly leveled. Nearby lie the crushed remains of a metal contraption that humans call a car.

Turning his head, in the far distance, Toothless spots the dark tower and lightning is still striking. The thunder isn't as loud now.

But Hiccup isn't looking at the carnage. Hands on his hips, he is staring up at the sky.

Coming to stand next to him, Toothless follows his example.

The clouds above them, now tinted a lovely orange, are strangely shaped now. There is an entire blanket of them separating the earth and the sky above it. There are rows and rows of fluffy pouches that reflects the light of the sun beautifully.

He can see why Hiccup would smile at the sight. And in an area as abandoned as this, no human or dragon life was lost that they know of, so they can only bask in the moment.

"Glad we got that tornado warning, huh, Bud? The movies never said that we still needed to deal with natural disasters. Ah well, the joys of a post-apocalyptic world, I guess." Toothless doesn't know what his Rider is talking about, probably something he used to know from the time before their worlds met.

Hiccup kicks a nearby wooden board away and removes his backpack to check its contents. There are some things in there that can't get wet. Fortunately, it is a good backpack and everything inside it is still dry. He briefly ponders his raincoat, but leaves it. His plaid shirt and the one beneath it are already wet, no use pulling it out now.

But they were lucky, that is for sure. They are probably bruised, to be sure, but that the hail didn't hit them in the head, or the eyes in Toothless' case, is nothing short of a miracle. And to come upon this abandoned land with a storm shelter when they needed it most... If people still lived here then he and Toothless would have been forced to brave the storm.

Though they can still see flashes of lightning in the clouds in the far distance, the storm is dying. And with the sun setting in the horizon, Hiccup figures it is probably wise to find a nice spot to spend the night. Somewhere far away, where he would be certain they will be safe.

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losing-my-will · 5 years ago

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A Railway Named Desire

A/N: Yes, like the movie “A Streetcar Named Desire” Though it’s not inspired/based on it. I just borrowed the title and played a bit with it. I recommend that film.

Summary: Hiccup and Astrid fight before embark their trip towards Valka’s home to spend New Year. Soon enough, they find the solution in the metallic wagon’s inner. One-shot. Modern AU. NSFW. Hiccstrid.

She was so fucking angry.

She kept trotting through the poorly lit hall and its smell of piss and its moldy patches scattered on the floor. Teeth sank on her bottom lip, scarcely retaining the boiling irate even though outrage seeps lower on her insides.

Crossing the control zone, delivering the tickets and entering in the train shrouded on a foul mood. Not a glimpse from the joyous love bubble the pair was spotted half hour ago. Because yes, she’s to remember her boyfriend walking behind her, his ghastly limp with him, and she wants to stop and let the worry flood her. But she’s awfully angry.

Their room is small, of dark wood and tinges of bogus gold running the threshold and window frame. There’s a single bed at the left, and a cabinet attached to the right to snug their stuff.

“Let me…” Hiccup shyly says, after placing his bag onto the metallic shelves, Astrid senses his intention, so she quickly plucks her own bag away from his reach.

“I can handle my things.” She bites back, lifting her bag and lodging it, and it’s a bitter reminding than a grumpy advert.

His shoulders slumps in defeat and partly disappointment. Hiccup knows better than anyone on not push beyond those words, limiting himself in a silently nod of the head and stiffed jaw.

Both lovers sat awkwardly and taking each side end of the mattress. It wasn’t exactly how they’d planned on spending their trip, the majority ideas involved weren’t creative and they mostly coincided on a steamy ambiance and husky whispers and heated gropes. They were already heading in that motive since leaving the taxi; hand in hand and entering on the station, laughing, kissing and fooling around.

And then bloody bazars occurred. Christmas just days ago left its traces, the town in which they move after betrothing usually gets too enthusiastic with the decorations. And there isn't other time of the year in which Astrid Hofferson’s inner little child comes out as an overwhelming spirit of the festivity, demanding and sprawled with the excitement filling her to the brim.

It’s adorable sometimes, unbearable when stretch to a peak. But she was his girlfriend, her soon-to-be-wife, and he loves her so much it broads his heart and makes his pulse race.

But an hour ago her behavior was hellish. They were calmingly strolling towards the train, until Astrid halted suddenly; a fat, smiling Santa, that’s what caught her attention, it stood there with twinkle greyish eyes and holding its torch, fully displayed from the glassy showcase.

She crossed the threshold with a single goal in mind… but ‘pompous red waves and uneven tan’ stomped in and shoved her aside with wallet and cash in hand.

The more she recalls the incident the more sense Hiccup’s actions have, yes, it was wise he’d grabbed her from the waist before earning a banning of the store and probably of the station –though it wouldn’t be completely her fault- Gods, she’s twenty four, soon five. What’s she, a goddamn bratty child?

Yet, despite her boyfriend’s good heart and kind motives, yanking her out and yelling at her triggered the boiling churn in her stomach and hurt her pride too.

The rustle of the wheels was the only noise slicing through the thick silence between them. How he could start? Well, he tried to apologize, but he went half way stammering a feeble speech. Astrid determinably scowled at him, and decided to ignore him or reply curtly.

In the years he’s spent with Astrid, a little space to clear the mind was better option than jumping in a solution with a hectic head. That doesn’t necessarily mean rule out soothed words and amends.

For now, they could only stare at nothing and immerse in their thoughts.

Shit, he’s gonna die alone.

His pocket buzzed strangely, until he realized it’s his phone. Weird, he remembers turning it off. Pressing the button the screen flashed with a notification.

Scott ‘snot’ His cousin

Hiccup’s thumb slides across and unblocks the cellphone.

Scott ‘snot’ 18:57

Hey :) Cusie.

Henry 18:58

What?

Scott ‘snot’ 19:00

You’re on board?

Henry 19:01

If you mean on the train, yes.

Scott ‘snot’ 19:02

Good, are you busy?

Henry 19:02

No.

Scott ‘snot’ 19:03

Are you both not even fucking?

Hiccup recognizes his wounded male pride, but that’s stupid so he sweeps it away.

Henry 19:04

What do you care?

Scott ‘snot’ 19:07

Virgins

Henry 19:09

What is it, Snot?

Scott ‘snot’ 19:10

Given you’re not doing nothing, and probably Astrid’s dying in boredom.

Hiccup rolls eyes and sighs loudly in exasperation.

Henry 19:10

Fuck off.

Scott ‘snot’ 19:10

A pleasure of me of gifting you a tutorial

Henry 19:11

Snot, srly. Fuck off.

Hiccup felt a shift at his side. Astrid. She’s assessing her nails, and her blonde hair works as a curtain hiding her profile.

Scott ‘snot’ 19:13

No fun cus

But really I’ve smthing you might be interest

A video, I just sent it

Henry 19:14

Better not be prank

Scott ‘snot’ 19:14

We’re not kids.

His brows shoot upwards, ‘Says the man who still laughs at cock jokes’. He took a long inhale. Before play the video, he makes sure of Astrid. She’s fine, her knees almost touching his though. Did she scoop near to him?

The video’s thumbnail can’t hint anything bad, but coming from his cousin it’s enough to be suspicious.

“Yes! Oh my god! Yes, yes, yes! AH!”

“You like that?!”

“Harder!”

“You like it slut?! Your cunt fucke-!”

Of course it'd to be porn.

His face raises some degrees, he felt suddenly awkward with a mix of feelings; annoyance, shame, -arousal, even if he denies it-. He quickly texted Scott;

Henry 19:20

Very mature!

Scott ‘snot’ 19:21

You saw it?

Henry 19:21

What do you think?

Scott ‘snot’ 19:21

Well, that one’s my favorite

Henry 19:22

Not funny! And fuck off!

Scott ‘snot” 19:23

Bon voyage ;DDD

“What the fuck, Hiccup?”

Shit.

“Scott.” He only says. Astrid grimaces, she half-hates his cousin. Probably now thinking he’s stupid for fall for it.

“You’re stupid.” Yep, just how Hiccup presumes it. When he faces her, her expression is wrapped in wrathful.

“I know,” he answers dryly.

“Like, really stupid.”

“Yes, I get it!” Then he winces.

There’s another shift, and her legs intertwines with his, “I’m given you a hard time?” she teases.

“W-what?”

“I don’t want us fight, babe.”

“Yea-”

“So ask my for forgiveness.”

He snorts. Astrid too, her head’s tilted imprinted with a banter smirk.

“Where’s the joke?”

“I’m the joke.”

She hums, “You’re mine joke.”

“I can live with that.”

They chuckle. Then Hiccup clears his throat.

“Forgive me, please,” he took her hands, more confident she’ll not withdraw them.

“Hiccup, babe, you did what you thought was right, and though I wanted to butchered you and hack your head off your body, I understand to a point. However,” she smirks darkly. “Do that again and maybe something’ll gonna be missed in our next fun moment.��

He swallows, but nods otherwise. “Written down,” he sighs. “I’m really sorry, love. It wasn’t my intention of carry you like-”

“…A ragged doll?”

He nods.

“It’s okay, Hiccup,” she insist, but he shakes his head denying. “Just don’t do that again, or it’ll be more serious consequences,” she warns.

“I’m sorry, and I love you.”

Knuckles and thumb supports his weight of one side, with the left he caress her silky cheek. Holding neared bashful glances, their faces crimson and coyly smiles tugging lips. Hiccup finds himself just as enthralled as Astrid. Her beauty is something he’ll never gonna truly get used to; every peek at her sky-blue eyes, at her smooth skin he knows very well how glows in the mornings, her sweet smiles and gracious giggles, every detail feels like the first time.

He’s never guessed how she looks at him, what he thinks of him. Must be something really good so to stick with him and make him worthy of her eyelash’s flirty fluttering, of the melody of her voice, her quiet gasps and gradually loud moans at dawns, and sunsets, and nights.

To welcome him within the valley of soft mounds of swelled flesh. Of fitting him happily between her toned creamy thighs.

The light flashes a bit, and the wagon’s shake triggered a sway of her breasts, which hasten him to look at it. The linen white blouse flows freely with the cool wind from the open window. And yet another bid drags utterly his attention.

They stand, pushing through the fabric, a glimpse of their pinkish color –‘thanks oh bloody illumination’.

He raked his eyes upwards her sharps collarbones, her long neck, and catches the thick gulp she has made. They interlock blue and emerald once more.

Astrid proceeds with the first assault, unable to resist the strained binds.

She clashes her mouth with his, a kiss languorous and slow at first. They separate and graze each other’s lips, occasionally exhaling warm breaths. His tongue creeps amidst his teeth, and she questions why isn’t already shoving into her and tangling with hers.

The palm touching her cheek descends and cradles her nape, before sighing contently and press on the corners of her mouth, she opens it instinctively and strife in search for his chapped lips. Hiccup eludes her tries and starts peppering open-mouthed sloppy kisses across her nose first, coddling her light freckles over there, her jaw, and he lingers behind her ear, ‘fuck, I love you so much’ he whispers. He then travels down the column of her throat, tasting her sweetness, getting drunk with her whimpers.

“Hic-!” he sucks her right where the skin throbs. “Yes!”

He fidgets with the first buttons, exposing her chest for further access, and Astrid helps him despite her maddening state of pleasure, even though her rickety state. Their fingers collide pulling the collar open; in their eagerness they almost tore the cloth apart. She laughs, because she can, because she’s in love and wants to make love to this beautiful, stubborn, reckless man she’d the pleasure to meet and be betrothed.

“Touch me” she says, and it sounds lame to her ears, and not half of her inner desires were voiced. But she gives a crap, there’re much ways to express it.

He raises his head, gifting Astrid a condescending smirk, “You wish that?” he asks, tracing his fingertips on her collarbone, “You do? How, Astrid?” his nails scrapes down what lets the cleavage see.

“I need your kisses, I crave for your touch, I want you entirely, babe,” she mumbles it against his forehead.

Then again he claims her mouth whilst his hands kneed her ass, her hips, and her inner thighs. She moans, and it’s a noise so rich and fucking enticing that he swallows it. He sees himself in keen urgency of archive everything that’s Astrid; her essence, her soul, her mind and body. She’s a precious he thought unattainable. And yet, she’s here with him, and they're pouring their love in heated gropes and thirsty kisses. Right, she’s not a trophy, and it’s only a miracle she dates him firstly. At the same time, he wants to unravel her; shred her in blisses pieces with him within her, to only reconstruct her once more and again, again, again.

“Get naked” she commands, and those only sharps words reminding him how willingly he can be her slave, and never has to forget how strongly and independent she is. And if she wants something, she’ll have it.

“Gladly.” He shags off his t-shirt, throwing it somewhere on the room’s floor. She tossed hers, and Hiccup can understand why he’d saw so clearly her breasts, “When you took it off?” he asks, referring to her bra.

“Oh. Remember when we went inside the coffee shop right after getting out the cab? And I said I needed the restroom?”

Realization struck him, making his jaw slack and wide in a silence ‘O’. He recalls her walking out the door with a mischievous glint he couldn’t fathom.

“Minx.” He accuses.

“Oh, Hiccup.” She laughs, “And you’re saint.” Taking hold of his clothed erection; she massages it.

“Astrid,” he moans.

“You like it?” she asks just like in the video. Her boyfriend’s eyes widen in horrid.

She laughs and kisses him again, “Come on. Let’s beat those porn stars.”

“Stop,” he groans and it mingles with her chuckles.

Her small, caring palms cupped his jaw; attractively squared and bush barely growing, but itchy otherwise, “Let’s unite tonight”; they delved in a gives-butterfly-kiss, caressing each other needy

“Gods you’re so beautiful,” he whispers.

“So are you,” she crooked her fingers on his waistband teasingly, after playing with the reddish hair of his pelvis, “I remember saying you to get undress.”

“And I remember being raised a gentleman. So, ladies first.”

She swatted his forearm, but leaned on her back sighing, “Such polite you say you are, have the pleasure.”

With gleaming eyes, he roams her bare chest, heaving exhilarated. He took his jeans, unbuckling and sliding them downwards his skinny legs. Then positioned himself in the space of her spread legs. He planted kisses here and there whilst his dexterous and very long fingers unzipped her shorts, and then pulling of it ardently.

“Fuck!” she shrieks breathlessly as chill air kisses her limbs.

“You’re soaked wet,” he says flabbergasted peering her exposed underwear while takes off his shoes and hers before finishing undress both.

“What do you think, muttonhead? I’ve needed you since we left the house. And even after we discussed.”

He swipes his index through it, triggering a throaty moan from her, “Foreplay?”

“Just fuck me.”

Hiccup lowers his body until he’s laying on his stomach as his elbows -placed below her knees- supports his weigh. He nibbles her inner thighs carefully, grazing above his teeth on the whitish skin.

“Yes.”

He parts the swollen, pink flesh, and dips his tongue in the slit.

“Yes!”

The taste is erotic as ever; musky, slick, and a hint of strawberry due her intimate soap for there. He circles and presses occasionally, prompting gasps from her. When he finds her clit, it’s a whole different story.

“Fuck yes!” she springs as he sucks the little bundle, a bit of her sprays on his chin, and he really can’t be more possible enamored.

“Like that you like that” he comments, continuing by licking the junction of her leg and thigh.

“D-don’t stop, p-please.”

“Never,” they find each other’s eyes; obscured and filled with an irresistible desire, he looms above her pelvis smooching the curly blonde hairs, “You’re so…Astrid.”

Her eyes roll back her skull, releasing an unhinged whimper.

Guaranteed she’s ready; Hiccup lifts his upper body, dragging himself over her, rubbing his body with hers, “Think we’re ready?”

“I have been for a while; I’m just waiting for you.”

Being betrothed, and assured to spend their lives together, condoms usually weren’t solicited. Except that Astrid’s on the pill, just in case.

“Hurry up, babe.” He positions, bracketing her lithe form in his arms whilst her legs and knees crooked around his shoulders, “Fuck me, Hiccup, please” she urges, pulling him closer. His head skims her folds, and it’s overwhelming for both young lovers.

“Fuck,” he says in gritted teeth.

“Fuck my brains out.”

“Astrid!” Hiccup scolds.

“Sorry.”

He wraps himself in his left hand, guiding through the heated flesh. At her entrance, he pushes; inch by inch.

“Yeeeesss.” Her spine bows upwards pushing her breasts near his mouth, ‘gods, I’m blessed’ he thought.

Once he feels his head’s touching deep her cavern, he retracts, and slams back in.

“Oh my god!”

After that first assault, he rotates hips, penetrating shallow and slothful. His mouth catches one of her nipples, and nuzzles the cute bud. Because yes, he really thinks they’re cute.

“No, no, no. We’re not lazy today. You can make love to me other time, babe,” she complains.

“Oh, come on, Astrid.”

She narrows eyes and squeeze down muscles, making him stumbled.

“Fine,” and he kisses her sweetly before groping her rear and settle more firmly on his knees, “Let’s unite tonight” he repeats her earlier words. Tightly grabbing her hips, he resumes thrusting a bit tough in the molten velvet he’s within.

“Mmmm, like that.” One of her hands that isn’t fisting the blanket frees her braid and massages her neck down to her left breast, “Hmm yes, Hiccup.” She grinds back assisting him, moaning as his pace increases.

The mattress’s levers below them screeches, the room ascends some degrees, and they don’t feel the breeze anymore, only attending their warms breaths and exchanged panting, “Gods, Astrid” he mumbles as he fixates on her ricochet chest.

“Indeed,” she chuckles. And she’s so lost in him; his black-emerald, loving stare, his disjoin lips praising her between solid thrusts, his slender, yet strong limbs nestling her, her rough hands clutching her backside as he pushes heartily, and she swears he’s not sexing her body and her for the sake of pleasure, but at the same time imploring her soul and shielding everything that’s her, “Fuck.” Indeed, he seizes her heart.

“Agh” he strangles in his saliva. Because he can’t stand it, it’s freaking addictive and he doesn’t want this to end; not a bit. Not yet. It’s too perfect, but then he wants her to reach the peak, and of course he pursues that goal for himself.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, ah, ah”

“C-close?”

She nods, “Y-y-you?”

He nods too.

Hiccup continued spearing her wildly; hips bucking and hers snapping against his in unison. A perfect union; emotions poured and skin coated in sweat, saliva and other fluids, their love and passion ravaging them physically, running through their dopey veins. Gods, it was so intoxicating, and hearing that sloppy-squishy sound they always create right where they connect. Yes, it’s asphyxiating; it is lust, fondness, and deep, deep affection for each other blended equitably.

And the climax? The climax is amazing.

“Hiccup! Hiccupp! Nghh-!” his length touches spots she hardly knows she has, but he reaches, and she’s thankful for that, and for now, his stoking’s pretty good.

“Y-you the-re?”

“Yeah!”

And affirming her words; her slicks walls flutters and coaxed his thick member further, one hand on the sheets, the other snagging his forearms, she comes; howling, scratching, panting like she’d just ran a final. Her legs clamped tightly around his skull, but sure Hiccup can die ecstatic. She felt her owns fluids leaking, but she doesn’t give a shit. She’s touching the sky, seeing the stars with shut eyes. Admiring her man once she’s opening them slowly. And oh the view…

Above her, the light makes its magic, sharpening angles, illuminating beads of sweat, messy hair swaying and following the movements of its owner, Hiccup’s watching straight at her, though trying his best with lidded eyes, but seeking her.

She smiles, feeling completed, feeling satiated.

And then he comes; shoving harder –bending more her legs- and crying out versions of her name just like she did seconds ago; “Oh gods Astrid! You feel so good!” he says above his lungs. She admires that too, that fervent love of his for her. He grinds frenetic ensuing for that primal need, and groaning for the last time it’s when he spills, balmy and sticky, she mewls at the feeling of his seed swelling her.

“You good, babe?” she purrs.

“Excellent.” They shared a supple kiss, in knowledge how each can end sensitive after one session. Whilst Astrid untangles her legs from his neck, Hiccup rubs her shoulders tenderly.

“I’m sleepy,” she murmurs.

Lights out, cleaned and spooning under the sheets, both lovers bask in their afterglow; breathing softly and enjoying the quietness.

“Astrid.” Hiccup spoke, “I’m sorry… for what happened in the store. It wasn’t appropriate, and I only ashamed you”

She sighs, “It’s okay. It is good you recognized your mistake. Yeah, it was stupid…” yawns, “…Half my fault, but as long it doesn’t repeats”

Hiccup nods, and kisses her hairline, “I love you.”

“Love you too, babe.”

A/N: First smut I have ever written. I did this to practice

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shipmistress9 · 7 years ago

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For The Love Of A Princess

It is there!

My Royalty AU is finally getting started! Here now the cover image, and also the Prologue beneath the line ;)

Reduced to little more than a favoured stable boy, Hiccup, despite his noble birth, has few prospects for more in life. But meeting a girl who came to look at the horses makes him dare to dream of being with her. Astrid is a girl in a gilded cage, her attempts to be her own person tightly constrained. So when she sneaks off to see the horses brought in by the Duke, she ends up striking up something with the stableboy that puts him in grave danger. And now, together, they have tough choices to make and great risks to navigate if they want to survive and be together

“Ah, there you are.”

His father’s voice was a mixture of amusement and annoyance, and Daniel hastily stepped to his side as to not let the mood tip toward the wrong side. He straightened his coat and the ornate scabbard hanging from his side, before he answered, “Well, I’m punctual, am I not? They aren’t even in sight yet.” His gaze wandered to where the road led out of the forest in the distance; while there was significant peasant and merchant traffic along the royal highway, the noble visitors that they were here to greet were not yet in sight.

“Indeed you are,” his father stated dryly, his eyes on the forest's edge as well. “Unlike your sister.” He paused and turned toward a young woman standing to the side.She wore a simple, yet elegant dress, appropriate for her status, her hair hanging in long blond braids over both her shoulders.

“Rachel?”

The woman in question bobbed a curtsey, her eyes cast politely downwards. “Yes, Your Majesty?”

“Tell me, when will the Princess be here? Our guests should be arriving any moment now.”

Rachel fidgeted slightly. “She… should be here any moment, too,” she said, shifting her weight from one foot to the other.

Daniel couldn’t hide his grin at the maidservant's nervousness regarding her mistress’ whereabouts. Ruff, as Rachel usually got called, was actually a fairly good liar, as he’d learned early in his life. But even she wasn’t able to fool the King on this matter.

“She’s not coming, is she” King Osmond said, sighing; it wasn’t a question.

Rachel hesitated, but then shook her head. “No, Your Majesty. She’s not.”

In exasperation, the King rubbed his forehead and groaned, while Daniel chuckled quietly.

“Ruff, go and send your brother to look for her,” he commanded. “And make sure she’s presentable and present for tonight’s dinner. I’m sure she wouldn’t want to insult the Grand Duke of Eastervale and his son by staying away.”

Ruff curtseyed again with a slight smile on her lips. “Of course, Highness. She'll be there.”

The woman retreated, and King Osmond's shoulders slumped a little. “I swear, that girl will one day be the death of me,” he stated grudgingly, but Daniel could easily detect the humorous tone beneath. “And I’m blaming you for her behaviour.”

“Me?” Daniel exclaimed, still grinning. This wasn’t the first time they’d had this conversation after all.

“Yes, you. She spent too much time with you and your friends playing knights. No wonder she's not acting like a lady now that she’s older.”

“Oh, and I’m sure the hunting trips you took us both on all the time had no effect on her whatsoever,” Daniel teased. “Teaching her how to use a bow and a knife surely was of great use to her governess.”

They shared an amused look before both men began to laugh.

“It’s a good thing she still has two years until her customary marriage age,” the Prince stated after a while. “I doubt any of those lordlings would willingly put up with her as his wife. Although,” he paused as an absurd thought crossed his mind. Laughing, he added, “Who knows? Maybe, marriage would finally be able to tame her. She wouldn’t be the first woman to become at least a little domestic and well behaved as soon as it is her own home and family she's responsible for.” Frigga forgave him… It was true, but even trying to imagine his wildcat of a sister as lady of her own household… No, that was just hilarious .

The King threw him a thoughtful look as if honestly considering his words, but then chuckled, and shook his head. “That might be true for some women. Not sure about her though.”

Daniel wanted to reply, but got interrupted by a horn sounding from the nearby watchtower. Both men looked up, just as the lookout called out.

“They're here! House Jag'r is here.”

And they were. A group of riders appeared at the forest’s edge, led by two men on impressive black stallions, and slowly made its way down the road toward the castle.

“Huh… That's unusual,” King Osmund murmured with a frown on his ageing face.

“True,” Daniel replied, frowning as well. “Where are the horses? It would make sense if they sent them ahead to the stables directly, but…” his gaze rested on the two men at the front of the group. Clearly, both the Grand Duke and his son were riding with their men so neither of them was overseeing the herd. That was unusual indeed.

“Well, we're going to learn what happened soon enough.”

But when the riders reached the stairs where the King and his Crown Prince waited, their expressions were anything but alarming. The men and horses looked equally tired from the long journey as well as relieved to finally have reached their goal, but there was no significant sign of anxiety or worries to be seen.

“So, you finally made it,” King Osmond greeted his old friend.

“Indeed, we have. And about time, I’d say. Odin, I’m getting too old for this.” Sir Eret of House Jag’r, Grand Duke of Eastervale, awkwardly dismounted from the saddle, and stiffly went to take the King’s offered hand. He was a big man, tall and with broad shoulders. His long hair, once black, had become noticeably more silvery during the years, and his face, weathered by spending a lot of time outside, was marred by hundreds of tiny wrinkles. “It’s about time I hand over the reins to my son and retire, or I won’t be able to enjoy retirement anymore.”

The King smiled knowingly, and let his gaze wander to the younger man standing by his friend’s side. He looked like a younger copy of his father, except the wrinkles and greyish hair. “And there he is. young Eret in all his glory. It is good to see you again, lad.”

As so often, Daniel was amused by the familial tone of the King’s voice. If an outsider was to listen in on them, he surely would think it strange, but to all those involved it came naturally. Sir Eret was one of the King’s oldest and closest friends. Every year, he spent a few months in the castle, and his son, who was only two years Daniel’s junior, had always accompanied him. By now, Eret the younger was one of his own closest friends as well, his and his sister’s.

“Thank you, Your Majesty,” the young man replied, bowing skillfully. “It is good to be here too.”

The King nodded, and turned his attention back to his friend, while Eret turned toward Daniel instead. The two young men grasped their forearms in greeting.

“So, you finally made it?” Daniel started, grinning, and Eret grinned right back at him.

“Looks like it. I managed to reach the required age of twenty-one without getting myself killed. If that’s not a deed worth getting knighted for, then I don’t know the world anymore.”

“Indeed. And, maybe, you can even accompany me to the West once the formalities are dealt with. I’ll return there in a couple of weeks. Those skirmishes are great to earn some glory. Maybe you’ll even find a girl for yourself then, even ugly as you are.” Daniel winked at his friend.

“You mean, like you did?” Eret replied teasingly. “I didn’t know you’ve finally found yourself a future queen. Why haven’t I met her yet?”

At that, the Prince laughed. “Alright, you got me. Let’s not go there. We’re too young to settle down just yet. Not while there are adventures to go on and glory to earn. Another reason for you to accompany me though.”

Eret seemed to think about it, but then shrugged, and turned to pet his stallion’s nose. “Maybe I will. It depends on the King’s orders, I guess. Although, I think Father is going to ask him to let me return with him. To defend the noble horses of House Jag’r , or something like that.”

“Well, those are important, so you might be right. Which reminds me though… Where are your horses? I’m actually only here at the castle because Bento broke his legs in a dastardly ambush, and I had to put him down. I hoped you might have an adequate replacement among your herd this year. Maybe even this one?” He gestured toward the beast of a horse standing behind Eret. Up close, it was even more impressive.

“ Crusher here?” Eret shook his head. “No, I don’t think he would be a good choice. He’s not trained as a war stallion. But I think we will be able to find a good one for you, I have two or three in mind already. I’ll show them to you during the next days. And as for the herd… Well, we sent them ahead already. It was a long journey, for everyone.”

At that, Daniel raised an eyebrow. “On their own? That’s new. I thought you wouldn’t trust anyone else to appropriately put up your most valuable horses, not even your own stablemasters.”

“Ah, that...” An almost sad smile crossed Eret’s face which made Daniel wonder for a moment. “Well, we found a new pair of helping hands a few months ago. And even if it is embarrassing to admit, the boy is even better with those beasts than father or me.”

“Oh, is that so? I can hardly believe that,” Daniel laughed, and shook his head. House Jag’r’s talents in breading and breaking horses were legendary. “That really must be an impressive young man.”

Again, Eret’s face clouded for a moment, before he nodded, “That he is.” For a moment, he seemed lost in his mind, but then he shook his head as if to chase away unwanted thoughts. His face brightened again, eyes twinkling. “But on to more entertaining topics. Where is your sister? I had expected to see her here.”

“No, you didn't !” Daniel laughed cordially, and Eret chimed in on his own joke as well. “You know her just as well as I do. Of course, she’s not here to greet some honoured guests when there are animals to admire instead. We both know exactly where Astrid is.”

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howtowhumpyourhiccup · 4 years ago

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Whumptober Day 1: “Should’ve Listened”

Summary: Written for Whumptober Day 1. Set during a Httyd Zombie AU of mine. Main fic to follow soon. Snotlout saw an opportunity to get more supplies and he took it, despite Hiccup's warnings that it was much too risky. When he doesn't listen, he finds himself captured and left for dead. (Not a death fic)

Rating: Teen and up

Characters: Snotlout, Hiccup, Hookfang

Pairing: None

Words: 1 389

Fandom: How to Train Your Dragon

Prompt: Waking up Restrained + Punctured

Author’s Notes: Written for Whumptober Day 1. Decided to go for one of the three prompt suggestions as well as the alternate prompt because they just fit together.

Prompt: Waking up restrained

Alternate prompt: Punctured

This is part of an AU that I've been working on, but haven't been posting yet. Whumptober is a nice opportunity to explore some ideas and dynamics.

Constructive criticism is appreciated!

Enjoy!

Ao3

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If there is such a thing as karma than perhaps Snotlout has found it because he should've listened to Hiccup. When he told him that cache of supplies was too high risk to try, he should've just listened. If he had, then maybe he wouldn't have gotten into trouble.

He's tied up. That is how he woke up. To lying on some hard floor of a mostly empty room with his wrists bound behind his back and his ankles bound together because he wouldn't listen to the guy who's made keeping them all safe his one and only reason to still live and breathe in this life.

"Hiccup is always right." They've repeated that sentence so many times, like a mantra, and not because they are made to. If Hiccup ever hears them say that, it will just stress him out more.

He'd been stupid. So, so, so stupid! Still lying on the ground, barely having moved since he woke up, Snotlout pulls at his restraints in a frustrated attempt to get free, but that it doesn't work only serves to frustrate him even more.

He should've listened.

Snotlout pulls and growls. He pulls on his bindings as hard as he can, but he can't get them to budge. The ropes are rough and the only reason they don't cause his wrists to bleed is all because of the leather bands he's decided to wear. It's purely for aesthetic purposes, he called it his "apocalypse getup", but they've actually come in handy.

Hookfang's whereabouts and well-being are a complete mystery to him, too, another reason to be angry. Usually, at the receiving end of his Rider's not-so-wise decisions, the Nightmare had come with him to raid the cache. Snotlout hopes he managed to get away safely when they got caught and that he's safe with the other Dragon Riders. If something were to happen to that dragon because of his stupid fault, he would never forgive himself.

He doesn't even know where he is. He's in a building of that he's certain, but are the Dragon Hunters using it as an outpost? Is it a camp? There's nothing here besides a table, a chair, and a shelved cabinet, which is empty. But besides that, he knows nothing.

He never should've gone.

They had knocked him out with an injection. He doesn't know what it was, just that he was out in minutes and that he feels a little sick now.

Who still uses needles in this day and age?! A good old cloth with chloroform would've sufficed! A good and hard knock to the head maybe? Or a nice chokehold, whatever happened to those?

Snotlout feels dirty on top of being angry. Who knows where that thing has been before! The Dragon Hunters can't be trusted to use clean and unused needless. They would use them dirty just for the fun of it.

He can hear voices on the other side of the door. Is it his friends? Hunters? He can't quite hear what they're saying.

And then he realizes that they're not saying anything at all. Those aren't words that he's hearing, just garbled noises and moans. He knows those sounds can only come from one kind of thing and said thing isn't even alive.

A familiar chill runs down his spine as he realizes that the dead can only be here if the Hunters have left. He isn't in a camp at all, they've just tied him up and left him in the nearest building they could find to either starve to death or be eaten! Clearly, Snotlout Jorgenson wasn't important enough to kidnap.

He bets they had a good laugh, too. They're good at that, laughing at the Dragon Riders. Anything to make their own sad little lives seem a tad less depressing.

The door to his room creaks and it's the first time Snotlout has decided to twist in his awkward position on the floor and look at it to see that it's been open this entire time. They hadn't even left him in a locked room and it explains why he can even hear what's going on outside in the hallway.

The thing making those moans comes ever closer until it shuffles aimlessly inside.

It's about as dead as every other zombie he's seen. Its skin is a greyish pale, perhaps a little bit on the sickly blue side. Its empty gaze wanders across the new space, searching for something in this barely furnitured room. It quickly settles on Snotlout.

"Oh no!" He yelps as a moan escapes the walking corpse, the kind that tells of the delicacy it spotted. It quickly lunges for him. The only times when they're fast is when they've spotted a fresh meal.

"Oh no, oh no!" Snotlout panics and all he can do with his hands and feet bound is crawl away. Like a human caterpillar, except he has no hope of ever transforming into the beautiful butterfly he's meant to be if he's killed and eaten now.

"No! Oh no!" He can hear the hurried footsteps behind him, can hear the gurgling moaning coming closer, can already imagine its decaying fingers grabbing hold of him and its teeth sinking into his flesh next.

But that doesn't happen.

There is a snarl, the kind a very specific dragon would make, and Snotlout turns onto his side just in time to see the corpse go up in flames. It is roasted within seconds and the immediate stench is unbearable.

Still on fire, it crumples to the ground, already partially cremated.

Snotlout struggles to turn towards the door and there he sees the relieving sight of his dragon, his head just barely fitting through the frame with his horns.

"Hookfang!" He shouts, pure joy and relief on his face. The Monstrous Nightmare rumbles happily and struggles to get his much too big horns in through the doorway. He can't reach his Rider like this.

"Don't, Hookfang, you're going to get yourself stuck." A nasal voice says and the Nightmare reluctantly retreats to let Hiccup inside. His face, more specifically his mouth and nose, are covered with a thick cloth and understandably so. Knowing Hookfang would be roasting anything in his path to get to Snotlout, alive or dead, he'd come prepared.

But upon seeing Hiccup, the leader he'd disobeyed and troubled, Snotlout stills and looks at the floor, now back to lying flat on his side.

He's expecting a lecture, a rant, anything as Hiccup walks over and pulls out a knife. But it doesn't come even as he kneels behind him and cuts through the ropes restraining him.

So Snotlout feels like he has to ask. The urge to do so is nagging at him.

"Hey, aren't you mad?" He reluctantly asks as sits up and rolls his shoulders.

Hiccup gazes at him for a silent moment in contemplation before eventually sighing as he puts away the knife, folding it closed and shoving it in a pocket. That sigh already isn't a good sign and Snotlout feels his stomach drop.

"No, I'm not mad. Disappointed? Definitely. But not mad." Hiccup tells him and stands.

Ouch. A disappointed Hiccup is much worse than an angry one, he can't quite explain why. Disappointing him is almost like disappointing a parent, that's the only way he can possibly explain the levels of discomfort this brings him.

Snotlout looks away again, the floor is suddenly very interesting and he flicks a tiny rock away.

"Can you get up?" Hiccup asks, already offering a hand. Quietly Snotlout accepts it and lets the other pull him to his feet. Hiccup dusts him off.

"Come on, we're going home." He tells him and walks outside ahead of him, where Toothless is surely waiting for him.

They don't have one. At least, not in the form of a house. "Going home" simply means going back to the other Dragon Riders.

Snotlout follows, meeting with his dragon and with Toothless outside of the room.

Hookfang rumbles gently and pushes his snout in his Rider's hands, who takes him just as softly. He's glad to be reunited with him, so glad. But as he watches Hiccup and Toothless go down the corridor, the former's hand on the latter, there is a nagging feeling of guilt that Snotlout can't fight.

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howtowhumpyourhiccup · 4 years ago

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@we-becca89

That’s basically what comes down it, yeah. “What if Hiccup couldn’t let go of the past”.

Could you elaborate more on your Dark!Hiccup AU? I really like it so far

@evilwriter37 @jettara @we-becca89

Oofs, I wasn’t expecting such a reception to this idea and I know it's been a couple of days, but I'll try to explain what I was thinking when I thought of this dark-but-not-really!Hiccup concept.

There are just a few key differences here and there that make him a tad bit darker than what canon Hiccup is actually like.

1. love is conditional.

This is also true when he's together with Astrid. He loves her, enjoys his time with her "while he still can". It's a very stressful existence. (Or the OT6 if you prefer. ;D)

This excludes the dragons, especially Toothless, as they didn't need him to prove himself as worthy first. He just needed to not kill or hurt them, which is really the bare minimum.

2. He's kind of two-faced.

In reality, Greyish!Hiccup is quite aloof and keeps to himself more, quite introverted. Being around the Riders is quite draining, though he hides this as well as he can.

Which, again, doesn't mean he doesn't truly appreciate and love his Riders. He just really feels like he needs to keep up this act and be this persona.

3. Hiding secrets and is actually good at lying.

This is also where I kinda want to fit my "Hiccup's right leg was also severely burned" headcanon into. So I'm going to use that as an example.

Basically, the idea I had was that only Stoick, Gothi, and Gobber know that both of Hiccup's legs were in bad shape with one ending up partially amputated.

Basically, he keeps things about himself secret that he thinks others, not even his friends, don't need to know. Anything that he fears may make him seem weak in the eyes of his village.

4. Kind of a hypocrite.

And he's still all "feelings are important" while either completely disregarding his own or hiding them.

4. Get them before they get you.

He knows the dragons, save for the few who's bond is strong with their human, will leave Berk if he and Toothless were to ever leave permanently.

He's certain that day will come and he’s put a fail-safe in place in case that happens. But until then, he does enjoy the pleasures of living in a human community.

5. Doesn't mind hurting people.

6. Holds grudges more easily.

He's not as easy to forgive and betrayal makes it worse.

7. Everything is a ploy.

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And boy, won’t the Riders be hurt when they eventually find out.

Sorry for the long wait for my reply and for the length of my reply.

#greyish!hiccup au #long post

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