#hiccstrid fic

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Ch2 | P13 | The Breaking of the Waves [Mermaid Hiccup Au]

Masterpost of Pages | Read on Tapas

Comic Summary: Astrid Hofferson has wanted to be a marine biologist since she was a little girl. Finally getting her dream job as an intern at the Barbaric Archipelago Aquarium, she finds things not as they seem and a little more than she expected when she befriends a merman named Hiccup.

[astridhoff03]

Modern AU - Hiccstrid 🥰

This how I imagined them in the Fic I read recently. It was called Unexpected and is a very touching and exciting Story to read. I had a lot of fun with reading it. Hiccstrid is just in every Universe Couple Goals! I love them.

Also here is the link to the story if someone is interested. This fiction also includes 18+ content, but I promise most of the Story you will go: Aww Hiccstrid. https://href.li/?https://archiveofourown.org/works/27774397/chapters/73691187

[e-wills-afterhours]

Quiet

A/N: Well. Here's a short little thing that happened, kind of spontaneously. I was working on chapter 8 of Vetrnaetr, which felt a little like pulling teeth after such a long hiatus. I decided to procrastinate on writing Hiccstrid...by writing more Hiccstrid.

Yes. That makes total sense.

Pairing: Hiccstrid

Rating: T+

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In the still and the quiet that fell into place in the wake of sated desires, there were plenty of noises to be heard. Not garish and jarring, but steady and a calm, like the rumbling snores of a slumbering dragons outside. Beyond the tent, they could almost be muffled by wind--but that came at a different pace, whispering through the trees to a secret cadence all its own. The branches creaked and the leaves rustled along in harmony.

Astrid found comfort in the gentleness of a midsummer breeze, quite the contrast to the howling gales of winter. She closed her eyes and listened for a time, feeling the warm night dance across her face amid the notes of flapping canvas, allowing just enough air to circulate through the tent so it was not stifling.

Two bodies could generate a surprising amount of heat. She and Hiccup could have burned an entire forest to the ground.

But even then, as she curled into her lover's side, the bare skin against skin threatened to be the wayward spark that set off another wildfire. It never took much, regardless of who instigated. More often than not, a look rich with intention spoke more plainly than words. Astrid would bite her lip. That was enough for Hiccup to know to drop everything else. Likewise, a deliberate touch of his hand to her hip, or the small of her back, let her know he wanted her too.

And oh, the beautiful sounds they made together; and only for each other. She never would have guessed that he could moan so deeply, or that she would be unashamed of the way she whimpered into his neck. The throes of their passions deafened them to anything beyond the confines of the bed. Or furs. Maybe a workbench too--whatever conveniently served a less-than-wholesome purpose in that moment.

But sweeter yet was his heartbeat in her ear as she laid her head upon his chest. She would listen as it slowed with his breathing, when they were sweaty, fully spent, and satisfied. Nothing else mattered. His chest rose and fell with each breath, lulling her to somewhere between sleep and wakefulness. She was not quite alert, but still keenly aware of his fingertips raking through her unbound hair. Neither of them spoke; there was no need when words fell much too short, and too cheap.

She thought is better that way. Sometimes, no sound was more beautiful than the cacophony of silence.

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Do I want my fics to update? Of course! Do I live in fear of them updating? Obviously.

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The Prince and the Duke: Ch7

I felt ~inspired~ to brush off this fic after like, 4 years haha

Chapter 7 on Ao3 | Chapter 1 on Ao3

Prince Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III of Berk has a problem. And that problem is Duke Aster Hofferson of Meathead Island. There's just something about the Duke that Hiccup is drawn to... but could the "Duke" be hiding something? [Hiccstrid, AU]

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Searching for Forgotten Fics

You know those fics that either get lost or forgotten in your favs/follows and you can never find again? Or a fic that gets deleted, but someone may have backed? If any of the prompts for these fics ring a bell, comment or message me if it’s archived somewhere and if it doesn't then, ask someone who might know.

Fic #1 — Possible Title: “On the Fly” ? by ?

Summary: Hiccup runs away before the the dragon training final exam, but Astrid is forced to tag along. The story follows the 2 traveling throughout Europe & possibly Asia, growing closer the farther they travel. Runaway Hiccup AU

Rated: T - English - Romance/Adventure? - Words: 10K or more?

Fic #2 — Possible Title: “The Princess and the Carpenter” by WickedgreenPhantom

(old link that doesn’t work anymore - https://www.fanfiction.net/s/10792694/27/The-Princess-and-the-Carpenter)

Summary: Elsa had only known life within the palace walls, preparing to be the next Queen of Arendelle. But life takes an exciting turn when she meets a carpenter by the name of Jack. As their friendship grows into a romance, Jack's mother has a new boyfriend (Pitch Black) that's trying to take advantage of the couple's relationship. Modern AU

Rated: T - English - Romance/Drama? - Words: 10K or more?

[astridhoff03]

Beautiful and heartwarming as always 💖

This made my day!🫶🏻💕 Thx

Here’s some PREGSTRID for everyone who requested it!! I had so many of you ask for some actual pregstrid “scenes” and I’m still technically working on those, but in the meantime here’s some little sketches. (And don’t think I’ve forgotten the concept in the fourth panel where they’re older 😈 that 3rd kid is still on my radar) (can’t let toothless’s family outnumber the haddocks)

And Bonus: (for those of you who also wanted some more RTTE early Zephyr au)…

More of that coming soon too!!

[phoenixlionme]

Some of my favorite OTPs where one or both are being protective of the other, Part 2

Here is Part 1.

[kathrahender]

What if the Berserkers went to Berk before the beginning of HTTYD 1 and everything was almost the same, except that Dagur was the one discovering Hiccup's secret (that he became a dragon's friend and trained him) instead of Astrid?

At first Dagur is jealous (because Hiccup could hit a Night Fury with one of the viking's weapons, something no one did before) and angry (because what kind of viking Hiccup is if he helps a dragon?). Dagur is less willing to give the dragons a second chance than Astrid was, and although he doesn't tell Berk the truth about Hiccup, he still tells the Berserker Tribe they have to control/kill a Night Fury (he didn't tell Berk because yk, he wanted to control/kill Toothless himself).

(Hiccup still finds the truth about dragons being controlled btw, and obviously Dagur doesn't succeed in controlling/killing Toothless)

Stoick eventually finds out the truth about Toothless and Hiccup, and for "safety" reasons one of the Berserkers tells Dagur to stay in Berk with Hiccup, Astrid, Snotlout, Tuffnut and Ruffnut. It's hard to convince him at first (because it's Dagur and he doesn't follow orders from other people) but there's something in the way they say it that makes him agree (as if they knew something Dagur didn't).

At some moment, when Dagur sees Hiccup is not with them, he starts looking around, thinking he went with the tribe without them noticing, but later he finds him in his house, looking at the horizon with sadness and pain. At first Dagur wanted to make fun of him, but the way he says "Congratulations, you're here. You won't have to see your tribe dying. And you were right about me. I'm truly the worst viking" makes his heart hurt. And against his own will, he can't avoid helping Hiccup. He never saw him destroyed inside and he knows he wouldn't recover if he lost his best friend and his father the same day.

Then, all of them (Hiccup, Dagur, Astrid, Snotlout, Tuffnut, Ruffnut and Fishlegs) go to Dragon's Den. The fight follows the canon, except that Dagur is more involved in the fight than any other dragon rider. And when he sees how Toothless saved Hiccup's life, he finally believes Hiccup. He believes dragons are capable of being good.

After making a truce with the dragons, Berserkers and Berkians become allies, and Dagur (as well as Astrid, Snotlout, Tuffnut, Ruffnut and Fishlegs) gets his own dragon. He helps the other riders to defend Berk, redeeming himself, and although his behavior at first isn't very different than before (except when he's with Hiccup, because he is "kind" with him), eventually he softens.

(And later the fic would continue the same timeline as Dragons: Riders/Defenders of Berk and Race To The Edge, but with Tuffcup and Heathstrid instead of Hiccstrid. Viggo also would live in this AU because I refuse to accept his death. Oh, and Dagur is single because in this AU he's more interested in defending Hiccup and Berk than having a love interest)

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Ch2 | P12 | The Breaking of the Waves [Mermaid Hiccup Au]

Masterpost of Pages | Read on Tapas

hmm, me thinks Hiccup didn't like being sidelined for the past 4.5 years since he last appeared in the comic... or, y'know, the 5 minute convo between Astrid and Eret in-story 😅 Hoping to have ch2 page 13 posted within a week or two if i can!

Comic Summary: Astrid Hofferson has wanted to be a marine biologist since she was a little girl. Finally getting her dream job as an intern at the Barbaric Archipelago Aquarium, she finds things not as they seem and a little more than she expected when she befriends a merman named Hiccup.

[ryupioupiou]

Oooh my!

THANK YOU I AM SO GOING TO READ THIS!!!!

So I’m reading this fic no amount of waiting by ghostlybreads and screaming crying throwing up because I want what they have they’re just such dorks and badass mfs and I love them

@ryupioupiou this would be a great addition to your quest for Hiccstrid soft fics

[astridhoff03]

Adrenaline Rush

Hiccstrid nsfw content.

Astrid enjoyed the feel of Hiccup's soft lips on her mouth, her neck, under her ear, while his still gloved hands slid over her shiny dragon armor, caressing her soft curves. “I think we should get rid of these clothes,” she smiled with a small undertone. “What a good idea, m’lady,” Hiccup agreed. He grabbed her by her backside and hoisted her onto his work table in the back of Gobbers forge. Astrid watched, legs already spread and eyes hungry with lust, as Hiccup took off his gloves, but before he could go to his belt, Astrid beat him to it. She could already feel the bulge that had formed in his pants as she unbuckled his belt. "It's a good thing we designed these two suits of armor together, otherwise it would take me forever to get what I want," Astrid whispered in his ear as her hand slipped under his waistband. She heard a soft moan from her boyfriend as she stroked his shaft, then slowly began to close it in her fist and go up and down. He held onto her waist, pressing his erection between her hips, kissing her neck as he did so. "May I return this kind gesture," Hiccup groaned as Astrid removed her hand from his cock. "Then, show me what you can do."

Astrid shuddered as Hiccup's beautifully shaped hands moved up her thigh, to the waistband of her pants that lay under her skirt. With just a few skillful moves, he unzipped her pants and pulled them down to her boots in one fell swoop. The warm summer air kissed her thighs, which Hiccup traced with his fingers, his green eyes dark with lust and desire as he slowly leaned down and kissed her inner thigh. "Have I told you how beautiful you are again today?" He grinned mischievously as Astrid let out a soft whimper as his warm lips caressed her clit. “A hundred times, babe, a hundred times.” After she said those words, she felt Hiccup's tongue wrap around the sensitive pearl of nerves. She moaned loudly, sinking her fingers into his brown hair, pushing against his tongue. "Be patient, m'lady, I want you to be ready for what's coming," she heard Hiccup whisper briefly before he turned back to her womanhood. It didn't take a minute until Astrid was wet in her most intimate area.

Proud of his work, he stood up and finally dropped his pants. Astrid bit to her lower lip. He spread her legs again and slid gently into her. A sigh of relief ripped through them both at the same time. Hiccup began moving his hips rhythmically, going in and out of her faster and faster, so that drops of sweat soon formed on her temple. He came harder and faster with every movement, just the way Astrid liked it. She held onto his shoulders for support as a firework of colors exploded within her. She was close and she could definitely feel that Hiccup was close too, from the way his hands were cupping her breasts under her breastplate, playing with her hard nipples. “Take me down, babe,” she moaned as she came and immediately felt him unloading inside her. He was finished too. He carefully pulled out of her, their eyes met at the same moment and, breathing heavily, he placed his hand on her thigh. “Are you satisfied now?” he asked. Astrid nodded, leaning her forehead against his. “Yes,” she replied. "But now I'm hungry." "If you want another round later, just come to me and I'll give you everything I have," he whispered in her ear. Astrid smiled to herself. She loved it when Hiccup was so dominant, mysterious but also loving and tender when it came to sex. As the saying goes, still waters run deep. "I'll keep your offer in mind, Chief."

Inspired by this art from @martabm90

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Heyo! How about some more Hiccstrid tenderness? Like... married Hiccstrid enjoying their evening or early morning? (Married or not)

River

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Falling in love was a peculiar thing. Starting like the rush of a rain-swollen river, it cascaded over the numerous rocks of life's small problems, twisting around the bends of imperfect idiosyncrasies. The unstoppable surge of desire carried many further downstream than the relationship was meant to go, until the white caps of infatuation settled into steady currents of routine, and the loss of excitement was too much to handle. Some people craved only the rapids, good or bad--but there was much yet to be discovered and appreciated in love's gentle babbling and swirls, as the torrent eased. Adoration flowed on apace.

Undeniable was the undertow of raging hormones that Hiccup could not have resisted Astrid's affections at first if he wanted to--and he didn't. He was all too glad to be pulled under, dragged along by a want and need far more powerful than himself. This carried them in the beginning, adrift in the unrelenting waters until they all but drowned.

Then life interceded. Responsibilities and extenuating circumstances drew their focus away from each other solely, so that they could come up for air. Heads above the surface, they could see plainly the banks that now constrained them: they were older, Hiccup was going to be the chief someday, and expectations mounted as the carelessness of youth receded.

But it was there, in the comforting loyalty and companionship of a long-established romance that one could discover just how deep the waters ran; and Hiccup noticed it was more than the sway is his lover's hips or the blue of her eyes when she looked at him--now his heart skipped when she took his hand of her own volition, or the way she smiled with fondness and awe as he recounted his latest invention. He lived less for the physical aspects of their relationship, though such moments were still exquisite and plentiful. A kiss was just as thrilling as a long morning flight together, and fingertips roaming over flushed skin was as delicious as lying giddy and breathless together in a sunny patch of wildflowers, watching the clouds float overhead. He would just as much revel in passionate whispers in the dark as Astrid's belly laugh. Especially when a little snort slipped out and they both fell to pieces.

"Are you sure you aren't shirking your duties to spend time with me?" Astrid teased, rolling on her side to look at him.

"I never said I wasn't," Hiccup replied honestly, plucking a blade of grass from her windswept hair. "But as far as my dad knows, I'm still sleeping in. My chores aren't going anywhere. This sunrise, however..."

They snuck off together right before the dawn, to fly to some secluded place where they could watch the first bands of sunlight pierce the night. Someone would eventually notice, but the whispers and scandal no longer captured the village's interest. One might as well have remarked that water was wet.

"As if you sleep!" She rolled on top of him, straddling his waist.

Her braid hung loosely over her shoulder, and she was gorgeous as ever. Not just for her figure and the way she carried herself, but for the tiny freckles you had to be nose-to-nose to notice. Small, faded scars and flyaway hairs, with subtle asymmetries all made up Hiccup's vision of perfection.

Their dragons play-wrestled nearby, which they did often when they were not chasing animals through the underbrush.

"Everything in moderation," he replied, lightly tugging the end of her braid.

She wrinkled her nose in the way he adored before settling down on top of him, head on his chest. He wrapped his arms around her and gave her a squeeze. Though Astrid was not someone who needed such tenderness to thrive, she sought comfort from him anyway. For a moment, she could feel vulnerable--it had taken months into their relationship for her to allow herself to let go of that control. Hiccup has once never dared to imagine he might get to be her refuge, back when her affections were more assertive and demanding: an indefatigable force of nature. What they had now was solid and assured, peaceful and effortless. Her fingers locked with his as if second nature--perhaps it was. Whether their touches would grow hotter and more purposeful seldom mattered anymore. They floated along through each day, each moment alone together, as the current carried them without an agenda. Being together, however it manifested, was enough.

"I'm going to do some training today, with the older kids--the ones who recently got their dragons. Your dad wants me to teach them basic defensive maneuvers while flying," Astrid said, idly stroking his chest.

"That sounds about right."

His father used to watch the two of them with exasperating hope and enthusiasm, as if he had willed their feelings for one another into existence. Then acceptance moved into the wake. Astrid was just about as common around their house now as Toothless, and that was saying something. His father asked favors of her like she already bore Hiccup's last name, for their trajectory was obvious if one but followed the riverbend.

She lifted her head up to meet his gaze. "Will you be there?"

He placed a hand on the small of her back and asked, "Do you want me there?"

She smiled. "It might be nice."

"You sure Toothless and I won't cramp your style?"

"Babe, you are the style."

"Ha!"

Astrid gave a soft laugh and pressed her forehead against his, breathing deeply and contentedly as one might do before dipping into a spring, cool and serene.

"I love you, Hiccup," she murmured.

And he knew those beautiful words were genuine. They came from a calm and steady tenor where words needed not be spoken, and thus held more weight than the words tossed about in a red-hot tumult. The heady rush new love was long behind them, where sometimes what was spoken was at the mercy of the crest and nadir of lust and longing--where words of praise could turn into barbs when the thrills ebbed and there was no tumbling, chaotic passion left to hide them. Navigating the loud, all-consuming whitewater was fun for its season, but Hiccup had come to prefer his river clear and still, where he could rest in its depth and the gentle lapping at the banks of his heart.

So, he kissed her forehead and said, "I love you too," although he did not have to.

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I'm writing a httyd fic if you even care, runaway!hiccup, of course

it's funny cause i have so many mixed feelings about everyone that i can't even decide what i want the characters to be like.

but i al telling you this. They're gonna be sensible adults. There's fics where the Snotlout is like SO childish and resentful. I mean of course they're a bit childish, its fun if they are. But not to the poit of STILL HATING on a KID that's presumably dead!!!! I think even Snotlout and the twins AND TO BE HONEST THE WHOLE VILLAGE has to understand that he WAS A KID. and he deserves mourning, even if in life they kind of made his life impossible.

god I totally have to start ranting about httyd on tumblr, i seriously have no idea why I've never done it before

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*Dances a fancy little jig* who wants me to update The Wild Crown???? I just realized I had way back when written a few more chapters than is posted for that story... They're old, so I'll need to heavily edit ch8 before I can post an update it but... Would anyone like me to update that fic???

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Blurb #59- Halloween Special

I'm going to try to share 70 blurbs from my WIPs and unfinished fics to celebrate reaching 70 posted fics! To help with this endeavor, please feel free to send me a word or a fandom you know I write for, and I'll share the blurb. IDK if I'll get 70 prompts, but let's try it! Send as many as you want!

Astrid had grown up on the isle of Berk. Born and raised on its cursed soil. She knew the best trees for climbing, she knew every name in the five hundred or so people that roamed the village. She swam its waters, explored its caves. She knew not to eat the dark purple berries on the thorny vines, and she knew not to make fire from black wood. She knew it was bad luck to wander into the bonefield, and that only people with a death wish went out at night. She knew that the trade ships that came in refused to stay more than one night on their soil, and that no ‘blood of the island’ was able to leave the isle’s waters.

And she knew not to approach the Pale Rider. 

Life on Berk was not really all that different from life on any other island or village. There were a few things to get used to, but all things considered, life was fine. 

Almost idyllic. 

They had farms, they had a baker, a blacksmith/butcher/dentist, a tailor, and a medicine woman. There was a large field of wildflowers. And the cliffs that overlooked the ocean offered beautiful views.

What was odd was that they didn’t have a mayor, or chief, or any kind of ruler. And the land was cursed. Oh, extremely cursed.

The extent of the curse was not fully known. It had long been set into the island for many generations. The inciting event had wiped out a large amount of the population, that included the witnesses. 

Thus the boneyard and the forbidden, crumbling castle on the mountain. 

Besides a few stray quirks of the island, the main effect of the curse was that no one born of the descents of the original village was able to leave. The curse feasted upon the life of its inhabitants and leaving the waters a few miles out would find one drained of energy before they perished. 

That’s how her father died. 

A fisherman, out alone on his vessel, just trying to go out a little farther to look for a better spot. The medicine woman stated that he had succumbed to the curse before he could even turn around. That was of course several days after he hadn’t come back and his ship finally floated back. 

So if you weren’t the adventurous or vacationing type, it wasn’t that big of a deal. 

Oh right, there was also the Pale Rider. 

When she was a child, stories of the Rider would instill fear into the children of the village. He was responsible for the missing livestock, for the trails of blood, and piles of bones. It was only a matter of time before his hunger would turn to those who he cornered in dark alleys at night. 

Things changed a few years ago. Whereas the Rider had only ever been talked about, and stood as an urban legend of the town, he was still a mystery. Parents made up what he looked like, how he acted, what he wanted. There was occasionally a sighting. Someone would come ranting and raving in the village square that they saw the rider running across the ocean or some other flight of fancy. Others still swore they heard the whinny of his horse. Although when asked to describe it, they ended up mimicking the sound of a bear or a mountain lion. 

But one day, the village Blacksmith/butcher/dentist, an eccentric man named Gobber, gifted with a backbone made of steel, decided he had enough. He called everyone together in the village square and announced, “I have invited the Rider to come to my shop tomorrow, and he accepted.” 

Horrified murmurings fell over the crowd. 

“You did what?” 

“Aye! You heard me! I got tired of the creature snagging my chickens! Pickin’ them off one by one…terrified them out of laying eggs!” 

“…so you invited him into the village.” 

“Yes!” Gobber exclaimed. “But you’re looking at it all wrong. I invited him to come and run his errands like a normal person, instead of him stealing like a horrible raccoon!” 

“He’s no horrible raccoon! He’s worse! He’s a demon!” 

“An abomination!” 

“The curse that walks!” 

“Death incarnate!” 

“Now now,” a voice called out among the crowd. This belonged to Dagur, son of the richest man in town, Oswald. As the richest family, the Berserker clan had some power, and opinions. “I’m sure Gobber didn’t mean any harm in inviting…an eldritch monster into our sweet little village.” 

“It’s jus’ as much his village as everyone else’s. He’s been here longer than all of us. A little goodwill won’t hurt nobody.” 

“You better hope it won’t, old man.” Dagur poked him in the chest. “Or I’ll make sure you suffer.” 

Astrid remembered the day the Pale Rider came to town for the first time. She was only 13, still a child. Her father was still alive. That day was sunny with big pillowy clouds. Many folks would claim that he arrived on a gray, rainy day, but that simply wasn’t true. It was sunny, and lovely. 

The caws of ravens preceded him. A flock of five swooping in. Then a horn from the watchtower alerted an intruder. 

The black shadow appeared at the edge of town, opposite to Gobber’s forge. People screamed and ran inside, while others coward in alleyways, terrified but curious to see what would happen. 

Astrid had been pulled into her house by her father, but still peered out the door to watch. 

The Pale Rider made his way through town, the clacking of horse hoofs and the calls of the ravens the only thing to show life in the village. 

He was not what she was expecting, but much worse. His horse, if you could call it that, was a black beast with leathery wings. It had tusks and fangs and its hooves morphed into talons. Its eyes glowed an acid green and it breathed fire from its nostrils. Its shape was unnatural. The neck looked like it was made of only bone, and its joints were spindly and narrow. 

The Rider himself was tall, too tall. His neck was elongated, as were his black and blue fingers. He wore an animal skull mask over his face, but his own violent green eyes still burned through the sockets. He had antlers like an elk, and wore a long, draping black cloak that fell open just enough to reveal his chest. 

His heart was on fire inside of him, and the flame illuminated it through the skin, only obscured by the form of his rib cage. 

Astrid’s home wasn’t too far from Gobber’s shop, and she slipped out to watch the Rider arrive. 

Gobber waited for him, hands on his hips and smiling. “There you are! I wondered if ya’d show. And ah, sorry ‘bout the cold reception! I told the other folks that you were comin’ and well, maybe one day they’ll come around.” 

The Rider didn’t respond. 

“Right, so come on in…” Gobber beckoned him into the forge. 

The Rider ducked his head, entering the forge, horse and all. His antlers scraped against the doorframe. 

He stayed for about an hour. Then, just as he came, he left. Silent, slowly, just rode out of town, leaving everyone behind to deal with the aftermath. 

That was three years ago. Every day since then, without fail, the Pale Rider would arrive at noon. For the first year, the guard sounded the horn at his approach. But after a while, he went unannounced. 

People still halted in the streets and let their conversations go silent. They watched him go, no longer terrified, but cautious. 

No one said it, but everyone agreed one day he’d snap and kill them all. 

Not Astrid though. She had come to see the Rider as a part of village life. Just as the rooster signifies dawn, so does the Rider declare noon. 

Each day, he went to the blacksmith’s shop, taking his horse in with him. Some days he left with a paper package, and some days he left empty handed.