#hiccstrid week

[astridhoff03]

Part 2

[sanfangirl-cynicalromantic]

Me: I can do seven little short stories for Hiccstrid Week no problem! *Me months later, sweating as I try to write the second story that is already well over six thousand words*: not enough not enough not enough!!!!!

[evilwriter37]

This! Was! So! Cute!!! You painted the most warm, fuzzy, adorable picture ever. I want to be in that cuddle pile just for all the body heat. Wow, this was so cute!

Hiccstrid Week 2024

Day 1: make or break || cuddles

Astrid shivered violently as a gust of wind assaulted her from the west. “Thor Almighty!” She groaned to herself. “Ugh, I should’ve told Hiccup I needed a few more days.”

She didn’t mean that, of course. As much as she loved spending time with her newborn, she had been growing restless at home. Then again, maybe one day of very, very light training was enough to hold her over a few more days. At least until this winter storm had passed.

The village appeared all but dead behind the screaming of the wind; not a soul could be found wandering the buried streets, save Astrid. Snotlout had been walking with her, wanting to make sure she got home safely, but Astrid insisted he didn’t need to walk so far past his own home for her sake. He wasn’t pleased about it, but he also knew Astrid’s mind wouldn’t be changed. They compromised that Snotlout would at least walk her to the Great Hall, where he could both warm up before walking back home and also make sure Astrid at least made it partway up the path to the Chief’s residence. By the time he would lose sight of her in the trees, she would be nearly within sight of home.

She turned around as the trees closed in on her, finding Snotlout still standing outside the Great Hall. She waved to him to let him know she was okay, and he waved back before retreating into the warm refuge of the Hall.

Just a few moments later she could see the glow of a fire spilling through the windows of the main room. She also could see a slight glow from Valka’s home a bit further up the path and wondered how Hiccup was doing with the kids by himself. She stepped through the door and quickly shut it behind her, shaking off the cold and relishing in the warmth of the house before peeling off the extra layers of clothing. Though as she hung up some of the snow-caked outermost garments, she realized the house seemed far too quiet. No screaming babies, no running feet, no little squealing laughter, not even Zephyr and Nuffink concocting their next elaborate plot.

Where is everybody? Astrid walked past the kitchen and turned the corner into the main room. Any lingering chill in her body melted away as she took in the scene before her. Hiccup was sitting in his oversized chair, head leaned back and eyes closed. The top of his tunic was messily untied, and lying belly down on his bare skin was little newborn Willow, fast asleep in her father’s protective hands. To Hiccup’s right was a sleeping Nuffink, back leaned against Hiccup’s side and head lolled lazily against the back of the chair, arms and legs splayed out in every direction. To Hiccup’s left was Zephyr, turned in towards Hiccup with her head resting on his arm. Her body was curled protectively over her little brother Spero, who was snuggled in nicely between Zephyr’s and Hiccup’s torsos. She had her arms draped around him, and Spero was hugging one of her arms in his sleep.

Hiccup opened one eye as Astrid stepped in the room. “Hello, milady,” he whispered with a smile. “Join us?”

Before he had even invited her over, she was already leaning over Nuffink, brushing his sandy hair gently away from his sleepy eyes. She stole a kiss from Hiccup and laid her hand over baby Willow’s back when she stirred. She quickly settled back into her father’s embrace, and Nuffink blinked blearily. “Hi Momma.”

Astrid smiled. “Hi, sweetheart. Can I sit?”

He pulled himself up and curled his legs under his body, leaving plenty of space for Astrid to slide in next to him, but once she sat down he crawled into her lap instead. She chuckled and hugged him tight, kissing the top of his head before leaning her head on Hiccup’s shoulder. Hiccup kissed the top of her head in return, making her chuckle quietly. Keeping one arm wrapped around Nuffink, she slipped the other around Hiccup’s waist. She felt Zephyr’s hand touch hers, so she turned her own hand over to hold Zephyr’s.

Hiccup sighed in content. “They missed you today.”

Astrid smiled. “Maybe I’ll take tomorrow off again.”

”You earned it. I’ll let Snotlout know in the morning.” He rested his head on top of Astrid’s. “Maybe I’ll take off, too.”

”I think we’d all like that.”

”Yeah, Dada,” Nuffink said before pausing to yawn. “Stay home with us.”

Hiccup chuckled. “Alright, bud, I’ll stay home tomorrow.”

Willow began to stir again when Hiccup’s chuckle bounced her. He shushed her and rubbed her head with his thumb, settling her back to sleep. Astrid knew she needed to eat soon, but she’d raised enough babies to know you never wake them when they’re asleep. So until little Willow made it clear she was awake and ready, Astrid was going to enjoy the warm cuddles of the family she built out of love and devotion with the best father she could have asked for.

[elshe]

What about Hiccstrid with their first child one year after their wedding or Hiccstrid being cuddly in their big bed while Astrid is pregnant with Zephyr🥰 or both you are the Artist, you decide.

Something like this?? Maybe 😭 idk I kinda mixed the two requests together so I hope you like it. Shoot me with a semi-automatic shotgun if you want something more specific tbh

Also, I have TONS of request drawings brewing!! 😈I’m trying to get a stock pile of em done so I can get one out a day. So stay with me my children.

[thesinglesock]

I had to get the image out of my head (context)

[coneygoil]

Hiccstrid or RumBelle?👉🏻👈🏻😁 you’re welcome🤭

why must you make me choose!?!? As much as I love Rumple and Belle, I’m going with hiccstrid. They have such a healthy relationship and we got to watch them grow up and grow in love and start a family.

[evilwriter37]

Awwww I love this!!! So very cute!!!

day 2: learning to fly || to fly or to fall

originally had a Drabble I wrote…which was then lost in the processing vortex. Oops. Reconstructed it as well as I could, and added the doodles :D

[trash talking your bud (affectionate)]

Of course she worried every time he’d tested that suit - wasn’t dragonback close enough to flying? - but she’d quickly learnt that this particular matter wasn’t one she could persuade him to stop on.

“Really, I think even Toothless thinks it not a good idea idea.” She said, helping him up after another crash. Stormfly scrabbled at the ground with her claws, squawking worriedly.

“It’ll work better once I fix the rudder.” He insisted, dusting himself off and rising on still-shaky feet.

“That’s what you always say.” She argued good-naturedly, and hooked his arm. “Now, we’re going to see someone to make sure you’re not hurt.”

“But, really, I’m fine!”

She gave him an unimpressed stare. “What do you think, Toothless?”

The dragon warbled, before clearly agreeing with her and nudging his rider into the direction of Gothi’s hut.

“Oh, all right you two.“ he tried to feign insult, but they all knew he was thankful that they cared.

„You’re absolutely ridiculous at times, you know that?“ she said.

He just smiled in response.

[howtowhumpyourhiccup]

Fragile

@httyd-whump-week

Summary: Httyd Whump Week Day 2. Set before Httyd 1, kinda. An arranged marriage AU. Astrid realizes her and Hiccup's marriage is doomed before it even starts.

Warnings: /

Rating: General

Dead Dove: No

Words: 325

Prompt: Astrid

Fandom: How to Train Your Dragon

Characters: Hiccup, Astrid

Pairing: Hiccstrid

Author's Notes: Was meant to post this on Monday, but I had a thing after work, so I didn't have the time.

Briefly considered making Hiccup trans in this because I've been writing a lot of that as of late and wouldn't that be a nice extra layer to a Hiccstrid Arranged Marriage AU?

Enjoy!

-XOXOX-

Astrid sighs when Hiccup once again drops his sword and holds his right wrist close to his chest. He looks like he’s in pain and she knows he’s not faking it. She saw the way the joint rolled as soon as she told him to hold the weapon one-handed. For a brief moment, it popped out of place.

Their marriage is already arranged, they have a date, and she could honestly do worse than the chief’s son, but her mother told her it was best to whip him into shape now before the wedding and he would get “all sorts of crazy ideas.” And so that is what Astrid tries to do. But it wasn’t long before she realized that her husband-to-be was kept away from weapons for a reason and now Stoick can’t hide it anymore.

The man she is supposed to entrust her life and children with while Berk is at war with dragons is fragile. In this battle, there is no winning for either one of them.

“I’m sorry,” Hiccup mutters once he has collected himself, rubbing the limb that is destined to swell now. How can he work in a forge when he’s like this?

“Just bind your wrist and we’ll try again,” Astrid tells him as she swings her axe over her shoulder. She has forced herself to soften her edge around him when she eventually realized that he wasn’t faking his dislocations. But there’s still a bite to her tone, a sense of disappointment that makes him wince before he does as he’s told and binds his wrist.

It’s not like she doesn’t see the way he looks away from her, the way he cringes and physically keeps his distance between them, but it’s not as though she’s happy with this arrangement either. How can she trust her future with a man who can’t even pick up a sword?

Astrid knows they are both headed towards an early grave.

[saturnniidae]

Alterous hiccstrid <33

[mossycat]

Hi!!! May I request some hiccstrid?

(I absolutely adore your art <3)

sorry this probably isn't as romantic as you wanted but it IS the vibe this week sksksk

thank you for the request!! <3

[astridhoff03]

The little sibling:

@simon-white-blog

The contiontion to the First Hiccstrid married Couple Story i did.

The freshly fallen snow shimmers silvery in the light of the full moon on New Berk. Zephyr and Nuffink take advantage of this opportunity to have a snowball fight. The two children scream happily in their wild chase around their parents' house. Hiccup was throwing some logs into the fire when his wife stepped out the door, a white fur coat wrapped around her shoulders. In her hands she held a tray with sandwiches and a single salad plate filled mainly with cucumbers. His eyes slid over her beautiful appearance, the long blonde hair that fell in soft waves over her shoulders like a golden veil. Her unfathomable ocean blue eyes glowing in the glow of the flames. Right down to the little bulge in her stomach where a little baby was growing inside her. Smiling, he stood up and took the tray from his wife's hands. “May I?” Astrid rolled her eyes with a smile. "Hiccup, I'm not seriously ill, I‘m just pregnant." In response, he just gave her a quick kiss on the cheek before placing the tray on a small wooden table in front of the fireplace. “I know, Astrid. But still."The two sat down by the fire and then watched their children playing happily in the snow. "Ready to tell them the news?" Astrid nodded, then called out, "Zephyr! Nuffink! Please, both of you, come here!” The siblings immediately came running and quickly climbed onto the bench next to their parents, where they immediately cuddled up to the two of them. Astrid lovingly ran her fingers through her little daughter's hair, and Zephyr giggled under the touch of her mother's gentle fingers. "We'd like to tell you something," Astrid began, giving Hiccup a quick smile as he sat Nuffink on his lap. “And it is very important to us that you listen carefully,” he continued. The two children nodded in joyful anticipation. Hiccup placed his hand on his wife's thigh and looked at her invitingly. Astrid ran her hand over her stomach. “So dear ones, you will soon have a little sibling,” she announced. Zephyr and Nuffink exchanged a quick look. Astrid bit her bottom lip, a quick glance with her husband was enough to see that he was thinking the same thing. Had her children taken it the wrong way? Did they think they would love them less now? But Hiccup and Astrid could hardly think any further when their two children happily jumped up and hugged them. “This is the best Snoggeltog present ever,” Zephyr exclaimed, wrapping her arms over her mother’s stomach. "And don't worry mommy, I'll take good care of you and the baby," Nuffink announced proudly, fiddling clumsily with his toy sword. Hiccup stroked his son's shaggy hair. “And I will take good care of you all. A Chief protects his family.”His gaze slid from his pregnant wife to his two children, who were carefully stroking their mother's stomach. At this moment he couldn't be happier. A smile appeared on his face. “Then let’s eat to celebrate the day.” Astrid and the children didn’t need to be told twice.

After dinner the children decided to build a Dragon out of snow. Astrid was leaning on her husband's shoulder and watching her children. Hiccup's hand slowly stroked her shoulder. Lost in thought, he watched as it started to snow again. Small white flakes trickled down in the glow of the northern lights and glittered in the glow of the colorful natural spectacle. Astrid noticed his look and stroked his chest so that his eyes fell on her again. “Is everything okay?” He sighed heavily. “No, it’s not Astrid. I'm looking forward to the baby but...I'm scared...for you and the baby." "You're afraid it'll be like when Nuffink was born?" He nodded. “I almost lost you back then. I don’t want to lose you this time.” He took both of her hands in his. "Astrid, I can't imagine a world without you." She ran her hand over his cheek. “I can’t imagine a world without you either. But I promise you, everything will be okay. You will not lose me. Never!” With these words, Hiccup wrapped his arms around his wife’s body and hugged her tightly and then gave her a kiss on her temple. “I love you, Astrid. I love you."

(Lil side note: there Will be another contiontions of this Story)

[howtodrawyourdragon]

Cherrytober 2024 Day 5

"All Out Of Fight, Astrid?"

Summary: Set during RttE. Heather has a moment to tease Astrid.

Warnings: Sexual Content

Rating: Explicit

Words: 774

Prompts: Foreplay, Knifeplay

Fandom: How to Train Your Dragon

Characters: Astrid, Heather

Pairing: Heathstrid (minor Hiccstrid)

Author's Notes: Got caught by the good ol' Covid and needed about a week before I could get back to writing whump and posting fics. Pretty much slept most of the time, honestly. Not entirely back yet, but I'm getting there. :) Watched the entirety of Miraculous Ladybug in the meantime.

Anyway, this was a fun one!

Enjoy!

-XOXOX-

Heather has Astrid pinned to the forest floor with a knife she pulled from her person. She straddles her, both of their axes somewhere forgotten in the battle nearby.

They aren’t enemies, not really, but they had to pretend they were. Because Heather is undercover to gather information on the Dragon Hunters and they have to be careful. Doesn’t stop one woman from pinning down the other and straddling her, apparently.

Astrid stills, sweat sticking her bangs to her forehead as she looks up to the other, who brandishes a dagger she stole from her.

“All out of fight already, Astrid?” She asks, the blade glinting in tonight’s bright moonlight.

“Only because you’re such a lousy fighter, I got bored,” Astrid shoots back. The hostility in their banter is no pretend, it’s how they like it when things get tense.

Heather leans forward, a hand resting in the grass besides the other’s blond head, her braid becoming undone, and bringing the tip of her knife to Astrid’s lips. She presses it down, just shy of breaking skin.

“You want me to make things a little more exciting for you?”

Their fighting isn’t real and yet Astrid finds her heart pounding. She trusts her not to actually hurt her, but the tension is still there. The “what if” that she can’t quite ignore. Her hands move up Heather’s thighs, she squeezes them lightly.

Heather trails the tip of the knife down her chin, moving slowly across the skin of her throat. She watches Astrid swallow, watches her chest heave, captivating breasts hidden by clothing. Any one of these moves could be the wrong one, the one to end her life. Even so, she trusts her completely.

The cold blade of the knife crosses Astrid’s collarbone and passes the leather connection her pauldrons. It finds her top.

“Do you think Hiccup will mind if I strip his girlfriend?” She asks, causing Astrid to blush. She and Hiccup aren’t together, she wonders if he even likes her like that anymore, but still the thought of returning to him with her clothing in tatters sends chills up her spine.

Heather grabs the top of her clothing and she begins to cut, the blade sharp enough that it makes quick work of the fabric. Astrid gasps. The other smirks down at her and spreads the remaining flaps of her top open. “Freshly sharpened by him, too?”

Astrid swallows again as the blade dips below her bindings, resting on her sternum with the flat of it. “You want me to cut through these as well?”

She should say “no.” She should tell Heather that this is far enough, that someone other than the Dragon Riders could stumble upen them and Stormfly and Windshear are both busy. But she doesn’t and Heather innocently turns the blade and puts pressure on the bindings as she pulls upwards. Either they get cut or they get pulled out of place. Either way, those bindings will not hide her breasts from her. They give in.

Astrid gasps as the cold air wraps around her chest, nipples perked, and Heather grabs a handful.

“They are so nice and full,” she compliments her with a breath, the knife trailing a way down her unattended breast to then press the tip against a nipple.

“Where is this going, Heather?” Astrid asks, panting and trying to keep her sounds to herself even as the other woman gently squeezes her breast before rolling it around, massaging it before pulling on that nipple. How far can they go before they’re caught?

“To somewhere exciting. Isn’t that what you wanted?” Heather asks, the tip of the blade trailing further downwards. Meanwhile, she becomes aware of the skulls on the other woman’s dress and she settles on one with a smile, using it to grind her clothed pussy on.

Astrid can’t possibly feel that and she still makes a strangled noise.

She wants to go there, to that “somewhere exciting,” but it’s in conflict with the rational part of her, the part of her that’s listening to the sounds of battle in the distance and worries. For Hiccup, Toothless, Stormfly, for herself and Heather. They can’t keep going and they should both know this.

“Do you want my knife inside of you?” Heather asks. “The shaft , of course. I wouldn’t want to damage your pussy before I’ve had a taste.”

Astrid feels herself burning at that question. Heather leans forward again, still grinding herself on that skull decoration of Astrid’s skirt as her face hovers inches above hers.

“Do you?”

Astrid lunges forwards, cupping Heather’s cheeks and kissing her full on the lips.

[elshe]

I’m going to hop on the “what if Hiccstrid had Zephyr during rtte” bandwagon, and shamelessly contribute to what has caused my devastating brainrot these past few weeks, cause it’s just. so. good.

Can you imagine all the reactions and conflicts?!??

Not to mention the SCANDAL jk😩

my bebe boy Snotlout takes any opportunity to tease Hiccup about it, because, really, it is sooo funny.

might write a whole fic on it fr fr

That Hiccup angst is just— mmm… *chefs kiss* 🤌🏻

[evilwriter37]

Oh my gosh, I really loved this!!! The dialogue and character actions were so in point. I could clearly see the scene in my head! Excellent work!!

Hiccstrid Week 2024

Day 3: to discover / to explore || braids

Astrid groaned as the morning sun cut through the door of her hut. She was in bed much later than usual, and she was still in no hurry to get up. Her whole body ached from the previous day’s Dragon Hunter attack, particularly her-

“Ah!” Astrid hissed as she absentmindedly tried to use her right hand to sit herself up. She immediately took her weight off the hand, falling back in bed and cradling it to her chest. Dammit, Hiccup was right. It was broken for sure, at least her fingers were. She groaned internally as she imagined the “I told you so” that would surely be coming.

Getting dressed was an uphill battle to say the least. By the time she was finished the aching in her hand had gotten so bad she could confidently count her heartbeat from her fingers. She thought maybe she’d be lucky enough that her braid had held up through the night, but when she felt her hair with her uninjured left hand she could tell it had fallen out. She sighed. This was going to hurt.

She had managed to undo her hair and brush through it with her left hand alone. She pulled the top of her hair back and tried to braid without bending the fingers of her right hand, but that proved quite difficult. So she thought she could just push through the pain and get it done quickly.

That quickly ended in screaming and cursing. Mostly cursing.

“Uh, Astrid? Everything alright?”

She stifled a groan. Here we go. “Yeah, Hiccup, I’m fine.” She must have missed the sound of his footsteps under her yelling.

She expected a sarcastic quip, but when he didn’t say anything she turned to look at him. He was just staring at her from the doorway, eyes wide and mouth just slightly ajar. Astrid blushed, realizing he’d never seen her with her hair down. Even Toothless noticed his best friend’s trance, though he merely rolled his eyes and found a comfy place to lay down and watch the show just inside the door.

She pushed the hair on the left side of her face behind her ear. “I, uh… Just having trouble with the braid.”

Hiccup slowly blinked back to life. “T-trouble with the… Because of your hand?”

She flinched. “Maybe.”

Hiccup hesitated - a first, Astrid noted - before he stepped into her hut and slowly crossed the distance between them. His eyes stayed mostly on the floor until he reached out his hand as he approached her. “Let me see,” he gently requested.

Astrid quietly held out her right hand, struggling to find a comfortable way to hold her fingers.

He leaned over and gently cupped her hand in his, hovering his other hand over them as he carefully inspected the damage. He turned her hand over in his a few times, just barely grazing over her skin with his rough, worn fingers. It felt nice, like stroking a piece of old, well-worn leather.

Hiccup shook his head. “I don’t like the way this bruising looks. I knew we should have splinted it last night.” He looked up at her, and Astrid couldn’t help but notice his eyes stealing glances at her hair. “If you come by after you’ve gotten something to eat, I should have something ready for you by then. Shouldn’t take me too long to make.”

Astrid sighed. So much for training today. “Alright, fine. I’ll come over soon. If I can ever get this hair braided, that is,” she added, brushing the loose strands back again. She hated how it blocked her vision when it fell forward.

“Well it looks pretty like that,” he offered.

Astrid blushed.

Hiccup’s eyes widened slightly. “P-p-pretty d-different, I mean, it’s-it’s different. Good different! It looks- It’s a good look on you, it’s good.”

Astrid couldn’t help smiling. “Thanks, Hiccup.”

He nodded, avoiding eye contact now. “Uh… You know, if, uh…” He scratched his face and pushed his hair back. “I-I could braid your hair for you, if you want.”

Astrid raised an eyebrow. “Really?”

“I mean, I braid my hair all the time,” he quipped, gesturing to the tiny braids behind his ear.

Astrid chuckled. “Are you sure? I do have a lot more hair than that.”

He shrugged in that bouncy, hand-waving, Hiccup-y way. “Talk me through it. I’m a fast learner.”

Astrid smiled and held out the tie for her hair. “Alright, go for it.”

She had to admit, it felt nice having someone else brush her hair. A strand or two would occasionally catch on a break in his skin on his hand, but she didn’t mind. He was gentle and slow, making sure to not pull too hard. Astrid found herself closing her eyes and relaxing into his touch far too easily. She smiled softly to herself. She could already feel that it wasn’t going to be the tightest or neatest braid she’d had by far. But he could only get better with practice, right?

Maybe letting him do her braids for a while wouldn’t be so bad.

[httydhiccstridweek]

Day 7: to love

Thank you, everyone who took part in Hiccstrid week 2024! The days really went by very quickly, almost too quickly :( we are so close to the end!

It is wonderful seeing all the art and fic this year 😊, so thank you again, creators and fans alike!!

Please do let me know if you’d be interested in another Hiccstrid week next year!

(Also, cue some shameless self promo for @howtotrainyourdragonweek 2024 in August! The prompts poll is published now, so please check it out!)

~sorush signing out! Have a good day, folks!

[aleteia-ff]

The Phantom of the Arena on Wattpad!

I've decided to start cross-posting The Phantom of the Arena to Wattpad, so it is available one very major fanfic platform (and if I've missed any, please let me know!)

I'll be posting 2-3 chapters a week, so for those of you looking for a refresh on the story, it might also be a good way to dive back in and enjoy it all over again!

In the meantime, I'm very happy to report that I'm continuing my writing on The Phantom of the Archipelago as well! I hope to update again a little over a week from today :)