#hiccup haddock x y/n

[luvendiary]

3 times hiccup asked you to marry him + the time you realized he meant it

hello! this was an early draft for this request: Hello!!! Imagine hiccup telling reader "I'm in love with you" / "Marry me" out of blue after a stare down (can be established relationship or not muahahaha) I like how this turned out, except for the ending. it's sort of shitty in my opinion. also, this isn't proofread. and sorry for any mistakes, english is not my first language. feel free to point them out. also, there’s a slight corpse bride reference with the vows!! as always, thank you for reading. let me know what you think and if you'd like more of this. requests are always open!

1.

Snoggletog was one of your favorite festivities. The beautiful coat of snow that hugged the soil, and the way the sunlight softly reflected on it was perfect to you. You loved to see how vikings busied themselves by hanging up ornaments and mistletoe on the doors. You loved hearing the out-of-tune carols that echoed across Berk. And you loved the late cold nights as you and the dragon riders sat around a warm fire and talked about the day’s happenings.

One thing you did not love though, was the Snoggletog play, specially because it had been assigned to you all this year. It was the dragon riders’ responsibility to plan, organize and act it out the day of Snoggletog.

“What about the start of dragon races?” Snoutlout suggested.

“They did that two years ago,” Astrid replied as she sharpened her axe.

“We could do Loki-”

“We’re not doing Loki day Tuffnut,” Hiccup interrupted him.

A moment of silence passed amongst all of you.

“What if, we make a reenactment of Odin and Freya’s marriage? How they stopped the Aesir and Vanir war,” you said while nibbling on your thumb.

“That could work,” Fishlegs said.

“I like it, we could even get the dragons in on this,” Astrid suggested.

“Of course, brilliant idea (Y/N),” Snotlout said as he stood up with a cocky attitude. “Specially because I would make the perfect Odin.” He flexed his muscles and stroke a victorious pose.

You chuckled and pushed him away, “Sit down Snotlout. I was actually thinking that Astrid and Fishlegs could be Freya and Odin.”

“Oh no,” Astrid said immediately. “I’m not good at performing. Plus, you gave the idea, you should be Freya.”

“Alright,” you said. “If no one else is up for it, I’ll be Freya. Fishlegs, are you ok with being Odin?”

“Ye-” his reply was interrupted by Astrid elbowing him. “I mean, I wish I could but…I-I don’t like performing.”

“What but you love perfor-?”

“Hiccup! Why aren’t you Odin?!” Astrid chimed in as she placed her arm around your shoulder while the other went around the brunette-boy’s shoulders.

“Uh…I-I guess,” Hiccup said.

Astrid grinned while looking at you, “Great! It’s settled then!”

“Why would you do that?!” you shrieked as you pressed the palm of your hands to your eyes.

Astrid, who sat next to you overlooking Berk from a nearby cliff, shrugged, “Oh I don’t know. Maybe because I’m tired of you two beating around the bush. Why don’t you kiss already? It’s obvious you want to.”

“Shut up Astrid,” you said while sitting up. You rubbed your hands together to provide some heat to your body. “I’m not even sure if he likes me.”

“You’re as blind as Gothi is mute,” she replied.

“How can you be so sure? Has he said anything about me?”

“You’re hopeless Y/N.”

The days went by, and Snoggletog drew closer and closer. Right after training, you went to rehearsals, and while most of it went by in fits of laughter and jokes, you all managed to build a production. You often tended to practice with Hiccup, since you had the most line together, and it gave you an excuse to spend more time with him. During this period, you had managed to gain some small victories in the love department, holding his hand, dancing with him, and hearing him laugh while you acted out some of your scenes being some. However, there was something you both had been avoiding: the marriage kiss. It made your heart flutter and your stomach swarm with butterflies every time you though about the possibility of kissing him; on the other hand, it also felt like Gronkle iron swishing around your intestines. What if he didn’t want to kiss you? What if he just did it out of pity?

Your mind was plagued with questions up until the big day.

“Good luck,” Astrid said while she gave you a knowing look. She was looking forward to the kiss, and if what she had told you was true, all of the dragon riders were too.

The play started out good, Snotlout and Tuffnut played the Aesir family, while Ruffnut and Fishlegs played the Vanir.

The scene changed and the Aesir were complaining with Hiccup about how Freya’s magic and her help towards the Vanir was the reason for their shortcomings.

I was then your time to appear. After several attempts from the Aesir to try to kill Freya, you and Odin came to an agreement: you were to marry each other.

“Marry me,” said Hiccup. And as you looked into his eyes your breath hitched. He had a smile plastered on his face, and his eyes gleamed.

“I will marry you,” you replied as you offered him your hand and he put the ring on your nuptial finger.

The scene was supposed to end there, you were about to take a step backwards so that the actual marriage scene could take place, however you felt a hand wrap around your wrist, and before you knew it you were being kissed. You were being kissed by Hiccup Haddock.

Your shock was palpable, however you dissolved into the kiss once the initial incredulity had passed. Once Hiccup felt the kiss was reciprocal, he wrapped his arms around your waist and drew you closer.

2 .

Dragon racing was a hefty sport. Ever since it was created, it became a fan favorite amongst Berkians. Once every full moon, a match was held that was sure to be the talk of the town for at least a week. On summer and winter solstice, you held the dragon riding tournament, that usually lasted for about a week; except for that one time when the black sheep had wondered deep into the woods, and you weren’t able to find it for two days.

Point of the matter is, dragon racing was a serious issue for vikings. And that’s why victories where celebrated so grandly. You never particularly cared for the celebrations, however wining was important to you; your usually carefree nature was irrecognizable when it came to the sport as you became a furiously competitive rider. This change, spared no one. Not even your boyfriend.

“Incoming!” you called out before snatching the black sheep from Hiccup’s arms, as you held on with your legs to (Y/D)’s saddle while she flew in an upside down position.

“Hey!” he shouted in response with a light chuckle.

“I wish I could say I’m sorry, but I’m not!” you replied with a shit-eating grin directed his way. With the black sheep secure in your arms, you flew away, not a hint of remorse visible on your face.

You returned to your upright position and quickly flew up to your basket and threw in the black sheep. As soon as you do so, you hear the crowds cheers and applause mixed with the blow of the horn, signaling that the match has ended.

Astrid joined you on the platform, followed by Ruff, as they cheered you on and celebrated your team victory.

Hiccup watched you, still mounted on Toothless with a lovesick smile present in his features, “I’m going to marry her,” he said as he took in your beautiful smile.

“I don’t think you’re her type,” said a voice next to him. Tuffnutt flew next to him with a pissed expression -probably because of their defeat- “but go for it. I’m sure my sister would be flattered.”

3 .

“Do you think there are other people out there?” you asked as you stared blankly at the stars. “I mean, besides us dragon riders and dragon hunters. Do you think that maybe there’s another civilization that has been familiar with dragons long before us?”

You heard Hiccup chuckle, “Possibly, maybe they even know of species we have yet to discover.”

“I wonder if they maybe think the same of us. Maybe we’re some strange advanced civilization to them”, you said with a light giggle as your thoughts went wild with the idea of the unknown. “Or maybe, we’re cavemen in comparison to their civilization. Maybe…they know about our existence, and they have just decided to leave us alone because we’re not worth their time.”

“That’s a bit depressing isn’t it?” Hiccup asked, humored by your rambling.

“I don’t think so. I think it’s exciting…” you said slightly breathless as you stared at the vast abyss of twinkling lights that spread above you and beyond. “Just imagine everything we’ve yet to discover.”

You faintly heard the huffs and growls of your dragons, who were entertained by Hiccup’s prosthetic leg as they fought each other for it.

Hiccup allowed himself to steal a glance at you for a fraction of a second. He thought that the view in front of you was beautiful, but to him, the real wonder was sitting right next to him. You looked breathtaking with the starry abyss reflected in your eyes. Yet, you were so unaware of it.

“Marry me.”

He didn’t mean to actually say it. But he just couldn’t control himself when he was with you.

Your trance was broken and you stared at him wide eyed, in disbelief at what he had just said. However as soon as you saw his expression mirroring yours, you burst out laughing. You couldn’t say truthfully that you had never though about marriage, especially with Hiccup.

Hiccup’s startled expression morphed into confusion.”W-What? Why are you laughing?”

“Are you sure you want to marry me?” you asked in between giggles. “You don’t seem very sure.”

“What? Y-Yes! Of course I’m sure! Why wouldn’t I want to marry you?” his eyebrows furrowed in the way you loved. The way that told you you had successfully managed to get in his head. He had turned his body so that it was now mirroring yours, and his shoulders were raising up and down as they usually did when he was trying to explain something or defend a point.

“Fine then. I’ll marry you.”

His rambling stopped immediately. “What? Y-You will?”

You shrugged your shoulders nonchalantly. “Sure. Why not?”

You stood up then as you walked around the small island you had stumbled upon earlier that day. Leaving a very flustered and confused Hiccup behind.

“Wait! Where are you going?” he called after you as he struggled to get up. He rambled on as he chased you, asking about arrangements and other things.

“Aha!” you said victoriously as you crouched down over a patch of grass with some wildflowers sprouting out.

Hiccup peered over your shoulder, trying to see what you were doing.

Eventually you stood up and extended your hand towards him. He stared at you blankly for a moment, and muttered to himself, tryin to understand your actions. Still, an amused smile was present on his face.

“Well?” you said after a bit. “Give me your hand.”

He did as you instructed, and then you took out your other hand from behind, which gently held a blade of grass along with some small wildflowers intertwined with each other, forming a ring.

“I know it’s not the best craftsmanship, but I figured we couldn’t get married without rings,” you explained with a soft giggle.

Hiccup grinned down at you, and laughed incredulously. He wondered how he ever got you to agree to be his. “I’m afraid to tell you dearest, but I don’t have a ring for you.”

You sighed mockingly and rolled your eyes. “I know that. I assumed you would be too in your head about your future duty as chief and the dragons to think about me.”

“Hey!” he protested immediately. “I’m always thinking about you-”

“But worry not!” you said as you giggled playfully. “Since I know you well enough to be married, I know you well enough to be prepared for our wedding.” You reached into one of your pockets and puled out and identical ring, which he gently grabbed.

He stared down at you, with a skeptical expression.

“Well, go on with it. Do you want to marry me or not?” you asked as you tilted your head slightly to the side.

Hiccup sighed and then locked his eyes with yours. “I, Hiccup Horrendous Haddock, the Third, make this oath. With this hand I will lift your sorrows. Your cup will never empty, for I will be your wine. With this candle, I will light your way in darkness. With this ring, I ask you to be mine."

Once the traditional vows were finished he gently took your hand and slid the delicate ring onto your nuptial finger.

You watched with a smile as he carefully placed it, and once he was done, you repeated the vows and slid his ring onto his own finger.

With your ceremony done, your lips met in a gentle and warm dance. You felt as his hands slid down your back and rested on your hips, holding your body closer to his.

“This is the second time we’ve been married now,” he whispered as he broke apart form the kiss,

“How scandalous,” you whispered back with a soft laugh, as you remembered the Snoggletog performance and how it ended up with your first kiss.

“Maybe the next time we get to do it, you’ll actually be wearing white.”

You stared up at him with a raised eyebrow. “Is that so? Does that mean you’d like to bed me next time?” you teased.

“I’d love to bed you now,” he said with a slight chuckle. “But I’m aware you’d rather follow the traditional path.”

You laughed and patted his chest. “Well, you’ll better get me that white dress quickly then.”

4.

Hiccup had been acting weird all day. Evading you and whenever you managed to track him down he responded any question you had in a dismissive manner. You had figured you should let him alone for a while, at least until he was ready to talk about whatever was bothering him.

He did tend to get too into his own head whenever he was worried, and it took you telling him about it for him to realize he could share his burden with you. But this time it was different.

When you had asked what was bothering him he dismissed you as soon as he could and continued what he was doing.

It had hurt you. It made you think if you had done anything wrong, but you couldn’t think of anything. It was scary thinking about what this could mean for the both of you.

“And you’re sure he hasn’t ever acted like this before?” Astrid asked as she tried to make sense of the situation with you.

You where both sat in the Great Hall, as the rest of the vikings ate their dinner. You however, couldn’t seem to make anything go down past your throat, as worry consumed you.

“Yes Astrid, I am sure,” you replied rather harshly. “I don’t even know where the hell he is right now. For all I know he’s probably off in another girl’s house. Maybe he got tired of waiting for me. Maybe he realized he doesn’t want this sort of commitment…”

You knew that this was irrational thinking. Hiccup had never given you signs that he didn’t want to be with you anymore, on the contrary, he was always very reassuring on how much he liked being with you. Up until now you had never had any reason to doubt your relationship; but up until now, Hiccup had never behaved like this either.

“Don’t say that! That boy is crazy for you. He has been since we where thirteen.”

You sighed and buried your hands in your hair. “Then why is he acting like this?!”

“I think you should ask him yourself,” Astrid said as she placed a comforting hand on her friend’s back.

“I’ve already tried that…” you groaned out. Your voice muffled by your arms, on which you were resting your head.

“Give it one more try. Maybe he’ll snap out of it.”

Reluctantly, you agreed and made your way up to the watch tower. It was Hiccup’s turn to keep watch tonight, so you knew he wouldn’t be able to escape this time.

You felt the heat of the fire before you saw it, and you knew he was there.

“You need to cut the crap Haddock,” you started as you saw the faint outline of his shadow as you were nearing the end of the stairs. “If I did something wrong, just tell me right now because I can’t keep doing this. We’re not teenagers anymo-”

Your throat closed up as soon as you saw him. A gasp escaped your mouth and your hands flew to your face.

In front of you, Hiccup was down on one knee and a small wooden box sat comfortably on the palm of his hand.

“You bastard,” you whispered just to yourself.

He chuckled at that and smiled as he saw your reaction. He then opened the box to reveal a small silver ring in the shape of some intricate patterns.

“My dearest Y/N…” he started, but the lump in his throat wouldn’t let him go any further.

“Oh Hiccup…” you breathed out as you approached him slowly.

“Please marry me,” he said finally.

You crouched in front of him with tears in your eyes and held his face in your hands.

“Of course I will marry you,” you replied as a teary laugh escaped your throat.

To him, it was the most beautiful sound he had ever heard.

He laughed then, as he slid the ring in, and looked up at you. He cupped your cheeks with the palm of his hand and pulled you closer until your lips met. He tasted tears and relief in that kiss.

You eventually separated and you hit his chest lightly.

“Don’t ever do that to me again you bastard!” you said as the tears flowed, and you whipped them off as nervous laughter escaped your lips.

“I swear this is the last time love,” he chuckled as he crouched his head slightly to help you whipe your tears.

“Not that! Don’t ever avoid me like that again Hiccup! I was starting to think that maybe you didn’t want me anymore…”

Hiccup grabbed your chin gently and made you look up at him. “Theres no one else I’d rather want.”

You laughed nervously once again and offered him a teary smile.

“I’m sorry I scarred you love. I just…I was so nervous.”

“It’s ok…” you reassured him. “I understand.”

He smiled down at you and whipped another tear. You didn’t mean to keep doing it, but you had been so worried all day long that it was finally coming out. You didn’t want to ruin your moment like this. It was supposed to be a moment for celebration and happiness. You tried to make it stop.

“You can cry. I will lift your sorrows,” Hiccup said with a soft laugh as he whipped another tear.

You smiled then, tears still flowing out. But you knew it would be alright. He would make you feel alright. He always did.

[c0nfessions-of-a-writing-freak]

Chapter One: A Lightfury’s Guide to Stealing A Dragon Rider

Pairing: Hiccup 'Horrendous’ Haddock III x fem!oc

Word count: 3.1k

Chapter Summary: When a destroyed fleet of dragon hunter ships wash up at Dragon’s Edge, with all that is left behind are white scales and scorch marks, it leaves some questions to be raised within the dragon riders and what could have caused this. On the other side of the archipelago, a girl that appears and disappears at Northern Markets makes her presence known, planning to stick around until the heat calms down.

Overall Summary: A mysterious new dragon rider has been starting to make their presence known by tearing through dragon hunter ships and leaving nothing in their wake. What dragon they ride is unknown. What they look like is unknown. Why they are hunting the dragon hunters is unknown. The only thing that is known is that they will stop at nothing to destroy every dragon hunter ship at any cost.

N/A: Make sure you check out the prologue for this series! I feel like near the end of the chapter it sort of goes off the rails a bit. Hope you enjoy :D

*Art and gif is not mine.

Hiccup started his day like any other; waking up relatively early–at least earlier than the twins or Snotlout–and getting Toothless for a morning flight, usually to be met with Astrid as she finishes her rounds of the island, insisting she does a sweep of the island to make sure no hunters had found their way onto the beaches.

Toothless was already awake and bounding around Hiccup’s hut. His teeth were retracted as he watched Hiccup stir awake.

Not waiting for his rider to fully wake, Toothless jumped onto the bed, shaking it as Hiccup startled awake, trying to sit upright only to knock his head into Toothless’ snout. A disgruntled groan left the dragon at the contact.

“Sorry bud,” Hiccup began to say, cutting himself off as the grumbled scorn from Toothless. “What's got you so rowdy this morning?”

A gargling noise rang out from Toothless, flashing his gums before hopping off of Hiccup and his bed before jumping towards the hut’s door, large steps shaking the wooden beams the hut is balanced on. With the rustling from behind, Toothless looked back with a toothless smile to find Hiccup slowly awaking from bed, getting ready for the day on the Edge ahead of him.

“Alright bud, I’m on my way. Don’t worry,” Hiccup muttered with a yawn as he paced after the Nightfury. A steady hand landed on Toothless’ head, pushing him back a few paces so he could push open the door. The sun had started to rise by now, nearly set high enough to commence breakfast. Toothless raced forward, bumping Hiccup with his tail and causing him to stumble forward, a laugh rolling in his chest. “Perfect morning for a flight, isn’t it?”

Before Toothless could rumble a reply, Stormfly came barreling up, Astrid sat on her back as she stared worriedly at Hiccup. “Hiccup, there’s something you're going to want to see,” She announced upon her arrival, causing Hiccup to stumble out of his hut a couple of steps faster.

“What is it?” He hurriedly asked, resting a hand on Toothless’s head, ready to mount his back at any given second to follow after Astrid.

“I think it would be better if you took a look for yourself,” She called out, head flicking around to look down at the docks she and the other dragon riders had built when they first started working on building the Edge.

Hiccup didn’t have to be told twice.

Before Astrid could blink, Hiccup and Toothless were already in the air and flying towards her. His eyes hadn’t yet locked on where Astrid had come from, waiting for her guidance to lead him.

The two of them were in the air for only a few seconds, a quick glide down before their dragon’s claws were touching down on the wooden planks that made up their docks. That was when Hiccup was finally able to see what had Astrid so spooked.

In front of them was a fleet of half-destroyed ships.

Each ship had a number of scorch marks that plunged through the wooden decks, the sails that had the dragon hunter crest torn to shreds. Most of the ships also had discarded weapons and helmets, left behind by the hunters that had sailed on these ships. But something stuck out on one of the ships, the largest out of the lot. There was a variety of cuts and indents in the ship, looking to be placed there by a sword or some other kind of weapon, perhaps claw marks along with a few scales white as snow scattered around the destroyed ship.

“Astrid… what do you think could have done this?” Hiccup questioned, his head whirling around to face Astrid only to find the blonde girl staring hauntedly at the ship graveyard.

“More like who.”

𓆩⟡𓆪

"Ah, if it isn't my favourite customer from beyond the archipelago," A middle-aged man boasts as he sees a young woman walking up to his stall in the Northern Markets, his arms spread wide and a yellowing smile. His loud comments forced many heads to turn as Sindri was one of the best weapons traders within the isle, the man always having something to please any form of customer.

A dry chuckle escapes the girl as she steps up to the stall countertop, her boots digging into the muddy floor as she rests one of her gloved hands on the counter. "You should stop spoiling me with the praises Sindri," She says with a grin, her eyes briefly scanning over the items the man had on display for the day. “Your words might start to get to my head after all.”

"Maybe I'm just trying to make sure I get into Valhalla when my time comes," He says with a booming grin, leaving his prior task behind as he walks up to the girl. "I do after all need a Valkyrie to take me there. Your ego is free to inflate as much as you wish," He comments smugly, wiggling his eyebrows at the girl as he stops in front of her.

"Just because the name Valkyrie belongs to me it doesn't mean I will be flying you anywhere in the afterlife," She chides the man loosely. "And besides, you need to die in battle to be sent there. I don't think selling these weapons counts as so," She says amused at the slight drop in the man's shoulders.

"You might be right there," The man comments, an eyebrow being raised by the girl across from him in question at the might part. "So, what can I help you with today? It's been a while since your last visit to the Northern Markets," Sindri asks, both his hands leaning on the countertop as he waits for the girl across from him's request.

Valkyrie absently looks around the stall, staring at the many weapons discarded around the wooden crates and countertops. "Do you have any more of those Hideous Zippleback exploding boxes? The ones where the gas pours out of it until it gets lit," She asked, going into explanation since she knew that wasn't the name Sindri had given her when he first sold the items to her, and that exploding boxes could be quite vague.

"Of course, I have those in stock! I make them myself, remember?" He asks, grinning wildly as he bends down to reach for something hidden in a crate. Pulling out seven rectangular-like boxes, all made from vast metals and wood. He places them on the counter just in front of the girl’s hands. "Now, Valkyrie, these are the last ones I have in stock since you keep forgetting to bring the empty ones back to me." He says with a slight scold to his words.

"So there worth a pretty penny?" Valkyrie asks, staring up at Sindri slightly sheepish and with her shoulders bunching to her ears as she raises a brow in question, both palms facing up in front of her.

"Precisely," Sindri says with a sharp nod. "Now, I'm willing to trade them off for something, but if not, I'm going to need about two bags worth," He states, his face losing most of its joy as he goes into trader mode, making sure he gets the best deal for himself.

"Two bags?" Valkyrie questions with a huff of air, picking up one of the canisters loosely. When a hum of agreement leaves Sindri, Valkyrie places it down on the countertop rather harshly. "And here I thought I was your favourite customer," She says slightly dejected, pulling out a small pouch of coins from her waist. "How about this? I give you half of this, and the next time I sail in, I'll bring you two double-edged axes?" She offers, loosening the string that was keeping the pouch sealed and flashing Sindri a toothy smile.

Sindri's eyes narrowed at the girl, one of his fists balling as he study's her for a long moment. An air of silence dragged on between the two of them before he came to his final decision. "How do I know you’re not just going to fly off and never return?" He questions with a glower, an opening statement for something further.

A fake mortified gasp escapes Valkyrie's lips as she brings her hands up, resting them on her chest. "You wound me Sindri," She states, closing her eyes like she was crying. Bringing a hand up to wipe at a nonexistent tear, she says, "And here I thought we have built some trust up over the years."

The man across from her rolled his eyes with a huff before he shook his head with a grin stretching across his face. "I’d be in safer hands while wrestling with a Nightfury than putting any trust in you. But fine, I'll take you up on that deal," He mutters. His agreement got a crooked grin slipping onto Valkyrie's face as she raised her chin slightly in accomplishment. "But if you don't return in two moons, I'll be putting a bounty on your head."

The thing with Sindri is that he totally would, which only made Valkyrie grin more. "I'll be back in three then," She said, emptying half of her coin pouch onto the countertop as she pulled another brown bag from her waist. This time the bag was empty, and a lot bigger than the last as she started to load the Hideous Zippleback gas canisters into her bag.

Sindri only looked slightly amused at her words as he tested each of the coins, roughly gauging how much each of them weighed. Valkyrie attached the bag of items back to her hip as he did this, waiting until he had finished the task and put them into his own pouch. "Is there anything else you might need before you vanish without a trace again?" He questions.

"I think this is all I need for the moment," Valkyrie says, her eyes going distant as she racks her brain for any other possible items she could need for the next following days. She couldn't picture any dire situations arising where she would have to prepare for, everything already thought out in her own mind as they had repeated this process a number of times. The only reason she was buying the Zippleback gas was because she would be going in solo and she would be dealing with a larger number the usual.

Sindri gave her a sad nod. "I'll see you next time you decide to grace the aisle with your presence." He comments, lighting up with a grin before he is turning to a new customer—or maybe it was the person he abandoned to talk to Valkyrie.

Turning away from the stall, Valkyrie begins her way back through the trading village. She kept her head high as she began to weave through the different stalls, a steady eye on anyone who decided to get too close for her liking.

A certain thing that came with the Northern Markets is that there is a large number of dragon hunters always running around getting weapons fixed or buying new custom traps to help them capture dragons that they would later sell to a select few from this very island. It never mattered how much she attempted to avoid them when on the island so she gave up long ago, accepting the fact there was no getting around it.

So when a certain hunter clad in dragon hide started to approach her, there was nothing Valkyrie could do except hide her finds and ready herself for conflict.

Keeping her head held up, she planned to walk past the man, keeping her eyes from the mace hanging at his hip where his hand was starting to itch for. But as she passed a hand shot out, fingers enclosing tightly around her upper arm. Valkyrie was instantly on the defence, a hand shooting to her hip where a broken down sword lay wrapped around her waist. With a hiss, Valkyrie spoke, “Can I help you?”

“Do I recognise ya?” The man spoke, spit flying from his mouth.

“I would hope not,” Valkyrie started. “Now, if you would be so kind as to get your filthy hand off of me, I would be glad to let you leave with all your limbs intact.”

The two stood off, neither being the first to back down. As Valkyrie’s hand slid forward, fingers wrapping around the loose handle of her broken-down sword, another hand came shooting out and wrapping around her shoulder. “Why don’t we all take it easy for a second.”

Turning to see who had spoken, Valkyrie’s eyes landed on a tall boy with auburn hair and pale green eyes. He didn’t look directly at Valkyrie, his eyes instead focused on the hunter that she had previously been threatening.

“Mind your own business boy. This doesn’t concern you,” The hunter spoke with a sneer, attempting to pull Valkyrie closer towards him but when Valkyrie didn’t budge, the hold that the boy had on her keeping her grounded, he let go.

“Oh, I’m terribly sorry. Of course, this is between you and this helpless lady,” The boy said, releasing Valkyrie as he raises both hands in an act of surrender.

Valkyrie’s head whipped around to face the nameless boy, eyes wide with her top lip curling up. “Helpless?” Her voice rose an octave, once again her hand shooting down to where the handle of her sword rested.

The boy flashed Valkyrie a sideways glance with an almost pleading look on his face before he turned back to the hunter. “It’s just, I didn’t want to see anything break out when it was so clear that she wouldn’t be walking away as steady as she came in.”

The hunter pondered the boy’s words, face slowly starting to light up. “Aren’t you the chivalrous type?” The man huffed out before turning away, casting one last fleeting glance at Valkyrie before flashing his teeth and blending into the crowd and fleeing from Valkyrie’s sight.

Valkyrie glared at the man even long after he vanished from her sight. Only when she was sure he was gone did she turn to the nameless boy, putting an end to his stuttering responses as one of Valkyrie’s hands slammed into his chest. “I could have handled that myself,” She scorned, going in for a second shove where the boy’s hands mixed with hers, trying to deter their path. “And come on, a helpless lady who can’t fight her own battles? You couldn’t come up with a slightly more justifying cause?”

“It’s the first thing I could think of,” Came the strangled response from the boy, his grip tight as he stopped Valkyrie from pulling her hands away where she would most likely go in for another hit. “I didn’t exactly think of a plan when I came over.”

“You clearly didn’t think much if you had the bright idea to come over here in the first place,” Valkyrie snapped, tugging her hands free in a quick pull, making the unknown boy stumble and fall towards Valkyrie.

Valkyrie quickly raised her arms, bracing herself as the boy collided with her. A soft grunt escaped her lips at the close proximity of the two of them. “Uh hi?”

Valkyrie’s eyes narrowed at the boy’s words, their eyes meeting through the gaps in her arms. “Bye,” Valkyrie said in return, shoving the boy back one last time before turning on her heel, not caring for the startled yelp that came from the boy as she walked away. She told herself as she left, ready to disappear from the island and the views of the world once more, “I don’t have time for this.”

“It was nice meeting you too,” The boy called out after Valkyrie and said girl found herself gritting her teeth at the sound of hurried footsteps running after her. As the nameless boy came to her side, falling into step with her as they walked through the markets, he said, “I’m Hiccup by the way.”

“And I didn’t ask for that knowledge nor do I care for it,” Valkyrie said, earning a soft chuckle from Hiccup in return.

“Normally when someone gives you their name, there's an unspoken rule that you are meant to give it to them in return,” Hiccup said, gesturing loosely with his hands out in front of him, quickly drawing Valkyrie’s eyes to them and the leather cuffs wrapped around his wrists. “And, I mean, I did kind of save you from a fight with a dragon hunter.”

“Something which I didn’t ask you to do,” Valkyrie stated. But at the sight of Hiccup's dejected face, one of his hands bounding up to scratch the back of his neck, Valkyrie find herself speaking without her conscious permission. Turning her head straight and keeping her eyes off the other boy she said, “But if you must know, my name is Valkyrie.”

“Like one of Odin’s warriors?” Hiccup quickly questioned, his face lighting up as he put two and two together.

“Yes, like Odion’s warriors,” Valkyrie muttered, shaking her head as she answered the common question aimed her way once she revealed her namesake.

“Did your parents know you would be just as fierce as a Valkyrie when choosing a name for you?” Hiccup asked another question, seeming to have several more lined up for her to answer.

“More like vicious,” Valkyrie commented. “And I think they trained it into me when I was younger. Had to look at the world as a proper Viking one way or another.”

HIccup’s thick brows furrowed but he chose not to say anything. “What brings you the Nothern Markets?” He tracked back, changing the topic quickly. Before Valkyrie could say anything, Hiccup's head swivelled to the side, something catching his attention from another stall. Valkyrie was about to use these few seconds of distraction to slip away when Hiccup's head came swirling back towards her, large green eyes staring at her expectedly.

“Originally, before I got ambushed by two Vikings?” Valkyrie questioned, hiding a smile at the sheepish look that flickered over Hiccup's face first before a stubborn fierceness took over his eyes. Valkyrie quickly cut him off before he could once again go into why he had to help. “I came here for the same reason anyone else would. To trade and gather.”

Hiccup slowly nodded his head, wringing his arms back and forth and preparing to say something before a loud bang caught both of their attention, two heads of blonde hair fleeing from the scene. “Oh Thor, not those two,” Hiccup mumbled, dragging a hand down his face before looking back to Valkyrie. “You wouldn't be willing to wait here for me, would you?”

“No promises,” Valkyrie shrugged.

“Yeah,” A soft sigh escaped Hiccup's lips. “I didn’t think so.”

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Summary: You are Hiccup's little sister. How is the relationship with him and your dad? What is it like to be paired with Dagur? Being a dragon rider?

Hiccup ⚔️

You are a few years younger then him. Since Hiccup didn't have much friends, he considered you his best friend. lame For years it was just him and you cause he had no one else that wanted to be around.

When he met Toothless, you were the first to know. He even allowed you to meet him second. You were a bit scared in the beginning, but Toothless was very cautious around you. It didn't take you long to play games with Toothless where you chase after him.

Hiccup started to get popular resolting in kind of forgetting about you. His priority became his new friends. Specially Astrid. It pained you. You hated them for stealing your brother from you. Each thing you suggested to do with him, backfired. The same few rehearsed words coming out of his mouth. I have no time, i'm busy or ask someone else. It frustrated you so much, you went dragon searching for your own. Not caring how dangerous it was. Was it perhaps a cry for attention... maybe?

You had fallen down a pit. So much for dragon hunting Ha. Gobbler heard you after hours of yelling and crying. How embarrasing. He brought you straight to your dad. Where he surprise, surprise lectured you on the dangers of going alone. When Hiccup came back, he heard of your misfortune. It led to him visiting your room, asking how you were. It led to you shouting in tears at him how he was neglecting you. Hiccup felt guilty afterwards. He told you how he was never going to forget about you with a hug.

Chief's daughter 🛡️

Being the chief's daughter, you had a lot of restrictions. Lot's of don't do this and stay away from that. He secretly send Gobbler to keep an eye or as you like to call it spy on you.

Stoick was very protective over you. Being his only daughter, he felt the extra need to be protective. Any boy that came your way, he intimidated into leaving. People were at first afraid to be friends with you due to being Stoick's daughter. It were some very lonely first years till eventually your father eased his rules a bit up.

When dragons first came, he was still very cautious. Wanting you no where near it. Afterall one killed your mother. It took him a long time to entrust you with a dragon of your own. It was hard for him to let you go and accept that you aren't a little girl anymore.

Dragon riding 🔥

You knew from the first moment you saw them, it was your dragon. It was like something felt right. The dragon of your choice fits your personality purely. Almost identical, twins. Hiccup and Toothless had a great relationship which you envied. It took one stormy night for you and your dragon to truly come together. Your dragon had shielded you from the storm when the roof nearly came down.

After the storm, you had fallen asleep under the dragon's wing, snuggling to the body. From then it was as if you had one mind. Your dragon knew what you were thinking or expected by just one look. Soon you were almost an expert in flying. The harmony you had with your dragon was perfect. It made Hiccup's friends jealous... him too.

You quickly became an expert in flying, taking the lead on missions. You got them out of a lot of tricky situations. When you were older, you'd be given the opportunity to learn younglings how to fly their dragons.

Dagur ❤️

The first time you were paired with Dagur, you were so annoyed by him. So full of himself and egocentric. To be honest you hated and repulsed him. His interest in killing dragons was a huge red flag. Over time he got an interest in controlling dragons. Making him less full of hate, yet still very dumb and egocentric to you. Always trying to flirt with you in all the wrong ways. No way he was getting through that shield of yours ;)

After an almost fatal incident where Dagur saved you, you had a change of heart. Pop, there your heart went. The more he worked on himself, the more his silly flirts had an affect on you. Slowly you started to fall in love with him. At first you found yourself an idiot for doing so, but then you saw more of his personality it wasn't that big of a deal anymore. Dagur didn't seem surprised when you flirted back, yet screaming on the inside. You started to spend more time with him which led to a first kiss.

He vowed to devote his life to you. Your dad was happy when he told him you were a pair. Hiccup on the other hand, questioned your sanity. At first he thought you might have hit your head. Dagur needed to prove himself a lot to your brother. Eventually he'd accept him when Dagur asked for your hand.

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'Maid' in Heaven | Hiccup x Reader | Part 6

Pairings: Hiccup 'Horrendous’ Haddock III x fem!servant!reader

Chapter Content/Warnings: minor angst and fluff

Summary: After a hostile raid from The Hairy Hooligan Tribe, you were captured and forced into indentured servitude at a young age. Luckily, the God’s had blessed you to be the household thrall of the Haddock family; to serve your kind young Lord, Hiccup ‘Horrendous’ Haddock III. Oh Thor, what to do?

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There was a great discussion had within the Haddock residence later that evening. Supper was served at the single table, near to the crackling fire, and blazing with conversation about various topics. The first one attended to was the matter related to the unmissed trial of your questionable innocence. From the guilt that hung like a grey cloud above your head, Stoick sought to investigate the actual truth of the matter.

Hiccup spoke on your behalf. There were some truths, possible half-truths, and perhaps a frilly white lie in between. Whether Stoick believed the lipped wit of his son or not made no difference. The Chief’s admonishing response showed a mind already made. And the folk lesson long prevailed: it paid very little to argue with stone.

“I can’t have any more mishaps, regardless of whose fault,” Stoick said with a fistful of torn meat. “Our people are on edge, and for well enough reasons. And I’m not about to let one loose sheep, or another, cause further unrest. Do you both understand?” 

From your standing spot at the end of the table, a cinch of fault tightened your waistline. You bobbed your head and, with fingers coiled around the handle of a water pitcher, mouthed the word with a strained breath. Your attention crossed the table, catching your young Lord’s pinched features of rebellious reluctance. When your gaze met, you angled a chin and spoke through batted lashes for him to oblige. The request sent his eyes rolling backwards. Luckily, you didn’t need to pray for his life. To your relief, his father was too preoccupied with his plate to notice.

“Understood,” he said, and took a reproachful sip of his drink. You assumed he’d done so to keep him from taking back the word. 

“Good,” Stoick said with a satisfied grumble. “Tomorrow you’ll join me to pay a visit to the farmsteads. We’ll be needing a count of all the livestock and expected yield of crops before Winter. Consider the numbers for rationing. Always best to prepare for the worst.”

“Sure, doomsday prepping sounds like fun,” he said with a lop-sided pin of his lips. “But I was thinking, after we’re done counting with our fingers and toes, you’d talk with me and Gobber. We have some ideas to export new saddles.”

Stoick nodded and spoke in a tone of allowance rather than agreement. “Time will be made tomorrow, then.” 

The table quieted to small-talk, clinking tableware, and requests for another pour from your pitcher. When Stoick finished, he wiped his mouth clean with his fingers, and announced his retirement for the night. When the mass of his form disappeared beyond the aching stairs, you fetched yourself to attend the mess.

“Let me help you,” he said, taking a few hurried bites and tossing the cooked tail end of his fish to Toothless. He barely swallowed when he stood. “I just finished.”

“Although I’m grateful for your offer, I must decline you,” you said and seized his plate before he could. “You’ve done enough for me today, Lord Haddock. I’m sure the least I can do in return is my own job.” 

“I don’t think there should be a limit for helping anyone,” he said rationally, “unless you think I’m wrong?” 

“I think you’ll end up causing more trouble for yourself,” you punctuated your words with the lift of your nose. “Make no mistake. The road to Hel is paved with good-intentions. I don’t wish for you to end up there, of all people.”

He chuckled with a shake of his head. “Does that mean I’ll be in trouble with you?” 

“Not me.” You wiggled a finger in front of your nose. “But your father—no, worse yet—an entire village. I'm afraid your father's right. The scorn of a single man is enough to give courage to his like-minded neighbors.”

“If anything else happens, I’ll take care of it,” he said indulgently.

“That is exactly my point. I don’t want for something else to happen, and for you to have to do anything about it. You’ve worked too hard for your good reputation to be ruined. How could I ever sleep at night, knowing I should be the reason to have it questioned?”

“You like to worry more about my reputation than I do. At the end of the day, I just do what I think is right. Even if that means upsetting a few people who probably don't agree with me. Besides,” he fought to dismiss the quarrel with a boyish grin. “I’ve heard Hel has nice warm weather all year round. Wouldn’t mind paying a visit sometime. And who knows? Maybe I’ll be Chief there instead.”

“There you go again with your jests,” you muttered, digging your nails into the dish. “Ignoring every bit of my concerns for you. But what does what I think matter? I suppose it doesn’t. I’m only a servant, after all. Nothing about me deserves a second thought of consideration.”

“Come on, it’s not like that,” his eyes softened, cupping your tense hands.

The agonizing brush of his touch loosened your hold on the clay dish. It collided with the wood below, breaking into unmendable parts at your feet. You paled, bending to clean up your recklessness. Your Lord motioned to join and you thrusted a curt hand to stop him. “Don’t—” you choked on the shame. “Please, my Lord. This… this is all I have. If you respect me at all, then you’ll let me do it myself.”

“I’m sorry.” With pained regard, he placed a single broken chip in your palm and rose to take his leave. “I won’t bother you anymore.” 

He swept up the stairs, beckoning Toothless to follow. When the door of his bedchamber closed, you shut your eyes against a wave of remorse. Gods, you wished it would drown you. Perhaps then, the regret would no longer be tangible. You drew in a quivered breath, wishing to pick up more than the shattered fragments of a mere plate.

When morning came, you stood beside yourself, looking solemnly at the same dress and apron spread out on your cot. The same dull white smock, same plain brown kirtle, and the same serviceable apron. Stiff and ugly, you thought. All these same things punctuated how perfectly unpleasant you were on the inside. The display of your behavior the prior evening brought a taste of black licorice, which not even lye soap could rinse from your mouth. For your Lord’s sake, it would’ve served him to cut out your tongue with one of the sharper pieces of platter.

Even if deserved, there was never a sliver of imagination to conjure this—his kindness made no room for unbearable thoughts. 

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When the morning chores were completed without a word and, without complaint, you set off to the docks. With your new piece in tow, you trailed down the trodden path to a landscape filled with thatched roofs, until the hill steeped with long fisherman houses laden with crates of tackle and bait. 

“My, my, little miss! Seems fate and fortune have brought us to trade once again.” Johann raised his hands to indulge the sky, descending the boat ramp. “I take it you’re faring well, even after yesterday’s dire tribulations. Oh, you should have been there to witness it—Master Hiccup was positively vexed when he landed on my ship and requested for my immediate aid. Why, I had never seen him in such a state! Made me believe ‘twas a matter of life and death. Thank the stars it was not the latter of the two.”

This information did you no favors. It further troubled your features, tense and painted with dismal lines of fault. When strings of thankfulness for his help sprang from your lips, they resonated more as apologies. “I’m sorry—truly, I am. I hate to be more trouble than I’m worth.”

“Now, now, my dear. Let’s not sit idle in the past and wallow in it like a cold bath,” he dismissed it, beckoning you closer with his hands. “Let’s get on with business, shall we?”

“Of course.” You swallowed the hot lump in your throat, extending your tapestry.

“Absolutely remarkable,” Johann yammered on when he took the fabric. He twiddled with the coins in his hands before giving them to you. “This reminds me! Oh, you must listen to this. Whilst journeying from one trading dock to another, I came upon the most curious and wealthy buyer. So enraptured by your work, they were compelled for me to have a good word with you. They have offered quite an exuberant amount of coin for a commissioned piece, should you accept.”

“May I ask who this person is?” 

“The buyer has chosen to remain anonymous for the time being. I’m a respectable tradesman, and not inclined to give out customer details should it be personally requested of me not to do so. I assure you, I have a keen eye for scoundrels. This buyer is anything but.”

“It sounds like a gracious opportunity,” you trailed off, fiddling with the scant coins in your apron pocket. With someone of your luck, or rather misfortune, certain things were too good to be true. “May I think it over?”

“By all means,” Johann said. “We’ll remain in touch. I shall send a letter by mail tomorrow and eagerly wait for your response.”

A response would have to wait. Your mind wandered to the more pressing matters of keeping yourself in your young master’s good graces. How could you think of anything else when your conscience pricked at you insistently? There was only one remedy for this, and it was a whimsied gesture from childhood—surely, he would remember the meaning.

Picking up your feet, you scampered upward from the spindly dirt paths to pebbled roads. With allowance in hand, you passed through the open market, pinching your way to purchase the sweetest apple from a cart. You paid no mind to a flock of young women whispering curiously about you. The business of gossip would exist whether or not you gave credit to it. There wasn’t a need to give the webs spinning from their mouths any attention. You imagined being a curious fly was very tiresome. 

You came up to the Blacksmith, clanking with sounds of clashing metal, and pluming with smoke from the forge. From the open stall window, you rapped against the wood. When nothing but hammer to iron responded, you insisted with more egregious thumping. “Get outta the way, Grump!” A guttural curse or two struck the air. After a stumbling moment, Gobber’s rotund frame hobbled to view.

“Quit ye’r knockin’, I’ll be right there.” Gobber poked his eyebrows up at your small face peeking through the window. He cleared the indignation from his throat. “Sorry, lass. Didn’t expect ye’w of all people to stop by. What can I do for ya’h?” 

With a woeful face, you placed the apple on the counter. 

“The ol’ apology apple, eh?” He said with a scratch of his furrowed brow. “Can’t say I understand it myself, but the two of ye’w always had a way of managing. I’ll be sure ta’h give it to the lad when I see ‘em.” 

“Thank you ever so much.” You dipped your chin, turning to take leave.

“Hiccup’ll forgive ya’h,” he called out with sympathy. “Always does.”

Hope fluttered your heart, and you thanked the man twice over. 

Whisking back to the Haddock Residence, you took out your nerves in the form of extra sweeping and dusting. You did so until you were choking on the splinters raised from the floorboards. With your habit of carrying on with meaningless distractions, you hadn’t noticed the afternoon light spilling from the open window. You lamented on the time and hurried to simmer a pot of stew over the kindling hearth. 

A wind danced inside, grazing the back of your neck. A delicate reminder to shut the window before the cool of night waltzed in unannounced. 

You turned and spotted a sheen of red gleaming by sunset hue on the sill. When you went to greet it, you picked up the plump portion of a half eaten apple. You pressed a smile to the remaining flesh of it. Taking your own bite, you sighed against the burst of sweetness. The taste of licorice no longer soured your lips.

You leaned into the cheerful air, enriched with slopes of green and spiced with a dusky glow.  And as if the breeze could carry words, you spoke:

“I’m glad we’re still friends.” 

Reconciliation was a word you hadn’t thought of tasting so sweet.

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Somethings Off About That Boy… (Part 1)

Hiccup x GN!Reader

Summary: Hiccup has always been weird but lately he’s been acting… weirder than usual. What could he be hiding? Maybe you should try to find out on your own. Who knows, maybe he’s just going to the woods to make weird outfits.

(You more or less take Astrid’s place when figuring out why he’s acting so strange. There is a bit of a twist as the story goes on.)

Warning: Hasn’t been proofread.

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“Hiccup? Hiccup are you here?” You shouted into what now seemed like a motionless forge. You had just wanted to take a quiet walk in the brisk night air that often came at nightfall in Berk. However, while you were out for this walk you noticed a large figure clambering its way into the forge where your awkward friend Hiccup worked. You usually aren't one to pry but you knew for a fact your friend was much smaller than the figure that had entered the workshop. You couldn't help but want to make sure that everything was okay so you made your way over.

“Hiccup?” You called out again, “I could’ve sworn I saw someone come in here…” You muttered to yourself. Just as you were about to reach out for the panels on the doors, a young boy just around your age came flying out, slamming the doors right back behind him.

“Hey! Uh- hey…” He tried to cover up his overly enthusiastic greeting with a much… lower toned one. The young boy just so happened to be the one person you were looking for. “What- uh… What are you doing here so late?” He asked, stumbling over his words as he rested his head on his arm in a very unnatural manner which began to set off some alarm bells in your head.

“I was just taking a walk and I saw something… much bigger than you, walk into the forge.” You said, trying to non-discreetly move your head around him as if you would be able to catch a glimpse of whatever was just beyond those shutters. Hiccup laughed, moving his head in the way of your view, he averted his gaze in an almost joking manner as if to laugh it off.

“The shadows were probably just playing with your mind and all, you know what a lack of sleep can do.” He tried to joke, but clearly you weren’t being swayed.

“Hiccup, what are you hiding?” You asked, crossing your arms in front of you. You knew the kid to be one to act weird, but never this weird. This was a stretch even for him.

“Me? Hiding something? I’d never hide anything.” He said, but just as he began to search for an excuse to give you, something began to tug on his odd garment that you hadn’t noticed until just then.

“Don’t mind this, uh, just an upset stomach.” He said, looking back up at you as if it would convince you. Obviously you could clearly tell this wasn’t the case just as anyone on Berk would be able to gather.

Well that is, anyone except Ruff and Tuff… that would take them a moment to figure out.

As you stared at him, waiting for him to answer he continued to get tugged and pulled before finally being lifted up off the ground. That was the last sign you needed before you began to walk towards the boy, about to reach out and grab him.

“Uh, it was great talking with you but I have to go now, seeyoulaterbye!” He scrambled before being pulled through the doors and before you could even begin to process what had fully happened, he was gone.

“What in the gods name?” Was all you could mutter as you thought through the encounter again in your head. You wanted to bring it up to him tomorrow, you weren't stupid enough to expect him to give you a straight answer though, you knew him better than that.

“Gobber, do you know where Hiccup is?” You asked the one handed man who was in the process of changing his hand from a hammer to his usually wooden one.

“Nope, sorry, not today. You know him, never in the same spot for long.” He said, shrugging before going back to work on one of the many weapons he had in store. “Why? What trouble is he in now?” He asked as if it was a daily occurrence, which in fairness, it was.

“He’s not in any trouble… just.” You paused for a moment while you began to think. “He was just acting really strange.”

“Hiccup? Acting strange? Now there’s a shocker.” Gobber responded sarcastically, not giving you his full attention but the fact he was responding was enough for you. You laughed a bit in response before letting out a drawn out sigh.

“Well, I guess I’ll go find him. Thanks Gobber.” You said, turning away from the stall.

“Any time, oh and uh, if you find him, remind him he has some swords to sharpen when he gets back.” You snickered and nodded before giving him a final waving and heading off.

For the past few weeks you had noticed that Hiccup always ran off into woods after training. So the only way to find him would be to follow him one of these days.

Today was going to be that day.

After talking to Gobber you waited until the next day to work out your plan.

You waited for dragon training to finish, just behind one of the gates, casually leaning on the side as if you were supposed to be there. Hiccup for some reason left as soon as he could after dragon training. He does some strange move, the dragon drops, he says a, “Welp, Gotta go bye!” And he’s gone.

You knew you weren’t the only one confused by this, but you were going to be the first one to figure out what was so important that he couldn’t tell anyone about.

You were a bit lost in thought, staring out at the surprisingly clear skies over Berk, wondering if you’d ever see Berk change. This Viking village has seldom changed over the course of the several generations that lived here. While you were proud to be a Berkian, other than the frequent dragon attacks life got a bit stale.

As you continued to think, you almost failed to notice Hiccup start to awkwardly speed walk past you. That’s when your plan sprung into action, you’d just follow a few meters behind him, making sure he didn’t notice you were there. On the off chance he looked at you, you’d just… hop behind whatever cover you could find.

The plan is foolproof what could go wrong!

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Hello im so glad it’s open. Hiccup x reader when the reader is afraid of dragon and she is a Viking that try to not to be vulnerable and strong but hiccup could see right trough her. Sort of enemy to lovers (reader mostly) and the end Toothlees love her.

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Hiccup is returning from a wild dragon ride through the clouds when he realizes that he might finally know the secret of the bravest Viking Berk has ever seen.

It’s not like he’s the first one who’s tried to parse out the details of Y/N L/N. There’s hardly a soul in the village who hasn’t. Y/N has been the strongest of the strong, the fastest of the fast, ever since she started training. Everyone their age either wants to be her or beat her, and neither option is remotely reasonable.

Hiccup is no stranger to Y/N’s reputation. How could he not? She started training to fight dragons a year early, purely because it was so obvious she would be an asset to Berk that the elders couldn’t wait to put her out there. She’s been saving lives since she was small. Hiccup wouldn’t be surprised if her first words as a child were a rallying call to arms.

Courage inspires courage, but it’s impossible to see someone that naturally good at everything without trying to find some chink in the armor, a way, no matter how miniscule, to prove that they’re still human. Still like you. But no matter how hard people search, Y/N still seems relentlessly, impossibly perfect. Sure, she has her off days, just like anyone else, but she’s so good that it doesn’t even seem to matter. There has to be something off, but no one else can figure it out.

Except Hiccup, maybe. Probably not, but maybe. Hiccup’s no stranger to the maybes of the world. He’s proven quite a lot of them in his time. Maybe Hiccup, skinny, clumsy Hiccup, could manage to do well in the dragon fighting classes. Maybe he could save Berk from threats. Maybe he could do a decent job of governing a tumultuous group of Vikings on one of the most inhabitable rocks known to man. And maybe, just maybe, he could find the loophole in Y/N L/N’s otherwise flawless streak of victories.

Hiccup only gets the idea when he’s touching down from another dizzying flight. No matter how many times he and Toothless take to the skies, it never gets old. Somehow, each and every time Hiccup and his dragon leave the world behind, chase the stars, shoot the breeze, it feels like Hiccup’s very first time up in the air. The majesty never leaves him.

And so Hiccup was very reluctantly starting to plan out his landing when he saw Y/N below him. Ax in hand, she was probably coming back from yet another round in the training grounds, and judging by the cocky grin on her face, she’d probably been very triumphant yet again. She had a victorious bounce to her step, and as she headed back to her house, it seemed as if nothing could happen to break the young woman’s stride.

Nothing, that is, until Toothless swooped in low from the side, casting his shadow upon the ground where Y/N walked. She had done her best to hide it, but Hiccup had seen it– an uncontrollable flinch, a quick jerk of her head towards the sky to assess the threat, and then, so foreign to him that Hiccup almost wondered if he had mistook another girl for Y/N, a spark of fear in her eyes.

Fear. In Y/N L/N. It made no sense. Hiccup has never known Y/N to be afraid. Not even when facing off against Vikings twice her height. It’s as if the word has simply never entered her vocabulary. Yet the memory of Y/N’s reaction to the arrival of Toothless is burned into Hiccup’s memory as if by a brand. Yes, there’s no doubt about it. Y/N was afraid.

This should mean nothing at all. Berk, although recently accustomed to think of dragons in friendlier terms, has been an enemy of the scaly fliers for as long as Hiccup can remember. A recent change in their mindset would not substantially change their long term memory, which firmly cements dragons as a dangerous enemy. Of course anyone would flinch upon seeing a dragon suddenly emerge from the clouds, especially a Night Fury.

But Y/N isn’t just anyone. Now that he comes to think of it, Y/N has been rather separate from the rest of Berk regarding her reaction to dragons descending upon the village. She has yet to adopt a dragon, claiming that she’d rather prove her skill as a Viking by herself instead of needing to depend on a dragon to do the work for her. And back before Hiccup even crossed paths with Toothless at all, he has memories of Y/N during her dragon training days, how she used to completely lock down her emotions, facing the dragons when required but never so much as looking at them unless she absolutely had to do so.

It couldn’t be, yet it is. The more Hiccup thinks about it, the more he’s certain it’s true. Y/N is afraid of dragons. Not just Hiccup’s dragon, all dragons. Hiccup feels a sudden rush of sympathy for the woman. Although she’s as proud and brave as any, being around the thing she fears the most day in and day out must be taking a toll on her spirits.

And so, although it’s probably a terrible decision, Hiccup makes up his mind to help her as best he can. They’ve never really been friends, in fact, quite the opposite; Y/N was in accordance with the typical Berk mindset that Hiccup was a nuisance since he didn’t quite think like the rest of the Vikings, and they’ve clashed over that ever since. However, Hiccup remembers quite painfully what it was like to fear what everyone else seemed to embrace, and it’s a nasty feeling. Y/N doesn’t deserve to suffer through that, even if their relationship hasn’t always been the sunniest.

True to form, Y/N is glaring at him from the moment she opens her door to find Hiccup smiling awkwardly at her from the front step. “What do you want?” She asks crossly, making it obvious that she has far better things to do than entertain him.

Hiccup grins weakly. “I think I can help you.”

Y/N raises a dubious brow, taking an obvious glance over Hiccup. “You do? With what, philosophy?”

Hiccup forces a chuckle. “Maybe some other time. No, I’m talking about your, ah, dragon problem.”

If there was any doubt in Hiccup’s mind that Y/N was really afraid of dragons, it is completely erased from the moment he brings up the subject. Immediately, her entire expression ices over, but even as her glare sharpens in value, he spots something bright behind her mask, something like fear. She really doesn’t want anyone figuring out, does she?

Y/N glances around quickly to make sure no one could have possibly overheard, then quickly jerks her chin towards the inside of her house. “Fine. Come in.”

Inwardly, Hiccup cheers. He wasn’t entirely certain that she wouldn’t do something drastic to protect her secret, like stab him in the back or shove him into the sea. He still runs the risk of being poisoned, but he figures he’s safe from that so long as he doesn’t eat or drink anything while he’s here.

Once they’re both sitting opposite each other across her wooden table, Y/N fixes him with a steely gaze. “Start talking. How did you know that I–”

Her voice trails off, but Hiccup can guess she’s talking about her fear of dragons. “I only figured it out recently, honest. I had no idea until just now. No one would guess.”

“Yeah, I try to keep it that way,” Y/N remarks dryly. “But you could tell?”

“You don’t like Toothless,” Hiccup explains. “And yeah, he is a Night Fury, and that takes a little while to get over, but most people in the village consider him an ally by now.”

“Except me,” Y/N supplies, glancing towards the table.

“Yeah,” Hiccup agrees. “Except you. Plus, the hesitance to get a dragon of your own.”

“No Viking should accept a dragon unless they can defend themselves!” Y/N argues. “Otherwise, you’ll leave yourself stranded in case something happens. It would be a monumentally stupid risk to take.”

“I feel like that’s a really targeted comment,” Hiccup complains, “but yeah, even with that argument, it made sense once I connected the dots. You’re afraid of dragons.”

Y/N’s eyes narrow. “Did you just come here to hold that over me? What is this, blackmail?”

Not a fan of the way she’s eyeing the carving knife near her place at the table, Hiccup hastily raises his hands, feigning surrender. “Hey. Hey. No blackmail. That wouldn’t be very, uh, Viking of me. Where’s the strength in that? And you know I’m all about strength. And courage. Lots of courage. In fact, that’s why I came here today. I want to help you get over your fear.”

Y/N looks at him doubtfully, but at least she’s stopped inching her hand towards the carving knife. “You want to help me.”

“Yeah,” Hiccup replies earnestly, “I do. It’s better for all of us if we don’t have to feel like we’re hiding things. So? Will you let me help you?”

Y/N stares at him for a long time. At last, she jerks her head up and down in a sharp nod and says, “I will.”

Hiccup claps his hands together excitedly before pushing away from the table. “Perfect. I already have a first lesson in mind.”

Y/N looks substantially less inclined to trust him when she realizes that her first lesson involves getting to know Toothless on a far more personal level. “I thought we were going to ease into this. Like talking about it or something.”

Hiccup shakes his head. They’re both walking through the forest, crunching leaves and stepping over fallen boughs on their way to meet up with the Night Fury. “Not a chance. You don’t gain anything from talking. Besides, I figured you’re the kind of person who likes action over sitting around.”

“I do when it doesn’t involve dragons,” Y/N mutters from somewhere behind him.

Hiccup just grins. “You’ll like Toothless if you give him a chance, honestly.”

They emerge into a clearing. Toothless is curled up in the center, soaking in the sunlight. Immediately, Y/N freezes behind him. Now that she doesn’t have to try and hide from him, Hiccup can see firsthand how bad her fear truly is. Y/N’s eyes are wide, and her breath seems caught in her throat. She seems unable to move a single step.

Hiccup comes back to her side. “Do you trust me?” He asks plainly.

“I think,” she whispers back, her eyes still firmly fixed on the resting dragon in front of her.

“That’s fine,” Hiccup tells her. “At least believe me when I say there’s absolutely no chance that I’d let you get hurt. It would look awful if a chieftain’s son got his best fighter killed by his own dragon, wouldn’t it? You know it’s my responsibility to lead Berk, do you really think I’d risk my popularity by getting you murdered?”

“I trust that,” she admits, and lets Hiccup lead her further into the clearing, until she’s right in front of the dragon.

Sensing visitors, Toothless pokes his head up, exhaling a soft snort from his nose. Y/N flinches back from the movement, but to her credit, she doesn’t try to run.

“This is Y/N,” Hiccup tells Toothless. “You two are going to get to know each other, alright?”

Toothless regards Y/N with faint curiosity. Hiccup reaches out and presses a quiet hand to the dragon’s snout. “Now it’s your turn, alright?” He tells Y/N.

Y/N shakes her head quietly. “There’s no way I’m touching the dragon.”

“He’s not going to hurt you,” Hiccup promises. “Come on, we’ll do it together.”

He takes his hand away from Toothless’ snout and presses his palm against the top of Y/N’s hand. Slowly, carefully, he moves their hands together until they’re both resting against Toothless’ snout. Y/N breathes out once, a great sigh, but doesn’t move. Carefully, Hiccup takes his hand away, and then it’s just Y/N and the dragon. Toothless leans slightly forward into the touch. Hiccup waits for something to happen, for Y/N to flinch away again or give in to her fear, but instead, a shaky smile crosses her face.

“He’s nice,” she says.

Hiccup pulls a face. “He’s only trying to impress you.”

Even his feigned irritation can’t last for long. At the sight of the quiet joy on Y/N’s face, Hiccup can’t help but smile as well.

“What’s my next lesson?” Y/N asks.

“Flying,” Hiccup says. “Do you feel ready for that?”

Y/N glances back towards him, a cross look on her face. “I’m a Viking. I’m ready for anything.”

She laughs, though, and so does he. “I was hoping you’d say that.”

Hiccup climbs onto Toothless, then extends a hand to help Y/N up as well. Toothless, to his credit, is quite gentle when going airborne, although Y/N still holds tight onto Hiccup just in case. He’s not sure that he minds, though. She doesn’t, either, because she keeps holding onto him, even after the flying turns smooth, even after the colors around them flit from saturation to saturation, as clouds frost their vision and the air grows cold from height.

“I’ve changed my mind,” Y/N announces as they soar over the sea. “Nothing about this is scary. I can’t believe I waited this long to figure that out.”

“It grows on you, doesn’t it?” Hiccup remarks. “All of a sudden, it’s the only thing you want to do.”

“Yeah,” Y/N says. “Exactly like that.”

When he looks back at her, Y/N’s expression is soft and sweet. He doesn’t think he’s ever seen her like this, unafraid to be vulnerable, to let her real self shine through. 

“Thanks for helping me,” she says quietly.

“Any time,” Hiccup promises, and he realizes he means it.

She smiles. “You have to be careful, I might take you up on that offer.”

Hiccup meets her gaze, and finds nothing but happiness there. “I’m looking forward to it.”

Below them, the waves surge, and the birds swoop. They fly on forever.

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[kiwihrt]

please wake up ; h.h.

𓂃 ⋆ 𓈒 masterlist

summary. instead of stoick dying after toothless is under the bewilderbeasts control, you, hiccup's younger sister, are almost hit, resulting in tears and desperation.

pairing. hiccup haddock x sister!reader

genre. angst, hurt/comfort, platonic.

word count. 2.8k

warnings. for plot reasons, valka was taken by cloudjumper when hiccup was 4 and you were a baby, near death experiences, violence, lots of angst.

✐ i couldn’t find the original post for the gif (i found it on pinterest, reposted), but the username is in the top left corner of the gif ^^

The amount of fear that ran through Hiccup when Drago yelled out his bone chilling scream, waving his staff around in the air… it was immeasurable. The aggression that the throaty sound held in it sent a chill down Hiccup’s spine. He knew at that moment, that he was in serious trouble.

The ground shook with each step that the bewilderbeast took towards them, and rather than the calm awe and serenity that Hiccup felt when he met his mothers bewilderbeast, looking into the eyes of this one made him feel a fear that he couldn’t get rid of.

“No dragon can resist the alpha’s command.” Drago said lowly, his voice scratching its way out of his throat. “So, he who controls the alpha, controls them all.”

A hint of rage settled in Hiccups veins as Drago spoke, pointing his staff towards Toothless.

The rage nearly dissipated, a low sound emitting throughout snow and ice covered land. The sound came from the bewilderbeast, it’s pupils narrowed at Toothless. Toothless began shaking his head, making a noise of discomfort. “Toothless?” Hiccup said worriedly.

Toothless continued to whimper, shaking his head around. “T-toothless, you okay, bud? What’s going on?” But all of the words leaving Hiccups mouth did nothing.

Drago’s voice sounded again. “Witness true strength. The strength of will over others.” Drago was holding up his staff again, the pointed end pointing to Toothless, who suddenly rose, ever so still. “In the face of it… you are nothing.”

When Hiccup realized he was now looking at the end of the staff, it being pointed directly at his chest, he knew that trouble was arising. Toothless slowly turned towards him, pupils as narrow as the bewilderbeast’s were. “Uh,” Hiccup slowly backed away from his dragon, “What did he just tell you?”

Toothless got low to the ground, snarling as he slowly crept over towards his rider, who kept backing away. “Toothless, come on. What’s the matter with you?” He felt the desperation begin to tear at his heart, knowing that there was almost nothing he could do. And sudden moves or sounds could result in the controlled Toothless to pounce on him, resulting in his demise. Even if Hiccup could get a hit in, how much would that break his heart? Would he be able to hurt his best friend?

“No, no, no, no. Come on. What are you doing? Knock it off.” Hiccup knew he was being backed up into ice, and soon he would have no where to go. “Stop!” He yelled out, “snap out of it!” But the attempt was useless, as Toothless kept his slow, creeping pace.

The world around his became almost meaningless. It was just him, Toothless, and mountains of ice trapping him in. “Toothless, no! Toothless.”

Toothless hissed, preparing to launch a heated breath of fire at him, and he felt his heart drop. “Don’t!”

He almost didn’t hear the broken cry of his name being shouted, his eyes remaining on Toothless’ sharp ones. “Stop!”

“Hiccup!” The voice shouted again, and with wide eyes, he looked, and his heart sunk further. You were running right towards him, determination and fear in your eyes. The painful realization of what you were doing came all too quick, and his fear that was once reserved for himself was now almost entirely for you. “Y/n! No!”

But it was too late, you were right next to him, and then crashing into him. Hiccup slid across the snow covered ground, gasping in fear of what he’d see when he looked at you.

He looked just in time to see the blast of fire miss you—just in time to see it hit the ice behind you, breaking a peace of it off as it came crashing down onto you.

“No!”

He startled himself with the cry that left his lips. The world around him faded out again. It was only you, him, and his shallow breaths. “No…” He said again, the disbelief strong in his tone. This couldn’t be happening.

He ran over to you, feeling like he was going to collapse. He was by your side in seconds—he was by your side and there you were, covered in shards of teal-blue ice. Your eyes were shut; your breathing was barely there. He feared every one of your breaths would be your last.

He groaned as he pushed the ice off of you, piece by piece. As each shard slid off, an already growing bruise was left in its wake wherever your skin was visible.

The despair was crushing him; engulfing him; making a home into his heart that was sinking even further as it buried itself into the ever so cold snow beneath him. He grabbed and pulled at your left arm, pulling you off of your side and onto your back. “Y/n!”

Hiccup hardly paid attention to his mother dropping by his side, and his father close behind her. Your breaths were still so shallow.

“Y/n… Oh, my Gods.” His breath caught in his throat, and he faintly felt his mothers hand rest on his shoulder. For the better of his own sanity, he pressed to fingers to your neck, sighing in relief at the slow and weak feeling of your heartbeat beneath his fingers. It wasn’t much, but it was something.

“Wake up… please wake up.” He ignored every sound around him, including the sound of his friends arriving to the scene. He couldn’t help but to wrap his arms around you, being ever so careful and gentle with your injured form. He felt like he had already lost you, the thought making tears roll down his face. He couldn’t believe that you had gotten hurt instead of him: the target.

You—the younger sister who came into his life when he was just 4 years old. The sister who listened to him when everyone turned a blind eye and pretended like he didn’t exist. You were always there, and as he held you close, he couldn’t get rid of the fear that soon you would be here no longer.

All of his attention was on you, until he heard a low coo from his very own dragon: the dragon who did this.

As Toothless’ snout brushed up against your hand, he couldn’t help the anger that enveloped him. Deep down he knew it wasn’t Toothless’ fault, but something else told him he needed something to be angry at. After seeing the way Toothless’ had unknowingly injured you, his emotions got the best of him. “No! Get away from her!” Hiccup harshly shoved Toothless away, feeling guilt at the way his dragon whined in response, but Hiccup was spiralling.

He stood to his feet, looking down at Toothless. “Go on! Get out of here!”

Toothless took a small step forward, his eyes holding sadness at being shouted at, but Hiccup shouted again. “Get away!”

Hiccup was a mix of emotions as Toothless coward away and ran off.

“It’s not his fault.” Valka said softly, her sadness making her voice wobble only slightly. “You know that.”

And Hiccup did know that. He fell to his knees again, fresh tears rolling down his face as he looked at you. Your eyes were still closed.

The bewilderbeast roared out, but Hiccup almost didn’t hear it as his mother spoke. “Good dragons under the control of bad people… do bad things.”

“Come on!” Hiccup heard someone shout, along with the sound of Toothless whimpering. He looked up, and Drago was riding a once again controlled Toothless, leading him away. “Gather the men and meet me at Berk!”

Hiccup felt an urgency rush through him, and he jumped up onto his feet. “Toothless!” He cried out to him, but Valka held him back. He felt useless as the alpha roared out, and Drago’s men prepared to leave the island.

He couldn’t help but to continue to cry. He just lost his best friend, and he looked down at you, worried that he would lose another. He dropped down beside you again, feeling like the entire world was against him. He felt lost and scared. He couldn’t lose you. He doesn’t know what he’d do without you.

“Hiccup…” Stoick said from behind him. Hiccup could already picture the look on his face based of the sadness in his voice.

“No, Dad.” Why were they acting like you were already dead? You just had to wake up.

As the tears kept falling down his cheeks, his friends backed away and watched from a good distance, as he needed his space. His parents stayed close behind him.

“We have to— we have to do something. Why isn’t anyone doing anything? My sister is dying and you’re all just standing around waiting for—“ Waiting for her to die.

“Hiccup,” Gobber said softly, a pained sigh leaving the man’s lips, “there’s not much we can do, right now. Not here. Back home, maybe things would be better. But we don’t have our dragons to get there, Hiccup.”

Hiccup remained looking at you, still. “So, why are you all acting like you don’t care?” Maybe that was harsh, but he was still spiralling.

“Hiccup, of course we care.” When Astrid spoke, Hiccup looked at her and found a world of sadness in her eyes. Maybe she was worried for you; maybe she felt guilt and pity for him; maybe it was both. The the look in her eyes made him feel less alone.

Hiccup was silent for a few moments, and then, “There’s nothing we can do?” He chose to ignore the way his voice cracked with emotion.

His father sighed, and removed his helmet, holding it to his chest. “Nothing we can do but pray that she wakes up.”

Hiccup inhaled deeply. “I need a second alone with her.”

He didn’t receive a response, he only heard the sound of footsteps slowly backing away.

With a shaking hand, he took your hand into his, watching a teardrop fall down and land on your fingertip. The desperation in him had been making a slow incline, and he wasn’t sure how much of this he could take.

“You have to wake up.” He whispered, falling back down to wrap an arm around you. “Come on. Wake up.”

But as your breathing remained slow, he felt the tears roll down a little faster, and he couldn’t help the sob that slipped past his lips. “Wake up. Come on, what are you doing? Get up…”

A hitch in your breath.

As the sound reaches his ears, and he feels the pattern of your breath change for only a moment, his head snaps up. Your face is neutral, a scrape and bruise on your right cheekbone.

“Y/n?…”

He’s filled with a sense of hope, and just as it feels like it was a trick of his mind, your breath catches again, and your brows move the smallest amount.

“Oh, my Gods.” Hiccup breathes out. “Y/n? Hey… wake up, come on.”

Your eyes began to flutter open and it’s like Hiccup and finally breathe again. He leans forward so that you see him, and your eyes meet his. “Hiccup?”

Hiccup laughs, light and airy, and nods. “Yeah, I’m here. You’re okay.

Your face scrunches up a little as you become aware of the pain running across your skin. Hiccup notices and a slight frown lands on his face.

Your hand squeezes his, “I’m glad you’re okay, Hiccup.”

Hiccup can’t help the shock that runs through him. “You’re glad I’m okay? I’m glad you’re okay…” he then sighs, thinking about how he nearly lost you. The ache in his heart was still there, like a poison latching onto him, killing him slowly. He couldn’t believe how close to death you had gotten. “I thought I was gonna lose you.”

And then he was hugging you again, being as gentle as possible. He felt you wrap an arm around his back, but he could tell that by the way your arm was shaking, it was taking more of a toll on you than you’d like to admit. Hiccup pulled back. “Don’t strain yourself.”

Your eyes were still only about half open and he wouldn’t be surprised if you passed out soon. “Don’t worry, you’re gonna be fine. I promise.”

But his words could only be heard so clearly as the world began to fade once again. It had taken so much of your energy to stay conscious as long as you did.

“No, no, no. Keep your eyes open, okay? Stay awake, stay awake— Dad!”

The last thing you saw was your brother and parents hovering over you, and then you were welcomed into a deep sleep once again.

⿻

The rest of the day went by so fast, yet so slow. Hiccup felt pride for him and Toothless—who he had since forgiven and apologized to—for being able to fight against Drago and the alpha. After this, it was clear that Toothless had earned his place as the alpha. However, as all of this had been happening, you were the only thing on Hiccup’s mind. He was fighting for everyone, and most importantly to avenge you. This was Drago’s fault—all of this. Hiccup had to do something about it, and he did.

It was likely clear how much he was worrying for you, because not long after the bewilderbeast had dove into the water, taking Drago with him, his mother was at his side. He knew from the look on her face alone that she was saying he should go to you. He didn’t waste a second.

He ran up to his house, passing by people cheering and shouting out of glee, and he pushed open his front door and ran straight to your room. There you were, under the care of Gothi, tucked into your bed and bandaged wherever needed. It was honestly a wonder that they were even able to get you to Berk while you were unconscious, but they managed. Hiccup was just glad to see you now, alive and breathing.

Gothi nodded at him, making her way out of the room. Hiccup remained still for a moment, looking down at you. It pained him to see you like this.

Eventually he sat on the edge of the bed, and looked down at his hands. He felt so guilty about you getting hurt. It felt like it was his fault, somehow. You had jumped to save him, and this is where it brought the both of you. Surely, he was partially at fault for this outcome.

“You’re not blamin’ yourself, are you?”

At the sound of your voice, Hiccup whipped his head around, eyes wide and burning with tears that haven’t even quite built up yet. “You’re awake.”

You nodded lightly, looking down at your bandaged and bruised body. You didn’t regret a thing you did.

“Why… did you do that?” Hiccup started slowly. He didn’t expect this to be what he decided to talk about, but he got to thinking and his mouth was moving before he even realized it. “I mean… save me—“ He took a deep breath, brows furrowing at the topic at hand.

“What else did you want me to do?” You said. You sounded determined, strangely enough.

“I—“

“I couldn’t just… stand there.”

“I wanted you to.”

You sighed this time. “And what? Watch you die? You could’ve.”

Hiccup saw tears begin to form in your own eyes, and he somewhat felt bad for bringing this up right now. “You could’ve, too.”

“I know.” You stated. There was a brief pause as you both collected your thoughts. You didn’t want to argue about this. Neither of you wanted to make anger out of grieving for someone who hadn’t even died. “I care about you, Hiccup. You looked just as scared as I felt. Even if you don’t want to admit it. I don’t know what I would’ve done with myself if you got hurt, or worse. I love you, but I’m not sorry for what I did. I’d rather be hurt than you be hurt instead.”

Hiccup gazed down at you and realized in that moment that you were just like any other Haddock—stubborn as hell. Hiccup and his father were some of the most stubborn people on Berk, if not the most stubborn, and he wouldn’t be surprised that if he got to know his mother a little more, she would turn out to be the same.

Having such a quality can be unbearable at times, but it made for some pretty promising trust with the people you love.

“Well,” Hiccup broke into a smile, chuckling lightly. “I would do the same for you.”

You laughed softly. “I’d hope so.”

Hiccup was shocked when you started pushing yourself up on the bed all of a sudden. “Hey, woah, woah, woah. What are you doing?”

“Relax. I know my limits.” You snickered, and then winced. All of a sudden your arms were around Hiccup and Hiccup wasn’t sure if it was the stupidest or sweetest thing you’ve ever done. Probably both.

Hiccup hugged you back, his eyes closing as it felt like the day was finally calming down. “Don’t ever do anything like that again.”

An amused scoff, and then, “no promises.”

Definitely a Haddock.

@ sakufilms

[retold-tales]

A Second Nightfury

Hiccup Haddock x Rider Reader

Summary: based on this post

I remember the first time I met Y/N, the dragon rider. It was a quiet evening, and Toothless and I were out for a leisurely flight when we stumbled upon her feeding her Night Fury.

She looked like she belonged in the wilderness, with her unkempt hair and fierce expression.

When I landed to talk to her, she launched herself at me, knocking me over. She demanded to know who I was and why I was on her territory.

I was taken aback by her ferocity, but I managed to stammer out my name and that I was the chief of Berk.

At first, I was shy around her. She was so different from the people I was used to being around.

But, as we talked, I found myself opening up to her. She was funny and clever, and she had a deep love for her dragon.

I invited her to Berk, hoping that she would join us. But, she hesitated. She had grown used to her solitude and was wary of joining a group of people she didn't know.

It took some convincing, but she finally agreed to visit Berk. And, once she was there, she blended in seamlessly.

Her bond with her Night Fury, combined with her natural affinity for dragons, made her a valuable addition to our community.

Looking back, I can hardly believe that we met by chance like that. But, I'm glad we did. Y/N has become one of my dearest friends and something more, and I couldn't imagine Berk without her.

And now as I smile at her as she reads to our first child who lays his head against her bulging belly which is filled with twins and Toothless and d/n cuddle by the fireplace with their two babies playing fighting.

I couldn't ask for more.

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[oncewhenalongtimeago]

Do you do requests? If not u can ignore this. Do u know how people say that a hero would save the world over u, when a villain would save u? That w Hiccup. Like Hiccup having to choose between saving y/n or others and he doesn’t choose y/n and then believes she’s dead. That would be the final straw for her and she would eventually start a relationship w the dragon hunters.

Can u tell I love angst😭

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Pairing: Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III x Fem!Villain!Reader

Words: 2328

The gentle brush of fingertips as they slip apart, the pounding of blood as his heart falls out of your grasp. Those are feelings you are familiar with. Your relationship is one made up of meanings searched for where they are not, a deep care uprooted by a raging current and a single, meaningful mistake.

Tags: Angst, fem!reader, heartbreak, villain reader, unresolved insecurity, anger, canon divergent, first part?, suggestive content, RTTE, Httyd 2, 'Always the Angel, Never the God' adjacent

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He knew before she did. You knew just as long as him. It wasn’t the kind of thing you or anyone else talked about, really, not to anyone but your parents and your true meant-to-be. But it was there. And you knew for the longest time that they were meant for eachother.

You didn’t know that it would have ever ended. Yet somehow, supposedly, it did. You still felt like an outlier, though. Your heart was his for so long that to see them together felt like a betrayal, and to be with him now felt like a betrayal of that.

You saw the look in his eyes, you watched them treat each other so familiarly, watched the others close in around them, perhaps looking to share in the joyful atmosphere, knowing that should you step into the light, the moment would be ruined.

You stepped away from the half open door, back into the darkness of the cabin, wondering how they could be so happy together even after the raid, a skirmish so tough and violent with some new dragon hunters from outside the area, unlike any of the ones you’d dealt with before. 

There was true love, romantic love and meant-to-be love.

Brown armor, red shirt, green eyes. Hands held gently, preciously out for your own.  

For the longest time, you didn’t have a love, true or meant-to-be. Well, you had a love that was certain to be true, but wrong in that it was made for someone who’d already given his heart to another. A heart that he’d, supposedly, taken back.

Now, you wondered what sort of love he held for you.

You made to reach out, but instead you turned away, missing the look of hurt you knew you would be there. You couldn’t, not with any of the others around. 

You didn’t miss the hushed conversation, carried on just the same as it was earlier but in lower tones, the small looks shared between them, the unsaid idea that maybe you just weren’t right. That you were a bad pair.

You knew what would greet you if you looked back; the hurt in his eyes, the loose brows, the slight disappointed tilt of his lips. 

You furrowed your brows. You let him down again. 

But it didn’t feel right, to love and share love, especially with her so closely there. With the ghost of them ever so present. It filled you with shame.

There was no bitterness held, only guilt born from many nights spent awake condemning yourself for your yearning. It was something you’d long since accepted was meant only for the dark of night, when no one else was awake enough to hear your heart flutter.

You still felt as if he was hers, that you were encroaching on something you weren’t supposed to have. It was a messy situation. They ended amicably, you’d been feeling terribly for a long, long time. You wondered if the feeling, the bone-deep hate for yourself, would ever go away, like you’d dreamed.

You had to stop and wonder when Hiccup the Useless became Hiccup and Useless. 

You buried your head into your knees, tired of staring out over the windy clifftop. No number of waves or gusts of wind could brush away your troubles.

You didn’t even miss Berk. You didn’t have a reason to go, nor one to stay. Just a floater, tethered only just so by the tattered, frayed strings of your own heart.

He was sitting next to you, a silent question on his lips, left unsaid but just as clearly heard.

You couldn’t forget how lonely you were, then and before, after he left you. A friend, somehow still physically so close and yet so far out of your reach. How quickly you were othered, how quickly you were labeled a pitiful tag-on. No amount of love, hidden nor shared, could ever make up for that.

Something tense was in the air between the two of you. You refused to give it a name, though you knew what it was just as well. It felt like the end. It felt like a new, terrible beginning. It felt like the heaviness in your gut and the slight burning of your eyes caused by the thin spray.

 Your touching fingertips became more as you clutched his hand, squeezing it.

You’d always been the confidant. To have the position switched was odd, unfamiliar. Hiccup was gawky and unsure in your boots. To have your troubles laid out between the two of you, of which there were many, disturbed you. The idea felt like a violation. 

So, without the words to speak them, you worked around. You found words you could speak, parts of some that were difficult and some that weren’t and strung them together like the split stems of flowers into a very nearly presentable crown.

You turned to your right, looked at him pleadingly, though you weren’t sure what you were pleading for. Nothing, everything at once, not to leave you behind, not to make you stay.

“Hiccup,” You stared hoarsely, hesitantly. It was silly, it was stupid saying it aloud. He wouldn’t, he couldn’t. He never would. 

Truly, you had only one question.

“Do you love me?” You asked. He looked confused, startled.

You leaned closer. You couldn’t tell which way he moved, if he moved at all. You imagined he moved away. He waited.

He looked at you expectantly. Unsurely. Why weren’t you moving closer? 

You’d never loved or been loved in any sort of way which mattered. The fact that you hadn’t felt like a burden, somehow just another reason as to why you weren’t deserving. An onerous boon that you just wanted to be rid of.

You didn’t know what to do. You didn’t know if you could.

He knew what was supposed to happen next. He’d experienced it; done it and had it done many times over. You hadn’t.

You two hadn’t been that close yet, not at all, not physically. This was not a boundary the two of you had yet crossed. You shared nothing more than a few mumbled words into the neck, a few shared words in your nook, a tight embrace and hands held loosely in the quiet darkness of the night. Promises, dedications. No actions.

The others knew about it, though. They heard the declaration, quiet and uttered as if it was just a casual thing. For him it was. You said nothing.

How could you?

You hesitated, waiting for an answer. Your lips twitched. Your eyes burned, stronger then. You shook your head and dropped his hand, which he let fall to the wayside. Using your hands and the floor, you pushed away.

As always, you couldn’t bear it. He waited for you, just as you didn’t want to be someone to wait for. You wanted to already have it. You wanted back the years you spent wasting away, coveted back the years you spent watching him give what you desperately needed so casually to another.

You stood, then.

It was a surprise when the two of you came together. No one had expected it. It seemed off, out of place. You weren’t sure Hiccup himself had, drifting in the spaces left between after he and her had split paths. 

You turned. You held your elbows and hunched your shoulders, turning your back to him and pushing against the wind, which though was light, felt all of the sudden as if it was way too much.

You weren’t sure he meant it. Whether or not this was real or something he’d just fallen into as per convenience.

 You did. You meant it. He was your true, he was your romantic.

What kind of love do you hold for me?

You knew the answer, plain and simple.

None. None at all.

You stood in the darkness of your cabin. Your windows were blocked, though you didn’t need the light. You’d been in for a while, you were used to it.

You’d exhausted your usual time-taking avenues, left with nothing but maintenance; folding, organizing, sorting. 

It was awkward. Since the clifftop, the two of you were distant. You didn’t avoid each other, but you also didn’t speak. It was a miracle that nothing had happened yet to force the two of you together.

You were beginning to believe that was the end of your relationship. You were having a hard time accepting it, though the feeling was creeping into your heart slowly and you were beginning to feel empty.

You didn’t flinch as the door to your cabin opened, creaking, though you winced as you turned back towards the light, started as he came up, pressing you against the wall.

Your lips met. 

It was not rough, more just so. It unbalanced you all the same.

He was unsure, nervous. Clumsy. But it was strong. But it was meaningful. But you could tell he meant it. 

You molded into his shape just as he molded into yours. Hesitantly, unsurely,  you responded. He was gentle enough to guide you.

Once again, you asked, though not so much in words as actions; Do you love me?

And this time, he responded. Your heart bloomed. Not violently, not roughly, just so, enough for a shining pink petal to crest the green sepal.

Yes. Yes, I do love you.

You were light, you were fervent, you were free. You believed him.

The same hunters from before. The lot of you had gotten captured. You were too distressed to remember if it had been your fault. There were rocks sharpened to a point below you, gray skies and windy, stormy seas rushing tumultuously below.

You were far from the Edge. In unfamiliar territory. Any allies unaware and absent. The dragons, trapped in cages long behind you.

Hunters were sailing away behind you. It was a victory, however it was also one that came with a terrible price. Something had been set off, violently at that, throwing you off the edge of the cliff face, destabilizing the cage held by a chain pinned to the rock above by a thin  steel nail.

“Hiccup,” You pleaded, breathlessly as your body struggled to keep up with your weight, with the rope  and chains tied around your ankle,  “H-elp.”

I need you.

“Just- hold on, the others-” He crouched, glancing frantically between you and the others handing caged off the side. Their chains were thin, yours were thicker though both were just as equally dangerous.

Please, I need you now.

You jerked back as another rope snapped. Unheard by his ears, drowned out by the raucous waves below and by the rattling of empty cages, pushed around in the air. Unseen as his eyes trained on the others. 

Hiccup didn’t see, eyes trained elsewhere. There was no time to waste. After all, if he helped you up, in the time that took, they might fall. They would fall.

“Hiccup!” Astrid shouted. Snotlout shouted. You remembered how they looked before you’re been knocked off. Fishlegs panicking, mumbling to himself zealously, distress projected clearly for all to see. Ruffnut and Tuffnut yelled mindlessly into the air, a waning battlecry as the island deteriorated around you

Somehow, in between terror, in between the pain of your ankle as it threatened to snap and the taut muscle of your arms, a grim doom began to worm and thrash and coil in your gut.

“I’m not- I’m not going to make it,” You said desperately, voice crackling, face crunching as tears began to spill over the edge, shoulders straining, holding on just barely. 

 “Please, there’s-Just, cut me loose-” You prayed, to whichever god was out there, he still had his knife. That he had something sharp. You were going to die.

You could tell he was stressed, overwhelmed, just as panicked. He shifted restlessly, stiffly, perhaps a million times in the last minute. Noise built up in his throat as he spoke but you were unable to hear clearly as your ears filled with buzzing. You tried to speak, but you couldn’t hear your own voice, too breathless and strained to make a sound.

You watched his eyes flicker, you saw the soot on his face and each strand of his hair as it waved in great detail, your world slowing down to a halt.

He stopped. You caught his eyes briefly, you saw as an idea formed, as his resolve hardened, and as he made his choice. You knew it would not be one he made for you.

“Hold on!” Hiccup shouted, as the other’s cries grew more intense, ears deaf to your pleas. He pushed away towards the other side of the cliff, running towards the others as their cage dipped once again.

There was a sharp pain in your chest, as if the nails you dug in with so despairingly were instead gripping your lungs, sharp and unforgiving.

Do you love me?

You were going to die.

 You blinked away tears and snot and all the little, tiny shards of your heart that had gotten stuck in your eyes on their way out.

You just had to hold on. You just had to hold on until Hiccup got back.

You shouted something wild, something animal as your fingers gave, numb with cold and sliding loose even as you commanded them to grip tight. You had no way to fight, no thing in which to fight with as your hold weakened on the slippery rock.

Your nails hurt as they worked against rock and loose dirt, fragile roots and falling stones. Your fingers pained as they worked furiously against themselves.

Hiccup left you. He wasn’t going to come back. You were going to die before he came back.

It was like a stake had been shoved into your gut.

Hiccup left you.

You were going to die.

Your vision whited out.

You were going to die.

You couldn't hold on any longer.

You fell.

[itsscromp]

Hiccup & Toothless X reader platonic

Hey everyone, for a different change of pace I decided to do an original story. One that I have had since I was 13 !!!, I know a long time eh ??. But I hope you all enjoy this story as much as I do writing it. Word count:869

"Oh... my head..."

You woke up on a shoreside, your boat shattered to pieces. You had no idea where you were. You needed to find help and fast, someone had to have answers.

You got up dusting the sand off, you then heard a mighty roar, but no ordinary roar, it was unlike any other animal. You looked up into the sky and saw something that made you so scared. A dragon.

"Oh gods..." You then ran into the forest nearby, needing to get away from the ferocious beast. But in the sky, this dragon was flying... with a human, his name was hiccup haddock the III and his dragon best friend toothless. Toothless saw something down on the shore, heading into the forest. Making a noise to alert hiccup of what he saw.

"What is it bud ??, see something"

Toothless nodded, flying down to the shore as hiccup hopped off his back and looked around.

"There doesn't seem to be anything here bud"

Toothless then sniffed the ground and then headed to where it was coming from. "Wait up bud !!"

You were still running from the beast and hid behind a huge boulder, pulling out a dagger ready for anything.

"Please don't find me, Please don't find me" You muttered to yourself

Toothless continued to sniff out the scent until he reached the boulder, making another noise to alert Hiccup. Then you jumped out of the boulder and held out your dagger. Toothless seeing the dagger, his pupils dilated and growled at you, protecting Hiccup from the danger.

"L...look I D..Don't want any trouble" You shakingly pointed the dagger at them

"It's okay toothless..., Hey there... my name is Hiccup, this is toothless. We mean no harm."

"How do I not know that ??" your eyes were wide with fear

"Here" Hiccup then put his utilities down on the ground and kicked them away gently "See ?? No harm" He smiled gently at you. Toothless was still hesitant of you but he stopped growling.

You slowly stopped shaking and then lowered your dagger gently.

"Ok... I trust you..."

"Can you tell me your name ??"

"Y/n..."

"Ok, Y/n... would you like to come back to my village with me ?? we can provide you with food, water, clean clothes and shelter."

"Are you sure ??"

"I promise"

You then looked at Toothless, You were still hesitant, his pupils dilated into more... puppy like eyes.

"Is.... Toothless gonna hurt me ??"

"No, he won't. Here, trust me" Hiccup gently took your hand and held it near Toothless's snout. He gently sniffed your hand and then pressed his snout on your hand. signifying he trusts you as well.

"Woah..." You gently started petting toothless, who opened his eyes and made happy noises. Enjoying the pets.

"It's majestic isn't it ??"

"This is awesome !!!" You smiled wide gently still petting toothless.

"Maybe after then you might be able to have your own dragon"

"I.. can have my own ??"

"Yeah, but one thing at a time ok ??"

Hiccup then hopped on Toothless's back, having a horse saddle as well. "Come on, Hop on" He smiled

You took a deep breath and hopped on, toothless then lunged and flew high into the sky. you clung to hiccup making sure you don't fall off.

"Woah.. woah !!!!"

"Toothless be gentle ok ??"

Toothless nodded and gently glided across the sky, the view was amazing.

"Wow..."

"Never gets old." Hiccup patted your leg

After a bit of flying, you then arrived at the village of berk, this village was thriving thanks to dragons and Vikings living peacefully. Landing you hopped off toothless and looked around. this was unbelievable.

"Ok my house is this way, come on"

Climbing up the hill you three entered his house, a nice and cozy environment, until a booming voice startled you.

"Ahh ma boy, was beginning to wonder where ya went" This man was huge, looking like 7 feet tall with a massive beard. "and who may you be ??"

"Oh dad this is y/n, y/n this is my dad Stoick the chief of berk"

"Oh... it's nice to meet you sir"

"Dad are you cooking lunch ??"

"Yep, I would assume y/n would want some too ??"

You nodded and Stoick served you a bowl of his famous broth, you three then sat down and y/n explained everything that happened to him.

"Oh y/n... I'm so sorry that happened."

"Thank you... But I really don't know what to do now... everything's in shambles"

Hiccup, Stoick and Toothless looked sadly at y/n, you were all alone, nowhere to go. Toothless crawled to you and nudged his head onto your hand, hoping to comfort you.

"Well... how about we make you a resident of this village ??" Stoick offered"

"Really ??, Are you sure ??"

Stoick smiled and nodded

"Thank you sir"

Hiccup patted your back "Welcome to berk y/n"

Toothless showed you his gummy smile and nuzzled his head to you.

"Wait I thought he had teeth earlier ??"

"Oh, he has retractable teeth, hence the name toothless."

You smiled, already can't wait to learn more about dragons, and maybe just maybe. Have your own.

Taglist: @callofdudes

[c0nfessions-of-a-writing-freak]

Prologue: A Lightfury’s Guide to Stealing A Dragon Rider

Pairing: Hiccup 'Horrendous’ Haddock III x fem!oc

Word count: 1.2k

Summary: A mysterious new dragon rider has been starting to make their presence known by tearing through dragon hunter ships and leaving nothing in their wake. What dragon they ride is unknown. What they look like is unknown. Why they are hunting the dragon hunters is unknown. The only thing that is known is that they will stop at nothing to destroy every dragon hunter ship at any and all costs.

A/N: This is my first time doing something like this so my apologies if it seems rushed or not very good. This morning I just sort of had a burst of creativity and decided I wanted to do this since I rewatched the httyd films recently and started rewatching rtte. This fic will be set during rtte and I haven't decided how I want it to end so it might carry on into the movies but I’m not completely sure yet. I’m hoping to post once or twice a week, each time hopefully having some lengthy chapters. This chapter obviously isn’t too long and I had to decide between making it a prologue or a normal chapter but I'm hoping it turns out better with my decision. Thank you for reading this and hopefully the first chapter of a who-knows-how-long series.

“Fire!” Came the shouted yell of a dragon hunter. The man had his sword raised at an invisible force, his face twisted into a hardened glower as his eyes rapidly shot around the open air before them, the only visible entity being the waxing moon hanging in the clear night sky.

A few flimsy dragon root-laced arrows shot up at where the man had pointed, none of which were able to land its mark. Hunters quickly lined up a second arrow, pointing the weapon towards the sky, ready to shoot on command.

“There's nothing there Ryker,” One of the men stated as he lowered his bow, stepping towards the man who held a crazed look in his eyes. “Whatever fired those shots and sunk the rest of our ships is long gone.”

As if on cue, a whistling lit up the air, chilling the dragon hunters into silence as their heads shot up. With arrows at the ready to immobilise the beast that had been tearing through their ships, they waited for their orders. 

Seemingly out of thin air a blast of pinkish plasma shot towards the deck of a large ship just over from where Ryker stood, sending hunters scattering out of range as the ship was knocked back and forth. Several arrows fired at where the shot had come from, all sailing through the air and into nothing. 

“Long gone you say?” Ryker asked the hunter who had spoken, an eyebrow raised at the previous statement. 

The hunter's eyes fell quickly, shoulders bunching up near his ears before a surge of courage took over him. Raising his head, the hunter stared Ryker down. “It’s an invisible force, Ryker,” he attempted, any bravery draining from him at the set ablaze look in Ryker's eyes. “We’ll never hit it at the rate we’re going.”

“I don’t care if we’re out here all night, we are not moving until we have that dragon locked in a cage,” Ryker demanded through gritted teeth, taking half a step towards the hunter who had opposed him before whirling back around, moving across the deck of the ship with a watchful eye on the sky. “Whatever it is, it’ll have to show itself sooner or later.”

Higher in the sky, said invisible dragon had landed on top of the large sale, paws carefully aligned with the wooden mast to keep itself hidden. On the beast’s back, made from the same material as its scales and leather was a white-scaled saddle. It wasn't the most comfortable substance to make up a saddle but it got its intended job done. Laced in white scales, designed on leather and shaped to be the human shape of the dragon she sat on, was a girl warped in the same invisible blanket that hid her dragon.

Her eyes traced the towering figure of Ryker as his daunting figure scaled the length of the boat, eyes lit from beneath the carved-out space in her helmet. "I don't think they like us very much," The girl said as she slid one of her gloved hands along the neck of her dragon, using blind faith in hopes of not straying from the invisible dragon's neck.

An elated purr escaped the white beast as she stared down at the crew of dragon hunters, blue eyes wide with pupils dilating every few seconds.

A gargled mew left the dragon's mouth, the noise echoing to the point where it reached the ears of the hunters below. A few heads whipped up, trying to find the source of the sound. But a certain pair of eyes seemed to already be latched onto the two invisible forces. "Uh oh, looks like we've been caught." Even as the words were said, a ghost of a grin was gracing the girl's face.

Once again, a delighted noise escaped the throat of the white-scaled beast, ecstatic at the idea of getting off the hunter's ship and firing down at it. Spreading her wings in a large arch, with a bat of gust the dragon took off to the air, the rider that adorned its back latching onto the small handles weaved onto the saddle.

With a large spiral, the dragon shot straight into the sky, the same whistle lighting up the air as the pair flew out of range of any arrows that might stray their way. The noise caught the attention of all the hunters as they raised their bows, arrows at the ready for the slightest form of life.  

“Hold!” Came the yell from Ryker as the whistle hummed out of range. While they waited, Ryker gravitated to one of the large crossbows, the chained coils aiming upwards. When the loud whistle began to register again, a ripple in the skyline caught Ryker's attention. Before he could second-guess himself, he shot the chain forward, yelling “Fire!”

The chain shot forward at a dangerous speed, a startled growl echoing through the sky as the cloak shielding the white dragon slipped forward, the ability gifted by Thor failing the dragon as she and her rider came back into view of the dragon hunters. 

A preparatory grin spread across the face of Ryker as he watched the dragon fade back into existence. “Got you now,” He whispered as a storm of arrows shot towards the pair.

They didn’t stay in view for long, a quick blast of flames being shot forward before the dragon dived through them, its rider pressing close to the beast's body, the same force that cast the dragon into oblivion reflecting onto the scales sewn into the rider's armour. Another quick surge of power was fired down at the deck of the ship, stronger than the last shot. The pile of plasma tore through the deck of the ship, black ashes being left behind on the singed deck and a gaping hole. Before a second could pass, the duo were shooting back into the sky, trying to evade the hunters.

“That was a close one, wasn’t it girl?” The dragon rider questioned the lean dragon below her, earning a rumble in return as they flew from sinking boats behind them.

A cranking noise caught the attention of the rider, her head turning back to see what it was.

In a too-late dive, a metallic chain wrapped around the back leg of the white dragon. A shock was sent through the two of them as they began to be pulled back. 

“Oh, now it’s personal.”

Raising from the back of her dragon, the invisible cloak fell from the rider's outline. “Keep flying straight. Don’t let them pull you in,” The rider muttered, taking slow steps down the dragon's back as she stepped towards the chain. “I’ll get you free.” 

With a leap, the dragon rider pulled her sword to her hands, throwing it over the chain as she began to descend down it. 

Ryker waited for her on board, his own sword at the ready as he waited for the dragon rider with a wicked grin on his face. 

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[rian-rain0]

“From one generation to the other.”

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Hiccup x male reader

Male reader proposes to Hiccup by singing his parents song.

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Y/n was pacing around the room trying to calm his nerves. He decided to propose to Hiccup with his parents song but was nervous that Hiccup will get mad if he does that. He sighs and decides that it’s now or never and walks towards where Hiccup is supposed to be.

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I silently enter the blacksmith shop where Hiccups was working on toothless’ tail. I take a few breath and start softly humming the song. Hiccup stops what he is doing and look slowly at me with shocked eyes and smiles softly. I slowly walk closer to him with begin to sing.” I’ll swim and sail on savage seas, With never a fear of drowning. And gladly ride the waves of life if you will marry me.” I sang softly before stopping in front of him with a soft nervous smile.” No scorching sun nor freezing cold will stop me on my journey. If you will promise me your heat and love me for eternity.” I put my hand on his cheek softly while looking him directly into his eyes.

” My dearest one, my darling dear.” He sang back softly.” Your mighty words astound me. But I’ve no need for mighty deeds, when I feel your arms around me.” His face lights up with a bright smile, I smile back with just as bright of a smile. We begin to dance

”But I would bring you rings of gold! I’d even sing you poetry!” I sang, going on one knee and twirling him around me.

”Oh, would you?”

I replied chuckling.” And I would keep you from all harm if you would stay beside me!” As we dance we look into each others eyes and smile brightly.” I have no use for rings of gold. I care not for your poetry. I only want your hand to hold.” He sang while leaning into me.

” I only want you near me.” I sang while twirling us around. ”To love and kiss to sweetly hold! For the dancing and the dreaming! Through all life’s sorrows and delights! I’ll keep your laugh inside me! To swim and sail the savage seas, with never a fear of drowning! I’d gladly ride the waves so white! If you will marry me!” We sang together while twirling. I pick him up by the last line and hug him tightly.

We begin laughing before I put him down.” Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III, will you marry me?” I asked softly with a bright smile.” Of course I will you dork.” He replied giving me a gentle kiss.” Wohoo! Yeah!” We heard from behind us. We turn around and see the rest of the group together with Hiccups mother and Gobber.

We blush softly as Hiccups mother walks closer to us. She smiles at us and hugs us tightly.” Thank you.” She whispered softly. We smile and hug her back. . ******************************So I had a idea and I did it. Please if you are better at writing fanfic, you can rewrite this and tag me. I’m not good at this type of things so I would love to see it being done better.

[evvy96]

Forgotten Memories - Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III x Reader

h/c=hair colour y/n=your name e/c=eye colour n/n=nickname s/c=skin colour

Hiccup sat in his living room, plans and maps scattered around him in organised chaos as he obsessed over finding Viggo Grimborn’s new Dragon Hunter base. So far, he’d had no luck, despite the fact he had been cooped up in the Hut for almost a week. His team had begun to worry again, that emotion towards their leader having become quite frequent.

His little-to-no-progress was interrupted by the arrival of a Terrible Terror swooping into the large room and depositing a scrolled up piece of parchment on the map of the Outer Archipelago he had been scouring with a detailed eye. Hiccup blinked. He wasn’t expecting any mail, meaning this had to be either bad news, or horrid news. He carefully unravelled the parchment, the cursive script of his most recent adversary scrolled across the page. Hiccup,

I believe I have reached a solution to our little feud that can benefit both our parties. Meet me at the small unnamed island located in the outer reaches of The Sullen Sea and we can discuss the matter. If you do not trust me, let me ease your mind by promising that should you bring your dragons myself nor my men will make any attempt to take the first strike against you. This is purely for business, a temporary truce if you will. Should you agree to this meeting, I will be waiting on my ship by the eastern corner of the island in two days’ time. I sincerely hope you shall consider my proposition.

Viggo Grimborn.

The 18-year-old debated the idea in his head. For all he knew this could all be another trap to lure them into a false sense of security, but on the other hand Viggo was a business man, honest to a fault, especially concerning his feud with the young Dragon Rider. It was decided, he and the team would venture to the small island and hear what the Dragon Hunter had to say, staying on alert at all times and keeping their dragons a safe but callable distance away should a speedy escape be necessary.

Clouds blocked the warmth of the Sun as the Dragon Riders touched down on the small unnamed island, disembarking their dragons and instructing them to stay close but hidden. A boat lay on the shore awaiting them, directed straight at Grimborn’s ship. The ride over was easy enough, and once they had all settled and the ‘formalities’ were out of the way, Viggo spoke to Hiccup, who stood at the front of the group.

“I believe I have come to the perfect solution to terminate this little feud once and for all.” The Viking stated bluntly. “Oh, really? Are you going to give up Dragon Hunting and leave the Archipelago and its surrounding water forever? Cause that’s the only solution I see working out for us.” Hiccup replied without fault, gesturing to his team at his last statement. Viggo only chucked. “No my boy, I’m afraid not. It’s simple really. You leave and my Hunters to do our job in peace, and in return, we will return your friend to you, alive.”

Hiccup stalled slightly at that. Why was Viggo suddenly lying to him? It wasn’t like the Leader of the Hunters to lie to his face, he prided himself on his ability to use his quick wit and honesty to throw Hiccup off whenever they faced off. “Nice try, but all of my friends are here beside me, so either you can cut the crap and stop lying to me, or we can just leave and forget this little waste of time even happened.” The older male chuckled once again, only this time, his tone was darker and, though he did not show it, it sent a chilling shiver down Hiccup’s spine. "Oh really? Then you truly have forgotten her. That’s a shame, she always had such high hopes that someday, someday you might remember how much you once meant to each other. I mean, after all, she stayed by your side all throughout you training that Night Fury, cried at your bedside after your mighty battle, and even made the effort to befriend your newest member and your little girlfriend over there when you first discovered her on that beach all those years ago.”iccup whenever he had the chance. H “H-How do you know about all of that? Only the people pf Berk know about those events.” Behind him, he heard Heather and Astrid gasp, but he didn’t dare turn his eyes away from the man in front of him, especially not as he smirked, as if he knew something that could crush Hiccup in an instant, break his sturdy resolve. “Ah, it seems the traitor and her friend have figured it out. Bring the girl forward, brother. Maybe she will help jog your memory, dear boy.”

Ryker disappeared into the crowd for a short moment, before returning with a body dragging behind him by the hair he had wrapped around his fist. From what Hiccup could tell it was a girl, approximately their age. She had (s/c) skin, pale from her captivity and exposed through the cuts across her clothes and her wrists that were chained behind her back. She was thrown to her knees at Viggo’s feet, her back hunched and her form weak, signifying she had been held against her will for quite some time. Ryker took hold of her (h/c) hair again, yanking it back to bring her face into the light, revealing the gag across her mouth and her (e/c) eyes shining with unshed tears of what Hiccup could only assume was fear. Looking into the (e/c) orbs his mind was suddenly racing with flashbacks from his childhood, his memories clouding his head with visions of the past.

*Flashbacks*

“You know I’ll always be there for you, right Hiccup?” --------------------

“It’s not your fault. Your dad just… he’s struggling to see you for the unique person that you are. He loves you, you know that. He just… doesn’t know how to express it in the best way. -------------------

“Hiccup is that a Night Fury? How is it standing so close to you? What have you done?” “I’m training him. (Y/n) this is Toothless. Toothless, meet (y/n), my best friend in the whole world. She’s been there for me since we were little kids, and I just know you two are gonna get along great.”

*Flashbacks End*

“(Y/n)?” Her name comes out in a whisper, but is heard by everyone on the ship.

“HA! So the boy does remember you. Isn’t that what you’ve always wanted sweetheart?” Ryker taunted, his face dangerously close to (y/n)’s face for Hiccup’s liking. “To finally be seen by him again? For him to remember what you meant to each other all those lonely years ago? What it was like to walk around your pathetic little village beside him, be the most important thing in his world? Oh, how you missed the times you could hold him as he vented his sorrows to you into the early hours of the morning. Those sickeningly sweet times you could tell him how much you cared about him and know he cared about you to? How does it feel little one? Is it everything your innocent little heart desired?” He sneered.

Tears slowly slipped from her eyes, making Hiccup’s eyes widen in realisation. They were never tears of fear. Those tears were ones of sadness. The guilt rose within him. How could he forget someone like you? You had always been there for him, been his confidante and his only friend when the rest of the village saw him only as an outcast, a disappointment to the Haddock name.

“It was quite fortunate that I came to meet the lovely (y/n) here. I’m sure you’d love to hear the story Hiccup. You see, I had decided to pay a little visit to your charming village, gather some information about my adversary. Always pays to be prepared. As I approached the forge, I tuned into a conversation between this lovely young lady and the owner of the establishment. Gobber, I believe is his name. Anyway, I only caught part of her words, describing how she ‘couldn’t understand how he could’ve forgotten me. I was his best friend Gobber, and he just cast me aside like I meant nothing to him.’ He carried on like that for a while longer, and I must say I never took you for that kind of person my boy. After some fatherly advice from the old man, I watched as she left the forge and start back up to where I could only assume where her home is located. She was alone, walking across the empty grounds in the dark, so I decided I would keep her company, guide her somewhere warm, and where better than my ship. She became quite the feisty little lass, so unfortunately had to do this to her. Keep her from waking the entire village. Couldn’t have that now could we my dear?” He placed a thick finger on her cheek, slowly dragging it up and down her face, (y/n) not even bothering to fight it. Hiccup’s heart broke as he listened to Viggo’s words, followed by an intense feeling of rage as he watched him place his hand on her delicate face, almost wiping away the constant flow of tears that fell from her eyes.

“Don’t. Touch. Her.” He practically growled, startling his friends and even Viggo. “Oh, suddenly care about her do you? Now that you see what you left to fend for herself without protection or guidance, you feel the need to be there for her? I’m afraid you’re a little too late for that. You declined my offer of an exchange before even seeing what I had to offer, so I no longer have any use for her.” He pulled a knife from his belt and placed it over (y/n)’s neck, a delicate touch to begin with. “You’re going to watch this Hiccup. You and your pathetic friends are going to watch as I slit her pretty little throat and relieve her of her misery.”

As he moved to pull the knife towards him, a roar sounded. From the darkness Toothless glided onto the ship, his tail whipping to smack the knife away from Viggo’s hand and wrap around the trembling form that was (y/n). Everything else passed by so quickly, Hiccup didn’t even registered what was happening until he was on Toothless’ back and speeding away from the ship with (y/n) sitting across his lap and curled away from him, as though trying to place as much distance between them as she was able. They were all silent as they flew back to Dragon’s Edge, where Hiccup rushed to his hut and placed (y/n)’s now unconscious form on the spare bed and assessing her for any serious wounds or broken bones. When he found none, only little bruises here and there and her wrists raw from the chains, he let out a sigh of relief. He stared down at her sleeping form, reaching a hand out to brush the (h/c) lock from her face.

“Is she going to be okay?” Heather asked from the doorway, finally coming in to the room after watching Hiccup’s affectionate display. He nodded his head, turning his gaze away from the girl laying in the bed. “She’ll be fine. She’ll need a few days at least to recover, but after that, she’ll be able to go back to life the way it always has been for her.” “Her life hasn’t always been so lonely Hiccup. You of all people should know that. Did you really forget all about her?” Hiccup hung his head in shame, “Yeah, I really did. I have no idea how, but after I woke up from the battle with the Red Death, she never crossed my mind. Not until I saw her next to that… that… Hunter, looking so small and weak. She hasn’t changed at all since we were 15. Her hair’s longer, but that’s it. Exactly the same.” “Her personality hasn’t changed since I met her either, all those years ago.” Heather reminisced with him. “She welcomed me with open arms when you guys first found me. Regardless of how Astrid felt about me, in fact she was the one who convinced Astrid to give me a chance. She never doubted that I was a good person. Made my decision to cross Alvin all the more easy. But she always had that underlying sadness hidden in her eyes. She rarely let it out around anyone, but I could see it. She talked about you a lot.  I think that’s when I noticed the sadness. I never asked her about what happened, I just assumed you guys had  some sort of fight and things ended badly. You never spoke about her so I figured it would be stupid to ask you about her, but now I know why. You’ve really hurt her Hiccup, and you better figure out a way to fix this, fast. She’s one of my best friends, and I know deep down she’ll always be yours. You’ve got 3 long years of hurt to make up for, so I suggest you make this priority number one. Astrid and I agreed that we would keep her here until things between you were fixed. Think you can put this Viggo stuff aside for a while to fix your mistake?”

Hiccup sighed, running a hand through his chocolate brown locks. “I’ll do my best Heather, but know there’s no guarantee she’ll ever forgive me for this. I hurt her bad, this is without a doubt the worst thing I’ve ever done. We’ll tell she’ll stay with me while she’s recovering, and I’ll try to make things better. I don’t how, but I forgot how much I cared about her when we were younger. I’ll make this right, I hope.”

Three weeks had passed, and Hiccup had made very little progress with making things better with (y/n). She had started talking to him again, but other than that she avoided him at all costs. She stayed in her room most of the day, unless pulled out by some other member of the team. Hell, she even spent more time with Snotlout than she did with Hiccup, which irked the Viking to no end.

The team seemed to be a little on the fence about how they treated Hiccup in that time. They all knew he hadn’t meant o hurt her, but that didn’t make it excusable. Toothless had even taken to spending a fair amount of time with (y/n). Hiccup could understand that. True to the flashback he’d had on the boat, his two best friends had formed a fast and strong friendship of their own. (Y/n) absolutely adored the playful Night Fury, just as Toothless loved to throw the girl on his back and bounce around the island with her, making her laugh until her sides hurt.

One night, Heather and Astrid had come over for a Girls’ Night In, banishing Hiccup to the living room where he couldn’t hear only their incessant giggling, making him smile for a short while before quickly becoming the most irritating sound in history. Suddenly, the laughter stopped, leaving Hiccup confused. He closed the book he had been reading and quietly made his way to the doorway to (y/n)’s room.

“Seriously (n/n), you should move to The Edge with the rest of us.” He heard Astrid say. “It would take us no time at all to build you a hut of your own, and we could help you find a dragon too. C’mon, what do you say? Will you join our crazy crew?” She finished, mimicking a pirate accent and making (y/n) and Heather giggle. Hiccup’s heart fluttered at the idea of (y/n) staying with them permanently; he still had so much to make up for. “I dunno Astrid. It sounds great, but I have a life back on Berk. Granted it’s not the best life, but I’m content. If I’m gonna be honest with you, I’ve been better since you guys left for The Edge. Not having to see Hiccup every day in the marketplace, or soaring above the village, it’s made it easier to cope. Coming here, spending all day every day with him, would only make things worse for me. I mean it’s clear he doesn’t give a damn about me. He only put on that whole caring act to try and keep them from killing me. It wouldn’t have been such a bad thing when I think about it. Dying. I mean, I don’t matter to anyone, nobody would miss me if I just disappeared, they wouldn’t even care.”

Hiccup had heard enough, he slammed the partially closed door wide open, a resounding bang echoing through the house as it smacked the wall. All three girls’ heads snapped to see a fuming Hiccup, fists clenched and jaw set. “Astrid, Heather, could you two please go back to your huts? I need to have a little chat with (y/n). Alone.”

The two girls quickly stood from their places on the bed, shooting a look to (y/n) that said ‘sorry’ and rushed from the room, closing the front door behind them before Hiccup started talking.

“How could you possibly think that (y/n)? That no one would miss you. The team would miss you, Toothless, my dad, Gobber, they’d all miss you. I… I’d miss you.” (Y/n) scoffed, standing up from the bed. “Don’t kid yourself Hiccup. You wouldn’t miss me? How could you? Up until three weeks ago you didn’t even remember who I was, that I even existed. The others would get over it. They all have friends and family to get them through. I, on the other hand, don’t have anyone. Haven’t since the day you turned your back on me.” “I didn’t mean for that to happen. I don’t know why I forgot about you. I just did. Why didn’t you come up to me, say something?” “Oh yeah like it’s that easy to just walk up to the saviour of Berk and have a casual conversation. I tried Hiccup, many times. It was like you couldn’t even hear me.” “Well, maybe if you had tried harder-” As soon as the words slipped out of his mouth, he knew he’d done it again. He screwed up, and (y/n) had reached her limit.

“I LOVED YOU HICCUP! ALL THROUGH YOU BEING A REJECT AND FEELING UNLOVED BY YOUR DAD, I WAS ALWAYS THERE LOVING YOU!  YOU NEVER NOTICED THOUGH, OF COURSE YOU DIDN’T! I WAS ALWAYS BY YOUR SIDE, SUPPORTING YOU AND VOWING TO NEVER LEAVE YOUR SIDE AND WHAT DO YOU TURN AROUND AND DO?! YOU LEAVE ME ALONE THE MOMENT PEOPLE STARTED RESPECTING YOU, AS IF I HADN’T DONE THAT FROM THE DAY I MET YOU! I WAS LEFT TO RESTART MY LIFE WITHOUT ANYONE THERE TO CARE ABOUT ME! TO ASK ME IF I WAS OKAY! BECAUSE THE ONE PERSON, THE ONE PERSON I NEVER THOUHT WOULD ABANDON ME DID JUST THAT! YOU ABANONED ME HICCUP! DID YOU EVEN NOTICE WHEN I MOVED OUT OF THE HOUSE TO LIVE WITH GOBBER?! DIDN’T YOU EVER WONDER WHY THE BEDROOM NEXT TO YOURS WAS SUDDENLY SO EMPTY?! DID YOU REALISE THAT I WAS SO BROKEN WHEN YOU LEFT ME WITHOUT EVEN AN EXPLANATION AS TO WHY?!YOU WERE ALL I HAD, EVEN BEFORE MY DAD WAS KILLED, OR DID YOU FORGET THAT TOO?! GOD, AFTER ALL THESE YEARS BEING IN PAIN I CAN ONLY WONDER HOW I’M STILL IN LOVE WITH YOU!!!”

There was dead silence after (y/n) had finished her rant. She stood there, her breathing heavy from all the shouting she had done, before she moved around the room collecting the things she had been given to live away from her home. She stuffed them into the bag she had made and walked past a still frozen Hiccup, heading for the front door. Hiccup seemed to snap out of his trance and followed, asking her where she was going, his voice quiet and almost like a strained squeak. “I’m going to stay the night at Astrid’s, and tomorrow I’m getting her to take me back home to Berk. I think it would be best if we just didn’t interact again, stay apart from each other. That shouldn’t be too hard for you, you’ve had three years practice.” She shot coldly, “Goodbye Hiccup Haddock.”

The use of his last name in her departure made it all the more crushing to hear the thud of the door closing behind her. (Y/n) was gone, and Hiccup never even got the chance to tell her how sorry he was, because once again, he had messed up, and let the most important thing is his life slip away.

The next morning, Hiccup burst from his hut, running as fast as he could in the direction of Astrid’s. He had been up the whole night, thinking about everything that had happened during the fight and sorting through his emotions. He knew what he had to do, and he needed to do it before he lost all his nerve.

When he opened the door to Astrid’s hut, he wasn’t surprised to see the entire gang in the large living room, saying their goodbyes to (y/n). She had made quite the impact of each of their lives, and had them promise they would visit her on Berk soon.

Everyone fell silent when Hiccup appeared in the doorway, but he focussed only on (y/n) striding forward and dodging everyone’s attempts to prevent him from getting any closer. He griped her arms firmly, yet not so hard that he would hurt her. He would never do that again. With his last burst of sleep-deprivation-inspired confidence, he pulled her forward and smashed his lips onto hers. He felt her gaps, taking the opportunity to slip his tongue into her mouth, trying to coax even the slightest reaction from her. Hearing a satisfying, soft moan and feeling her lips starting to respond to the movement of his, he smiled into the kiss. After a few more moments, he pulled away gently, noses barely brushing against each other and content smiles on both faces.

“I’m sorry (y/n). I’m so, so sorry. I never meant to hurt you in any way,, and it kills me to think of all the pain I’ve put you through over the past three years. Please, give me one more chance. I promise you, I will never hurt you again. I love you far too much to let it happen again. I spent the whole night thinking about it, yes I’m in love with you. Have been since the day I introduce you to Toothless. You are the most important person in my life, and if you would let me, I’d like to become the most important person in yours again.”

(Y/n) looked at him sceptically, “How do I know you won’t break your promise and forget me again? How do I know you won’t hurt me?” “Because I never break my promises, I am never letting you leave my side again and you just know without a doubt that Astrid and Heather would kill me and hand you my remains in a basket if I ever screwed up this bad ever again.” “Don’t you doubt it for a moment, dragon-boy.” Astrid laughed, enjoying the sight before her.

“Alright Hiccup. I’ll give you one more chance, but, you’ve gotta do one more thing for me.” “Anything. Name it and I’ll do it, I promise.” (Y/n) smiled softly, “Kiss me again, you ginormous dork.” Hiccup chuckled at that, “I think that can be arranged, my lady. Come here.” Wrapping his arms around her waist, her hands winding up to clutch gently at his short, soft hair, their lips met again, the promise of a wonderful future being sealed with their kiss.

Forgotten memories restored, treasured for all time, and the promise of many more treasured moment to come in the future, their story began again.

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Hiccup Masterlist

Hiccup Dating Headcanons

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Hi pretty, it's me again! I was thinking, could you do fluff alphabet for Hiccup? Btw, your last works were wonderful, keep it up!!🥰

a/n: hi lovely anon! i'm so sorry this took so long. i've been very busy at the moment and kind of stuck with hiccup's requests specifically. thank you for reading my work! i hope you enjoy! <3 ps. this has not been proofread, so i apologize for any mistakes.

A = Admiration (what do they absolutely adore about you?)

Hiccup adores everything about you, literally. He thinks you are perfect, he hasn’t met someone as bold, brave and daring as you, while time being calm headed and smart at the same. You don’t make rash decisions, but you’re not afraid to take on perilous situations. He really admires how you seem to be everything at once, while still being so down to earth.

B = Body (what is their favorite part of your body?)

He loves your hands. He likes playing with them and loves it when you braid his hair or play with some trinkets. They hold a certain allure, and he’s absolutely hypnotized by them.

C = Cuddling (how do they like to cuddle?)

He likes cuddling, especially after a long day. He doesn’t have a preferred position. He just likes being close to you in any way. He likes tangling your limbs together, he likes hugging your torso and you run your hand through his hair, he likes cradling you, or even spooning you, anything and everything goes.

D = Dates (what does their ideal date with you look like?)

Your best dates are spontaneous ones. They usually start by one of you flying out just to clear your head, and the other one joins them mid-flight. You’ll probably end up on a random island somewhere until the sunset, and then you’ll both fly back to Berk amidst the stars.

E = Emotions (how do they express emotion around you?)

Hiccup is not afraid to tell you what he thinks, he is good at communicating. However he is often very distracted or focused on side aspects to express himself and he doesn’t always notice that he’s avoiding his emotions. He allows himself to fully express to you how he feels when you’re both alone. You can tell he has something on his mind when he isolates himself. Once you pin him down, there’s no stopping his rambling on how he’s feeling.

F = Family (do they want one? If they do, when?)

Yes, he knows he wants a family. He hasn’t thought of when, but he is sure that he wants to have a family with you. He knows he has a lot of pressure on that front, since he is going to be the future chief, but he is certain that with you by his side, everything will work out.

G = Gifts (how do they feel about gift giving? What are their habits when it comes to this?)

He is very detail oriented, so he likes gifting you little trinkets or bigger things when it comes to special holidays, he acts like it’s no big deal when he does. However, when you gift him something he acts like it’s the greatest thing he’s laid his eyes upon just because you made it for him.

H = Holding Hands (when/how do they like to hold hands?)

He ADORES holding your hand. He’s not much into pda, but that’s the one thing he’ll allow himself to do. He is rather delicate with holding your hands, and most of the time (while in public) he won’t actually grab your hand, but more like reach out for the tip of your fingers or hold your wrist as he puts it on his lap or something. It’s more of a fidgeting thing to remind himself that you’re there and vice versa. It’s a silent ‘i love you’ at all times.

I = Injury (how would they act if you got hurt?)

His mind is usually everywhere at once, but once you get hurt he goes into hyperfocus. He needs to take care of you and make sure you’re okay. If you’re unconscious, he will not stop worrying until you wake up; most of his time will be spend by your bed.

J = Jokes (do they like to joke around with or prank you? how?)

He loves joking around. Even if most of the time you are the one teasing him. It still doesn’t spare you from the fact that he’ll arrange the occasional harmless prank or joke.

K = Kisses (how do they like to kiss you?)

He’s a passionate kisser, only when you’re alone though, and whenever he proceeds to try something new, he’ll double check with you. He also likes taking small glances at you between said kisses, just to appreciate you. Like he’ll grab your face tenderly and gently pull it apart for a second to see you before resuming your kissing.

L = Love (how do they show you they love you?)

When in public he tries to acto more ‘profesional’ since it’s his duty as the future chief of Berk to earn the people’s respect, however, he’s not that great at it. Most of the time he’s either looking out for you amongst the public or tying to make sure that the missions you’re put on are the ones he can also go on (even if he doesn’t get his way a lot of the time, thanks to your stubbornness).

M = Memory (favorite memory together?)

His favorite memory of you together is when you were both tasked with building the fire-extinguisher system, and you spent days trying to find a way on how to put it together. And on those late nights, in which thinking so much made you delirious, you both ended up on the floor in laughing fits and talking about anything and everything, such as old memories, like the time the twins had dies Fishleg’s hair green on Loki day.

N = Nightmare (what is their worst fear?)

It may not come as a surprise that Hiccup has a fear of failure. Since he was a kid he’s been the subject of Berk’s highest expectations, and he’s terrified of letting his people down. However, you’re always there to reassure him, and let him know what a wonderful work he’s doing.

O = Oddity (what is one quirk they have?)

Hiccup is not exactly a conventional viking, he has a lot of quirks, but his most prominent one is the bond he has with dragons. Sure, everyone these days has a dragon of their own and they get along greatly, but Hiccup is just exceptional with them. He seems to belong amongst them.

P = Pet Names (what do they like to call you?)

He’s a classy guy, so he’ll often stick with ‘Love’. He thinks your name is beautiful so he’ll give you nicknames that stick to it, or call you names that derive from inside jokes.

Q = Quality Time (how do they like to spend time with you?)

He likes riding with you, he likes the calmness of it all and in some cases even the adrenaline it provides. He thinks of it as ‘your thing’, when you rode together he can completely be himself. He also likes going to celebrations with you, he hasn’t ever been one for feasts or banquets, but you make it fun and if he can dance at least one with you, he’ll be in a state of bliss for the rest of the week.

R = Romance (how romantic are they? what are their go-to ways of being romantic?)

He tries very hard to be romantic, he thinks you deserve the best, however you are both so comfortable with each other that some ‘procedures’ are just forgotten. This, of course, does not mean that he forgets the little details that he knows will touch your soft spot.

S = Secrets (how open are they with you?)

Hiccup will tell you everything he has on his mind. However, sometimes it may take some prodding for him to do so; it’s not that he doesn’t trust you enough, but just that sometimes he gets too lost in his head for him to realize he may be pushing you away, or he doesn’t want to burden you with his problems.

T = Time (how long did it take you to get together?)

It took Hiccup a while to come around with the term that you might like him back just as he liked you. However, before being together in a romantic sense, you had been (and still were), best friends. You knew you could confide in each other, and you guys were each other’s safe place. It was because of this that coming to terms with your feelings was a bit more difficult for the both of you, since you didn't want to ruin your friendship.

U = Upset (how do they act when you’re upset?)

He has a quiet type of anger. He’ll usually lock himself in his room until he knows he’s calmer and can come out. He’ll often look for secluded spaces where he can cool off, and not do something he’ll regret later.

V = Vaunt (what are they proud of? Do they like to show you off?)

Hiccup is not someone who often realizes the greatness of what he’s done, so you have to remind him when he’s being too harsh on himself. He does take great pride, however, in the home he’s built for dragons. It is one of the things that make him the happiest…along with you, of course. He’ll find subtle ways to show you off, but he has found that you don’t need his help to be admired. You draw in people’s stares when you walk into a room, and he’s proud to have you in his life, and having the privilege of calling you his.

W = Warrior (how do they feel about you fighting? Would they fight for you, beside you, etc?)

He knows you can handle yourself, and is filled with a feeling of pride whenever he see’s you fly into battle with the fearlessness and courage that defines you so well. Still, it is in his nature as your boyfriend, to have the occasional worrying thought and maybe want to lock you up just that he can keep you safe. He wouldn’t ever do that, of course, so instead before every mission or task he’ll make sure to seek you out and wish you good luck; he also always makes sure that you take with you the charm he gifted you.

X = X-Ray (how well are they able to read you?)

He knows when something is wrong or when something is upsetting you, however, as it is expected, he doesn’t always know what happened. So despite the situation, he’ll try to comfort you as best as he can or even give you space if you need it.

Y = Yes (how would they propose to you?)

He would propose on one of you dates, he’ll probably take you to an island he just discovered and while you were occupied while admiring the view or trowing sticks for Toothless and (Y/D) to catch, he’d get out the ring from his pocket and throw it at you nonchalantly. You open it and your laughter subsides, you look up at him in disbelief and he is grinning at you (quite adorably, may i add).

“(Y/N), an hour ago I thought that I had loved you more than any man has ever loved a woman, but now I know that what I felt then was nothing compared to what I feel now, and this will be nothing to what I feel in a minute. Marry me?"

“Yes,” you replied breathlessly, between watery laughter.

Z = Zen (what makes them feel calm?)

Flying. It comes as no surprise that what makes him feel at peace is being with his best friend amongst the clouds. However, when everything else fails you are the one thing that can calm him down.