#hiccup x oc fanfic

[fresh-new-yoik-watah]

DUPLICITY :

chapter 2 – Where Am I?

“There are two ways to be fooled; one is to believe what isn’t true, the other is to refuse to believe what is”

author's note : revised chapter two is here!! pairing : Hiccup x Aja (OC) warnings :  descriptions of panicking word count :  2.5k masterlist

Pain.

Immense, immeasurable pain.

It scorched through, overwhelming her senses and consumed her entirely. Her head felt as if it were splitting open, the sensation raw and jagged, like her very being was being torn apart, limb from limb. She couldn’t tell where parts of her body ended and began—arm, leg, face—it was all fire, a searing, unrelenting inferno.

Aja pried her eyelids apart with extreme effort, sticky, like peeling apart parchment left out in the rain. Her vision swam, shifting in and out of focus as though she were submerged in a pool of paint, shapes blurring and colors bleeding together, muted and formless.

She blinked furiously, ignoring the pulse of pain that flared each time her eyelids met, urging the haze to lift. Shadows slowly sharpened into lines, and she made out the details of a low wooden ceiling, weathered and cracked, and a flicker of firelight somewhere, casting shadows across the rough walls. She inhaled shakily, a thick scent of smoke, and somewhere, faintly, herbs.

Where was she?

Fragmented memories surged forward unbidden, like waves craves crashing against jagged rocks—flames, darkness, icy cold dragging her down into ocean depths. She squeezed her eyes shut again, as though she could force the memories away, but they lingered, relentless. Her hands curled into fists, the bit of movement sending bolts of white-hot pain through her side, like her veins had been electrified.

Her breath came in short, sharp bursts as she forced her eyes open once more, now noticing she was lying on a bed, or something close to it, her torso wrapped tightly in linen bandages, reeking of blood and something sour.

Her gaze darted around the room, her vision finally clearing. Shelves lined the walls, overflowing with jars filled with unidentifiable slosh, dried plants tied in bundles, and trinkets she couldn’t quite identify, and in the center of the room was the source of the firelight, a cauldron bubbling over a flame, releasing thin trails of steam.

Then she saw them.

Two figures standing by the door, their backs turned to her. One tall, lean, with long auburn hair braided into thick, rope-like plaits that cascaded down their back like coiled vines; the other shorter and a bit more broad, having loose, wheat-like hair that covered a fur hood. Aja’s heart thudded hard against her ribs, and she forced her breaths to remain shallow, attempting to avoid aggravating the pain in her side.

Her fingers twitched toward her waist, seeking the familiar weight of her knives that would’ve been there—strapped securely to her belt, within easy reach—they had to be, her only chance was to be ready to fight, to defend herself.

But the tip of her middle finger met bare hipbone, her belt—her knives—weren’t there.

Without thinking, she tried to move to look down, and her body protested violently, sending fiery waves of pain that ripped through her limbs, and before she could stop it, a gasp escaped from her mouth, raw and involuntary, and loud enough that the two women at the door turned sharply toward her.

She froze, her wide blue eyes locking onto theirs. She felt like prey caught in the sightlines of hunters, and how ironic, as she was usually the hunter. Her muscles coiled instinctively despite the agony that screamed against them, every fiber of her telling her to be ready to flee, but her injuries trapped her, her own body betraying her.

The taller woman moved first, green eyes locked onto Aja, her expression held somewhere between concern and curiosity. Aja’s heart pounded harder as the woman moved closer, she wanted to shrink into herself, hide away.

The woman crouched beside her bed, close but not too imposing, as though trying not to startle her. She turned her head slightly toward the blonde, murmuring quietly, “Get Hiccup.”

The other woman hesitated, her own eyes lingering on Aja for a brief moment. Then, without a word, she slipped out of the room, the door creaking as it closed behind her.

The woman’s focus shifted back to Aja. She didn’t reach out, didn’t touch her—simply watched, as though gauging whether she might bolt like a frightened animal.

“You’re alright,” she said, her voice warm, like a blanket on a cold night that had been heated by a hot brick.

The reassurance did nothing to abate the tension in Aja’s shoulders, her muscles remaining taut, ready to spring into motion should her body allow it, but something in the woman’s demeanor did give her pause; there was no malice in her gaze, only concern. Aja studied her more closely, noting the soft lines etched into the skin at the corners of her eyes and mouth, a few faint creases on her forehead, she seemed close to the age her mother might have been—had she lived.

“Can you understand me?” the woman asked gently, tilting her head slightly.

Aja hesitated, her throat dry and tight as she weighed whether to respond. She managed a small, tentative nod.

The woman’s thin lips curved into a faint smile. “Good.“

Her hand reached for something on a nearby table, returning with a small wooden cup that looked polished smooth from frequent use. “Here,” she held it out. “Drink.”

Aja glanced at the cup, her instincts warring with her thirst, whether or not she could trust this stranger—if she had a choice but to. The woman remained patient, calm, continuing to hold the cup, and eventually, Aja relented.

She raised a trembling hand, wincing from the sting that accompanied, and took it, bringing it up to her cracked lips and taking a small, tentative sip. It was just water, but it felt heavenly as it trickled down her throat, cooling her insides, soothing the flame, and she drank the rest greedily, emptying as though it might’ve vanished if she didn’t.

The woman spoke again, her voice now probing with curiosity. “The chief found you,” she said. “You were quite injured.

Aja stilled, her grip tightening, as the woman continued. “Do you remember what happened?”

Floods of fire, screams, oranges and black, clawed their way to the forefront of her mind, tearing past whatever barrier her brain had built in an attempt to protect her. Her breathing quickened, each inhale shorter and sharper than the last, and the walls seemed to be closing in around her, the flickering fire from the cauldron warping into the flames of the ship in her mind’s eye. Her fingers dug into the thin blanket beneath her as she shook her head violently, as though she could force the memories back into the recesses of her mind.

“I—I have to go,” she stammered, her voice rising in pitch, trembling with desperation. “I have—”

A flash of her fathers face, the moment his eyes widened with something unrecognizable, as if he had forgotten who she was or that she was there.

Was he alive?

Was anyone else alive?

She tried to sit up, the need to escape overwhelming all else, but another sear of pain ripped through her ribs, stealing her breath as the cup slipped out of her hand and clattered against the floor.

“My fath—” Aja gasped, her voice cracking. “I have to—!”

Thin hands reached for hers, their touch steady, brushing against her trembling knuckles softly back and forth. “Breath child, you’re safe here,” the woman whispered, voice carrying the same steady cadence as the tide lapping against the shore.

But Aja barely registered her words, breaths coming in more erratic. She felt as though an iron band had coiled around her ribs, constricting tighter, refusing to let her lungs expand.

Her eyes darted frantically around the room, searching for something—anything—familiar to ground her.

A sharp creak cut through the storm in her mind, like a crack of thunder, stilling her through sheer unexpectedness. Her head snapped toward the source, her body still trembling but held in place.

The first thing she saw was green.

Eyes. Not the vibrant, crystalline green of precious stones, but softer, earthy—moss-like, as if they belonged to someone molded by the soil, incredibly disarming even as her instincts screamed to stay on guard.

The rest of a face came into focus, features slowly being unearthed like pieces of a hidden treasure. Speckles and blotches dotted his face—freckles, most likely—but they mingled with smudges of dirt and soot, blurring the line between where nature had marked him and where human began.

He was a boy.

Well, not a boy, but it had felt wrong to call him man. Youthful, was a better word. He had a wiry, lean frame, and his brown hair was tousled, sticking up in uneven tufts as thought he’d run his hands through it far too many times.

He moved with a slight hitch in his stride, unevenness so subtle that it might have gone unnoticed if not for the soft squeak that accompanied each of his steps. Aja’s eyes dropped, following the song and landing on his foot—or rather, the metal prosthetic that replaced it. It sprung and moved with the weight of his body, as though mimicking an actual limb. Under different circumstances, she would have marveled at it.

He hovered just in front of the door, as though unsure how to proceed. He cleared his throat. “Hello,” he said. His voice was quiet—nasally, even—but not timid.

She didn’t respond—if he was expecting her to—her heart still racing. She watched him, fight-or-flight gripping her like a second skin, ready to spring if he moved too suddenly.

He took a few cautious steps forward, the soft squeak of his prosthetic filling the silence. His gaze swept over. “How do you feel?” he asked after a pause.

She almost laughed. How did he think she felt? She was battered and broken, swaddled in bandages, stranded in an unfamiliar place, her mind still swimming in saltwater.

“In pain,” she replied, flat and gold, devoid of the humor she didn’t have the strange to summon.

A wince flashed across his face, his eyes darting downard for a split second before meeting hers again. “Right,” he murmured under his breath.

As if realizing how he might appear looming over, he stepped to the side and grabbed a wooden chair, its legs scraping against the floor as he dragged it closer to the bed. He sat down slowly, placing himself at eye level with her, as though he were trying to put her at ease—or at least not to make things worse.

He cleared his throat again. “Do you know where you are?” he asked, studying her.

Aja shook her head, “No.”

“You’re on Berk.”

Berk.

Of all the islands in the Archipelago, of all the beaches she could’ve washed up on. Her stomach churned, feeling as if she might throw up. It was some cruel joke, some sick, karmic punishment for her father’s sins, ending up exactly where they had been trying to go. The gods themselves must have laughed as they casted her ashore. Maybe it would’ve been better if she had drowned, maybe then she could’ve pleaded with them, begged for clemency directly.

She needed to leave, to get far away.

The man shifted in his chair, adjusting his leg. “I’m chief Hiccup,” he added, his voice uneven, the word chief dipping ever so slightly in pitch, as though it were still foreign on his tongue. She noticed the hesitation, he didn’t wear it like a badge of honor, rather like a new cloak, too stiff and not yet broken in.

And she then realized, he was who had found her, had brought her here. She would’ve been dead if not for him, rotting in the sand, cold and lifeless.

He had saved her life. She owed a debt.

His eyes lingered on her expectantly, waiting.

“And you’re…?” he prompted when the silence stretched a moment too long.

She blinked, realizing he had wanted her name. She considered lying, but she hadn’t planned on needing a pseudonym, and now she had already hesitated too long.

“Aja,” she answered finally.

“Do you remember what happened?” he asked, repeating the woman’s earlier question—who had at some point moved to stir the cauldron at the center of the room. “What did this?” He gestured faintly toward Aja’s bandaged torso.

How much should she tell him? How much could she tell him?

As far as she understood, Berk didn’t know of her clan, or her father and his reputation; three weeks prior, she hadn’t even heard of Berk. She would need to tread carefully, withholding just the right amount without being suspicious, if she wanted any hope of leaving the island intact.

“I don’t know,” she said, forcing the words through her still raw throat and dull throb in her head. “I was sailing with my father and our crew, and then…” Her voice cracked and faltered, her breath hitching, as she blinked rapidly, forcing away the forming tears. “Our ship went up in flames,” she continued. “I went overboard. I wanted to get back to the ship, to get back to him…”

Hiccup leaned back in the chair, eyes widening just a bit, like a sort of realization, before he exhaled slowly. “Gothi’s our healer,” he said, softer, less formal. “I’ll send her in to change your bandages. Just… rest for now. I’ll be back, then we’ll talk more.”

His leg squeaked as he stood, and whatever calm he had managed to provide seemed to lift with him, Aja feeling her insides sink like a heavy stone in water.

He turned toward the door, leaving the bedside, and the woman followed behind him, but before stepping through the door, she cast one last glance at Aja, lingering on her for a brief moment. Then she shut it behind her.

The room was completely still, save for the sound of the crackling fire. Aja stared at the empty chair the man had left behind, her thoughts a tangled, knotted mess that couldn’t be unraveled, every thread she tugged only tightening the bundle.

The dam broke.

Her chest heaved, a sob tearing from her throat, shattering the quiet like a crack of a whip, starling even herself. She clamped a hand over her mouth, as though she could control and shove the grief back down, but another sob followed, and then another, until tears began spilling down her cheeks in hot streams.

She curled her knees to her chest, wincing as a fresh pulse of pain shot from her side, but she didn’t stop, wrapping her arms tightly around her legs as though she could hold herself together, that the physical act might keep her from falling apart.

Her forehead pressed against her knees, the skin digging into the coarse blanket that draped over them, tears soaking the fabric. She hated how weak she felt, how powerless.

This couldn’t be her life? Her world couldn’t have fractured so drastically so suddenly?

She sat like that for what felt like hours, until her tears gradually subsided into quiet sniffles. Her body trembled, exhausted from the effort of holding her body up, but she didn’t dare lie down, sleep feeling too much of a luxury, that it just meant to tempt her.

She allowed her head to rest against the rough wall behind her, her bloodshot eyes flicking toward the door. She supposed she’d wait for the supposed healer.

She was alone, completely, utterly alone, but she was a survivor.

Whatever it took, she’d keep herself alive. And she would find her way home, to her people.

[tropictimberjack]

CHAPTER 6 - "Gale on Berk"

Chapter 6 finally dropped!! The story stalled a ton after hurricane Milton happened, because it felt insensitive to continue while that was going on, but we're back now!!

Our titular guy Galeborn finally reached Berk with Hiccup, and the riders are finally finding out what they're really dealing with...

[mahoganyrust]

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA *feelings after chapter 20*

Anywho could I possibly ask for silver fox daddy Overland and momma Overland?👀👀 Gotta admit, I wrestled with the decision whether to ask for them or Jack Sparrow but the dilf and milf won

Yours truly, dogbone🫡

*slaps down*

Ye get all three babes. <3

Other Jack, plus power couple Jeremiah & Sarah. Or two pirates & a scary lady.

And formal apologies for the heart wrenching in chap 20

[miaxwrites]

Master Post

Carrd || Ao3 || Wattpad || TikTok || Commissions

Hiiii! My name is Mia, as you could probably tell from most of my socials name. I’m 18, go by she/her, and am a writer who indulges in both ships and x reader/oc. I’m also into shifting realities, which you’ll be able to find aspects of my DR’s in my fics.

I’ll be posting a mix of all my work on here where you can find sneak peeks at what’s coming and just some extra content that I’ll be leaving here. My Ao3 account is most likely going to be strictly ship content while my Wattpad will be the x reader/oc. I do take requests on here but I’ll most likely only answer/write for it if I feel inspired by it since I have a page where you can request commissions and those take priority most days.

I do have a long list of fandoms that I’m in but you’ll probably only see the ones I’m hyper fixated on at the moment or am writing a longer fic for. Some of these fandoms include Sonic (which is what I’m currently hyper fixated on), Cobra Kai (a fandom I’m writing a long fic for), Marvel, DC, Percy Jackson, How to Train Your Dragon, Arcane, Yellowjackets, Descendants, Angels Friends, etc.

Some of my current projects right now are ‘Bloodlust’ which is a Miguel Diaz x oc fic that covers season one to the very end of season six. I post a lot about the fic on TikTok where you can find some spoilers for the future of the story as well as other fics I plan on writing. Although I haven’t been able to post much for the fic yet I’m hoping to get a few chapters written this month for it. You can also read it here on Tumblr.

Another one of my projects is ‘There Are No Winners With Revenger,’ a Sonic the Hedgehog x oc x Shadow the Hedgehog fic. It will have Sonadow in it, so it’s like a proper love triangle where they all have feelings for each other and all get together in the end. It will follow the plot of movies two and three with some of my own stuff thrown in there. You can also read it here on Tumblr.

I also have a long list of projects I’d like to work on in the future or whenever I have some time to spare. One of these future projects is a Sonadow fic that’ll end up on my Ao3 page. I don’t want to reveal too much about it yet since I’m planning to start writing it in the next couple of days, but it’ll be for the Live Action Movie with a ‘modern’ plot line where some of the characters (Maria and Shadow) were born a bit later in life and lived next door to some of our favourite Morbians.

Another future project that I can talk a bit more about and will probably be the next long fic I work on for Wattpad is ‘A Light Fury’s Guide to Stealing A Dragon Rider,’ which is a continuation from one of my old Tumblr accounts. It’ll follow our main girl Isla who’s otherwise known as Valkyrie the Vicious. As you might have gathered from the title, Isla owns a Lightfury and falls in love with Hiccup Haddock. There’ll be enemies to lovers, secret identities, secret relationships, etc.

I hope this post has been a good way for you to try and get to know me and I hope I didn’t shove too many links down your throat. I’m always open to talk so feel free to message me whenever you can and I would love to see your engagement across my different platforms! Also, I’m trying to learn how to draw so if you have any tips let me know!

[c0nfessions-of-a-writing-freak]

A Lightfury’s Guide to Stealing A Dragon Rider Update

Hey guys, no update on my A Lightfury’s Guide to Stealing A Dragon Rider series just yet since I haven't been able to get too much work done on it yet. Hopefully, I'll be able to start releasing some sneak peeks for it soon though.

If you guys wanted to do some things to help spark some ideas you could suggest them below just for some little moments. If I haven't said it before, I'm hoping to make this series from RTTE to HTTYD 3 so lots of writing. I'll finish the RTTE part of it and publish that though so you don't have to wait months for the whole thing. I'll be posting it here and on some other platforms like Ao3 and Wattpad probably so as many people as possible can read it.

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[06strawberrylemonade28]

Chapters: 3/6 Fandom: Rise of the Guardians (2012), Frozen (Disney Movies), How to Train Your Dragon (Movies), Brave (2012), Tangled (2010) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Elsa (Disney)/Jack Frost (Guardians of Childhood), Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III/Astrid Hofferson, Anna/Kristoff (Disney), Eugene Fitzherbert | Flynn Rider/Rapunzel, Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III & Jack Frost (Guardians of Childhood), Hiccup Haddock III & Jack Frost (Guardians of Childhood) & Merida (Disney) & Rapunzel (Disney), Elsa (Disney) & Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III & Jack Frost (ROTG) & Merida & Rapunzel (Disney) Characters: Jack Frost (Guardians of Childhood), Elsa (Disney), Anna (Disney), Kristoff (Disney), E. Aster Bunnymund, Merida (Disney), Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III, Astrid Hofferson, Rapunzel (Disney), Eugene Fitzherbert | Flynn Rider

[crazy-nerdy]

Arc 1: Fragments of Belonging

Chapter 2

author's note: I want to tackle any possible confusion about Gustav, I always felt bad about how his character was handled, mainly because I am a younger sibling and I have been in the position he is put in the show most of the time, so I wanted to give his character the chance to be more than the annoying, eager younger kid.

pairing: Hiccup x Oc (Maer)

warnings: slight horror I think? If what I wrote counts as horror, I have been told that it's at least creepy.

It's not in the whole chapter, just the first part, which is indicated by the line separators.

The warnings and themes of the hall story can be found in the series overview

word count: 4k

masterlist

“Come on, Gothi. Wakey, wakey. It’s a brand new day!” Maer barged in, purposely leaving the door open, knowing that Gothi’s loyal pack of mouse hunters would soon be coming in and helping her come out of bed. In their own dragon-like way that made her laugh every time, it took a few hits, but she learned to hold it in when about ten of them had to come together and lift Gothi off the bed before gently placing her on her feet.

She shouldn't feel so pleased making an old person suffer, a point she had heard a couple of times from many different sources, sometimes followed with the ‘you should feel ashamed’ remark. But those who claimed Gothi was fragile and helpless should feel ashamed. As Maer explained many times, this old sack of bones would bury them all before she even considered dying. Not that she had a choice in the matter. 

“How are you this lovely, desolate morning, beloved master of mine?” Maer continued speaking, throwing passing glances at Gothi’s direction as she walked towards the table, leaving her bag on a chair. The old woman had a habit of sneaking back into bed faster than her dragons would steal food. 

Maer started cleaning up the table, trying to set up the working area as well as a place for breakfast. Her mentor had a hard time tidying up. That’s what she was told when she was tasked to tidy Gothi’s home by some villagers when she first started her apprenticeship. A bold lie. The old hag liked it that way. But two years later, she had managed to make this place somewhat organised after many wacks aimed at her head and banishings of Gothi outside. If her master wasn’t so good at her job, Maer would have been convinced she was senile.

Two taps of wood meeting wood called for her attention. Maer put down the things she was holding and turned to Gothi, who looked like she had rolled down from here to the bottom of the Mead Hall and then some more. Hair a mess, face more swollen than usual because of sleep, and a glare that would give one chills in their bones. Really, people should appreciate her actions a bit more; anyone else would run away.

“Yes, my dear master? How may I be of assistance?” Maer approached in a spirited manner, keeping a safe distance away from the range of her staff.

Gothi taped the floor once more, pointing to something she had written.

“Jump out of the window and die”

Maer stared at the scribbles for a second, her expression remaining unchanged, the smile never leaving her face. 

Really, these people need to appreciate the things she did more. 

“I see you will be shining brighter than the sun today as well.” She replied, dodging a swing from the staff as she turned to leave and continue her cleaning

“Are you hungry yet? Father made stew for breakfast.” Maer explained as she grabbed a few non-fragile items from the table and dropped them unceremoniously in a corner next to the back window. “But I didn’t bring any.” She could feel Gothi’s disappointment radiate off her and burn on her back. “Though mother made a loaf of sweet bread just for you.” She added quickly, which lessened the heat. 

“Let me clean the table, and I will cut you some.” She replied to the imminent tapping as she opened the back window, staring at the view below for a second. Mildew’s hut wasn’t visible, but she could see the plot of land it had extending in front of it. 

“I still think we should have encouraged the Outcasts to build a wall around Mildew’s grave.” Maer spoke as she moved away from the window. “It’s always better to be safe rather than sorry, even if you like the idea of glorious battle ” She mocked the words she had heard one of the Outcasts say when the concern was brought up in one of their visits to Berk. “I mean, with Mildew, is not even a question of what if. You know it’s going to happen. But maybe they want to send him to his grave twice, which I do understand.” She rambled on as she made room on the table for both of them, carefully relocating items that were more likely to break while shoving sturdier ones on piles in corners, promising herself to clean properly once Gothi had eaten and was more palpable. 

The good thing about having a master who—for whatever reason— could not or would not speak was that there were less interruptions mid-sentence. The downside was that when she did get interrupted, it was in the form of a heavy wooden dragon-shaped head stick fueled with the ferociousness of an old woman.

Gothi’s staff smacked lightly against Maer’s head, the sharp smack pulling her out of her rant.

She blinked. The old woman watched her, expectant.

“Oh, come on! I am not making fun of the dead . I am showing concern towards one dead person specifically. And he deserves it.”

Gothi hummed, an unimpressed sound, before turning back to the table, taking a seat. Maer walked to the door, closing it, shooing the Terrible Terrors as she did. She would never get food out with those lovable assholes around. She had learned that lesson.

She brought out a plate and took the bread out of her bag, scavenging the room for a knife not stained with herbs and blood as well as sneakily taking out the bit of butter she would hide away from Gothi in the cupboards so she wouldn't find it. 

She quietly made Gothi her promised breakfast, letting her eat in peace as she set her own things on the other edge of the table, knife dried herbs, roots, other parts of plants or vegetables, the pestle and mortar and got to work. 

The hut fell into its usual pre-patient routine, filled with the familiar sounds—screeching as the pestle ground against the mortar, and the occasional slicing of the knife against ingredients.

It was rhythmic. Constant.

Screech.

Thump. 

Grind.

Thump.

Slice.

Her heart was thumping in her ears. Like it was moving faster, but she couldn’t feel that it was, not in her body. But she felt it in her mind. It turned her breathing forceful—continuous, making her more aware of the sounds around her. They crawled under Maer’s skin. Each one felt too loud, too sharp, too deliberate.

Why does it sound like a heartbeat?

She shook her head, exhaling deeply, forcing herself to focus on the herbs in front of her. But her hands felt distant—not her own, not entirely. The pestle scraped against the mortar louder than it should have, vibrating up her arms.

Then—

Thump

Thump

Thump

A pulse of something cold swept through the hut. Too cold even for Berk’s early mornings. She slightly turned her head backwards towards the back of the house, daring a glance towards the fireplace. The fire burned hot. Then why was it so cold? A chill ran through her body, feeling like it was piercing through her heart. She tilted her head towards the mortar, locking her eyes on the half-finished paste, hands tightening around the instrument, turning white.

Maer stiffened. The feeling of doomed unease entered her mouth and went down her throat, settling in her stomach.

She saw a spider on the floor and watched it crawl away in a hurry as if it was trying to outrun something. And it was. Maer knew it was.

That’s how it always started.

With the animals. 

Squawks and shrieks were heard from the roof, soon followed by the hurried scratching of claws on the wooden roof and the loud beatings of wings as the Terrible Terrors outside hurried to leave.

The air turned a little thicker 

The poor spider wasn’t fast enough, and it ended up getting picked up by one of its legs. It wiggled and tried to get out of the grasp of something Maer couldn’t see directly, but she could see its shadow, as it opened its mouth, which was far too wide for any living creature. 

Maer immediately returned her focus to her mortar and pierced it there, trying her best to pretend she was a statue even as she heard the spider being devoured. The chewing sounds far too crunching for the size of the prey. 

She felt it looking at her as soon as it was done, but she wasn’t the one it had come for, and so it passed her, leaving behind it wet, muddy footprints with each invisible step it took towards the reason for its visit.

Gothi looked unbothered and continued eating her bread slowly without any reaction. She saw the shadow of a hand extending and gently pushing some of Gothi’s hair behind her ear, and the elder’s mouth formed a smile as she chewed. 

There was a time when Maer would call out to warn her master against the creature. But she knew better now. She should keep her mouth shut, lest she attract their attention. She’s new to them still, and that makes her fun to play with. 

She tried to pretend it wasn’t there, like she always did, but it never worked. They always knew she could see them. Always.

To them, it was fun.

She heard the wet footsteps mix with the sound of claws hitting the floor and nails running against the table as the shadow got closer and closer, stopping just shy of her mortar. 

The rule was, never look in their eyes. Maer was really good at keeping that rule. But she could still imagine the predatory eyes that looked down at her. Round and wide pupils, like a hawk, colored blood red and so dark that it looked deeper than the sea, or large balls of light instead of eyes that behind them held nothing but infinite white void. 

The chair Gothi was sitting on scratched against the wood as the elder woman got up. Her stuff thumped against the floor, matching the rhythm of the heartbeat that had been beating through the house this entire time while she walked to some corner of the house filled with things Maer had been forbidden from touching.

Maer wanted to call out to her master and ask for help, and then cry to her parents about how scary this had been. But as her master had told her the first time this happened, she had to get used to this . She had no choice, it was her duty. 

Maer held her breath, her jaw trembling as she did her best to keep her eyes downwards without moving her head. 

She heard a slow, sickening creak and imagined the creature bending down towards her. She felt it open its mouth, and its humid, cold breath hit her ear in a continuous stream of air whispering things she couldn’t yet decipher. 

Once it was done talking, it straightened its back, the same sickening creek was heard as it did, and then it followed after Gothi, leaving more muddy footprints in its path.

Gothi wrote something, and then she heard the sound of a cork being lifted from a bottle and an inhale that sounded way too strong and too deep to be Gothi’s, followed. 

The creature left soon after, and the air went back to normal.

The sudden amount of relief made Maer’s upper body half collapse on the table, barely holding herself steady and away from her mortar with her shaky hands. She took deep, slow breaths, trying to calm down and hopefully get rid of the terrible sense of doomed unease that was clinging to her. 

She exhaled, trying to ignore the lingering weight pressing against her stomach and now also against her skull.

Gothi tilted her head, then turned, tapping her staff twice, commanding attention before dragging the end through the dirt on the floor—writing.

Maer swallowed, turning her head towards her master. 

Gothi was looking at her expectantly, her eyes pointing to her writing on the floor, waiting for her student to read it.  

Taking a few more breaths—a little quieter now—Maer walked towards the elder, doing as she was asked.

“You did good.”

“Thank you, master…” She sniffed, shaking her hands to relieve the stress. Her heart started to go back to normal. She shook her head and exhaled again. 

She really hated Gothi’s visitors. 

Gustav yawned again and rubbed his eyes. He liked having breakfast, and he liked being praised for waking up early. But without anyone reminding him that he had to go to sleep, there were days when he would be up early and pay for it dearly the rest of the day. Unless he could convince Maer to make him a tonic or something. 

Days like today. Where he wished he could have slept in. Not like anyone in his house would wake him up. 

The carpenters' workshop was located on the plot of land next to the Meade Hall, at the very edge next to the bridge leading to the catapult. 

Fairly close to the stables under the Meade Hall, which was where Fanghook would spend most of his nights. Sometimes, Gustav felt jealous of Maer and her friends for being able to have their dragons stay next to them at all times. Very often, he felt life at home would be easier with the fire-breathing creature in close proximity. But Fanghook was plenty used to the stables by now, and forcing him to move just to gratify his ego and make himself feel better would be unnecessarily cruel, as Maer would say. 

Gustav sighed and petted Fanghook’s head as the dragon happily ate the dried chicken pieces Sveinn would occasionally give him. 

Sveinn wasn’t a fan of keeping fresh fish on him, and Riptide wasn’t even interested in it most days. But he did like purple dragon enough to make him dried meat treats whenever he could, and that said a lot for Sveinn. 

“Where are we going?” Gustav asked, going after Sveinn, who kept coming in and out of the workshop because he kept forgetting stuff. 

When Sveinn offered to Gustav to come with him, he never mentioned what they would be making. He thought he would probably be smoothing wood while Sveinn trimmed and cut it, or saw it. But from the moment he came, Gustav just organised their tools and cleaned as many wood shavings as he could while listening to Sveinn give instructions to some of his coworkers. 

“To the butcher,” Sveinn said as he fastened his backpack and put it over his shoulders. 

“Ah.” A brief pause. “Why?” Gustav added a bit later. 

Food, as far as he knew, was taken in the Meade Hall, that way everyone got to eat good, and the chief didn’t have to worry about the fair distribution of supplies. Breakfast was everyone’s own problem. He can’t remember how it was before the raids, but now with the dragons here, each house had their own way of getting ingredients. He would go along with Sveinn or Helga and sometimes even Maer when any of them would go gathering.

Maer usually took care of the gathering and hunting—Sveinn always emphasised the importance of self sufficiency which was why Gustav wanted to learn the bow himself—but only that, cleaning and cutting the catch of the day was left to Sveinn and Helga who would teach him how to do it as well, not wanting him to turn as sensitive and disgusted about it as Maer. He always combined it with getting things for his own household. It always made sure they would leave him alone, which he preferred. 

“We are going to trade.” Sveinn replied. 

“Ah.” He said again, the pause bigger as he considered it. “Is that allowed?” 

“For some things it is.” 

“Like what?”

“You will see when we get there.”

Well, Gustav wasn’t a fan of that answer. And yet it was one of Sveinn and Helga’s favourites. Parents , he supposed. 

The flight was quick and silent for the most part. Sveinn was of the opinion that unless it was important, no one should bother riders when they and their dragon were flying. Maer wasn’t shy about sharing all the ways that that had gotten wrong. Sending people to Gothi’s door. Or send her and Gothi to their doors to be more precise. 

Getting off Fanghook, Sveinn gave the dragon another treat and a pat on the head, telling him to stay there as he walked towards the two people chanting in front of the door—Basse and Dyre, he recalled, probably —of the butchery.

Gustav didn’t know them beyond the occasional hellos he would receive due to his connection to Sveinn, and that Dyre was older than Gustav by maybe a decade. 

Sveinn, for his part, wasn’t a social creature by any means. But thanks to Helga’s love for socialising and Berk’s limited numbers he knew quite a few people as well.

They looked happy to see them—or maybe just Sveinn? Didn’t matter—they were borderline excited. Gustav eyed Sveinn’s bag curiously, what did he have in there?

���Sveinn! Good day to you! Came to get the things you asked for?” Basse said with a bright smile, walking to meet them halfway. 

“Good morning, yes. We thought it would be best to get it done early.” Sveinn replied, his voice pleasant with a small smile of his own.

Who’s we? Gustav still had no idea what was happening. 

“Gustav! Nice to see you, boy. Up and at it early. A nice habit.” Dyre said, if Gustav wasn’t so focused on what they were doing here, he might have been able to see that the older man looked kind of happy for Gustav.

“Yeah, I try.” He said back, the general enthusiasm around him infecting his own sleep-deprived mood.

“Dyre! Go grab the things and tell Folka to come out on your way in.” Basse barked instructions, his mood still energetic and overall happy. 

Dyre patted Gustav’s shoulder in goodbye and left beyond the doors of the butchery. Most people weren’t allowed in. It was a means of keeping the place clean and avoiding contaminating the food.

Basse and Sveinn fell into idle chit-chat about the new buildings and how their families were doing. 

“I see the boy plans to follow in your footsteps,” Basse said with a good-natured laugh when he asked about Maer’s apprenticeship. That grabbed Gustav’s attention pretty quickly. There was no distinction between Sveinn’s family and himself. He opened his mouth to ask what that meant. But the sound of the door opening had everyone looking away.

Folka came out, cleaning her hands on a rug that was getting redder the more she wiped. The image of the bloodstains all over her apron gave him a pretty good idea why the younger kids—including himself when he was at that age—were not the fondest of this place.

“Floka! Couldn’t you leave the apron inside? Where are you going with all that blood?” Basse joked, looking at his wife. “You will scare the boy.”

“He isn’t scared, are you, Gustav?” Sveinn asked, placing a hand on his shoulder in a comforting gesture.

“No, I am used to it.” Gustav replied immediately, almost proudly. 

“Exactly!” Floka said, coming closer, her disposition matching her husband’s. What a pair those two made, who else would look half as excited working in the butchery all day? “We are Vikings! We don’t turn sour at the sight of blood.”

“Don’t say that, don’t say that. Maer grimaces at the mere idea of cleaning a dead animal, let alone skin it.” Sveinn joked good-naturedly with them, it was a joke among them and Maer, how if she ever had to travel alone, she would have to rely exclusively on fish due to how less bloody the cooking process was.

“She spends all day with Gothi, let her have something she dislikes doing.” Floka said, waving her hand. 

“Dyre!” Basse shouted so loudly that some birds and Terrible Terrors perched around, got scared and flew away. The entire part of this side of the village no doubt heard him. “Where are you already!? We don’t have all day.” He added with equal force. 

“I am here! Don’t yell!” Dyre said, coming out of the butchery holding a tightly wrapped cloth by the knot that was keeping it closed. 

“That’s what you kept for us? Those look too big, Basse!” Sveinn laughed, looking at Dyre approach.

“Nonsense, until he learns how to properly use it, the boy will have grown into it.” The butcher dismissed, patting Gustav on his free shoulder, almost making him stumble. 

“But how will he use it now?” Sveinn said with a chuckle, removing his hand from Gustav’s shoulder and taking off his backpack.

Gustav observed the interaction with interest. He rarely remembered Sveinn looking this relaxed and social , even among his coworkers.

“Your daughter figured it out. I am sure so will Gustav.” Floka said. 

Sveinn nodded and opened his bag, taking out a knotted sack of his own and giving it to Floka for inspection. 

Gustav watched as the older woman carefully opened it and revealed its contents. His eyes widened, and his mouth fell open. He recognised the red silky fabric, Sigrid’s most prized possession and on top of it lay an arm band and some glass beads, also Sigrid’s possessions. 

Now he understood why Sigrid—when she was alive— and Helga always insisted on doing the ‘buying’ when the traders were here. Who in their right mind would give silk for whatever they were getting from the butcher? 

“Are you sure this is okay, Sveinn? It feels like a bad bargain on our part.” Floka said, looking at the items, almost enraptured. 

“They serve no purpose in our home, collecting dust forgotten in a chest.” Sveinn said without a hint of doubt.

That… was true , Gustav thought. Maer wanted nothing to do with any of Sigrid’s stuff, and the mere suggestion made her cringe. Helga had long since lost any attachment to her mother’s things, and he couldn’t care less about the old hag’s materialistic ‘treasures’, not that he had any say in the matter. 

“Ha ha! Look at the boy’s face! At least one of you knows the value of things.” Dyre laughed, looking at Gustav as he handed Sveinn the bundle sack he was holding. 

Gustav hurried to close his mouth, embarrassed to be caught up like that. 

Sveinn ruffled Gustav’s hair with his free hand, laughing, “He is just shocked to see them out of the house. Sigrid rarely ever took them out.” 

“We cleaned them for you.” Dyre said with a few more chuckles. “Have fun dealing with them.”

“Don’t know about fun. But we will see.” 

“Now that that is done, back to work, the lot of you.” Floka said, tying the bundle back up and pushing her husband back towards the butchery. “Come show us the finished product.” She said to Gustav and started walking away.

A few more pleasantries were exchanged, and everyone was on their way back to their jobs. 

“Can I ask what we got from them now?” Gustav said eagerly, walking next to Sveinn. 

“We got horns and sinew.” The older man replied and gently shook the bundle. “I think they put some bones in here as well. We will need to ask Gobber if we can use some of the equipment in the forge to properly work on those.” 

The items sounded so mundane, he was back to not being able to believe that Sveinn had exchanged silken fabric, a golden arm band and glass beads for them. Did Helga even know what her mother’s things were used for?

“What are we making exactly?” He asked, unsure. 

“Your bow.” Came the short reply without any hesitation. 

Gustav stilled in place, shocked. Looking like he was struck by lightning. 

A bow… for him?

Sveinn stopped walking, noticing the lack of Gustav’s footsteps and turned to look at the boy he had helped and guided for the past three winters. 

“You seem to really like Maer’s bow. I don’t blame you. It is a very beautiful piece of work, despite its dubious origins.” He said, looking serious. “I still think that there are far easier types of bows that you could own. Composite bows are powerful but expensive to make and require a lot of maintenance, not to mention their sensitivity to humidity.” He added, taking a few steps closer and placing his free hand on Gustav’s shoulder. “But if this is the one that you want, then that’s what we will make for you. You will have to help, of course, so you know the work that goes into it.” 

Gustav loved his parents and his sister. He did. He might not get along with his parents, but he would never wish them harm. But if there was a moment he wished he could refer to Sveinn every time he uttered the word father, this would be it. 

Hiccup let out another disappointed sigh as Toothless landed in front of the forge. Another empty search. Another morning spent looking in every corner of the archipelago's map, they could reach before someone came looking for them. 

Maybe he should take the dragon migration patterns Fishlegs made with him when he goes out next time. It would make it easier for him to compare it with in the flocks of dragons still moving before winter sets in. Maybe that would clue him in to anything unusual. 

“Oh, if it isn’t the pride of Berk!” Gobber’s voice broke through his thoughts as he inspected a dragon's mouth. He sounded tired and sarcastic, and probably not too happy to be so near a dragon's breath. 

“Heeeey Gobber…” Hiccup mumbled, getting off Toothless. 

“What, nothing came up today either?” Gobber asked, looking up from the dragon at the sound of Hiccup’s dejected voice. 

“Did the twins trick you again?” Snotlout asked, popping his head up from where he was sitting in the saddle station, inspecting a crate of threads, turning one of them in his fingers. “Honestly, I don’t know if peace made you sloppy or if it gave them time to get better.” He added in an observatory and disinterested manner.

After Snotlout had started working in the armoury, helping Gobber and even Hiccup test out new weapon ideas, Gobber caught air of the fact that Snotlout was extremely good at sewing. Which he took advantage of by suggesting that Snotlout can also work with them at the forge, helping to stitch the saddles. 

It was definitely good for business. And equally bad on Hiccup's sanity.

Hiccup stared at his cousin for a minute and took a small breath, trying to remind himself that starting a fight wasn’t worth the trip to Gothi’s. No matter how satisfactory it would be to get a few hits in even if he lost. “Thank—thank you, Snotlout, for the insight.” He sighed, looking at Toothless for emotional support. 

“Don’t mention it.” Snotlout chuckled, tugging at the thread he was holding to test its strength. 

Hiccup rolled his, as Toothless moved to his spot in the back of the forge, ready to take a rest after a morning of flying. 

“That reminds me. Hiccup! This morning we had a few trades and quick jobs—” Gobber interjected, trying to steer the conversation in a very obvious manner. 

“Which he would have known if he were here~” Snotlout mumbled with a whistle, earning himself small glares from both Hiccup and Gobber.

“Anyway, we have a few different pieces of metal you could use for your little project.” He finished speaking, looking at Hiccup, trying to cheer him up.

“Are—Are you sure, Gobber? I mean, aren’t we busy at the forge?” Hiccup asked, looking unsure but clearly more energetic at the idea of working at his own thing before he had to do village work of any kind.

“Yeah, just don’t take all day, ay?” Gobber waved his good hand at him and went back to inspecting the dragon’s mouth in front of him. 

Hiccup nodded his head with a smile and started walking into the armoury, picking up his apron from the entrance and putting it on. He took a look at Toothless curled in his corner and then remembered what was missing from the scene.

“Hey, Snotlout? Where’s Hookfang?” He asked, turning towards the direction of his cousin. 

“Ugh, Hiccup can’t you see—” Snotlout started answering, looking up from ‘his’ threads—as he called them— and towards the space Hookfang was supposed to be occupying right next to the saddle station. He started and pursed his lips before opening his mouth again. His eyes narrowed in suspicion and familiarity rather than worry. “Where is Hookfang?” He asked, looking around him.

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One Night

Summary:  After the loss of his father, Hiccup, ends up alone in an unknown tavern where a young barmaid keeps him company as he becomes more intoxicated and emotional after a few drinks. By the end of the night, he shares more than just the weight of his sorrow with her. Warning: Contains sexual content and scenarios, cheating, and alcohol consumption. Pairing: Hiccup/OC-Eira

The dimly lit tavern was filled with a mixture of muffled conversations and the clinking of mugs. Hiccup sat alone at a corner table, his green eyes fixated on the amber liquid swirling in his cup. The events of these past weeks were finally catching up to him, none more than his father’s passing. That weighed heavily on his heart, like a mountain crushing an ant, and he sought solace in the numbing embrace of alcohol just so he could feel something else or nothing else. He wasn’t sure as he did his best to quickly finish off his mead whenever the memories arose again.

A young barmaid with kind dark blue eyes and a gentle smile noticed the young Viking’s desolated state. She had seen many troubled souls seek refuge in the tavern, but something about his sorrow resonated with her. Gathering her courage she did her job and approached his table and gently place a fresh drink in front of him.

“You look like you could use another.”

 “Thanks.” He took the mug without looking at her and slid a coin her way. He then immediately started to drink the concoction presented to him.

Even his voice sounded in pain and although unprecedented for a barmaid to only focus on one customer, she couldn’t let him sit alone. “Mind if I join you?” she asked, her voice soft and compassionate.

Hiccup finally looked up, his gaze clouded with grief and possibly the alcohol and was taken a bit back at who was offering their time with his miserable ass. He wanted to be alone clearly but seeing that the woman was actually pretty and was the only one who seemed to care, he couldn’t help but silently nod in agreement.

She gave a soft smile and set the other mugs she was carrying down on the table. She watched as he reached for more money and stopped him. “Let’s say that these are on the house from now on.”

Again he nodded. He swallowed nervously for some reason and he wondered if the mead was working better than he thought. He took another large sip of his drink as she introduced herself as Eira. He put the mug down and wiped his mouth and held back a burp before telling her his name. “Hiccup, name’s Hiccup.” He saw her small smile when hearing his name and he felt a slight heat rise to his cheeks. Yeah, the alcohol was working.

As the night progressed, Eira sat beside him, lending a sympathetic ear to his woes and pains. The mead slowly chipped away at Hiccup’s stoic exterior. He spoke of the weight he carried, the responsibilities that now rested solely on his shoulders, and most importantly the death of his father. The vulnerability in his voice grew as he confided in the maiden across from him. He revealed more as he drank and more as he watched her join him. He continued to retell his fears, doubts, and the overwhelming pressure he felt to live up to his father’s legacy.

Eira reached out and placed a gentle hand on his, offering him a rare moment of solace. “You know you don’t have to carry this burden alone,” she whispered softly, her voice filled with empathy for the lad. “Sometimes it’s okay to let others help shoulder the weight. And you seemed to have a few people that will help you.”

Hiccup’s gaze met Eira’s and for a fleeting moment, he felt a glimmer of hope in the depths of his grief for the first time. Moved by her kindness and understanding, he mustered the courage to share more than just the pain he was feeling. He shared stories of his father, reminiscing about his adventures with not only him but also his friends, and the lessons he had learned from them. He even managed to chuckle at a couple of memories as they both continued to drink. He then allowed himself to speak the more he consumed the alcohol. He spoke of his dreams and aspirations, his deepest desires, and lingering regret of things left unsaid. Things he hadn’t even said to any of his closest friends or family.

Eira listened attentively, her presence providing the Viking with a newfound sense of comfort and companionship. She also made sure that their mugs were never empty and she had an idea that he really had no clue how much he was drinking, but again neither did she as she was slowly keeping up with his own pace.

As the hours passed and the mead kept flowing, the weight on Hiccup’s shoulders felt lighter and a flicker of resilience danced in his eyes. Neither even noticed how close they were getting near one another as they continued to share memories and stories. At one point Hiccup stopped to take a moment to gently squeeze Eira’s hand and quietly tell her with all sincerity, “Thank you.” He took a big sigh trying to take a moment, “I really needed this.”

Eira smiled warmly, her eyes filled with a mix of compassion and admiration. “Glad I can help,” she replied softly. “And remember no matter how dark the night may seem, there’s always a light to help shine your way.” She took a moment as her face gave him a glance of her own sorrowful memory coming through. “At least that’s what my own parents had taught me.” She took a deep sip of her drink.

Hiccup saw the pain that reflected in her dark blue eyes and realized exactly what that meant. “When… when did you lose yours?”

Eira’s smile faltered and a trace of sadness shadowed her expression even though she tried to hide it from him. It was no use once he asked her that question though and so she took a deep breath. Her voice held a bit of melancholy as she replied, “I lost them when I was little. My mom during a raid and my dad soon after because of an illness.” She trailed off a bit and gave a soft huff as she said, “I guess he really couldn’t live without her.”

Hiccup felt a surge of understanding of her pain. He reached out and gently clasped both of his hands with his. “I’m sorry for your loss,” he said. “It must have been incredibly difficult for you.”

Eira nodded, her gaze fixed on their intertwined hands. “It was,” she admitted softly possibly the first time she ever did. “But they taught me to cherish the memories we shared and find new ones to make here and now.” She gave a small smile and then lifted her mug a tad before taking a swig of the alcohol she had. She light heartily said, “They also said a party should never end on a sad note. So, drink up!” She then lightly tapped her mug against his encouraging him to follow her lead.

Hiccup looked at Eira, her words resonating deep within him. Despite the weight of their shared losses, it seemed her spirit remained resilient. He then couldn’t help but smile. Her lightheartedness brought a momentary reprieve from the heaviness in his heart again. With a nod, he raised his cup, the corners of his mouth turning upward. “To the memories that shape us and the love that carries us through,” he toasted, tapping his drink against hers. They both took a sip, the warmth of the mead filling their souls and easing their burdens, if only for a moment. They laughed the more they drank creating more memories together and honoring the teachings of their parents. Neither realized how much they were actually drinking and how open they were clinging and touching each other.

The night wore on and the tavern was becoming livelier once the music was starting to play. Hiccup’s and Eira’s laughter mixed within the air and as their conversations grew so was their intoxication. Despite the mead intake some of the things Hiccup was saying the young barmaid couldn’t believe.

“Dragons? Aren’t those myths?” she chuckled taking another mug out.

He shook his head and placed a hand on her shoulder and leaned into her. “No, no, no,” he hiccupped before continuing, “In fact… I can show you mine just outside the forest edge.”

She giggled and leaned into him as well. She then playfully teased him whispering in near his ear, “You know you don’t have to go that far to show me your dragon.” She twirled a couple of locks of his hair with her fingers. Her lips were dangerously close to his.

His face turned bright red when he realized her meaning and he couldn’t find the words to interject. Luckily, he didn’t have to when the band began to play another song, one that happened to be one of her favorites. He laughed when she dragged him on the floor, the mead doing wonders in making him forget he was a horrible dancer as he happily joined her.

Eira and Hiccup found themselves swept up in the intoxication of the mead and the joyous atmosphere. Their inhibitions melted away, replaced by a growing sense of closeness and comfort between them. Each step of their dance was clumsy and they had to cling to one another to make sure they didn’t fall. They did laugh at their coordination skills, but through the midst of their shared laughter, their gazes met causing both of them to blush and giggle in delight at the newfound freedom they felt in each other’s arms.

Their touches became more lingering, their embraces closer as they continued to stay on the floor. The weight of everything that caused them to start drinking seemed to fade into the background as they found solace with each other at the moment.

Eira’s cheeks flushed with a rosy hue whenever his green eyes caught her own blue ones. Both of them sparkling with an unspoken understanding.

The Viking holding her steady on her feet couldn’t help but feel a surge of affection for this beautiful woman who had become his companion through the night. Whatever walls he had built up to protect himself had crumbled all because of the girl he was holding and it could have been the alcohol or how vulnerable he was actually feeling or a mixture of both, but Hiccup gathered his courage and leaned in. His heart was pounding with a mix of uncertainty and anticipation as he planted a gentle kiss on Eira’s pink lips causing her giggling to stop as soon as he pulled away.

Her eyes widened in surprise, her cheeks darkening in a red blush. She smiled shyly, her fingers intertwining with his. She leaned in close to his ear and whispered, “Follow me.” He didn’t have much of a choice again as she was leading the young Viking Chief up a staircase away from the tavern’s party down below them.

Hiccup’s heart raced with excitement and anticipation as she allowed the striking female to lead him, his hand firmly clasping hers as they ascended the stairs.

As they reached the top, the noise of the celebration faded into a distant hum, replaced with a serene stillness. Eira had led Hiccup into a cozy room adorned with a soft fireplace glow and a decent size bed. The air was filled with a sense of intimacy and possibility, leaving the young Vikings feeling breathless.

They stood face to face with one another, their eyes locked in a shared understanding and an unspoken desire.

Hiccup was the one to test the waters between them. He gently cupped Eira’s face, his thumb brushing against her cheek seeing the blush rise on them, and as soon as the door clicked closed their lips met in a tender passionate kiss, promising something more to happen.

Her hands moved up his armor to rest on his shoulders while his hands went instinctively to her hips. Both pulled the other closer to each other as they deepen the kiss.

There was a brief moment where Hiccup did wonder if what he was doing was wrong, but that moment was fleeting as he felt her hips press his and grinding into his already stiffen cock. The mead clearly not affecting him there. He didn’t even give her time to gasp at the discovery as he continued to kiss her pushing his tongue against hers, muffling her moans. The young chief then led her to the bed, all while gently caressing her trying to figure out what clasp or knots undid what.

Eira was doing the same until she made it to the bed and was pushed softly upon it. It was the only moment she had to catch her breath. She leaned on her elbows to watch him easily undo his buckles and ties of armor and although she was enjoying the show she was following his suit as soon as she saw his actual clothing.

As soon as both were done they took a moment to admire the other. Eira had a deeper blush on her face than Hiccup as she noticed just how well-endowed he actually was. She muttered to herself not realizing she was not as quiet as she thought, “And here I thought it was your armor.”

He smirked and climbed on top of her settling between her legs. His hands stroking up her arms to pin them just above her head against the bed. He softly spoke, “Nah, holds me back when riding on my dragon.”

Her blue eyes rolled. Again with the mythical beast, but she didn’t respond in words only in a belated gasp and groan as she felt his lips attack her neck. Unintentionally it made her hips buck up making her grind against his throbbing cock.

Hiccup hissed at the sensation and tried to concentrate on what he was doing, but she made it difficult as she kept up her menstruations teasing him with the one place where his dick wanted to be. He growled in her ear when he felt her wet slit rubbed against him again, “Stop teasing me.”

Eira felt his hands let go of hers and move down her body. She felt them go to her breast and he carefully squeezed them making her moan. She was breathing heavily as she spoke, “Who’s teasing who?” She gasped again when she felt one of his thumbs rub over her nipple.

The young lad smirked and looked up at her. “Did that feel good?”

She nodded feeling his breath upon her skin, she then threw her head back softly moaning when his tongue passed over the sensitive bud. Her right hand gripped onto his shoulder as her left one tangled itself into his hair keeping his head there as he gently teased her chest with his tongue, lips, and hands. Her hips kept grinding into his causing herself to tease his hard cock, each time having it rub against her clit.

She moaned his name. She was almost pleading to him with his name alone.

He let go of her nipple with a pop and kissed his way back up to her body until leaning above her. He was breathing heavily as he looked down at her. He felt kind of lucky that someone as pretty as she was with him right now. Her dark blue eyes were glazed with lust as her brown hair cascaded around her. Her cheeks whether from alcohol or not were pretty pink color and if he paid attention he would be able to see a light scatter of freckles across them. But he didn’t have time for that. Hiccup captured her lips with his hungrily. Both groaning into it when he pressed the tip of his dick into her opening. Without warning he thrust into her causing her to break the kiss and quietly yell out.

“Oh fuck.”

Eira’s nails scraped lightly at his back as her legs wrapped around him as he continued to thrust inside her. She kept saying his name or a god’s name every time he entered her. He also kept assaulting her neck, collarbone, and shoulders with small kisses and nips, which caused her to say his name.

Whether she knew it or not it left a small smirk on his lips when she did. Hiccup was enjoying the way his name was coming from her. Almost to the point where he purposefully drew out each thrust only to slowly push into her fully, pressing against her womb, just so he could hear her draw out his name. Yet when that happen he also couldn’t hold back and he picked up his pace fucking her harder, if possible. He grunted and groaned every time she squeezed around him and if she continued it then he wasn’t sure how much longer he was going to last. So, in order to get her there with him he reached down and pressed his thumb on her swollen clit and rubbed it in small fast circles causing Eira to once again call out his name and tighten her hold on him.

The dragon rider leaned in close to her ear and in a deep groan said her name. “I’m almost there Eira, are you?”

All she could do was nod rapidly until she was cumming around his cock arching her back trying to keep him inside her as she did so.

He couldn’t though. He kept his quick pace fucking her relentlessly until he was about to cum. When he was about to he told her, “I’m going to fill you. I’m going to fill you up Eira. Gods, I’m gonna…” He did. He grabbed hold of her hips and held her against his dick as it twitched inside her filling her pussy with his seed.

Both of them were out of breath and Hiccup carefully rolled over off of Eira as he lay next to her. Both were physically exhausted and the effects of the mead were taking its toll on them. Hiccup lazily reached for the blanket to cover themselves with before they passed out. Neither said a word to the other before sleep over took them.

As the dawn broke and the first rays of sunlight filtered through the open window, Hiccup and Eira lay in each other’s arms, their breathing calm and peaceful.

Hiccup’s eyes fluttered open and he took a moment to gather his thoughts and regain his bearings. The throbbing ache in his head served as a reminder of the indulgence of the previous night but paled in comparison to the weight of guilt that settled up his shoulders.

Gently extracting himself from Eira’s embrace, Hiccup sat up his mind swirling with conflicting emotions. He watched her peaceful form, her features softened by the morning light, and a pang of regret coursed through him. He couldn’t help but question the choices they had made in the haze of the night and the vulnerability they shared. His heart was now carrying a mixture of conflicting emotions as well. While guilt was tugging at him, there was also a part of him that felt a glimmer of happiness and perhaps some liberation. The time spent with Eira, even for the brief moment, had lifted some of the weight of his grief. She had shown him that life will still hold moments of joy and excitement even amidst the loss.

He sighed as he was going deeper into his thoughts. His mind wrestled with the aftermath of their night together. The guilt was persisting as he realized he fucked someone who wasn’t Astrid, the woman he was supposed to be with. He placed his head in his hands. He closed his eyes tightly and tried to think of something to say or even do. Maybe he shouldn’t say or do anything. Maybe it should be a night only for the two of them to know. He sighed again and turned to the woman still asleep beside him. A soft smile graced his lips while looking at her and he made his decision right there on what to do.

Hiccup decided to give Eira the space she needed to wake at her own pace. He quietly got dressed and slip out of the room, leaving her to her rest.

He found himself outside the tavern taking in the crisp morning air. As the cool breeze brushed against his face, Hiccup pondered the path that lay ahead. He knew that the responsibilities of leadership and the weight of his father’s legacy still awaited him. But now, he had to go back home to Berk. Back to his people. Back to his new duties. Back to Astrid, the woman he may be in love with- was in love with. He shook his head as he corrected the thought.

Before he left to go find Toothless to head home, he cased his green eyes towards the loft above the tavern where he spent his night and quietly bid farewell to the beautiful maiden who kept him company in his time of need, Eira.

[justelib]

Possible Fic?

I’m literally dying to write a Hiccup Haddock Fic, specifically a oc x hiccup, no specific Gender yet, but I got inspired on TikTok to use a disney\Pixar\dreamworks any animated 3D Face claim, the possible FCs, I’m taking votes:

Raya (from raya & the last dragon.)

Anna (frozen)

Elsa (frozen)

Moana (Moana -I LOVE HER-)

Rapunzel (tangled -my 2nd favourite princess-)

Merida (brave)

Flynn\eugene (tangled)

Jack Frost (RoTG)

Johnny (hotel Transylvania.)

Kristoff (frozen)

I also currently have a heartstopper polycule Fic in my drafts, along with a sweet pea x male!oc.

Sat, 14, 10, 2023

So, I was thinking that the Oc’s village along with their family, leaving the ocs and their siblings, could have been destroyed by dragons except one, who was trying to stop the chaos.

The oc and their siblings find themselves at Berk where they’re taken in by someone (undecided). A couple years later, Hiccup shoots down toothless and another dragon, who just so happens to be the same one that tried to stop the chaos in the ocs village.

(That is all I have for now)

[toothbrushfingers]

haha… so it just came to my attention that I never posted the rest of this… i’m so sorry to anyone who was waiting for chapter 2 😅 anyway.. here chapter 2!!

Lureabies: Chapter 2

Characters: Hiccup, Fishlegs, Astrid, Ruffnut, Tuffnut, Eret, Valka

Summary: Hookfang and Goldwing return upset and lead the dragon riders to the place Åse and Snotlout disappeared.

Sorry for mistakes, enjoy :-)

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On a beach lined with soft white sand, the dragon riders impatiently awaited for their companions to return. Early morning turned to noon, as they got increasingly more worried.

“They should’ve been back by now! Oh what if they were captured?!” Fishlegs paced, hands folded behind in back. “I’m sure they’re fine Fishlegs,” Astrid put a thoughtful hand on his shoulder in an attempt to calm him, “Åse wouldn’t let anything happen to either of them or their dragons!” “Right!” Hiccup chimed in, “I’m sure they’ll be back any minute now!”

As if on queue, two large reptiles come into view from the bright, sunny sky. “See? That’s them now!” Only it wasn’t. It didn’t take any of them long to notice the flames that ignited Hookfang’s entire body, something he rarely did unless something was terribly wrong.

When Hookfang and Goldwing touch down, it didn’t take any of the riders long to rush to them, inspecting them for injuries, expecting they’d been attacked and these two somehow got away. Only, they found no injuries. None. Something was clearly up.

The dragons were becoming more and more agitated as the minutes passed. “I think he wants us to follow him.” Ruffnut pointed out as Hookfang paced back and forth. Hiccup pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to formulate a plan. “What do we do, son?” Valka placed a gentle hand on Hiccup’s shoulder, making sincere eye contact. Hiccup looked up to her with a worried expression, before stiffening and turning to everyone else, “We follow them.”

They flew in tense silence, listening to Fishlegs practically whimpering in worry. Each of them were preparing for a possible fight when suddenly, the two dragons in lead stopped. Above the thick canopy. “Uhhh.. What are they doing..?” the twins questioned. “They stopped..” Eret spoke, mostly to himself. Obviously they’d stopped, he was just a bit out of it from so much tension. “We’ll gang, looks like we’re going down.” Hiccup somewhat shrugged, as if not sure this was truly the best course of action. Only, when the dragons swooped down, it became clear fairly quickly that none of them were getting through such a dense canopy. None expect for Meatlug..

Fishlegs was nothing but uncomfortable and down right afraid when he was told he’d be going down there alone, but eventually he gave in, worry for his friends overweighting any fears. He cared too much for them to potentially be leaving them for dead. Slowly and gently Meatlug fluttered downwards beneath the trees. It was shady and took a moment for his eyes to adjust but soon Fishlegs could see everything around him. Or perhaps, lack there of. “There’s no one down here! Nothing! It’s just a forest floor!” Fishlegs shouted upwards. “Maybe look around for clues! We have to try Fishlegs!” Hiccup replied, sounding a bit uncertain himself.

Fishlegs paced around, looking for something, anything, when suddenly, something shiny caught his eye. He trudged over and bent down to find the source of the shimmer. An iron helmet adorned with a ram horn on each side. Snotlout’s helmet.

In no time, Meatlug had brought down each of the riders, the dragons being sent to wait near the base of the trees with Valka and kept watch. The riders quickly found a sort of path leading through the forest. They followed it, somehow even more tense than before.

Fishlegs took note of the sweet smell of the trees aloud when Eret’s head shot up. “You’re right.. They do smell sweet…” He paused as if trying to recall something, “Everyone stay alert. We maybe be dealing with some very dangerous dragons.”

“Wha- dragons? What kinda dragon smells this nice amiright?” Tuff joked, turning to find not an amused face in sight. Man, he thought, not even Ruff. Hiccup sighed, “As poorly as Tuffnut worded that.. what do you mean by dragons, Eret? Should we be worried?” Eret took a breath and thought momentarily, “Well a few years back, I was sent to an island with my crew to trap these beasts.. Er sorry, dragons,” he corrected, “We were attacked. ..They stay in dense forests full of these sweet smelling leaves and they call you in with a sort of call before poisoning it’s victims… We.. We called them Lureabies.” Everyone seemed uneasy, especially Fishlegs. “What? What do we do if it is these dragons you speak of?” Astrid spoke up, distraught. “We stick together and find those two quickly. If I’m correct… we have a time limit.”

Lureabies: Chapter One

Not really sure if this counts as fluff or whump but you

get the jist

Note: I don’t have an account on ao3 (might make one in the future idk) so i have to post the whole thing her

Takes place shortly after httyd 2

Characters: Snotlout Jorgenson, Åse Haddock (oc)

Summary: Snotlout and Åse are chased by dragon trappers into an unfamiliar part of the woods, when suddenly they find they can no longer keep themselves awake. / Mild Spoiler v

Lureaby dragons (original species) lure them in and poison them

Sorry any mistakes, enjoy :)

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They’re surrounded. This was just supposed to be a scouting mission, but they were spotted by trappers. There were maybe 40.. 50 of them, and it was only Åse and Snotlout. The others sat on the other, far side of the island waiting for them to return, and it wasn’t a very small island by any means.

A few moons past, Hiccup had heard word of a large band of dragon trappers left over from Draco’s fleet, camping out on this island; trapping dragons and selling them to various buyers for various reasons at various prices. He’d sent Snotlout and Åse to scout them out to be sure the rumors were true. If they were, they’d deal with them. And as Åse and Snotlout soon found, they were indeed true.

The hunters made chase, but never once fired one of their many cross bows at the two vikings. Only holding them at the ready. But seeing as they were severely outnumbered, the two ran for it. Goldwing and Hookfang had been hovering above the trees a few yards behind them, out of sight prior. The Berkians had originally planned on hopping on their dragons and taking off, but that was now out of the question. The dragons couldn’t get to them through the thick forest canopy and anytime they tried to even get close, the trappers would fire what seemed to be dragon root arrows. Lovely. And if either dragon fired? More arrows. They had to stay out of arrow range, but that also meant out of blasting range.

They were surrounded at every side but front, so run they did. It was almost as if the trappers were herding them somewhere, but they didn’t have time to worry about that now.

Soon they came to a bramble, and assuming the trappers wouldn’t follow them in, they dove in head first, crawling towards safety. Thankfully it wasn’t as bad as it could’ve been. Snotlout would know, he’s fallen into plenty of unforgiving bushes. And they were right, those trappers turned on their heels in defeat and retreated. After a few seconds of dragging themselves along the dirt, they found themselves in a bit of an odd clearing. Large trees stood around them, blocking them in at all sides, only allowing small bits of golden sun reaching in the kiss their leaves. They’d definitely never been here before.

“Can you uh.. see.. a way out?” Åse spoke, winded. She realized they hadn’t spoken that entire time, only using some hand signals to communicate. “Uhhhh,” Snotlout looked around as he hunched over, hands on his knees, lungs begging for more air than they could take in, “yeah- Yeah! Over there..!” He pointed with an exhausted enthusiasm to a small clearing between trees. It was reminiscent of a path, thought the ground not worn.

The two trudge forward at the same pace, calling for their dragons. But neither came. They couldn’t help but worry for them and hope they’d just gone for help. Surely the trappers couldn’t have gotten them.. Right..?

They followed that path for what seemed like years, making note of the glowing sun fading in and out between sweet smelling branches.

The two walked in silence now, hand in hand, equally exhausted, when Åse suddenly stopped, seemingly frozen in place. Snotlout turned see her, confused. “Are you ok?” “Shh shh! Do you hear that?” she held a finger in the air and looked around silently. “Alright, I think you’re a little more tired than you thought cause-“ She cut him off by waving her hands around him and quickly pressing a stiff finger to her lips. Snotlout, concerned and confused, looked around. It had been maybe 10 seconds when he started to try and speak again, quickly cutting himself off as he heard a soft humming sound.

He turned to her, eyes wide and brows knit tightly together. He opened his mouth as if to speak, but he couldn’t quite find any sound in his throat. All he could do was follow the noise, intrigued.

“Wha- Lout! Where are.. you.. going..?” Åse found herself becoming just as curious as he was, taking his hand once more and following his lead further on into the trees. The humming continued, growing louder with each step they took.

After a bit of walking, they found themselves in a small field of grass and flowers, surrounded by more trees and every side. The trees were dark and shrouded; usually either of them would be frightened, but oddly enough they each felt strangely calm.

Åse spun on her heels, glancing around. “Whoa,” Snotlout began, “Ah! What the-“ “Hm?” Åse turned to see Snotlout waving lethargic hands around his head. “Bugs?” She asked, having no energy to say much more. “No.. something… something sprayed.. me..” Snotlout’s movements became more and more sloppy as he clumsily made his way to Åse., booted feet not wanting to cooperate.

Noticing, she met him half way, catching him as he fell forward. He mumbled nonsense to himself, eyes dancing around his head like a baby seeing color for the first time. “Lout? Hey! Hey look at me,” She snapped fingers in his face, watching him hardly react, becoming increasingly more worried, “Lout what’s going on? Talk to m-“ Åse was cut off by a strong mist hitting her in the face from seemingly nowhere.

After a moment, Åse was beginning to understand what was happening to Snotlout. She suddenly felt 1000 times more exhausted than she had before, eyes begging to shut. All the colors around her became more vibrant, spinning round and round with her head. She should’ve been scared, but she could only feel joy. Pure euphoria. Her brain was full of thick, unforgiving fog. It blocked out most coherent thoughts until she could no longer hold herself up. She settled in near Snotlout, who at some point had lost his helmet ‘When did that happen?’. Heads together, feet pointing in opposite directions.

Snotlout looked up to her, grinning a giddy-ish grin, before raising an arm lazily to play with her auburn hair. He giggled in a sense, before lazily mumbling loving nonsense. His words were unclear, but Åse knew what he meant. She grinned, raised an arm to cup his face. After a moment, his eyes slid closed, and his arm dropped. Before Åse could even try to be alarmed, her body gave in and she succumbed to the comforting darkness that had been begging her to be let in.

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Hope you enjoyed chapter one, hopefully chapter two’ll be up tomorrow but no promises 😉

[raginghomosexual4ever]

Literally no one asked for this, but I decided to compile a list of random X READER completed fanfics from Wattpad. I just wanted to remember each one that I’ve read so I can reread them if I want, so….. here it is.

{Fandoms: Dragon prince, avatar the last Airbender, Avatar,Voltron, How to train your dragon, the owl house, hunger games, Percy Jackson and the Olympians, Arcane}

1. Dragon prince: Warrior (re write)

2. Dragon Prince: Serpent of the Sun

3. Savior//The Dragon Prince//[Completed]

4. Waves that paralyse {Rayla x reader}

5. Ibis x reader by Norah651

6. Voltron:Keith x Oc (White lion) - Daughter of light

7. Brighter than the stars: Voltron fanfic (Keith x oc)

8. Discovery (Pidge Gunderson x fem!reader)

9. Loving you to the stars and back//Keith x OC//

10. I’m not leaving you (Keith Kogane x reader)

11. “I am your paladin!”(Voltron x reader x Keith)

12. Dark pasts, bright futures [Keith x OC] Book 1

13. Wild girl(Hiccup x reader)Complete

14. Not so wild(Hiccup x reader)Complete

15. Forever wild(Hiccup x reader)

16. Star crossed (Golden guard x reader)

17. The mask of the raven (Hunter x reader)

18. Affection is difficult (Hunter x reader)

19. Angel of death (golden guard x reader)

20. Until death do us part(Hunter x reader)

21. Dance with a grimwalker (hunter x reader)

22. Never yours (peeta mellark x reader)

23. Coin has two sides (Kaz Brekker x reader)

24. Hound of the undercity (Vi x reader)

25. The serpent | Finnick Odair

26. Persephone’s child | Leo Valdez x reader

27. Golden days | Jason Grace | {1}

28. Of demigods and monsters (leo Valdez x reader)

29. Of Greeks and romans (leo Valdez x reader)

30. Of gods and goddesses (Leo Valdez x reader)

31. In the future | Mirai (Sokka x reader)

32. The thief (Sokka x reader)

33. The southern water tribe fire bender( Zuko x reader)

34. Water in your hands {1} (Sokka x reader)

35. Ends of the earth {2} (Sokka x reader)

36. Fire in my heart {3} (Sokka x reader)

37. Book 1: water (Sokka x reader love story)

38. Book 2: earth ( Sokka x reader love story)

39. Book 3: fire (Sokka x reader love story )

40. Chances (Lo’ak x reader)

[ All credit goes to the creators. I’m too lazy to write the description of each, but whtv]

[fresh-new-yoik-watah]

DUPLICITY :

chapter 1 — What’s Worth Revenge

“There are two ways to be fooled; one is to believe what isn’t true, the other is to refuse to believe what is”

Aja’s father seeks revenge against the species of dragon that killed his wife, the Night Furies. He’s hunted them all, so he believed, until he comes to find out that one still lives, and resides on Berk. So he and Aja sail to Berk with plans to return with the Night Fury’s head, but Aja is conflicted about their plan and her father, if perhaps revenge has clouded his mind, if letting the dragon go is the better course of action. Their ship is attacked before they can reach Berk, and Aja washes up on a beach and is rescued by a stranger, who turns out to be Chief Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III. Aja, injured and weakened, is unable to return home, plus concerns about the safety of her traveling after a potentially targeted attack. By some sick twisted fate, Aja had managed to wash up on Berk of all islands, and the Chief that had rescued her is the rider and owner of the Night Fury. She’s faced with whether she should carry out her father’s revenge in his honor, or if she should try to repay the stranger for saving her life, ending the never ending cycle of revenge and bloodshed. 

summary : aja and her father sail to berk, but things don’t go as planned author's note : if you read the first version of this story, not you didn’t pairing : Hiccup x Aja (OC) warnings :  descriptions of danger, fire, injury, nothing that crazy but just in case word count :  1.8k masterlist

A thick layer of fog hung over the murky ocean, shrouding the wooden ship behind a cold, damp blanket. Aja was barely able to see beyond the tip of her nose as the waves swayed her back and forth. She gripped tight to the railing, avoiding the intense gaze of the tall man to her left. Minutes of silence passed, minutes that felt like hours, before she exhaled a small misty breath from between her chapped lips.

”Maybe we shouldn’t do this,” she whispered. 

Her blue eyes locked onto the endless expanse of grey sea as she braced for the man’s response.

”You wish to let the monster free?” the man asked, voice deep and slow.

”No!” 

She hated how quick she’d been to appease him, each and every time, a child afraid of upsetting their parent despite being twenty-one years old, an invisible hold over her, one only he could activate on whim. Aja continued. 

“But this won’t bring her back. Every dragon you’ve taken, this last one won’t change that.” She hoped to tap into the organ that beat against his chest, an organ she doubted existed at times. “You don’t even know if it is there.”

Aged creases of skin folded around the man’s dark eyes. “I vowed to rid the world of the devils, for as long as I live,” he said, and Aja shrunk under his glare. “Shame do you not wish to avenge your mother the same.”

It hadn’t been the first time he’d harnessed her grief, a weapon of manipulation and will. Had she at least been unaware of his tactic—she allowed its success each time, let him pull and tug her strings, she a puppet with the capability to yank its arm away, yet remaining limp, chasing an unquenchable hunger to be satisfied. 

Aja ignored the sting in her chest. “Berk will not welcome strangers,” she said, and that was true. Vikings were distrustful—it was in their nature—what came with generations of raids and pillaging amongst clans, and Aja had seen with her own eyes what happened to those who arrived unannounced on their own shores: blood-stained sands.

But he remained unpersuaded. ”We are there to establish trade, an island with diminishing resources,” he recited flatly. “Perhaps you should’ve been left with Magnus if you doubt your chief this much.”

A reminder, that before blood, status came above, that Aja wasn’t simply a child seeking to advise their parent, but an heir threatening its ruler. She held her face taut, refusing to let his biteful words sink their teeth. She opened her mouth to speak, but another’s deep voice spilled over hers. 

One of her father’s men emerged from within the shroud, a gloved hand raised to shield his eyes against the pick up of wind. “Ragnor!” he called from the base of the deck steps. “We must discuss our course, it’s urgent!” 

Ragnor’s thick brows furrowed, deep lines wrinkling between them, lines permanently forged by eighteen grief-stricken years. He dismissed the man with a stiff wave and faced Aja. “I suggest you realign your loyalty,” he said, “or you will remain on board when we arrive on Berk in days time. You mind cannot be distracted.” Then, as if remembering that he was still her father, his voice softened. “Go rest, you will need your strength.”

His grey wolf skin cloak was last to disappear into the fog, leaving Aja alone at the bow. She squeezed her eyes together and swallowed the lump that had grown in her throat. She’d try again tomorrow, she decided, and would attempt each day that remained before reaching Berk, refusing to be easily dissuaded. A mountain against the wind, like him. 

Stairs creaked beneath Aja as she climbed down into the lower deck, each footfall furthering the distance between herself and the man she knew long ago. Maybe after having spent near half his life in this state, this was the real him, and it was she who had refused to accept reality. She’d naively believed that after the past eight years of seeming silence, the edges finally dulled, a sword with use no longer, could finally put to rest. It would’ve—she was sure—if that trader hadn’t come bumbling into port four months prior with complaints of dragon droppings ruining his new paint, instantly resharpening the blade against grindstone, returning its gleam and ability to slice cleanly through the densest of hides, like the time had never worn it. 

Her father could have very well been more affectionate than she’d initially paid attention to, having been too young to know those would become the only moments of kindness she’d have to recall. She remembered times when the bed would suddenly creak during her sleep, sinking from the weight of a third, heavy body—after months away, slipping back in, and despite having been dead in the night, a bright, warm fire would illuminate behind her closed eyes. A piece of stone chiseled away, returned to fill its vacancy. They’d stay silent, her father, mother and her—her father never liked to talk much—but they were together again at least once more. 

The thin hammock fabric cradled Aja as she pulled a wool blanket tight around her shoulders. The sway of the ship should’ve been soothing, but each rock only amplified her thoughts. She tried to summon an image of her mother’s face, but all that came were blurry features, a puzzle of indistinct shapes and dark brown hair. Her warmth, her embrace, her laughter—they remained elusive, like grains of sand slipping between her fingers, lost away to time, replaced instead by a vengeful, bloodthirsty heart. Tears pricked her eyes as she drew the blanket closer and curled into herself, as if it could shield her from the inevitable storm. Exhaustion eventually took its toll, and the ship’s rhythmic rocking was able to lull Aja into a restless sleep. 

Aja woke some hours later to the patter of footsteps. She sat up, blanket pooling around her waist. A faint snore came from a few feet away, one of the other women rumbling in the dark. The ceiling creaked right above Aja’s head, signaling movement on the upper deck. Her father took the helm each night—only him—so who else was awake?

She grabbed the blanket and lifted it off her legs, slipping out of her hammock. Using her hands to feel along the roughened floor and wall, she guided herself to a corridor and crawled slowly through the dark, following the whispers as they grew clearer, tickling her ears as she ascended the stairs.

Thick fog greeted Aja as soon as she emerged into the night, turning what would’ve been familiar shapes into obscured shadowed figures. She stepped around blindly, straining her ears to pinpoint the direction the whispers had come from. 

The floorboards creaked as something shifted to her right. She twisted around, and was surprised to lock with brown eyes. Her muscles slightly melted, relieved to have found her father’s familiar face, but kept tense when reassurance never crossed his features, instead a flash of widened eyes, only to be quickly masked with his usual scowl. But Aja had still seen it. Neither of them moved, and somewhere out in the shroud, steps padded hurriedly against the deck. 

“Dad?” Aja whispered, heart pounding against her ears. “What’s going on?”

Ragnor surged forward before she could react and scooped her up in a swift motion, as if she’d been weightless. “No!” Aja cried out as the world spun, but it was futile, and with a forceful heave, she was tossed over the side of the ship.

Her body plunged into frigid water seconds later, sending instantaneous shock through her limbs. Her skin stung as if it were being pierced by thousands of pins. She kicked her legs frantically, searching for the surface, but it was impossible to tell which way was up in the darkness. Her lungs burned as she flailed desperately, and then the sea illuminated orange as the sky lit up against her left side. 

She felt it first, the deep rumble in the water, before hearing the muffled boom. Splintered debris rained down, narrowly missing her as she followed the glow toward the surface. She gasped once she breached and struggled to remain afloat against the angry waves that threatened to pull her back down. Red and gold painted the sky like a crimson sunset, only it wasn’t the sun meeting its moon, but Aja’s ship entirely engulfed in flames. 

The crew's anguished screams were the only proof of their lives as they burned to ash. Aja struggled against the waves as she yelled for her father, unable to make out any figures through the blaze, hoping that by some miracle he’d managed to jump after her, but the sea surrounding her was a graveyard of wood planks whose jagged edges tossed hard against her. 

Aja fought against the current, straining her arms to pull herself away from the ship. The heat of the flames licked her back, encroaching dangerously as she struggled to gain distance, but Aja refused to let herself sink to the bottom of the sea. She’d been given a chance by being tossed overboard, one her father might’ve paid for with his life. She weaved between debris, barely avoiding the larger, potentially lethal pieces. Splinters and small bits managed to pierce through the fabric and flesh that wrapped her legs, lodging themselves into her skin, but she continued to swim. 

Just as she thought she’d evaded the worst, something struck hard against her ribs. The pain was explosive. Warm blood pooled from her side, mingling with the ocean’s cold. She gasped, taking in mouthfuls of saltwater as she struggled to maintain control of her limbs, finding it impossible to tread water as dark spots began to fade in and out of her vision. 

Barely conscious, her body twitched, as if another mind had inhabited her skin. Her muscles began to pulse and throb before growing rapidly, stretching her arms and legs into thick, golden limbs. Large speckled bat-like wings protruded from her now scaly back. Her body’s instinct for survival had taken over her instinct to shield a secret. Aja had transformed into a dragon. 

The ocean became her ally as currents propelled her away from the wreckage, the waves cradling her as she glided toward an unseen shore. After what could’ve been minutes or hours, in her barely conscious haze time felt never ending, her body came into contact with rough sand. She clumsily climbed up, grains sticking to her dripping paws with each heavy step. Each breath that flared from her flattened nostrils grew more labored before she succumbed to exhaustion and collapsed into a mound with a muffled thud. She laid there as her body shrunk and morphed back into its human—weaker—self. Her vision blurred as she struggled to stay awake beneath the night sky. Sand coated her cheek, and coarse bits slipped between her lips as she inhaled and exhaled slowly, but her efforts to stay conscious were futile as the darkness enveloped her. 

[venu5ss]

—requests are OPEN

i’ve never done this before but i’m open to fanfic requests!

when requesting, outline what fandom, character, gender/pronouns used and storyline. feel free to request specific dynamics and preferences

i can do characters that aren’t listed, these are just my favourites

i’m also always open to feedback but please be kind :)

—fandoms and characters

—TV SHOWS + FILMS

avatar the last airbender

(zuko, haru, katara, sokka, suki, jet)

how to train your dragon

(hiccup, astrid, valka, eret, heather)

star wars

(cassian andor, jyn erso, anakin, padme, luke, obi-wan, ahsoka, han solo, mando, poe dameron, finn, rey)

arcane

(viktor, jayce, vi, caitlyn, sevika, mel)

—ANIMES

demon slayer

(akaza, tanjiro, inosuke, giyuu, obanai, mitsuri, shinobu, tengen, sabito)

jujutsu kaisen

(yuji, megumi, nobara, maki)

one piece

(zoro, sanji, luffy, ACE, nami)

—GAMES

red dead redemption

(charles smith, arthur morgan, javier escuella, sadie adler, lenny summers, john marston, ask in rqs for others)

the last of us (only played p1 so far)

(joel, tess, p2 ellie)

hogwarts legacy

(ominis gaunt, sebastian sallow)

overwatch

(cassidy, ashe, pharah, brig, zarya, genji, hanzo, kiriko, reaper, sojourn, venture, ask in rqs for others)

—what i will and won’t write

will

-fluff, angst, headcanons, can try smut

-wlw, wlm and gender neutral relationships

-character x fem or gender neutral reader, can do char x char but depends on the characters

won’t

-dark content (inc*st, abuse, p*dophilia, dubcon/noncon etc.)

-oc x reader

[mahoganyrust]

Kari.

He’s so bbg. Jack deffo yanks on those gayass feathers.

[zoguy1]

So. Every June, I try to challenge myself by posting something for Pride Month. For the past couple years, it's been ships with cute little pride flags. This year, the priority focus will be on the Trolls Summer Gift exchange. But at the very least I'd like to show ya'll the ones I've made in the past.

2022 bundle:

Bi Hiccup x Gay Jack. Fun fact: This was the first gay couple I've ever laid my eyes on as a young child. I saw this ship and thought "I want that kind of relationship."

Bi Tony x Gay Rudolph Watching the 2017 movie, these two reminded me of Luca and Alberto so much.

Aro Merida You get it? Cuz she's an archer. It's funny. Laugh.

Bi Nan Fang x Ace Fu Yao The headcannon was based off of a fanfic I read a while ago.

Demi Ace Xie Lian x Gay Hua Cheng. I sevearly enjoyed the series. I occasionally eat fics of these two as comfort foods.

Pan Xu Xuan x Trans Xiao Bai White snake was basically 2 hours of "What you are doesn't matter, it's who you are that matters", THEE Pansexual anthem, and then the second movie Turned Blanca into a guy? This is cannon.

Ace Liu Qingge x Bi Shen Yuan Imma be honest. I didn't like SVSSS very much. Yandere's are not my cup of tea. And I was really hoping Shizun would have gotten with Liu-shidi instead.

Gay Luca x Gay Alberto I'm so glad Luberto was actually confirmed to be somewhat cannon. Though Nowadays I see Luca as bi, cuz if we're counting the concept art as apart of the lore, then Luca had a crush on both Alberto and Giulia.

Gay Jade x Gay Katie. Kate is the first character I actually felt scene as a queer person.

Genderfluid Shi Qingxuan I freaking love them so much. Easily my favorite character.

Aro Nezha This kid knows chaos and only chaos.

Pan Adam x Gray Ace Freddy I saw this crossover on DA and thought they made so much sense together. Adam the literal personification of nature, and Freddy the unification of humanity and animals.

Non-Binary Merz x Lesbian Alice These two are OCs of mine.

Aro Lesbian Isabela and Aro Lesbian Elsa. I ship this in a sort of queer platonic way. Like a "we don't really want to date people, but everyone thinks we're dating, and we just don't care enough to correct them." kind of way.

Genderfluid Camilo I want the ability to shapeshift so badly.

Pan Ao Bing x Bi Xiao Jiu Ya'll get brownie points if you know which Ao Bing this is and double points if you know who Xiao Jiu is. Lol. It was a random crossover ship I made because the company liked to crossover their medias for advertisements, and we see the adults interacting and having fun, and Nezha joins them. But we don't see the two teenagers interact at all.

Bi Verta x Bi Li Yunxiang Another crossover ship I made up cuz I didn't see a lot of Nezha Reborn and White Snake crossovers. Which surprised me, especially after Green Snake.

Gay Jiang Ziya x Gay Shen Gongbao These two lived in the same house together for 10 years and adopted a daughter together. I am convinced these two are a married couple.

Bi Mirabel There was a little bisexual rainbow on her dress. That's proof enough for me. Lol.

Lesbian Amaya x Lesbian Janai I loved seeing their dynamic in the show.

Non-Binary Kazi I love them. I'm glad they got more attention in the show.

Lesbian Susie x Trans Noelle "Why does Noelle have antlers. Is she trans? The Null the Null the Null the Null..."

Non-Binary Kris I love them. They literally never said a word, and I love them.

AroAce Krel Based on a comic I made.

Aro Blaze Another OC.

Aro Douxie Idk why, but I get that vibe from him.

2023 Pack:

Furry Omni Toby x Furry Demigirl Darci The moment Darci said she didn't want people to like her just because she was a girl, I felt that in my soul.

Bi Steve x Pan Aja I am not convinced Steve is straight.

Pan Simon x Gay Ao Bing This ship was inspired by a youtube video that had a list of crossover ships, this being on of them. And I freaking love it.

AroAce Sun Wukong and AroAce Tang Sanzang In Monkey King Reborn, out of everyone in the friend group, you can just tell that these two cared about each other the most. And I think that's just sweet.

Fuck. I can only have 30 images per post. I'll reblog with the rest of the 2023 pack.

[c0nfessions-of-a-writing-freak]

Hi!

So.. any updates on "A Lightfury’s Guide to Stealing A Dragon Rider"?

👀👉👈

(P.S.: lov ur work ♡♡♡♡)

Hello! I should hopefully have some news regarding it soon!!! I've been busy planning and revising it and after a small break for exam season, I'm ready to get back into it. I can't wait for everyone to read it!