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New Home From Across the Sea | How To Train Your Dragon X Male Reader

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Description: Fly High Dragon King

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Prologue: New Home From Across the Sea | (You are here)

Chapter 1: Old Friends from the Starry Sky |TBW

Chapter 2: The Chieftain's Decision | TBW

Chapter 3: My Good Friend and Maybe Yours | TBW

Chapter 4: Understanding This Way of Life | TBW

Chapter 5: Convincing Her of Sky Bound Beauty | TBW

Chapter 6: Lifelong Friends Over War | TBW

Chapter 7: The Queen Faces the King | TBW

Word count: 3,705 words

The world was different for the boy that lived in the icy nest with the Alpha dragon. He was considered royalty among the rest of the winged creatures, and they all loved him dearly. Even outside the nest, dragons would flock all around to help him. He was found on a boat, abandoned by the rest as an infant. The boy was saved by two night furies that had brought him to the dragon nest.

The two didn't stay for long, but would come by to check on him. Y/n had spent two years learning how to act like the dragons. They would all take turns to care for the boy and Y/n would take care of them. Y/n would start helping out with raids as he rode one of the many dragons, usually commanding them what to grab and what to do. Even if he looked two years old, Y/n was a powerful soul.

After returning to the nest after the most recent raid, Y/n called out to the sky in hopes that his night fury friends would hear his call. The gods had answered his prayer as two pitch black dragons flew down and looked down to the h/c haired boy. Y/n's e/c eyes gleamed with excitement as he quickly got onto the e/c eyed night fury. The three of them flew up into the blue sky, Y/n grinning wide. The two dragons opened their mouths to shoot into the air, causing Y/n to giggle and kick his legs.

One of the shots was right in front of Y/n, and he screamed out in excitement as his face was covered in smoke and his hair slicked back. Y/n leaned his body down onto the dragon he was riding as he stroked his head. The other night fury made jealous grumbles as he flew right below the other. Y/n smiled at him and walked off the e/c eyed night fury, slipping down its wing to be caught by the green-eyed night fury. Y/n hugged the dragon, feeling so content at the moment.

“I love you guys so much. I promise I won't let anything bad happen to you.”

Y/n then roared out into the sky as it rumbled through the wind. The roar sounded like a dragon, as others roared in response. Many other dragons had flocked around the night furies and Y/n commanded them forward just as a king did to his subjects. They all followed as the green-eyed night fury took the lead, with Y/n still riding him, guiding them to a pool of fish. Y/n pointed down at the pool, causing all the dragons around to dive and catch their food.

“Everyone go eat! And save some for the other's back home!”

All the dragons growled in agreement as they all caught various amounts of fish. Y/n then instructed the night fury to fly down with the other dragons as Y/n collected as much fish as he could. Once the fish in the ocean were gone, Y/n had everyone fly back to the nest to feed the others. On the way Y/n snacked on one of the many raw fish he caught, sharing some pieces between the two night furies. The night furies dropped him off in front of the nest as he walked in with a deadly nadder.

He was so excited to share what he got with his huge dragon family. Y/n walked deeper into the icy nest, and to get all the dragon's attention he did his dragon call. It echoed throughout the whole nest, as all the dragons turned their attention to the small boy. Some dragons flew down to crowd Y/n, curious to what he had brought. Y/n jumped up and down in excitement, even if this was a daily thing.

“Time to eat! I brought everyone food!”

Y/n held up the fish he got and threw all the others to the expecting dragons. They all roared in delight, thanking the small boy for the food as he went to where the baby dragons were flying. He loved watching how carefree they were, even if they could be annoying sometimes. The baby dragons had found Y/n and started to pull him to their small nest. The parent dragon that was taking care of them today tried to pull the babies off of Y/n, but he insisted it was fine.

This was a daily occurrence, and Y/n loved feeling wanted by the babies. They only ever listened to him, as did all dragons, but the babies were a special case because they listen to no one. Y/n sat down in the nest with a baby Hideous Zippleback sitting in his lap. The other babies tried to push and shove the baby dragon, but Y/n held his hand up to stop them. The other babies stopped as the Zippleback cuddled into Y/n's small lap.

“You will all get your turns little ones, just a bit of patience.”

Y/n then started to pet and preen the Zippleback as its two heads caused small sparks of happiness. Y/n loved when the dragons had a small fiery reaction to him just being there. It was much how the night furies were when Y/n rode them in the sky. Y/n giggled as some sparks caught onto his hair, panicking the overseeing dragon. A big dragon paw hit Y/n’s face as the overseeing dragon pat out the small fire that started on Y/n’s h/c hair.

As Y/n helped clean the Zippleback, a baby monstrous nightmare and snuggled up to Y/n’s side. The other baby dragons saw this and all piled Y/n, causing him to fall back to the ground. Y/n was slightly suffocated by all the weight on his chest, making the overseeing dragon panic once more. Y/n was flailing in the pile, trying to breathe while the overseeing dragon pulled the babies off. The babies started to whine as they tried to get back onto Y/n, only to be stopped by the overseeing dragon. 

Y/n couldn’t help but burst out laughing at how needy the baby dragons were. The overseeing dragon bumped into Y/n’s back, making sure he was okay. He slung the dragon’s head over his shoulder and started to stroke its nose in hopes of calming it down. The baby dragons all flew away to go do whatever the gods know what, and Y/n’s waist had been trapped by the overseeing dragon’s tail. 

Y/n leaned into the overseeing dragon as one of its wings were draped over Y/n's lap. Y/n marveled at all the dragons that flew around the nest seeing how happy they looked. He closed his eyes with a soft smile, leaning deeper into the dragon that was cuddling him. The same zippleback Y/n was cleaning had placed itself back onto Y/n’s lap and fell asleep. Many of the other baby dragons had done the same, creating a cuddle pile.

This was the routine Y/n had lived by for ten full years, and he couldn't complain. There was this itch in his brain that he couldn't ignore, however. The other dragons had noticed the way Y/n looked at himself in the reflection in the water, and the majority conclusion to help was to steal books and items from the ships they looted. On usual raids, Y/n would only ever ask the dragons to steal food and help the other dragons that were trapped. On these raids, Y/n never went as the dragons claimed them to be too dangerous for him to join, but it was all because they wanted to bring these books and items back as presents.

Y/n had read through each and every book he had ever received from the dragons. Over the next five years he had memorized each and every page. The information felt so new to him, this was the other half of who he was. A viking brain and a dragon heart, both making him tough through and through. One book scared him though, the dragon killing book.

He knew that vikings had killed dragons, but he never wanted to admit it. He wanted to believe his dragon friends were safe from harm. But out in the open world, Y/n could only do so much. Y/n had wandered out of the nest and onto one of the rock formations connected to it, watching the dragons fly away to do whatever they wanted. Y/n then stumbled as he felt a gronkle nudge him closer to the edge.

Y/n started to panic the closer he got to the edge of the water, not wanting to get wet. Y/n heard the frenzy of dragons flying above him, a boat being pushed closer to Y/n. The boy was left confused as he looked at each and every dragon. A monstrous nightmare had brought Y/n his books and tossed them into the boat, pulling Y/n into it soon after. Y/n stood at the edge of the boat as all the dragons of the nest flew out and stood around the boy. 

“What’s going on? Is everything okay?”

The dragons all roared out in response, a low flame from their mouths lit up the area. Y/n finally understood what was going on. This was a farewell to Y/n as they all kept roaring. Y/n felt tears drip down his cheek as he was finally able to go out and explore. Y/n started to push the boat as he waved to the dragons. 

He couldn’t help but cry as he was leaving his home, his family. Y/n started to sail slowly away, but his boat started to rock slightly. He looked over the edge of the boat to see scauldrons helping him push his boat along. His tears dripped into the water as one scauldron rose its head out of the water to lick Y/n and gently squirt semi warm water on his face. Y/n giggled as his tears mixed with the salty seawater. 

Y/n had sailed like this for a month, before the scauldrons had to leave to find food elsewhere. Y/n understood and waved them off, as he was now alone. His boat floated in the sea, in no particular direction. All Y/n had were his books, so he decided to reread them over and over. Sometimes he would pass other viking’s ships and hear them singing, intriguing Y/n. 

He picked them up and would hum these sea songs to himself whenever he got bored with the books he read. He sailed for about two months, or what seemed like it because Y/n had no sense of time. It was dark as the moon reflected the moonlight. Y/n was laying on the boat’s floor as he slept soundly. Y/n’s boat suddenly crashed into a nearby rock formation, destroying the front of the boat and making it sink. 

The sound of crashing had alerted the chief of the island Y/n had crashed on. He ran toward the location and saw the boy almost being consumed by water, his books completely drowned and surrounding the boy. The chief dove into the icy water and brought the small boy to the shore. He called a few men to save the books while he pulled the small boy out of the water. Y/n yawned as he stretched his small arms and looked at the man holding him with his e/c eyes. 

The chief looked at the boy with a raised eyebrow, curious as to how such a small child sailed here all by himself. It concerned the muscular man, and the others that had now surrounded the chief. The chief’s wife ran up and saw the boy he was holding, taken aback that such a young boy had crashed into Berk. Y/n looked to the chief and then to the woman that had stood right next to him. He had seemingly no concern for almost drowning. 

“Where am I? And who are you all?”

The chief sighed in relief and put the small boy down on the floor as he stood by himself. The group of people were amazed by the boy surviving in the frigid water after crashing. The chief’s wife knelt down and checked the boy for any wounds, as if she was his own mother. One of the chief’s greatest friends that had a peg leg and a hooked hand joined the group to see the boy. The chief knelt down next to his wife and put his large hand on the boy's small shoulder.

“You are on the island of Berk. And where might you have sailed from?”

Y/n thinks for a moment to try to think of a place to say, but he can’t think of any. Y/n looks up at the chief, messing with the hem of his shirt. The chief had tilted his head in curiosity, trying to make sense of the boy’s actions of trying to self soothe. The chief’s wife kept her hands tenderly on the boy’s cheeks and looked at him with gentle eyes. Y/n felt an odd sense of comfort here.

“I do not know where I came from. I just sailed from the open ocean until I crashed onto this island.”

The group that surrounded the boy started to murmur themselves in whispers they thought Y/n couldn’t hear. Y/n looked around the group with curious, childlike eyes that could melt any soul into a puddle. But those very eyes held that of a dragon's. The chief's wife saw it in the boy, the soul he had and she was enthralled. The chief had a questioning look on his face, trying to find any reason why a young boy like the one in front of him would have sailed all the way out here on his own.

"I see. Well, I am Stoick the Vast. You have landed on Berk."

From that point on Y/n became apart of Stoick’s family. He was treated as just another Berkian by everyone else, even though his view on dragon hunting was different. Time went on, and Y/n became incredibly close with the village’s smith, Gobber. The two were a colorful duo, Y/n indulging in Gobber’s stories and Gobber teaching Y/n about dragon history as well as inventing. 

Stoick found the pair to be quite troublesome, but found it endearing nonetheless. Stoicks’ wife loved Y/n as if he were one of his own. She saw eye to eye with y/n about not wanting to hurt dragons and seeing no reason for it. Y/n was seemingly able to win everyone over.

After three years, people began to notice the lack of Y/n aging physically. Many tried to ask the boy, but he always managed to dodge the question. It always made Y/n really uncomfortable whenever he was asked. He just found his new family, there wasn’t anything that would pull him away from it.

It unsettled the chief, but Y/n never seemed to be affected when eating the raw fish so he tried to keep his worries low. In his mind the child was odd no doubt, but having Y/n with him for so long Stoick got attached. Stoick then decided to make it a rule for the village to never question Y/n’s habits or lack of aging.

Stoick had noticed Y/n’s uncomfortable feelings around the questions pertaining to his lack of physical aging, but there were more things he had noticed about the boy. Whenever Y/n would eat, his teeth would show, and they seemed sharper than normal. Not only that but Y/n only seemed to have a craving for fish, raw.

Over the three years of staying in Berk, Y/n tried his hardest to convince people not to hurt the dragons. It happened so often, the other vikings started to think Y/n was crazy. No one said that to his face though out of fear of Stoick’s wrath. Stoick tried to explain the reason for hunting dragons over and over but Y/n never accepted those reasons.

Things changed however, when the chief had a son. His birth son who was named Hiccup. Y/n was excited because not only was it someone who he could connect with at his age, but another person to his found family. Hiccup also changed Y/n because as soon as he was born, Y/n started to age physically.

The two boys grew up together, Y/n teaching Hiccup about the world and following Stoick everywhere to learn about the history of Berk. Hiccup found a passion with dragons, watching them from afar and seeing his father hunt them. Y/n noticed this affinity and decided to nurture it.

Y/n told Hiccup all that he knew about dragons, even things that other vikings never knew. Many considered the information to be made up or embellished, but it had Hiccup hooked. The two explored and did everything together. Y/n metaphorically attached himself to Hiccup, going everywhere Hiccup went.

As the two aged, both were considered weird and different. Albeit for different reasons, but they were reasons nonetheless. It was another thing the two boys connected over. Being outcasted by the village and having differences that others didn’t agree with.

When Hiccup was busy, Y/n found himself at the forge. Y/n’s other friend was Gobber. He loved helping him with inventions and weapon building. It became a pastime for the two to create new weapons and learn how to improve old ones. Gobber was another best friend to Y/n.

The closer Y/n got with Gobber, the more the urge to tell him about his past grew stronger. Gobber seemed to notice Y/n’s hesitance around him and the little slip ups when Y/n spoke to him. Eventually, Gobber decided to question the boy’s behavior. Both were in the forgery, working on weapons for the village.

“Mind telling me what all this talk of living with dragons means?”

Y/n immediately dropped the weapons he was working on, onto the floor. Fear crept up into his heart and he looked utterly dumbfounded. How did Gobber find out? Well to Y/n’s obliviousness, it was Y/n’s own fault.

Y/n turned around slowly, but kept his head down. Gobber raised an eyebrow at the boy’s behavior, but kept his silence. He wanted to hear the full story, he wanted to know about the boy’s past. It felt only right to Gobber that he knew based off how long Y/n’s been around him. Y/n took a deep breath and decided this was the time.

“It means how it sounds. Before I crashed onto Berk, I lived with dragons. I was raised by them. They taught me how to fish and survive. But then I left and well you know the rest after that…”

There was an uncomfortable silence between the two. It was only interrupted when Y/n went back to the weapons he dropped. The clanking of the weapons being placed on the table sounded more deafening as Y/n waited for a response from Gobber. Y/n’s mind raced with all the terrible what if scenarios.

“Well that's certainly on par with my dragon stories, wouldn’t you think?”

“Huh?”

That wasn’t a response Y/n was expecting at all. Sure, Gobber had his own tales of adventuring and such, but comparing it to Y/n’s was something the boy didn’t quite understand. Gobber only laughed at Y/n’s confusion and proceeded to tell him stories of how he lost his leg and hand. This ended up taking half the day and no new weapons were made.

The forgery were full of shared anecdotes and laughs. Y/n felt safer than he did before with Gobber knowing his secret. One thing that still plagued Y/n’s mind though was if Gobber was going to tell Stoick. Gobber noticed Y/n’s shift in mood once more.

“What’s on your mind, kiddo.”

Y/n stiffened once more, caught off guard with how perceptive Gobber was. It honestly astounded Y/n that he was, but he also remembered how close Gobber was to Stoick and all the battles the two fought with each other.

“You’re not going to tell Stoick are you?”

“Tell Stoick what, exactly?”

“My past… What I had shared with you.. Can you please not tell Stoick?”

Gobber had nodded, understanding Y/n’s unease with the chief knowing Y/n’s true past and who he really was. Albeit his past did explain Y/n’s strange behaviors and his defense for dragons, but Berk’s chief is one who is not as open-minded. After that, the two went back to chatting and just sharing stories once more.

Over the years, Y/n grew up in this new world as a viking. Learning and training, but not to hurt dragons. No, but to defend them and his found family from them. Y/n would convince Stoick to have Hiccup help with Gobber in the forge, much to Stoick’s dismay and concern. Hiccup would learn how to invent things with Y/n always by his side.

Y/n’s new home was not ready for Y/n, however. The gods seemingly having different plans for the boy. One faithful night would prove that Y/n’s two worlds of vikings and dragons would converge. Be it for better or for worse.

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[simplyaboy]

tw : yandere hiccup, smut

hiccup haddock is a pervert.

you would know. you're the one who has to experience it firsthand, after all. of course—you love hiccup dearly, the man is simply a lovesick fool at your hands. seemingly always has been. though . . . you'd argue he loves you a little too much. his fixation on you should be disturbing. it really should; but it isn't, and at some point, you grew to enjoy it. an absolute sweetheart in public, yet he's the same one stealing your panties. the same one who eats you out with hearts in his eyes, who whimpers when you pull at his hair just right, who overstimulates himself just to please you. and because his pull out game is shit. and gods, you wouldn't trade the poor man for anything. probably because he'd burn down and ruin countless lands trying to get to you, but that's beside the point.

[unoislazy]

Hello ! Sorry for my bad English, it's not my first language I do my best

First of all, I love how you write <3

Second, my request would be Hiccup getting jealous and confessing to fem!reader by accident

That's all !

Thanks for writing so well, I send you a little kiss

Hello!

Congrats you’re my first request!

I hope I could do your request justice, enjoy

Just Talk To Me!

Hiccup x Reader

Word Count: 2.8k words

Summary: You and Eret have gotten pretty close due to your constant fighting practice. Of course, a certain chief isn’t too happy about it but he has a bit of trouble trying to tell you why.

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“You’re getting better at this!” Eret praised, ducking under your fist as you swung at him. He continued to dodge your strikes as you smiled.

You both had begun sparring together a few months ago, after the whole Dragon War fiasco. You realized that without your dragon, you weren’t as strong or as agile as the other Vikings, so you asked Eret to help you train.

You swept your foot under him, finally taking him down and putting your foot on his chest, signifying that you had one the fight.

“Have I gotten better, or have you just gotten worse?” You asked teasingly, taking your foot off of him as he smiled up at you.

You held out your hand to help him up. He obliged, taking it as he stood up once again, wiping off his clothes from that dust that truly didn’t even seem to be there.

“You’ve certainly made improvements since day one. I can tell you that.” He said, stretching a bit. “You could definitely do well even without your dragon, if you’d ever need to.” He continued, looking back at both of your dragons who were simply chilling off to the side, as they often did when you two fought.

“Hopefully there never comes a time.” You said in a lighthearted tone, but you truly hoped there would never be a time where you’d have to fair without your dragon.

“I second that. It’s funny, I never thought I’d ever change my ways when it came to dragons. Yet here I am, looking after this beast.” Eret joked, patting Skull Crushers head lightly causing the dragon to groan and slightly shake its head in response.

“Well I’m glad you had it in you to change, who knows maybe I would’ve taken you down myself.” You gloated sarcastically, walking towards the pair as Eret smiled back at you, acknowledging your joke.

“Yeah you wouldn’t have made it even close.” He let out a chuckle as he watched your teasing smirk turn to a pout. You knew his teasing was all in good fun but realistically if it had come to it you would’ve taken him out if you needed to.

“Just cause I’ve gotten better doesn’t mean I wasn’t skilled to begin with.” You reminded.

“Fair. Now how about best two out of three?” Eret asked, getting into a fighting stance which you very quickly mimicked. Just as you both were about to start fighting you had heard a very familiar growl come from above. Your head shot up towards the noise and you spotted none other than Hiccup Haddock, the chief of Berk, flying above you.

“Guess not.” You joked, no longer standing in a ready position as you turned to face the aforementioned chief who had landed not too far away from the both of you. Hiccup hopped off of Toothless with ease, slipping his helmet off in the process, and walked over to the two of you with Toothless close behind.

“Morning you two.” Hiccup greated, earning a nod of acknowledgement from the both of you. “What are you guys doing all the way out here?” He asked but you noticed it wasn’t in the sense of his usual curiosity. There was an underlying tone that you could quite put your finger on so you figured you were just simply thinking too much into it.

You hadn’t really thought about it but you suppose you and Eret were more or less in the middle of nowhere in the woods. It was the most quiet place the two of you could find to practice in peace without going to the Arena.

“Eret and I have been sparring, I figured I should eventually learn how, considering most of my strength comes from them.” You said, gesturing to your dragon who was sleeping peacefully only to be startled awake by Toothless patting them on the head. You couldn’t help but laugh a bit, Toothless always reminded you of a cat in a way, you found it adorable.

“Alone?” Hiccup asked, which honestly surprised the both of you. You looked towards hiccup in confusion only to see the shock he had on his own face. Clearly he didn’t mean to let it slip out but it was too late to take it back now.

“Well no… our dragons are here with us?” You stated but you were so confused about the reasoning behind Hiccups question that you couldn’t seem to phrase it as anything other than a question. You all fell silent as Hiccup swayed his arms in an awkward fashion, something he only does when he’s trying to avoid talking about something.

Eret looked between the two of you, realizing he had no part in the conversation he simply cleared his throat.

“I’ll just leave you two be, I have some… things to take care of..” He excused himself, quickly hopping onto Skullcrusher and exiting the awkward situation as quickly as possible. Once Eret had flown away you quickly turned back to Hiccup who was clearly avoiding even looking in your general direction.

“Spill it.” You said bluntly causing Hiccup to finally make eye contact with you. His face held a confused look but you both knew what you were talking about.

“I don’t have a clue what you’re talking about.” Hiccup said, again clearly avoiding the topic as he walked over to Toothless. “Have you seen the new addition I added to Toothless’s tail?” It was clear he was trying to think of anything to change the subject because obviously there was nothing different about Toothless’s tail and you both knew that.

You crossed your arms as you stared at the brunette before you, your face holding an expression that clearly said ‘seriously?’. He dropped Toothless’s tail with a sigh before getting up and walking towards you. Silence quickly swept over the two of you as you continued to wait for Hiccup to say something. You raised an eyebrow at him before he blurted out,

“Have you seen the new scale armor?”, giving one more quick shot to derail the conversation.

“Hiccup.” You said quite sternly. “Spill it.” You repeated, your arms still crossed over your chest as you watched the man nervously fidget. He may be the chief but he still held some of his nervous quirks. Sure he had the ability to look powerful and calm when his people needed their chief, but when he wasn’t the ‘Chief of Berk’ he was just Hiccup.

Just Hiccup.

And you’d be damned if you said you didn’t love him. Ever since you met hiccup you knew he always tried to meet everyone’s expectations only to have a long history of falling short. Hiccup as he was was always overlooked, everyone looked to him to be ‘the Chiefs son’ the ‘next chief of Berk’ and the one he really struggled with, was ‘Stoick’s son’. No one ever truly looked at him as just Hiccup.

Well everyone except you.

You liked him from the very beginning when he was just a scrawny boy obsessed with earning his fathers approval. Did you have the courage to say anything about the way you felt? No of course not, why would you? As much as you loved to see him as ‘Just Hiccup’ you couldn’t deny the fact that he was still pretty far out of your league, especially given his title of ‘The Dragon Master’. What title did you have? Nothing.

Well you had the title of being one of his closest friends so you stuck with that as being enough for you.

“I just don’t think you and Eret should be so far away while training.” He finally spoke up. It was clear he was still keeping something from you but at least he gave you something to work with.

“Why?” You asked, trying to nudge more out of him. He put his hands on his hips. As he began to pace slowly in a circle.

“I don’t know, I just think it would be safer if you-“ Hiccup began only for you to cut him off.

“Hiccup we have two dragons here, one of them being Skull Crusher. I’d say it’s pretty safe to say nothings going to attack us out here.” You argued, now mimicking his pose with your hands on your hips.

“Well still I just don’t like the idea of you guys being alone.” He said, looking up at you. You rolled your eyes in response,

“Hiccup I already said, we’re here with the dragons. We’re not alone.” You stated as if it wasn’t getting through his head. It hadn’t even occurred to you that he was trying to hint at a different concern and you were missing the point entirely.

Your response only caused Hiccup to groan as his hand shot up to his face. He dragged his hands down his face as he turned around, now facing Toothless who simply looked at his friend in utter confusion. The dragon looked from you, then to Hiccup, then back to you. You simply shook your head with a shrug of your shoulders before Toothless walked away, deeming him your problem.

“Hiccup I don't understand why this is such a big issue to you, we used to be in the woods alone all the time together. You didn’t seem to have a problem with it then.” You stated quite bluntly.

“That was different!” He shouted. His face had ever so slightly turned the faintest hint of red, but it was still enough for you to notice. He seemed almost exasperated as you continued to swim around the very vague point that he was failing to get at.

“How was it any different than what me and Eret are doing? If anything it’s safer now because we’re both adults. Granted we did have a Night Fury with us back then…” You began to mumble to yourself, accidentally going off topic. Hiccup sighed, walking up to you and grabbing you by your shoulders. He was stern but still managed to be gentle as he forced you to look at him.

“I can’t control what you do or who you spend your time with, but I just don’t like that you and Eret spend so much time together, so far outside of the village, alone…” Hiccup said, practically laying it all out for you.

“Hiccup?”

“Yeah?”

“We’re not alone.”

Hiccup merely stared at you, eyes wide in shock as he tried to calculate your intelligence in that split second. He practically spelled it out for you and you still weren’t getting it.

What hadn’t occurred to him however, was that you had already caught on, you were just trying to get him to admit it himself. Granted, you had just caught on maybe seconds before, but you still thought it might be fun to mess with him a little. Besides, who were you to make the assumption that the Chief of Berk himself was jealous that you were spending time with another man. It could be considered a reach… Unless he just said it himself.

“Why don’t you want me to be alone with him so badly?” You asked, figuring you should try and at least break the loop that you two seemed to be stuck in.

“Because…” Hiccup began, trying to think of a way to phrase what he wanted to say. You waited patiently, just looking at him and occasionally switching your gaze over to the dragons who were chasing each other around.

“Because?” You repeated, waiting for his response. His green eyes staring back into yours. They looked almost as if they were trembling as they bounced between the features on your face.

“Why is it so hard to talk to you?” He shouted abruptly, quickly letting go of your shoulders and flung his arms into the air with an exasperated groan.

“If it was easier for you to tell me about the dragon you were keeping hidden from a village filled with bloodthirsty, war hungry Vikings, I’ m almost afraid of whatever this could possibly be.” You joked, trying to lighten his mood.

“It’s not the same thing.” He muttered in response as you laughed.

“How could anything you have to tell me be worse than that?” Hiccup sighed in response as he went back to pacing. Clearly it was his way of thinking about what to do next. It wasn’t a trait he often exhibited but you knew once he started pacing, whatever he was thinking about was pretty serious.

“It’s not about what I have to tell you, it’s about your response.” He finally said, you rolled your eyes lightheartedly. You’ve known this man for years, and in those years you’ve learned countless embarrassing facts about him that he had less of a problem about you knowing than ‘whatever he had to tell you’.

“What does my response have to do with anything? Hiccup, anything you have to tell me won't change anything.” You stated with a laugh as you tried to comfort him. You almost started to second guess what you thought he was going to tell you. If he was truly this worried about what he was going to say maybe it was actually a very serious matter?

“Ha, yeah you say that now.” He laughed sarcastically, quickly looking up at you before returning to his pacing.

“Hiccup, I'm serious.”

“So am I.”

If there’s one thing about Hiccup it was his stubbornness. Anyone would just shrug that off as a Viking thing but you knew if anything, it came from his father. As much as Hiccup would deny being able to compare to his father, he shared many similar traits with him. You knew it, his mother knew it, even Gobber knew it, but he frequently denied it.

Stubborn.

“Why are you so concerned about me and Eret in the first place?” You decided to bring up the last topic, because if he wasn’t going to get to the point, you were.

“Because…” He muttered quietly in response as if he was holding something back.

“Because what hiccup? Seriously, I know you have an issue with communication sometimes but you can't just keep dancing around the issue here-“ You rambled a bit but before you could continue, Hiccup interrupted you.

“Because I have feelings for you!” He blurted out suddenly.

You both froze. He turned away from you as you simply stared at him. He finally said it, he actually really said it.

“Hiccup…” You muttered quietly.

He didn’t move. He didn’t want to move. The last thing he wanted right now was to turn around and have to face the potential of rejection.

“Hiccup.” You called out again, walking towards him and lightly placing your hand on his shoulder. He finally turned towards you slightly, but he still refused to face you all the way. “You’re serious?” You asked, to which he simply looked at you with confusion.

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“At least one of us finally admitted to it.” You joked. For some reason Hiccup had registered that you were making a joke, but not necessarily what you were joking about.

“Yeah okay, go on, laugh it out- wait.” Hiccup quickly turned back to you. You nodded with a smile, confirming his suspicion as he clearly thought he had misheard you.

“Wait but- for how long?” He asked excitedly, almost as if he didn’t believe you. “Oh this is great! I thought you were going to hate me for even saying anything about it, but you’re not! You feel the same-“ He cheered, slightly beginning to ramble as all of his previous anxiety seemed to just melt away.

You smiled as you watched him celebrate before quickly planting a quick kiss on his cheek.

The man froze before you, clearly not expecting even such a small act of affection. You never knew him to be entirely bold, you always saw him as a very awkward man, but you watched as the awkwardness practically jumped out a window for a split second or so as Hiccup grabbed you by the waist and pulled you closer to him.

He was the last person you’d expect such a smooth act to come from, and honestly you didn’t mind it. His eyes drifted from yours to your lips in a matter of seconds as if he was silently asking for your approval, to which you nodded.

Before you knew it you were kissing the literal man of your dreams.

It was wonderful.

It was a very soft kiss, the perfect kind to be shared for the first time.

Once you pulled away you looked to hiccup before dramatically gasping.

“What? What is it?” Hiccup asked, panicking that he had done something wrong.

“Does that mean… you were jealous of Eret?” You asked with a joking smile.

“Oh come on- really?” Hiccup said, jokingly pushing you away with a laugh.

Safe to say you never let him live this moment down, and much to his dismay you had excitedly told your friends about it not too long after.

[libraryraccoon]

Twst Crack Imagine

I have seen a lot of Dragon!Reader that were all half dragon but hey- imagine a REAL dragon coming in Twisted Wonderland ??

Imagine Grim opening the gate and being in front of a dragon, like Toothless that can destroy him without even trying.

Imagine Crowley and the Housewardens confusion when they see that, or the others students-

"I don't remember taking something that morning..." -literally everyone cause there no way a real dragon is here.

Malleus seeing another dragon and being like "finally someone like me !" And just being the happiest dragon ever and the Reader is just happy that someone else speak their language (dragon language).

Imagine during the overblots-

Housewardens (-Kalim, +Jamil) *start to overblot*

Dragon/Toothless!Reader : *attack them with the deadliest thing Crowley have ever seen and not killing the overblotters by all the Universe luck.*

Don't mess with the dragon-

Reader will be more fear than Malleus because they are a dragon incapable of understanding humans.

You know how humans used to kill dragons (well, in HTTYD) ? Imagine a Dragon!Toothless!Reader trying to kill all the humans at the ceremony because they think that the humans will kill them.

Dragon!Reader in the ceremony outfit. Just that.

No because imagine how pissed Grim will be when he saw that a dragon, that can't understand humand language, have the ceremony dress, was choose by the Dark Mirror, but not him ??

Chaos. I call it, chaos.

Chaos will be all this school will know after the Dragon!Reader have come. Will the NRC survive ? Probably not.

Yeah, it was just a small idea like that- (I watched How To Train Your Dragon and now I can only think of that-)

[midnight-xx]

Could you write a hiccup x reader and r has a night or light fury? Maybe they meet when they both raid the same dragon trapper fleet?

Yesss ofc I can!!!! Btw reader has a light fury in this one bc I alr wrote a couple where reader has a night fury

INEFFABLE

Pairing: Hiccup x GN!Reader

Timeline: The beginning of HTTYD 3

Synopsis: During a raid, Hiccup finds the possible future of the night fury population and the Haddock bloodline

— ཐི♡ཋྀ—

Hiccup and Toothless crept through the ship, examining the cages where innocent dragons were held. The rest of their friends were spread out on the ship as not to attract too much attention to their mission.

“What is it, bud?” Hiccup asked as Toothless sniffed the air. The night fury looked over in one direction before creeping over to whatever he smelled.

“Hey, come back!” Hiccup whisper-yelled as he followed after his dragon. Toothless continued on his mission as Hiccup caught up to the night fury.

Hiccup finally saw what Toothless smelled. Weaving among the cages was a person and what looked like a night fury, but white and with a few different features. Toothless looked between Hiccup and the two excitedly, his tongue lolling out of his mouth.

”Is that… another night fury?” Hiccup asked, but then took a closer look. “No, maybe we should call it something else.”

“I call her a light fury,” A voice said from behind him. Hiccup whipped his head around with a quiet yelp to look at the person that snuck up behind him.

They raised an eyebrow. “Are you okay?”

Hiccup’s look of bewilderment changed to one of mild astonishment when he saw them. “O-oh yeah, I’m fine. Perfect, even.”

“If you say so,” the person said. “Anyways, is that a night fury?”

“Yeah, his name is Toothless,” Hiccup replied.

“…why would you name him Toothless? He has tee— oh,” The person cut themself off when they saw the night fury’s teeth retract.

The two riders watched as Toothless and the light fury sniffed each other excitedly and warily, respectively.

“Hiccup? Hiccup!” A few voices called out from not far away, and the aforementioned man recognized them as his friends.

“I’ll see you around, eh?” Hiccup asked as he watched the other person leave.

“Yeah. Maybe.” The person slunk off into the shadows, then suddenly reappeared. “Oh yeah, my name’s (name).”

“(Name)…” Hiccup respected quietly, liking the way it sounded on his tongue.

“Bye,” (Name) said, again, and finally disappeared along with their dragon. Only a second later, the rest of his friends found Hiccup rooted to the spot and staring at the spot where (name) disappeared.

Toothless crooned disappointedly, and Hiccup sighed. “I know, I feel ya bud.”

Hiccup glanced at the spot one last time before climbing onto Toothless’s back and flying away on silent wings with his friends, a warm feeling in his face despite the cool night breeze.

— ཐི♡ཋྀ—

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ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ʙʏ ᴍɪᴅɴɪɢʜᴛ

[myloveobbsessed]

Ａ Ｄｒａｇｏｎ’ｓ Ｄｉｓｌｉｋｅ

•••

Genre: fluff

Warnings: none

Characters: Hiccup Haddock x Femreader (though readers gender is never specified so I guess it could also be a gn)

Notes: (d/n) - dragons name

•••

Since the day you first met Hiccup, your dragon had harbored a clear… dislike for him. While they toned it down whenever you were around, the moment you were out of sight, their hostility became more apparent.

You weren’t entirely sure why (d/n) didn’t like Hiccup he hadn’t done anything to provoke them but you figured they would eventually warm up to him. However, as time passed, it became clear that wouldn’t be happening anytime soon.

As you help your boyfriend dry off, he peels away his soaked armor piece by piece, leaving him shirtless and down to his wet shorts, which he decides to keep on. Nearby, (d/n) watches the two of you intently, with Toothless sitting calmly beside them. The air is cool, and droplets of water still cling to his skin as you work to dry him off.

You sighed as you ran a towel over Hiccup’s damp hair, watching as he shivered slightly from the cold. “You’d think by now you’d learn to dodge,” you teased, earning a playful glare from him.

“It’s not my fault your dragon has it out for me,” Hiccup muttered, shaking some water from his hair.

A few feet away, (d/n) sat with Toothless, their eyes locked onto Hiccup with an almost smug look, as if satisfied with their handiwork. Hiccup eyes at (d/n) with an annoyed look. Before his gaze turns to you when hearing you sit down beside him.

“I don't get it have I done something in my past life to offend their bloodline?” His words emit a small chuckle from you.

You smiled, shaking your head as you continued to towel off his hair. “I don’t think it’s that deep, Hiccup. (d/n)’s is just… protective.”

Hiccup scoffed, shooting a glance at your dragon, who still hadn’t looked away. “Protective? More like determined to see me six feet under.”

You chuckled, setting the towel aside before leaning in to press a soft kiss to his temple. “Oh, come on, it’s not that bad.”

Hiccup raised a brow. “Not that bad? I’ve been nearly drowned, singed, and nearly drop-kicked off a cliff. If Toothless wasn’t around, I think (d/n) would’ve actually gone through with it.”

You turned to look at your dragon, who simply blinked at you innocently. Toothless, on the other hand, let out a chuff, clearly amused by the entire ordeal. With a sigh, you gently squeezed Hiccup’s hand. “Maybe they just don’t think you’re good enough for me,” you teased, grinning playfully.

Hiccup groaned, dramatically flopping back onto the ground. “Great. Even your dragon has high standards.” You laughed softly, shaking your head. “I won’t let it come to that.”

Hiccup sighed, his fingers idly brushing against your hair as he gazed up at you. “You know, I’d actually feel touched if the threat to my life wasn’t so… persistent.”

Glancing over at (d/n), you noticed them still watching intently, their tail flicking as if they were waiting for the perfect moment to strike again. Toothless, ever the mediator, let out a small huff and nudged (d/n), as if telling them to behave.

You smiled, your thumb tracing small circles against his chest. “Maybe (d/n) just needs more time. Or maybe they’re just jealous.”

Hiccup quirked a brow. “Jealous? Of me?”

You nodded playfully. “Think about it they’ve had me all to themselves for so long, and now here you come, stealing my attention.”

Hiccup smirked. “Well, I am pretty great.”

“Mm, debatable.”

“Hey!”

Your laughter mixed with his, (d/n), still watching, huffed and turned away as if uninterested, but you could tell they were still listening. Hiccup sighed again, his smile softening. “Well, whether (d/n) likes it or not, I’m not going anywhere.”

You leaned down, pressing a lingering kiss to his lips. “Good,” you murmured, feeling his lips curve into a smile against yours. “Just give it time, love. They’ll come around.”

•••

Despite Hiccup’s attempts to win over (d/n) even resorting to bribes their dislike for him remains unwavering. No matter what he does, (d/n) refuses to budge, still determined to keep you all to themselves.

You sit beside Hiccup as he spreads out his map, pointing to the areas he’s already explored and the ones he still plans to check out. His explanation is cut short when (d/n) suddenly sprawls out across the map, making themselves comfortable without a care.

Hiccup sighs in exasperation while you immediately try to push them off, but (d/n) remains stubborn, clearly enjoying their spot. “(d/n) get off you're gonna ruin it”

(d/n) merely flicks their tail, looking up at you with innocent eyes as if they have no idea what they’re doing. You groan, trying once more to shove them off, but they remain firmly in place, wings slightly unfurling as if to claim even more territory.

Hiccup, rubbing his temple, lets out a dry laugh. “Oh, now they want to be part of the planning? Great. Maybe they can lead the next expedition too.”

(d/n) snorts, shifting slightly but not to get off the map. Instead, they place their head right on top of an important marked location, making sure to smudge the ink slightly with their snout.

Hiccup stares in horror. “You have got to be kidding me.” you give him on trying to move them and look towards Hiccup. “Hey why don't we go flying you ride on (d/n) and ill take toothless. Maybe they just need one on one time with you”

Your boyfriend looks at you raising a brow. “Are you sure that's a good idea?”

(d/n) lifts their head slightly at your suggestion, their eyes narrowing at Hiccup as if they also question your logic.

You flash your boyfriend a reassuring smile. “Come on, it’s worth a shot. Maybe if they spend some time with you, they’ll finally warm up.”

Hiccup crosses his arms, glancing warily at your dragon. “Or they’ll take this as the perfect opportunity to drop me in the ocean.”

You chuckle, nudging his side. “They wouldn’t do that.”

(d/n) lets out a slow, deliberate snort.

Hiccup gestures toward them. “See? Even they aren’t convinced.”

Still, despite his reservations, he stands up, brushing off his tunic. “Alright, fine. But if I end up stranded in the middle of the sea, I’m making you come get me.”

You grin, stepping over to Toothless as you prepare for takeoff. “Deal.”

Hiccup hesitates before cautiously approaching (/n), who watches him with unreadable eyes. “Okay, uh… be nice, alright?” He carefully reaches for the saddle, waiting to see if (d/n) protests.

(d/n) doesn’t move—yet.

With a deep breath, Hiccup swings himself onto their back. The moment he settles in, (d/n) immediately bolts into the sky at full speed, wings flapping wildly as they ascend with way more force than necessary.

Hiccup yelps, clinging to the saddle. “Nope! Nope! Bad idea! Very bad idea!”

You laugh as Toothless takes off after them, watching as (d/n) does a few extra sharp turns, clearly testing Hiccup’s grip. “They’re just giving you a proper flying experience!”

“This isn’t a flight—it’s a survival challenge!” Hiccup shouts back.

(d/n) rumbles in amusement, their tail flicking mischievously. After (d/n) was done with their little circus act they began flying upside down. “Hm I never seen them do that before…” you mumble with a small tilt of your head

You fly toothless closer to hiccup who's upside down an unamused looking on his face. You let out a small chuckle. “How's it hanging?” your boyfriend rolls his eyes tightening his grip. “Haha you're hilarious”

You plant a kiss to his cheek “don't let go that's what they want”

Hiccup lets out a dramatic sigh, though the slight pink dusting his cheeks doesn’t go unnoticed. “Oh, now you tell me,” he grumbles, adjusting his grip as (d/n) gives an extra little tilt just to mess with him.

You laugh, patting Toothless affectionately before nudging him a bit closer. “Look on the bright side at least they’re having fun.”

Hiccup gives you a deadpan look. “Oh, fantastic. As long as someone is enjoying this.”

(d/n) finally flips him back upright, and Hiccup lets out a breath of relief until (d/n) suddenly drops into a steep dive.

Your boyfriend lets out another startled yell, and you call after him, barely containing your laughter. “Hang in there, babe!”

Toothless lets out a chuff of amusement as you fly after them, watching as (d/n) pulls up just in time, gliding smoothly over the treetops. Hiccup, now pale and clutching the saddle for dear life, glares up at you once you catch up.

You lean in slightly, smirking. “See? You survived.”

“Barely.”

Still grinning, you reach over and ruffle his already wind-tousled hair. “Don’t worry, babe. If they really wanted to get rid of you, they’d have let go a long time ago.”

Hiccup groans. “Wow. So comforting.”

•••

[knight-hiccup]

━━━━━MAELSTROM DRABBLE✦

A little spoiler to feed you all until book 2 & 3 finally arrive hehe 💗

Hiccup quietly sketches you when you’re lost in your own world, capturing fleeting moments he cherishes. He draws you tying up your hair or braiding it with deft fingers, strands catching the light like spun gold. On the cliffside you both love, he traces the curve of your silhouette against the windswept horizon. In the hall, he sketches you with your palm propped under your chin, eyes closed, a faint smirk betraying your attempt to block out Snotlout and Tuffnut’s chaotic antics. His favorite, though, is when a sunbeam bathes you in a warm glow, illuminating your features like a living Valkyrie. Sketching you is more than a pastime for Hiccup—it’s his way of preserving the beauty of those unguarded moments.

[mathitas]

Watching Httyd with Leo (there’s some Httyd1 spoilers)

Let me know if you’re interested in a part 2!

Leo Valdez x Gn!Reader

It was obvious to anyone who met Leo that he had a thing for dragons. I mean, he literally made one.

His room was full of dragon figures, truly everywhere. Hiccup and the light fury were there as well. Most of them were handmade and he was currently working on his collection, since he was looking forward to making all of the dragon from the movies.

Of course you noticed it almost immediately, and you could only listen to how your boyfriend yapped about anything involving those creatures. He went on for hours, really.

If you already knew a lot of things about dragons, he taught you something new, and it made him really happy to talk about it with you

If you don’t really know a lot about them, he explained everything to you so carefully, trying to make you understand how amazing they really are.

If you like Httyd, you told him when you saw his little figures, and he was so excited and insisted you watched it together just to spend the entire night commenting every single detail.

If you’ve never watched the movies and he found out, Holy Hera, prepare. He’s so gonna force you to watch them with him, and he’s gonna give you a preparing speech before and after each movie. He’s holding himself from commenting every scene, and checking your reaction at his favorite parts. He cares about you, so he really wants you to enjoy this piece of media he’s so fond of.

When you do like it, he’s so happy.

He would make you try to recreate the scene from the first movie on Festus, not that he would ever admit it. He tries to get you to fly with him many times.

And let’s be honest, it would feel just as cool as the movies.

He probably feels so giddy and happy flying on his dragon, I just can imagine him trying to recreate the movies or feeling like Hiccup.

He definitely tells you you’re his Astrid, no matter your gender. You could disagree, but he wouldn’t care. He’s Hiccup and Astrid’s his love interest, of course you’re Astrid.

After watching the first movie, he’s gonna try and make you watch everything else in chronological order. If you decide to, he’ll be the happiest man alive. He’s already got the popcorn ready.

He’d so make you dragon keychains and everything to match his.

He’s such a dragon kind of guy.

He just thinks they’re so cute, cool and scary at the same time.

They turn him into an expert yapper, and you couldn’t be happier any other way.

[sugarp0p0]

Httyd characters headcanons series

You ride a triple strike (1)

Hiccup

. He would be amazed by your taming skills tbh because it took them sm to tame the triple strike they had at the edge so it left him flabbergasted when he saw that your dragon was one

.questions. alot of them actually but obviously you wouldn't mind and will answer all his questions

.your dragon and toothless get along really good so it only made sense you two got along(😉)

Astrid

.I think she would find your flying skills and bond with your dragon very impressive

.races. alot of them as we all know Astrid is very competitive so do expect alot of challenges and races comming your way from the blonde

.stormfly and you dragon get along very very well (expect to hear that alot actually)

.you are one of the few people Astrid trust her dragon with

Snotlout

.to me snotlout wouldn't really care what dragon you fly as long as he doesn't think your dragon is better then hookfang (he has a big ego okay leave ma boy be)

.Will try to impress you with his flying skills, but yk hookfang does love to tease and embarrass his rider in any way possible

.I think hookfang would listen to you more then he listens to snotlout wich at first angered him but he learned to love it eventually

[enderfenderdragon]

just more thoughts-

hiccup x reader who is part night fury?

like the reader has toothless's wings, ear and tail... but with the human body as the rest.

i dont know.

just thought about how he would react about you and how he would react when he or you/reader stumbled into him.

maybe in the woods and your cautious about anyone but cloudjumper and toothless?

maybe the reader is friends with the light fury? just for more plot?

[enbyenvy666]

welcome to my bog blog!

hiya! my name is hex and i write xreader fics! i only write male (cis and trans) and gn reader as i feel like there aren't enough out there :). i am dyslexic and have tools inplace to help me, but if i ever make mistake please let me know! (and if it's a funny mistake please laugh)

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WILL WRITE

masc (cis and trans) and gn reader only (non-binary included) sfw nsfw angst (usually with a comfort ending tho! but only because im a big baby) comfort dubcon (but only slightly dubious) bdsm/kink heavy (if not mentioned in WON'T WRITE section i will probably write it) headcannons more than one character xreader all characters must be over 18 or will be aged up to be 18+

WON'T WRITE

fem!reader noncon ageplay yandere (simply because i've never written it before and don't read it either) underage piss/scat or other kinks of that nature (not shaming people who do like it! i just don't feel comfortable writing it) incest or stepcest

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boku no hero academia (not up to date) - will write any character EXCEPT: endeavor, mineta, eri/any child character (unless it's platonic) - all characters will be aged up to be 18+ (unless the character is canonically under 12) obey me (not up to date) - will write any character EXCEPT: luke (unless it's platonic) how to train your dragon (childhood fav that doesn't get enough content) - will write any human character hazbin hotel/helluva boss (newest fixation lol) - will write any character (platonic only for Alastor as he is aroace)

[rainynightmoonlight]

More About You | How To Train Your Dragon X Male Reader

The description is down below. This is also on my Wattpad and Quotev! Enjoy!

Description: Fly High Dragon King More about you: More about you | (You are here) Prologue: New Home From Across the Sea Chapter 1: Old Friends from the Starry Sky |TBW Chapter 2: The Chieftain's Decision | TBW Chapter 3: My Good Friend and Maybe Yours | TBW Chapter 4: Understanding This Way of Life | TBW Chapter 5: Convincing Her of Sky Bound Beauty | TBW Chapter 6: Lifelong Friends Over War | TBW Chapter 7: The Queen Faces the King | TBW

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Name: Y/n

Sexuality: Bisexual

Age: 16

Height: 5'7

Appearance: H/L H/C hair, Shiny E/C eyes, S/T skin, sharp canines, scales on his fingertips and back but only when emotionally or environmentally triggered.

Personality :Protective, Goofy, Oblivious, Curious, Caring, Understanding, Leader, Teacher

Other notes: Y/n was raised by dragons which caused his body to adapt to be just like them. Y/n hates cooked fish and prefers it raw and loves cooked mutton. Y/n can't stand baths and doesn't understand how they work. Y/n loves to fly on dragons, preferably without the saddle but can manage. He loves to help Hiccup and teaching him about dragons, weaponry and all the other information he's learned. Hiccup helps Y/n with viking customs the best he can. Gobber is Y/n's best friend and is the only one who knows about Y/n's history. Stoick considers Y/n family and loves him to death, but can get irritated with him easily.

Likes: Ice cold water, raw fish, dragons, Hiccup, weaponry, building, dragon riding, fishing with dragons, taking care of dragons.

Dislikes: Hurting dragons, seeing people hurt dragons, not being able to protect Hiccup, people talking down to Hiccup, cooked fish, itchy clothes, being judged, being feared, bathing

Love interests:

Astrid

Hiccup

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[oncewhenalongtimeago]

Floret pt 2

Pairing: Unrequited!Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III x Reader

Words: 2742

It’s time. You pass without fanfare, and life moves on. Hiccup reminisces.

Tags: angst, unrequited love, hanahaki, flower disease, heartsickness, gn reader

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You were tired.

Death by flower was the coward’s way out. It was more honorable to go on your own terms, not led by some silly organ-led emotions. It was unvikingly. It was dishonorable. You hadn’t the courage or mind to die by any other terms, though. You didn’t want to die, and wasn’t that a bitter thought?

You’d always known that you might not have a choice.

You closed and opened your eyes in odd intervals as you strolled through the new forests. Your direction was aimless, just as it had been for many days. Sometimes it would bring you back into the village for food you couldn’t eat, sometimes it would bring you to other unreachable parts of the forests.

From lived experience, you knew that half of the danger of the flower disease was malnourishment. You’d seen plenty die to that before the roots and blossoms had grown tall enough to choke and to suffocate. 

You wondered which death would claim you first.

You could, appropriately, feel your days coming to an end. You hadn't had much energy for a long while. 

Besides making it harder to breathe, your flowers made it near impossible to eat. As soon as anything touched the back of your throat, you’d be sent into another coughing fit. 

The higher fields located above on the cliffs were unreachable to you, who was too weak and weary to climb upwards. 

After you expended the last of your reserves finding your way through a thicket, you stopped by a small stream, hoping to find a quiet place to rest.

You stared at the ever-moving water. You imagined what it would be like, to be so unaffected, to run so free.

This new island had all the right parts, just in all the wrong places. The same plants, trees, grass, oceans- It all made you miss home. Berk. You wanted for trickling streams and cool, running rivers; not these, but the ones you’d known better than yourself once upon a time.

Lazily, after a moment of blank staring, you found yourself eyeing your own reflection in the water. You couldn’t say you were anything to gawk at with bags under your eyes and the hollows of your cheeks stark and deep.

The large coat you wore made you look imposing. Wise. 

You didn’t feel like either of those things, but you did feel… settled, almost.

You lowered yourself between two rocks by the creekside, filled with a sense of nostalgia. They cradled you gently, the dirt beneath you deep and dipping, slightly damp. It was the first time you’d been comfortable in a long while, or as comfortable as you could have been as roots burrowed through soft, mucousy flesh.

It was a good place to think. A nice spot to nap. 

If you cut it down to its most simple parts, you would have to say that Hiccup was the sun.

You stared up into the empty blue sky, laced sporadically with clouds in the shape of thin white cotton. It was bright out, almost painfully so.

You used to liken him to a star, but like a stray sheep, he’d left for brighter, more suited pastures. You were the night sky, a dark blanket with no light, an empty background. Stifling, perhaps. Unwarranted, unwanted.

Maybe it was out of some subconscious effort that you’d decided you’d have to take matters into your own hands. You were your own stars, now. Every petal was a new blinking star in the night sky, every leaf a constellation. 

That was a better alternative to the truth. It was a sweet lie.

You blinked, half lidded eyes feeling heavier than the weight in your limbs, under the burden of your own throbbing heart.

None shone as bright as him. The rest- they’d only been mirrors, charcoal smeared onto paper, wasted likenesses. Maybe if you’d had more- more people, friends, lovers- …Perhaps, if he hadn’t been your only star- if you’d had more people to love, you wouldn’t have cared for those seeds so thoroughly.

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There is no one else for you, is there?

He couldn’t get what you’d said out of his mind. 

You’ve loved her since we were kids.

It- It was a tickling thought, something he hadn’t paid much mind to, not at first. He’d been wondering where you’d been going off to these past few days. 

What’s right is… different.

He’d stumbled upon it earlier.

He’d been pushing through old brambles, searching for you when no one else would. You weren’t known well enough for anyone in the village to chase after. You weren’t known well enough for anyone to care- or to- to even recognize when you’d gone missing. 

You were close to Hiccup.

His breath caught. 

Neither you nor Hiccup ever expected to die in a blaze of glory, so perhaps it was fitting.

There were no fancy arrangements or large, bursting bushels, no curling, dramatic vines or unveiling of roots to signify some grand and important passing. It was a simple, narrow clearing with sparse dustings of flowers, not extravagant but no less precious. 

The pansies were in a varied state of birth, bloom and wilt. Already, there were pods ripe with seeds dotting the grasses around solid boulders and swaying trees, sprouting from the first just around your final resting place.

Hiccup would not have recognized it for what it was if he hadn’t seen your body, graying and cold, wedged between the rocks. 

You’d been off, recently. Out of it. Or maybe you’d been off for a long while- silent, solemn, lonesome.

A heavy weight fell on Hiccup’s chest. 

He wondered how long you’d been suffering.

He wondered why he hadn’t noticed, why it was that you’d spent your last days alone.

Sometime between adolescence and adulthood, you’d grown. You’d been able to cast off the confusion and awkwardness that had bonded the two of you together. Where there was unsurety and gawkiness before, there grew a sense of wisdom and a deep sort of knowing. 

He’d never expected you to-... You’d always been there, in the back. It hit him slowly- now that you were gone, it felt as if all the answers seemed to have gone with you.

Mind absent of process and reason, Hiccup bent down, and, gently, pulled a few pods from their stems. He hadn’t the faintest clue why, how, or what he was doing, but grief did many odd things to a person. 

He stalled. It didn’t feel right to move, not with his limbs feeling so stiff, as if his flesh had become solid around bone, tense. 

Hiccup inhaled deeply. To disturb your dirt- it felt sacrilegious. He would leave your body as it was. He intended to.

It would need to be burned if not now then eventually- soon. The flowers would overrun the island.

Hiccup just hadn’t the heart to do it himself.

Perhaps he’d sew the seeds in a pit by his house. Maybe he would keep them in a pot by his workbench, though he’d never been the type to grow anything so delicate. He’d never been the type to care for plants at all, in fact. 

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Hiccup rubbed his creased brows, sitting at a full table, papers and effects spilling off of the sides like waterfalls. 

Even after all these years, the feeling that he just wasn’t cut out for this life still hadn’t left him. He didn’t enjoy this.

He didn’t like directing Vikings, managing houses or organizing expeditions. Trying to keep everyone in line was stressful. Being in charge of the upkeep of all the storehouses and events and stock was unbearable.

He couldn’t just fly off when he needed to take a break. 

Hiccup dealt with it, but sometimes, even keeping up with his friends was difficult. His family. Snotlout, the Twins- they definitely got on his nerves now a lot more than before. Fishlegs was helpful. The most help, though, came from Astrid.

Not in the typical sense. She was a doer, not a manager. She was a pusher and a fighter and sometimes that was just what he needed to force himself to keep going. Astrid, truly, was strong. Their relationship was the same. Good, sturdy. 

She valued capability, and boy did he try to be capable. He proved his worth time and time again. She loved him for it. It was all he’d ever wanted. At least, that’s what he thought. Still, he wondered if she’d ever thought of being with someone else- If she’d wondered if she was better off alone the same way he did, staring up at the ceiling during cold nights, her back turned far away from him; if he was good for her- if she was good for him.

It was a lot of work to constantly meet her toe-to-toe, especially in times when he just needed rest.

But no, Astrid was good. Perfect, even. 

He hated the thought, because she’d never done anything to deserve that kind of thinking. Him, being there- that’s what she needed and deserved, because there were hundreds of Vikings who would kill to be in his place. Because if he couldn’t keep up, then why was he here? Why had he wasted so much of her time?

No. She’d chosen him. 

She’d chosen him.

Hiccup clung to that phrase like a mantra, eyeing the pot on the windowsill.

He frowned at the wilting leaves, pushing up from his desk, his chair sliding back against wood, scraping. 

He moved towards the sill.

 He kept a watering can there, always filled. It was the least he could do.

It had been slightly displaced during some time or other. There was a noticeable mark under where it usually sat which Hiccup grimaced at. No matter how many times he tried to brush it off, it was still there. 

He reminded himself to try sanding it off later if he had time, though that would probably fall to the wayside, same as many of his other crafts.

By it, there was a flower on the sill in a pot. Caring for it had effectively become part of his routine. 

It was difficult at first, just another thing he had to keep up with. But over time he found that it was relaxing, unwinding in a way he’d never have thought. Even when he was at his busiest, he’d found time for it. He’d been careful to prune dead and unwieldy branches. To pick out weeds, bring it in during the winter and replace the soil every spring.

He realized with displeasure that he had been neglecting it.

Astrid sometimes looked at him oddly for the hobby though she never said anything, probably wondering why he’d picked it up so suddenly in the first place. 

Hiccup scratched his beard, watching as water sunk deep into the pot soil. 

He smiled faintly as he heard hurried footsteps march up the porch to the Haddock home, too light to be Astrid or Gobber or any one of the other Riders.

The door swung wide open as his children burst through, trampling wood as they ran in. 

He caught a glance of the outdoors in his periphery as the door swung shut. 

It was a bright day outside, paths littered with small purple and white flowers. The fields, he knew, would be blooming too. Even after the burning, they were still there. 

As he’d predicted, the flowers eventually crept into the village. As he hadn’t, they didn’t get in the way of the crops or paths or anything else of the sort. They didn’t drown out the fields, either, hardly suffocating as he’d expected.

There had been a bustle before, some mild annoyance as people beat them back, but after the initial irritation, well, it was quite plain to see- they weren’t malicious. 

They were easy to get used to, and so after a while, most decided just to let them be. They became just another part of the island, though there was some prevailing confusion as to where they had come from.

A little body stopped right next to him, standing on her tallest toes as she also made an effort to examine the soil. She let out a groan right after, probably very quickly coming to the realization that there wasn’t much of anything interesting to look at -at least not for her- which was just as well, he supposed.

“Why do you water the pansies?” Came the annoyed voice of his daughter as Hiccup placed the watering can back onto its rightful spot on the sill, “There are so many outside already.”

Hiccup furrowed his brows again, trying to find the right words. He was at a loss trying to figure out how to answer. He didn’t know how.

“...A good friend of mine gave them to me.” He tried the phrase on his tongue. Still, even after he said it, it didn’t feel quite right.

It was true, in a way. Ignoring Hiccup’s own part in harvesting them, you’d given everyone and the whole island some sorely needed color.

Maybe his daughter could tell he was sort of unsure himself as she snorted, the same way she did whenever she wrinkled her nose and looked at him with what he could only call befuddlement.

He didn’t look at her.

After some thinking, privately, he decided that they reminded him of the way you used to look at him, like he was the only thing you’d ever cared for. He used to shy away from it, but now, especially in times like these, he missed it.

He stared at the soft petals as she wandered off, loudly dragging her brother along with her.

Hiccup could say that, in part, the flowers were reminiscent of better times- that would also be true. He wasn’t sure which ‘better times’ he was referring to though. He could mean the times he spent out with the Riders or the ones he spent with Toothless soaring over the archipelago, but also, faintly, he remembered all the quiet times you two had spent together after the fact, still moments and stolen peace.

He recalled the way the fire looked as the two of you sat across it in the early hours when everyone else had gone to bed, when even the crickets were silent and the licking heat and crackling sparks were the only things that existed. He’d spent the time talking to you, the two of you whispering in loud and hushed voices. 

He could almost smell the burning logs, feeling his arms twitch, recalling the way his arms flexed and stiffened as he fed sticks and stumps into the pit.

He felt sort of odd caring for the flowers sometimes when his reminiscing would bring him and his watering can to the bushes on the outskirts of New Berk, when the feeling would ghost over his fingers and through the dirt as he spent his time tending to and replanting many of Berk’s blooming pansies.

When he did, he imagined what sort of life he’d have led if you’d survived, somehow. It was impossible, yet even so, he wished for it.

He was an interloper of a sort, looking out for flowers born from a love that was not meant for him. 

He could picture the last time he saw you alive, looking over those clifftops. He wished he’d said more, said something valuable, something important to leave you with. He wasn’t completely sure what, but he wished he would have said something. 

Hiccup leaned against the windowsill on closed fists, looking finally outwards, into the trees and past them to the few straggling Vikings he could observe over the cliffs. 

He puzzled gently, picturing your face. Sometimes, when he thought of you, it almost felt a little bit like- 

Hiccup paused as a cough wracked through his upper body, causing him to tense and lightly beat at his chest, burying his nose into his elbow and shutting his eyes tightly. 

It’d been happening more and more often. It had gotten to the point where it had begun to give him the shakes. 

As the spasms calmed, he thought of going to a healer, as he occasionally did.

Then Hiccup wiped his mouth, rubbing his hand off on his pants leg and brushing it off by the palm, as he always did. 

It was just a cold, after all. It’d pass.

[unoislazy]

The Outsider

(Part 1)

Hiccup Haddock x Reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Summary: You wound up on the shores of Berk after something… had happened to you. Thankfully someone had found you and reported your presence to the Chief.

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Life on Berk was running just as smooth as ever. Well, other than the occasional fire spreading here and there, Vikings roughhousing over the smallest inconvenience, it was as peaceful as an island full of Vikings and dragons could be. That was until one random day, you washed up on shore.

Of course you weren’t noticed right away but it certainly didn’t take long for someone to eventually stumble across you and your tattered piece of driftwood lying helplessly on the sand. You were in pretty bad condition, you hadn’t eaten in days and had several visible injuries that would cause further problems if they weren’t dealt with.

Thankfully the person who had found you knew to bring you the Gothi, the village healer, as well as informing the chief of your unannounced arrival.

You certainly stirred conversations among the Vikings as news spread quickly of your presence. Many murmurs of disapproval circulated as many people believed it would be a repeat of what had happened the last time someone had wound up stranded on the shores of Berk.

Now you lay in Gothis house, on a cot she had set out for you as she tended to your wounds. You were still very much unconscious so you had no idea you had gained some visitors. If you were awake you might have been honored to know one of those visitors was none other than the chief of the village himself, Hiccup Haddock.

Hiccup and his very close friend, who had insisted she’d come along, Astrid Hofferson. Hiccup and Astrid had a somewhat complicated relationship over the years, having dated for a little while when they were younger but decided to break it off because of their differing visions for the future. Thankfully they worked out their issues and managed to still remain very close friends. Astrid often lended a hand in any errands Hiccup often got overwhelmed by, and they worked well together.

Now here they were, standing in front of your unconscious body, questioning what on Earth they were going to do.

“They look to be in pretty bad shape.” Hiccup said, his finger tapping his chin as you looked down at you. His eyes very carefully took in the intricate details of your face, trying to discern whether he’s seen you before. Maybe you were a dragon trapper?

He then looked at your hair, the color and texture not ringing any bells for him. He then looked at your eyes, well more accurately, your eyelids. They lay still and motionless as you continued to sleep which he found quite odd, but then again he figured you were too weak to even dream at this point. Although, he found a sense of curiosity when it came to your eyes, what did they look like? What color were they? Were they pretty?

Stupid questions to ask in a situation such as this.

“Well who knows how long they were out at sea.” Astrid finally replied. It seemed as if she too was looking over your features, not recognizing you in the slightest. She shook her head as if she was answering her own question. Hiccup then let out a sigh, knowing his next point was not going to go over well with her.

“They’re going to need some place to stay while they heal.”

“What?”

Called it.

“I said they’re going to need some place to stay.” Hiccup repeated, as he looked over to the blonde haired girl who looked as if she just watched Hiccup get carried off by a dragon and returned in a matter of seconds right before her eyes.

“You can’t be serious.” She began, the amount of shock evident in her voice suggested she was almost disappointed that Hiccup would even think of such an idea.

She continued, “What do you mean stay? You can’t possibly be thinking about keeping them here.”

“And what if I am?” The man argued, at least attempting to stand his ground. It wasn’t too often he was taken very seriously when he made decisions, but his stubbornness usually won out in the end.

“Uh hello, do you not remember what happened last time we helped someone who wound up stranded on our shores?” Astrid questioned, her hands planted firmly on her hips as if she was a stern mother scolding their child. Hiccup was usually quite a smart leader, but in instances like this, his morals often clouded his judgment.

In Astrid’s eyes, putting others' needs before your own can be very selfless, but when you put someone else’s needs in front of your own, as well as potentially everyone else on Berk? That’s where she starts to have a problem.

“I hear you Astrid but we can’t believe that everyone who winds up on our shore is out to get us, besides look at them. Who would injure themselves for the sake of taking over the village?” He asked genuinely, gesturing towards you. Thinking back to when Heather had arrived, sure she came in an overturned boat, but at least she had a boat. You had come on a literal piece of driftwood and nothing more. If someone was trying to use you as bait, they certainly weren’t prioritizing the success rate of you even arriving on Berk in the first place.

“I don’t know Hiccup, maybe someone who’s really committed? Maybe someone who has no other choice?” Astrid argued.

“If they have no other choice then we have to help them.” He responded. It was at this point Astrid was beginning to see that Hiccup had already made up his mind and arguing with him was going to be the same as arguing with a brick wall.

And yet she persisted.

“Hiccup, we can't put our noses into everyone else’s business, if they’re in trouble that’s their problem. We don’t always have to get involved.” She tried, but Hiccup's gaze was stern and unwavering. It was clear that he truly believed in his cause and he was going to stick beside it.

“We do when they wind up on our island Astrid.”

Astrid sighed, turning away from Hiccup for a moment as she gave the option a thought. Once she turned back towards him she raised her hands in defeat.

“Okay, alright. But I’m still going to heavily question them the exact moment they wake up.” She joked a bit, earning a small chuckle from Hiccup as he turned back to face you. Normally when Berk had a guest, he would offer his house to stay in.

However, maybe Astrid was right to at least be a little cautious this time so he decided against it. Maybe it was best for them to stay here, it would also give Gothi time to watch over them to make sure they’re healing properly. Once they heal, then they can discuss the living arrangements.

“Guess all we do now is wait.” Hiccup sighed before finally looking away from you and then back to Astrid. “It could be days until they wake up, let us know if anything happens.” Hiccup requested, now looking down at Gothi who gave him a smile and a nod. With that confirmation, Hiccup said his goodbyes and began to walk outside, but not before taking one last look at you.

He had convinced himself that he kept looking at you to see if he recognized you and for no other reason at all.

Three days had passed by and you still had not woken up. Hiccup and Astrid had been by several times, a few times together, but usually on their own time. You wounds were making very slow healing progress but you were still not receiving the proper amounts of food.

It was beginning to get worrying.

That was until randomly around noon on the third day, your eyes shot open and you quickly rose from your cot, ultimately regretting your decision as you became very dizzy almost immediately. You tried to steady yourself by proposing your arms up behind you, but eventually gravity seemed to have taken full control of your body and dragged you right back down to the cot.

Once the dizziness had dissipated a bit, you looked around at your very new surroundings. The last you remembered was… well you couldn’t quite remember really. You could hear the faint voice of a man in your memory, but you couldn’t place who it could have come from.

As you continued to look around the very homey little cottage-like house you were now in, you eventually noticed a very short woman walking towards you with a bowl in hand. As she neared you she had to continue to shoo away several little lizard type animals that continued to try and swarm her to steal the food.

It took you a moment before you realized those weren’t just lizards, they were dragons.

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you watched the woman handle the beasts with such care and affection.

Great, you happened to wind up in some crazy woman’s cottage in the middle of who knows where.

You carefully sat back up, steadying yourself to prevent you from getting dizzy again as you looked towards the woman.

“Where am I?” You asked, but your voice was hoarse and scratchy from not having been used in days. The woman merely stared at you with a smile as she held the bowl of what looked to be like soup, towards you, urging you to eat.

You shook your head, trying to get her to answer before you asked again, “Where am I?”. In return she shook her head, now practically shoving the soup in your face. You finally took the soup from her, hoping that now she would answer you, but instead she turned right back around and began working on something else.

You simply stared in confusion before looking around you for some way out. That’s when you saw it, the door. Sure you couldn’t really run but the woman seemed largely occupied. Besides, you could argue you just needed fresh air.

Easy.

Or so you thought.

You carefully put your feet onto the ground, the floorboards creaking beneath you as you slowly put your weight down. You carefully began to push yourself upwards into a standing position, occasionally wobbling here and there but you were managing. You almost felt like some kind of sea creature learning how to use their new legs. You hugged the wall as you slowly but surely made your way towards the door, swinging it open and walking out.

You didn’t know what to expect, but you were hoping to see a village of some sort, maybe even a large woodland area, but you quickly realized you had been very mistaken. Oh sure, there was a village, but it was currently several hundred feet below the house you were currently standing in.

“Why in god's name would they build this so high up?” You wondered to yourself, and just as you had managed to stick your head even the slightest bit over the edge to peak below, you heard a loud roar from an animal you had never heard before.

You scrambled away from the edge, afraid that you may have upset some sort of creature that lived under the weird balcony that was a part of this house. It didn’t take you long to realize that the roar you had heard did not come from below, but instead it had come from above. Your head shot up to look for the source of the noise and your eyes widened as you made eye contact with a…

“Night Fury?” You shrieked, well as well as you could've with such a broken voice. With all your might you brought yourself back up and scrambled back into the house, slamming the door behind you. Suddenly this woman didn’t seem crazy because you could’ve sworn you saw someone riding that Night Fury. You’d have to be insane to even think of doing something like that.

Maybe sitting down and just having your soup was the best option right now, besides you were probably just hallucinating. After all, Night Furies went extinct years ago… right?

You sat down, finally beginning to take in some of the very warm meal that the strange woman had prepared for you, and you couldn’t lie it was pretty tasty. Well tasty in Viking terms of food. The warmth of the meal actually began to calm you down a slight bit before you heard a knock at the door that you had previously slammed, followed by a slightly concerned and confused voice.

“Uh, hey Gothi? Are we able to come in, didn’t mean to scare your guest like that.” The voice said from the other side of the door. The only thing you could really tell from it was that it was a young man. You then looked towards the woman, who you assumed to be Gothi, as she hobbled over to the door, now opening it.

Once the door had been fully opened, you locked eyes with the man now standing in the doorway and it immediately clicked. You weren’t hallucinating, that man was actually riding a dragon. And no one else was reacting to this?!

[alex2astronomy1]

Stoick the vast X gn reader

NOT PROOF READ use of they/them, no use of y/n only use of "you or you heard your name being called before" aka second person, SFW no use of sex or dirty jokes. except kissing (ONLY KISSING) but little use of violence, (your dragons a armor wing btw its name is wingdome) setting: above the water in the middle of attacking dragon hunter ships

642 WORD COUNT

you hear your name being called from afar trying to see what called you a dragon comes forth a smile creeps on your face. Your dragon wingdomes wings flap going into the air "Stoick, I'm glad your here. the hunters have been on our tail for the past 15 minutes. we have enough energy to get rid of half these ships but there's going to be another hoard coming in around 10 minutes. But holding them off from berk I don't know how much longer we can last" you say rushed some words coming out a blur in a panic like frenzy. "don't worry were here now the rest of the riders are coming. calm down" his deep voice says finally calming you down as he points to the rest of the riders coming your way. "now we have to make sure they don't get any closer to berk." he say grabbing his axes and heading into battle you following short after.

Going in dodging arrow after arrow almost getting hit by a boulder wingdome goes under water. Then hits the side of the boat sinking in the water going to another getting a net thrown at you this time. Actually making only hitting you not your dragon you almost fall but quickly regain your self focusing on getting the net off of you.

tapping the side of your dragons neck taking the signal telling it to go to the left as you grab a knife to cut off the net part of it still being on your foot you try and grab it only to fall

getting it off mid air "wingdome" you call out only to be grabbed out of the air "you should be more careful when getting stuff off of you mid air and on your dragon" Stoick says his dragon going to yours as you climb onto your saddle "sorry ill try and be more careful next time" you give him a slight laugh

AFTER THE FIGHT (setting: your outside your house) no injuries happened thankfully but you have to take a few arrows off of wingdomes medal armor mentally thanking yourself that they are a armor wing "you did quite well out of there I'm glad to have you on our side" Stoick says with a breathy laugh "yeah we were able to save a couple of dragons," you say with a proud smile taking an arrow off of wingdome

"Hey I've been thinking for a while, and" he sighs with a minute passing "you know you can tell me anything" you say reassuringly he looks at you with a smile adverting his eyes for a moment taking a deep breath "your an amazing person everyone in the village knows it the way your kind and caring not to mention beautiful," he pauses for a moment "everyone loves you, including me but more then just how your heroic and kind. your personality has me in a loop hole. what I'm trying to say is I love you and I've know this for a month but before that month I've loved you just haven't realized it, would you be with me"

He looks at you for a second seeing your surprised face regretting it and backing up a little you go closer and kiss him immediately him begin a little surprised at you but returning the kiss

"i hope that answers your question" you say with a smile your cheeks being as red as a tomato "yeah it does" he says before kissing you again "well I still have duties to do ill see you tomorrow?" he says backing up ready to leave "yeah" you say before tending to wing dome again a cheeky little smile on your face as you hug them tightly after all your crush for the last years has finally asked you out.

[malereadermaniac]

ʕっ•ᴥ•ʔっ Videogame Lover - Kinich x GN Reader

Word Count: 1.1k

Plot: Videogame lover, we should uh uh uh with each otherrrr~ Boyfriend Headcannons with Kinich! (;¬_¬) No pronouns except 'you' used! Only reference to genitalia is 'hole'!

Note: Inspired by 'Gamez' (linked at the bottom of the fic!)

Featuring: Gender neutral reader for sfw! Bottom GN reader for nsfw!

Boyfriend!Kinich who denied liking you at first! The dendro user always was on the more reclusive side; preferring to just do his job and get on with it, rather than chit-chat n make friends. But you were quite the opposite. You would always make an effort with Kinich, chatting with him whenever you could and establishing a friendship. Very quickly, the two of you fell for each other, but Kinich took longer to accept this. Again, the man just wanted to get on with his already complicated life! And there you were, giving him yet another thing to think about, to worry about. Of course, you were the one to make a move first. And thank the archons that you did! 'Cause Kinich folded within seconds! And that it - the two of you were an item!

"Don't act like we don't feel the same, baby, baby, baby quit playing them games~"

Boyfriend!Kinich whose preferred mode of transport is swinging around the Natlan skys with you on his arm; his lean, muscular arm wrapped tight around your waist. This was the move he pulled on your first date to win you over and it very quickly became a go-to of his! I mean, the proximity, his arm on your waist, the dominance it makes him exude? Kinich knew this was gonna be a hit with you!

Boyfriend!Kinich whose idea of dates is hanging out in trees, around his Saurians, and just within nature in general! That's not to say that the man doesn't take you on dates which are more to your taste or more conventional! But the dates which Kinich enjoys the most are the ones where he can show you the beauty that he sees in the region! And it makes Kinich fall deeper in love with you when you're receptive to this; like when you play with and genuinely care for his Saurians, or when you look out at the Natlan savannas from a high tree with a glimmer in your eyes and a wide smile on your mouth.

Boyfriend!Kinich who can't understand why you're the only person who Ajaw will listen to! That fucking dragon is bound to him for Xbalanque's sake! But no, all Kinich gets from Ajaw is bickering, snide comments, and some help during combat. You on the other hand? Ajaw will banter with you, pipe down when told to do so, and the fucker will even help you out during combat; even if you're sparring Kinich!!

Boyfriend!Kinich who wasn't too fond of the idea of sparring with you to train, but as soon as the hunter saw how capable (and hot) you were during combat, he was sold on the idea! The claymore-user felt that it was a little unfair that he was using a massive bigsword and you were using a puny polearm, but Kinich ate his words when you fucking schooled him 5-0! But he couldn't care less that he lost! Kinich was just impressed; complimenting your skill and calling you 'pretty even when fighting'. Yet, where you outskilled your boyfriend in weapon-based fights, Kinich seriously outperformed you in hand-to-hand combat. Even though Kinich wasn't the most muscular or the tallest, his lean yet muscular build allowed for the man to move swiftly in battle; with his moderate amount of muscle and speed, Kinich could take down almost anyone just 'cause they wouldn't react in time! And that's exactly what happened to you. You were in a headlock before you could even blink! Though you weren't exactly complaining...

Boyfriend!Kinich whose more than happy to show off his dendro for you. You have a small fascination with how his dendro manifests in such a digital, pixelated manner. "Your dendro looks like those technical games in boxes over in Fontaine!" Kinich will pull out little tricks for you to watch and play with; creating little pixel versions of you n him (and Ajaw)! But just 'cause Kinich manifests his dendro in that way, it doesn't mean that he can't use it in other ways! Plenty of times has Kinich grown flowers right in front of you just to gift them to you! Despite his reclusive, cold demeanour, holy shit was Kinich a romantic! He listens to you n knows what you like too! This man is the perfect boyfriend for you!

NSFW Headcanons! MDNI!

"Videogame lover, we should uh uh uh with each other~"

Boyfriend!Kinich who couldn't fathom why you could possibly be insecure about your body during your first time! In his eyes, you were a perfect 10! Kinich would get turned on by everything you did! It got to a point that Kinich couldn't even use his imported erotica from Inazuma to jerk off; the man had to think about you n how fucking sexy you were! So when you hit him with the 'could we turn the lights off? I don't really like how my body looks haha' Kinich was fucking flabbergasted, to say the least! The hunter genuinely thought you were joking so he replied with 'Oh it's fine don't worry! I can't see, see?', having raked his fingers through his fluffy black hair to move it in front of his eyes. You giggled, but when Kinich realised you were serious, he had to kill the sexy mood to let you know just how confident you should really be about your looks. This man gave you every compliment under the sun! And not just generic ones! No, no, no! Your boyfriend told you why you should like every single inch of your body; providing a different compliment for each of your fucking limbs and assets! And though the moment was really genuine and heart-warming, holy fuck did it also turn you on!

Boyfriend!Kinich who's hands-down a munch! Bro fucking looooves eating you out. Kinich could seriously do it all day long n not get bored! He claims that your taste is 'addictive' n 'rich'. Seriously, you can't even have a quickie with the man without him insisting on eating you out; and not just for his own pleasure! Kinich not only insists that it's important to prep you but also makes sure that you're getting just as much (if not more) pleasure from it! Your man's addiction to your hole has gotten to the point that he will physically lift your hips n legs off of the bed to get his tongue even deeper inside of you! Kinich will literally have his arms wrapped under your thighs and holding your waist whilst his face is buried between your cheeks; you on the other hand are usually stretching your arms out to keep yourself steady on the bed!