#httyd drabbles

[sanfangirl-cynicalromantic]

Hiccstrid Drabble | Crime Scene

Prompt: I accidentally kicked a rock too hard and it broke the window and you saw it

Astrid stomped outside. The pristine grass crunched her boots. She tipped her head back in hopes of catching a breeze to cool her off, but the air was just stagnant and hot.

Ugh. The slime-mecketing song of a rat-faced half troll never failed to get on her nerves. Fate had decided to be cruel today; Fishlegs, who was Astrid’s usual deskmate in all her classes because he was one of the few boys that never dared to hit on her (i.e. Snotlout) was absent, which had left aforementioned Snotlout to sidle up and take the seat next to her. She had been subject to his disgusting pick up lines for nearly the whole class, and Astrid had been trying to hold in her temper, but she had known she was only a moment away from snapping.

So, she had excused herself to go to the bathroom, and gleefully didn’t return. She never would have skipped class any other time, but this situation called for drastic measures, and it wasn’t as if she had been learning anything.

She howled her frustration to the sky, trusting the music class next to her to mask the sound.

“Argh!!! That awful, no-good, bulge eyed, hairy chested-” she kicked around her ferociously, uprooting the grass around her. She delivered a particularly hard kick to a fist sized rock before she could stop herself, and to her horror, it flew straight towards one of the windows.

“No!” she gasped in panicked terror, just as she saw the missile collide with the glass and shatter it.

No screams erupted from the room, so she supposed it was empty, but the fact brought her little comfort. She stood there, hands pressed to her mouth.

A rustle sounded behind her, and she whirled around to come face to face with another student rising from behind the cluster of bushes. She screeched and reflexively shoved him back down.

“Ow!” the nasally voice cried as the twigs pricked him unceremoniously. “What the- What’re you - why?” he scowled under thick reddish brown bangs.

“You shouldn't sneak up on people like that,” Astrid snapped reproachfully, her version of an apology.

“Alright, geez! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you, but you pushed me! You don’t just go around pushing people, y’know! Or breaking windows, for that matter.”

Astrid paled. “You saw that?” she asked tentatively.

“Yup,” he popped the ‘p.’ “and even if I hadn’t, you standing there all guilty by a broken window would’ve been pretty obvious.”

“I’m sorry,” she apologized, as if it had been his window she had just broken. “I don’t - can you - What do I do?” She wrung her hands. She wasn’t good with controlling her temper, but she had never caused damage before.

He looked surprised for a second like he couldn’t believe she was asking for his advice - to be honest, she didn’t know why she was either - before he quickly regained his composure.

“First rule of crime-doing, flee the scene,” he advised, a dry note in his tone. Astrid couldn’t tell if he was serious or not. He grabbed her hand and began pulling her into a run. Astrid followed, despite the fact that she normally would have punched anyone who ever tried to hold her hand.

“Where are we going?” she asked.

“Somewhere to hide, he responded, cutting across a lawn and tugging her behind another school building.

“Do you do this a lot?” she questioned. He turned to look at her, and she realized with a start that this boy was actually taller than her, and he had big green eyes.

“What? The hiding, or the breaking windows?” he snarked. She didn’t reply, still taking in his eyes, slightly large nose, and the wrinkled school uniform. His tie was undone and he had grass stains on his collar, which matched his bright eyes that she kept looking at. “I’m Hiccup, by the way,” he dropped her hand and extended it to her to shake.

“Astrid.”

[withering-daylight]

CUDDLES AND HAIR BRAIDING | HICCUP HADDOCK x FEM!READER

summery: a short drabble of you and Hiccup relaxing in his hut, and with you braiding some strands of his hair.

timeline: RTTE

warnings: none!

word count: 326

🖇️(MAIN) MASTERLIST | 🖇️HTTYD MASTERLIST | 🖇️HICCUP HADDOCK III MASTERLIST

After a long day of freeing dragons from dragon hunter ships, you and your boyfriend were finally able to relax in his hut on Dragon’s edge. You were exhausted, and so was your dragon. So a well needed rest could finally be in order.

You were sitting on Hiccup’s bed, your back leaning against the headboard with some pillows supporting your back. Hiccup was laying in between your legs, turned on his side with his head resting on your abdomen. His arm was hooked over one of your legs, his hand gently squeezing under your thigh near your knee.

You hummed quietly, running your fingers through his hair and sectioning out three strands and starting to make a small braid in his hair.

At the feeling of his hair being touched, he lifted his head a bit and looked up at you with a confused smile.

“When did you decide to braid my hair?” He questioned, amusement in his green eyes as he peered up at you.

“Felt like it.” You responded with a grin, continuing your braiding. His hair was so soft, like yarn made from sheep fur, and it was so good to braid with.

When the braid was finished, you admired it for a couple seconds before getting three more strands of his hair and braiding them too.

“So how many braids am I going to have by the end of this?” Hiccup asked with a laugh, kissing your inner thigh once before looking up at you again.

“Maybe five.” You laughed, finishing the other braid and letting your fingers gently massage his scalp. Hiccup sighed contently, pressing his lips against your inner thigh again.

“You’re amazing y’know that..?” He muttered tiredly, squeezing your thigh with his hand.

“I know, dear.” You whispered sweetly, kissing the top of his head. “You need the rest.”

“Mm.. yeah. I love you.” He said in a yawn, shifting comfortably closer to her.

“I love you more.” You said with a loving smile.

© withering-daylight — DONT CLAIM, TRANSLATE, MODIFY, REPOST, OR CREDIT YOURSELF FOR MY WORK ALL RIGHTS ARE RESERVED.

[4ngelhrt]

sneaking around the edge with hiccup . . .

cw: hiccup haddock x fem!reader, smut, exhibitionism, public sex, oral (f. rec), piv. set in dragon’s edge.

He finds you already waiting. Dead center of dragon’s edge. Moonlight slashing across your skin, his shirt hanging loose off your shoulders, and nothing else beneath it. No pants. No underlayer. Just bare thighs and that look in your eyes that tells him you’ve been planning this since long before you knocked on his window. Hiccup stops short. Breath caught.

“This is…” he glances around at the empty island, the open platform, the complete and utter openness of the dome. The nightmare of it all. “Seriously?”

You tilt your head, smile lazy. “You came, didn’t you?”

He swallows. Hard. Boot creaking on the stone as he steps into the dome. “You’re gonna get me in trouble.”

“Nobody’s gonna say shit to you, Chief boy.”

“Yeah?”

You hum. “C’mere, been thinking about you since dinner.”

He chokes a little on his own breath, pulls you in wordless, quick and kisses you like he’s mad about it. Both hands at your waist, thumbs already under the hem of the shirt, pulling you flush against him. His mouth is hot and desperate against yours, half-frantic like he's already imagining what someone would see if they looked out right now.

You tug at his belt. He lets you. But when you go to drop to your knees, he stops you, grabs your wrist, pulls you upright again. “No,” he says. Voice rough. Steady. “You got me out here? Then you lie down.”

You stretch out on your back with a smile, the wind cool against your thighs, the dome wide open around you. Every sound is louder in the silence. His breathing, your heartbeat, the drag of leather and the scrape of his metal foot against the stone as he kneels between your legs.

“Someone could walk out of their hut right now and see you like this,” he murmurs, running his hands slowly up the inside of your thighs. “Want them to?”

You just arch your back and nod. He groans, low in his throat. “Gods, you’re going to ruin me.”

And then he dips down and does the same to you. His tongue is slow, purposeful. Fingers already deep inside you before his mouth even touches you, pressing just right, curling like he knows exactly what you need. “Keep your legs open,” he murmurs.

You moan, legs falling wider, and he moans with you like the sound turns him on just as much as the taste. Your hand flies to your mouth, stifling it, but he pulls away just long enough to say “No. Don’t hide it.”

His lips wrap around your clit again, hot and wet and hungry, and when you come, trembling, choking on his name, he rides it out with you, tongue dragging slowly as he drags his fingers free. Then he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Turn over. Hands and knees,” he says, already undoing his belt. “Face toward the huts. Let them see your face when I fuck you.”

Your brain goes static but you move. The wind rushes through your hair as you brace yourself on the stone floor, thighs still shaking, and when he pushes into you from behind with one steady, deep thrust, you nearly sob. “Oh—Hic—”

His hands lock around your hips, holding you in place. Not rough. Not fast. But deep. Every time he pulls out, he drags slow and lets you feel the stretch, the build, the pressure. You swear he’s trying to draw it out just to watch you fall apart. “You’re not thinking about them anymore, are you?” he breathes.

You shake your head. “Just you.”

He leans forward, mouth at your ear. “Good. That’s how it should be.”

You feel him twitch inside you. His rhythm falters. And when your voice breaks with, “You gonna come in me?” He groans like you just killed him. “If you keep talking like that…”

You look over your shoulder. Wind in your hair. Sweat on your brow. On your hands and legs, taking him in all the way to the hilt.

“Anyone can see,” he hums, fingers gripping tighter around hips, pulling you back to him in time with his thrusts.

“Let ‘em” You hold his gaze. “Let ‘em see what I do to their precious dragon boy.”

And that’s it. He sinks in one last time, gasping as he finishes deep, hips pressed tight, hands trembling where they grip your waist. You feel the heat of it, the way he shakes against your back, groaning into your shoulder as he rides it out.

He doesn’t pull out. Doesn’t say a word. Just lets his forehead fall to your spine and stays there. Breathing you in. Heart pounding against yours. The dome still open, the sky still watching, the world catching its breath with you.

[bahrtofane]

thinking thinking arranged marriage au where hiccup is told by his father that the archipelago isnt the only thing out there and if berk is to keep up with the ever changing world, it must too expand and change with it

enter you, the daughter of a nearby chieftain just outside the archipelago’s. and the new bride to be

your father respects stoic, trade is good, and alliances are even better. alliances forged in marriage are best of all

so here you are, sailing farther then you’ve ever gone. pestering your father every inch of the way till you’re face to the face with the man you are set to marry. a lanky tall one who doesn’t know what to do with himself and a dragon stuck to his side. what a marriage this will be huh?

and maybe a dash of enemies to lovers bc hiccup decides you’re stuck up and spoiled, from a land where youre used to having youre every call answered to. with hands smooth from never knowing work

and you decide he's too unavailable, always on that damn dragon, unable to look you in the eye, running off to god knows where for days on end, and has no interest in making the marriage anything other then what it is. an alliance

[juniemunie]

Another wip of these two because just listening to the httyd soundtrack on a whim was enough to trigger the hyperfixation once again hoo wee

[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.

[freak-like-meemy]

Jack Frost has a penchant for wild spirits—the ones who weave words like spells, paint dreams into existence, and lose themselves in the embrace of a story. He’s drawn to the brunettes who carry entire worlds in their minds, ink-stained fingers tracing the edges of fate itself. The ones who defy gravity, who ride atop giant winged beasts as if they were born to belong to the wind, chasing adventures no mere mortal dares to touch.

Perhaps it's their fire against his cold, their boundless imagination against his eternal solitude. He’s always been enamored with those who don't just see magic but create it. And in them, he finds a warmth even winter cannot steal.

Sidenote: This was absolutely fueled by thoughts of Jatherine and Hijack, naturally~

[mathitas]

Leo Valdez would be obsessed with How to train your dragon and we all know it.

[mohbardaweel1]

Video | The moment the occupation bombed a building in the Nuseirat camp in the middle of the Gaza Strip, this morning

[home-of-renn]

One thing that I wished they kept throughout the franchise was Hiccup being the smallest Viking. I wish they kept him scrawny and stringy and shorter than Astrid and the rest of the gang.

Hiccup was ostracised by his entire community for many reasons, one being his weak build and small stature.

Snotlout may be shorter than Hiccup in the movies, but he's got bigger muscles and puffs himself up. He makes up for it by acting like a proper Viking, being loud and obnoxious and always ready to start a fight - that and he can actually lift a weapon.

The name Hiccup is meant to mean small and frail - the runt of a litter or the black sheep. I want Hiccup to be the absolute epitome yet antithesis of his name. I want Hiccup to be small and unassuming and shorter than the rest. But I also want him to be Great. I want him to be brave and stubborn and hard to kill. Awkward and sarcastic at the worst of times but still kind and friendly and always dependable.

I want him to be everything a Viking is and isn't. I want him to be a peacekeeper and a warrior, an adventurer and an inventor, the son of the chief and the hiccup of his tribe. Someone who can't wield the same weapons as his tribesmen so he makes his own. Someone who wants to uphold the traditions and culture of his people yet always thinks outside of the box. The representation of this new age that's fast approaching, the line in the middle where old and new clash.

I want Hiccup to dress like a Viking, talk like a Viking, eat, sleep and walk like a Viking yet be the very last thing anyone ever thinks of when they think of a Viking. And most of all I want there to be absolutely nothing wrong with that.

I wish they hadn't made him tall and appealing in the end. I wish they'd kept him the way he was. A Viking born too early and too weak in the middle of one of the harshest winters ever experienced by the barbaric archipelago. A Viking who beat the odds and survived. He's braved every terrible winter since his birth and lives in a place where it snows nine months of the year and hails the other three. He can endure bone-freezing chills and frozen oceans but never fails to catch the common cold. He's always been a bit sickly, ever since he was a child, but he always bounces back. He's got scars and a missing leg and his hands are filled with callouses, cuts and burns, but he's soft-spoken and loves to read and never skips a meal yet can never seem to get any bigger.

I wish they could have kept Hiccup the way he was. I wish they didn't have to change him in order to have him become a worthy hero.

I wish the entire village could look at their little runt of a chief and still crack jokes about his long-overdue growth spurt. I want them to look at him and be filled with pride, cause despite the fact that he hasn't grown an inch since he was sixteen, there isn't a single person on Berk who can look at him without seeing just how far he's come.

[beefy-arms000]

I have a theory that Astrid isn’t a only child. Although most people say she has older siblings cause we don’t really see them as much or they’re already adults, i actually like to headcanon that she has a younger brother. The age gap is fairly big, i’d say like 8 years apart.

I can see astrid being a kid and her parents are just like guess what your gonna be a big sister!!! I don’t even think astrid would ask for another sibling tbh. It all just happened. Her little brother is so protective of her and she’s protective of him as well.

After hiccup and astrids wedding he straight up gives her husband a talking-to. He goes, “aye man, I swear to gods if you hurt my sister, remember to count your days my friend, count your days.”

Astrid is balling her eyes out while hiccup looks terrified cause he just got cussed out by a 14 yr old. But after they’re married, he and hiccup have the best bro-in-law bond ever. He also starts tearing up when he sees and holds his niece (zephyr) for the first time.

I think her little brother’s name would be like axel, alex, or austin, you know something simple like astrid’s name.

[imfinereallyy]

‘How To Train Your Dragon’ scene where Stoick says “You’re as beautiful as the day i lost you.” But make it steddie and everyone lives.

[saturnniidae]

I think we should have more httyd or rotbtd horror

[mousetrappart]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Danny Phantom Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Danny Fenton Additional Tags: Dragon Danny Fenton, Danny Fenton's Ghost Form is a Dragon, set very vaguely in the httyd universe, Dimension Travel Summary:

Who knew waking up on a beach would end with Danny having a body covered in tough scales and three more appendages than normal?

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I wanted to write my own dp/httyd crossover. So I did.

[bahrtofane]

and while we are here!!! college au hiccup x reader bc if it’s one thing i beat to death it’s a good old college au

engendering major hiccup who meets you bc he slams into you head first while tinkering with one of the campus delivery robots (he’s not getting paid to fix them either btw. thank you advising office)

and you tumble backwards into one of the little patches of grass that are sprinkled around campus and look up at him as the sun shines behind him in a way so perfect you think he’s an angel for just a second

but it’s not an angel. it’s hiccup who stutters out half baked apologies and looks away as he gives you a hand to hoist yourself up. who’s words die in his throat as he attempts to explain what the hell he was doing so he just ends up with a soft “i’m sorry”

and your anger vanishes with the words in the wind as you see just how sorry he really is unable to meet your eyes and playing with the tools in his hands

“it’s alright.” you shrug

and he looks up at you for the first time properly and he wishes he didn’t because you’re gorgeous it makes his cheeks heat up. “are you sure?”

you nod, checking your arms for any leaves you didn’t brush off. “you didn’t mean it.”

he nods quickly, “i promise i didn’t.”

you smile, fixing the last bit of your clothes and jewelry. tilting your head at the little robot by his side.

“oh the lab i’m in helps fix them around campus when they start acting up. “ he scratches the back of his head like it’s an embarrassing thing to admit

“i didn’t know you could do that.” you watch the little guy blink his digital eyes at you

“look i really am sorry-“

you cut him off with a wave. “it’s really fine no worries. but if you’re really that worked up how about getting lunch sometime? then we’ll be even “

and the rest is history. bless those little robots

[insight-chronicles]

People I am SO excited for May!! There is a 100 word drabble for each day. They range in theme and POV so I could really challenge myself.

I have used the prompt list from @thedrabblecollective 's may challenge so they will all be tagged for that. I will make a masterlist for them all as well and cross post to AO3 if you would prefer to read there.

Yes some of them are husband/boyfriend!Jinwoo X reader. Others are open to interpretation and could fit with your own favorites/OTPs or just random people. A couple of them are based on original characters that I would love the chance to explore more of and when I got the chance.

Also I'm hoping to have the next chapter of Shadows of Desire out by the end of this week, I've got it mostly written but it's in my notebook not on my PC so...yeah.

I was going to aim for a chapter a week but I'm on holiday for a week in the middle of May so don't know how much writing time I'm going to get. I'm taking everything with me to be able to do it but it really depends if the pool and sun loungers are calling to me more 😂

Loving the support from you guys and I'm nearly at 100 subscribers so thanks so much!!! Also wouldn't it be awesome if I could get to 100 subs whilst doing a 100 word a day drabble challenge!! 😁😁