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oncewhenalongtimeago · 1 year ago

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Helloo, do you have open asks? If so, I would like to ask about hiccup and the "acts of service" w Reader(fem).

If you want it can be a continuation of "sorry, but I think I lost your plot ", but otherwise no problem!

I hope you have a good day <3

Sorry, but I Think I Lost Your Plot pt 6

Pairing: Onesided!Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III x Modern!Fem!Reader

Words: 1,911

You find yourself running chores for the Haddocks more often than not. You’re not sure whether this fact irritates or pleases you. At least you’re getting paid (not really).

Tags: Time Travel, Reader into Movieverse, love language, acts of service, part 1

You shifted your arm, pulling the package you carried closer to yourself as you clambered up the steps to the top loft.

You peered over the edge as you pulled yourself up, revealing Hiccup at his desk in the corner, scratching away at a piece of parchment with a newly burnt stick of charcoal. Toothless wasn’t anywhere to be seen, not at the moment. He was probably off hanging with the other dragons while Hiccup did something non-dragon intensive and, therefore, probably Fury-boring.

“Hi,” You started.

“Uh-huh,” Hiccup grunted, after a long moment.

It seemed more of an automatic moment at first, so you weren’t sure he noticed you at first, too absorbed into what he was doing, though at the sound of your footsteps it seemed he did make a minor effort to cover the corner of the paper closest to you with his elbow.

You furrowed your brow as he mumbled something grumpy and noncommittal about his Dad and coming back later.

“Hiccup.” You tried again.

He looked up this time, blinking slowly and shifting his arms as if he was about to stretch, before going rigid.

“I heard about your trip to Outcast Island-?” You tried, for the third time, now that you had his attention.

“Oh, hey, hi-!” Hiccup shoved a few papers off his desk, kicking them underneath the table, you tilted your head to the side though you did your best not to look too closely, in case the papers were of a more private nature, “Don’t look at that -I mean, it was nothing big, but-yeah. It was crazy. Did- ah-”

“-And so did everyone else. Mrs.Ingerman put together a care package.” You offered it up to him, ignoring his quiet, confused, mouthed ‘Mrs,’ “So, uh… Delivery!”

“-Hey!” Hiccup said, hiding a strained smile behind a tall pile of pipes and other miscellaneous scraps. The area under his eyes was dark and pronounced and his hair was frayed in some portions.

It was dark, your vision washed over by a thin, navy film since the sun had set just a few hours prior. You had only the heated light of the forge to bring you light and the few lit torches lining Berk’s path to guide you there.

You wondered if you caught Hiccup at the wrong time. You feared the bond you formed scurrying around Dagur had faded, and Hiccup was back to being a little weird again. It brought you a little bit of sadness, but maybe it was for the best. It would be bad to keep meddling in the affairs of plot.

At least you hadn’t surprised him this time, which was minorly pleasing. You tended to do that a lot for some reason, despite not being particularly quiet or sneaky in any way.

“This is for you,” You placed the bow of stew you had balanced in one hand and the plate carrying a heavy leg of meat in the other on one of the nearby workbenches, cautiously and nervously pushing aside a few nails and ends with the uneven edge of the plate.

“Do you need any help?” You asked, already walking towards him, arms partially extended to help him bear the load.

Hiccup had been spending a lot of time in the Forge recently, meaning he’d probably been skipping out on meals. You did it a lot too, but you knew the toll it took. And there were only two meals a day here. It was a very rare but precious day when you were able to scrounge up a lunch for yourself.

If his father hadn’t done it, the Chief would request you to bring down a meal for Hiccup from the Great Hall. It was one of the many tasks you were given that didn’t pay, but you found you didn’t mind. At least in this instance.

It was the Chief, after all. And maybe you felt a little bad for Hiccup.

“Help?” Hiccup asked, wobbling shakily on his peg and foot. You were sure in a moment you’d be the same. While being on Berk helped some, you were afraid that you were unable to shake off your modern scrawny demeanor.

As you brought some of his load into your arms, counting a healthy, large roll of leather, a sack of needles and pins and twine and a thick group of thin, metal rods, You decided to stay.

You marched through the underbrush, pushing aside low-hanging branches and long, scratchy bush fronds, nearly cursing when your sleeve caught and one of your hastily done stitches were pulled.

You weren’t particularly great with a needle, especially the ones they had here, made of bone and a bit thicker than the ones you were used to back home.

You were wearing your shirt from the day you arrived on the island, which was admittedly much thinner and a whole lot less sturdy than any of your clothes from here.

You wondered what it was like back home, if anyone was still looking for you. In a sort of unsure and roundabout way, you sort of hoped they were.

Anyhow, your best needlework was done the night before last, in an effort to help Hiccup out with one of his newer contraptions, some add-on or other to Toothless’ flying gear.

You’d spent that night trying to follow his instructions to the best of your abilities, kneeled on the floor beside him, but your work was still a measure more fragile than the quick and industrial tacking Hiccup was well-practiced in.

To your benefit, though, you were tracing out and stitching carefully measured pieces by candlelight. It was difficult to do in the dark, and you did your best to compensate by being overly cautious, though that also might have been a sort of burden.

Today, you had your first break in a long while. You got everything done in the morning and so for once, there were no chores for you to chase after or any deliveries to make. It was a little bit less awesome without a working internet connection, but it was what it was.

The last time you’d seen Hiccup, he looked so drowsy and frayed, you couldn’t help but to be reminded of one of those large posters of Albert Einstein you remembered from way back in one of your old middle school classes, with some crummy science encouragement joke pasted to the bottom in Comic Sans.

He’d spent a lot of late nights at the forge recently.

You also hadn’t seen for a while. Not since yesterday. No one else had, people were starting to talk about it, it was beginning to get late. You figured you might as well just give it a look around, though you also very much wanted to take a nice, long nap.

So here you were, marching around deep in the woods as the sun began to set, washing the world over in yellows and orange hues.

You yawned, feet crunching against dry leaves until you broke out into a clearing, which was a minor relief. You took the time to stretch and sigh before looking around.

It was a small clearing full of uneven lush grasses, one half sort of upturned and shaded, the other half occupied by a small lump in a green tunic, and a larger, darker black-navy one just behind the treeline with many different fins for different parts of his body.

Hiccup said it was to see if he could add to or maximize Toothless’ speed, or something. You thought that maybe he was just trying to look cooler or something, though by the end of it, you were sure that Toothless looked a lot more like a sailboat.

“Hiccup…?” You mumbled, tiptoeing quietly towards the green lump, mindful not to make much noise though you approached with the full intent to prod him awake.

His tunic wasn’t quite saturated or dark enough to blend him in with the grasses.

You touched his arm lightly with your hand form where he lay on his side, before pausing. He had been very tired recently. It would probably be wrong of you to prod him awake and make him hobble all the way back to the village.

“Rise and shine,” You mumbled, still patting on his arm. You stopped mid pat at one point, instead choosing to poke him with your finger.

Hiccup just sighed tiredly in his sleep, rolling over further into the grass. You were certain he wouldn’t be waking up soon. You weren’t even sure when the last he slept was, so he could very well be out until the next time the sun set.

You dropped your hands to your side as he drooled uncomfortably face-down into the dirt.

You blinked through drowsy eyes yourself, wondering if you might be able to wake him up for long enough to get a blanket underneath.

You hoped Hiccup would still be there by the time you got back. You hadn’t really stopped to tell anyone about him, though you weren’t in much of a rush. Maybe it was a consequence of your own fatigue, clouding your own line of vision. You hoped they weren’t too worried.

You stumbled in the complete darkness over sticks and rocks, shuffled back with the armful of blankets in your arms.

Living in the stables afforded you some privacy but also meant that your things got dirty quicker. Which meant you had to clean them a lot. And sometimes you didn’t. But you had very recently so these should have been fine, all the pisces taken straight from your own bed.

Admittedly you had a few more than what was standard, though you quite needed them for the extra cushioning and to compensate for the fact that you weren’t as accustomed to the cold climate, especially at night. It was rough out here. They were hard to come by though given you didn’t have much and blankets were much harder to make than in the future.

It wasn’t that bad today so you assumed you’d be fine without for the time being.

After a very long walk with many almost-trips, you broke back into the empty clearing. It was a bit hard to tell through all the bedding, but it was, disappointingly, empty.

You sighed painfully, resisting the urge to rub tired eyes. You wished you had taken a nap or something earlier, barely able to keep yourself up. You weren’t sure you could make the walk back at this point, honestly, even though that was the plan.

What you should have been planning, though, was how you were going to be able to get your blankets back after the fact.

Well, you still had your bedding.

You dropped it with a noise between a whine and a groan and sort of wormed your way into the pile, kicking out what you could and smoothing what you needed to so that you felt and had to deal with as little wrinkles as possible.

You let your eyes fall shut for the most of it, too tired to pull them apart, heavy and sticky with sleep. You only vaguely regretted that you were too tired to look up at the stars, as you had for many nights now through a hole in the roof of the stables just above your bed when the skies were clear.

You exhaled, letting the relieving embrace of sleep envelope you.

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entomolog-t · 2 years ago

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Tropes ask: I have my own armchair view of my proclivities but I'll submit my thoughts for peer review.

I usually like to imagine being a mini giant. In real life, I'm tall-ish and fat woman. I feel big and awkward and I get anxious about being in the way. Imagining being big means I would be, perhaps, intentionally huge. And in a more fun way. I want more affection and closeness and what better way than with someone miniature?

I saw you already wrote about size swaps but I also really like shrinking or size changes. I love to see the loss of control and approach from a (literal) new perspective.

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Alright so there are quite a few details that you included that seem significant; specification on minigiant, self perception, recontextualization, shrinking and size changing, loss of control, and perhaps an implication of loss of self.

I find it intriguing when someone has a preferred size. Sometimes its for an aesthetic component (Say for example, liking the imagery of completely someone in your hand), sometimes its to symbolize a degree of control (for example when someone is relatively smaller than an inch, theres next to no way to escape, their voice may be totally unheard, etc.. compared to a minigiant who could theoretically still be hurt physically by a skilled enough human). It may also just be for some sort of practicality in the fantasy (able to still fit in buildings or remain hidden in a forest etc..). Although these at first glance just seem like supporting elements to the overall fantasy I still think they may be able to offer insight.

As discussed in previous sessions, subconscious imagery can be a lot more prevalent than we would first think. For the example above (completely fitting someone in your hand) there could be blatant metaphorical imagery at play.

One way to analyze that is to pull at the words a little;

What do I think of when I think of ____? How would I elaborate on the action? What emotions are invoked in me? What emotions do I want invoked in the counter archetype?

When I think of hands I could think of control, but also care. They have strength in building things, but they are also how I show I care. Through soft and loving touch. I think of being careful. Nurturing.

The action part (fitting someone within my grasp) feels controlling to me. All encompassing. Making someone else vulnerable.

I might feel in control, powerful, curious, and excited. Perhaps, I want the counter archetype to feel vulnerable, uncertain, small and scared.

See how such a small image can be picked apart for some much more interesting details? If there is specific imagery associated with your liking towards minigiants, I would definitely recommend further analyzing it or submitting it for another appointment.

Moving on to self perception and recontextualization. Using your own words it seems as though your body leads to some feelings of anxiety. I'd like to make specific note of some word choice; big, awkward, fat, in the way... all of these words have implications of being easily perceived/noticeable. You cite some negative emotions surrounding this perception. Perhaps some degree of social anxiety or insecurity. Where this becomes very interesting is in the recontextualization in the form of a minigiant fantasy.

At first glance this fantasy might not seem to make sense, given it could be considered the magnification of those aforementioned traits, as well as the novelty of a minigiant would certainly increase how much one is perceived by others. However, it seems like consciously or not, there has been some reframing on possible insecurities (not necessarily implying insecurities of the traits themselves but what they seem to suggest as a whole; anxiety of being perceived/noticeable).

The context has been altered to allow for positive restructuring. Big can be exciting and powerful and confident. Lets compare some word choice to the previous description of self;

tall-ish, big, awkward, fat, in the way, anxious

intentional, huge, fun, [wanting] affection

These words exude more confidence.

Intentional; making it your choice

Huge; perceived as a much more impactful/powerful word compared to big

Fun; compared to words used like awkward and anxious. Fun is enjoyable, when we have fun we are less aware of ourselves, we are just enjoying the joy we find.

Wanting affection and closeness; compared to being in the way. Wanting to be seen as something special rather than a burden, as someone to get close to rather than in the way.

G/t is very heavily oriented around power dynamics, and having power tends to give many of us a great increase in confidence as it allows for control or safety in a given situation, among other things. By creating a hyperbolic scenario, it seems you are able to recontextualize the situation to allow insecurities to become the cause of confidence.

This seems to suggest in your day to day you may lack feelings you attribute to confidence. Integrating descriptors you use for minigiants could perhaps feel that lack. Trying to do things intentionally gives us a feeling of control. This could be as simple as even just picking outfits with an intentional vibe, arranging something in your room for an aesthetic layout etc... although I would assume that given the references to intentionality would be more impactful to you if it was associated with interactions with others; intentionally saying hello to a stranger or something along those lines. Integrating time for fun or closeness with friends and family could be very helpful as well.

Now obviously a lot of this is easier said than done, especially when we feel anxious or awkward, but I would definitely recommend looking toward your fantasies for insight. Finding what differs between feeling big and in the way and intentionally huge, and creating little ways you can bring that confidence into your day to day.

Moving on to one of my favorite topics; shrinking and size changing.

Man shrinking is so underappreciated.

Shrinking is something very special, and holds a much different sub type in the tiny archetype. While tinys such as fairies or borrowers have always existed with their status in the power dynamic, shrinking and size changing directly refers to a loss of power.

For those who appreciate physics; shrinking is a vector. A variable with magnitude and direction.

There tends to be much more specific emotions of horror and loss with shrinking, and the context and reaction one associates with shrinking usually has a direct link to some sort of trauma or general negative perception.

I would highly recommend picking apart what response to shrinking you are typically drawn towards.

You specifically mentioned loss of control as well as new perspective. I've noticed in many shrinking tropes we see a sort of man vs. self journey as the overarching tale, where they better themselves through their hardships at their new size and despite losing power, they gain some sort of moral or ethics. Now this is not always the case and there are a variety of shrinking tropes. At times it feels as though even if the shrinking is not a punishment in the narrative itself, its a bit of a punishment fantasy where shrinking allows for reflection, and represents change both literally and metaphorically.

If this tends to be what you mean by change in perspective, it could be very insightful to look at what you typically associate with the pre-shrunk individual and the changes the undergo when shrunk.

loss of control, and perhaps an implication of loss of self.

I'd love to go into more detail in a latter session if you submit specifics in regards to shrinking!

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That's all the time we have for today, I hope you enjoyed our session together. Please see my secretary on your way out to book your follow up.

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