#my hiccup kin is showing

[toothbrushfingers]

i miss awkward dorky 15 year old hiccup

like don’t get me wrong, he’ll always be both awkward and dorky

but 15 year old hiccup has a certain… je ne sais quoi

[petergabrielyuri]

source: me

[bleedichor]

lucifer morningstar x fem! reader

you help comfort him after his meet up with his lovely daughter ꓹ⠀ charlie. [ no warnings. fluff. silly nicks. ]

The moment he took a step back in his castle, he felt the overwhelming feeling of panic. His chest was heavy, he was filled with dread, and somewhat bitter joy. It had been over centuries since he’s spoken to his own kin, his daughter whom he adored. His steps sounded heavy, almost like he was trying to carry his own weight. which alerted y/n of his arrival. She left her study and saw him in the hall, gripping his staff and tears threatening to fall.

“Honey pie, what’s wrong?” she walked cautiously, studying his body language and the clear evidence of tears. “Charlie..” he hiccups and began to cry. “Oh.. honey..,” she strolled over to him and lifted his face in her hands. “Charlie wants to get into contact with heaven. I still have my doubts but..” he spoke carefully as she gently wiped his tears with her thumbs. He relaxed in her touch, letting himself breathe.

“But you know you owe her this? Charlie is a bright girl, much like her father” she chuckled and smiled up to him. he smiled a bit then nodded. “I do owe her at least this, I wish you could have seen her.. she was magnificent. Her dreams are beautiful and she cares deeply for all of her people. She’s a wonderful woman now. I’m so proud of her.” He leaned his forehead against her own as they both shared a smile as tears silently fell from his cheek.

“I wish I was there for her, but I was so stuck in my own failures that I didn’t even realize how much I missed out on. I tried so hard to show everyone that freedom is a beautiful thing and yet—” y/n gently placed a kiss on his forehead to stop himself from spiraling into despair.

“Don’t say that about yourself. Stop it. You tried all you could do for your people and even then you tried that’s something you should be proud of. You never gave up.. and even if you did, you still dreamed about it day ‘n night. You’re amazing honey pie.. truly. You should give the helping hand that no one gave to you to Charlie.. you’re the only demon who could help her and plus she only has one father.” She winked and smiled.

He gently gave her a kiss on the lips and stood up straight, almost like a routine. She dusted his shoulders and coat then straightened his collar. “I’m so grateful to have a daughter like Charlie..” she held his hands, feeling the cold feeling of his ring.

She didn’t acknowledge it facially but she knew he loved his ex-wife and daughter with all his heart. It’s something that a new woman couldn’t change, it’s something she had to understand but she knew she loved the man he is. He’s a loving man and she knew he was going to commit to that promise to his daughter. “And.. I know I don’t say it much but I love you so much y/n, my beautiful beautiful apple” he kissed her once more, their hands enveloping each other.

Once they pulled apart she let out a soft giggle and fixed his hat “now go do as you promised and make your daughter proud.”

[adrift-in-thyme]

Fairy!Time and Minish!Four with the situation being one of the Colors is injured so they can't reform Four or return to normal size

Four and Time my beloveds. I fully intend to write more scenes with them in the future

Fic beneath the cut

Cw for blood and injury

Vio lies on his side on the ground, curled in on himself. Every inhale is a choked hiccup; every exhale shudders. He is as pale as the pearly white wildflowers that tower above them, piercing the sky. The blood that runs down from his middle, coursing past crimson-drenched fingers, is in stark contrast to the emerald blades of grass that wall them in.

“This is bad,” Red chokes, hand pressed to his mouth.

“You think?” Blue snaps. “We can’t go reform with Vio injured! And we definitely can’t revert to normal size!”

Green watches the two of them argue as he kneels beside Vio, the hero’s head propped on his lap.

“But you can heal him.” He tears his gaze from them, sets it on the god-torn face of his friend. “Right?”

Time doesn’t look up. His attention is on the violet clad boy, hands hovering over the wound.

“Yes,” he says, calmly.

His wings wave gently. They are spread on either side of him like a protective barrier between the four shards of one and the outside world. Dire as the situation may be, Green can’t stop his gaze from flicking to them repeatedly. They gleam in the midday sun, panes of stained glass the color of the sky, of blood.

“I can heal him.”

The others grow quiet at his somber words. Vio’s breath hitches.

“It will take much of you-your strength though, won’t it?” Even pain and blood loss cannot dim the gleam in Vio’s eyes. Always thinking. Always analyzing.

“Your wings…you’re n-not a normal fairy.”

Time smiles, soft and grim. “That much is true.”

The dust floating around him like a halo grows thicker, more potent. Time’s eye slides shut. His fingertips graze the very edges of the ragged river carved through Vio.

“And healing is not as easy for me as it is for some of my kin. I am skilled at it, nonetheless.” He sighs and the exhale seems to echo in Green’s aching ears. “Remain still. I promise it won’t hurt.”

There is not much to show that the healing is taking place. Only the slight spread of the thickened fairy dust, a dim glow traveling from Time’s hands to Vio’s wound. But Green stares anyway. All of them do.

He has seen — and felt — a fairy heal his wounds more than once, both as a whole being and while split. Watching his friend do it, however, his brother whom he had never guessed harbored such a secret (and whom had willingly shared this secret in order to find and rescue them), is different.

And the feel of it, the ease of the pangs that had gradually grown in his abdomen the longer Vio suffered, is more gentle, more caring than any other fairy prior.

When the older hero pulls back and the glow disappears, Green hardly knows it. The magic fades in dying whispers, a mere breeze that calmed a hurricane. He is left soothed, painless in its wake.

“You will need to rest,” Time murmurs, exhaustion thick in his tone. “But the danger is passed. If you wish to reunite, I think the only side effect would be fatigue.” He inclines his head. “Only you truly understand the nature of the magic you all use, however. If you don’t yet feel ready to become one and regain your original size, I will stay with you until you are.”

Vio blinks dazedly up at him. There is more color in his cheeks now that the bleeding has stopped.

“Thank you,” he whispers. “But there is no need for you to stay.”

“You’ve done so much,” Red puts in.

Blue nods. “We can take care of ourselves now.”

“We will reform once Vio’s rested,” Green says. Even to his tired eyes, Time looks ready to collapse. To mend such a severe wound could not have been a simple feat. “And then we’ll head back to camp. We’ll be alright, I promise.”

Time gazes at them all. Then, he smiles.

“Would a little company really be so terrible?” He cocks his head. “I would like to know more about these powers of yours, if you’re willing to share.”

“Of course, we would enjoy your company,” Green says with a grin. “And we would be happy to explain our power to you.”

“Only if you’re up for explaining yours,” Blue remarks, flopping down beside the two other pieces of himself. Red follows suit.

Time chuckles. “My secret is already known. There is no reason to hold back what I know of this form.”

Vio’s eyes brighten anew with that intelligent fire of his. And Green can’t help but smile as he asks his questions — voice growing stronger with each one — and Time, aglow with magic, wings still reflecting the sun in jagged prisms of warning…begins to answer them.

[utilitycaster]

The Twins in the Feywild

or, the adaptation is good, actually:

The thing about the Feywild arc in the Legend of Vox Machina is that it's not just a simple condensing of 20-ish hours into perhaps one hour; it's also at a notably different point in the story, and is changed to reflect that.

[as a sidebar: I am not tagging spoilers for Critical Role Campaign 1, as the episodes in question are 5+ years old. This post does have a large number of them, and in general, if you are new to CR and found this via the TLOVM tag, welcome! My blog will have spoilers for the campaign.]

In Campaign 1, after the Sunken Tomb and the encounter with Kamaljiori (who survives in the campaign, incidentally), all of Vox Machina heads towards Westruun. Grog has his (also different from TLOVM, also condensed in a thoughtful way that may be discussed in a separate post) struggles with Craven Edge, and they all encounter the Herd of Storms, deal with them, and kill Umbrasyl. The episode after they have killed the first of the four dragons responsible for the Conclave attacks, Umbrasyl the Hope Devourer, is aptly named Hope; they then go to Vasselheim where Vax formalizes his relationship to the Raven Queen, and then deal with Hotis back in Whitestone. The Deathwalker's Ward's flight power is also activated. Then they go to the Feywild, together (though Pike stays behind again due to Ashley's schedule.) In general, Vax has made peace with his decision, and the party is, for the most part, much more optimistic than they are here.

Here, all four dragons are still at large, Keyleth's spell was interrupted, Vax is still on edge, and the last thing they saw was Pike, impaled on Grog's sword. They are doing far worse.

So, understandably, Vax is in a sour mood the entire trip. This significantly changes his role, as he's less able to offer support for Vex. Keyleth is also more insecure.

The episode in Syngorn in the main campaign, which was also, notably, Critical Role's first ever live show with the tech hiccups and nerves that implies, is actually pretty funny. We do get the twins' encounter with Syldor - more on that later - but a large portion of the episode is dedicated towards stealing hats and trying to find a threshold crest for Garmelie (with Keyleth and Percy eventually outsmarting him on a technicality, in true Fey fashion); and the party accidentally implying and then fully leaning into implication that they are polyamorous and need a room so that they can have an orgy. I've seen indications that Syngorn was much grimmer than that; while the twins were understandably frustrated with it, it was far from a dark episode.

With the caveat that I have not read Kith and Kin, Syldor Vessar is one of the characters in Critical Role canon whom I feel the fandom has the most warped perception. He is a dick, to be clear; but on a scale of living character parents, he is treated with a vitriol the far worse Howaardt Darrington and Thoreau Lionett oddly dodge, and it says something that Tary and Beau never to our knowledge attempt to interact with their fathers again, whereas Vex maintains a distant and at times contentious but minimally cordial relationship with hers. (It's not unique for parents in this show to be given the madonna/whore treatment, as others have noted, and parents who fall most towards the middle of that false dichotomy tend to bear the brunt of it - see the Calloways and the Gentleman - but Syldor's treatment is, to be honest, inexplicable and weird.)

In "Heredity and Hats," Syldor is not warm or pleasant, but he does, in fact, apologize at length for his behavior and accepts that the twins have reason to hate him when he offers his assistance. (1x60, 47:58) He also accepts Percy's correction of Vex's title in full, and indeed, seems pleased by it (1x60, 55:22). He is not a good person, but he is, by the time the twins see him in the Feywild, a penitent one. And, in this episode, Vax is the one who is largely unconcerned with Syldor, with the implication he's already given up on him and doesn't particularly care, whereas Vex is much angrier.

However, that's all very difficult to convey in TLOVM in under ten minutes, when Vex's upcoming showdown with Saundor hinges on her insecurity surrounding how she was perceived in the past and her ongoing struggles with powerlessness. So in that, Syldor is far more dismissive, and Vax, who is still, as mentioned, in a very angry place himself, is, well, angry. It is a different tack! It also is a very smart choice given that in a campaign that lasts hundreds of hours, the rule is show don't tell; and in an animated series that must compress this into a tiny fraction of that time, that rule is lifted. This is not a time for the subtle background of Vex's C1 arc. There is no time for the subtle background of Vex's C1 arc. What matters is that the adaptation is consistent within itself; achieves the general, for lack of a better term, vibes and major plot beats of the original campaign; and can reach an audience unfamiliar with the source material. We can't make Syldor fascinatingly complex and Vax blasé here, so we don't, so that we can understand why Saundor is able to cut so close to the core of Vex before she's able to pull away.

It's different! And, yes, as someone who does like something very long-form and subtle and show-not-tell, I do prefer the original! I also think that within the limitations of an animated show with 6-hour seasons, with the assumption that the Feywild arc starts here (that is, with Vax still where he is emotionally, Umbrasyl alive, and Grog, Scanlan, and Pike absent), trying to otherwise keep things the same would feel artificial and unsatisfying, and fail to serve Vex's story. It is changed to heighten it in a medium that needs heightening because there's no time for breadth, and you can dislike it, but criticizing it for not being identical to the original is a particularly egregious missing of the point.

(It's also worth keeping in mind: have you rewatched this arc recently? Are you even comparing it to the story as it was, or are you comparing it to the story you remember, because, like it or not, Vex's story was always very much about her relationships to Syldor, Vax, and Percy, and her need to be liked; her flaw was that she simultaneously desperately needed people and hated herself for it.)

[rleonard9]

https://www.tumblr.com/lennysfridge/750961738579607552/httpswwwtumblrcomlennysfridge750961430829957

Ryan is angry and brea is trying to calm him down by saying it isn’t hurting her. In reality she hasn’t felt so insecure since her senior year in high school. To add to it when brea and kinsley go to the next game. Some people sitting behind her start calling her names that aren’t something kin should hear she covers her ears, because no baby should hear those words. By the time the game is over and she goes to see Ryan she tries to look fine but the tear stains shows it all. He just wishes he could protect his girls from all of this

“people are saying nasty things.” brea blurts out crying as ryan walks towards them, his smile fades

“what did they say?” he takes a sleeping kinsley in his arms

“stuff about me and swearing.” she hiccups “i hated it.” ryan rubs her back

“i’m gonna say something.”

“n-no, d-dont.” she sniffs “i just w-won’t c-come t-to the games.”

“you are coming to games, i won’t let anyone disrespect my girlfriend and daughter baby.”

[hermesserpent-stuff]

reader beware spoilers in there

in the future of transmutation of the soul

Hiccup grips tight to Toothless’ saddle as his friend trembles and ignores him. He is scared as they enter a thick fog. Dagur flies right behind on Haelin. He takes a breath and whispers to his drake.

“~Toothless? Safe?~”

“~Bad nest. Bad *****~” The word is unfamiliar in meaning. “~Her voice is in my head. I will keep you safe, but bad nest is dangerous.”

Toothless’ tone is so warbly and scared. Hiccup takes a deep breath and scratches Toothless’ neck.

“~We take it on together.~” He shifts in his saddle and calls to Dagur, not too loud, just loud enough to carry. “~Bad nest. Enemy territory. Keep your eyes open clutch mate!~”

Dagur and Haelin croon in affirmative and keep flying just behind them and a little to the left. Dragons slowly start to surround them, most carrying fish, sheep, or even a yak or two. Hiccup narrows his eyes. Most of the dragons that he had met ate immediately. Normally they did not carry food long distances. He is worried for what is to come.

They dive into a cave system and then into a large cave with a smoking chasm below. Toothless leads them to a crack to watch on as dragons drop the food down into the pit. Hiccup tenses. Why are they doing that? Dragons are not fools. They do not waste food, not on purpose. Sharing food was valued heavily because it meant caring or having more than enough. But these dragons are just dropping food into a pit. All the dragons in the crevices and caves of the walls are tense and full of anxiety. Hiccup bites his lip.

Then a Gronkle flies over the pit, dropping a single pitiful fish. All the dragons tense up further. Suddenly something truly massive surges up from the pit and opens its jaws. It snatches the Gronckle from the air and swallowing it down as the nest chitters anxiously. Hiccup feels something slam up against his mind, some sort of mental force. But it is shoved away by his own rage. This is a nest. That must have been a Queen. A bad queen. 

Rage consumes him and he snarls. He leans forward as the queen vanish down into the smoke and Toothless seems to understand what he is about to do. His tensing and joint growl shows that Toothless agrees. They shriek out a challenge as one, anger at the horror that this queen inflicted. Hiccup is raging at the knowledge that his best friend had live his life in fear of this queen eating him. It explained the dragon raids and their frequency on Berk. 

The queen rises back up, screaming at their challenge. Dagur lets out a wild cackle and Haelan shrieks and the four of them launch up. Toothless shrieks out further challenges as Hiccup insults the queen.

“~Worthless!! Horrid!!! Monster!~”

He shrieks at the queen and she howls at the insults. They shoot one plasma blast down at her and zoom upwards. She follows and the whole next goes into an uproar. It is chaos. He continues insulting her, rage flowing across his tongue as Norse and Dragonese swirls across his tongue. Dagur backs him up with cackles and croons flying behind him. The queen destroys one part of the mountain that held the nest in her haste to try and kill him. They exescape into the open air and duck beneath a wall of flame that chases him and Toothless. They spiral around the queen and he quickly discovers that the hide is too thick to blast as Haelin’s fire cascades harmlessly off her hide. Hiccup darts in close and spots her wings. He needs her to follow him heavenward where the clouds are thick and blackening. 

Hiccup pulls Toothless up and they dart about her face to get her to follow. They fly up into the clouds, shrieking and spilling more insults. She slowly starts to fly after him. Hiccup dives into the clouds, hiding from her eyes. She roars.

“~COME FACE ME TRAITOR OF KIN!~”

She screams, flame swirling through the clouds. 

But now Hiccup and Toothless are silent as shadows, darting between the clouds and landing precise strikes on her wings. She is not built for speed or mobility like they are. They then dive out of the clouds and get her to chase them towards the ground with one final insult. They approach the ground at the speed of lightning. 

Hold.

Hold.

Now! 

They spin around and fire into the maw that threatens to close around them. And he shrieks and they try to fly out of the way as the queen’s ripped wings fail to slow her fall. He can hear his brother’s worried shrieks as they dart around the body of the falling body of the giant. But they are hit by the tail and sent spinning. Hiccup loses consciousness as his body screams in pain.

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Hiccup is not sure how long later he wakes up. It feels like coming out of death, bones and muscles stiff from disuse. 

[useless-moss]

Getting back into my shenanigans and a 'Dagur working through prison trauma w/ Hiccup' fic reminded me of an old angsty idea @reallyprofoundkryptonite and I had for the Kin All the Same AU. Also nutmeg idea inspired by that one @evilwriter37 Heather fic. (I'm almost certain it was one of their fics at least-)

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TW: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Referenced Kidnapping, Implied/Referenced Rape, Rape Aftermath, Implied Pregnancy and Abortion

Characters: Original Trans Male Character (Magnus), Viggo, Krogan, Dagur. Other characters mentioned.

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The last few weeks have been... Hell, to put it lightly. The panic of Magnus' initial disappearance, followed by the anger and fear of learning he'd been taken by Grimmel, and then the fight to get him back. A fight that was doomed to be a bloodbath from the second the hunter dared lay his hands on Magnus. For rather obvious reasons, in retrospect. No sane person, or person even vaguely aware of the consequences, would reasonably try. And for good reason.

Viggo, Dagur, and Krogan saw Magnus as their own. They'd worked together to raise the boy, and they didn't tolerate their son so much as being insulted. Dagur has thrown men overboard for challenging what Magnus says in regards to the dragons he handled. He's struck a few idiots with an axe for suggesting the boy be used as 'stress relief' during some particularly rough weeks at sea. Krogan has outright killed a few men, his own flyers and Viggo's hunters alike, for similar reasons. One poor bastard thought it would be funny to grab the boys chest once. There wasn't enough left of him to even throw to the fishes, and Krogan's clothes were soaked in so much blood you'd believe they had always been that red. Viggo, ever the voice of reason (about 90% of the time at least), was less violent. But he's still fired men on the spot for making the wrong comment, even jokingly, about Magnus.

The battle, the raid of Grimmel's camp, had been a gory mess. A vague plan of action, but endless violence otherwise. Men had been ripped apart like paper or gutted like fish. Broken bones, charred bodies. Even Hiccup refused to hold back, letting the dragons fight however they thought best. Letting the dragons, for a few moments at least, sink back into their wild nature. Some men had bites taken out of them, courtesy of Krogan and Hookfang. Grimmel himself had barely escaped, and even when he had he'd been one arm and almost an entire camp short. Those that survived the attack would be permanently scarred. Permanently mutilated, and carrying the memory of violence they've probably never even imagined before.

Magnus wasn't in good condition, physically or mentally. He was blind in one eye now, a fact that made both Viggo and Krogan's hearts ache. They both knew what that was like, of course. The scales around his left eye that created a birthmark-like appearance, that marked Magnus as having Lycanwing blood like Krogan did, had also been flayed off. Cut and pulled. Separated from skin and muscle in a manner that was grotesque, yet neat. Showing Grimmel had drawn out the process. Broken bones that had begun healing wrong and needed to be painfully readjusted. Dehydration. The list seemed extensive, yet far too short, considering this was Grimmel who did it.

"Do you need anything else?" The voice is soft and smooth. Very characteristic of Viggo, but lacking the usual edge it carried. There's a pause. A moment of silent consideration, then a shuddering breath.

"Nutmeg. A large dose." The answer is straightforward, like Magnus has been thinking about it for a while now. Which, in retrospect, he probably has. He'd picked up a fair bit of Viggo's planning ahead habit over the years. And, of course, being the resident healer of the hunter's gave him plenty of knowledge.

The younger ones in the room, helping monitor and tend to Magnus's injuries and mental state, don't understand the implications. But Viggo does. It makes him feel nauseous and enraged all at once. It makes him feel guilty as well.

"... Grimmel..?" The question is asked by Krogan this time, in a clipped manner. Like the dark skinned man is just barely holding himself back from screaming and punching a wall in a mix of grief and rage. A simple nod is the answer, and then Krogan is storming out. Ryker follows. Viggo swallows the lump forming in his throat, and nods to Hiccup and Fishlegs. A silent gesture for them to go get what Magnus requested. Dagur and Viggo stick with the boy. Until Krogan's yelling grows audible, at least, and then Viggo leaves to try and help his brother calm the man.

Dagur refuses to leave the boys' side. He sticks by Magnus like a tick to a dog, fingers carding through reddish brown hair. They sit mostly in silence. There isn't much to say. No amount of comforting words or promises seemed to be enough. No vows for revenge felt right. The thought of telling the boy about his time in prison doesn't seem right at the moment either, and Dagur highly doubts Magnus wants to hear how his adoptive father had gone through a similar thing in the first place. It would likely hurt the boy more than anything else.

Krogan and Viggo returned at some point. Ryker left to go make some food and to give the immediate family some time. It's been weeks since they've all been together, after all. So they're given time to just be there for each other. Krogan, the man was surprisingly cuddly when he trusted someone, kept Magnus up against his side in a protective embrace. Dagur crowded the boys' other side, resting his head on Magnus's shoulder. Viggo sits next to Krogan, fingers lightly interlocked with the boys own as a reminder that he's here as well.

And when the bleeding starts, when it's clear Magnus needs his dad's more than anything else right now, they stay. They wouldn't dare leave, no matter how much the evidence of the horror their son experienced hurt. Their pain is miniscule in comparison.

[lamemaster]

Cannot Not Love (Maglor x Reader)

Pairing: Maglor x Reader

AN: Just wanted to feel that angst before I go slep slep. Really no plot but just angst to appease the mellow gods of Tumblr. This is inspired by a show that I have binged the entire day today :)) So now it's your problem :))))

Summary: "You cannot do this. You cannot continue loving him at this cost. At your cost. You cannot force him to love you."

Warning: Two very depresso people.

"You all claim that this is a scheme," you turn around to face your sisters. Who stare at you with pity in their eyes. "That the Feanorian aims to use me to gain access to a world he left ages ago, but there is nothing there. You claim that he wants to regain his lost status through me." You pause, you try to reign your bubblings frustration, your traitorous thoughts that you would not dare say out loud but all fails.

Your heart has burst open from all the pain that has accumulated for so long."It was me," you tell your sisters. "I sought him, he did not seek me. I did not care for my injured feet, for my family, for my dignity, for my duties when I heard his song. I wandered, looking for him like a crazed elleth. But he…he did not even look at me. He did not care enough to acknowledge my presence," the pain of Maglor's indifference blooms in front of your eyes.

"Even after all this time he did not...he did not look," your hands tangle into your messed up hair. You crouch into yourself. Trying to escape from the thrumming ache in your every pore. You try to escape it to no avail.

"He left. He considers me nothing, not a friend, nor an enemy. I am nothing to him," you support yourself on the chaise. "How could one taking advantage be so uncaring? If he wanted my father's wealth, our status, or even his past he could have used my appreciation for him." You would have let him. You would have given him everything.

But he does not need you. You are not good enough. "It's me. I am the one living in a dream where he cares for me."

You reminisce about the past where you loved him. Hidden deep in your heart, there has always been love. A secret affection for the one whose eyes never met yours. You should stop loving him. You should not care for his songs, his harp, his music, his reserved laughter, his pain but you can't help it. He is a part of you that you cannot abandon.

"Y/N, father would never approve of it. Not with a kin-slayer…" your sister shakes your shoulders as if waking you from a nightmare. "Maglor made a choice similar to the one he made back then. He does not love you, Y/N," her words pierce your heart, and it leaves you gasping for air.

"Think about our parents, us siblings, about yourself. Does our love fall short of his?" Your sister cups your face as she seats you on the chaise. Her hands untangle your fingers from your hair. "You cannot do this. You cannot continue loving him at this cost. At your cost. You cannot force him to love you."

"And what about forcing someone to not love?" Your sisters look ready to argue, but you continue. "Fine, then. I will not leave this room. I will live burning in this prison-like confinement, but neither you, father, nor Maglor can stop me from loving him." You have tried so hard but nothing has stopped you or your heart. The tears in your eyes make it harder to see the world. The noise of your own heartbeat drowns every other sound.

Your aggrieved hiccups and your sobs leave your throat tight and aching. I am not capable of not loving him." It is a confession laid bare in your broken voice. "I...I love him. That's all I can do."

In the end, you are left with a heart that still beats for him, even though you know it may never be reciprocated. You are a captive of your own emotions, bound by a love that refuses to release its hold on you.

In the deep, unfrequented paths of the forest, Maglor finds himself with a harp and a song on his lips. His words blend into lyrics of a creation he does not seek yet he cannot stop. He sings with his eyes closed and rests his back against the grating bark of a tree.

Prancing deers, preening peacocks, nimble squirrels surround him with their own contributions to his song. It is peaceful, and for a fleeting moment, the pull of his oath, the call of the Silmarils, and the weight of guilt from his crimes dissipate into the embrace of nature's harmonies.

Yet, even in his music, there is a secret waiting to be revealed, a temptation lurking within his grasp. An incomplete scenery waiting to be completed by its painter. And when he finally opens his eyes, he finds you.

Standing in front of him, your hands stretched in an elegant posture, your feet moving to the rhythm of his song, your hair flying in the air like a cascade of silk. You dance, not for an audience, but for the pure joy of the moment, and it captivates him.

You pause gracefully when his song comes to an end, your eyes meeting his with an intensity that sends a shiver down his spine. There is something in your gaze that both draws him in and scares him the most.

An emotion so profound that Maglor cannot bring himself to bear it. He has always seen it in your eyes, ever-present, and it lingers even after all that has come to pass. Maybe that is why he cannot bring himself to confront it. He cannot fathom accepting a gift given so selflessly, for he believes he is unworthy of such pure affection.

As the echoes of his music fade, the forest seems to hold its breath, as if anticipating the moment that follows. You step closer to him, the distance between you narrowing with every heartbeat.

There is an unspoken understanding between you, a connection that transcends words. For a moment, time seems to stand still, and the world around you fades away, leaving only the two of you.

He knows just the way your dance completes his song, the way his notes complete your steps. You both complete the incomplete in each other. He has known it for the longest time. And you have too.

There is not a single accusation in your eyes. No complaints about his actions, just him. He sees himself. Your delicate gown trails on the forest floor behind you, while your feet bleed onto the soil of Aman.

Blood has followed him here. Into your life. A reminder of his fate. A fate that would follow you. He cannot...the stage of your union with him remains untouched.

Maglor flees from the love that has knocked on his door. As he has done for all of your confessions. Unworthy, he is not worthy of accepting it as he was in the past.

[wellthebardsdead]

The mourned & the healing FINAL

last part here

THE CONCLUSION! THE HAPPY ENDING IS HERE AT LAST! FEAST MY CHILDREN! (Edit: yes I know I wrote winterhold instead of windhelm I was tired so there’s a lot of grammatical errors don’t be mean to me I’m fragile I will break-)

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Nerevar: *standing on the deck of the northern maiden, watching as the city city of windhelm comes into view, the imperial banners now flying from its walls* welcome home my love… *squeezes leileis side watching the other chimers face with adoration, thinking his confusion is the most adorable thing in the world*

Riiju-Lei: we’re- here- when? When did the empire take over?

Nerevar: Well, while we were gone I received correspondence from some eyes I had in the city that, things were, not going as ulfric had promised us… So We offered support to the empire and obliterated the stormcloaks forces. Last I heard the ‘grey’ quarter was being repaired.

Riiju-Lei: *looking at him stunned* I- it’s being fixed?… guards are patrolling the streets and protecting our kin I-… why didn’t you tell me?… I could have helped I-

Nerevar: I know my dreamer, I should have but… Azuras mercy you almost died, and apart from that you were so overwhelmed with everything I couldn’t bear ruining your adventure by bringing up ulfric… it was supposed to be a time when you could be you, free of the burdens of being the dragonborn… *sighs* but you’re r-

Riiju-Lei: *leans in cutting him off with a soft and deep kiss as the ship docks in the harbour* no, don’t apologise… Im greatful, love.

Nerevar: *smiles down at him and returns another kiss* im glad my lo-

Kaidan: *suddenly walks past with a very green Taliesin in his arms* Right while you two get smoochy in the snow we’ll be at the corner club settling his stomach.

Lucien: *following after them* I’m going to get my land legs back and go for a stroll- and Inigo is- um-

Inigo: *carrying a very drunk and emotional sero over his shoulder* it is okay my friend you will return to solstheim and your handsome barkeep lover in due time.

Sero: *hugging and sobbing into his tail* we didn’t even stop on the island- *hiccups* long enough for a drink never mind a quick ro- *hiccups* romp!

Riiju-Lei: *snickers softly watching them go* I think… I’d like to show you my old home now… if it’s still there… it’s just a pile of ash and scorched stone now but… I’d like to see it and how my old stomping grounds have changed before we visit my parents.

Nerevar: *nods and smiles taking his hands* I’m so excited to honour their names in our unified house.

Riiju-Lei: *smiles up at him* I am too. Gods I can’t wait to marry you again.

Nerevar: *laughs and leans in giving him a kiss* with our children present, will they accept me as their father too?…

Riiju-Lei: *nods* they will, Khash you may have to earn her trust though.

Nerevar: *nods* I’ll do whatever it takes… and even if I never earn it, I’ll still care for them, as I do you.

Riiju-Lei: *squeezes his hands* I know you will, my love.

*a few minutes and a short walk later*

Riiju-Lei: *walking towards candlehearth hall* gods I can’t believe how quickly everything changed. The remnants of my home gone. Sadris store got an upgrade, and the corner club moved to-… *blinks watching dunmer walk in and out of the tavern with humans, other mer and beast folk alike* this… doesn’t even feel like windhelm anymore. It feels… welcoming… like… like… home-

???: you- you ruined everything! You ruined my life!!

Riiju-Lei: By the hist you’ve got to be joking- *turns around to find Rolff stone fist huddled by the warmth of one of the large fires scattered around the city, dressed in rags and his body burned and bruised beyond repair* oh, my…

Rolff: *steps forward visibly in pain but still so fuelled with hatred he pushes through* m-my brothers dead b-because of you! E-everythin-ing that’s h-happened t-to me is your f-fault! I’ll ki-kill you! ILL KILL Y- *goes silent as the tip of an uncomfortably familiar spear suddenly punctures through his chest, and the familiar shrill cry of a familiar disassociated councillor sends dread dropping to the pit of leileis stomach as Rolff hits the ground with a hard thud, dead*

Seht Dres: YOU-YOU STUPID BLUNDERING N’WAH!!! YOU RUINED MY SHOT!!! *raises his hand trying to command muatra to rise from the nords corpse, only managing to make it writhe and twist, as if refusing to listen to his command* Ugh!!! Usel- *blinks looking away from the spear to see Nerevar closing the cap between him and LeiLei, his blade drawn and ready to kill* STAY BACK!! IM WARNING YOU! I KILLED YOU ONCE ILL DO IT AGA-

Nerevar: SHUT. UP. *swings his sword taking his head off with one swift motion before walking to Rolff and grabbing the spear from his body* I have had far more than enough of this! *rips the spear free and snaps it over his knee before unceremoniously tossing it into the fire in front of candlehearth hall* …it’s over… *looks around to see the citizens of the city, some passing by, some patrons, all staring at him* ANYBODY ELSE WANT TO MESS WITH MY HUSBAND?!

Everyone: *swiftly hurry away pretending like they saw nothing*

Riiju-Lei: *all three eyes fixated on sen dres and Rolff before looking up at nerevar, his neht, his husband* my moon and star… *takes a timid step forward, as if afraid the bodies would rise up to attack him like ghosts from the past, before tossing caution to the frigid winds and running into his arms embracing him* are you okay?

Nerevar: *smiles feeling at ease in his arms and at home as he holds him tight* I’m fine, are you?

Riiju-Lei: I am, I’m more than okay… *looks down at the corpses bleeding into the snow* we should um… maybe take them with us to the hall of the dead- I don’t want to leave them here there’s children in the city.

*a few minutes later*

Riiju-Lei: *smiling as he sits beside nerevar before his parents urns. That feeling of pain and grief he’d felt for the first time in his last visit, now replaced with joy and pride as nerevar presents himself to them as his husband as if they were alive, as he recites the honouring of them as his in laws, the welcoming of them into his house and wishing to be welcomed into theirs, and as he asks for their blessings and permission to love Riiju-Lei until his dying breathes*

Nerevar: *finishes the rites and places not three, but four plagues at their urns beside the fresh flowers and the bottle of mead. One for house dagoth, one for house indoril, one to unify their houses, and one for house hist, to finally honour leileis mother with the reverence she always deserved* I hope… their spirits will join us for our union in this land.

Riiju-Lei: They will. *smiles and pulls a little bag of ash rice from his pocket, a bag made from the scarf he gave to nerevar, the scarf his mother carried him in when he was just a babe* Mama… da?… *shuffles to the urns and sets the bag down between them* I asked, Azura for a blessing… I know neither of you worship her but… she’s important to nerevar, my neht, and to me as well… I hope… with her blessings you’ll be protected wherever your souls have wandered… i- *rubs his face as tears prick his eyes, that overwhelming grief suddenly returning, grief that they can’t be here* I miss you both, dearly…

Nerevar: *rubs his back and pulls him into a hug, no words spoken, no words needed, just his presence being reassuring enough for LeiLei to break down into sobs* they’re so proud of you my love… *smiles looking over his shoulder to see the two ghostly figures, both holding each other, smiling at them, at their son, a rugged nord, and a beautiful argonian, both beaming with pride and joy that their son is loved, that he’s finally whole* so very proud.

*a few weeks later*

Lucien: *peering out the window of the temple of Kynareth to see the crowds gathering from far and wide, all of them faces touched somehow by the dragonborn and the Hortator, all eagerly waiting to witness the union* Okay everyones waiting!! Send out the flower girls!

Caryalind: *handing leileis daughters baskets of flowers and Khash the biggest one as the head of the group* okay go go go!

Khash: okay! *nods and steps out of the temple with her chest puffed out proudly as she tosses flowers and petals with her sisters Sofie, Sissel, and Lucia, leading the way towards the sapling of the gildergleam*

Lucien: Okay send out the boys!

Inigo: *fixing the boys outfits last minute, Alesan dressed as a companion whelp in training, and Blaise as an ordinators apprentice*

Alesan: *nudges his brother* dibs on the first slice of cake.

Blaise: screw off… I’ll trade you my desert for a week for it, I’m trying to impress Mila.

Alesan: deal. *snickers walking with him out of the temple and to the tree, both of them standing by their sisters and team dragonborn, inigo and Lucien following after them and joining them in waiting*

Riiju-Lei: *quietly praying at the shrine of Kynareth for one final blessing from his fathers pantheon*

Nerevar: *gently takes his hand* darling… they’re waiting.

Riiju-Lei: *nods and stands up taking both of his hands in his* let’s go. *smiles and links his arm with his, unable to contain his joy, his excitement, reliving this love again, this feeling bubbling in his chest, a feeling he’d been without for so very long, so long feeling empty, now finally whole*

Nerevar: *leans down to sneak one final kiss and grins into his beloveds lips* I could marry you a hundred times over and it’d still feel like I’m falling in love all over again. *steps from the temple with him and walks to the gildergleam, the crowd all standing, waiting as Jarl Balgruuf awaits them*

Jarl Balgruuf: *smiles as they approach and stand before him, neither of them able to pull their eyes from one another* Well, I had a whole speech prepared, but. I take it you two would rather be married in a hurry.

Ireleth: *used to dunmeri traditions and long drawn out ceremonies* my lord there’s-

Nerevar & Leilei: Yes.

Ireleth: Nevermind.

Jarl Balgruuf: *chuckles softly as light giggles and laughter echo through the crowd* in that case. Riiju-Lei, dragonborn, thane of whiterun, harbinger of the companions and hero to all skyrim, do you?

Riiju-Lei: *eyes locked lovingly with nerevars* yes.

Jarl Balgruuf: Nerevar of-

Nerevar: Yes.

Everyone: *laughs and cheers in hushed whispers*

Jarl Balgruuf: Ha! Well then, who am I to keep you waiting. By the right of Jarl, I now pronounce you married under the eyes of Mara and whomever else may bless this union.

Riiju-Lei: thank the gods. *grabs nerevar by his face pulling him into a kiss making the crowd erupt into cheers and celebration*

Nerevar: *smiles into the kiss and pulls away just to look at his husband, his dreamer, his voryn, his LeiLei* my love…

Riiju-Lei: *tears pouring down his face as he grins up at him, so full of love and happiness* my heart.

[dragonmasterhiccup]

Honest question Hiccup. If you had a chance to drop the mantle of Chief, have someone else replace you with no consequence to the tribe's well-being and fly off to explore the world beyond the Archipelago you've grown to know, would you? I'm talking visit the mainland, explore different cultures, expand your horizons beyond the Nordic territories.

The catch would be, said people who are heading up the village are your team. Your mother, Eret, the Gang, because I'd imagine those would be the people who would best look after your kin. They are all of the opinion "You have given enough, Hiccup. Go see the world."

It be you and Toothless alone, similarly to how you would have wanted it at 15.

Would you?

"That's quite the question, greyface..." He scratched the back of his head, thinking of what to say. "On the one hand...that sounds amazing. I'd love to travel, to see more of the world with Toothless...but, on the other hand, my father entrusted me with taking care of our tribe...I can't just abandon it, can I? When the other riders and I were on the Edge, exploring everything the Dragon Eye had to show us, it was incredible, but we got into our fair share of trouble. I may be older, and hopefully wiser, but... knowing I had friends to look out for me helped me know it would all be fine, that we'd make it out alright. So....as appealing as that sounds, my place is here, on Berk, protecting my own."

[tenguucringefails]

MY SELF INDULGENT UNDERTALE AU!!!!

THIS IS-

*checks smudged writing on hand*

THE 3RD (???) REVISION

It's...real convoluted. I don't even know how to sum up the plot simply because it's meant to be really meta.

I guess you can say Lucy is like a visitor to the Undertale Universe and is directly overseeing the narrative of the story. Like your usual self insert shenanigans except they've long since established a place into the story since before they even joined it, manipulating it to go exactly as it should. But that doesn't come without it's hiccups as Lucy finds their self deeply involved with everyone's life to the point of obsession.

Another thing to note, Lucy’s physical appearance changes a lot in and out of the story but this current look is sometime after meeting Frisk but before the fall. So don't be too alarmed if you see me drawing them differently a lot, there's lore reasons there.

Also sorry to the Undertale!Actors AU girlies that have thought of using that name because I'm stealing it from you.

Here’s more of Lucy and Frisk being goobers together and a bit more lore about them below!

Frisk communicates through their soul to Lucy and Monsters! They're still very reserved and don't speak often, though.

[Note: The fall into the underground nearly kills Frisk but Lucy fuses their souls together to keep them alive. Lucy isn't human but her soul is very human like in appearance and thanks to their soul trait, compatibility wasn't much of an issue aside from Frisk becoming more magically inclined from Lucy's residual magic. Their soul trait is Transparency and it looks like milky glass. NORMALLY, Transparency souls are supposed to be crystal clear but trauma can cloud it! :o) ]

During battles, Lucy releases her physical form and hides away in their shared soul. She usually leaves Frisk to handle things but she can control their movements and actions in this state.

When Lucy is like this, only Frisk can hear her colorful commentary and she has a LOT to say during battles lmao

Frisk's eyes are naturally red and lidded. Rarely will they fully open their eyes and with the increase of magic in their body from the soul fusion, they often keep them completely closed because they're sensitive.

They also have thick lashes lmao

Chara's here too! And Lucy hates them! She dislikes Chara and most variations of Chara and will instantly lock onto their presence, regardless of they're trying to be subtle. One notable thing about Chara is that when they're in control of Frisk, their eyes are wide open.

As the text says, Lucy is shorter than Frisk lol

Frisk being 157cm

And Lucy being 152cm

But make no mistake, Lucy is not younger! Time becomes very mute for Lucy after a while, so it's hard to really give her an exact age...so we'll just say she's around 16-17 around the time she meets Frisk (I was 16 when I first played Undertale!). She stops aging at around 24, though, which happens much later.

Frisk and Lucy are both little weirdos and share affection in odd ways. Since Lucy isn't human, she doesn't know how to love in a human way, so she ends up mimicing what she's seen and heard. She unintentionally picks up the way Frisk shows affection which happens to be similar to the way cats care for their kin.

I like to imagine Lucy and Frisk are platonic soulmates and both see their friendship as irreplaceable in each other's eyes!

Anyway, that's all it for now! Thanks for reading about my little goobies!

[marysunburn]

Azir’s historical reenactment

A few months have passed since Azir has been captured by Xerath and forced to build him a temple. He’s still defiant and proud, relishing in his armor of bloodline. “He’s but a raging Baccai, but I’m Emperor Omah Azir. I’m of imperial blood, and this makes me strong. There’s nothing he can do to tarnish my pride.”

Xerath, of course, knows Azir finds solace in him being an emperor. And the best way to put in his thick skull that 1. Emperors aren’t as great as he thinks and 2. He’s not an emperor anymore, but a lowly wretch who deserves nothing but pain and pity is through a field he’s very well versed in: history.

One day, as Azir’s eyes readjust to the sunny desert after another night in that godforsaken falconry hood, he notices a bunch of scrolls next to the throne room of his tormentor. Since he cannot speak he doesn’t ask what those are, but something tells him that it will not bring him solace – and sure enough.

That’s when Xerath imposes on Azir the request to kiss his hand whenever he’s fed. Azir first pecks it in defiance, but Xerath is ready – he has his prisoner strung up with chains on a huge wooden cross, underneath the scorching sun, yelping of pain for the burns and with his eyes directly aimed at the searing lights.

For three days.

“Remember this, Azir? You had a fondness for crosses, back then. Apparently this is how you dispose of those who don’t agree with your commands. I learned from the best… of the worst.”

He also forces Azir to keep his head bowed at all times, locking him into a custom-made pillory until he stops keeping it high in defiance. Whenever Azir raises his head, blasts of magic sear through his body. Somehow he prefers to watch him do it on his own once he’s learned the posture.

The cage where Azir is to sleep is inside a cavern in the sandstone cave, to increase his isolation, but when it rains – it’s rare but it can happen – he has Azir out in the sand, getting every drop. And if you know how cold leather can get in the rain – my legs can attest – you can imagine by yourself what cold wet leather on your HEAD feels like.

“You wonder why, Azir? Because I can. Because you’re nothing and I command you, and your kin showed me what command tastes like on the wrong foot. Now you savor it, Azir. I have ancestors too, you see… and they are cheering for this moment.”

One time he pours honey on his feathers, so the bugs may teem on him and make his workday miserable. Azir is pretty sure he swallowed a couple; in the following days he finds maggots in his wounds and almost pukes from disgust, dissociating until Xerath slaps him back into the world.

(apparently that’s a thing a real-life Pharaoh, Pepi the 2nd, would do to avoid the flies swarming on him)

Azir gets the final sting one dreadful night, where Xerath forces his infested, molting, exhausted, pained prisoner to sing a celebratory song to imperial power. A song he’d hear in his old life, sung to his father and then to himself, back when people cheered for him and worshipped the very ground he walked upon.

Azir was once a talented singer, but his throat is so sore and his mind so vacant, the melody is hardly recognizable as itself. That’s not him anymore: there’s no golden glory in his body, no crowd to applaud him, no comfort in the familiar words.

When the song is done, tears stain Azir’s feathery cheeks and Xerath seems amused.

“So, what have we learned?”

“That emperors are folly, my lord.”

“Yes they are. All of them. But… are you an emperor, Azir?”

He hiccups, tears forming brown circles on the sand next to his talons. Xerath has never made him cry for anything that wasn’t physical pain before.

“No, my lord. Not anymore.”

“So don’t ever expect me or anyone else to treat you like one, because that would be stupid even for you. Now back into your cage: I don’t want to see you for the rest of the day.”

[this is totally getting a part II because real life history is a treasure trove of “absolute rulers doing crazy stuff”]

[the-angel-of-the-bottomless-pit]

it's so sad because i've tried to find the how to train your dragon books online before and couldnt find them. the books are nastier if i remember correctly and also. the illustrations fucked severely. SEVERELY. everyone was UGLY and FUCKED UP looking and THAT'S LIFE baby

i probably can find the show though and. there's only 1 part of the show that mattered to me and it's the beserker that's obsessed with hiccup. like WE'RE BROTHERS, WE HAVE SUCH A BOND, i want to kill you WE'RE BEST FRIENDS, MY BROTHER, MY KIN, MY FRIEND, literally i just want to string you to a tree and watch wolves rip you apart like an elk MY BESTIE MY BRO, LETS HANG OUT AND ARM WRESTLE AND BONK HEADS TOGETHER

like what a funny fucking guy. he's just doing it up the only way he knows how. i remember the beserkers in the book being like that too it's just how they are. good for them

DAGUR. yes i had to wiki his name. mr DERANGED.

[legal-lost-boy]

✨☕🌧️🕊️

Thank you Maple! 😊

✨- which fictional character (book, show, or movie) do you relate to most?

Hiccup from How To Train Your Dragon is probably my forever kin. There was nothing more comforting to 10 year old me to see a character in an animated movie in the cinema that was exactly like me. Creative, always drawing, not one to fight, animal lover, "the weak one", etc. He's just so special to me and it was such a joy to actually grow up with him during the movie and show releases.

☕- coffee or tea?

Tea but I definitely love myself a good cup of coffee!

🌧️- favorite thing to do on rainy days?

Stay inside and watch my fav shows/movies with a warm beverage and snacks.

🕊️- 3 habits you have?

Nail biting (bad habit), checking my locked door atleast three times, closing my closet door before sleep. I'm a little paranoid 😅.

[r0-boat]

How to Train Your Dragon AU

( excluding rescue Riders and Nine Realms🤢)

Hello welcome back to my Rambles time to talk your ear off now .

Hi I am obsessed with dragons and we should talk about my favorite Dragon series.

Some parts are heavily based on the first movie LOL

Y'all I'm still upset I made memes for this post but tumblr won't let me add them 😭

Story:

The story takes place in Another Universe that isn't the normal How to Train Your Dragon timeline, so you will see some differences.

The twins grew up in a mostly seafaring Village however the waves around their Islands were violence and biking lives were threatened every time they set out to sea. At the time dragons were still considered a threat and the Vikings natural enemy...

Their mother was a born Warrior, and their village praised her for her many stories of heroic rescues and daring slaughtering of dragons.

Their father was a "simple" blacksmith however it's handcraft was like no other with Innovative technique to make not only better and lighter more durable weapons but he occasionally traveled into can crafting and construction.

( he gave his wife a sword that took him years to find materials for and forge for a wedding gift)

Like all Vikings during that time the tradition was when a child reaches a certain age, as a coming-of-age ceremony they must slay their first dragon, their mother's first dragon was a Skrill, the village had pretty high expectations for her kin.

Ingo was always the nicer one his mother still loved her boys deeply but was worried that ingo wouldn't survive, of course her boy did know how to defend himself he always protected his brother and himself when they were little, but if that time came where it was a Do or Die situation she's afraid that her son wouldn't make that decision.

When Ingo just so happened to overhear a conversation of his mother explaining her worries too her husband. He packed his stuff and set out for the Wilderness .

Ingo story follows similar to hiccup trying to kill his Dragon before eventually becoming friends with it

constantly sneaking it into the village while the rest of the village worried and fretted over one of the Chiefs Children. No one took and goes disappearance harder than Emmet. Refusing to take place into the ceremony until he finds his brother.

Ingo slips up and leaves one too many tracks behind causing Emmet to be hot on his tail

( Ingo has been gone for a well over a couple years, thinking about whether or not to come back home with knowing that dragons weren't demonic beasts like everyone else thought they were he still misses his family and he constantly visits in disguise but he doesn't think he could come back knowing the truth about dragons)

Emmet eventually finds him and they have a moment. Emmet tries to go for a kill thinking that the dragon was endangering his brother but gets knocked by the dragon while Ingo attempts to hold his brother back.

(At this point both of the Chief's sons are missing and she's in agony lol.)

Emmet is pissed not only because ingo love his entire Village and family behind for years also because he's tied to a chair made of rock.

Ingo Tries desperately to convince his brother to not tell anyone about him and being with a dragon.

To trust him and he will show him what dragons actually are like...

Despite everything... Emmet agreed( not before saying that his brother lost his mind.)

Ingo unties Emmet and watches him leave

Emmet keeping his promise return to the Village without mention anything. Still making an effort to visit his brother weekly.

Emmet slowly starts warming up to dragons but is not sure if he should have his own yet...

Emmet wasn't the only one searching for his sibling, a dragon flew trying to attack the humans thinking that it took their sibling hostage. Before Emmet could react and goes Dragon leaped in and put their body in between their rider and the dragon.

The other Dragon snarls but trusts its sibling; it is still wary of humans, keeping its distance.

Emmet eventually tames this dragon tensions between humans are dragons are still there but they are no longer at War

( they probably fight some large Dragon queen or something LOL haha)

Since the waves make traveling by boat tough ingo and Emmet start a system where they bring passengers from one island or one part of the island to another.

Occasionally dabbling in Dragon Racing

Now to give the boys their dragons

Emmet

At first and it's dragon would be extremely protective to the point of almost being aggressive Firepower is its only source of Defense. However, it has melted out now, probably because it has been baby

Don't take this lizard for granted this dragon is extremely smart and will gain the upper hand.

The dragon uses its powerful blasts and skills.

Emmet is a very competitive person and needs a dragon to match

I can see them having a hookjwng and anot loud relationship, butting heads a lot but having mutual respect to being very close.

Nightfury

Also Possible picks: Monstrous Nightmare, Skrill

Ingo

Ingo's Dragon would be skittish but slowly opening up and at first, using their surroundings to their advantage other than pure firepower.

It uses Firepower at its last resort.

However over time Ingos Dragon will be more socialized even being more playful even a little reckless.

Like his Dragon ingo will use the environment to his advantage or any Gadget he has in his hands

When Ingo is making things his Dragon helps by providing fire and grabbing tools you requests

Light fury

Also possible picks: Deadly Nadder, Changewing