#soft hiccstrid

[elshe]

Could you do a hiccstrid drawing were they’re just casually cuddling each other ;) btw luv your art!!! It helps me remember why I love httyd so much!!👍 💕💕

Thank You!! You are so sweet!! Thanks for the request!!

[astridhoff03]

I recently stumbled a upon some Hiccstrid Smut and to be honest it’s actually sometimes really cute. That just works with Hiccstrid. Like this for example. That’s adorable 🥰

Credits goes to @softdragon for this very cute and sexy Picture Story

[e-wills-afterhours]

Yay prompts! Forehead kisses! Palm kisses! Hugs from behind! Soft affection makes me melt

A/N: You want soft Hiccstrid, I'll give you the softest Hiccstrid, my friend. You know how I do. *cracks knuckles* Obviously, I write in my own AU where RTTE never happened. This should surprise no one by now.

Rating: T+

Softly, Tenderly

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The first few moments of wakefulness could be disorienting. If the night that preceded it was wild, and the sleep was deep enough, one could almost forget who they were and where they had collapsed before they drifted into vivid dreams, almost sure to be forgotten in the morning.

Hiccup found himself staring at the ceiling, putting colorful pieces together in his grogginess, until the wooden beams that crossed above his head and the familiar scent of old pine reminded him that he was home, in bed. Completely unremarkable a thing, by most standards.

What escaped him still was when and how he ended up there. Vague memories of food and drink, song and games, drifted to the forefront of his mind; all lingering thoughts of the Einherjar feast that went well into the night. Berk knew how to celebrate and honor its dead. Mead and beer flowed freely. It was a small triumph he could remember anything at all.

He rubbed his eyes then looked to his left. Toothless snoozed peacefully in the corner of his bedroom, with his large head resting on folded claws. Satisfied that his dragon was accounted for, Hiccup looked to his right, with growing awareness of another warm presence in his bed--which he had not anticipated.

His stomach flipped, and he sat bolt upright. Upon doing so, he realized, beneath his furs, he was completely and unabashedly naked. Also, minus one metal limb.

But the tousled blonde hair, unbound and strewn over his spare pillow, was familiar. The rise and fall of his companion's curves were as committed to memory as her delicate scent of rosemary and juniper, which greeted him like a hug. He could drown in it, let it consume him.

The momentary panic of alcohol-induced amnesia faded into relief and adoration. Astrid was beside him, just as naked and vulnerable as he was. She looked so peaceful, breathing slowly and rhythmically.

Like the glow of candlelight emerging from the darkness, flickers of their night together grew brighter and clearer in his mind: unhurried kisses and confident hands had carried them into the wee hours of the morning. Their clothes lay scattered about his room, her tunic as inextricably tangled up with his pants as their limbs had been, in throes of all their passion and sweat.

He leaned over and brushed haphazard strands of gold from her face, tucking them ever so carefully behind her ear. She was as beautiful when she slept as she was almost every waking moment.

"Astrid?" he murmured, placing a loving kiss on her neck. For good measure, he planted another one behind her ear, lingering a moment longer than he had with the first, closing his eyes and savoring the feel of her skin against his lips.

She stirred, humming to herself with a stretch. He stifled a laugh as a carless fist almost connected with his face. It would not have been the first time, but his reflexes had improved. Taking her wayward hand, he kissed the back of it before holding it safely against his chest, hoping the sudden beating of his heart would not startle her.

"Hiccup?" she whispered thickly, opening her eyes and blinking in bewilderment.

He smiled as she worked through that same initial confusion that he had, putting all the night's fragments into place.

"Good morning, you," he said, pulling her back against him, until their bodies met, oh-so-perfectly.

She did not resist, surrendering to the warmth of his skin on hers. They breathed together, and there was nothing better.

"Good m-mornin'," she yawned as he wrapped his arms around her, releasing her hand. "I almost forgot..."

Hiccup kissed her shoulder and she sighed, sweet and contented.

"Mmn. I'm glad you didn't," he said; he wanted her to recall every blissful moment, and every honeyed word he had told her.

She arched back into him, craning her neck until the tip of her nose brushed his cheek. Tender, fluttering kisses fell along his jaw. One of her hands snaked its way up to his hair, her nails lightly grazing along his scalp, making him shiver. She tugged on the little braids he left there for her, grinning. Only she could ever touch him like that; she had his heart, so she had the rest of him. She laced her fingers with his, of the hand that rested on her belly. Her thumb brushed affectionately over his minute scars and freckles, before she brought his hand to her lips.

"I don't think I could ever forget the things these hands can do," she murmured, before placing a couple of appreciative kisses on his palm. They tickled but left behind a subtle warmth all their own.

He smiled, and they shared a kiss before touching their foreheads together, blonde and auburn bangs mixed together. She turned into him, chest to chest, thighs against thighs, in a relaxed embrace.

"I don't want to go," she admitted, tracing idle patterns over the faded scars that adorned his chest--light, affectionate touches. "This is nice."

"Then don't," he replied. "I certainly won't make you." She felt too good, too right, in his hands.

Astrid shook her head. She sat up and began gathering her messy hair behind her head.

"You know I can't," she said, deftly weaving her hair into a loose plait. Her skill in braiding, particularly when her mind was elsewhere, was awe-inspiring. "People will talk."

Hiccup scoffed and rolled onto his back, arms folded behind his head. "People already talk. It doesn't bother me."

Astrid smirked. She bent over and kissed his forehead, then the tip of his nose, which he wrinkled playfully. "It's different for you."

He frowned, cursing the double standard he'd rather not acknowledge. "I know, I know..."

She caressed his face, and he leaned into it. "One day, I won't have to sneak out of here. By then, I bet you'll be dying to get rid of me."

"Impossible."

Her blue eyes twinkled. "Oh, yeah? You won't simply 'get used to it?'" she teased, adopting one of his more common phrases.

"If I'm used to it, then I'm probably dead."

Astrid laughed, and it was a beautiful sound. She threw her arms around him and curled into his side, head on his chest. He did not often have cause to feel like her refuge, because she seldom ever wanted or needed one. In such moments, where she relinquished control and dropped her tough exterior, she gave into the comfortable pleasure of being held by him. He draped an arm around her, trailing his fingers up and down her hip, delighting in the goosebumps that arose with his touch.

"A couple minutes more maybe..." she said, giving him a fond squeeze.

He caught her beneath the chin and tilted her face up so their eyes met.

"As much time as you need," he replied, and kissed her forehead.

And they clung to each other no longer concerned with cheap gossip and the passing hours. All that mattered was the warmth between them, keeping the rest of the world at bay.

[alanisblogfan]

[aevyk-ing]

6 Reasons Hiccup and Astrid are Couple Goals (according to a couples the...

[frosty-iruma1969]

drops this and runs

slightly suggestive

Soft hiccstrid save me.. I used a reference photo for this but I don’t remember who made it 😭

[draconiselegy]

thinking again—painfully, reverently—about how hiccstrid is not just romance. it’s norse myth. it’s elegy.

There is a tendency in modern fandom to mistake quiet for simplicity. To look at Hiccup and Astrid and see only the soft shape of a canon romance, outlined in tropes and smoothed by animation. But those of us who study, who feel, who have bled on vellum and torn open myth with our bare hands—we know better.

Hiccstrid is not a love story. It is a mythic structure. It is sacrifice and sanctity, a blood-wrought saga masquerading as a DreamWorks subplot.

Astrid is a Valkyrie not by aesthetic but by function: not plaited hair and feminine glory, but the raw, god-touched grit of bearing witness. She does not pluck Hiccup from the battlefield—she walks onto it. She waits beside him in silence as the smoke rises. She sees him fall, and still she says: I will not leave you in the ash.

And Hiccup—he is no dragon-slayer. He is Baldr, struck not by mistletoe but by mercy. He offers peace and is punished for it. A martyr, not to a god, but to a future. To hope. His love is not loud, but it costs him everything.

Their bond is not loud, not sweet—it is ritualised survival. It is the ancient, aching logic of saga: loyalty that eclipses reason, affection that endures ruin. It is the unspoken vow: I will be there when the world ends, and I will hold your hand in the cinders.

—

Cf. the Völsunga saga, in which Sigurd dies not at the hand of an enemy, but from betrayal rooted in love—a parallel to Hiccup’s continual self-sacrifice for peace. Astrid echoes Brynhildr: a shieldmaiden both warrior and judge, ever straddling the divine and the doomed. See also Njáls saga, for the motif of steadfast bonds forged in war-time trial, and Gísla saga Súrssonar, where doomed loyalty supersedes survival.

And of course: sunt lacrimae rerum et mentem mortalia tangunt.¹

There are tears in things, and mortal things touch the soul.

¹Virgil, Aeneid, Book I, line 462. A line, I think, Astrid might have whispered into Hiccup’s collarbone.

[writerfreak001]

#11 for hiccstrid plss i love your writing so muchh :}}}

#11: “I almost lost you” kiss

Life on the Line

Written by: WriterFreak001

The Chief of Berk mindlessly chewed on his bottom lip as he tightly held his wife’s slender, limp palm in his sweaty, calloused hands. He stared blankly at the wall as the world numbed around him. Gothi believed the Chieftess would recover in time, but it had been three days since the incident, and her eyes were still closed. If he didn’t know better, he would have thought she was sleeping, but she was so pale. So cold. Almost lifeless.

Hiccup’s worse fear was coming to fruition, and he was scared shitless.

He couldn’t think. Couldn’t function. Couldn’t see past the negatives.

And it killed him over and over to see her slowly fading away.

She was supposed to be the strong one. The best Shield Maiden of Berk.

She was going to be the mother of his children one day.

She had so much ahead of her, and yet… all of those dreams they dreamt together for the future of their family… of Berk… was it all for nothing? Too many unanswered questions filed into his mind the first night, but he couldn’t handle it. He inwardly plunged every stabbing thought into the deepest depths of his mind and locked the key. He didn’t want to think anymore. He couldn’t think anymore. He wouldn’t think anymore.

All he wanted was his wife to bloom back into color and open her gods-damned eyes. Any indication to let him know she was going to be okay.

A soft knock rapped on the door behind him, stirring the Chief out of his stupor. Without releasing Astrid’s hand, he turned towards the door as it opened. His mother slipped through the small opening she made for herself and quietly found her way to the empty chair on Astrid’s left.

“No change?”

Hiccup didn’t answer.

“Healing takes time. She lost a lot of blood, and her body needs to replenish the loss. When she has enough energy to wake, she will. I know she will.” Valka rested her hand over Astrid’s arm and gave her son a soft smile. “Don’t lose hope.”

He inhaled a quiet breath and exhaled shakily as a tear fell down his cheek. He didn’t move to wipe it away. Still, he said nothing.

“Eret found him – the one responsible for Astrid’s injury.”

Hiccup’s eyes flitted directly to his mother. She had his undivided attention. “Where?” His voice was gruff, laced with deeply seeded revenge.  

“Eret is questioning him now.” Hiccup stood up so abruptly, the chair behind him screeched against the wooden floorboards. “Now’s not the time to be hasty, Hiccup. Stay here. Stay with your wife. Allow Eret to find the information you’re seeking.” She reached over and grabbed his arm to still his movements. “Please, son. Don’t be rash.”

Hiccup didn’t speak as he pulled his arm out of Valka’s pleading grip.

“Hiccup!”

He didn’t listen to her. He didn’t stay and wouldn’t stay. Not when he could get the answers he needed. Not when he could avenge his wife should anything happen to her. He didn’t need his mother to tell him where Eret was with the prisoner. All interrogations happen at the same place.

And he was going to fight fire with fire and show this assassin what it meant to mess with the Chief of Berk.

--

Without warning, the stone doors of the underground prison burst open, and the young chief stormed inside to find Eret and their newest prisoner right where he thought they would be. Eret stared at Hiccup as his next question faded into silence. “What can I do for you, Chief?”

Hiccup ignored Eret and turned his attention solely on the bounded man in black. “Who sent you?”

“He wouldn’t say,” Eret replied in the prisoner’s stead.

“Perhaps this would change his mind,” Hiccup answered quietly as he unsheathed his latest sword invention. Immediately, the blade was engulfed with flames. Hiccup inched the fiery blade closer to the assassin and watched as the flames licked at the man’s skin. The prisoner jerked away, sweat already forming at his brow. “Who sent you?!”

“I-I don’t know! I don’t know his name!”

“Liar!”

“I swear it! He wore a cloak and p-paid me to aim my arrow at the Chief of Berk.”

Eret asked the next question before Hiccup could. “Why?”

“I d-don’t know!” He scooted away from the singeing flames. “He just wanted him dead. Didn’t say way, and I d-didn’t ask. It’s not my j-job to know.”

Hiccup seethed. Eret’s hand touched his shoulder softly. “I can take things from here, Chief. Go to the Chieftess. She needs you more than ever.”

The Chief inhaled a deep, shaky breath and considered melting the prisoner’s hand so that he could never shoot a bow again. But he chose against it, and his anger flooded away at the mention of his wife. “Don’t stop until he spills everything. And when you’re done,” he glowered at the bounded assassin, “lock him up.”

“Of course.”

But as the Chief turned towards the double doors, an arrow pierced through the barred window and slammed into their prisoner’s forehead. Both Hiccup and Eret spun around, weapons at the ready. But no other arrows flew. Eret orderd guards to search the area after he asked another pair to remove their prisoner’s body. “Allow me to escort you back.”

“No need. Whoever shot that arrow is long gone.”

“HICCUP!” Valka shouted as she barreled her way into the prison. “Astrid’s awake! She’s awake!”

The peg-legged Chief never ran faster.

--

When he stormed into the small room his wife had been lifelessly sleeping in for the past three days, his heart plummeted into his stomach. Gothi was helping Astrid sit up as he thundered over to her, almost in disbelief. Her color was still paler than usual, but there she was – wide awake with a small smile blooming over her lips. Gothi grinned as the Chief raced over to his wife and stepped away to grant them some privacy.

The bandages around her midriff were fresh and clean, no longer stained with the blood seeping from her wound. He was elated, ecstatic, overwhelmed, and overjoyed all at once. He didn’t know what to say, what to do, how to act other than wrap his arms around her and pull her into a gentle but strong embrace, ever so careful of her wound.

When he released her, he pulled away slightly but didn’t let go.

“Don’t ever push me out of the way like that again,” was the first thing he said to her, his mind still reeling – wondering if he was dreaming.

“I may be your wife,” Astrid sighed softly but lifted her palms to her husband’s cheeks, “but first and foremost, I am a Shield Maiden. It’s my job to protect my chief.”

“This conversation isn’t over,” he mumbled, too exhausted to argue. He pressed his forehead against hers and closed his eyes – his relief overcoming him like a shockwave. He blinked away his tears and swallowed thickly. “I almost lost you.”

“I know. But you didn’t.”

He inhaled another shaky breath. “Don’t make me go through that again.”

“I won’t.” It wasn’t a promise, and he knew that. But it had to be enough for now. There were threats looming over them, and apparently, someone wanted him dead, but all of that could wait. It had to. It needed to. It must.

No other thought could possibly push him away from his wife right now. Everything was too gods-damned magnetizing. His nose lightly pressed against hers, and their breaths mingled together in the small space between them. “Good.”

He never kissed her harder.

[messy-doodles]

!I love them soooo much!

Anyways sleepy Hiccstrid

Just a doodle of my favourite childhood couple

They’re so soft ❤️

[elshe]

sleepy bebbys

Hiccup tends to stay up late, and instead of going to his own bed he plops down with Astrid on hers to get da cuddles… (Canon event) (I don’t make this stuff up) (I just say it how it is). ⭐️

[astridhoff03]

They Are so cute 🥹🥰

[howtowhumpyourhiccup]

I Love You

Summary:Written for the Sweet & Spicy Hurt/Comfort Bingo.

Set after Httyd 2. Hiccup has a minor accident in the forge and Astrid is there to help.

Warnings: Blood

Rating: Teen and Up

Words: 636

Prompts: Blood Loss to Words of Affirmation

Fandom: How to Train Your Dragon

Characters: Hiccup, Astrid, Toothless, Stormfly

Pairing: Hiccstrid

Author's Notes: Been thinking a lot about Hiccup's self-esteem issues as of late.

Enjoy!

-XOXOX-

He was working in the forge, sharpening a dagger for his betrothed. She sat nearby, waiting for him to finish so she could accompany him to his home for dinner, where the other Dragon Riders were. Their dragons waited for them outside.

It was peaceful and rather quiet until the moment something went wrong and he cut himself.

Hiccup shouts, pulling his hands back. The dagger drops to the floor. Astrid is on him immediately and Toothless just as fast. Stormfly squawks from outside.

“Come on, you stupid, stupid-! ARGH!” He doesn’t finish that sentence before shouting again. He knows Astrid wouldn’t have liked what he has to say. He holds his bleeding right thumb. Somehow, he cut himself near his palm.

While Toothless is still trying to take a look with his Rider pacing around the forge, Astrid searches for a clean cloth.

“Of all the stupid, dumb, idiotic things!”

“Okay, that’s enough out of you,” Astrid tells him and takes his hands in hers, cloth pressed to the profusely bleeding cut. It’s rather long.

Pulling a chair closer with her foot, she manhandles him onto it without releasing her hold on him once. She stands behind him, using him to lean on, her chin resting on his shoulder. They put pressure on the bleeding together, his hand on fire.

“Stupid…” He shakes his head.

“Stop that,” Astrid chastizes him. “That’s my future husband you’re talking to.”

After that, he doesn’t make another comment like it again.

“I’m sorry, it’s just-”

“It’s just an accident. It can happen to anyone and you’re not the worst person ever because you had one,” a deep sigh leaves him afterwards.

He doesn’t have much of a self-esteem. Hasn’t had one for as long as she can remember. Sadly, she knows exactly why that is. It’s gotten better throughout the years, but that doesn’t mean he can’t still say some ugly and downright cold-hearted things about himself. Like seconds ago, when he tried to call himself every word of “stupid” that he knows because the knife he was sharpening accidentally slipped a little in his grip.

The Dragon Riders have heard him open up about his insecurities, but only she and Toothless know just how bad it can be.

And as Stoick recently passed, he’s at the lowest point he’s been in years.

Valka leaving for the Wingmaidens hasn’t helped much either. She stated she wanted to confer with Atali about something, but apparently, all her son heard was that she wanted to get as far away from him possible and as quickly as she could.

He’s not doing so well.

It’s quiet as minutes pass and they hope the bleeding will stop on its own. Toothless sits in front of them, watching them and Hiccup’s hands.

Astrid places a soft kiss on his cheek. He wipes it and the other one on his sleeves, they’re wet with tears. There’s an ache in his throat and some managed to slip free, despite his efforts to repress them.

“You know I love you, right?” She asks him. The silence tense with self-deprication.

“I love you, too.”

“No, that’s not why I’m asking,” she starts. “I’m asking because I love every part of you. I love how caring and attentive you are. How passionate and smart you are. How good of a person you are. I love you right now as we’re holding your thumb and hope it stops bleeding soon. I love you and I wonder if you know that.”

There’s a pregnant pause.

“I know,” eventually, that’s his answer.

Astrid kisses his cheek again as more tears fall. He doesn’t sob or sniffle, but he does take a shaky breath. Releasing his thumb, she captures him in a hug instead and holds him tight, rocking him side to side.

[sanfangirl-cynicalromantic]

So I’m reading this fic no amount of waiting by ghostlybreads and screaming crying throwing up because I want what they have they’re just such dorks and badass mfs and I love them

@ryupioupiou this would be a great addition to your quest for Hiccstrid soft fics

[ablatheringblatherskite]

Fanfiction Author Interview Game

Thank you @brendadaaedestler and @nerdywriter36 for the tag!!

How many works do you have on AO3?

At the moment, 39!

What's your total AO3 word count?

137,637

Your top 5 stories by kudos:

"send your cutest delivery boy" (special instructions, Tyler's POV) (Wednesday)

The Valentine's Day Curse (Wednesday)

wet face towels (Wednesday)

can I have this dance? (Wednesday)

My Halloween Angel (Wednesday)

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I do!! But I'm usually really really late LOL. But I respond to them because I'm just. always so beyond grateful when I actually get comments, especially since I rarely ever do.

What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?

OOOH. Either neverending bloodstains (Phantom of the Opera) or on the precipice of Madness (Phantom of the Opera)??

What's the fic you've written with the happiest ending?

OOOOh good question. That's either gotta be Angels In Hell's Kitchen (Daredevil), Talking to the Moon (ATLA), or a place where you don't need to talk all the time (Phantom of the Opera)!

Do you write crossovers?

I have WIPs of crossovers! Multiple, actually! There's an HTTYD x WOF one, and another one about kid geniuses from diff books! but I never went that far with it (it was fun tho)

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Not exactly but kind of?? I wrote a Hamilton fic once about Lafayette hugging and kissing Hamilton and Laurens platonically and how they were embarrassed by it, and how they ended up realising that it's okay for Lafayette to be that affectionate. And I got a comment that was annoyed that a lot of people are "forcing" men to be soft and affectionate or something. I can't really remember tho because I didn't read the comment (my friend told me not to LOL)

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Nope, and I never plan to.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge!

Have you ever had a fic translated?

I think someone said they would once on FFnet?? But idk if it ever happened.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I have several WIPs, and a finished one that was for whumptober that I wrote with @moobrvoobl-moobmoob-oobmpoobroom! (The prompts we used were Mind control, kidnapping, and shock collar)

What's your all-time favorite ship?

Probably Raoulstine and Hiccstrid 🥹🥹🥹

What's a WIP you want to finish but don't think you ever will?

No NO I REFUSE to think of any of my WIPs this way I will continue to tell myself that I will finish ALL of them some day.

What are your writing strengths?

Many people have told me that characterization is one of them!! I think another might be writing emotions??

What are your writing weaknesses?

Descriptions and like... exposition.

What's a fandom/ship you haven't written for yet but want to?

I really wanna write a HTTYD fic sometime, and also a Hiccstrid fic! I've just been focusing on so many others that I haven't had the chance to yet. I've also been wanting to do Zootopia, and, well. Supernatural, once I finally start watching it LOL wjdjwjdjsjjd (I. already have ideas-)

What's your favorite fic that you've written?

OH GOODNESS. That's a very good question... maybe a place where you don’t need to talk all the time (Phantom of the Opera), aka my Deaf!Raoul fic! I really enjoyed writing that one.

Or perhaps Talking To The Moon, my only ATLA fic!

Or maybe Woe Is We, an unfinished Wednesday fic I have!

Or maybe My Dear Nutcracker, my newest fic!! This one DEFINITELY has a special place in my heart, so!!

Tagging:

@rose-red-ink @incomingalbatross @clawedandcute @rainintheevening @moobrvoobl-moobmoob-oobmpoobroom

@authortobenamedlater @ladyphlogiston @darling-gemini

[spacenintendogs]

5, 6, 1 for the ask game? If it’s not too much trouble ^^

1. Which part of the series was your introduction to HTTYD? How old were you when you first became a fan?

i rmr it pretty well. i was abt 11 years old & my mom found the first movie on comcast on demand & wanted to find a movie for us we (my siblings & i) hadn't seen so she chose it. i rmr the year prior with all the commercials on tv & stuff & was like hey!! i rmr wanting to see this! cool!! and i rlly liked the movie!!!!! my full obsession, however, didn't start until abt a year later when she brought home this pack of the first 6 books (that's all that was available at the time!) & reading through them i rewatched the movie & we had it on dvd by that point and that was it. the rest is history

5. What type of dragon do you think best matches your personality?

oh gosh. the impulse to say my fave but whispering deaths don't rlly "match" me personality wise. tbh a gronckle, me thinks. with a personality like meatlug or shattermaster. :') they're such goofy goobers but they're also rlly sweet & i am so soft for that LOL. they remind me of the dog i grew up with with how snorty they are & the way they wag their tails :'))

6. What are your favourite ships in the fandom and why?

haaaa.

snotstrid... IDK their chemistry is just??? i love how they constantly bicker & snotlout is just a piece of shit & it causes astrid to retaliate & treat him like that even when he's not actively being a piece of shit which pisses him off & yet they always somehow end up by each other or saving each other much to astrid's chagrin half the time & then snotlout's confusion UGH ESP SNOTLOUT'S ANGELS the nose flick & then astrid admitting she doesn't hate him & his FACE HIS FUCKING FACE he's so got a genuine crush on her but doesn't know how to Behave & i love them getting together & then breaking up & for astrid it's smth she looks back on fondly but never wants to go back to while snotlout is stuck adding her to his list of ppl being the one that got away & yearning..... they're also so funny together & i feel like if they're ever on the same page they're so powerful & it's scary LOL

fishlout used to be my fave & i still love it. rtte spent more time building their relationship to each other than either of them with ruffnut & we all saw the potential of what could have been :') it can easily fall into the jock x nerd thing but it's more than that to me bc while fishlegs is anxious he doesn't take snotlout's shit lying on his back (esp after gem of a different color) & by rtte fishlegs is rolling his eyes & quipping back & it's just forever this contest of who comes out on top & then u have thw whole thor bonecrusher thing & it can so easily be an exploration in snotlout's bisexuality (and fishlegs'!) esp after return of thor bonecrusher when snotlout is just SO happy fishlegs is back to the point where he gives him a hug (and was like :D woah when fishlegs bodied a dude to protect him) & they def had a brief stint after that. they don't talk abt it. it's only between them... snotlout yearns so badly...

i'm realizing my fave ship is anything that'll make snotlout yearn & wish he could have someone as all of his friends find their ppl or are comfortable with themselves enough to not need a romantic partner LMAO

i like a lot more ships than i talk abt tbh!! i just like taking characters like they're my dolls and making them kiss lol. heathstrid, ruffther, hiccstrid, heathlegs, rufflout, rufflegs, tufflegs, eretlout, etc!! i like the art & fics ppl make abt tufflout but it's just not my thing (if that makes sense!!) i also like lot of the poly ships, too! literally i just thrive off making this group of teens who probably spend too much time together but don't rlly have anyone else to spend time with have relationship drama LOL

[stressfree-tea]

Okay, so I was tagged in a post about my favorite ships AND why.

For whatever reason, it won't let me copy and paste which is very annoying??

ANYWHOOO

1) Hiccstrid

These two developed themselves into a safe and happy relationship, and it made me realize what I deserve. They believe in one another and never give up on the other. The dynamics remind me very much of my husband and I. I'm very fiery, can hold my own and I will tell you what's on my mind. My husband is quiet, incredibly intelligent, and soft-spoken. I think the reason I fell for this ship from the get was how similar It was to my then growing relationship. Plus... who doesn't love dragons?

2) Broppy

I have shipped them together since seeing the first movie! You can tell that Branch had a fascination and desire to go out in the world but was crippled by PTSD. Then, Poppy comes along and helps him achieve this. I just adore how great they are for each other, and it's such a feel-good relationship. You can tell that both parties are absolutely enthralled with one another. Marriage anyone?

3) Me and my Husband (why not?)

Both above ships are my ships because of similar dynamics in me and my husband's relationship. Took time to develop, friends to lovers if you will.

Thank you @kittyball23 for tagging me!!!