#someone please kill spitelout

[pyjamapantscats]

I have a bone to pick with the episode "Thawfest"..

So if you don't remember or just don't know, Thawfest is epsiode 12 of RoB. In short, the plot follows the riders who are competing in the yearly Thawfest competition. Every year Snotlout wins, however since this year involves dragons, Hiccup actually has a chance to win.

Now, this episode ABSOLUTELY ANNOYS THE HELL OUT OF ME.

First of all, I do not believe for a single second that Astrid didn't get a single point. That just makes no sense to me.

Now, moving on to my bigger issues with this episode. Why in the absolute hellsack was Astrid annoyed at Hiccup for being a lousy winner?? All his life, Hiccup has been the loser in like, most things in life. The dissapointment child of the chief, the dumb kid who always messes up, scrawny loser etc etc.. So why is it so horrible when he matches Snotlouts cocky attitude for ONE day???

Look, I love Snotlout and DESPISE Spitelout even more, but did we forget that Stoick was just as stress inducing, to the point verbally abusive to Hiccup up until the end of the 1st movie?? If we follow the timeline of the franchise, Thawfest is only a couple months after The Red Death. IT'S NOT LIKE STOICK HAD BEEN A GREAT PARENT FOR LONG!!

Again, I HATE Spitelout, but why would it be ok for Snotlout to be overly annoying about winning, but not Hiccup?

ALSO; Hiccup even tried to be polite with Snotlout by saying good luck and such, BUT SNOTLOUT DIDN'T EVEN ACCEPT IT.

Anywas hope you enjoyed me rambling about things that don't matter, and happy snoggletog to those who celebrate

[dragonmasterhiccup]

This entire conversation was starting to become too much, and she felt a pit forming in her stomach, her anger slowly starting to be replaced with dread at what the near future held for her.

“I don’t think they’ll ever know that! Especially since they saw it happen! This, this isn’t like the last time, where Spitelout was just making random stuff up! They were there, they saw me, and that’s all they’re ever going to see!”

Her eyes were starting to sting, but she couldn’t cry, not right now.

But it wasn’t, it wasn’t his fault, it was Grimmel’s! Why did she even have to say that?!

Her hands started shaking, and in response she grabbed the edge of the fur blanket tightly.

Her voice was wobbly as she replied, trying so desperately to fight back the tears. “No, no you don’t want your kid growing up around me, I’m terrible… I’d only be a horrible influence on her..” Mom. Oh Gods, mom. She didn’t want to do that to her, cause her that kind of pain.

Saying that she’d be sent to Outcast Island was the final straw, and she broke down into tears, digging the base of her palms into her eyes as her body wracked with sobs. “No, I’m not, I’m not going there! Please, I’d rather just be executed, I don’t want to be there! It wasn’t my fault, he made me do it! You know that! Mom too, and Astrid! I know I killed people, but he was, he was forcing me, I would’ve never done it by myself!” she sobbed.

He shook his head, his voice becoming softer. "People are capable of change, to see more than just what they want to see. We'll change their minds."

Seeing her shaking hands, he reached over, placing his over hers.

"No, I think Zephyr will need someone like you around. After all, she's stuck with me, she's going to need you to give her some adventure."

His eyes were sad, wishing that Danny wasn't in this position, wishing it wasn't his fault. "Astrid, Mom, and I are going to do everything we can to keep you from those fates, alright? Eret, too, and Gothi, as she saw the aftermath of what you went through. But you have to trust us, trust that we're going to help. Can you do that?"

[idontmeantosoundrudebut]

Many of Horror (Chapter one: This secret goodbye)

Fandom - How to train your dragon (movie franchise)

Ship - Eretlout (+ background relationships)

Wordcount - 3748 words

Fanfic summary - Moving on is hard, especially from something that doesn’t want to be forgotten. But it’s easier when you have someone with you who understands that mind-scarring agony, it’s easier when someone will hold you in the dark when all the monsters come out to play, it’s easier when you’re loved. But Eret is going overseas and Snotlout is left alone in a cold bed. 

The dream is back and he feels sick. Sick in the head. (I really can’t think of a good summary for this, so sorry my dudes)

Tags/Warnings for this chapter - Mentions of past child abuse

So I have yet to finish this Fic yet but I’m just so excited to show it to yall that i just had to give you a little teaser!!! This fic takes place a year after HTTYD3 but the dragons never leave and Stoick never died because Hiccup deserved a whole family for more than one day (Dreamworks, i’m talking to you asshole)!

Also please check out The colour of friendship by Sarahenany and The colour of family by Thurdsday26 on the Archive because it they are big inspirations for this fic and if you love Spitelout bashing and Snotlout whump and found family then, oh boy, that is truly the jackpot of all Snotlout whump fics! Also, the title of this fic is based on the song Many of Horror by Biffy Clyro and this to the first like three lines and you’ll understand why! 

Please enjoy and give me any feedback that you have, negative or positive, do not hold back bitches!!!! Haha lol bruh

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Eret is leaving today, but he'll be back in a few weeks, a month maximum if the summer storms keep at bay (Ruffnut prayed briefly to Thor before bed last night. She doesn't know why; it was an impulse thing). He, along with six other crewmates, will be sailing far up north to the port-island he once called home to establish a trading route for Berk and to perhaps arrange a meeting between Chief Stoick and the chief of his native village. The Northmen are good people, Eret had reassured during a council a week back, who've long been held under the sole of Drago's boot and will gladly reward those who levered that pressure with both miscellaneous goods and a long-lasting alliance.

The only problem with this grand adventure is that they'll have to travel dragon-less.

The Northmen too have been terrorised by dragons for generations and they will not hesitate to net, bludgeon, and flay the first dragon they see, even if said dragon has a rider on their back. Act first and ask later kind of folk, a mindset which Ruffnut is very familiar with. Eret predicts that the concept of living with dragons in peace and harmony is one his people will be suspicious of for a time, but he assures that they'll warm up to it eventually. So, the first few trips will be dragon-less and slowly they'll weasel their Berkian values in, a very cunning plan indeed if Ruff didn't say so herself.

So today is the day of departure and she's on her way to the docks for the send-off, alone for a change. Tuffnut, eager to be out the house and tired of waiting for her to finish braiding her hair, had nabbed Barf and Belch and left her on her lonesome to walk. At first, she'd been peeved to all Hel, rightfully so, muttering to herself about how easier life would be without her dolt of a twin till she remembered just how peaceful, well, peace was. As vexing as Tuff is, Ruff cannot deny her sibling love for him, but she also cannot deny the simple serene beauty of silence.

She's striding down a street of huts, the docks insight, when she hears a terribly familiar voice.

"You better be back in two weeks, if you're not, I'm coming after you,"

Snotlout.

Ruff pauses mid-stride and takes a step back, looking into a narrow alleyway between two huts. She steps closer and presses herself against the left hut wall, slyly peeking her head out to gaze searchingly into the shadowed alley where she'd definitely heard Snotlout's voice. As mad as she is (and she is mad), she isn't to the point of hearing imaginary voices in the shadows (not for a few years, at least).

There. Stuck between a wall and a bulky silhouette, is the short and distinctive shadow of Snotlout Jorgensen. The figure Snotlout is pressed against lets out a hushed laugh, head bowing and if wasn't for that laugh, she'd definitely be able to identify him solely for the dark outline of his facial profile.

Eret, Son of Eret.

Oh, this... This is interesting, very interesting indeed.

"No promises, we might have to delay returning if we see a storm on the horizon," Eret informs and Snotlout makes a displeased snort, to which Eret adds in response, "But if we don't then, we'll be back as soon as we can. Snotlout, you won't even know I've left,"

"It already feels like you've left me," Snotlout murmurs, head hung low, and it catches Ruffnut by surprise, that statement because it's such a vulnerable thing for Snotlout to say and the way he says it, quiet and anxious, is so alien to her.

The use of the word "me" too, makes her mind turn and burn with theories because there is something so very deep in the small, added word. She doesn't know what yet, but there is something painfully human about it.

Ruff watches the shadowed duo, transfixed as Eret lifts a hand to Snotlout's chin, tipping his head up so that they are looking at each other.

It's such an abnormal gesture for her to witness, especially between two people with whom she's never associated such tenderness before.

Eret has always been this tall, handsome, foreign stranger with a silky voice and a self-assured walk, who is as handy with a sword as he is on a boat, who's always there to help and give back to the people who gave him a better life. Snotlout has always been this hot-headed, confident loudmouth who is way too short to be as brave as he is and is way too good at singing for Ruff to admit, who's full of unyielding loyalty and howling laughter. But most importantly, they hate each other.

Or, now that she thinks of it, they did hate each other.

The last few months have been lacking the usual rivalry between Snotlout and Eret and she doesn't know why it's only hitting her now. At some point, they two of them became friends and she's pretty sure she isn't the only one who hasn't noticed, which is so peculiar because she, and the others, have seen the two of them hanging out at the sawmill and flying together at dusk to light the torches. Gods, they drank with each other last night and there hadn't been a single crass word spoken. When did this happen? She and the rest of Berk have gone blind!

"Snotlout, I'll be back. Soon. I can't promise you when, but I'll be back, and next time I go north, you can come with me," Eret assures, and though Ruff can't see Snotlout's features, she can feel the atmosphere lifting and hear the smile in his voice.

"Yeah?" There is something so hopeful and childish in the way he breathes that word, something that tugs at Ruff's heartstrings.

"Yeah, I'm sure I can convince Hiccup to spare you of your very honourable duties for a few weeks,"

"Hey, shut up!" Snotlout's foot jerks out sharply to jab Eret in the ankle, the former laughing breathlessly in response, "My work is honourable, okay? Someone has to test all those crazy weapons Hiccup cooks up and I'm the only man for the job, no one else is as brave as I am," He exclaims, all confident and cocky and familiar to Ruffnut.

"You're sure right about that," Eret says as he again raises his hand and, this time, it comes in contact with Snotlout's cheek, she can see the faint movement of his thumb smoothing over the skin beneath his eye. His voice is awfully soft with a terrible fondness that Ruffnut sometimes hears in Hiccup's voice when he speaks about Astrid or vice versa, it's a tone that she automatically links up to people who are fiercely in love.

Oh, Freya, they're in love.

"You gotta head down to the docks, Eret, you'll be late to leave... or whatever," Again, that insecure whisper is back and by Gods, it sounds so brittle and shaky that Ruff almost considers the thought that Snotlout might be crying.

She would be if she was about to be separated from her lover for an unknown amount of time, Ruff ain't afraid to admit that, but if Snotlout is afraid of anything, it's expressing feelings and emotions (He's afraid of proving he's human, proving he's weak). But then again, maybe it's easier for Snotlout to air out his inner thoughts in front of Eret because, well, they're in love and to be so intimate with someone, they're eventually going to see all the ugly parts that you hide beneath the pretty façade. Eret has probably seen the old insecurity they all know that still lurks deep inside Snotlout, raw and unfiltered, a thing from his youth that made him angry and afraid, a thing that was just as damaging as the scars on his flesh.

Ruffnut, nor anyone else on Berk, will ever forgive Spitelout for what he did to Snotlout. She will gladly say that the day he was exiled was the best day of her life and she will not be alone in the statement. Cruel, merciless, cold-blooded bastard deserved to be Blood-eagled if you ask Ruff and Tuff (probably Hiccup too, no one was more enraged than he was.)

(Ruff has never been afraid of Hiccup, except for once. He's far too lanky, too merciful, too kind, to be a scary guy. But that day, when Snotlout had lifted his tunic in the clubhouse and revealed the ivory scars that were striped across his back and chest, she'd taken a step back at the sight of the inferno that had kindled in his eyes, at the sudden look of mercilessness that had steeled his features, at the trembling fists clenched at his sides. He looked like a man ready to kill, like a man ready to burn then world to the ground, like a man ready to give it all up just for revenge. She was afraid of him that day. So, so afraid that she had nightmares about him for days afterwards.)

"I'll be a bit late, the lads won't mind," Eret says lowly, drawing Ruffnut from her walk-in memory-lane, and she feels her heart tug as he bows his head to press against Snotlout's, "I'll stay here. With you,"

Forehead touching, especially in Viking culture, is the tenderest way to touch the ones who mean dearest to you. Be it a lover, a blood-relative, a shield-brother, anyone who is buried deep in your heart. And here, in the shadows of an alley, hidden and quiet like a forbidden dream, two people hold each other. Soon, they will have to let go and isn't that the most heart-breaking thing? Letting go?

Her heart feels too big for her chest and she almost feels like a changed person by witnessing this, witnessing something she was never meant to see. Will love be like this for her too? Terribly tender and awfully soft? She doesn't know, Gods, she shouldn't be here.

Ruff tries to drag herself back but she's like a moth to a flame, unable to pull herself away from this blindingly beautiful display of love, so raw, so real. She never imaged Snotlout to fall so easily to soft caresses, but of course, he would. It is always our deepest wants that will bring us to our knees and all Snotlout has ever wanted is love, a gentle hand, a place to bury his heart.

They share a deep and long kiss. It makes her feel lonely and she doesn't know why. They part, breathing on each other's lips and holding each other tightly because they know, they know, they have to let go any moment. Their foreheads are still touching.

"Promise me," Snotlout whispers and she sees the silhouette of his Adam's apple bob as he swallows thickly, "promise me you'll come back. To me. Eret, promise you'll come ba-"

A quick but meaningful kiss quietens Snotlout's desperate pleas and Ruffnut has never heard him beg before, not like that, not like he's afraid that Ragnarök is about to fall upon them. Eret cradles Snotlout's face with his large hands. They are so close, they've almost become one shadow.

"I promise you, Snotlout," Eret vows, quiet but vehement, his lips brushing against Snotlout's, "I promise that I will come back to you,"

Another kiss is shared between them, sealing the oath that Eret has made and therefore making it unbreakable. Eret will return, he has to, and Ruff doesn't know what will happen if he doesn't. Something tragic, something unbearable to watch, something she can't allow to happen. She will not see Snotlout ruined again. So, she promises herself that if Eret does not return, she'll fly herself up to Valhalla, drag him back to Berk and the Gods best keep themselves to themselves and not get in the way of her mission, lest the know the true wrath of a Thorston woman.

"Come on, before Hiccup starts a search party," Snotlout says, voice stronger now that the promise of returning has been made, "Selkie's gonna want a proper goodbye too or she's gonna follow you the whole way,"

Eret nods in agreement and peeks his head out of the alleyway, looking up and down the street in search of any unwanted bystanders. In the sunlight, his eyes glitter amber and Ruffnut can make out his hand, large and golden, curled around Snotlout's.

"You sure you can handle her? I know that-"

"Gods, Eret, she's the timidest Thunderdrum I've ever seen! If I can handle Hookfang and a borderline psychotic Terror, among other things, then she's going to be a piece of cake," He reassures, almost sounding offended, and Eret chuckles softly as he gives Snotlout a fond look.

Ruff watches them step out from the alley into the sunlit street, hands no longer intertwined. She can make out the red flush on Snotlout's cheeks and the faint wetness beneath his eyes, which he wipes away hastily. The two of them share a look, secret and quiet, lips curled into gentle smiles, fingers twitching with the longing to touch. Then, as sudden as lightning, the tender-faces fall away and they leave, together but still somehow so far apart. They enter the real world not as lovers, but as friends, as a secret waiting to reveal itself.

For a few moments, she stays where she is, staring into the unlikely place of a secret lovers' farewell. Who knew that a place like this, small and dark, would hold such a tragic and beautiful moment? Ruffnut feels a mixture of emotions, the biggest one being happiness because bless the Gods, Snotlout has found love and if anyone deserves it, it's him.

At the after ceremony of Hiccup and Astrid's wedding a year back, a drunk Snotlout had suddenly embraced her tight and long and said; I'm gonna be alone forever, Ruffy, but that's okay, I got you guys, so... I not really alone. And being just as drunk as he was, she'd laughed and poured him another drink, dancing with him till the sun came to steal the night. She didn't remember what he said till a few days after and it had filled up with such a fierce and sudden sadness that Tuffnut had dragged her home, demanding an explanation for the terrible look in her eyes.

That's the thing with a twin like Tuff, the second her mood changes, he can sense it like a hunting dog catching the scent of blood. She can do it too, but Tuff has never been one to hide his true feelings while she, similar to Snotlout, would rather avoid the conflict of talking sentiments (even with Tuff). Her brother has to drag it out of her most times, corner her and say stupidly melancholic stuff like;

I can smell it, sister. You're sad.

Tuffnut is a curse and blessing all at once and she wouldn't have it any other way.

But anyway, she's overjoyed to see Snotlout in love and loved, but she's also anxious about it. Anxious in a way an older sibling is over a younger sibling when they start to dabble in dangerous things, in things that can get them hurt. And if love is anything, it's dangerous. If love can do anything, it can get you hurt.

Snotlout has been hurt enough. Snotlout has endured and lived through torture and torment, through betrayal and loss, through things she can't imagine surviving. She will not see him hurt again, not by Eret, not by love, not by anything. He doesn't deserve it.

The others will also share her feelings when they discover this secret love story, that she is sure of. Especially Hiccup, who in the past few years has become like an older brother to Snotlout (like the same way that Stoick has become a father to him, the same way Valka has become a mother to him). He takes his new sibling occupation very seriously and it is comical, the wiser brother and the reckless brother always at odds but always there to protect each other.

There's a headache brewing in her temple. Gods, she's been thinking and overthinking again.

It'll be fine, she reassures herself, stepping away from the alley and making towards the docks, the Gods wouldn't curse them all with more bad fortune, would they?

It's probably the most stupid question she's ever thought, in hindsight.

When she gets to the docks, it's jam-packed with dragons and Vikings alike, friends and family saying farewell to the crew and wishing them good fortune on their journey. The sky is clear and blue, perfect for sailing, and Ruff concludes that she wasn't the only one begging Thor to keep his storms to himself.

Immediately, her eyes are drawn to Tuffnut, dangling upside down from Belch's neck as he converses with a bemused Fishlegs. She's tempted to go over, but not yet, she has to do something first.

She quickly surveys the area, seeing one of the Berkian members of Eret's crew giving his vermilion Nadder a thorough farewell and a Northman kissing his Shield-maiden fiancé goodbye.

The Northmen, Eret included, were intrigued to see such wild and free women when they first came to Berk. Berkian women are hearty and frightening and hard to impress, daughters of wolves, bearers of warriors, the fiercest things on the battlefield.

So it had been a cultural shock to them, Eret had admitted one day, for their home only holds women who sew the clothes and make the food, who bear the children and tend to the house, who are quiet and timid and easily won over by a half-assed sonnet. Most marriages are arranged and many daughters are traded for land or gold, true love is a rarity to come by. Eret is proud of his home, but these are the parts he is ashamed of.

Astrid was the first woman Eret had ever seen to hold a weapon and he'd never met a woman as savage as Ruffnut before. Ruff will forever be proud that she was Eret's first taste of wildness.

There. She's found who she's looking for.

Eret kneels on one knee before Selkie, his beauty of Thunderdrum. She's orange like a sunset, pale and washed-out, with white flecks scattering her hide like parted clouds, matching her ivory belly, and Ruffnut has never seen a dragon with eyes that blue before. Selkie lets out an unhappy groan as she presses her face further into Eret's hand, eyes low in her grief as she listens to his whispers. Ruffnut can't make out what he's saying, but she's sure it's everything soft and reassuring.

Snotlout is close by, she notices, watching Eret with an open fondness. If Hiccup or Astrid walked by right now and took notice of the raw love in Snotlout's gaze, they would immediately know the truth. Clearly, she isn't the only one thinking this because Hookfang, stood beside his rider, nudges Snotlout with a warning hiss in the back of his throat. Never let it be said that Hookfang doesn't look out for Snotlout, he's ornery and easily distracted, but he makes up for it all with his loyalty.

Soon enough, the ship is ready and it's time to go. People gather along the docks and make their last hurried farewells. The drums begin and the chants of fortune echo across the waters, there's an intoxicating atmosphere permeating the air. Ruffnut hurries through the crowd, easily shoving unmoving folk to the deck in her haste because she has yet to speak with Eret. He's shaking hands with Chief Stoick and is about to go up the gang walk when she suddenly lunges herself at him.

"Ruffnut!" He gasps, surprised and clearly a bit uncomfortable, but he'll have to deal with her for the moment, "Thought you weren't going to- uh- show,"

"Course I was, idiot, and anyways-" She leans her head close to his ear and wraps a hand around his bicep, digging her sharp nails into his flesh threateningly as she whispers, "-I have to remind you to keep to that promise, Eret, son of Eret, I'm not going to have Snotlout hurt again. I was robbed of my revenge last time, I won't be again,"

When she pulls back, she flashes him a smile with too many teeth and bats her lashes with an intimidating gleam in her eyes. She's given this look to men who are now dead and it is Eret's choice if he wishes to be added to that mass grave. Eret stares back at her with shocked eyes, cheeks slightly red, and he clenches his jaw as he swallows thickly, rubbing a hand over the raised welts on his bicep. The drums echo across the water and the chanting voices chase after in earnest. After a bewildering moment, Eret gives her an awkward but thankful smile and nods his head in understanding.

"I'll keep that in mind," He says and all the tension in his muscles seem to slip away as Ruffnut softens her menacing gaze on him, clapping him boisterously on the already injured shoulder.

"Atta boy," She cackles, shoving him up the gang walk as she calls after him, a throaty laugh colouring her words, "You better be back in two weeks, you son of an Eret, or I'm coming after you!"

To her delight, she hears him laugh back at her.

The ship finally departs from the dock, sail high and proud as its pushed by the encouraging wind and the waves part smoothly as the bow cuts through the water, sure and steady. Some of the crew hang off the ratlines, saying goodbye to Berk (for now), and Eret stands, tall and almost warrior-like, on the stern. The salt-touched wind carries his dark hair and the sun reflects off his dark eyes, they glitter with a sadness that Ruffnut wouldn't have noticed if she didn't know the things she knew. His smile is melancholic, Gods, he already looks homesick. He's looking at someone and she already knows who.

Turning to look at Snotlout, she can see that his hands are balled up into white-knuckled fists, that his smile is forced and pained, that his eyes shimmer with tears.

Snotlout has always hated goodbyes. Especially ones that aren't supposed to last. Because they always do.

[ashleybenlove]

Title: Poison Tears

Prompt: No prompt.

Fandom: How To Train Your Dragon

Pairing: Hiccup/Astrid/Fishlegs/Snotlout/Ruffnut/Tuffnut (polyamorous gang)

Word Count: 3623

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Biphobia, homophobia, polyphobia/anti-poly sentiments, abuse mention, abusive parent, murder, character death, mentions of misogyny, implied sexual content, references to sex.

Disclaimer: I don’t own the source material in this fanfic. That’s to whatever company or person owns it. I would never claim to own it.

Notes: There are probable influences from fandom and whatnot in this story. There’s a sentence from Brooklyn Nine-Nine (“Well, I’m happy this went terribly.”) in this fic. There’s also a line that I wrote with this post in mind. While rewatching Race to the Edge’s Have Dragon Will Travel, the fact that Razorwhips have poison tears got me thinking about poisoning Spitelout, because Spitelout is an abusive asshole. Shoutout to afterandalasia, who in our long talks about the show, once commented to me how Snotlout will never be able to get away from Spitelout unless Spitelout dies, and @howtodrawyourdragon who workshopped this fic with me. Takes place after Race to the Edge. This is also on AO3.

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       “What do you need Windshear’s tears for?” Heather asked, having discreetly met Hiccup on Dragon’s Edge.

 It was a good meeting spot, given that no one aside from dragons lived here anymore.

 She handed him a small vial.

 “Reasons,” Hiccup said, darkly. “Thank you. Give Dagur and Mala my love.”

 Hiccup wanted to kill Spitelout. But he had not wanted to kill him with dragon fire because he knew that would trace back to him somehow, and he wouldn’t want any dragon to be blamed for any deaths. While Astrid would almost certainly kill Spitelout if asked, he wanted a method of death that was not readily apparent. No one would know. No one would be blamed.

 Atali had once told him that Razorwhip tears don’t kill immediately and it never traces back to the tears, simply making it seem like Spitelout died of something else, like a heart attack.

 It’d be easy to get rid of Spitelout.

 He heard Viggo’s voice in his head, “Hiccup, you're more ruthless than you realize.”

 He figured that this was the kind of thing Viggo meant.

 And Spitelout was someone who repeatedly abused Snotlout, one of his Riders. For years. And Hiccup was frankly tired of knowing that it happened and not being able to do something substantial to stop it. So, he had to die.

 Yes, perhaps the man had been helpful with studying the Singetails and even the battle at Berserker Island, but that did not cancel out the bad. He remembered how frightened and upset Snotlout had been when they were late for the cancelled Hofferson-Jorgenson wedding. How a mere conversation Snotlout had with his father at Storehouse Island, had wrecked him and made him feel useless, caused him to act in ways that could have killed him. The way Spitelout made his son feel was reprehensible.

 And he certainly remembered some of Spitelout’s recent behavior towards Snotlout (and to some degree, the gang) and how it made Snotlout feel.

 After their return to Berk, the gang was open about the relationship that they had begun on Dragon’s Edge, intent on continuing it on Berk. As such they did engage in some public displays of affection with each other (nothing more than hugs and kisses, as appropriate for public), and normally, most people kept their comments to their themselves about this.

 Most people.

 But not Spitelout.

 Spitelout had seen Snotlout give kisses to everyone in the gang on a lovely day while they were in the Great Hall, and had to say something. Loudly. Had to declare his displeasure that his son was kissing the young men that were his partners. Even declare it indecent, unnatural.

 The way that man put his hand on Snotlout’s shoulder had been much too rough.

 And just like that Storehouse Island incident, it was apparent how much this incident upset Snotlout. In the days afterwards, the public displays of affection with Snotlout had dwindled down to just Ruffnut and Astrid. Snotlout had rebuffed attempts at chaste kisses from Hiccup, Fishlegs, and Tuffnut. He even visibly seemed uncomfortable with the affection the other three men expressed in public with each other, when usually quite happy to watch.

 Soon afterwards, the six sat down to privately talk about it, and Snotlout had cried.

 Snotlout did not deserve to feel that way because of his father. Hiccup knew this already. But he came out of that talk knowing that Spitelout deserved to die. He was not letting Spitelout get in the way of Snotlout’s happiness.

      “How’s Smidvarg and the Gang?” Tuffnut asked, when Hiccup and Toothless landed. “Hey, T,” Tuffnut added. He gave Toothless a pat on the head, who purred happily at the affection.

 When Hiccup dismounted Toothless, Tuffnut kissed Hiccup softly on the lips. Hiccup kissed him back, happily.

 Hiccup had told the gang he’d be heading to the Edge just to visit with the Night Terrors, which yes, was partially true. Nothing about getting poison dragon tears from Heather, which was hiddenly safely in his saddlebag.

 “Oh, they’re doing wonderfully. They were happy to see me. Smidvarg yelled in my ear,” Hiccup said. He then stuck his finger in his ear briefly.

 “Well, we’re glad you’re back, we missed you,” Tuffnut said. He patted Hiccup’s butt. “Now, go on. Go kiss the rest of your partners.”

 “Sounds good to me!” Hiccup said.

 Hiccup absolutely did that.

      Hiccup did not use the vial right away. He felt if he did it right away, it would be suspect because he had been gone for a few days.

 But every time Spitelout so much as touched Snotlout even slightly roughly or even looked at him in a way Hiccup didn’t like, his fingers itched. He had spent too long watching that man abuse his son.  

 Within a fortnight, he decided… it was time for Spitelout to die.

 He had a plan that had already been put into motion.

 While he usually had dinner with the gang in the Great Hall (they got used to eating meals together, having lived together on the Edge), his plan was to have a drink and a meal with Spitelout. Maybe in the Great Hall, maybe alone. The setting was to be decided.

 Though he realized, that yes, this might be suspicious because he had an established routine of having dinner with his partners. However, perhaps one could assume that given that it was obvious he had plans to marry the other Riders someday, he was making sure the Riders’ parents were aware of his intentions. That was the pretense for this meal with Spitelout. To inform him that he planned on marrying his son. He planned on speaking with Snotlout’s mother at a much later date after Spitelout’s death in which he would inform her that he planned on marrying her son. He had considered speaking with her before Spitelout, but figured Spitelout would take offense that he had not been consulted first as the man or some other misogynistic nonsense.

 He made sure that he was seen having a meal with at least one parent of the rest of the Riders prior to this meeting with Spitelout.

 He had a meal with Fishlegs’ mother in the Great Hall, shortly after his return, making his intentions known to her that he planned to marry her son and that he loved Fishlegs quite dearly and ardently. She cried, he cried, they both cried. Fishlegs cried from afar. They made quite the fuss in the Great Hall. He was quite fond of Mrs. Ingerman. She was a lovely woman, mother, and grandmother. And he loved her crab cake recipe.

      He had heard rumors that members of the Jorgensons were going to be bludgeoning their own heads for funsies (not his word, Tuffnut’s) later that day, so… hmm. Spitelout could go bludgeon his own head and then… fall asleep and never wake up. They could just blame it on the head trauma.

 So.

      He found Spitelout in the village about midday and approached.

 “Spitelout,” Hiccup said. “I’d like you to have dinner with me in my house.”

 “Boyo!” Spitelout exclaimed. “Will your father be there?”

 “No, he’ll be having dinner in the Great Hall,” Hiccup said.

 “What’s the occasion, boyo?” Spitelout asked.

 “Just have dinner with me, please. I’d like to talk about your wonderful son with you,” Hiccup said.

 Spitelout let out a noise that sounded like a scoff when Hiccup described Snotlout as “wonderful” and Hiccup took a deep breath, not wanting to immediately strike him down, or say “Toothless, plasma blast!” without thinking about it.

 “Alright, boyo, I’ll see you in a few hours,” Spitelout said.

 “A few hours,” Hiccup repeated.

      Yak stew, bread, mead for Spitelout, and water for Hiccup. The food was all set out and ready when Spitelout arrived, Hiccup’s water was already waiting. Hiccup asked Spitelout whether he would prefer water or mead, and when he got Spitelout’s choice, Hiccup poured the mead and after that, poured the vial’s contents into the cup, all while Spitelout was sitting with his back to their kitchen. He was patting Toothless. A good distraction from a good bud.

 He handed Spitelout the cup.

 “Aye, boyo, what’s this about?” Spitelout asked as he tore into his bread.

 Hiccup took a deep breath. This speech was essentially similar for all the parents he planned to speak with but tailored to each Rider.

 “Well, Spitelout, as you know, Snotlout has been a valuable member of my team for many years. My team would not be the same without him. He is protective and loyal and has grown into a sensitive, caring man. And over the course of those years, my affection for him has grown exponentially. I love him, ardently and plan to someday make him my spouse along with the rest of my team, and while I am not speaking on behalf of the other four Riders, but I know they plan the same. And I wanted you aware of my intentions for your son,” Hiccup told him. There was one bit unsaid: “Whether you approve or not.”

 Hiccup ate a spoonful of stew and waited.

 “Hard to believe my son found someone to love him. Much less five,” Spitelout said, and he took a sip of his mead.

 Hiccup took a deep breath. At least Spitelout would be dead soon. But… hearing someone say that, of their own son… that hurt Hiccup deeply. It felt like a gut punch. And he had been punched in the gut before.

 He chose to eat his stew in silence. He heard Toothless make a soft noise… that was a growl, yep.

 “Disappointing he ended up into being buggered, though,” Spitelout said. “And that the future chief, by wanting to marry three men, is as well.”

 Oh, Toothless’ growl was a little louder this time.

 Hiccup took a deep breath.

 “I’m sorry that you find love disappointing,” Hiccup said, evenly. He ate some more stew and some bread as well.

 Spitelout drank some more mead.

 “I suppose you’re the reason why my son is in this phase of being interested in men and women, at the same time. Cheating on all his partners, who are all cheating on him,” Spitelout said.

 Toothless growled again.

 Hiccup took a deep breath.

 “You misunderstand what polyamory is. We all love each other; we all know about each other’s individual partnerships. Snotlout is not cheating on anybody, nor is anybody in the Riders. And being attracted to multiple genders is not a phase and I didn’t cause that. It was a facet of himself that he figured out,” Hiccup said.

 Spitelout scowled, then shrugged, and continued to eat and drink, as did Hiccup.

 Hiccup knew this conversation would not go well, and had not expected it to.

 But it was a way to get Spitelout alone, so he would end up drinking poison. And Spitelout had, so at least that part of the plan had gone well.

“So, if I were to go out and fuck some woman that isn’t my wife, would that be okay?” Spitelout asked, after a few long moments of silence.

 “No!” Hiccup said, aghast. “Not if you didn’t talk to your wife about that beforehand! Don’t cheat on your wife!”

 He couldn’t believe he had to tell this man to not cheat on his wife.

 Luckily, Spitelout had finished his stew as well as his bread. Hiccup watched Spitelout as he drank the last of the mug’s contents. Good.

 Spitelout stood up, as if to leave.

 “I’ll be going then, thanks for the meal, boyo,” Spitelout said.

 “Well, I’m happy this went terribly,” Hiccup said.

 Hiccup watched Spitelout walk out of his house and shut the door behind him.

 One of Hiccup’s first actions after he and Toothless were alone was to grab the vial and the mug, and put the vial inside the mug. And he put the mug near the hearth.

 “You know what to do, bud,” Hiccup said.

 Toothless fire a small plasma blast that destroyed both the mug and the vial. No evidence.

 They had plenty of mugs in their house.

 “Good job, bud,” Hiccup said. He patted Toothless’s head. “Let’s go meet with the gang, eh? I want some kisses.”

 Toothless licked Hiccup’s nose.

 Well.

 It was clear that was his target was his nose but he licked Hiccup’s general face area.

 “Yes, thank you for that,” Hiccup said, flatly. “I’m sure that will make me very attractive to them.”

      The next morning, Hiccup woke up to Tuffnut snuggled next to him, Tuffnut’s hand on his bare chest. Toothless was on his rock bed.

 He heard his dad talking to Gobber. Hmm. His dads. That made him smile. He loved his dads. He loved Toothless. He loved Tuffnut.

 “In his sleep?” he heard Stoick say.

 “Seems like it,” Gobber replied.

 Despite being curious to know what they were talking about (though he had a very good idea what it was), he did not move from his spot, as it would mean waking up Tuffnut.

 “Is Snotlout here?” he heard Gobber ask.

 “I don’t think so? I know Tuffnut went upstairs with Hiccup last night,” Stoick responded.

 At that precise moment, Tuffnut said softly, “I heard my name so I’m awake.”

 Hiccup looked over at him.

 “My dads are talking,” Hiccup whispered. He then pressed a soft, chaste kiss to Tuff’s lips.

 “So, you’re eavesdropping,” Tuffnut whispered.

 “No, just curious,” Hiccup whispered.

 “Still eavesdropping,” Tuffnut whispered.

 Hiccup ignored this. Even if it was true. “Where’s my leg?” he asked.

 Toothless chose that moment to place Hiccup’s prosthetic on Hiccup’s chest.

 “Thanks, bud,” Hiccup said, as he quickly put his prosthetic on and got out of bed, patting Tuffnut’s hip. “Get dressed, Tuff.”

 Hiccup handed Tuff’s pants to Tuff.

 Hiccup made a show of putting his shirt on and yawning at the top of his stairs.

 “What’re you talking about, dads?” Hiccup asked, sleepily. He walked down the stairs. Toothless was definitely following not far behind him.

 “Who’s still upstairs?” Stoick asked.

 “Me!” Tuffnut exclaimed. He jumped down from the loft, not using the stairs, letting out only a grunt.

 “Tuffnut was the only one with me last night once I came back to the house,” Hiccup said. “I assume Snotlout, since I heard you mention him, either went to his parents’ house or went to one of the Riders’ homes.”

 Snotlout had gotten in the habit of mostly staying with the gang since their return from the Edge. For obvious reasons.

 “Well, Spitelout died in his sleep last night, and obviously, his son needs to be informed,” Stoick said.

 Hiccup nodded seriously.

 Obviously, he knew that there would be fallout after Spitelout died, and therefore planned for it. He, of course, would be there to comfort Snotlout, with the rest of his and Snotlout’s partners.

 “Whoa, Spitelout kicked the bucket?” Tuffnut said.

 “Would you like me to collect Snotlout so you can give the news?” Hiccup asked his father.

 “Yes, of course,” Stoick told him.

 Hiccup grabbed Tuffnut’s hand, and said, “Come on.”

      As Ruffnut and Astrid were standing at the steps of the Great Hall clearly waiting for them, that answered Hiccup’s question that Snotlout probably stayed with Fishlegs overnight. The ladies were holding hands.

 “There’s a rumor going around that Spitelout died overnight?” Astrid asked. She let out a yawn before she said this.

 “It’s true,” Hiccup said. “My dad wants me to get Snotlout so he can give him the news, given that Snotlout wasn’t at the Jorgenson’s. I assume he’s with Fishlegs?”

 “Yeah, they left before we did,” Ruffnut said.

 “Let’s go get ‘em and bring ‘em to my house so Stoick can give him the news privately,” Hiccup said. “And he has our support and comfort.”

 They had all done such a beautiful job when his own father had been unwell after the ambush by the Flyers. They were so comforting, and they stayed by his side. He would never forget their loyalty.

 And he intended to reciprocate that loyalty to Snotlout. This was about his love for Snotlout. Not about Spitelout.

 He did not feel guilt for Spitelout’s death. The man deserved to die for abusing Snotlout.

      The four of them went to Fishlegs’ home, retrieved Snotlout and Fishlegs, and headed back to Hiccup’s house. Hiccup held Snotlout’s hand the entire way back.

 When they returned to Hiccup’s house, everyone sat near Snotlout, five different hands held onto his two.

 Snotlout sat in between Fishlegs and Hiccup. Stoick and Gobber sat across from them.

 “What’s going on?” Snotlout asked. “Why are we meeting with the Chief and Gobber? It’s a little early in the day to be having ‘I want to marry your kid’ dinners. And I figured we would all tell Hiccup’s dads one at a time.”

 Stoick cleared his throat.

 “That’s not why we’ve asked you here, Snotlout,” Stoick said, breezing past Snotlout’s comments. It was not appropriate to talk about at the moment. On another day.

 With Snotlout’s hands both occupied, Stoick reached out and touched Snotlout’s arm about midway to his elbow.

 “It is my sad duty to inform you, Snotlout Jorgenson, that your father, Spitelout Jorgenson, died overnight in his sleep,” Stoick said.

 Snotlout gasped.

 “W-what?” Snotlout asked. “He’s only forty-six. How could he die?”

 Stoick sighed gently.

 “Lad, we know that he bludgeoned his own head for fun yesterday evening. It’s possible that accidentally killed him,” Stoick said. “I’m so sorry. He was a great warrior.”

 Hiccup could agree with that. Spitelout was a great warrior.

 At least Stoick didn’t say some nonsense about how Spitelout was a great person or a great father. That would be lies. Spitelout was neither of those things. An abuser is not a great person or a great father.

 “Oh, Snotlout, I’m so sorry,” Fishlegs said softly.

 “We’re here for you,” Hiccup whispered. Hiccup squeezed Snotlout’s hand.

 Astrid and the twins, who were seated on the floor, echoed those sentiments, also squeezing his hands.

 Snotlout sniffled. He then sighed and chuckled awkwardly.

 “He would have disapproved of me crying,” Snotlout said. “Would have called it weak. But it’s all I want to do.”

 “You’re allowed to cry, Snotlout,” Astrid said, softly.

 They had allowed him to cry freely many times including that private meeting that lead to this moment. It was not necessary for Hiccup or any of the other Riders to second Astrid’s sentiments.

 “Aye, let it out, lad,” Stoick said. “Crying is not weak.”

 Snotlout nodded tearfully.

 And from there, the tears fell.

 And perhaps, Spitelout may have disapproved of Snotlout crying, but the people sitting with him, certainly did not, even if all they could say of the deceased was that he was a great warrior.

 Snotlout had once said he did not have a heart, because he was not a girl, but that was almost certainly toxic nonsense Spitelout had taught him. Snotlout did have a heart; it had allowed him to love a dragon and bond with him deeply and profoundly and had allowed him to fall in love with five of his closest friends.

 They sat with him, their hands on him, a constant reminder that they were here with him and not planning on leaving him alone.

 When Snotlout had finished crying, he asked, “Where’s my mother?”

 “With members of the Jorgensons,” Gobber said.

 Snotlout nodded.

 “I should probably go be with my mom,” Snotlout said. He sniffled.

 “We’ll go with you,” Hiccup said, quickly.

 Hiccup squeezed Snotlout’s hand.

 “We’re your family,” Fishlegs added.

 Hiccup, Astrid, and the twins indicated their agreement on this point.

 “Aye, if the Jorgensons need anything, do not hesitate to ask,” Stoick spoke up.

 Snotlout nodded, sniffling.

 So, the gang stayed with Snotlout during that day at the Jorgenson house. Fishlegs cooked in the kitchen so that Snotlout’s mother could sit with her son while various Jorgensons talked about Spitelout. The gang stayed close to Snotlout and his mother. Stoick even came by as part of his chiefly duties. Hiccup, realizing, that this was part of the duties that would one day (hopefully, a long time away) be his, paid attention to the way his father handled those duties.

 Hiccup resisted the urge to go into the room where the family had placed Spitelout’s corpse and go say something to the man’s corpse.

 But then Stoick called Hiccup’s name and gestured for him to come over to him. Hiccup took a deep breath.

 “Stay with Snotlout,” he told the gang, as he got up.

 “Yes?” Hiccup said, softly, upon reaching his father.

 “One of the duties as Chief includes visiting with the deceased member of the tribe,” Stoick said, as the two walked towards a room.

 “Oh,” Hiccup said.

 Well. Hiccup supposed making sure Spitelout was actually dead would be a good idea.

 They soon stood in front of Spitelout’s corpse. The poison tears did their work. It was not apparent how the man died. Maybe his heart gave out, maybe blunt force trauma. His body was still. A relief. He would never again lay a hand on Snotlout or say something ugly to him.

 His father said some funeral-type words to the body. Hiccup didn’t quite pay attention to the words. He knew the funerary prayers of his tribe by heart. It was probably one of them.

 “Would you like to say something to Spitelout?” Stoick asked him, softly.

 “Uh,” Hiccup said. He took a deep breath.

 “Your son is safe with me,” Hiccup said. In his head, he was thinking, “And safe from you. You can’t hurt Snotlout anymore.”

 And when Hiccup stood by Berk’s shores as they watched Spitelout’s funeral ship burn him to ashes, he thought the same thing.

[yv-sketches]

I JUST SAW HTTYD 3 TODAY

Un. Follow. Me now, this is going to be the only thing I post about for weeks.

Please, please do not read this if you haven’t been a lucky bastard of an Australian. Do not click read more on pc, go back to your blog and block the tag httyd 3 spoilers on mobile, unfollow me if you want to.

There was no assigned seat system so I sat in front of the door to go in first and get a good one, but two guys (as in, fandom age) beat me. I wonder if they have tumblr...

Things I loved (prepare for a long list):

THAT OPENING SCENE

Hiccup boards a ship to free dragons and swordfights this guard dude. Guard knocks over a lamp, setting the deck on fire and Hiccup and a blue glowing Toothless deadass walk through it. Boi that was awesome

This is Berk.

Lots of action scenes in general. Hiccup with a sword is my new aesthetic. I did not pay a lot of attention, but I think he fought left handed.

The visuals.

Hot.

Damn.

Thought httyd 2 Berk was impressive? I think not.

THAT NEW BERK ISLAND

THE CAMP

THE WATERFALL

THE CLOUDS

SNOWY NEW BERK ISLAND

THE SAND

Oh boy the sand. Because there are no places like that waterfall or new Berk island it is obviously fake, but the clouds and sand... If you took a screenshot and said it was a photo I’m pretty sure 99% of the people would believe you.

All the decors. Dreamworks made So. Many. Environments. I don’t think I’ve ever seen an animated movie with this level and amount of sets and details. This beats Finding Dory, Big Hero 6, httyd 2 by far. Maybe Zootopia and Moana reached this level, but never on this scale.

The composition. Whoever did the cinematography, kudos to you. The fight scenes were awesome, actually, most of the shots were.

The music. John Powell amirite??? When Hiccup sits there with his map. When they introduce Grimmel’s fort. When they go into the waterfall. Test flight when Light Fury saves Hiccup...

Drago’s fleet was cool, but Grimmel has a freaking aircraft/helicopter thing. Who does this guy think he is? Norbert the Nutjob?

Speaking of Grimmel HE SAID IT HE SAID IT WHEN HE BROKE INTO HICCUP’S HOUSE

“You wish for a world where humans and dragons live as equals? That will be the end of civilization.” Or something like that. Can you hear my book fandom heart beating faster? There was even a faintly recognizable ‘history repeats itself’.

The entirety of Berk on the move. Dragons carrying bags, entire ships with stuff and lots and lots of citizens. I don’t know when Hiccup acquired all this power to make people listen to him immediately, but he’s owning it.

The gang, minus Snotlout, had an actual part in the plot, unlike httyd 1 and 2 where they were mainly background characters. Gobber had a running gag with funny round dragons. I LOVE THEM OK they are so round.

TINY HICCUP IN THE FLASHBACKS Stoick was so sweet on him, and the way he speaks about Valka.... Take notes Disney, that’s a declaration of love.

No hate on Light Fury. She was the amazing ball of feral sass that I hoped she would be. She noped out when Toothless tried to flirt and yeeted Hiccup off his back. You go girl.

Toothless being a Skrill.

Toothless being da king. I got chills. Toothless my baby you are so amazing

That scene where Grimmel symbolically rips off Hiccup’s dragon-y wings, night fury pauldron and leg... Cressida Cowell would be proud of that.

“The world if not ready for dragons. Yet”

HICCUP TRULY SAID IT CAN I GET ALL BOOK FANS TO SAY IT WITH ME?

At the last hand thing where Hiccup slowly takes his hand off Toothless, I swear I heard someone cry softly. I don’t blame them.

Have I mentioned the visuals yet?

Things that I thought were very good, but not True Perfection My Life Is Complete 10/10 level good:

The ending was kind of sudden. Grimmel is defeated and then Hiccup decides to let Toothless go free? And then the entirety of Berk unsaddles their dragons to let them go? Yes, I understand, but I thought it would have taken an ENTIRE movie for him to do that. It WAS there throughout the movie, but it was never the main focus (the way Tadashi’s death was in BH6). The attention was always on either Grimmel or the Light Fury.

This in general. The emotions were the subplots instead of the main ones.

The whole “What is Hiccup without Toothless?” was a most perfect plot that kind of.... was resolved far easier than I hoped. It was still good, just not “hero the hard way”-level good.

“Hiccup makes Toothless a self-flying tail fin while that was a major point of their soulmate-ness” was missing some emotional weight. Hiccup was clearly super distressed, it was just not addressed a lot.

The Hiccstrid wedding plot was nice and I suspect lots of shippers will have their funerals in theatre, however, I think that too was not “companions of the Dragonmark”-level good. BUT THEY ARE SO CUTE! THEY ARE SUCH A REALISTIC AND GOOD COUPLE LIKE THEY WERE IN HTTYD 2. No mushy romance, just two badass Vikings who are so comfortable around each other it can only be true love.

Random stuff:

Eret might be gay for Gobber.

Snotlout might have slapped Hiccup’s butt.

Valka beat Spitelout (voiced by David Tennant despite not having any real lines) in arm wrestling.

Ruffnut annoying Grimmel the way only she can.

Valka has bits of grey in her hair, but her face still looks super young.

The whole gang has flight suits

Things I did not like:

Toothless fell in love too fast. He ditched Hiccup’s flirting tactics and made her a drawing. Cool. He got mad when she stepped on the lines. Cool. But then she got mad as well and Toothless just.... left it at that. Apparently he was so lovestruck he let Light Fury trample his art. No.

Things I hated with every inch of my being (that is not a lot of inches by the way):

Snotlout flirting with a Valka.

Gods... He is younger than Hiccup. Valka is Hiccup’s mom. Blergh.

Things I understand and fit the movie verse but annoyed me because it killed the entire meaning of Cressida Cowell’s conclusion (yes this is very specific):

The ending.

The dragons leave. Hiccup smiles through his tears because he knows this is the best thing to do. Toothless becomes king of the dragon world. Light Fury is his queen. Hiccup and Astrid marry and have cute children. Hiccup grows a beard. So far so good. Very good ending.

But then. Then Toothless reappears and meets Hiccup’s son and daughter. -_-

I don’t know about you, but wasn’t the whole point that dragons went into the hidden world to hide from humans? Wasn’t the whole point that ‘great things are only made out of love and pain’ and that doing the good thing also meant letting Toothless go? I wanted a heartbreaking ending. The bittersweet one from book 12. And this just felt like a fairytale that was too good to be true.

Yet at the same time, I like this ending. Toothless has his own life. Hiccup is his own person without Toothless. He’s a good chief and everyone is generally happy. The world does not believe dragons exist. Except for Berk.

Berk is this special place that dragons sometimes visit before returning back to the hidden world because Berlin’s do love dragons.

And come on. Kids and parents would riot if Hiccup and Toothless did separate for good.

Things that whacked me in the face like

"There were dragons when I was a boy"

BUT HE DID NOT ONLY SAY THAT HE SAID THE ENTIRE THING

THE ENTIRE THING from ‘There were dragons when I was a boy’ TO ‘leaving not a bone, not a fang, in the earth for the men of the future to remember them by.’

I died.

[deathberryhime]

in which i say fuck it i’m gonna write it and then i did

warning: angst, character death - you can pry stoicup from my cold dead fingers

...

He still remembers the first time he held his son. Seven months early and unclean from the birth, Hiccup had come unannounced into his life.

He also remembers the look of the midwife. Too small, he probably won’t survive the night. Those words had put fear into Valka’s heart and made her weep for days. But Stoick had seen the sparkle in his infant eyes and hope bloomed in his breast. He’s gonna be the strongest of them all.

“Dad!”

The wound was deep, his blood was pooling around him, and he could feel himself slipping. Still, Stoick forced his eyes into focus. Above him, his only son was trying to keep him alive.

“Dad, please!”

It had been a while since he had looked at Hiccup’s face; Valka’s cheekbones, their eyes, the traditional Haddock nose, and he could see the few freckles that smarted his own face. Alongside them, dread, fear, and blood was on his only child’s face.

Regret burst in his breast. They had lost too much time because he didn’t listen. Time they could have spent together, create memories, and bridge the gap in their relationship that seemed grander than the size of Yggdrasil.

His anger and hate seemed so insignificant now, when he was dying in the arms of his son.

When he had first lost his son (back when he was only fifteen and he had run away because he had failed him as a parent) something had broken inside of him. When the raids had stopped, his rage had dimmed and he’d curse himself because revenge was all he had left.

Then Hiccup had come back, with a horde of dragons at his beck and call, preaching about peace and coexistence, and it had made Stoick spitting mad. They fought and that night he had lost his son for a second time. It took years, many barrels of mead, and Gobber beating him over the head with his hook to finally consider of a possible alliance.

It was also the fact that every time he saw the families around him, tore a bigger hole in his heart. It took a long while to accept the fact he was perhaps wrong, that his beliefs and pride has costed him his only remaining family. That he was an old man, tired and miserable and despite everything, he wanted his son back.

So he reached out. They made terms in tense tones and agreed on integrating dragons on Berk. Baby steps, I don’t trust you lot not kill them on sight, his Hiccup had said with a scowl while Stoick cursed himself for alienating his child so much he preferred fire-breathing beasts first over his own family.

The months that followed were weary and anxious. The beasts were everywhere and the Berkians still itched to their weapons every time a dragon sneezed.

For Stoick, they were of the best. Hiccup was coming and going, spending time teaching dragon riding to the volunteers and having awkward dinners at the Great Hall. But despite the naysayers, Stoick could see that his fantasy of having his son back was able. The spark that had been lost was coming back in Hiccup’s eyes, and Stoick couldn’t but feel proud.

Now, that spark was almost completely gone.

“Dad, please! Stay with me! Dad!”

Stoick could feel Hiccup’s fingers pressing down, trying to hold back the blood. Futile, Stoick knew this was it for him. But first, he had to make sure…

“It’s not your fault.” Stoick croaked and raised a shaky hand to his son’s cheek. “It’s not. You wanted peace. We all did. It’s not your fault.”

After Berk, there was an idea of reaching out to the other Tribes. They had a plan, it had been risky but they both were willing to take it. It had been going great for a while, until old ghosts rose from Stoick’s past.

The Thing that had been for peace resulted in blood and death.

War had been declared. The Hooligan tribe had been outlawed. Stoick knew what he had to do.

“Take them… and go.”

Dragon fire burst from their left and he saw Berkians and Dragons forming a circle around them, protecting them. Someone screamed something over the chaos -Hold the line! Keep them back! Where’s the healer?!- right as Hiccup’s face broke above him.

“Dad. No. You’re fine, hear me? You’re going to be fine!”

He was so much like Valka. Keeping hope even when the world was against them. But they had no time left. He was slipping away and enemies were baying for his head, his Hiccup’s head.

“I’m sorry, son. I wish we had more time.”

As he talked, he drew a shaky rune on his son’s forehead. Hiccup tried to move away, tell him again he’ll be fine, but hands gripped his shoulders and forced him in place. 

Stoick saw Spitelout trying to keep his face straight, just like his Generals that were now looking over with red-rimmed eyes.

With a nod to his half-brother, he finished the rune and took a shuddering breath.

“Lead them true. Keep them safe.”

“Dad--”

“I love you. I’m proud of you.” Stoick coughed and felt more blood filling his lungs. “I know you’re going to make me proud. I love you, son. Never forget that.”

Stoick let the darkness take him, giving his final blessings to his grieving son and longing to reunite with his wife.

[p-artsypants]

In Due Time (3)

A short fic exploring the concept of Time travel. Older Hiccup in HTTYD 1 while Little Hiccup is in Late RTTE.

I’m putting off writing anything else until this is done, because it’s supposed to be short in the first place.

FF.net | Ao3

—

Little Hiccup had a nice dinner at home with his father, Gobber, Astrid, and the rest of the riders. He simply ate his fish and just smiled as his friends talked about all the fun adventures they had together. They told him all about the Edge, and the good he was doing out there.

He still din’t know how he felt about dragons, though. Sure, Toothless just seemed to love him and stayed firmly at his side the whole time, but to hear that he loved them now and he had changed nearly everyone’s mind about them?

It just didn’t sit with him right.

“Um…can I say something?” He spoke up, meekly.

“Of course!” Stoick encouraged. “Speak up lad!”

Hiccup nodded and swallowed. “Uh…I don’t know…I’m still…I still don’t like dragons.”

Everyone became quiet at this, and just listened.

“I know that I’m supposed to be the…expert on them, and whatever…but I’m supposed to want to kill them, or I did, yesterday. And I will when I go back.”

Stoick laid a hand on his shoulder, which made him tense up. “We understand, son. We don’t expect you to be the same Hiccup we know, and we don’t want you to change. We…just want to give you something to look forward to.”

Little Hiccup sniffed and rubbed under his eyes. “I never thought my future would be so bright.” He curled in on himself, “has your Hiccup talked about back then? About my time?”

“No,” Astrid said softly. “I’ve tried to get it out of him, but he doesn’t like talking about it.”

“Then, maybe I should? Would that be okay?”

Astrid squeezed his knee. “If there’s something you need to say, then go right ahead. It’s fresh to you, and it’ll help you to get it out.”

He nodded and swallowed, then he looked at the floor, suddenly shy.

Toothless rested his head on his lap, just content to be near him.

Finally, Hiccup spoke, baring his heart on a platter. “I don’t like the way you guys treat me,” he began. “Everyday, I try my hardest to fit in, and be like you guys. I know I’m not like the other vikings, but I want to be so badly. But no matter how hard I try, you guys seem to focus on all the stuff I do wrong. I feel like a complete failure, and a waste of space and resources.”

“Hiccup, you’re not a failure—“ Stoick began.

But Hiccup shrugged away from him. “Now you say that!” There were tears in his eyes. “You probably don’t remember what you said a few days ago, but it’s been clanging around inside my head and…you’re right, dad.” He looked down to his toes as a tear fell down his cheek.

Stoick swallowed thickly, fearing the worst. “What…what did I say, son?”

Hiccup bit his quivering lip, suddenly wanting to take it all back. “Please don’t hit me…”

“I would never—“ Oh, but he would. He did. Several times, as his father hit him. But gods, he regretted it. “I promise, I won’t.”

Hiccup spoke so softly that the few on the other side of the room could barely hear him. “You said that I was the one that killed Mr. and Mrs. Hacksaw, and that I was a curse from the gods. That I was your punishment for not saving mom…and you said it was my fault she had been taken, and you wished I had never been born.”

Stoick remembered that. He had been drinking, a common evening habit in those days. Two people had died that day during a dragon raid, and Stoick had to shoulder that burden. Hiccup had gone for water in the well, and ended up breaking the lever at the top, right in the middle of the raid. The fires had been what had killed that couple in their home. In a drunken mind, Stoick found Hiccup too easy to blame.

Hiccup was sobbing, and Stoick had been rendered silent. “You wished that I was the one who had died, so that you could finally be free from me messing up!”

Astrid said nothing, but rested her hand on his back, rubbing it soothingly.

“And you were right! It was my fault! Everyone else said so too—“

The other kids vaguely remembered that day. But more so, their words and actions from that time just seemed like a guilty haze.  

Spitelout had told his son that Hiccup had broken the well. In turn, Snotlout told the other kids, and they mercilessly picked on him.

Way to go, genius.

You’re a hazard.

I wish the dragons would take you.

Go jump off a cliff.

For someone so small, you sure do a lot of damage.

Why don’t you just stay at home, where you can’t mess anything up? But I’m sure you’d screw that up too.

It’s only because you’re the chief’s son that you haven’t been exiled yet. It won’t save you forever.

Get lost, roach.

You shouldn’t be allowed to eat. You don’t deserve rations.

Astrid just sat quietly, doing her best to console him. She remembered that raid too, and despite Snotlout’s badgering, she never said a word to him. Her parents had trained her well enough to be nice to Hiccup, as he was the chief’s son. But if it was too hard to be nice, she just didn’t say anything. Which meant many months of silence.

Gobber’s gut churned. He remember vaguely telling Hiccup to get up and get over it. He didn’t mean it, lad. He’s just mad at the situation. But that hadn’t really been much of a consolation. He just wanted Hiccup to get back to work.

“And if I hadn’t come here…I would have—“ He stopped himself, biting back a sob.

“What?” Urged Stoick, his heart in his throat. “What were you going to do?” Though he had a feeling he already knew.

“I was going to kill myself.”

Stoick stood suddenly and scooped his son into his arms, and began wailing. “Don’t you dare! Don’t you dare!” He cried, nearly crushing him. “I’m so sorry Hiccup…I had no idea.”

Hiccup just clung to his father and wept into his shoulder.

The others in the room were in various states of distress and guilt.

Finally, Hiccup pushed away from Stock slightly and wiped his face with his sleeve. “Thank you…”

Stoick kissed his forehead. “No, thank you for telling me. For telling all of us.”

Snotlout spoke up. “Man, I am so sorry for all of that—“

“Me too!”

“And me!”

“And also me!”

Snotlout rubbed the back of his head. “I didn’t hate you, as much as it seemed like I did…I had some…personal beef I was dealing with. And making you feel like crap was how I felt better. I’m sorry, you didn’t deserve my insults or my poundings.”

Hiccup managed a small smile. “Thanks Snotlout. That means a lot.”

Astrid came over and crouched so she was eye-level with him. Then she delicately brushed the bangs from his face. “You are so brave, Hiccup. By telling all of us this, you just did something really helpful for your future self.”

He blushed slightly as she cupped his cheek.

“You’ll forget what you saw here, that you were ever in the future, but I pray that the relief we give you stays and you grow strong. It’s going to be rough going back, but you have some important battles to face soon.”

“I know,” he said resolutely. Though, Hiccup had other things in mind.

He wasn’t going back, not if he could help it.

—

The fire was extinguished, Big Hiccup doing most of the work.  

“Gods this was so much easier with dragons,” he muttered to himself as he dropped the bucket on the ground.

“This wouldn’t have happened if you just did what I said,” said Fishlegs to Snotlout, starting everything all over again.

Hiccup groaned, “guys! It doesn’t matter who’s responsible! If you see something that needs to be done, do it!”

“But I couldn’t!” Protested Fishlegs, “I was putting out another fire!”

“And I was fighting a dragon!”

“We’re not allowed to fight dragons!”

“Stop!” Hiccup shouted, catching their attention. “Snotlout, if someone asked you to do something, why didn’t you do it?”

“Because I’m not listening to Fishface! And I’m listening to some stranger that starts yelling at me! Who are you anyway!?”

Hiccup smirked. “You really don’t know?”

“You kinda look like my shrimp cousin Hiccup, but you’re clearly too tall to be him.”

“What if you aged him by five years?” Astrid posted.

Snotlout made a box with his fingers and closed one eye. “Hmm…maybe? Though I doubt Hiccup could ever get that tall.”

Hiccup gave him a blank look. “Snotlout, I am Hiccup, from five years in the future. Gothi sent me here.”

“What?!” Snotlout shouted. “Why would she do a thing like that?”

“Because, we’re making a medicine and we’re short an ingredient, something that’s not in the future anymore.” He was beginning to feel like a broken record.

“Okay, but why you? Surely, I’m a better pick. I should probably follow you and make sure you don’t screw this up and get everyone killed.”

Hiccup rolled his eyes. Good ole Snotlout. “Thanks, but I’ll be fine.”

“What in blue blazes—!?” Stoick’s voice cut off the argument as he and the baker stared at the husk that used to be the baker’s house. “Hiccup! I told you to stay inside! What did you do!?”

“ME!? I’m the one that put this out!”

“Then who’s responsible for this!?”

Astrid and Hiccup pointed at Snotlout, while Fishlegs and Snotlout pointed at each other.

The chief started yelling. It wasn’t even words. He was just red in the face and yelling obscenities while throwing his fists around.

Just like old times.

“Hiccup!” He finally spat out.

“Yes sir,” Hiccup answered, with no sass this time.

“You, and you, and you, and you.” He pointed to the four teens assembled. “Go take a hike!”

“But Astrid—“

“GO!” He bellowed, and lumbered off without a word.

“What did you do?” Asked Astrid.

“He was born,” laughed Snotlout.

“Alright,” Hiccup said, clapping his hands. “Who’s up for a camping trip?”

—

The next morning, Little Hiccup awoke with a smile. He looked over to the sleeping dragon across the room and sang, “good morning Toothless!”

The Nightfury looked up him with a blink. It wasn’t often that Hiccup was this active in the morning.

He hopped up and got dressed, tying the pants tightly around his small waist, and tucking the access fabric into his boots.

He skipped down the stairs, finding Stoick sitting by the fire.

“You’re up early.”

“I couldn’t sleep,” Hiccup tried to shrug casually. “I was too excited to spend the day with you and my new friends.”

Stoick gave him a broad smile. “Well son, we’ll have a nice breakfast together for sure, but then I’ll have some chiefing to do. Since there’s so many people sick, some of the winter preparations fell to the wayside. But I’ll be back for dinner.”

Hiccup grinned, he was actually counting on that. “That’s okay! I understand.”

Stoick placed a warm, gentle hand on the back of his head. “Are you doing okay, son? You gave me a good fright last night.”

He nodded. “Yeah, I’m okay now. Astrid was right, just talking about it made me feel better.”

“Alright then. If any thoughts like that come up in the future, you just make sure to tell me, okay?”

Hiccup doubted he’d ever feel that way again. “I promise.”

Stoick smiled back, but heard his young son’s voice in his head. A memory that haunted him from years ago. A sentence that had quelled his anger and strengthened his patience.

I don’t want to live anymore.

“What do you feel like? I’ve made some toast and some eggs…”

After Stoick left, Little Hiccup made his way back upstairs and began to sift through his belongings.

He came to find the leggings he was currently wearing belonged to Astrid, as his older self’s pants were even bigger and missed a third of the leg on the left side. Hiccup winced at the sight. So he had one pair of leggings for the night. That was fine, he’d deal. A clean tunic, a cask of water, some bread and dried yak jerky...this would work.

His room had changed a lot in five years. In fact, one half of the room was completely taken up by a slate rock, where Toothless was currently laying and watching him. He used to have a lot of great drawings about dragon slaying on his walls, but they were gone, replaced with schematics for what looked like a dragon tail and some other foreign ideas. One looked like a sword.

He glanced back at Toothless. Something had changed his mind along the way. Something had made him decide to betray his tribe and befriend a dragon.

Though, given how he had left things at home with his father, betrayal didn’t seem that far-fetched. But then he killed a dragon, and now he’s a hero.

There seemed to be too many holes in Astrid’s story.

Leaving behind these confusing thoughts, he dug out his knapsack and began to pack. Tonight, he’d sleep here at the house, but in the early morning, he’d sneak out and hide until the next day. That way, they wouldn’t be able to send him back!

But first, he’d need to find a good hiding spot.

Before he could even consider it, the front door opened and Astrid called out, “Hiccup?”

He quickly threw the pack under his bed as he heard her coming up the stairs. “Uh uh uh just a minute!”

She came into his room anyway, as she always did. “Hey!”

“Hey! Hi! How—how are you?”

“I’m good, Stoick said you were up, so I thought I’d come get you. We didn’t really get the chance to take a tour through the village, and I know a lot of people want to talk to you—“

He paled. “Uh, yeah sounds…sounds great.”

Astrid picked up on it immediately. “What’s wrong?”

“No, nothing…nothing’s wrong. Honest!”

Toothless stood from his spot and stretched, then he trotted over and nudged Hiccup’s knapsack out from under the bed.

“Oh! Hey, what’s that?” He feigned.

“Hiccup, no matter what age, you are a terrible liar.”

“I…I don’t know what you’re talking about!”

“You don’t want to go back to the past, do you?”

Hiccup set his mouth into a tight line and avoided looking at her.

“Look, I don’t blame you, especially with what you said last night…but you have to go back! I need my Hiccup back.”

Hiccup sneered out of habit. “Why? What’s so different? In a few years, I’ll look like him! Is it just because you hate seeing the way I used to be? You hate seeing the Hiccup who was a useless waste of space!?”

Astrid raised her voice, “shut up!”

Hiccup recoiled, wincing heavily and curling in on himself.

Bracing for a hit.

Instead, Astrid rested a hand on his arm, and then moved down to take his hand. “Come with me.”

Hiccup nodded minutely, and followed.

Together, they travelled up the steps to the Great Hall. Astrid only let go to pull open the doors and then took his hand again.

Inside, two dozen or so vikings laid out on cots. The room smelled, as buckets sat next to the occupied beds. He could hear disgusting coughing and moaning. Still, he followed her to the corner of the room.

Finally, Astrid came to stop in front of a pair of beds, occupied by her parents. They were both asleep, but gods they looked awful.

“Do you remember why we brought you here in the first place? My Hiccup has to get an ingredient for Gothi’s medicine. Without it…they’ll probably…”

Now Hiccup felt guilty, and extremely angry. But all he was able to do was ball up his fists and tremble.

“Alright, lets talk.” She urged him out of the Hall.

Outside, she sat on the step and patted the seat next to her. He complied, dropping without grace and winding up into an anxious ball.

“I don’t get it.” He finally said.

“What? I thought I was pretty clear…”

“No no…” He groaned. “Why would I go? Why send me back? I...” His lips curled into a snarl as he sprang out of his ball. “I don’t owe these people anything! All they ever did was ridicule me! I don’t know why I would willingly choose to go into battle with a ferocious dragon just for this stupid village! You said it yourself! My father disowns me and I befriend a dragon! So why, why would I risk my neck back then, and now?!”

Astrid leaned back, crossing her ankles. She seemed unperturbed by his outburst. “I’ve wondered that myself the last few years. And I’m sure Big Hiccup figured this all out already.” She gave him a disarming smile, to try to calm his anger.

It didn’t completely work, but he wasn’t yelling anymore.

“Perhaps I should start from the beginning. About 4 and a half years ago, you shot a Nightfury out of the sky.”

This was surprising, to say the least. “What? I did?”

“That Nightfury was Toothless. You shot him out of the sky, and you ripped his left tail fin off.”

“Toothless is a—I did…how?”

“You had some sort of machine, I think it was called The Mutilator.”  

“Ha! So it works!”

Astrid frowned.

“Sorry, go on.”

“Anyway…you told me that you found him in the woods later that day, wrapped up in a bola, presented for you to kill on a platter.”

“But I didn’t…” Hiccup finished.

“You did not.”

Hiccup merely gave a soft sigh.

“Whatever it was, you cut him loose. But his tail was damaged, so he wasn’t going to make it on his own. So, you set out to build him a new tail.”

“And…when did I get disowned? When I cut him loose?”

“No, Stoick didn’t know about it. No one believed you when you said you shot down the Nightfury.”

“That’s the first part of this story that makes sense.” He droned.

She smacked him on the arm, not enough to hurt. “Anyway…while you were studying and training Toothless, you started to pick up on things. Nuisances. And during dragon training, you used what you learned to subdue the dragons in the Kill Ring, and shot up to the top of the class.”

“Cheating without getting caught is still cheating.”

“And that’s what made me mad.” She added with a grin. “I was convinced you were cheating, so I followed you into the woods. When I found the cove where you hid Toothless, I waited to surprise you with my axe. But in the wait time…” She paused for a moment, going back to the day in her head. “You were calling out for him, and you said you were leaving Berk forever. At that moment, even at the height of popularity, you decided to run. Granted, you had been picked to kill the Monstrous Nightmare…”

“Yeah, running sounds like the smart thing to do.”

“But I threatened to out you to the tribe, so you…kind of kidnapped me…which worked out in the end, because I came to understand you. But, that flight was interrupted when we found the Red Death. Just this…huge dragon that consumed everything.”

At this point, Hiccup was sitting again and leaned towards her, listening intently. Unbeknownst to them, several others were listening as well, curious about how all this had really happened.

“You knew that we had to do something about it, but not if it meant harming Toothless. So…you decided that the middle of the Fight was the best time to renounce your viking ways.”

“Oh boy…”

“And that’s when Stoick disowned you. He took Toothless as a guide and with the entire tribe, they set sail to the Nest.”

Hiccup groaned. “And then what?”

“You and I watched them sail off, knowing that we’d never see them again. And at that moment, you said you wished you had killed Toothless. I asked why you didn’t…you looked me in the eye and said ‘I looked at him, and I saw myself.’”

“Well, what does that mean?”

“Perhaps you saw how vulnerable he was. How trapped and alone...and how he was resigned to death.”

“Oh…”

“So then, you decided to risk it all. We semi-trained the dragons in the arena and flew off to save the village. You killed the Red Death and lost your leg, but you’ve been hailed as a hero ever since.” She rested a hand on the back of his neck, playing with his hair.

“But I still had to kill a dragon.”

She shrugged. “Well, Stoick seemed a lot more forgiving when you just came to save him. He said he was proud of you.”

Hiccup gasped slightly, and then in a voice much too small he asked, “he was proud of me?”

“Yes.” She kissed his forehead. “And so was I.”

He considered all of this heavily, and then glanced back at the Hall. “Okay. I’ll go back.”

[astridthefearless]

Hi :) Me again reading httyd books. I finished How to Be a Pirate and yeap here are my thoughts while reading.

How to train your dragon

I like how it says “Misadventures of Hiccup” because these are definitely not the adventures one would love to have

Hm pirate training! Gobber is responsible for all trainings on Berk?

Tf is wrong with these kids? They are literally excited to be smooshed by Dogsbreath. This is insane

Wooww!!! Hiccup nominated himself to be smooshed! Wasn’t expecting this one

Aaaa Grimbeard the Ghastly is Hiccup’s great-great-grandfather?       Wait! You guys are right. His name really looks like the httyd3′s new villain’s name “Grimmel the Grisly”. I won’t be surprised if the guy doesn’t have one eye in the third movie you know to give the piraty look (sh particularly the left eye haha)

Oh goodness he’s so stubborn he won’t submit

Snotlout removed the wooden case. Wow this guy really wants him to die no kidding

What a luck! And I was thinking who would practice the swordfighting in the middle of the sea

Coffin?

GUYS I LOVE BOOK!FISHLEGS SO MUCH! His sarcastic words which Hiccup cannot say to Snotlout gives me life

Hiccup means the village elders by saying some idiot is going to suggest opening that coffin and his dad is also village elder right? Asfdgkl this conversation comes to my mind +Do you call your dad idiot? -No I’m calling my chief idiot sjfdjg

It’s 3 am here I’m reading this freaking book and the corpse is moving

Alvin the Poor-but-Honest Farmer? Wasn’t his name Alvin the Treacherous? I’m confused now is he the villain Alvin we know or not?

Okay whoever he is I’m not trusting him

Can a lid of a coffin cut off a hand?

“This treasure cannot be found by just anybody” Hiccup’s gonna find it (probably?)

This treasure with riddle reminds me of Hamish II’s treasure in ROB

 Achilles heel haha

Asfdgh when your best friend praises you “+But I fell over again - But with such STYLE” 

Yes,Toothless, finally someone noticed Alvin’s lying 

Toothless is so me, lazy and doesn’t wanna do anything

So we have 2 Tuffnuts? One older and one junior I guess

Snotlout is like those students who are always ready to class, reminds the homework,and teacher always praises them

I’ve said this but I’ll say it again Stoick is such a supportive dad. He believes in Hiccup so much I love it. Okay he wants that treasure but he really wants Hiccup to find it

How many worst days has Hiccup had so far? THIS IS ONLY THE SECOND BOOK

Please don’t let it be Snotlout… Ugh of course it’s Snotlout

“SNOT-LOUT SNOT-LOUT, UGH UGH UGH” I didn’t know this comes from the books

But..but Toothless smelled metal

Ahhhh Stoick is so dissapointed

So did that scar stay on Hiccup’s chest for the rest of his life?

Wow Book!Spitelout too wants to be the chief of the tribe

Ha Outcastese???

LMAO Alvin wants to eat Stoick asfdgf

*gasps* Hiccup saying that HE is the heir to the throne knowing he’s going to be eaten made Stoick so proud I’m gonna cry 

Books would beat movies on trying to kill Hiccup!

Aww Spitelout and Stoick fighting together against enemy (sorry I can’t call him Baggybum I’m so used to say Spitelout)

Fishlegs going berserk though! 

Aaaa they sank

Toothless’ eyes light up in the dark! Why don’t we have this in the movies? We should

Okay but Alvin convincing Hiccup being the true heir! He’s telling this for treasure but he’s telling the truth!

AAHHHH HICCUP DISCOVERING HE’S LEFT-HANDED

“Goodnight sweet world, hello Valhalla” I’m so in love with this phrase I’m gonna use this everywhere

Holy Freaking Thor the dragon ate Alvin alive

“Isn’t fate artistic?” IT IS

Fiendishly Clever Plan 2.0

What a pity nobody saw their heroism. But I understand Hiccup and I’m so proud of both him and Fishlegs!

Ahh Epilogue! May I not read epilogues? Old Hiccup speaking makes so sad I can’t

AAA HICCUP WANTS SOMEONE TO FIND HIS PAPERS AFTER SO MANY YEARS AND AT THE BEGINNING OF THE BOOK A BOY FINDS THEM I’M SO HAPPY HICCUP WOULD BE HAPPY TOO!

[hiilikedragons]

here’s a sacrifice chapter i guess

“Don’t let anyone see you,” he whispers to Toothless, nervously holding onto the horn of his saddle until the Night Fury pulls away. When the sound of claws on gravel and grass disappears, he’s left with the crackling of fires and a bone chilling silence. He doesn’t even hear the usually faint sounds of livestock in the distance. His heavy breathing roars like wind in his ears, and he feels like an open target– unsafe and unprotected.

He hasn’t been to his home village since Snotlout’s death. In some ways, it still reeks of smoke and guilt.

The latch to the Hoffersons’ door isn’t locked. He’s only a little surprised. No one on Berk ever kept doors locked, mostly because the things they feared had fire and claws. No flimsy latch could stop them. But also because villagers were always running from house to house, alerting neighbors to the danger of a raid or performing heroic rescues.

But the Hoffersons are the exception. The Hoffersons have an enemy made of flesh and blood. Him.

It’s almost as quiet inside as it is outside. There’s a small fire struggling to warm the house, giving the hearth a red glow. And a faint snoring sound rumbles from the bedroom beyond the stairs. That door is cracked.

He prioritizes talking to Astrid over reintroducing himself to her parents. There’ll be time for that later, hopefully. For now, he has to see her. Has to apologize and convince her to come home– whether that be with him or his mother. This island is too dangerous, but he knows that’s only part of his reasoning. His heart is hammering in his chest. Flipping up his facemask, he carefully crosses the room and swallows hard.

She’ll tear into him. Understandably. He wets his lips as he begins climbing the stairs, aware of every creaking board underfoot. She’ll probably get in a couple of good hits before her angry shrieking wakes her parents. He braces himself for the blows, both verbal and physical. They can’t hurt any more than the knife of shame shoved deep in his belly. That’s still sharp and bleeding, twinging whenever he thinks about it. No matter how hard she punches, it’s nothing compared to the memory of her watching him leave.

“Astrid?” he whispers just outside her door. He lifts a hesitant hand to trace his fingertips over the smooth wood. His exhale shakes. He wonders if she’s already growing with his child. If he’ll be able to notice right away. The idea makes him curious, and half terrifies him to the core.

It takes every ounce of courage in him to push the door open and step inside. For a moment, he can only stand there and nervously clench and unclench his fist while his eyes adjust. But then he realizes there’s something amiss. There’s no soft whisper of her breath. The sheets of her bed are rumpled but empty.

Astrid isn’t here.

Wide-eyed, he slumps back against the door frame. Listens to the still-rapid beat of his heart.

His mother had said she wanted to come home. That she was going to go back to Berk without him. He’d expected her to be here with her family, driven away from the sanctuary by his callous departure. The fact that she’s not on Berk is both a little comforting and a little horrifying. Comforting– because Berk is dangerous for both of them. Horrifying– because if she’s not safe with his mother, and she’s not home with her mother, that means she might have run. She might be lost to him forever.

He has to find out. Slamming his face mask back in place with just a little too much force, he turns on his heel and exits the empty room. He’s only made it a few steps down when a harsh command makes him stop.

“Stay where you are or I’ll run you through,” Astrid’s mother hisses. She’s taken an aggressive stance at the foot of the stairs, a long sword clenched in her tight grip. Mrs. Hofferson is still in her bed clothes. Her unruly blonde hair is braided in a thick plait that falls over one shoulder.

Hiccup freezes, one foot still on the step behind him. His hands go up in reflexive surrender, and he quickly begins wondering about the drop from Astrid’s window to the ground. Mrs. Hofferson glares with wet eyes and bares her teeth. “What do you want? What are you looking for?”

He doesn’t answer– can’t answer. He stares, chest heaving with panicked breaths.

There’s no fear in the Viking’s posture– only fury. The relation between the Hofferson women is honest and undeniable. Blonde and brave and brash. “Tell me!” she snarls, though she keeps her voice lowered. “What have you taken?”

Hiccup shakes his head. Nothing. He spreads his fingers a little wider so she can see that his gloved hands are empty. Slowly, he allows himself to even his footing onto one step, which makes her lift the sword threateningly.

“She’s–” The woman’s voice breaks. “She’s alive, isn’t she? My daughter.”

Nodding this time, he thinks about whistling to summon his dragon. As long as he’s not too far, Toothless should be listening out for a distress signal. But until Mrs. Hofferson tries to make an attempt on his life, he’ll let her interrogate him. For Astrid’s sake.

Her weathered face crumples a little. “Is she alright? Is she safe?”

He should lie. He should give this mother another nod and put her fears at ease. But is she alright? Is she safe? Those are questions he doesn’t know the answers to himself. If she’s with Valka and the dragons, then yes, she’s safe. If she’s decided to make a new life somewhere else, there’s no telling. Location aside, after being knocked up and abandoned, he can’t honestly say Astrid’s alright. Not until he sees her.

His silence agitates Mrs. Hofferson. She takes a step forward. “What did you come for?” she accuses, realizing he won’t answer her. “Does she know you’re here?”

Hiccup shakes his head. It’s not smart of him to tell her the truth, since he’s caught and cornered. If she gets too angry, she could lunge at him. Wake her husband. Alert the village to his presence. Honestly, he doesn’t know why she hasn’t already. But he can’t bring himself to lie. Not after all the deceiving he’s done.

She makes a noise that’s half whimper, half growl. “Did you come to steal something else? Or are you returning whatever you took last time?”

That gives him pause. Keeping his hands raised in defense, he tilts his head to the side to show his confusion. The only thing he’s taken from Berk is its shield maiden. And he obviously has no intent to bring her back to this war-torn island. Not with their baby at the mercy of these violent people.

“Don’t play stupid!” She says it so loudly that his gaze cuts to their bedroom. Calder Hofferson won’t ask questions. Calder Hofferson will lop his head off with an axe before he has a chance to explain anything. But Calder Hofferson doesn’t come bursting into the room. “I know you were here! I heard you on the steps!”

Hiccup starts to shake his head, but she interrupts.

“Her axe was moved!” There’s a desperation in her voice. “I’m not imagining it! I heard your footsteps on the stairs!”

Something’s not right. This is the first time he’s ever set foot in the Hofferson home. At first, he thinks that Mrs. Hofferson dreamed a previous invasion– a nightmare. Surely it’s her imagination run wild, tinged by grief and loss. But the more he thinks about it, the stranger it seems. And then he feels a flare of fear and hope– was Astrid here? Did she stop by her home island before running away? If it wasn’t too long ago, just a few days at most, he can track her. Her scent should still be familiar enough to Toothless.

Her chin wobbles, dimpling with emotion. “I remember the exact day. Right after you killed Spitelout’s boy. Stoick wouldn’t even entertain the talk of you when I said you’d been here.”

Hiccup shakes his head. To both the accusation of murder and the possibility of him having been in the house. He’s deflated, disappointed. He’s seen her daughter since then. And even if he hadn’t, it would be too long to trace the scent. Probably just a nightmare, then.

“Someone was here!” she insists, tearful again. It’s too dark to see whether the wetness in her eyes has spilled over. “The axe was moved! The bed was laid in!”

And then the thought occurs to him.

He hadn’t even considered it to be a possibility, but it has to be. The night she left him, he’d seen her bag full of her things and known instantly that she tried to escape, to go back to Berk. He always assumed that she ran into a storm and turned back. That there was a dragon watch that kept her from landing on Berk. That she got scared or lost. Something that kept her from reaching the island. He assumed she’d had to turn back before she made it to Berk. Because if she had, why would she come back?

He’d been pleased that she returned. Surprised by how strongly he felt when he saw her again. But he never dreamed she would make it to Berk and then choose to come back to him. She was home– in her bed– and she left it for the cold floor of his den.

If she’d been ten minutes faster, or if he’d been ten minutes slower that night, he would’ve been oblivious. Because she chose him. She picked him over her home, over her parents. Gods, it’s only now sinking in. She was laying here in her room, safe in her bed, and she picked herself up and walked away.

His chest starts to feel like it’s caving in again. That guilt and panic that’s been eating him alive spikes with a vengeance.

Digging into his flight suit, he slips his fingers into an inner pocket of his vest. It’s there, like it always is, just barely digging into his chest when he leans forward. They didn’t put enough work into Astrid’s bridal crown for it to gleam in the near-dark, but he knows that the woman will recognize its shape immediately, even if it’s too dim to make out the engravings.

Mrs. Hofferson finally releases the tight grip on her sword so that she can throw one hand over her mouth and stifle a sob. After a moment of muffled whimpering, she whips her head back to look at him.

“You’re looking for her.” Her whisper cracks, brows lifting with realization. “She got away.” For a moment, an expression of overwhelming relief and joy changes her face. Then it hardens, and the blade lifts again, leaving him a hand’s-breadth from its point.

After hesitating a moment, he nods. His pulse quickens as he glances down the length of the sword. Puckering his lips, he whistles a trilling noise he knows Toothless will recognize.

The sound makes Mrs. Hofferson jump. She takes a step forward, baring her teeth menacingly. “I’ll kill you before I let you hurt her again.”

His mouth is dry. He can try and make a run for it, but it’ll be close. It would be stupid to underestimate a Hofferson. He could reveal himself, tell the truth. But that wouldn’t guarantee his safety or her understanding. If only she knew the desperation gnawing at him. He wants to find Astrid just as badly as her mother does.

Hiccup cautiously slips the crown back into his vest. Hands still raised, he takes one slow step down, and then another. He’s much taller than Mrs. Hofferson, but at this range, she could shove her weapon into his gut with ease. Swallowing, he puts his hands on either side of his helmet and eases it up. Just enough that the eye holes are skewed and he can’t see. Just enough so that his neck is exposed. Then he kneels, tilting his head to the side.

He can’t read her expression to know what she’s thinking, but the woman trembles with choked back tears. The sharp edge of her sword makes him jump when the cold blade rests against his jugular, but he doesn’t move. Neither does she. His chest aches with the panicked slamming of his heart in his ribcage.

This is all he can do. All he can say. The powerful Dragon Master can only offer surrender and pray to the gods that Astrid’s mother understands his gesture

If I hurt her again, he wishes he could whisper, I’ll let you.

It’s still daylight when he arrives at the sanctuary, but the sun is just beginning to fall. Exhaustion clings to his bones, and Hiccup knows Toothless’ wings feel just as heavy as he does. No rest, no stops. Neither of them wanted to touch down for food or sleep.

“She’ll be here,” he mumbles to his dragon. They both know it’s for his good, not Toothless’, but the Night Fury only warbles in response.

He can see his breath as he navigates the dark and twisting tunnels of stone and ice. Every now and then, he comes across a wandering dragon that recognizes him and bounds over for scratchies, but he can’t make himself summon the patience to stop for them. Toothless ducks into one of the caves that’ll lead to the higher levels of the inner chamber. Hiccup heads for the living spaces.

“Mom?” he calls out when he nears, voice echoing back at him. He sounds as anxious as he feels. “Astrid? Mom, are you here?”

His steps slow when he comes upon Valka’s chambers, which are empty except for a hatchling preening by the low-burning fire. The last time he stood here, he crushed the only two people that mattered to him. The mouth of the tunnel where Astrid had been standing when he saw her last is empty now. Still, it somehow seems to give off an aura of harsh censure.

“Mom?” he shouts a little louder, panic starting to bubble in his throat. If a fire’s burning, that means someone’s been here recently. He starts to walk towards that tunnel– dispersing the ghost of Astrid’s glare as he passes through it. His pace quickens with every nervous breath, though, and soon he’s running to his old room. Her room, as his mom had put it.

He can’t see by the dim light, so he unstraps Inferno with stumbling fingers and clicks it to life. Heat warms his hands through the gloves, which would be a nice feeling after such a long and cold flight– if his mind weren’t otherwise occupied.

The little burrow he called home for almost three years is empty too. He stops in the doorway and tries to catch his breath, but the only sign of life in her room is his own shadow flickering against the back wall. There’s no bag of clothes or rumpled fur on the bed. It’s all bare.

“No, no, no,” he whispers. He backs away until his shoulders hit the stone behind him and stares into the dark. Absently, he snuffs Inferno and waits for his eyes to adjust to the black void. “Astrid, no…”

Hiccup only allows himself a moment of agony. There’s no time to waste. He has to find her, track her down. Maybe she returned to Bulg, where she at least knew friendly faces. It’s a long shot, but it’s the first place he thinks to check. It’ll be another long night of flying.

“Mom!” he bellows as he jogs back towards the center of the sanctuary. If anyone knows the whereabouts of his wife, it’s the last person who saw her. “Mom, where are you? Cloudjumper?”

No response. More dragons hear his voice and come fluttering to say hello, but he ignores them. Hiccup trips over himself as he makes his way to the giant window leading to the heart of the island.

“Hiccup?”

He startles at the voice behind him, whirling around. Across the room, his mother stands in a crouch in the same tunnel he entered through. She’s dressed in her armor, and she slowly straightens as she pulls off her helmet. Her eyes are wide and her expression unreadable.

“Mom,” he sighs, relieved.

Wincing, he all at once remembers the cruel things he said to her in his moment of panic. With his attention focused on Astrid and the baby, he’d let himself forget their argument. Taking slow steps towards her, he squeezes his eyes shut and hangs his head.

“I’m sorry,” he breathes, chest still heaving with exertion. “What I said last time–”

“This can wait,” Valka interrupts. There’s no ice or venom in her tone, though he knows he deserves it. When he cautiously looks up, his mother’s watching him knowingly. “She’s in the aviary.”

“She’s here?” he asks carefully, afraid to be disappointed again. There’s a new wave of shame, knowing that he doesn’t even have the patience to fix things with his mom before he sees Astrid. “The room is empty.”

“She likes being close to Stormfly,” his mother explains, though the name isn’t familiar to him. “That Nadder won’t go anywhere without her.”

A Nadder. She’d bonded with a dragon. A burst of affection squeezes his chest, quickly sobered by the idea that so much has already happened without his knowing. There’s a little hope in just that bit of information, though. If his wife could forgive all the wrongs that dragons have done to her village, maybe she can forgive him too.

“I have to see her,” he blurts, and before Valka can answer, he gives her an apologetic glance and dashes into the tropical climate of the nest’s core. It’s a little dizzying, as it always is, but it seems even more vast when faced with the task of finding someone in all the chaos.

He tries among the Nadders first, checking the nests and shaking off the newborns that screech with excitement and crowd his legs. He looks for blankets, knives, anything that might indicate that Astrid had been there. When there’s nothing to find, he checks in the higher tunnels that open closer to the icy ceiling of the cavern, where there’s more of the niches like his old bedroom. Nothing still.

The longer he searches, the more disheartened he becomes. Did she already hear him calling for her and hide? Even worse, did she run at the sound of his voice? Just in case, he stops shouting her name and tries to hunt more quietly. He begins to wonder if his mother truly knows where she is.

Finally, nearly defeated, Hiccup drags his weary body to the lakeside and drops by the grassy edge. The Bewildebeast is in a peaceful mood, his face half buried in the water. He blows giant bubbles that pop and churn and stares ahead thoughtfully. When Hiccup speaks, the titan doesn’t even notice.

“I’ve covered half of the archipelago looking for this woman,” he sighs, rubbing his dry and aching eyes. Lying back on the grass, he throws his arm over his face. The lack of sleep is catching up with him, and he can’t make himself get up and face more disappointment. “I’ve been held at swordpoint, flown for days, torn this island apart. I don’t know where else I’m supposed to look.”

The gurgling of bubbles is his only answer.

Hiccup lays there for longer than he probably should. He feels the weight of his arms and legs as if they’re made of stone, and the warmth shining inside feels good on his skin. His heart is still tormented by the loss of Astrid, but as he drifts, he’s able to put that pain at a distance. He has hazy half-dreams of blonde hair and soft blankets in his arms. The images are tinted by a nervous happiness, and it’s one of the sweetest dreams he’s had in a while.

It bothers him when they dissipate, chased away by the sound of a thump and clatter. Bleary, Hiccup pulls his face from the crook of his elbow and blinks upward. Expecting to see a hatchling getting into trouble, he drags his gaze lazily along the water’s edge. When it lands on a pair of boots and a sack of dirty dishes, his heart stops.

“Astrid.” Twisting, he pushes himself up on his feet.

There she is, just a few yards away. Hair half down and mouth tight with a scowl. The look in her eyes is lethal, the righteous, flashing anger of a Valkyrie. There’s a scrubbing brush in her hand, and from what he can tell, her knuckles are white with the death grip she has around the handle.

For what feels like hours, they just stare-- him in wonder, her in fury. He’s not sure what he expected, but she doesn’t look any different than when he last saw her, except for maybe the dark distance in her expression. There’s no round belly, no maternal glow, nothing to show for the claim that drove him to run. If anything, she looks like she’s lost weight in the time they’ve been apart.

Finally, he decides that one of them has to say something. And it has to be him.

“H-hey.” He clears his throat. “How’s it going?”

An icy silence pours off of her in waves. There’s no give to her steely glare, no sense of reaction. Hiccup wants to step forward, to reach out to her, but he knows from experience that sometimes it’s better to stay where he is. Beneath layers of uncertainty and discord, though, there’s a hint of sentimental desire-- to be able to just hold her for a minute and ignore all the strife between them.

He swallows down the urge and rubs his hands together with awkward restlessness. “I’ve been looking for you. I went to Berk.” She doesn’t reply, so he rambles on. “I saw your mom. She wanted to kill me. Obviously. I guess you probably want to kill me too, a little bit.”

Please laugh, he thinks, but her stony frown doesn’t so much as crack.

Hiccup pinches the bridge of his nose. “Look. I know you’re mad. You have every right to be.” Sighing, he glances up and begins pacing back and forth, attempting to explain. “I’ve been thinking a lot, about how we feel for each other-- felt-- no, feel-- and I always thought that you’d be the one to just bolt the first chance you got. So-- so I pushed you away. And then, the last time I was here, I was already on edge about what I wanted, and then when I heard the news, I just panicked. I couldn’t even think, I was just thinking about all the mistakes we made--”

“We made a mistake?” It’s the first thing she hisses, and her voice is so cold and quiet that it nearly makes him flinch.

“No!” he blurts. He holds his palms out in defense. “Well, yes, but no, not like that. That’s not what I meant. I’m just saying, things happened that shouldn’t have happened. We said things we shouldn’t have said. All I’ve ever tried to do was get away from Berk, and it was like it was just-- just pulling me back in, no matter what I did.” It was more difficult to speak with her staring, so he looked anywhere but at her. “It was you, and my parents, and Snotlout, and I thought it’d just be better for everyone involved if I just disappeared. If you could go back to Berk, and I’d go my own way, and we’d never have to see each other again. I mean, that’s all you talked about is getting away, so when everything was just out of control, it just…”

Slowing to a stop, he holds his arms up, resigned, and then lets them fall. “It just seemed like the right thing to do.”

Astrid’s eyes are unyielding and painfully blue as they search his face. After a long moment, she takes a step forward, and then a couple more. Until she’s standing just close enough to touch. His hand starts to reach for her, but then he thinks better of it and waits.

For a while, she looks up at him, sturdy and silent. And then she narrows her gaze, shakes her head, and says, “You should’ve stayed gone.”

“I can’t say I’m surprised.” Valka hands him a mug of mead as he picks at his scorched fish and glowers at the fire. “She’s been like this since you left. Quiet. Hard.”

“I told her it was a mistake,” he mutters, feeling a bone prick his finger and hardly noticing. “I know I shouldn’t have done it. I was wrong.” Toothless is sprawled on his back, soaking up the warmth of the fire and happily expressing the pets and rubs Valka tickles along his chest. Hiccup envies his good mood.

“You know her well enough,” his mother sighs. “Loyalty is important to her. And she doesn’t trust easily. It’s probably why you get along so well.”

“Get along,” he echoes flatly, giving her an unamused glance. “You call this getting along?”

“She’s just like a wild dragon, Hiccup!” Smiling, Valka holds her hands out, as if making some obvious point. “Think of it-- she’s hurt and alone and scared. It’s her nature to lash out, you know that. She’s tangled up in what feels like a trap, and you have to calm her down and show her you can be trusted before she’ll let you help her.”

He hates to admit it, but she has a point. It only helps his bruised heart a little bit to think of Astrid as a dangerous creature that’s been cornered. She won’t attack unless startled, won’t bite unless he gets too close. She’s like Toothless before their friendship was formed. How had he won him over, again?

“I just feel ridiculous. I tried to explain it to her, but I could just tell that she wasn’t getting it.” He tosses the uneaten half of his fish to his dragon, who snaps it up with pleasure, and takes a swig from his mug. “She made it very clear that she doesn’t want me here.”

“You can’t run. You’ll just prove her--”

“No, no more running.” Hiccup wipes a fishy hand on his pants. “I’m here. I’m staying here.” After a moment of rubbing the rim of his mug with his thumb, he looks away with uneasy embarrassment. “You’re sure she’s pregnant, right?”

With a nod, Valka leans back against the cave wall across from him. “I knew it before she did. When you’ve had a babe before, you know the signs. You can tell.” She pauses. “Do you have some reason to think she’d lie?”

“Of course not!” He recoils at the mere thought of such an accusation. “She’s just-- I don’t know-- she doesn’t look or act like it.”

Though he expects her to scoff or snort at that, she doesn’t. His mother just peers curiously at him. “Would you still stay if she wasn’t?”

He purses his lips. “I… I think so.” After the panic of thinking he’d lost her forever, he realized that he wanted nothing more than to have her with him-- for good. “I wish we could go back to the cave off of Bulg. Things were good there, easier.”

Valka laughs, surprising him. “Easier? That’s not the way you made it sound when you first brought her here.” Chuckling, she makes a broad gesture around the room. “You two both swore up and down that you hated each other, that you were miserable, and that you did nothing but fight.”

“We did!” he allows. “At first. You know how stubborn she is--”

“And how thick-skulled you can be?” She raises a teasing brow at him.

Hiccup rolls his eyes. “Yes.” Setting down his mug, he smooths his hand over the tip of Toothless’ tail. “At first it was like living with a Screaming Death. Just screeching and arguing all the time. But… after a while…” He thinks about the piles of books and clothes and maps neatly organized around the cavern. The smell of her in his furs in the mornings. The conversations she’d have with the dragons under her breath, when she thought he wasn’t listening. “After a while, I guess it just stopped being so bad.”

When he looks over at his mom, she has her mouth twisted in what looks like a smile that she wants to hold back. Amusement glints in her fire-lit eyes. “You adjusted. You started listening to each other. You fell for one another.”

It’s his first time acknowledging it out loud. “I guess we did.”

Her expression takes on a tinge of sadness. “Give it time, Hiccup. She’ll adjust again. She’ll listen eventually.”

“You think she’ll fall for me again after everything that’s happened?” He’s not even sure that’s what he wants just yet. He’s still trying to navigate and label his own feelings. But he wants back what he got in the way of them having. Trust. Comfort. A relationship.

Valka hums thoughtfully. “I think she’ll believe you’ll stay if you prove you can.”

He snorts. “That’s cryptic.”

With a laugh, his mother stands and begins to put away the dishes. “It’s time to be a little patient, dear. We’re all in for a rough few months.”

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Dragon Treasure Chapter: 3

Summary:  Hiccup is just a little seven year old boy running away from his father’s disappointment and meets a new friend hiding in the woods. Stoick is about to learn that one man’s burden is another man’s treasure. 

 Stoick waved at his friend as he left before he shut the door for the night. He was exhausted not just from the day but life in general. He wondered what had happened to the young Viking so full of life that he once was when he first became chief, married the woman of his dreams, and witnessed the birth of his son. He smiled as he thought back to that day. He had been terrified as they placed the tiny bundle in his arms but when his baby visibly relaxed at the sound of Stoick's voice, the young chief was in love with the tiny life he held in his hands.

'Oh Hiccup, what am I to do with ya lad?' he thought as guilt consumed him from earlier that night.

With a heavy sigh Stoick made his way up the small staircase to where his son slept. When he entered the room, the chief thought his heart had stopped when his eyes locked in on the empty bed and the open window.

"Hiccup," he said out loud hoping that his son would jump out from behind the door, but all that answered him was silence.

He didn't think twice as he bolted down the stairs and ripped open the door. He ran as fast as his legs could carry him through the rain to the main hall where he knew his friend would be.

"GOBBER!" he cried as he swung the doors open surprising everyone in the hall.

The man in question stood up in shock with his drink in his hand and quickly approached his panicking friend.

"Stoick, what is it? Gods man yer actually shaking," Gobber asked.

Never in their twenty years as friends and brothers in battle had he ever seen Stoick the Vast ever look as disturbed as he was now.

"Gobber, its Hiccup. He's disappeared…I have not even a clue where to look and…Oh gods what if he heard us talking," the chief ranted not even caring that his people were seeing him at his weakest.

"What is going on here?" Spitelout said running up to the pair concerned at seeing his older brother in despair.

"It seems Hiccup has disappeared. Its storming something fierce out there and we haven't any idea which way the lad would have gone," Gobber explained as he tried to calm his friend as well.

The room was silent. All the Vikings started looking at one another wondering what they should say to the man. It was Spitelout who was brave enough to step forward and say what they were all thinking.

"Stoick, perhaps this is a blessing in disguise. We could all see how upset you were with the lad and maybe this is the gods telling ya that being a Viking was not his fate," the man explained.

"THE GODS BE DAMNED THEN, HE IS MY SON. IF ANYONE TAKES HICCUP FROM ME IT WILL BE OVER MY DEAD BODY! I WILL FIND HIM WITH OR WITHOUT YOUR HELP," he roared at his little brother who only smiled back.

"If it were my boys, I'd be saying the same thing," Spitelout said before turning to the crowd.

"Alright ya drunks, sober up! We need a search party so wake up the village," Stoick's second in command demanded.

"Thankyou brother," the chief said gratefully to Spitelout squeezing his shoulder.

"I am always with you Stoick," he replied.

The crowd that grew was an impressive size standing out in the rain waiting for Stoick's orders. The people of the village were extremely loyal to their chief and knew that if it were any one of them or their children he would be the first to organize the search party. Stoick separated them into four groups so that he had people searching the forest in every direction and left one small group of older children to search the village itself just in case.

The people of Berk searched through the night long after the rain had stopped and the sun had risen into the sky. Stoick, Gobber and Spitelout were all calling out the boy's name and leaving no stone unturned when they came across a cove.

As they got closer they noticed how deep it was. Hiccup would have had a hard time climbing down it in good weather, never mind in a storm. Not to take a chance that he didn't fall in, the three men climbed down to get a better look and continued calling out for Hiccup.

The chief walked around combing the area in search of the little boy as his heart sank more and more. He breathed in deeply as he felt tears sting his eyes as he continued his search at the thought of never seeing his son again.

'Hiccup please don't disappear. Tell me you're nearby' Stoick thought to himself as he rubbed at his eyes when he heard his friend call over to him.

"What is it Gobber?" he asked as he jogged over to him and his brother.

Gobber held a finger up to his lips with a deadly serious expression on his face and pointed towards a cave. The chief's eyes widened in fear at the sight of the fearsome Night Fury from legend but what scared him more than being seen by the creature was seeing his tiny son unconscious in the beast's grasp.

"HICCUP!" he cried in concern and tried to run at the cave to behead the beast that dare lay a paw on his child.

"Stoick stop!" Gobber cried as he held back his friend.

"You dare keep me from my son," Stoick hissed at his friend.

"I keep ya from gettin’ him killed Stoick," Gobber replied.

Stoick looked between his friend and the spot where Hiccup lay unmoving wanting nothing more than destroy the dragon.

"What are ya talking about Gobber?" he asked slightly calmer.

"Do ya remember the tales of dragons being possessive creatures and ferociously protective with their treasures? Well in those tales it was rare but not unlikely for a dragon to possess a human as one if it felt it was pure of heart," Gobber explained.

"Are ya telling me that…that the beast thinks my son belongs to him?" the chief asked feeling the anger rise in him again.

"Look at him Stoick, Hiccup is completely unharmed right now. That dragon thinks he's protecting him from us," the man said trying to speak logic to his friend.

Time seemed to stop for a moment as everyone including the dragon remained silent as they listened to the little boy in question begin to move around before his tiny head popped up. The boy looked surprised as his eyes locked onto his father's.

"Dad?" he said.

"I'm here son, are you alright?" he called to his child.

He was relieved when he saw the child nod back in response but now he was at a loss of what to do about the situation they were in. He knew the tales of dragon treasure well. He knew that if a dragon felt the treasure was in a position where it could not be protected by it, the dragon would actually destroy the treasure itself to prevent anyone else from having it.

"What do we do?" Spitelout asked his brother completely lost on how to approach the situation.

…

Toothless had been watching the men intently since he noticed their and arrival. He felt disappointment in himself for not noticing them sooner as he stared them down with a menacing expression. He was not taking the chance that these humans were not part of his hatchlings tribe out searching for him.

'If they so much as touch a hair on his head I'll rip out their still beating hearts' he swore to himself.

The dragon felt his heart clench when he felt the boy moving beneath him, a sign that soon he would wake from his slumber.

'Please little one, don't wake up yet' he pleaded to Hiccup hoping to resolve this before they noticed the child.

Hiccup did not hear his pleas and slowly opened his big green eyes. When he saw the dragon growling at something in the distance, Hiccup looked over at the humans in surprise.

"Dad?" he said out loud.

'Dad? Dad means caretaker. Does that mean my human is leaving already?' Toothless thought sadly as he watched the different expressions dance across the child's face.

The dragon could his heart aching. He began bracing himself for the inevitable goodbye in which we would have to watch Hiccup leave him and run to his parent.

"What are you doing here?" Hiccup asked his father sadly pushing himself closer into the dragon's warm chest.

'That I wasn't expecting' The Night Fury thought surprised.

"What do you mean what am I doing here? I go to check on ya and your room is empty. I have no clue where you are, I have the whole tribe looking for ya, I'm losing my mind and I find you kidnapped by a dragon. Why do you think I'm here?" the large Viking demanded.

'Excuse me? First, dragons don't kidnap they hunt. Second, if they were going to kidnap someone they sure as hel weren't going to do it in the middle of a storm thank you very much.' Toothless growled as he gave the man an annoyed look for his ridiculous statement.

As Toothless inwardly scolded the man on his lack of dragon knowledge he noticed that his little friend had suddenly become quiet, as if scared to answer the man.

"I heard you," Hiccup mumbled.

"What?" the chief replied confused.

"Last night, I heard what you said to Gobber," the child explained with a sad expression as his eyes locked onto his father's shocked ones.

"Hicc-"

"NO!" Hiccup cried as tears suddenly filled his eyes.

"You said I humiliated you…y-you said I'd never be the Viking you wanted me to be…"

"Son, I didn-"

"The worst part was that you said I was useless…you said you only loved me because you had to," Hiccup managed to get out through his tears.

Toothless had heard enough. From the moment the boy started naming off what the man had said about him his claws were digging into the soil to stop him from clawing the man's face.

'Stupid human, how dare you say such things to my hatchling and make him feel inadequate' the Night Fury growled at the man.

The Viking man may not understand the language of the dragons but he would feel the wrath of one.

"Hiccup please I was-"

"RRRROOOOAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRR" Toothless cried silencing everyone in the cove.

He was now completely on all four of his paws, standing defensively over the wide-eyed boy and glaring dangerously at the man.

"Brother, I think its best we step back," Spitelout said putting his hand on his brother's chest to push him back with him.

'Yes human. Step back, step very far back' the dragon hissed.

"I'm not leaving here without Hiccup," he hissed back in reply.

He heard the dragon roar again behind him. When he looked at it, the beast had its wings expanded out with a look to kill written on his face making him look as menacing as possible.

"Listen to me Stoick, that dragon isn't giving us a choice. Right now, you've pissed it off plenty enough to be capable of anything so back off," Gobber said as he forced Stoick back.

The Viking chief found himself in a situation where for the first time as chief he had no idea how to fix the problem. What disturbed him more was the person he wronged most was the same small person he wanted to protect the most and he didn't know how to make it right. For now, he would have to trust in his enemy of all things to watch out for his child while he earned his love back without insulting his pride.

'Screw pride' Stoick thought to himself as he looked over to his son's tearstained face.

"Hiccup," he called to the boy.

"W-what?" the boy replied between sobs.

"I'm coming back for you son. I know you're angry and upset with me and ya have the right, but I swear on my honor Hiccup I'll earn back your faith in me," Stoick swore trying not to let his voice break.

'We'll see how good your honor is human' Toothless thought doubtfully.

"Hiccup," Stoick called his son's name once more when he didn't reply to him.

"Ya Dad," a tiny voice responded.

"I love ya son," he said catching the humans off guard.

In all their time that they knew Stoick the Vast, his pride would never let him declare such things where others could hear him. The chief's face showed his fear that this was the wrong decision until heard it.

"Love you to Dad."

Yes, maybe even for someone who had sinned as greatly as Stoick the Vast had could be given a second chance to redeem themselves. At least that's what the Viking chief was telling himself and he would have hope as long as he still had a place in Hiccup's heart.

[yv-sketches]

Season 6 blind reactions

Yas Ruff and Tuff are not buying Johann’s story

Ruff and Tuff are smarter than Hiccup YAY

Oh never mind now they mistrust eachother

“Johann you are full of surprises”

How many knives does Johann have?

“You think he talks a lot, try spending a day with me.” True lol

Stoick shot some singetails and Hiccup was ok with that?

Why is Hiccup so commanding, he’s been on the island for like an hour and he’s already commanding the wingmaidens ON THEIR OWN ISLAND

Snotlout’s motivational speech worked. Good.

Krogan’s singetail actually caught him why would it do that?

Fishlegs’s ancestors were dragon killers. Dude, everyone was a dragon killer before Hiccup met Toothless.

“When are you going to learn that nobody listens to YOU”

Ooh the twins have scratches

The twins’ birthday!!!

I love how much the Twins care about each other

The little chicks from Chicken are walking an excersise course. How cute

Changewing skin works as an invisibility cloak

DAGUR AND MALA ARE GETTING MARRIED WHAT

Sleuther is so done

Hiccup you used to be such a romantic what happened

Why are the flyers still with Krogan if he doesn’t care wheter they live or die?

“Have you lost your collective mind”

A flyer shot a fellow flyer and he said sorry. I love that detail.

Hiccup you idiot why did you throw away a lens

“We shall name him Wingnut”

Tuffnut is singing, he should become a wingmaiden

Hiccup is giving Ruff flying lessons! I love the music here.

No really, Tuff should become a wingmaiden

“I sure hope Wingnut likes Chicken”

How many lenses are there? Hiccup has three, krogan has one, Gruff has one, the wingmaidens had one and now Viggo is looking for one in a cave

Toothless is the cutest

Hiccup and Viggo swordfighting! Do you know how badly I wanted this?

I can’t believe Hiccup got his HTTYD2 inferno design from Viggo

Toothless just ate that fish?

Damn Viggo you sure know how to strike a bargain. (On a second note I knew there was sonething fishy about that fish)

Viggo knows the hand thing too?

Betrayal on betrayal on betrayal wow

Viggo is dying what

It’s a distress signal Johann

Maces and talons symbolism yesss

But this episode messes up my Maces and talons analysis lol

And what happened to the skrill?

Tiffnut said meathead! Book reference oi oi oi

“End of story, way to go Hiccup”

Astrid is actually reading Snotlout’s book

The travel guide was destroyed right?

The A team to the rescue!

Spitelout no

Don’t worry Hiccup. Your dad won’t die yet and when he does you will be there.

I love what-if scenarios

“You know I’ll never regret shooting you down bud”

A golden axe as bethrotal gift? Hiccup in his old clothes? An alternate reality where the two meet at a later point in time? Toothless with two tail fins. Toothless’s enemy? Hiccup with two legs?

Aaaand everything ends up the same.

Soo the sentinels are dead?

For a moment I thought Hiccup had chopped off the flyer’s hand

Even the dragon flyer calls Hiccup boss

Another dragoneye lens? Someone please make a list of all of them.

Was that flyer eaten alive?

So there are 10 lenses and Hiccup and Krogan have five each?

Those shots of the lenses were pretty beautiful

Hiccup wants to ditch Spitelout

They finally have Krogan surrounded. Shoot him for Thor’s sake.

Another Thorston cousin

The wingmaidens should have brought their spears

That axe high five between Heather and Dagur though

“We’re gonna need a bigger cage” yeah you do Johann

Spitelout is finally happy for Snotlout

Finally, Hiccup vs Johann and Krogan

Whoa Johann punched Hiccup in his face

Hiccup you are stronger than you look

So the bewilderbeast killed Johann but not Hiccup? How did it do that?

THORNADO THORNADO THORNADO

Krogan’s singetail is finally free!

Toothless saves the day!

Wait the wingmaidens know Valka? The bewilderbeast will grow up to be the good king oh my goodness

Ending narration, everyone is going back to berk, Snotlout has his S, everything is fine.