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oncewhenalongtimeago · 11 months ago

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Hi hi!! How are you?

I was wondering if you have any continuation for The jealous one (or other), otherwise no problem!

Have a nice day <3

The Jealous One pt 3

Pairing: Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III x Fem!Reader

Words: 3,492

Hiccup tries to catch your attention. You remain stubbornly obtuse and subtly obstinate.

Tags: fem!reader, silly, ambiguous timeline, Snotlout Jorgenson, Ruffnut and Tuffnut Thorston, suggestive content, Jealous!Hiccup, Post RoB/DoB, Pre-RTTE

“Hello,” You managed, as you squeezed between two large, metal-breasted women.

You were barely able to hold back the urge to break out into a jolly skip, remembering with glee the look on Phlegma’s face when she’d been greeted with a hall half full of greenish sheep.

You had plans and people waiting for you, though nothing could ever be important enough to keep you from enjoying the smell of fresh air and rainy weather. Currently, the village had just broken free of a drizzle, the clouds parting in order to welcome through soft sunlight which danced, tingling across the skin of your face.

“Good morning,” You wished with cheer as you passed by Burthair, who balked as you curled your lips upwards. Your apparent reputation as sullen, timid, and alone did you wonders so it must have been an awful shock to see you so bright and chipper.

You tapped your toes against the stone foundation marking the beginning of the forge hoping to knock off any loose, dry mud before you tracked it inside, though you were sure it was for naught. There was already a steady line of dirt leading into the forge made up of large, round dragon prints, bookmarks and small rounded crescents you were certain belonged to Gobber’s peg.

“Hello,” You called at a hunched back, connected to a body which was standing before one of the long benches set around the area, one of his arms extended to scribble something down on a piece of parchment while he scanned a book, keeping track of the lines with his right hand.

A lanky set of shoulders startled before Hiccup, the one and only, set his stick down with a level of finality, shoulders falling as he turned, red undershirt crumpled and covered in smudges. His face was also smudged, and you would have had the mind to worry about the state of his book if you had the care and weren’t in such a hurry.

“Hey,” Hiccup said, turning around and running a hand through his hair, leaving dark streaks behind as he did it. You knew how incredibly dirty his pillow was because of it.

You grinned lopsidedly, wondering how much brighter his hair would be if he’d washed it more often.

He seemed startled to see you smile so bright, a hesitant smile of his own jumping across his mouth. The light from the open window and the side of the forge hit his face pleasantly, lighting the freshly defined shape of his jaw and the high bone of his cheek. It looked soft.

Your ears pinked. You weren’t sure you’d felt this great since you were kids. Or at least since you were fifteen. It wasn’t often that you saw him without his leather anymore. You admired him without it, skinny frame and all.

You shook that thought away, walking in further, circling to face him as he moved throughout the open room.

“You had a long night?” You asked as you eyed the tired tilt to Hiccup’s eyes and the exhaustive bruising underneath, “I’m sorry I wasn’t here to keep you company.”

Hiccup shut his eyes, furrowing his brow and shaking his head as he looked away, “It’s alright.”

You shrugged your shoulders as if you were feeling them out, trying to dispel some of the nervous energy locked in your nonexistent, but growing, still, of course, muscles.

“So…?” Hiccup began.

“So?” You asked, before realizing, lips quirking into an awful, dopey approximation of a grin. Right. And you had to be quick.

“Snot used up all his Zippleback Gas capsules,” You said, finally. When in doubt, blame Snotlout. He was running low too, of course. Because you’d stolen a few.

You hoped he hadn’t noticed.

“Really?” Hiccup rubbed his hands off on a rag, wiping away dark ash and oil.

You brushed aside all thoughts of Snotlout to ogle at Hiccup again, wondering what it would be like to press your lips to his, chapped and scratched from all his time up in the air. What all that smoke, wind and metal would taste like mixed with spit.

It was very indulgent. You were sure you’d given up on things like that a long time ago, between conversations about Astrid, girlfriends and shooting down dragons, though some fluttery nasty feeling in your stomach reared its head. You were absolutely sure there must have been something in the air to have your face heating up the way it did, and so you were determined not to stew on it as you had for so many nights before.

Hiccup hesitated, stuck in the space between words, brows furrowed as he stared you in the eyes. It was still, quiet for a moment before he spoke again, “I’ll get you some more.”

He opened his mouth again, then shut it, holding back and looking a little guilty for it.

You sighed, fingers twitching.

Hiccup looked down, nodding, leaning against the forge window, “So, are you free…?”

“Ah, no,” Your shoulders stiffened, already partially turned away as you began to take a few steps backwards. You were a bit surprised that he had asked, certain that he wouldn’t have missed your absence the past couple of days.

He seemed kind of bummed at that, and maybe a little confused, the corner of his mouth tilting wide, brows quirked as he turned back towards his desk.

“I have to go,” You said awkwardly, grimacing and rubbing the back of your neck, as you began to back out. You had someone waiting for you, after all.

“Yeah, sure, but-! Will you be-” Hiccup turned back around quickly “-free, soon? Wait-!”

“-Unless you’re trying to light it up with Zippleback gas, in which case- Fishlegs just published a study on that, see, it says that, on page thirty-four-” You gestured with your arms, standing in front the rest of your gang, slumped over a large set of crates in the fields.

“Gods, just shut up,” Snotlout groaned as you spent their attention enthusiastically.

Still somehow you got dragged into another chore with the Jorgenson. You were certain now that everyone thought you to be two of a kind, especially as you began to hang out more and more, which left you slightly unsettled but joyful yet still.

You had run into the twins along the way, but Tuffnut had been long since gone, and Ruffnut’s had followed soon after, though she had the mind when she was there to nod along occasionally and drop a snipe even as her eyes drifted, so as to at least give the impression that she was paying any sort of attention. Maybe that was why Fishlegs liked her so much.

You were just simply on a break between tasks as you waited for Johannes to get back to you with a list of things he needed doing. He’d even offered coins this time, which kept you from running off with Hookfang.

Snotlout was incapable of handling himself during any sort of long conversation or lecture, period. You didn’t mind, however; you were just eager for the opportunity to talk someone’s ear off, and you found that you didn’t feel bad for him at all.

Valhalla knew it had been a while.

“No,” You said, “Anyways, since- Have you taken a look at Bork’s notes recently? Honestly, even though they were edited, so they’re not reliable, of course, I still think the bit on N-...”

You trailed off in your quest to remind Snotlout why it had taken you so long to become friends in the first place as you felt a tap on your shoulder. You jumped, for a moment, turning to meet Hiccup in the eye.

“Anyways, I’ll tell you more about it tomorrow, but- Uh-hm… What was I going to say..?”

You wrinkled your nose as you turned, a bit disappointed to have been interrupted. The two of you hadn’t talked in a while so you were certain that whatever was coming next wouldn’t be so good.

“Can I go now?” You waved Snotlout off as he complained.

“I-” Hiccup started twitchily, before continuing on, “Are you free?”

“Not- not right now,” Hiccup shuffled nervously, at your look, before trying again, “But I’ll be free before the sun’s half down, if you have the time. Though I still have to-”

Snotlout seemed generally uninterested in what you were doing, head on his fist as his head bobbed, struggling not to fall back asleep.

“Damn,” You grumbled under your breath as you watched his shoulders slump then start as he blinked back to wakefulness.

Hiccup glared at Snotlout moodily, looking like one of Johannes’ sad hunting dogs.

You squinted at him, “Are you sure?”

“Yeah. I’m sure,” Hiccup said, scuffing his foot into the dirt as he began to shuffle away, “I’ll meet you later? By the Great Hall?”

You shrugged, “Maybe.”

You watched blankly as Hiccup disappeared around the bend and unsurely made your way back to Snotlout.

“Who took a dump in his boot?” Snotlout griped.

You didn’t deign him with an answer. You weren’t sure how.

You quickly stumbled up the steps to the Great Hall, boots half filled with dirt and a hefty stick lodged down the back of your shirt.

You had lost track of time quickly, easily falling into quick banter and working hard at the promise of coins to spend down at the docks. When you had finally finished and Johannes had finally had the mind to let you leave without any hassle, the sky had already begun to darken and you had realized with a start that you were very, very late.

The sky now was past dark, going from orange to blue and black as you finally made your way up to the top before you were able to bend over and heave, breaths coming quick and heavy as you finished your sprint across the island.

When you finally had enough air to stand back up, you looked around, eyes scanning across half dead half alive grass, listening to the squeaking and chirping of bugs as they came out to explore the night.

“Huh,” You said finally, after a moment. It was empty. You were all too familiar with Hiccup’s penchant for getting dragged away by some task or other, a quest from his father or a want of Gothi or Gobber’s.

Still, an amount of disappointment in yourself and the circumstance, as well as a small curl of guilt made itself known in your chest. You knew how it felt to be left waiting.

Against all odds, you tried not to let it consume you, though, sure that Hiccup had probably forgotten about it all anyways.

It had been a few days since you’d run up to an empty hall and you had hardly seen Hiccup around at all. If you didn’t know any better, you were sure you would have believed him to be avoiding you.

You were sure you would see him around soon, though you couldn’t help but to worry.

As such, you became quickly aware of a shadow fastly approaching from your left, as it grew bigger and hovered above you momentarily before continuing forwards, heavy wingbeats blowing against your hair.

When a quick glance back refused to bear any fruit, you turned your attention back to the bundle of Dragon Nip in your hand, dried and held together by a string which you hung above Snotlout as he shouted and grabbed for it.

You were kneeled over the large stone wall at the base of the hill on the way up the Chief’s hut, one hand clutching the wall as you bounced and dangled the string.

The usual Dragon Nip spots had been harvested to dirt, and Snotlout was too busy doing whatever he did on his lonesome to even search for seeds, not before it was too late.

“Hey!” Snotlout scowled as you stuck your tongue down at him, smiling benignly. You quite enjoyed looking down on him from above.

You had low stamina but, as you found, with how lazy he had been getting flying everywhere on Hookfang, it was enough for you to just barely run circles around him.

“Hey, Hooks! Give me a hand!”

Said dragon grumbled, laying behind him, head on his clawed wings, resting in the sun like a lazy, fat cat.

His eyes were closed, though occasionally he’d snort amusedly and flick his tail, paying vague attention. His gaze might have been just as raptly kept on the grass if you hadn’t raked your hands just under his jaw earlier, dropping a few blades into his open maw, Snotlout none the wiser. So, at the moment, it seemed as if he was just pleasantly out of it, taking in the cool morning breeze.

You heard a thump before the familiar gurgle of Toothless, as he landed just behind Snotlout, stepping and hopping lightly as he landed.

It was not soon after that that Hiccup dismounted, swinging his leg off Toothless and stumbling to his feet.

“Hiccup?” You asked, just as Snotlout let out his own annoyed exclamation.

“Urgh. Watch where you’re going!”

“Hey,” Hiccup said nasally, rubbing sticks and twigs out of his hair, before grumpily greeting Snotlout.

“Cool it, twinkle toes,” Snotlout didn’t fail to notice the bite in his tone, smearing and snarking back, “What do you want?

Hiccup glowered at him sourly.

You held back a laugh as you began your climb down the side of the top of the stone wall, Dragon Nip bundle still in hand.

You jerked back as a branch from one of the bushes to your side caught on the side of your tunic and scowled to yourself, putting the Nip under your armpit as you fumbled with the branch, trying your hardest to undo it.

“Fishlegs is on his way over,” Hiccup mumbled under his breath irascibly, as you trotted up to them.

Once free, you walked forward, noticing with glee how quickly Snotlout had turned his attention away from you, who was trying to move as quietly as possible.

“I didn’t catch that. Do you mind repeating it?” Snotlout jabbed smugly.

“Fishlegs is on his way over!” You shouted loudly, laughing again as he jumped away, hands over his ears, no doubt nursing sore drums before turning his scowl onto you.

You turned towards Hiccup. He looked, in part, ruffled, eyes wide, lips quirked downwards though you found him no less charming and no less saddening as you did before, especially, as you were suddenly reminded, after you had left him waiting at the Great hall.

You slumped slightly, brows cinching and lips turning down, about to mumble a sullen apology for the other day before you felt a heavy weight crash into your side.

Perhaps realizing you were now at his level, once you were turned away, Snotlout began to scramble for you.

You yelped as he grabbed for the bundle of Nip, shouting nonsensically and running around Hiccup, keeping close to his back and using him as a human shield.

“Give it to me!” Snotlout shouted, “You don’t even have a dragon!”

Hiccup stared at the two of you, brows furrowed disconcertingly the whole time, head swiveling in an effort to keep up, arms up in an effort to keep balance, nearly tripping over his own feet.

“No!” You scoffed, shouting back wheezily, knowing very well that if you didn’t give any to him, he’d have nothing for Hookfang for a good long while, “You snooze you lose.”

You startled as he feinted to Hiccup’s left, moving to his right. You ran the opposite direction, the two of you running circles around Hiccup.

“So what-” Hiccup panted, trying to keep up with you, who was already working up a sweat, trying to carry a bit-too-large basin in you arms, “What’s been going on between you and Snotlout?”

“What?” You shouted back, feet moving a bit too hurriedly for the load you kept wrapped in your arms.

Your eyes trained on the top of the hill as it grew nearer, legs working furiously to meet your goal.

“You and- Snotlout-?”Hiccup asked, prosthetic giving him slight trouble as you stumble-ran across a large incline, little red with plants, grass, rocks, roots and budding bushes on the other side of the large bridge leading out from the village.

“What?” You asked back distractedly, again, “I can’t hear-Whatever you’re asking, the answer is probably ‘no!’”

“Really? Because I really, really-”

You blocked him out slightly, though not on purpose, the effort you were already expending on working your legs and on keeping a bare grip on the smooth wood basin with sweaty palms making it difficult to pay attention.

You weren’t sure when Hiccup began tagging along, probably once you bridged the gap between the forest and, well, bridge. In all fairness, you were a bit too preoccupied to be sure.

You took a moment’s rest as you finally reached the top, surface plateauing and settling into a flat, open-ish only barely tree-ed plain. You walked past a set of trees into the grass, stopping by a shallow ditch filled with plants and bordered by roots.

Then, with a pitiful whine, you realized that you’d come the wrong way.

You heard there was a new outcropping of Dragon Nip on the other side of the island. You needed to get there before anyone else could harvest the spot dry, and before Snotlout could hear anything of it, so you rushed immediately to compensate. You hurried it up tenfold after the twins began putting in their own requests. So it wasn’t just you and Hookfang on the line.

You should have just told them to stick it. You grit your teeth with the realization, set now in your motivation to grab everything and not give them a bit. You’d sell it instead.

You turned, then, from the middle of the clearing, the head of your foot caught on a rock, causing you to stumble forward, into Hiccup.

“Son of a-”

The two of you grappled with the basin and with each other in an effort not to tumble, which ultimately ended in you losing your grip on it, sore and strained fingers twitching erratically as blood once again rushed through them.

You tried to go after the basin as he grasped your arm in a panic in an effort to keep steady, causing the two of you to fall, made all the worse by the subtle dip in the earth.

You hit your elbow as you fell, the world blurry and confusing until you came to a quick and dizzying stop, as if you’d been flipped.

It was a struggle, but you landed forwards, with your hands on both sides of Hiccup’s head.

Sun filtered through the leaves, light landing gently on his face, framing one cheekbone and the other eye, lightly caressing the sides of your face, covering you like a soft, thin, weighted blanket.

In the short moment you took to glance down at him, he was mid-blink. His brows were up high, and the set of his mouth and jaw were lax.

He looked stunned, most probably because of the weighty pressure of your torso against his gut and one knee pressed between his, the other on the outside of him, though you didn’t have much to take notice or to marvel, which was in part by design.

Why would you, when you knew for sure that this boy was one who wouldn’t marvel back?

Moments passed by in a hurry, a rush that should not have allowed you to even register a moment. The kind of rush of experiences and memories made to meshed and flow like a stone tumbling along a river, ephemeral and summed up by the emotions you felt in that exact instant.

Of course, you realized that had you slowed down you might have imagined a world where this would have seemed, to you, to be a magical moment. Perhaps there was something special about it, though you didn’t have much of a mind to care for anything besides the nip and the awful soft -but brief- look in the eyes of the boy below you. It really was quite the beautiful day out.

“Come on, come on,” You startled, pushing off the ground and rolling over him, ignoring his soft grunt, rushing and scrambling for a hold against the hill, grabbing for grass as you scrambled out of the ditch, running after your basin as it cracked against stone and rolled all the way down the hill and back towards the cliffs.

As you ran off, half rolling again down the hill back into the forest, you left Hiccup, turned over on his side with furrowed brows.

He pulled his hand, reaching to grab after you, back towards his middle, confused and startled tilt to his lips as he watched you go.

#how to train your dragon #httyd #x reader #fanfiction #hiccup haddock #hiccup x reader #httyd imagine #toothless #fem reader #female reader #snotlout jorgenson #ruffnut thorston #tuffnut thorston

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eemoo1o-tfrmoo · 1 year ago

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Random HTTYD Headcanons

Someone once tied together the Boneknapper and Death Song, saying that the former would hang around the game sites of the latter and then collect the bones and I agree with that so much. I’d love to re-find that post so I can credit the blog responsible because they are so, so real for this! I had to mention it because it’s such an under-appreciated take. (ETA: I found the original post here, by @dragonjadearts — thank you for this headcanon I think about it all the time.)

Changewings started to put their eggs in trees to deter Cavern Crashers from eating them.

Red Changewings are the ones that inhabit Changewing Island. Green Changewings are from further south.

Male Thunderdrums are actually the primary caretakers of young Thunderdrums. Both parents will look after and protect the eggs until they hatch but after they do the mother often leaves.

Additionally, Thunderdrums will also transport their eggs and/or hatchlings in their mouth.

Thornado and Skullcrusher have actually met. Thornado had gone out when Bing, Bang, and Boom were asleep and visited Berk, hoping to meet up with Stoick alone only to find another dragon by his chair. The encounter was awkward at first for all three parties, with Stoick trying to break the ice, but once the two dragons recognised what they had in common, they became very friendly and respecting of one another.

The Rumblehorn naturally hunts boars as its primary food source. As opposed to fishing for saltwater fish like other dragons, they also fish for freshwater fish like salmon.

Like the Submaripper and Shellfire, and the Skrill and Singetail, the Rumblehorn and Catastrophic Quaken are naturally opposing species.

Dark Deep was originally the home of the Catastrophic Quaken, not the Gronckle. Due to the sheer number of invading Gronckles, the Quaken was then mostly pushed out.

Gronckles are like the rabbits of the dragon world. They can reproduce from a young age and very often and with high egg counts.

Dragons like the Razorwhip, Timberjack, and Typhoomerang have shorter lifespans in comparison to other species.

Barb-shooting dragons grow their spikes like hair/teeth. The spines that are shot out out are ones that are knocked loose by new roots.

The more distinguishable the colours of each head, the older a Zippleback is.

Zipplebacks evolved from a mutation caused by inefficient embryo separation which means most if not all members of the species distantly share the same common ancestor.

Whip & Lash, Bucket and Mulch’s dragon, is actually female.

Bucket is related to the Thorstons.

The twins removed the S from the alphabet in Reign of Fireworms to annoy Snotlout.

The riders have contemplated who is most likely to turn into a Mildew-type, and most of them have come to the agreement that it would be Tuffnut. Chicken is his Fungus.

Mildew actually has a soft spot for Flystorm. Away from the knowing gazes of others he indulges in petting him and giving him fish, muttering “That’s nice,” as he would with Fungus.

Spitelout treats Kingstail better than anyone ever. As such all of his past methodology surrounding dragons is now in vain, and very hypocritical. (That sword analogy? How dare you compare ol’ Kingstail to that, boyo?)

Fishlegs is actually an only child (he’s always stricken me as one and it boggles me if he isn’t). Those kids he teaches in the Gronckle Scouts are actually his younger cousins. They call him ‘uncle’ due to him babysitting a lot and the difference in their ages. Fishlegs has a lot of cousins.

Fishlegs’ mother, Termagant, owns a Snaptrapper by the name of Arrogance, Innocence, Patience & Conscience. This means that Meatlug has older brothers (and a sister. Technically. Allegedly.). At first they were a bit too mischievous/privy with one another for her liking, making them seem like they were hanging up in her a bit, but they eventually got used to one another.

And yes, she makes all six of her children crab cakes.

The Monstrous Nightmare that Valka saves in HTTYD 2 is the one that took Gobber’s hand.

The Night Fury and Light Fury evolved via something similar to the Peppered Moth Evolution. Whichever one was the original species, however, is still unknown.

Gustav is allergic to peanuts.

Fanghook actually has a fear of setting things on fire.

Hiccup sees a lot of his younger self in Gustav, but it frustrates him that Gustav takes a bit more after Snotlout sometimes.

Gustav’s mother actually wanted to call him “Hiccup” (being the runt) but didn’t want to upstage the chief or confuse people, so she chose “Gustav” (meaning god’s staff or popular guest) to be ironic.

Snotlout was originally proud to have Gustav model himself after him, but when growing up and maturing on the Edge he realised that Gustav was or could be reckless because of it and started to resent him for being a “cheap copy” of him.

Hookfang has a soft spot for Gustav, mostly when he was younger. Since Gustav got Fanghook, his patience has been less withstanding.

The dragon with the least patience for kids is actually Stormfly. Just after would be either Barf & Belch or Hookfang, but by a long shot. Hookfang holds more patience for younger kids than older ones.

Spitelout for some reason shows more outwards appreciation towards Gustav, but argues with him over being leader of the A Team.

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spacenintendogs · 11 months ago

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glad you're feeling better !!! for drawing requests i'd love to see some of your au stuff – i know this isnt very specific but maybe a scene/event you like to think about a lot? i just rly love ur au :D

what do you do when the backbones of your friend group nearly end their friendship?

tuffnut and fishlegs were friends before anyone else in the gang. as kids they lived a few doors down from each other & often ran into each other at a local playground. tuff's outgoing & curious nature helped fishlegs feel more confident in exploring & they could discover things together. fishlegs' sensitive & skittish nature drew tuffnut in & got tuff to slow down every so often. they have more opposite approaches when it comes to learning & as little kids, they just LOVE learning. fishlegs being quiet also helped tuff find someone to confide in, while tuff being louder helped fishlegs find someone who can teach him how to stand up for himself.

as they become friends with the rest of the gang (tuff already has ruff obv but!!) they find they have less in common than they thought & while they still care & hang out, it's no where near the same as when they were little. esp once they're teenagers.

by the time they're 14 they've basically become friends but wouldn't rlly hang out with each other alone or confide in the other.

tuff & ruff obv aren't the types to hold back in their comments towards the others & in the shows even make fun of fishlegs for his weight/tend to go off on side tangents that seem irrelevant to the topic at hand. this hurts & annoys fishlegs. fishlegs (as well as the others in the group) tend to get snippy & make snide comments abt the twins being stupid & brushing them off when they try to contribute. this hurts & annoys tuffnut, esp bc as they grow older, fishlegs gives off a "know-it-all" attitude.

they're both internally bitter & don't understand what changed between them from when they were kids. why they seen to have disdain towards each other. it reaches its breaking point when they're in college. it's not fishlegs who snaps, it's tuffnut.

fishlegs rolls his eyes at a comment tuffnut makes & it's the final straw. tuffnut just asks "do we have a problem?" and it opens a whole can of worms, esp bc it was in front of the entire gang & ends with tuffnut & fishlegs storming off (ruffnut hesitantly going with tuffnut out of pure shock of what just happened).

& now every time the gang hangs out or goes to work at the sanctuary & tuff & fishlegs are there, it's just tension. they give the silent treatment towards each other. the rest of the gang feel stuck bc they feel like they are being forced to pick sides & try their best in hanging out with everyone but maybe not having tuff or fishlegs there with each other & it's a hassle. hiccup & astrid try to get them to stop being stubborn & talk it out. snotlout is completely lost & can't help but make it abt how it's affecting him bc he doesn't know what else to do. ruffnut is supportive towards tuffnut, having heard him talk abt his frustrations with fishlegs for years at this point, but does try to push tuffnut to talk it out with fishlegs, too, albeit, not as hard as hiccup & astrid.

reconciliation only comes when tuffnut & fishlegs are scheduled to close the sanctuary together alone (not on purpose, it's just how everyone's schedules lined up & the rest of the gang dreaded that it could be the true final straw).

while closing, tuff sees barf and belch haven't moved since the afternoon when he arrived (& even since the morning when astrid & hiccup opened the sanctuary). he checks & sees the dragons haven't eaten or drank any water all day either. he panicks and gets the first person he can think of, which is fishlegs.

they both work together in discovering a few of the zipplebacks, including barf and belch, have come down with vorpentitis, due to a venomous vorpent getting into the pen. they quickly gather potatoes (the cure is known & had here, unlike book 4 of the httyd books... sorry for spoilers there lol). it's during this that they both feel regret & after everything has calmed that they apologize to each other, more calmly explain their sides of the story, and hug each other for the first time since they were kids.

they'll never go truly back to where they were as kids, they've crossed too many thresholds. too much has changed. but they can work on what they have now & it'll be equally as strong.

#thank u so much!! <33 i'm def feeling a lot better!!#dragons off the coast au #tuffnut thorston #fishlegs ingerman #httyd #httyd fanart #doodle requests #🌹 art #shutupthepunx111 #OUGH the text under the cut is SO long i hope that's ok!!!!#they mean so much to me & are one of my fave relationships in my au....#also i think they should kiss but that's for another day LMAO the gang's romantic lives are MESSY #rose answers

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hermesserpent-stuff · 8 months ago

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@lirabuswavi and I’s convo about the mystic misunderstanding au

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4

Au premise: in which hiccup being a runt would have made him revered in the hunter tribe and when they find out they start giving him offerings.

this post focuses on the twins and their adoption!!

L stands for them and H stands for me.

L: Pay too much attention, and the Acumens will have a permanent pair of chaos makers. Oh Hiccup, teach them the way of chaos wranglers!

Hiccup: Distraction works best. Give them something to do, make them feel important, or appeal to their sense of anarchy. If you can convince them it's a bad idea, they'll do it. Reverse psychology is your new best friend.

Acumens: *Taking notes*

H: they make them chief teachers of zippleback riders ontop of hiccups other advice. it sorts itself out

L: No one can teach them how to get in touch with both their wild side and their human partner like the twins. Not every Zippleback rider is a twin, so having someone to help them get in touch is really helpful. To fly a zippleback with someone else, you have to practically read each other's minds. You have to always know where they are and where they're moving, along with everything else it takes to fly a dragon. Their idea of partner bonding exercises can get a little... weird, but damn if they don't produce results.

H: the zipplebacks are really really happy that their fliers are getting along better and give fish and live boars to the twins when they remember to

L: Honestly, giving the twins a set group of people to harass, people that would even invite it in some ways, would really help settle them. They don't have to be as loud to gain attention, people won't just ignore them when they're being 'inconvenient'. They don't have to fight for attention anymore, and they really like that. Hiccup notes the changes, and is haply with them too. The twins are still chaotic, of course they are! The moment they're agreeable is when you start looking around for paint buckets. But their pranks seem less mean spirited, and people are more likely to laugh along. Viggo's kind of wondering what the hell Berk does to their kids, because they seem to only produce Angry Aggressive Arogant (Astrid and Snotlout) or Needed More Attention as Children (Twins, Hiccup, and arguably Fishlegs).

H: i like the idea that someone or a set of someones decides that they are just gonna adopt the twins for themself. Their kids died out hunting dragons and the house has been much too quiet. they are a little horrified that the twins cry over being presented with their own individual set of utensils and plates. They admit to not having stuff like that without having to share before. they tell viggo.

L: They do like being a set, they do. They're the twins, inseparable like the heads of a zippleback. But they have individual needs, ones that people don't pay attention to. Hiccup is one of the few that can always tell the twins apart. Sometimes their own parents got it wrong. But these people gave them individual things, so they don't have to share if they don't want to. They get it wrong, once or twice, but then they apologize and it doesn't happen again. They've never had people treat them like this before... They like it.

H: they even got two different statues! they look the same but there are two!! its very exciting

L: There's something to be said about always being taken as a set. They're the twins with the zippleback, that only ever need one size of clothes because they can swap as wanted. They're Ruffnut and Tuffnut, not just Ruffnut or just Tuffnut. But the people adopting them don't want the twins, they don't want the complete set. They want Ruffnut. And Tuffnut. They want both for who they are, as individuals. They've never really had that before. For a while, their new parents are the only ones exempt to their pranks. But then they sit down and tell the twins that they don't have to change who they are for them to want them. Even if the twins prank them, and break things on purpose or on accident, they won't take the adoption back. More than they can't do so, they don't want to. They knew what they were getting into, chaos and pranks and all.

H: yep!! they get praised if the prank pulled on them was particularly clever and a boar pit is dug behind the house after a brief mention of missing the one back on the edge

L: Chicken is a beloved member of the family. One of their parents, who knits, made Chicken a little hat and cape. It's adorable, and Tuffnut runs immediately to show Hiccup.

H: hiccup has to admit it is adorable and is happy for the two

#mystic misunderstanding au #httyd #httyd au #hermes speaks #hiccup haddock #viggo grimborn #ruffnut thorston #tuffnut thorston

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dragonmasterhiccup · 2 months ago

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Dear Hiccup,

I am sending this letter to let you know I finally had success in befriending a dragon but regretfully I believe the reason I had so much trouble was fully my own fault and it took some personal growth on my end. You know Hiccup I spent so much time trying to figure out the perfect dragon for me, thinking of which dragon would I get along with best based on my perceived lifestyle and personality traits or which dragon I admired for one reason or another. Now I finally understand letting the dragon choose you, just like friendships the best ones aren’t assigned or forced and sometimes you can be your own worst enemy ignoring what was right in front of you.

You see there was a Sentinel dragon named Gargoyle that lived in the area near my childhood home that would show up occasionally, he would station himself out side of my family’s or a neighbor’s barn sometimes or he would be out in the fields trying to guard the corn. While other times he could be seen by busy roads in the mornings and afternoons when kids would be trying to cross to get to and from school, as a kid I would even stop to give him a good pat as a thank you. One winter I had slipped on ice and Gargoyle had hurried over to check on me, nuzzling at me until I was able to get up so that Snoggletog I got him a little stuffed teddy bear. He seemed to love that bear and then he would be seen occasionally appearing in his usual spots with it hanging out of his mouth.

However when I got older I moved away and went off to study and then I got interested in dragons so naturally I wanted to enter into dragon training. At first I thought my dragon would be a monsterious nightmare as I’ve always thought of them as my favorite dragon. I always admired how strong they are, how easily they seem to stand their ground, and they are beautiful in a powerful way. But I quickly realized that they are a little too stubborn for me, don’t get me wrong I can be stubborn too when it comes to my fundamental beliefs or when standing up for others but too much unnecessary conflict is stressful so even though I cared for the dragon training never got very far and in a catlike manner he appreciated the food but went on his way.

Trying to bond with a Deadly Nadder didn’t go over so well either Skyfire was loyal for sure but too flighty and we fed off of each other’s nervous energy and it wasn’t a very good partnership. Then volunteering with various dragons at the stables didn’t yield much information either, zipplebacks, in that regard three is a crowd they fuss and I always ended up being the middleman. Typhoomerangs too high strung and Thunderdrums are waaay too loud. So on and so forth but I think one of my biggest mistakes was actively avoiding the Boulder class dragons to which I always perceived as lazy or too low energy or simply not colorful or interesting enough. To which the irony would become apparent when I got really sick, bed ridden even and ended up needing a medical procedure. Recovery was rough but to my surprise one day when I was still recovering and had decided sleep was better than getting up to cross my home for lunch a loaf of bread and a bucket of Strawberries appeared on my windowsill; then some apples and a Turkey leg appeared that night around dinner time. This went on for a few days when one night I had a nightmare and woke up only to be startled by a shadow in my window. To my astonishment it was Gargoyle and he nosed open my window and dropped his prized teddy bear on my bed then simply sat his chin on my windowsill waiting. The rest is history, I love that dragon and we are inseparable now and I am learning so much about sentinel and boulder class dragons I never even knew, especially how surprisingly fast they can be.

Sorry for the ramble(and to you too author oof 😅) and thank you for your time chief. Also how are you and Astrid doing, and congratulations on the wedding! I wish you all the best and wanted to say you both are great leaders I believe in you!

(Thank you for all the work you put into this blog, and don’t worry for going MIA last night if you need time to rest or to just live life take all the time you need. Obviously you’ll be missed but you and your needs are important too new friend! 😄 I hope you have a great week!)

"Hey, Astrid! We got a letter!"

"Who's it from?"

"Hm, I'm not sure. There might've been a signature here, but it looks like the Terrible Terror that carried this chewed it up a bit. The letter is intact, though."

"Well, what does it say?"

Hiccup read the letter aloud as Astrid sharpened her axe.

"I'd send a reply, but I'm not sure who this is from!"

"It's alright, Hiccup. I'm sure we'll hear from them again."

#asks #anons #(((thank you so much!!!)))

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onejellyfishplease · 1 year ago

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why do you hate httyd the nine realms? I’ve never watched it so im curious, I’m kinda curious about the show, but im skeptical because the ones with Hiccup and the gang are so good, and i don’t want to ruin my perception of httyd by watching it.

OH,,, OH I AM GONNA RANT ABOUT THIS

OKAY FIRST!!!

The dragon designs are so incredibly shit, I mean just look at them! Something is wrong with the toothless knockoff. and the designs for the other dragons are terrible too!!! I don't remember a lot of them but the zippleback one is impressivly bad. Theyre just. so ugly.

AND THE STORY LINE!!! at least for the first season, IT IS LITERALLY THE EXACT SAME AS THE FIRST HTTYD MOVIE!!!! the generic blond main character just feeds him 'fish nuggets' instead of fish which the dragon then throws up for him to eat. they do the same touch without looking scene. they fight a massive dragon at the end, WHICH USES THE SAME EXACT SOUNDS AS THE RED DEATH IM NOT KIDDING!!!

And Lastly the characters are just so shit. theyre shallow and 2d and I can't remember anything about them at all. main character? idk some dude prolly named Kyle. The only slighty interesting character was this girl who befriended a changwing knockoff, she had Agoraphobia (fear of the outside/open spaces???) which COULD HAVE BEEN REALLY INTERESTING FROM A NARRATIVE PERSPECTIVE!

Oh and the fact that the show takes place in the modern age? disgusting. put it back. i wanna see my vikings again >:(

#I COULD GO ON #asks #anon asks

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farads · 2 years ago

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One of the kids at my work today was pretending to be a zippleback and I have never felt such joy

He then proceeded to try and bite me with both heads

#then he 'turned into' the king of dragons and impaled me with his tusks #httyd #rtte #httyd rtte #httyd2 #race to the edge #hideous zippleback #zippleback #zippleback kid

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10blue10 · 2 years ago

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Tradition, Tradition

(Different First Meeting AU) (but not that different lol)

“Son, we need to talk. Sit down,” Stoick ordered. Hiccup perched on the seat. Stoick rubbed his hands together. “Now then. As you know, you’re going to be sailing to Dragon Island tomorrow to bring back your own dragon. So I want to go over a few things first. One: try and get a strong, mighty beast, like Thornado. If you can bag yourself another Thunderdrum, so much the better.”

Hiccup shrugged. He hadn’t really been planning on trying to get one of those. “I dunno, dad… they’re a bit too loud. I might go deaf,” he joked half-heartedly.

“Fair enough. Alright. Try and get a Flaming Nightmare. Only the best dragon riders try to tame one of those. In fact, I heard from Spitelout that your cousin is planning to get a Nightmare. You don’t want him to show you up, do you?”

He thought about how insufferable Snotlout would be if he got a Nightmare, and grimaced. “No… but hey, what about a Nadder? They’re fast, spiky…”

“Aye. That would do,” Stoick nodded. “Just, for the love of Thor, don’t come back with a Zippleback or a Gronckle or, gods forbid, a Terror,” he added.

Hiccup’s brow furrowed. “Dad, what’s wrong with Gronckles? A lot of people on Berk ride them.” He could at least understand why taming a two headed dragon, or a dragon that couldn’t be ridden on, would be kind of a problem.

“Oh, nothing’s wrong with ‘em, so to speak. It’s just… I’m the chief, and you’re my heir. So whatever dragon you end up with reflects on me. And on our tribe. And on your ancestors. Remember who you’re named after,” Stoick urged.

“Hiccup Haddock the First befriended dragons by rescuing a Terror.”

“Aye, but he rode on a Windwalker,” Stoick retorted. “And then Hiccup Haddock the Second rode a Flaming Nightmare. Which means you, Hiccup Haddock the Third, have a lot to live up to. I know you won’t let me down.”

He wasn’t sure whether to feel pleased or under pressure. “Okay, but on the off chance I don’t manage to tame a rare and or ‘strong, mighty beast’, you’re not gonna, y’know, disown me and kick me out of the house, are you?”

“Well…”

“Dad!”

Stoick roared with laughter. “Oh, I’m just kidding! So, do we have a deal?”

“What, I tame a dragon that won’t embarrass you and you don’t disown me?”

“You tame a dragon we can both be proud of, son. Is it a deal?”

“This bargain is feeling very one sided.”

“Deal?!”

Hiccup sighed. “Deal.”

The next day, he and the other teens set off with Gobber to head for Dragon Island. Ever since his ancestor had shown their tribe how to tame and ride the mighty beasts, the Hairy Hooligans sent the young people of the tribe off to find, tame and fly home on a dragon. It was a coming of age ritual for them.

On the way, everyone else began talking about which dragon they were going to try and tame. “I’m gonna tame a Flaming Nightmare,” declared Tuffnut. “It’s my destiny. See?” He lifted his tunic to reveal a mark on his side that, if one tilted ones head and squinted, vaguely resembled a Flaming Nightmare.

Fishlegs’ eyes widened. “Your mom let you get a tattoo?”

“It’s not a tattoo! It’s a birthmark.”

“Uh, I’ve been with you since birth, and that was never there before,” said Ruff.

“Sure it was. You’ve just never seen me from this side before now.”

Astrid interrupted to say “aren’t you two just gonna share a dragon?”

Tuffnut pulled a face. “Share? With Ruffnut? Eww.” She hit him. “Ow!”

Fishlegs inquired “what kind of dragon are you going to tame, Astrid?”

“A Nadder,” she replied at once. “Beautiful and deadly, just like me.”

“That is so true, Astrid,” declared Snotlout, leering at her. "Hey, you'll never guess what kind of dragon I'm gonna tame,” he boasted. “I, Snotlout Jorgenson, am going to tame and ride… the Night Fury. Dun dun duuuun!”

His words were met with disbelief. “I thought you were gonna tame a Flaming Nightmare,” said Hiccup. “That’s what your dad told my dad, anyway.”

“Pfft. My dad thinks I should tame a Nightmare cos he doesn’t believe the Night Fury exists. Well I say it does, and I’m gonna be the first to ride it. Let me guess; you’re planning on taming a Gronckle or something, aren’t you?”

Behind them, Fishlegs looked hurt. “What’s wrong with Gronckles?”

Hiccup calmly replied “actually, I was thinking maybe a Nadder, like Astrid.”

In truth, he didn’t really know what kind of dragon he wanted. If it weren’t for his dad pressuring him to get an impressive one, Hiccup would have just been glad to have a dragon at all. Gobber interrupted them to say “I think maybe you lot should put your backs into it! We’ll get there at sundown at this rate!”

So they rowed harder (well, Hiccup tried his best) and at last, they made it to the towering, imposing pillars of rock that surrounded Dragon Island. Gobber guided the longship through the sea stacks, and they all got off onto the volcanic black sand beach. “I’ll see you all back on Berk. Good luck!” he said.

Fishlegs asked nervously, “you’re not gonna wait here for us?”

“Nah. If you’re not back by sunset we’ll come look for ye. Probably. Ah, there you are, you great big lummox!” Gobber beamed at a large, rust coloured dragon asleep on the beach. “Wake up, Grump. C’mon, wakey wakey!”

The teens left him to it and set off. They split up and went wandering across the island by themselves. Hiccup walked slowly through the trees, keeping an eye out for Nadders or Nightmares or even a Gronckle. There was no sign of dragons anywhere. “Oh, the gods hate me,” he complained. “Some people can’t find their knife or their mug, no, not me, I can’t find an entire dragon!”

He didn’t look where he was going. Suddenly he tripped and fell down a slope, rolling to the bottom of the scree, landing against something warm and…

Hiccup gasped and scrambled away from the sleeping dragon. He had never seen anything like it before. Jet black, with faint grey dapples; a smooth and streamlined hide; rounded ear-flaps and triangular dorsal fins… This, Hiccup truly and honestly thought, was the most beautiful dragon he’d ever seen.

It’s him… the Night Fury, he thought in awe. Hiccup couldn’t believe he was the one to find the islands most mysterious resident… or that the Night Fury was just sleeping out here in the forest. He’d have thought they would sleep in the mountain, in a deep dark cave; not in a sunlit clearing. As quietly as he could, he took out his notebook and charcoal pencil, and began to sketch the Fury.

Hiccup glanced at the dragon and flinched - it was staring right at him, with a bright green eye. He didn’t dare move. Then it stretched and rose to its paws. He scrambled backwards as it turned towards him until he couldn’t get any further, not without trying to run. Somehow he doubted that would work.

“Uh… nice dragon. Please don’t hurt me,” Hiccup rambled. He cringed when the Night Fury sniffed at him; then he realised it wanted the fish he had tucked in his belt. “Oh, err, here,” he said quickly, holding the fish out. The dragon opened its mouth, revealing pink gums. “You’re toothless? Huh. I really thought you’d have”- a set of conical fangs sprang out and snatched the fish. “Teeth.”

It gulped the fish down in one bite, licked its lips, and peered at him again. Hiccup stiffened. “I don’t have any more,” he said apologetically. Only to wince when the Night Fury coughed up half of the fish into his lap. It stared at him expectantly. Hiccup sighed. He’d been warned about this. Might as well get it over with he thought grimly, steeling himself to take a bite of the raw fish.

Eww, Eww, Eww! It was cold and slimy and disgusting. He resisted the urge to spit it out again and gulped it down, even though it made his eyes water. He couldn’t help but grimace. The dragon peered at him curiously, and he forced an awkward grin. Then he realised he’d just bared his teeth at a dragon. Oops.

To his relief, the Fury didn’t get aggressive. Instead… they mimicked him, pulling their gums back into a lopsided smile. Hiccup’s smile relaxed into a more natural expression. “You’re not what I expected,” he remarked. “I mean, I wasn’t expecting anything in particular. Most of my village doesn’t even believe you exist. But I figured a Night Fury would be more, well, furious.”

They snorted. “No offence. It’s just, no one knows anything about you. I was trying to draw you, actually.” He showed them the sketch he’d been making, and they perked up. He watched in bemusement as the dragon snapped a branch off a tree and dragged it through the mud. They were… drawing?

Well, scribbling. Then they sat back looking satisfied. “You like drawing too?” Hiccup wondered, before finally realising “Wait. Can you… understand me?”

In response they looked at him in a way that screamed what do you think? “Wow. That’s amazing! Can - can all dragons understand humans?” he asked. They rolled their eyes and proceeded to warm the ground with their fire, before settling back down for a nap. May as well finish the sketch, thought Hiccup.

When he was done, he couldn’t resist edging closer to the snoozing dragon and reaching out to touch them. Just once. His hand was hovering inches away from their snout when their eyes snapped open once again. He snatched his hand away. “Sorry. I just, uh… oh, what the hell. If you really can understand me, then - truth is, I’m supposed to train and ride a dragon home from here.

“I was just gonna try and get a Nadder or something, but I couldn’t find any dragons and then I fell down that slope and you were here and it feels like I already know you so well and I thought maybe you’d let me… ride you.” Hiccup sighed. “But of course you won’t. What am I thinking? You’ll probably be flying off any minute now, just to get away from the annoying, babbling human.”

They didn’t fly off. Instead they just looked at him, calm and intelligent. Hiccup tentatively reached out again, averting his gaze. He held his hand up, waiting, hoping… and then a warm snout pressed against his palm. His eyes opened.

A warm nose rested against his hand. Bright green eyes gazed into his soul. His breath caught in his throat. “Wow. Um. My name’s Hiccup, by the way.”

The Night Fury purred and showed him their gums. “Yeah, I know, you’re toothless… oh! Wait, is that - is that your name? Toothless?” he wondered. They purred. “I’ll take that as a yes. Uh, are you a boy Night Fury or a”-

Growl.

“… Boy?”

Purr.

“Huh. Well, my dad won’t be able to complain about this. Thanks, Toothless.”

#toothcup week 2023

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tenebrius-excellium · 2 years ago

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Book 10 - How To Seize A Dragon’s Jewel Liveblog

WHAT A BOOK (so far, I’m at 2 of 5.5 hours)

Valhallarama finally makes an appearance! Although an odd one.

The Deadly Shadow clearly served as inspiration for the Zippleback, for Toothless and for the Light Fury. The bat-like behavior, the turning invisible in the clouds??? Aaaaaaaahhhh...just imagine if Toothless had been able to change color too!!

The Windwalker smells like drinking chocolate what?

“But sometimes the bravest thing a hero has to do is not fighting monsters and cheating death and witches, it is facing the consequences of his own actions.” that got me

awwww Hiccup really seems to have changed a lot. He’s growing up!

Baggybum telling Snotlout “I am ashamed to be your father” that hurts

Snotlout: “Ashamed of me? I should be ashamed of you, and you should be proud that I am a Chief! You were never a Chief, Baggy, wwere ya? You are not really Chief material!” Somehow, that response felt strong in the moment tho???

Warty McSmelly, your waistcoat is on fire XDDDD

YO. Excellinor stares at Hiccup. does she recognize him mm. DOES SHE

EGGINGARDE. MY PRECIOUS BABY. PROTECT HER AT ALL COSTS

I like Eggingarde. Why has she never been mentioned anywhere by the fandom???? I didn’t know she exists!!! She’s so cuuuuuuuute!!! Also I am unapologetically shipping her with Fishlegs??? *EDIT: they’re kids they’re kids I forgot I’m so sorry

Her bedtime horror story is a little lengthy though, isn’t it

yo, Eggingarde’s story was really grim O_O

THE HOPEFULL PUFFIN TWOOOOOOOOOOOO

“We may be slaves, but we can still be the best slaves we can be” this book is DRIPPING with the good lines...!!!!

“And then something unexpected happened. Gobber the Belch stepped forward, calmly wrestled Snotlout’s whip from him, broke it in half, and gave it back to him.” LOL

STOICK IS CHIEF AGAIN YASSSSS

GOBBER FLIPS SNOTLOUT’S YOT OVER HAHAHAHAHA

“.....and now I’m going to break it some more” Gobber is SUCH A BADASS

GOBBER EDUCATING SNOTLOUT ON THE CONSEQUENCES OF HIS ACTIONS REGARDING CHIEFTAINSHIP IS EVERYTHING THAT’S THE BEST LESSON I’VE HEARD IN A WHILE DUDE

I’m sorry I don’t know how to spell ‘yot’

I love how Cressida constantly mentions the presence or absence of birds in her storytelling. That detail seems to be important to her whenever she’s being descriptive. Having been to Scotland before, they’re certainly a prominent part of the landscape. I vividly remember almost getting a hole pecked in my skull by a raging mad seabird once because I was walking too close to its nest - the critter did not hesitate to go right for my head with its beak!! Also, I feel like there really isn’t much other wildlife apart from sheep and the ugliest sea stars you’ve ever seen. So, ya. Birds. They’re a thing.

Ohmygosh Stoick gives Hiccup that Great Hall talk he had with Gobber about doing what you’re told instead of questioning everything. Hnnnnghhhh that’s awesome. I love the dynamic of that talk to this day.

“I just did what I was told, I followed the traditions, I stuck to the Barbaric code!” I respect this generational thing actually. Because it’s real. It’s a real problem too. And I’d genuinely give money to find out where this attitude came from. Like, what made Stoick’s generation - the generation of our parents - behave and believe like they do.

I had this part on repeat for like 3 times because it was so good

look tbh the swordfight against Stoick and the Test Drive sequence from Book 9 still haunt me...

“...the old order broken, all because of my son Hiccup and his questions.” Silence. “Can you blame me for being angry with my son?” Gosh the shame. The blame of being Httyd1′s Hiccup. I feel it all over again and it’s glorious.

“And yet...was he actually brave to ask this question? Was he right to ask this question? Was it even a question worth losing a world for? So, the answer to your question, McJelly, is yes. I am the father of Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Third. I am hoping against hope that somewhere out there he is safe and well, and I am proud to be his father. Even though I don’t always agree with his questions, and I do not yet know whether they were worth the loss of the world I loved.” WOW. Best stuff Stoick ever said. Also the “I’m proud to call you my son” moment from the movie. Auuuuuughhhhh.

The pessimism and hopelessness and the spite with which Hiccup is continuing to live nevertheless is sorta catching on. It hasn’t paid off yet. That’s disturbing, because it’s getting old. There needs to be a final win. Soon.

Anyway, that’s it from me so far!

#will make new posts for the next parts because this is already very long #reddie's liveblog #how to seize a dragon's jewel #I'm TWO HOURS IN and they haven't found the jewel yet #WHAT is going on #this book is 5.5 hours long!#wherethekiteflies #httyd books #httyd books fandom #I could use some reactions to this - feel free to interact!

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