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I need more fics where the villains see how much heroes are suffering and they're like "I wanted to see you hurt. I wanted to defeat you. I wanted you to surrender to me- but this- this is not what I wanted. I did not want to see you shattered"
And after that they're like "Nonononono why do you do this to me? Why are you making me feel emotions? Why are you making me feel compassion for you? I'm not supposed to have mercy on you"
Hiccup and Astrid dancing at their wedding (using Stoick and Valka’s dance as a reference) :)
There's also just years and years of slow burn but that didn't fit
X2
Soy fan de HTTYD desde antes de que se ponga de moda.
How to train your dragon
I missed this
the wedding scene is so beautiful???? who gave the creators the right to do this to me???
stoick talking about his wife makes me soft UWU
I want a pretty light fury girlfriend too :(
currently watching HTTYD 3 and i don't know whether to cry or laugh
H E L P
Hijack Dungeon Meshi Au 🥘🐉
Speedpaint below
Dear HTTYD writers,
What the hell is happening don't hurt my babies pls
From, a concerned fan who probably needs tissue boxes and therapy and lots of ice cream from HTTYD 3
this movie is going to destroy me
OK SO YALL KNOW THAT ONE GIF OF HICCUP AND TOOTHLESS WALKING THROUGH FIRE THAT DREAMWORKS RELEASED
WE HAVEN’T SEEN ANY SHOTS OF TOOTHLESS’ TAIL IN ANY OF THE NEW PROMO PICS
TOOTHLESS’ TAIL IS NOT FIREPROOF AT ALL IN ANY OF THE PREVIOUS MOVIES AND TV SHOWS
HE’S WALKING THROUGH FIRE
FOR LIKE THE DRAMATIC EFFECT
NOT LOGICAL IF YOUR TAIL ISNT FIREPROOF
HICCUP MADE FIREPROOF ARMOUR FOR THE ENTIRE GANG
MAYBE ITS A REACH
BUT WHAT IF HICCUP MADE TOOTHLESS A FIREPROOF TAIL
THAT WOULD BE AMAZING
AWWWWWWWWW BABIES I LOVE THEM THANK YOU
Hijack Frozen Fever situation? I’m a sucker for caretaker stuff Also I’d be interested to see Jack’s version of snowgies
I have more sketches but completely stuck on what a cool version of snowgies would be like. I threw some haywire frost on his blankeys idk. But sick bowl does the job for now. Jack is feeling icky. Hiccup clucking helping Jack get settled.
Y E S
Thank you for answering my ask! 🥰
Important question: Do you think Hiccup has adorable tiny kitten sneezes, or MASSIVE sneezes that are way too big for his little body and practically knock him over?
100% the massive sneezes that knock him over. Him and the floor become very acquainted during high pollen season
POOR BABY BOY HE NEEDS A HUG AND SOME CHICKEN SOUP HES GONNA CATCH A HORRIBLE COLD COME HERE BABY BOY
*gently carries him inside and puts him in bed, gives him soup and a kiss on the forehead*
much better
hiccup whump??
“You’re gonna get hypothermia sitting out here Hiccup,”
“That’s the idea.”
so I didn’t realize this until now, but in RTTE season 1 episode 8 "crushing it” there’s a clip where Stoick is giving Gothi shit for her plowing. It shows they’re in a field and I didn’t realize which field it was until now. It’s Mildew’ old cabbage field and his house.
Still has the hole in the roof from when Snotlout fell through it 3 years ago 🤣
I have this idea that Hiccup has perfect pitch, and Toothless uses this to communicate to Hiccup. A certain note can either mean something he wants, like b flat can be “scratches?” Or it could be an emotion like f natural means “sad” so randomly Hiccup will hear Toothless trill and he’ll just be like “Astrid, move over a bit, Toothless said he doesn’t want the light in his eyes” and Astrid will be like “??? You know this how???” Maybe the other dragons learn of this and communicate with their riders through Hiccup.
Post HTTYD 3 Hiccup will hear random music notes here and there and will just start feeling emotions cause he was so in tune with Toothless, and his kids will mess with him sometimes when they learn what a couple of the notes mean.
They’ll play the “scratch?” note and Hiccup will just unconsciously reach over and scratch one of his kids like he’s scratching Toothless.
Just a few more
Plus the ref from race to the edge
'You come in to my house, sit on my father's chair, and threaten me to kill my Dragon?'
- Chief Hiccup of Berk
(I'm not sure if this was the exact line but boy, he has grown)
The Vikings Bride (3)
https://archiveofourown.org/works/63436504
Rating: G
Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III/Astrid Hofferson
Words: 4.7K
Chapter 3/?
Summary:
Astrid truly didn’t pay much actual attention to the farm boy who tended to the dragons. Still, nothing gave her as much pleasure as ordering Hiccup around. “Farm boy, tend to Stormfly.” She would snap. “Clean the stables!” She would order. Farm boy, do this. Do that. And every time without fail he would say, “as you wish.” It was all he ever said to her.
Princess Bride AU
Tuffnut Thorston lived by three things at the age of 22.
Guacamole.
Toenails.
And sword fighting.
Which is why Tuffnut was delighted to be fighting the man in black. He placed his hand on his sword and looked over the edge. The man in black looked up and Tuffnut could make out auburn hair sticking out the back of the mask with two small braids. There was reddish brown stubble dotting his chin and jawline.
The man in black looked up and raised an eyebrow, “mind giving me a hand?”
Tuffnut shook his head sadly, “I’m afraid I can’t. You see, my job is to kill you.”
“Well that puts a damper on our relationship don’t you think?”
Tuffnut paused and walked around for about two minutes before he looked over again. “Would it help if I tossed you the rope?”
“Well not really, if you kill me the moment my foot touches the ground.”
Tuffnut looked past the man in black’s head to see he had a peg leg. Though it seemed to be spiky now rather than smooth like it was when Tuffnut last saw it earlier.
Tuffnut looked around and huffed and breakdanced for a bit before he got bored again. He looked over to see that the man in black had barely moved.
“Will you let me toss the rope if I promise not to kill you?”
“Maybe. You might just have to wait.” The man in black grunted out.
“I hate waiting,” Tuffnut muttered. “What if I swear on my best friend and confidant, Chicken.”
“What?” The man asked incredulously.
“Sorry my bad,” Tuffnut cleared his throat. “I swear on my being a Spaniard.”
“That won’t do. I know far too many Spaniards.”
Tuffnut sighed, looked around and saw his crusty bare feet. He looked at the man in black in determination. “I swear on the soul and blood of my sister Ruffnut Thorston, you will reach the top alive. If not, I shall mix our blood together and we can become blood brothers. Or I will give you my right pinky toenail.”
The man in black blinked then sighed, “throw me the rope.”
Tuffnut unwound the rope and threw it down. The man in black started climbing and was soon on his feet…er foot. He nodded at Tuffnut in thanks and moved to unsheathe his sword.
Tuffnut put a hand up, “It’s okay bro, we can wait until you’re ready.”
The man in black nodded again and sat down on a rock. “Thank you. Truly.”
Tuffnut sat on a rock opposite and watched as the man in black changed his prosthetic to a normal walking one and took off his other boot to let loose rocks tumble out of it.
Now that Tuffnut had time…”Do you happen to have six fingers on your right hand?” Tuffnut asked.
The man in black paused and looked at Tuffnut with squinted eyes, “do you always start conversations this way?”
“You see, my man, my sister is floating with the masses of gas in the sky known as stars. And she was murdered by a six fingered woman.”
“Pretty sure I’m not a woman.”
“You can never be too sure. It’s been 10 years. I’m running out of people to question.”
The man in black raised a gloved hand to show 5 fingers and went back to getting rocks out of his boot. “I’m sure she’s very proud of you and watching over you in Valhalla.”
“She was the best mace maker in Berserker. 10 years ago, when we were both 12, the six-fingered woman appeared and requested a very special weapon. Ruffnut took the job. She put her blood, sweat, tears and other fluids into that weapon for an entire year.” Tuffnut grabbed the mace from his back and gave it to the man in black to examine. He ran his fingers through his very manly, very real beard.
“Remarkable craftsmanship.” The man in black noted.
“After Macey was done, the six-fingered woman returned and refused to pay, saying she wanted an axe. Ruffnut took that as a challenge and they had a classic Thorston duel to the death. Ruffnut was murdered I say! Murdered!” Tuffnut burst into tears then stopped after an awkward silence of the man in black just watching him.
“I loved my sister. So naturally I took Macey and challenged the six fingered woman to a duel to the death as well. She left me alive but gave me this-” Tuffnut traced scar lines that went just above both cheekbones. “I have been training the ultimate Thorston battle stances with Macey for 10 whole years. So the next time we meet, I will not fail.”
Tuffnut felt a breeze go through his hair and he looked up dramatically, “Next time, the one Tuffnut Thorston will not fail. And I will say this-” Tuffnut nodded solemnly, “Hello. My name is Tuffnut Thorston. You killed my sister.” Dramatic pause…”Prepare to die.”
…
“Well…” The man in black trailed off but seemed to gain his footing (foot technically), “Good for you.”
Tuffnut clenched his fist and looked straight into the sun and despite the burning in his eyes said, “I must not lose hope. Even if it has been 10 years.” Tuffnut looked at the man in black and shrugged, “I just work for Snotlout to pay the bills.”
The man in black took a deep breath and shrugged, “Well.” He said, getting up to his feet. “I hope you find her someday.”
“You ready?”
“As I'll ever be.” The man in black grabbed a blade handle from his thigh.
“You are going to fight with that? I mean, I support it but I’m pretty sure your goal is to live right?”
“Just watch.” The man said with an air of flare before a hollow sword slipped out of the hilt and set on fire.
“Wow…just think of the things you could explode with that thing.” Tuffnut got into stance with Macey at the ready, in his left hand. “You seem like a decent fellow. I hate to kill you.”
The man in black shrugged, “You seem a decent fellow. I hate to die.”
They watched each other for a few moments before Tuffnut striked first, swinging Macey around in a wide arch. The man in black backed up, his peg leg being uneven against the rocky terrain. Tuffnut advanced but the man in black is very impressive. He blocks every strike and keeps his ground. Tuffnut feels adrenaline pumping through his veins and fights off the wave of excitement that courses through him at the thought of a challenging fight. A shame that he’s only using his left hand though. The man in right is using his right hand so it really is unfortunate when Tuffnut starts using his right. Tuffnut is almost sad they didn't become blood brothers before Tuffnut had to kill the man in black.
“What amazing form you have!” Tuffnut comments as they reach the top of the terrain.
“I’ve never fought against a mace before. I think it figured it out.” The man in black blocks another swing from Macey with his flaming hollow sword. Now Tuffnut was the one being pushed back.
“I admit it. You are better than I am.” Tuffnut reached the ledge and he backflipped off while the man in black simply jumped off and stumbled a bit. Tuffnut felt a felt smile fit on his face. Time for some ultimate Thorston fighting.
“Then why are you smiling?” The man in black asked in confusion.
Tuffnut was pushed to the edge of the cliff before he gleefully said, “Because I know something you don’t! I am not left handed.” Tuffnut tossed Macey to his right and immediately pushed the man in black back.
He was struggling and Tuffnut was gaining the upper hand. The sounds of the flames on his sword and the clanks of Macey filled the air. The man in black was pushed to a wall on upper ground and it was clearly taking a lot of strength to hold back the mace with his sword.
“You’re incredible!” The man commented with a smirk.
“I have to be after 10 years,” Tuffnut furrowed his brow in confusion. “But why are you smiling?”
“I know something you don’t,” the man in black grunted out before putting his full force into pushing Tuffnut back. With an air of flamboyance, the man black raised his eyebrows and grinned, “I’m not right handed!” He elegantly tossed his sword in the air and caught it with his left. He cut through the air a few times before pointing the flaming sword at Tuffnuts chest.
With increased vigor the man in black fought against Tuffnut. Slash after slash. Macey was hit out of Tuffnut’s hand and flew across the rocky area, down below. Tuffnut looked at Macey and back at the man in black who now just seemed amused. Tuffnut ran and jumped towards Macey, grabbing onto a handlebar before sadly dropping down with a loud and ungraceful thunk. Tuffnut scrambled to grab Macey. The man in black flung his sword and it stuck in the ground, hilt upright. He ran and jumped, grabbing onto the handlebar. He swung and landed right next to his sword, picking it up and pointing it at Tuffnut.
“...Who are you?”
“No one of consequence.” The man in black swiftly replied.
Tuffnut pouted, “I must know,”
The man in black shrugged, “get used to disappointment.”
They charged at each other again. Going up and down. The man in black blocked every strike. Tuffnut felt his arms starting to go out and blindly swung his mace around frantically. The man in black’s sword flames went near his hand and he dropped Macey. Going to his knees with his hands in the air, the man in black circled him, with his sword at Tuffnut’s throat.
“Despite our charming Viking demeanor, I don’t want to kill you,” the man in black said from behind Tuffnut. “But I can’t have you following me either.”
There was a smack to his head, pain and then darkness.
The Vikings Bride (2)
https://archiveofourown.org/works/63436504
Rating: G
Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III/Astrid Hofferson
Words: 3K
Chapter 2/?
Summary:
Astrid truly didn’t pay much actual attention to the farm boy who tended to the dragons. Still, nothing gave her as much pleasure as ordering Hiccup around. “Farm boy, tend to Stormfly.” She would snap. “Clean the stables!” She would order. Farm boy, do this. Do that. And every time without fail he would say, “as you wish.” It was all he ever said to her.
Princess Bride AU
Astrid woke up with a pounding headache. It was dark out and the boat she was on, rocked back and forth uncomfortably.
Looking around she saw that Stormfly was nowhere to be found while the three men were mingling around the boat. The man with the beard seemed to be steering and every minute or so would look back into the waters as if something was there. He suddenly looked back and their eyes met. He grinned. Irritation stirred in her gut.
“Oh! The princesa is awake, Snotlout!”
The black haired man or Snotlout looked back at her and smiled smugly.
“My my, look who's awake! Get enough beauty rest?”
“You obviously didn’t.” She spat. “Now let me go right now or I'll have your neck be a chopping board.”
Snotlout sneered, “you should worry about your own neck, Your Highness.” He paused when the fake bearded man kept looking back. “Stop that Tuffnut and relax! The job is almost done.” He kicked worn soles onto a crate.
Tuffnut looked back once more, “Either somebody is following us or the ghost of Snoggletog past is coming to haunt us.”
Snotlout snorted, “It would be inconceivable! No one in Berk or any Berserker knows what we have done.”
The other blonde looked ahead at where the supposed ghost was and furrowed his brows, “Um, Snotlout. Something is there.”
“What?!” Snotlout exclaimed. He got up to look over the desk into the distance. Tuffnut and the tall man did as well. Astrid took this as her cue to try and swim back to land. She found a nail on the side and started to get the ropes that bound her hands off. After a couple of seconds they were off. Astrid didn’t listen to the conversation the other three were having. She heard the word, “eel”, before she jumped overboard.
She gasped at the cold water and felt the strain in her muscles as she started to swim away. She vaguely heard shouting from the ship but the feeling of something slimy brushing against her leg had her screaming and flinching away.
“Stormfly!” She called desperately. “Stormfly!”
Long, patterned creatures shrieked long awful sounds while they swam around her. Her breathing picked up and she felt like her lungs were constricted.
This wasn't how she wanted to die. She wanted to die fighting for her country, not being eaten by eels.
She was suddenly ripped out of the water by a large hand and dropped onto deck. Looking down at her hands, she sees they are trembling. She feels the cold water soak into her clothes and bones. Her wet hair drips from her shoulder and is falling out of her braid.
Snotlout grabs her shaky hands, ties them up and drops a massive fluffy blanket on her.
“I think the ghost is getting closer.” Tuffnut says.
“Shut up and sail on!” Snotlout snaps.
It’s hours later when she’s dry and napped for about 30 minutes that they start to reach any semblance of land. The sun is rising, the sky a mix of oranges and purples.
“The ghost is here! The ship is right on top of us!” Tuffnut yelled in alarm.
Astrid looked back to see a small ship in the distance with a black silhouette standing atop it.
“Well he’s out of luck then! Only Fishlegs can get us up so it’ll be hours before he will reach us.”
Snotlout, Fishlegs and Tuffnut docked the ship at cliffs that stretched high above. They were steep with jagged edges. The Cliffs of Insanity. She was strapped to Fishlegs as were the rest of the group. There was a rope that stretched all the way to the top. Fishlegs grabbed a firm hold and started climbing. It was a few minutes later that Astrid looked down and saw that the man in black’s ship stopped just right besides there and the man hopped off. She caught a glint of metal. The man was missing part of his left leg, just below the knee, and it was replaced by a metal prosthetic. Huh. She couldn’t make much out of him besides the fact that he was scrawny looking and maybe tall. It was hard to tell from this high up.
Snotlout was yelling in her ear. She scowled. She wished she had her axe with her.
“He’s gaining on us?!” Snotlout shouted. “Inconceivable!”
Astrid looked down and saw the man in black was climbing the rope at an alarming rate. He was wearing a mask that covered half of his face and his body was covered in dark leather armor.
“Wow. He has good upper arm strength.” Tuffnut commented.
“Move faster Fishlegs!” Snotlout screeched.
“I’m…going as fast…as I can.” Fishlegs gasped out.
“Yeah Snotman, there are four of us and only one of him. Geez.”
Snotlout groaned, “I hired you! Do your job!”
They kept climbing and the man in black kept gaining ground on them. They reached the edge of the cliff and Tuffnut climbed on the ledge, pulled her up, dumped her on the ground and pulled Snotlout up. Snotlout immediately ran to the rock the rope was tied to and started cutting it with a dagger. Right as Fishlegs made it onto the edge, the rope snapped and rushed past them into the abyss below. The three kidnappers ran over and peaked over the edge.
“You were right, Tuffnut,” Fishlegs said in awe. “He does have very good arms”
Snotlout scowled and turned red. “He didn’t fall?! Snotlout exclaimed. “Inconceivable!”
“You keep using that word. I don’t think it means what you think it means.” Tuffnut said then looked down. “Oh Thor, he’s climbing. He would be a good rock climber in another time and place.”
Snotlout pointed at her and then at Fishlegs. “Go grab her. Tuffnut you stay behind. If he falls, he falls. If he doesn’t, kill him yourself.”
Astrid startled when Fishlegs came towards her and she quickly got to her feet and bolted. She must have lost her shoes sometime in the earlier hours because she felt the rough cobblestone against her soles and then the prickly feeling of grass.
“Get her! I’ll deal with Tuffnut.” Snotlout ordered in the background then there was the sound of two claps. Then a thudding sound of feet came rushing towards her. Astrid may be fast and she may be strong, both are something she prides herself in. But whatever state Fishlegs is in and the sheer height that he possesses lead to him quickly catching up and grabbing her by the arms. She struggles in his grip but to no avail. A few minutes pass and Snotlout walks over.
“Idiot is going to duel the man with his left hand. Inconceivable!” Snotlout claps twice and Fishlegs grip loosens to be not painful. She cranes her neck to see him blink in confusion.
“He should be careful. People in masks cannot be trusted.”
Snotlout nods like what Fishlegs is sprouting is actual facts. Then he turns to her and smirks, “you really should try not to run away. You know what happened last time you tried.” He gestures to her half undone braid and her rumbled clothes.
She sneers and struggles in Fishlegs grip, “Let me go you son of a half-troll, rat eating, munge bucket! I can’t wait to chop you to pieces!”
Snotlout rolls his eyes and pats her on the head in fake sympathy. She bites his hand.
The Vikings Bride (1)
https://archiveofourown.org/works/63436504
Rating: G
Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III/Astrid Hofferson
Words: 1.8K
Chapter 1/?
Summary:
Astrid truly didn’t pay much actual attention to the farm boy who tended to the dragons. Still, nothing gave her as much pleasure as ordering Hiccup around. “Farm boy, tend to Stormfly.” She would snap. “Clean the stables!” She would order. Farm boy, do this. Do that. And every time without fail he would say, “as you wish.” It was all he ever said to her.
Princess Bride AU
Astrid grew up in a farming town in the kingdom of the Berserkers. Her favorite pastimes were flying her dragon and tormenting the farm boy who tended to her wealthy family.
The farm boy’s name was Hiccup. Though she didn’t call him that.
Astrid truly didn’t pay much actual attention to the farm boy who tended to the dragons. All she really knew growing up was his dorky crooked smile and his kind eyes that never left his freckled face despite the treatment he endured. Still, nothing gave her as much pleasure as ordering Hiccup around.
Even after she pried out of him that he was banished chieftain royalty, even after he grew from a lanky kid to a lanky teenager, his kind eyes never stopped shining that bright green.
“Farm boy, tend to Stormfly.” She would snap. “Clean the stables!” She would order. Farm boy, do this. Do that.
And every time without fail he would say, “as you wish.”
It was all he ever said to her.
They grew closer. It felt inevitable in a way.
With the Hofferson household being one of the few in the kingdom to hold dragons and Hiccup’s love for them it seemed they saw each other every day. While he would brush or clean Stormfly's scales, he would rattle on about the different types from where he came from.
When she was 12, she just assumed he didn’t know dragons were rarely spotted and were considered odd to own.
When she was 13, she started to approach him of her own free will and tell him to do various tasks.
It was at 15 she realized that she loved seeking him out.
“Farm boy,” She would say, coming up to him as he was struggling to chop wood. “Fetch the dragon's water would you?”
Their eyes would meet and Astrid could never recall nature that was as green as Hiccup’s eyes.
She paused, “Please?” She added, suddenly very aware of the thin scar on his chin and his puffy spotted cheeks.
Hiccup nodded and said as he always did, “As you wish.”
This continued for months until she realized she was in love with him.
It continued on even farther until she realized that when Hiccup was saying “As you wish.” What he really meant was, “I love you.”
She was 16 and throwing her axe in the woods when she caught Hiccup watching her.
“Farm boy,” She called. She looked up at the axe she was about to grab right above her, “Fetch me my axe.”
Hiccup walked up slowly, now just as tall as her, and grabbed the axe stuck in the bark of the tree.
“As you wish,” He whispered while handing over her axe to him, his warm fingers grazing hers. She felt a smile creeping up.
It was later that day under the sunset that they shared their first kiss. It was wonderful, it was exhilarating, and most of all, it seemed to fill her life with meaning.
She hated that she loved this farm boy so much. She hated herself even more because the fact was that she desperately wanted to marry him. She knew she never could.
Despite that, she loved his grin, his now growing stubble on his chin at 17, the fact that he was growing muscle, how he towered over her, how he laughed, and everything about him. Astrid grew to know Hiccup as him , rather than the intriguing farm boy. She loved pulling him to the side and kissing him senseless in the stables. She loved his sarcastic nature. She loved his unruly hair that was so much fun to braid. Even when he complained that he really didn't need the tiny braids. She loved how stubborn and kind he was. She loved Hiccup.
It was 18 when they got engaged. He gave her a necklace that was his mothers as their betrothal gift and her eyes welled up with tears and she gave him kiss after kiss in thanks.
But Hiccup was still an exiled poor farm boy. He had no money for marriage and Astrid’s parents refused to pay. So Hiccup decided to find riches across the sea. He packed his belongings and said goodbye to every dragon the Hoffersons owned. She waited for him by the doors.
The moment she saw him, she pounced, wrapping her arms around his waist and buried her face into his chest.
“Don’t go.”
“I have to Astrid.”
“What- what if I never see you again?”
“Astrid,” Hiccup pulled away suddenly and looked into her eyes, expression serious. “Of course you will.”
“But what if something happens to you? I won’t be able to protect you.” She felt irritation and want bubbling beneath the surface. She felt need. She needed him to stay.
Hiccup suddenly cupped her cheek, forcing her to look back up at him. “Astrid. Remember this. Hear this now. There will always be a Hiccup and Astrid. Always .”
She smiled sadly and leaned her forehead against his despite the raging storm happening in her chest, “I can’t imagine a world without you in it.”
“I can’t imagine a world without you in it either.”
“Make sure you come back. Promise me.” She demanded, feeling a burn behind her eyes.
“I promise. This is true love M’lady, it doesn’t happen everyday.” He grinned and kissed her softly. “There will always be an us. Trust in me, your scrawny, twig of a fiancé. Okay?”
“Right. Of course.”
“Love you.” A peck on the lips.
“Love you too. Come back.”
As you wish.
Hiccup never came back. His ship was attacked by the infamous dragon master Drago Bludvist and his crew of dragon trappers. Drago never left captives alive. When Astrid got the news, she trained so hard that her axe became dull and her vision was blurry from tears. She felt foolish.
She needed to hit something. She needed something to tame her anger, her grief.
She joined the Berserker guard.
She beat all of them and became the best in her class, pouring all her anguish into becoming something Hiccup wouldn’t recognize.
4 years later, and her talent caught the eyes of Oswald the Agreeable's son.
5 years after Hiccup's death, at the age of 22, she was to be married to Dagur the Deranged. It was announced at a festival with Dagur standing on a balcony with General Heather. The kingdom cheered.
“In a month from now will be the kingdom's 500th anniversary!” Dagur said with a manic grin. “In a month I will be marrying the best Berserker guard that we have ever seen! I will be marrying a commoner like you all!” Dagur giggled suddenly, “But now she will be above all your tiny insignificant lives! I present to you, Viking Astrid Hofferson!”
And it was at that moment when Astrid walked out and looked at people who were just like her, did she feel emptiness consume her. She hated Dagur. She wanted Hiccup.
Astrid felt the wind in her hair as she flew with Stormfly across the vast forest. She sighed. This was her only free time and she cherished it daily. Flying with Stormfly was truly the only joy she had now.
Astrid has been layed back on her dragon’s back for around an hour when a shout from the forest floor caught her attention. Three people were waving. A short stocky man with a black bob and two blondes.
She flew down and the short man who she now discovered had a rather sad sense of style grinned smugly. Astrid narrowed her eyes.
“A word, my lady.” He said with raised eyebrows. “We are but poor, lost circus performers. Is there a village nearby?”
Astrid observed the three. The short man didn’t look intelligent enough to deceive her but why they would try in the first place escapes her mind.
The two blondes don’t have much going on. The big bodied man with nervous eyes and baby fat on his cheeks doesn’t look threatening. And the blonde with dreads in his hair tied up to form a beard might be the only threatening person in the group if the mace strapped to his back was any indicator.
Astrid furrowed her brows in confusion and got off Stormfly. “No. There aren't any towns for miles.”
The raven haired man smirked cockily and suddenly clapped twice. The big man’s expression changed from anxious to angry and he charged at her. Astrid didn’t even have time to grab her axe before she blackened out.
The last thing she heard was. “Then no one will hear you scream.”
Snotlout was ribbing the royal crest off of the Viking’s bag. When Fishlegs became Thor Bonecrusher and attacked Hofferson, the dragon freaked out. A few well placed nets later and Snotlout had the bag strapped to its side.
“Yo, Snotman, what are you doing?” Tuffnut asked from where he was prepping a boat.
“Replacing the Berserker crest with the Berkian one. They are sworn enemies, thus when Prince Dagur finds her body dead on their shores, they will have no choice but to go to war!”
“You never said anything about killing anyone, Snotlout.” Fishlegs said from the side.
“I hired you to help me start a war!”
“I don't know Snotlout…” Fishlegs wringed his hands anxiously.
“Come on! It’s a very strong and prestigious line of work! You fit right in, especially when you become Thor.”
“I just don’t think it’s right.”
“Well I’m paying you and you seemed to agree with me when you're the manly version of you!”
“I agree with Fishlegs.” Tuffnut piped in.
Snotlout untied the dragon and placed the bag back on it, shooing it away. Perfect.
Snotlout hopped on the boat, “Well you two won’t be killing her! I will! Me! Duh!”
“I don’t know S…” Tuffnut shrugged.
“Don’t complain now! When I found you, you were drunk and eating toenails! You couldn’t think straight! And you!” Snotlout turned to Fishlegs, “Unemployed until I made Thor! I remade you into a better version of yourself! I can make Thor Bonecrusher no more! Do you want to be unemployed in Denmark again? I’ll send you to the edge of the earth!”
“The earth is round actually!”
“Shut up Tuffnut!”
Right as they were setting sail Tuffnut went up to Fishlegs, “Snotlout, he can…fuss.”
Fishlegs nodded solemnly, “He really likes to scream at us.”
Tuffnut put a hand on Fishleg’s shoulder, “He means no…harm.”
“He’s very short on… charm !”
Tuffnut whistled, “you are very good at rhyming Fishlegs.”
“Shut it, Tuff, Fishface!”
“S, are there rocks ahead?”
“If there are, we’ll all be dead!” Fishlegs added.
“UGH!” Snotlout yelled. “No more rhymes now, I mean it!”
“Anybody want a peanut?” Tuffnut asked.
Snotlout's shriek could be heard for miles.
Something I like specifically about Hiccup’s ‘being different’ story is that it actually makes sense.
There’s the cliche of ‘I’m not like everyone else and I get bullied for it’ trope where the character tries to ‘be like everyone else.’ Than discovers that no matter what anyone thinks, they should anyways be themselves. And while that is a good message, it’s not very applicable to certain situations.
Hiccups story is a bit different and I think it works and hit harder than any of those stories.
And it’s for a specific reason.
They don’t take into account the culture of a place.
The reason hiccup is ostracized is not because he’s ’quirky and weird’ (mostly) but because he doesn’t fit the societal beauty standards of his culture. Hiccup is very much culturally a Viking. He’s just tiny. And because of that he doesn’t fit into the mold.
But he doesn’t try to fit in by becoming the strongest or by being an axe wielding master. Hiccup never tries not to be true to himself.
Hiccup never needed to fit in, the village needed to fit him if that makes sense.
Hiccups a Viking in the sense that he’s socially and culturally like them but isn’t able to follow that culture because of his stature.
The outlier of this is the fact is that Hiccup will never have the guts to kill a dragon. This is evident in the first movie as well.
His story is very similar to Luz’s from The Owl House in the sense that they never tried to be something that they weren’t. (They’re also both neurodivergent coded but most characters in both shows are so it’s less about being different because of that)
Not my best analysis but it’s very late and I’m sleep deprived.
Question- I’m about 1/3 through writing my httyd princess bride AU and have enough material for around 3 chapters.
If you were to read it, would you want it to upload with a 3 chapter buffer or as a bigger word one shot?
Key question; chapters or one shot uploaded likely in around 1-2 weeks?
Writing the famous “I’m not left handed” fight scene from the Princess Bride for my fanfiction except replace Hiccups normal sword for a flaming one and Tuffnut’s normal sword for Macey and you’ve got a httyd canon Princess Bride fight.
I’m literally writing this scene as a sword fight except it’s with the two least fence-able weapons ever.
Inferno vs. Macey. A duel to be witnessed