hello !Ā Ā this is a blog for the remastered version of the famous dragon rider from the how to train your dragon franchise .Ā Ā hiccup stoicksson , the prince of iceland , based heavily on viking lore , and major influences from vikings valhalla , assassinās creed valhalla , and norse mythology .Ā although I have been writing hiccup since 2015 , this version of him is brand new and the concept behind his story is entirely my own headcanons + historical contexts .Ā please check out my links below prior to interacting .Ā this is not a canon-typical portrayal of hiccup .Ā Ā if there are any questions please feel free to shoot me an ask !Ā my verses page contains the most up to date information for his main verse .Ā i look forward to getting a chance to talk and write with you all , and i hope you have a blessed day ā”
Good morning I hope you are all doing well! I know I've been quiet as I navigate the remake but I am almost finished, if anyone wants to plot pls hmu ā¤ļø
surprise , guess who !Ā Ā iām back , yes , finally . i am currently undergoing major revamp status here and my main verses are going to be extremely viking - centric for those of you who still follow . iām gonna be going on a softblock spree to really restart here , however if you so happen to still be here and want to interact please give this post a like !Ā i just wanted to warn yaāll before i finally clear out my follower list in case anyone still wished to stay :)Ā
CRYSTAL blue eyes scanned the sight before himā A feast unlike any heād attended, of two clans rejoicing. Jack had very stealthily escaped from the watchful eye of his parents, his father in particular had been watching him like a hawk throughout the course of the night, despite being encouraged to make acquaintance with the people of Berk.
It was rather UNFORTUNATE that Jackās attire consisted of heavenly dark blue hues, a dash of fluffy white fur and thread adorned around his neck; paired with his frost-like shaded hair and blue eyes that lit up like the snow-filled regions he called home, it was easy to pick him apart from the other party-goers. He simply nodded his head, offered a polite greeting to anyone who stopped him, but ever still, he just needed a breath of fresh air.
He found himself outside rather quickly, eyes scanning the skies for the stars he had taken a liking to as a child. Everything on Berk was so DIFFERENT, although he couldnāt say if it was in a bad way or not. He was relieved, however, for the newly founded trade relations between the clansā Something he knew his father had stressed about, despite his stoic silence on the subject.
The sudden feeling of the presence of another caused him to turn his head slightly, taking in the appearance of the newcomer. It was easy to tell he was no mere resident, and Jack quickly noted the name he was given earlier. Hiccup. He chuckled when the man spoke, a low and soothing noise pulled naturally from his lips.
ā No need to apologize , ā Jack assured him quietly, motioning back towards the doors behind him. āIām not one for all the festivities. I prefer things a little more quiet. āHe gently nudged the other with his elbow, grin still ever present, before looking back towards the sky. āThe company of the stars and the moon always put me more at ease. ā He admitted, an almost embarrassed laugh springing forth from him.
@hefrostsāĀ sentĀ :Ā Ā It was unspoken. It was always going to remain unspoken, on his part, as Jack knew it should. Even still, the static he felt anytime Hiccup happened to brush his skin, was.. overwhelming. Standing in the doorway of Hiccupās room, watching the rise and fall of his chest as he slept, Jack let out a low sigh. He cast a glance backwards to assure the coast was clear before moving easily across the room, stopping to take in Hiccupās sleeping frame. He leaned down slowly, quietly, pressing a gentle kiss to Hiccupās forehead. ā Sleep tight, Hic. ā
The Berkian clan was a small , close - knit group of drengr vikings residing on the peninsula of Florli in Rygjafylke, Norway.Ā For centuries, their small tribe flourished in maintaining fisheries, and traded often with King Styrbjorn in Fornburg, and King Varin in Heillboer.Ā The chieftain, Stock the Vast, prided himself on keeping his village prospering during the extended and bitterly cold winter months.Ā Their village often feasted on torsk (cod) and skrubbe (flounder), among many others, as they were a hearty group of warriors nestled on the water closest to the mountains.Ā Ā
All except hiccup, of course; the only child of the chieftain, the sole heir to the throne.Ā He was born frail, sickly, with fear of a swift death if it werenāt for the gift from the gods themselves to allow for the small viking boy to live.Ā (His mother perished during childbirth, however many months prior she had a vision of his future; a dragonborn, a ferocious spirit who will bring forth peace to their forgotten, fractured country.Ā She envisioned him as one like a god, and valka confirmed this vision with the village seer gothi, who predicted that he would become a revered leader known in all of Europe).
Hiccup Stoickson, the heir to the chief of berk, witnessed the slaughter of his village by the bloody hands of Kjotve the Cruel; an unfortunate fate that many smaller tribes had met throughout Rygjafylke.Ā His father died that night; he died protecting his only son.Ā The arrow lodged in his fatherās heart was a testament to his undying devotion to family, and hiccup emerged as a new man that night, baptized by the blood of his people and giving him a renowned sense of drive to bring honor to the berkian name.Ā He wanted to avenge his fatherās death.
With naught but the clothes on his back and the remnants of a terrorized village, Hiccup sailed the sparsely remaining survivors south to Fornburg, where King Styrbjorn adopted his folk under his rule.Ā It was there that he learned to wield a bow, and quickly became a talented archer, one that rivaled many of their finest viking warriors. This was how he wanted the perpetrator to meet his fate; an eye for an eye, arrow for arrow.Ā Ā
It isnāt until Hiccup is tasked to go hunting in the northern wood that he experiences an epiphany.Ā With bow drawn taut and eyes locked on target, hiccup relents - he canāt even kill an animal for survival , let alone a viking in bloodlust .Ā It was a powerful , overwhelming feeling he could not pinpoint, but the reminder of his fatherās absence weighed heavily on his heart. That night, he brought home nothing and bore the shame that was to follow.Ā Since that day, Hiccup never went hunting again.
Eivor Wolf-Kissed became a close ally of his as they nearly grew up together, orphaned into the raven clan as if it were their own.Ā Eivor was a fierce drengr wrought for battle, and they shared a hatred for the man who slain their family.Ā Hiccup depended on them to finish the job he could not do, and there after Kjotveās blood pooled by their feet did he finally feel a burden lift off his shoulders.Ā Hiccup could finally breathe easy, and start anew - beginning by becoming hiccup haddock , the name of his great grandfather, to orchestrate himself a new destiny.
Hiccup followed Eivor, Sigurd and the remaining of the Raven clan to England following King Styrbjornās pledge to King Harald.Ā It was a betrayal that rippled through the snow-laden village and left the now-jarl resourceless as his once-people fled to sea.Ā It took about a week by longboat to reach the damp shores of England, in hopes to settle a new home and a new name for themselves.Ā The journey will not be easy, with saxon wars and the order of the ancients looming in every corner of the map - however, one thing is certain: hiccup is destined to bring unity to a land paralyzed by greed and endless war.Ā
Verse Notes:
Hiccup was 15 when the raid of Florli occurred, and is 23 by the end of this biography.Ā Ā
During the raid, one of Kjotveās soldiers went to shoot an arrow at an unsuspecting Hiccup, where Stoick had dove to protect his son, and in turn, died with an arrow piercing his atrial artery.Ā
How Hiccupās future plays out can be adapted per blog; plotting is heavily encouraged because this world is so open, there are many possibilities to take this!
The main ending point is still being developed; i am unsure if I want to have hiccup unify england or go back to norway; this point will evolve as i continue to play the game and come up with other ideas / and also plotting.
the reason he was considered a dragonborn was in the vision, valka saw hiccup bear dragon wings. his personality resembled that of a dragon (fierce, loyal, leader) and felt it was a prophecy more-so than an omen to the people. valka also saw that she would die soon after, but kept it a secret from stoick in order to spare his agony.
hiccup often dreams of the norse gods, who give him guidance during this difficult time. he also sees visions of his mother, whether awake or asleep. these visions are exacerbated when consuming hallucinogenic mushrooms.
toothless is his steady steed, who accompanies him during his journeys exploring new and exciting territory.
Hiccup doesnāt accompany Eivor in raids so much as he does gather supplies and explore new lands. He bears a more diplomatic role, where he takes care of his townspeople and goes to discover new land and gain allyship with the clans throughout england.Ā he is only forced to use his sword when danger arrives, but he prefers defaulting to evasive maneuvers whenever possible.Ā he is also adept at subduing animal predators so that they are less prone to attack. with this, hiccup has acquired a number of pets that he keeps back home on Ravensthorpe that isnāt his horse toothless.
heās tuned out ā-- Ā did the moment the narrative seemed to be veering towards violence and death. Ā Ā instead attention is held by the lemur beside him and the rock suspended in a sphere of air out of which the pair have made an impromptu game. Ā Ā he knows he should pay attention , Ā that itās rude to so blatantly ignore the story. Ā Ā but , Ā today , Ā aang just cannot stomach a tale of more senseless suffering. Ā Ā Ā Ā so he doesnāt.
at least he tries not to. Ā Ā but silence weighs too heavy for too long until : Ā oops ! Ā busted. Ā Ā Ā grey eyes flash wide Ā ( only for a second ) Ā as the avatar tries hard to maintain composure , Ā feigning attention to the tale with a question about seven seconds delayed. Ā Ā Ā ā and then what ? ā
ādonāt laugh.ā it comes out as a warning, or perhaps like a plea as she struggles with the grip on her cart, reindeer having run off into the forest. sure, sheās strong and can handle herself (something she holds onto deeply), but even she has her limits. her patience wore thin, resulting in a snapping quality of her voice, a venom she didnāt mean but came naturally,Ā āiām sorry, i justā i could use some help here.ā
