The Guest Busters

"Who you gonna call? GUESTBUSTERS!" We're just your friendly neighborhood Guest Busters, who are obessed with HTTYD and RTTE. Team members: thepurplewriter333, FanWriter02, animalsarepeopletoo, and katurdi.

[katurdi]

“No.”

Okay this scene was beautiful

I’m not crying you are

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THE FEELS

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“Who Knows”

“You were right, Hiccup. There’s so much more out here, and it’s beautiful.”

“This is only the beginning, Astrid. Who knows what we’ll find out here?”

-RTTE Season 1, episode 3 “Imperfect Harmony”

DeviantArt version here.

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HICCSTRIIIID!!! *squeals*

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“The Flames of Sunset”

This is my first EVER time doing a sunset- I think I did alright.

Approximate time: 3 hours

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Nice job me!

-katurdi

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Happy Father’s Day, everyone! *cackles and fades into the shadows*

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YOU LITTLE- *sobs and runs away*

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Day 2 - The moment you started shipping [Hiccstrid]

You: But, wait, the-

Me: HICCSTRID!!

You: -characters haven't even-

Me: HICCSTRID!!

You: -been introduced-

Me: HICCSTRID!!!!!!!!

You: -yet.

Me: HICCSTRID, HICCSTRID, HICCSTRID... HICCSTRIDDDDD!!! *giggles uncontrollably*

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I just had the weirdest thought… if Dagur and Heather are Hiccup’s “siblings,” then does that make Stoick their…

DAD?

HAS ANYONE ELSE HAD THIS THOUGHT?

OR IS IT JUST ME

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“I still have you.”

[thepurplewriter333]

[thepurplewriter333]

Set after the Season 4 Race to the Edge finale. While the Dragon Riders hunt down the remaining Dragon Hunters, Hiccup is injured in battle, waking long days later… only to have no idea where he is and why dragons are all over the place. Meanwhile, a forgotten enemy looms off the coast of Berk, ready to take revenge on the boy who took away everything from him- Hiccup Haddock.

Only 2 more chapters to go for HTTYH.

LET’S. DO. THIS.

[thepurplewriter333]

Modern AU. All of his life, Hiccup has always been the runt of the lot. He's constantly bullied, has a useless crush on Astrid Hofferson, the most popular girl in the school, his father couldn't care less what happened to him, and his mother is the only one who truly cares. Life seems to be at its worst when the car crash comes. But after that, absolutely everything changes.

Chapter One: Life As It Is

I’ll be honest. My life pretty much sucked.

Maybe it was because I had asthma, or the fact that I was just born small, but no matter the reason, I still remained an easy target for bullies to torment. Not that I ever complained back to them, of course. If I did, I’d be in much more trouble than I already was.

Often, I thought about standing up for myself. To face the bullies, or to confront my father who completely avoided me, and tell them all what I really thought. I sure had a lot of things to say. But the moment I reached my school, or saw my father’s sour expression when he noticed me, my courage immediately vanished. I couldn’t change the way things were. That was just life as it was.

And, soon, I learned to live with it.

Sure, some days were more painful than others, and sure I often grew irritated with my surroundings, but I kept on going. My mother was the reason why, really. She’d whisper encouraging words into my ear as she checked up on me at night, when it seemed that no one else cared, she’d always be there just to listen, and she would always stick up for me when my father’s temper was too harsh.

Oh, my father… Stoick Vast Haddock, Mayor of the quaint little town of Berk. He had only been given the job a few years back, but that was all it took for him to forget that I existed. I missed my father a lot these days, with the bullying going on at school and whatnot. He used to set aside some of his time to talk to me, or spend a day fishing at the pond when I was feeling down. He used to. Now, I barely ever seem to see him, and when I do, we usually just share a quick “hello” and “goodbye”, but he’d never even look me in the eye.

Mom always said we’d spend more time together in the future; she promised that, if I waited only a little longer, his schedule would die down.

But it never did.

In addition to family problems, I had school problems as well. No surprise there. It wasn’t that I was failing my classes. No, not at all. It just had to do with the other students. And the bullies.

First, there was the giant boy, Simon, who absolutely despised me- but everyone called him Snotlout because of a rather disgusting incident from the year before. He was the worst out of all of the other bullies, never ceasing to make fun of something I did, or cause me to trip on my way to the next class. And to top it all off, he was also my cousin, with a father that had serious anger issues teaching gym class at my school. How I was related to such people, I still had no idea.

Then there were the prankster twins, Remy (Ruff) and Tom (Tuff). Whenever anyone saw a loose guinea pig in the hallway, or a science test tube exploded confetti, the twins were always behind it. Unfortunately, they had taken a liking of using me as their “experimenter”, and I often came home with my hair smoldering with smoke, or wearing a sign that said KICK ME! on the back.

There were other bullies as well: Alvin, Dagur, Savage, and a few more. They never seemed to tire of humiliating me throughout the years.

Next was Frank, or Fishlegs. Now, he wasn’t exactly a bully, but he did hang out with the group. He never personally said something offensive to me, yet it hurt to know that he would always just stand there and watch me getting beat up without helping.

Finally, there was Amanda Hofferson- but she preferred everyone to call her Astrid, due to her love of asteroids. She was a breathtakingly beautiful girl, with a stunning blonde braid and shimmering blue eyes that would captivate anyone. But I wouldn’t want to get on her bad side any day. She was the toughest girl in the whole school, and I knew she wouldn’t hesitate to punch or kick somebody if she felt the need. I had had a crush on Astrid ever since I first laid eyes on her, and I still dreamed of her noticing me and giving me one of her rare smiles. But how could that ever happen? I didn’t even think she knew my name.

Still. Underneath all my… well… myself, I had some interesting qualities. First off, I could draw. I could sketch, paint, doodle away for hours without a care in the world. And my art wasn’t bad at all. My mother keeps on saying my art is one of the most prettiest things she’s ever seen- but then again, she’s my mother. What else could I expect her to say? I was also pretty smart for my age, and excelled in math, science, and languages. I don’t believe I’ve ever gotten below an A for a grade.

Now that all these introductions are done, you’re probably wondering who I am, why I’m here, and wondering just what kind of story I have to share.

Well, I’ll answer for you.

My name is Hiccup Haddock, and despite what everyone else believes, I’m more than I seem to be.

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BOWCUP!

Yes. That’s a thing now.

And we can’t very well say he’s pleased with it based on his expressions.

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“I looked at him...

             ...and I saw...

myself.”

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Modern AU. All of his life, Hiccup has always been the runt of the lot. He's constantly bullied, has a useless crush on Astrid Hofferson, the most popular girl in the school, his father couldn't care less what happened to him, and his mother is the only one who truly cares. Life seems to be at its worst when the car crash comes. But after that, absolutely everything changes.

Chapter One: Life As It Is

I'll be honest. My life pretty much sucked.

Maybe it was because I had asthma, or the fact that I was just born small, but no matter the reason, I still remained an easy target for bullies to torment. Not that I ever complained back to them, of course. If I did, I'd be in much more trouble than I already was.

Often, I thought about standing up for myself. To face the bullies, or to confront my father who completely avoided me, and tell them all what I really thought. I sure had a lot of things to say. But the moment I reached my school, or saw my father's sour expression when he saw me, my courage immediately vanished. I couldn't change the way things were. That was just life as it was.

And, soon, I learned to live with it.

Sure, some days were more painful than others, and sure I often grew irritated with my surroundings, but I kept going. My mother was the reason why, actually. She'd whisper encouraging words into my ear as she checked up on me at night, when it seemed that no one else cared, she'd always be there just to listen, and she would always stick up for me when my father's language was too harsh.

Oh, my father… Stoick Vast Haddock, Mayor of the quaint little town of Berk. He had only been given the job a few years back, but that was all it took for him to forget that I existed. I missed my father a lot these days, with the bullying going on at school and whatnot. He used to set aside some of his time to talk to me, or spend a day fishing at the pond when I was down. He used to. Now, I barely ever seem to see him, and when I do, we usually just share a quick "hello" and "goodbye", but he'd never even look me in the eye.

Mom always said we'd spend more time together in the future; she promised that, if I wait only a little longer, his schedule would die down.

But it never did.

In addition to family problems, I had school problems as well. No surprise there. It wasn't that I was failing my classes. No, not at all. It just had to do with the other students. And the bullies.

First, there was the giant boy, Simon, who absolutely despised me- but everyone called him Snotlout because of a rather disgusting incident from the year before. He was the worst out of all of the other bullies, never ceasing to make fun of something I did, or cause me to trip on my way to the next class. And to top it all off, he was also my cousin, with a father that had serious anger issues teaching gym class at my school. How I was related to such people, I still had no idea.

Then there were the prankster twins, Remy (Ruff) and Tom (Tuff). Whenever anyone saw a loose guinea pig in the hallway, or a science test tube exploded confetti, the twins were always behind it. Unfortunately, they had taken a liking of using me as their "experimenter", and I often came home with my hair smoldering with smoke, or wearing a sign that said KICK ME! on the back.

There were other bullies as well: Alvin, Dagur, Savage, and a few others. They never seemed to tire of humiliating me throughout the years.

Next was Fishlegs. Now, he wasn't exactly a bully, but he did hang out with the group. He never personally said something offensive to me, yet it hurt to know that he would always just stand there and watch me getting beat up without helping.

Finally, there was Amanda Hofferson- but she preferred everyone to call her Astrid, due to her love of asteroids. She was a breathtakingly beautiful girl, with a stunning blonde braid and shimmering blue eyes that would captivate anyone. But I wouldn't want to get on her bad side any day. She was the toughest girl in the whole school, and I knew she wouldn't hesitate to punch or kick somebody if she felt the need. I had had a crush on Astrid ever since I first laid eyes on her, and I still dreamed of her noticing me and giving me one of her rare smiles. But how could that ever happen? I didn't even think she knew my name.

Still. Underneath all my… well… myself, I had some interesting qualities. First off, I could draw. I could sketch, paint, doodle away for hours without a care in the world. And my art wasn't bad at all. My mother keeps on saying my art is one of the most prettiest things she's ever seen- but then again, she's my mother. What else could I expect her to say? I was also pretty smart for my age, and excelled in math, science, and languages. I don't believe I've ever gotten below an A for a grade.

Now that all these introductions are done, you're probably wondering who I am, why I'm here, and wondering just what kind of story I have to share.

Well, I'll answer for you.

My name is Hiccup Haddock, and despite what everyone else believes, I'm more than I seem to be.

I let out a tired sigh as I entered the school building. Almost automatically, I hunched over, trying to keep as invisible as I could. I wasn't in the mood for bullying today. I had had to stay up late the night before studying for a math test, and I would be too tired to try to fight back against the bullies.

Well, not that I would win, anyway.

I made it to my homeroom on time, which just happened to be math class itself. I exhaled in relief when no one tripped me in the hall. Maybe today wouldn't be that bad.

After finding my seat, I tossed my backpack on the floor and dug out my math book. The room was almost full by now, but my teacher, Mr. Ryker, still waited with obvious impatience. I frowned. I had never liked him, as he was always trying to prove me wrong or get me in some sort of trouble. And it just so happened that his younger brother, Mr. Viggo Grimborn was the principal of the whole school. That meant if I got in trouble in math class, I'd get in trouble with the principal too.

Mr. Ryker gave the clock an annoyed glare, like he wanted it to speed up. There was still one more minute before the bell rang, and he wasn't happy that he still had to wait. Finally, the steady stream of students died down, which meant everyone had taken a seat. The room was full- except, there was still one place empty.

I felt myself blushing when I realized just whose desk it was. It was hers.

"Sorry I'm late, Mr. Grimborn," I heard her say as she entered the classroom. "My dog, Stormfly, got sick last night, and my mom had to take her to the vet before dropping me off here."

My head turned in her direction, and I could feel my bright green eyes widen with awe. Astrid Hofferson was standing right there. I tried to seem relaxed, but that was impossible. Astrid is right there. Ten feet away from me. Living. Breathing. Being her beautiful self…

Mr. Ryker snapped me out of my trance with a sharp comeback to Astrid. "See that it does not happen again, Amanda."

"Astrid," Astrid corrected, shifting her backpack on her shoulder.

My math teacher rolled his eyes. "In my class, we go by our birth names. We don't go by nicknames of such."

"But what about Hiccup?" Astrid pointed out. "He has a nickname."

I froze. Astrid had said my name. She knew I existed… that I was in the same room as her…that I was someone worthy enough to know the name of... heat rushed to my cheeks. "Um, actually, it's not a nickname," I said, surprising Astrid by speaking. I doubted she'd ever even heard me talk before. "I was given the name Hiccup at birth."

Astrid blinked, studying me. I was acutely aware of her dazzling blue eyes piercing into my soul. "Really?"

All I could do was nod. She was talking to me.

"Please take a seat, Ms. Hofferson," Mr. Ryker quipped, shutting the door. "We're already late enough as it is."

Astrid nodded. "Of course, sir." She made her way through the sea of desks until she reached her own, which was on the other side of the room. I tried to make eye contact in case she wanted to acknowledge me, but she was too busy getting out her books to notice. Besides, Snotlout was in the way- and that was when he noticed I was sitting right next to him.

Snotlout glared over at me, his fists tightening on his math book. Just the way his sneer was twisted made me shiver. "You don't stand a chance with Astrid, Hiccup," he hissed, keeping his eyes on Mr. Ryker in case he would be called out. "Face it, Useless. No one likes you. And certainly not Astrid."

Oh? And she'd prefer you more? I wanted to say back, but I held my tongue. Arguing with Snotlout would only get me a sure black eye later on, and I didn't wish for that. Still, the words hurt, so I forced myself to drop my gaze and stare down at my desk, silent. I heard Snotlout snicker in triumph from beside me; my heart sunk. Yet another battle lost...

Sighing, I looked up at Mr. Ryker, not at all eager to learn the things I already knew.

As I said before, life sucked.

But it wouldn't be until later on I would realize just how much.

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Total of 5 chapters so far... please fave, follow, and review if you can! :D I’m aiming for 80 follows by chapter 6. Have a great day! :)

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Who else’s dog reminds you of Meatlug? ‘Cause my dog is SPOT ON…

Anyways, it was fun drawing these two. I’ve wanted to for awhile. They’re just so… ADORABLE. I don’t know. Maybe because, as I said before, they remind me of me and my dog. GAH, STOP RAMBLING, ANI…

Enjoy! :-)

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My favorite part of the episode

*giggles convulsively*

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Chapter 4 is up!

SUMMARY: For the Dancing and the Dreaming: To celebrate their betrothal, Hiccup asks Astrid to perform a dance his own parents did, many years ago...

Here it is...

For the Dancing and the Dreaming:

"Congratulations, Hiccup!"

"Well done, Chief!"

"Can't wait for the celebration...!"

Chief Hiccup Haddock of the Hairy Hooligan Tribe of Berk nodded respectfully at the villagers who passed him. "Thank you. Yes, I look forward to it, too. I'll see you there."

Berk was in a time of joyousness. Today was the marking point that two months had passed since Hiccup had become chief. Over that short time, he had done some incredible feats, such as improve the village, fight off a tribe of invaders, and keep the peace at the same time. He deserved to be celebrated over. It was tradition, too, to see how far the chief had come after two months by having a party, which would take place in a mere two days.

"Soon to be a big day, huh?" said Astrid, who stood next to Hiccup. The pair were now betrothed. Hiccup had proposed a couple of weeks ago- and the village was partly celebrating that at the chief's party.

"Uh-huh," Hiccup replied, shifting. "One of the biggest days of my life."

"Hey, you aren't worried, are you?"

"Nah... me? No... of course not..."

Astrid raised her eyebrows. "Alright..."

Hiccup glanced at her. "I'm serious."

"So am I."

Hiccup sighed, knowing that this argument was already another win of Astrid's. "Anyways... this isn't just a big day for me. It is for both of us. We celebrate our betrothal very soon- we postponed the party just so we can do it at the celebration in front of everyone."

Astrid smiled at Hiccup and lightly touched his shoulder. "Yes, I know."

"And I've got something planned."

"What?" said Astrid, oblivious to what Hiccup wanted.

Hiccup turned to completely face Astrid and held her hands in his. She took into account that he was grinning. "I want us to dance."

Astrid pulled away at those words. "Dance?"

"Yes," Hiccup confirmed. "To 'For the Dancing and the Dreaming.' It's what my parents danced to at their betrothal celebration. I was thinking that, since it's a classic, we could do the same. You know, to carry on the tradition."

"But..." Astrid's eyes were distant as she thought. "That'd mean we'd have to sing, as well."

"I suppose, yes."

Astrid crossed her arms. "I won't do it."

"Why? Don't you know the dance?"

"Yes, but-"

"And the lyrics?"

"Yes, but-"

Hiccup once again cut her off, this time with a kiss on the cheek. "Then it's decided. The night of the party, we'll perform it for the village. Now, I have to go check on something. Chiefly duties. We'll practice a couple of times this week. I'll see you later, milady." With one last kiss, he was gone, leaving Astrid fuming and a little annoyed.

"Fine," she muttered. "I'll do it, dragon boy... but only for you."

She cast one last look at Hiccup's disappearing figure over the hill, then turned away, wondering what in Valhalla she was going to do.

***

Over the next couple of days, Astrid and Hiccup would spend their nights going over the dance. It seemed flushed and awkward to Astrid the first time they did it.

"Remind we why we're doing this again?" said Astrid as Hiccup twirled her in a circle.

Hiccup pulled her back in, then spun them. "Because I want to celebrate our betrothal. It's not every day someone is engaged." He grinned at her.

Astrid wanted to swat at him, but they were doing the dance and couldn't without slipping them up. "I know that, Hiccup. But..."

"But what?"

Astrid couldn't quite come up with a reason. Was she hesitant to dance? Sing? She didn't quite know. "I guess nothing..." She smiled as Hiccup twirled her again. "You think we can do this?"

Hiccup raised an eyebrow. "We're Hiccup and Astrid. We can do anything and everything."

At that, Astrid had to smirk. Because it was true. Together, they could accomplish whatever they wanted to.

***

"Hiccup Haddock III...," growled Astrid. She was glaring at her betrothed, though she wasn't angry- just more of distressed. "You said we'd have more time to practice."

It was a couple of minutes before the betrothal part of party began, and Hiccup and Astrid had been too tired after the Chief's celebration part of the party to go over the dance one more time. They were now standing outside of the Great Hall, Vikings filing in past them. Astrid was worried that the dance would go wrong, as they'd only practiced it a couple of times- and the singing part only once.

"I'm so sorry, Astrid," Hiccup apologized, looking so guilty that Astrid immediately forgave him. "I ran into Toothless, and... we tried to catch up with each other."

Astrid's heart softened. "Oh. Well, it's alright."

The newest alpha of the dragons was having a bit of a hard time getting used to controlling all of the dragons. He was so busy most of the time that Hiccup and him didn't get to see each other much anymore. Sometimes, Toothless wouldn't come home at night because he was too busy. Astrid hated to see when Hiccup's hopeful expression collapsed into disappointment. The two were best friends. It was cruel that they were separated so much.

"Is... is Toothless coming?" Astrid asked.

Hiccup sighed. "No... he couldn't. Too busy with something."

Astrid felt a pang of pity. "I'm sorry."

"Thanks...," said Hiccup. "Still... I'm sorry." He straightened, then offered an arm to Astrid. "Are you ready, milady?"

Astrid linked her right arm with his left. "Always."

The entered the room.

Loud din filled their ears when they came deeper in the Hall. The pair quietly took their place in front of the room. Astrid felt uncomfortable as she looked around at the growing crowd. She was wearing a dress- something she had only agreed to for tonight. She preferred her skirt, shirt, and armor more to these garments.

"Attention, people of Berk!" Hiccup called into the crowd. The people in the room silenced at their chief's voice.

"We gather here again tonight to celebrate the betrothal of the amazing Astrid Hofferson and myself." Hiccup's grin was so huge that Astrid couldn't keep a happy smirk off of her own face. "We've decided to remember this day by doing a dance for you all... a dance my parents did at their wedding."

Astrid scanned the congregation to find Valka covering her mouth, overwhelmed by memories.

"Astrid and I are going to perform, 'For the Dancing and the Dreaming.'"

The chief faced Astrid and sucked in a breath. Astrid could tell he was a little nervous and offered him a smile. Hiccup's shoulders relaxed at her comfort, and he began to sing in a gentle voice...

"I'll swim and sail on savage seas

"With never a fear of drowning..."

Hiccup's voice was surprisingly pleasing to hear, and Astrid felt a sort of exhilaration fill her that she hadn't felt any of the other times they had rehearsed.

"And gladly ride the waves of life

If you would marry me

No scorching sun nor freezing cold

Will stop me on my journey

If you will promise me your heart..."

He offered her his hand, the start of the dance.

"And love..."

Astrid clasped his hand tightly, beginning her part. She pushed past her anxiousness and only thought of how much she loved Hiccup.

"And love me for eternity

"My dearest one, my darling dear..."

Everyone was taken aback at the sort of sweetness in the fierce warrior's voice. Astrid ignored the people's reactions, focusing on Hiccup alone. They began the real dance, and Astrid allowed herself a smile.

"Your mighty words astound me

But I've no need for mighty deeds

When I feel your arms around me."

Hiccup pulled back his arms from Astrid's shoulders, then grabbed Astrid's hands and started to do a kind of merry jig. Astrid was stunned. This wasn't part of the dance! So why was Hiccup doing this? She watched as he grinned at her, like this had been his plan all along. Hiccup seemed to be improvising... improvising on his joy alone.

"But I would bring you rings of gold

I'd even sing you poetry-"

Astrid chuckled, and muttered, "Oh, would you?"

"And I would keep you from all harm

If you would stay beside me."

Astrid joined in, doing random spins that Hiccup reacted to perfectly, and laughing with delight. It was just her and him in her mind. No one else.

"I have no use for rings of gold

"I care not for your poetry

"I only want your hand to hold-"

Hiccup grinned, then shouted with such passion,

"I only want you near me!"

Astrid beamed as Hiccup twirled her, bursting with joy. They started to sing together.

"To love and kiss to sweetly hold

For the dancing and the dreaming-"

They were now dancing out of pure love. And, strangely, this dance seemed better than the original.

"Through all life's sorrows

"And delights

"I'll keep your laugh inside me!

"I'll swim and sail a savage seas

"With never a fear of drowning

"I'd gladly ride the waves so white-"

Hiccup pulled Astrid close enough to kiss as they both sang the last line.

"And you will marry me!"

Caught up in the moment, Hiccup leaned forward and kissed her. Still smiling, Astrid did not protest, and was almost sad when they had to withdraw back to face the audience. Her heart was pounding rapidly in her chest- not from nervousness, but from the euphoria of their affection.

They were met with a thunderous applause of cheering and stomping. Astrid knew why... that song... they had been amazing.

Hiccup glanced at his betrothed. He was still holding her hand. And Astrid didn't think she'd ever want to let go.

"I love you, milady," he whispered. Through all of the noise, no one heard what he said... except Astrid. And those words... they meant everything to her.

She smiled at the man she so dearly loved, tears pricking her eyes. "Me too. So... so much."

And as they turned back to the adoring crowd, Astrid didn't see a tribe of celebrating Vikings. She only saw Hiccup. Her betrothed. Her best friend. Her love. It was just the two of them... forever and always.