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[rideonwings]

The Talk

A/N: This idea was eating away at my brain for almost a month, but I never had time to sit down and write it… except at work. Oops.

A few things before we begin: While the premise of this is funny and awkward, this fic really isn’t meant to be. I feel like this is the conversation that needs to be had with teenage boys, more than just the regular ol’ birds and bees. We always see the super romantic fluffy fics with everyone getting off their first time and being instantly good at sex… let me tell you, not my experience. Therefore, I wanted a conversation about how the key to good sex is really about understanding your partner, rather than just making Hiccup instantly a sex god… I may do follow ups on this, but again… I can only write at work, so…. We’ll see.

I also really wanted to write from Stoick’s point of view, but not sure how well I actually captured him.

Comments & constructive criticism is always appreciated. I did write this really fast, so I apologize for any typos and mistakes.

Takes place after RTTE, before HTTYD2

Word vomit over. On ff.net here https://m.fanfiction.net/s/13358746/1/The-Talk

The Talk

As he slid off Skullcrusher with a thud, Stoick gave a deep sigh of relief. It was good to be back on home soil. As much as he appreciated the efficiency of riding dragons, he missed the days of sailing from a comfort perspective. Sitting abreast a large dragon for twelve hours at a time wore at his old joints.

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[rideonwings]

Fic: The Raid Mishap

I wrote a thing. I haven’t written a fic in over 5 years, so this feels very strange. I’m not sure how things work anymore…. 

Comments are appreciated. 

Title: The Raid Mishap

Rating: PG-13 for language and blood.

Pairing: Hiccstrid

Summary: Set between HTTYD 2 & THW. Raids don’t always go as planned.

Read on FF.net here - https://m.fanfiction.net/s/13287398/1/The-Raid-Mishap

“I think that’s all of them guys, wings up!” Hiccup called, dodging a swinging mace and clubbing a faceless attacker with the back of his sword as he spun around to look for Toothless. There was a loud clang of a metal cage door from behind him before and the cry of a hunter that had gotten stuck it the way and suddenly his dragon was underneath him in a way that was practiced to perfection.

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[frozerella]

False Start (3/3)

And, okay. Looking at their hands, with a plastic ring on each, was definitely not on the list of things he had expected to witness today. Or ever. - Or the Fake Dating AU where Hiccup and Astrid, each other’s best friends, decide to get engaged as a senior year prank. Except nobody’s really surprised. Except for Hiccup and Astrid themselves.

Read the first chapter here  Read the second chapter here

Read this story on AO3 & FF.net (the links will redirect you to the 3rd chapter)

Two weeks went by really fast, and everybody at Berk Gymnasium was already used to the fact that Hiccup and Astrid were engaged. Them kissing, holding hands and sending each other loving looks every other minute was now part of the everyday life at their school, and nobody paid much attention to them anymore.

Hiccup hadn’t expected for it all to be this easy. In fact, he had thought that their prank would blow up in their faces because nobody would believe them. Like, who the fuck gets engaged out of nowhere, and to top it off, do it at the age of 18?

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[the-dragon-central]

"Daddy, why do you only have one leg when Mommy has two?"

Hello! This request was written by @astrid-foreverythingelse! Hope you enjoy!

“Daddy, why do you only have one leg when Mommy has two?”

Hiccup looked up from the vegetables he was chopping into the curious eyes of his daughter across from him.  A piece of parchment with a crude drawing of sheep in a pasture lay forgotten in front of her.  However, the charcoal remained in her hand as she absentmindedly fiddled with it, waiting patiently for her father’s response.

Hiccup glanced down at his prosthetic and then back to his daughter.  “I have two legs!  See?” he said, stepping around the table and dancing in a small circle.

Zephyr laughed.  “No, Daddy!  How come Mommy has two normal legs and you have a metal one!”

“Well, I’d hardly call your mother’s legs normal,” he joked, earning him a punch in the arm from his wife.  She scooped up some of the vegetables and playfully glared at him, crossing the room to the firepit as Hiccup massaged his sore arm.

“Daddy,” Zephyr insisted through giggles.  “Uncle Tuffie said a troll took it ‘acuz you wouldn’t give him a buckle off your s’irt.  Is that true?”

Astrid snorted over by the firepit, and Hiccup rolled his eyes.  “You’re absolutely right Zephyr,” Astrid said before Hiccup could say a word.  “Your Daddy loves his shirt buckles so much that he let a troll take his leg instead of losing one.”

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[fan-writer02]

Hello! I was wondering about how Hiccup's children would react when their dad has a phantom pain from his leg :p would they run to get Astrid?

I don’t think this was meant as a writing prompt, but I’m sorry, I just had to write something for it! This is an amazing idea that I haven’t thought about… I wonder how many times Hiccup’s had to hide his phantom pains from the kids? I’m sure they don’t happen as often anymore, but surely they still happen. Especially with the changing of seasons.

So here you are. Let the whump commence. *claps* :3

Alone

Hiccup woke with a jolt only to find himself covered in a thin layer of cold sweat. He rolled over and heaved into the slop bucket beneath the bed. As he shook and quivered from the pain, he drew his leg against his chest. He wondered if one of these bouts would kill him someday. During the worst of it, Hiccup would ponder whether death would be a mercy. Shaking off the dark thoughts, he fell back against the furs, biting hard on his tunic sleeve.

He shakily reached an arm to Astrid’s side of the bed. It was empty. He looked about the room in search of his wife but she was nowhere to be found. When his eyes found the window, he realized. It was dawn. Astrid was already up and preparing for the day. She was probably out in the Forrest for some “Me Time” before the kids woke.

Hiccup stifled a sob. There was no way he could do this alone. He’d never had before. Since… Since Toothless had left, Astrid had always been there for him. Or, one time, his Mom. And before that, Toothless had always been there to comfort him and wrap him in strong warm wings and croon him into a fitful sleep.

He trembled when another tremor of pain snaked up his leg. He could feel it. It was being torn from his body for the hundredth time in his life.

He couldn’t help the cry that escaped. Rolling over and off the bed, he stumbled towards the door. The kids would wake up soon. Usually, they’d toddle into their bedroom and jump on him until he woke up.

The last thing he wanted them to see was their Daddy in pain. And the last thing he wanted to do in that moment was try to hide it from innocent children.

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[chiefhiccstrid]

hello, yes, I’m calling to order 10 of those cutouts of QUEEN.

[haddock-the-third]

oh no german voice actors :(

[little0cinnamonroll]

Television in 2019 is going to be lit

Captain Marvel

Avengers Endgame

IT: Chapter Two

How To Train Your Dragon 3

Spider-man: Far From Home

Detective Pikachu

Game of Thrones Season 8

Stranger Things Season 3

[cheddar-penguin]

snotlout’s kiss

Whaaaat I actually wrote something?? and finished it????? and in one day???

omg. yes i wrote a hiccstrid modern au drabble. I feel so productive. 

As Hiccup is leaving for a party, Snotlout tells Hiccup to give Astrid a kiss for him.

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“That looks stupid.”

Hiccup rolled his eyes as he heard his cousin’s words and continued to attempt to calm his hair down, squinting into the mirror.

“Then again,” continued Snotlout. “You always look stupid.”

The shorter, squatter of the two was draped over Hiccup’s couch, fiddling with his phone and picking at a plate of microwaved (and expired) pizza rolls. He had been wearing the same clothes for three days and hadn’t showered in four. The couch was starting to mold to his body—and stench.

Normally, this would be typical behavior for Snotlout. But the swollen throat, running nose, eye bags, and the puke bucket sitting atop the coffee table revealed that he was, in fact, quite sick.

“I’m ignoring you,” Hiccup said. He combed a hand through his hair, contemplating whether to run some gel through it or not. The thought perished quickly as he remembered hearing some girls say they actually like the messy-hair look. With that in mind, he fluffed his hair more.

The roles of the cousins were swapped that night. Hiccup was the one who was usually planted on the sofa, working studiously on the paper due the following week, while Snotlout hadn’t gone to class in a number of days and was suiting up to get wasted.

But Snotlout was sick—when he refuses to go out on the weekend, you know something’s really wrong—and Hiccup had no homework. It wasn’t supposed to be a rager, and there were people he actually associated with that were going to be there. And of course, Astrid Hofferson.

Ever since seeing her in that Norse Mythology class sophomore year, Hiccup had been infatuated with Astrid. Her sparkling blue eyes, perfectly pink cheeks, wide smile, and no-bullshit attitude captivated him and tore him apart. Becoming friends with her was one of the best and one of the worst things: hanging out with her was awesome, but hiding his intense crush for her was always a battle.

The party was at the apartment that Astrid shared with Heather and Ruffnut, who were also good friends of Hiccup’s. She had come up to him in the library as he was hunched over notes for his experimental physics class, looking like a Victoria’s Secret model in her oversized, stained sweatshirt and messy braid, and invited him. He had never said “yes” faster to anything in his life.

There was a problem, though, in having a thing for Astrid Hofferson. Snotlout also had a thing for her. Except, Snotlout’s thing, Hiccup would argue, was that he just wanted to get into her pants.

“Of course I’m the one that sick,” complained Snotlout as he chucked a pizza roll at the TV. “I’m the one that should be going. Hofferson is going to be devastated.”

“I’m sure she will be,” Hiccup said, buttoning the last button on his shirt.

Hiccup slipped into his shoes and was grabbing his keys when something small hit the back of his head and fell with a splat onto the floor. He picked up the pizza roll that Snotlout threw and chucked it back at him.

“Dude.” Hiccup ducked his way toward the door. “Stop.”

“Whatever, you twig,” Snotlout laughed. “Make sure to give Astrid a kiss for me!”

Hiccup darted out the door before he could be pelted by any more pizza rolls, glad he could get out of the apartment that reeked of disease and body odor, heading toward a different apartment that would reek of beer and body odor.

Hiccup walked the ten minutes to Astrid’s apartment. He could hear the music before he could see her building, and he almost contemplated turning around and going back. But the thought of Snotlout stinking up his living room and talking about Astrid naked made him want to be anywhere except his place.

Climbing up the stairs two at a time, Hiccup heard a scream and a shout, followed by two sets of cackles.

The twins.

Well, he definitely wouldn’t be bored at this shindig.

“Hiccup!”

He wasn’t paying attention as he was walking and almost ran into her.

“Astrid! Hi, Astrid. Hey. Sorry.”

She was wearing a simple black dress, pink lipstick, and her hair in its usual braid. Her eyes shined and her smile glittered. She was breathtaking.

“You made it! I’m glad.”

“Yeah,” said Hiccup, scratching the back of his neck. “Wouldn’t wanna miss it. Turn down a personal invitation? Are you kidding me?”

She laughed and his heart stopped.

“I just was escaping the twins and their drinking games for a minute,” Astrid explained, taking another step down. “Do you wanna join?”

“Of course,” Hiccup said. “After what I’ve heard from them already, I don’t know if I want to go in there. And I haven’t even seen them yet.”

“I don’t blame you.”

They made their way outside, Hiccup holding the door for her as they stepped into the cool night.

Small talk about classes, her cross country season, and graduation ensued, but Hiccup was only half-present. He was more focused on how she twiddled her fingers when she talked, how she tucked her hair behind her ear, and how she drew circles on the pavement with the tip of her shoe.

“Is Snotlout not here?” she asked, and his heart dropped momentarily. Hiccup figured she probably wanted Snotlout to be there and was disappointed that he wasn’t. She cared about whether he was at her party or not. She was probably thinking about Snotlout the entire time they were talking.

Hiccup really wanted a beer at that moment.

“No,” Hiccup replied, looking down at the ground. “He’s really sick. Stinking up my apartment and eating all my soup and pizza rolls.”

Astrid laughed her beautiful laugh. “I’m almost glad. He won’t be after my ass the whole night and drunkenly declaring his love for me.”

The world felt like it lifted its weight off of Hiccup’s shoulders.

“His roommates wouldn’t let him stay home when he got sick, so they dumped him off on me. How do you think I feel? With him living with me, sick?”

“I’m so sorry.”

“Thanks. It’s just hard focusing on aerodynamic functions when he’s barfing up dinner in the next room over.”

“Yikes,” Astrid said, tucking hair behind her ear. “I’m glad I don’t have to see him sick. It sounds a lot worse than how he is normally.”

“He wanted to come tonight,” Hiccup chuckled. “But he actually had a sliver of common sense and stayed behind. He’s still himself; telling me to kiss you for him while I’m here.”

Hiccup cursed himself, Snotlout, and every other being that existed on the face of the earth for rambling out that last part.

He was glad it was dark—shame and embarrassment hit him full force as he closed his eyes, not wanting to see her face as she heard what he said.

“He did?”

He could hear her grin.

“Yes. No. Maybe. Sort of.” You are so stupid, Hiccup. So, so so-

“Well, are you gonna do it?”

The world stopped spinning.

“What?” he blurted, eyes snapping open and eyebrow cocking. That was not the response he had expected. Actually, if he had a list of answers he would have expected from her, it would be at the very, very bottom of the list. Nothing could have prepared him for it.

Astrid rolled her eyes and put a hand on a hip. “It would only be the polite thing to do, right?”

“Stop joking around.” Hiccup felt his heart beat faster and faster.

“Stop being a terrible cousin.”

Hiccup couldn’t tell if she wanted him to kiss her or not. She sent so many mixed signals and signs, she was a puzzle that was impossible to figure out.

Letting go of the breath he didn’t know he was holding, he stepped toward her, leaned down—she was a lot shorter up close, wasn’t she—and pecked her cheek. Even the act of barely kissing her cheek made his heart go wild and his face flame bright red.   

“Really, Haddock?” she said, a smirk playing on her lips. “That’s your kiss?”

“No,” he said. The words falling out of his mouth weren’t his. They were words from a more suave, smooth Hiccup that had taken over him. He couldn’t help what he was saying. “That was Snotlout’s kiss.”

Astrid raised an eyebrow with a tiny smile. “What’s yours?”

OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD, ran through Hiccup’s mind because Astrid Hofferson just flirted with him and suggested that he kiss her.

He looked into her blue, blue eyes that were so, so beautiful and felt her soft, soft hand grab his. They were incredibly close, their breaths mixing in the small space between them as Hiccup could make out each faded freckle that was splashed on her nose.

Gazing into her eyes and feeling every emotion at once and his heart running at a thousand beats a minute, his hand made its way to her jaw and he found himself closing the last of the gap in between them.

Nothing had ever felt more right when they kissed. His eyes were shut but he saw stars. As he felt her arms snake their way around his neck, he pulled her closer and smiled against her mouth. To have dreamt of this moment for two years, and to finally have it come true, was perfect bliss.

They pulled apart, foreheads resting on each other. Astrid’s hands cupped his face and her thumbs stroked his cheeks. He kept his arms wrapped around her waist.

“I think I like Hiccup’s kiss more,” Astrid said with a grin.

“You have no idea how long I’ve waiting to do that,” was all Hiccup could say.

“Eh, I have an idea. You’re not that subtle.”

Before he could respond, she pulled him down to kiss him again.

Hiccup had never been more thankful for Snotlout’s disease-ridden and loud mouth saying stupid things.

i hope that wasn’t too bad, i’m just proud that i had an original idea for once and actually found the motivation to bust out 1700 words. 

if u like it pls give it a little love its my only motivation rn

thx for reading byee :)

[oneill5491-deactivated20241025]

As much as I loathe recording TV screens with a smartphone, thought I would do this to show Toothless’ appearance at the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade for those of you that missed it.  I think they did a great job of promoting the franchise and last upcoming movie.  Also liked that they added the soundtrack cue “Astrid Goes For A Spin”.

[leiko-tomago]

let's explain the httyd fandom using only httyd gifs

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[inthetags]

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[colombianboacarl]

Just… dragons.

Dragons. Reblog if you agree.

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[astrxd]

hey! so I guess you're pretty busy and i hope things are going find and wish you nothing but good luck ☺️☺️. I have a prompt! Im watching s3 of rtte and an idea just came to my brain. When Heather arrives in ep 7 of s3 Fishlegs says that she's staying with Astrid, what if at night Hiccup is like overwhelmed by thoughts, totally forgets abt that and decides to go to Astrid's hut and the two of them have to make a silly excuse or you know

A/N: Hello! <3 Thank you so much for your kind words, and for this lovely prompt! I sincerely appreciate it, and I hope that what I’ve whipped up suffices. Please do feel free to send in another, my dude! :’) (*Note: Takes place during 03x07. Not S4 compliant.)

Emergency (Alternatively titled ‘Future’)

Hiccupwas seated at his desk with several pieces of parchment spread outbefore him: one depicted the immediate waters surrounding the Edge,while another was a census of Nadders, organized by time, flocknumber, altitude, and direction. The third, however…

Thethird was simply a myriad of scribbles and doodles and scribbled-outdoodles, all completed while he made fruitless attempts to connectdisparate dots and mismatching puzzle pieces. Hiccup stared down atthe map and furrowed his brow, glancing between two documents, tryingto make sense of the numbers–

(He tapped the metal of hisprosthesis against the wooden floorboards of his hut. He drummed hisfingers on the surface of the table. He cast his gaze toward thecorner of the room, momentarily letting it linger on a slumberingToothless… Before scrubbing a hand down his face as he rose fromhis seat.)

–Even after half an hour of trying to analyze thedata, the figures glaring up at him still didn’tmake sense.

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[astrxd]

Hiccstrid are you flirting with me

“Wait,”Hiccup said, stopping in his tracks and putting his hands up in frontof him in a ‘pause’ manner. “Are you flirtingwithme?”

Thoughhis tone was incriminating and accusatory, there was no denying thenote of amusement – and confusion – that it held. Coupled with theglint in his eyes as he lifted an eyebrow… As a result, Astridcouldn’t help but cautiously slide her gaze toward Hiccup as he looked at the other viking they were conversing with.

Theviking, who was from a completely foreign tribe.

Thatthey just so happened to come across during one of their mappingexpeditions.

…Whowas also so obviouslyhittingon Hiccup.

Shecouldn’t blame the girl. When a mysterious, handsome, green-eyeddragon rider with a charming smile swoops into your village, tryingto catch his eye was a pretty reasonable way to respond.

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[astrxd]

Stopping Time

A/N: Exc i te dh u mm i ng. Basically, they’re ridiculously close friends and Astrid’s been stressin’ but it’s okay because there’s cute conversations and jokes. I love ‘em to pieces. Modern AU. :) 

Hiccup loved Friday nights, because Friday nights were his Astrid Nights. Basically, after winter break drew to a close, they quickly became the only time of the week where Hiccup could actually spend time with his (human) best friend.

But hey, he was willing to take what he could get.

They alternated both their location and their activities weekly–some evenings were movie marathons in his living room, and others were game night at her house, but they’ve recently consisted of Astrid being too exhausted to do anything other than curl up on his bed and half-consciously mumble everything else it was that she had to do during the weekend, all with Toothless curled up at her feet as he kneaded at her legs.

And, really–with three AP classes on her plate, alongside various other extra curricular activities weighing her down, Hiccup couldn’t blame her for needing the occasional night dedicated solely to catching up on sleep that he knows she skips out on from time to time. Plus, what kind of person wasn’t there for their best friend when said friend was prone to suffering from sleep deprivation-induced hysteria? He was certainly no superhero, but that was a task even he could accomplish.

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[astrxd]

Hey! Merry Christmas!!! I don't know if you are taking requests but could you write some hiccstrid snoggletog/Christmas for us? I wish u all the best this Christmas

A/N: Merry Christmas, happy Snoggletog, and happy Holidays!!! <3 You asked, and I deliver–I was more than happy to write holiday Hiccstrid. :) I do have a Snoggletog fic in mind, and I may or may not post it–but here’s a modern AU in which our two lovely nerds are totally “just friends” spending Christmas with one another. Because I’m total a sucker for this stuff. I hope this suffices, my friend! xx(This actually ended up getting kinda long–like, 7k words long. Because I wasn’t strong enough to cut out any particular scenes. I am weak, I apologize.)

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

“Astrid?”

“Yeah?”

“It doesn’t feel like Christmas.”

Despite the presence of a massive,elaborately decorated tree strung up with twinkling lights, softholiday music drifting from the living room stereo, and the heavyblanket of snow draped over the entirety of Berk… It was hard forHiccup to grasp onto the spirit of the season. Shortly, Astrid madeher way back to the sofa from the kitchen, two mugs in hand and a curious look on her face.

“Duh. It’s Christmas Eve.”

“No, no–I mean, it just. I’m not… feeling festive, for some reason? Uh. Also, thanks, but I’m–I’m good, on the, uh, eggnog–”

“It’s hot chocolate, youdweeb,” Astrid snorted, passing him one of the cups as shereclaimed her seat beside him, legs pulled up to her chest and feettucked beneath her.

“…Oh. Thanks, then.”

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[haddock-the-third]

Im crying