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Here I have drawn a great scene from How to Seize a Dragonās Jewel
Finding out that Fishlegs was alive was one of the best moments in the Httyd books,Ā
The books are by Cressida Cowell, so all credit for the writing and characters goes to her!Ā
Hello, these are some of my favorite quotes from Hiccup, Fishlegs, Camicazi and Snotlout respectively, or at least quotes from their some of their best scenes in the books, it was hard to pick just one since the books have so many great moments!
Is there an active fandom for the How to Train Your Dragon books. I need to know because I just rediscovered the series and I am freaking the hell out.
A small doodle for his birthday, itās only once every four years!
Happy Birthday Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III.
Hi folks! Long time no posting art here...itās been awhile.
As I said before, Iām more active on instagram now, and no longer posting arts here (my Tumblr has turned into TS4 junk š). But I decided to upload this one piece here, to celebrate the Kingās birthday. As I know that many HTTYD books fans are in Tumblr, I wanted to share it here.
Happy Birthday Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III, King of the Wilderwest!
If youāre interested in my other artworks you can search me on instagram: @ieatpockey.
Happy Birthday to Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Third, Dragon Whisperer, and King of the Wilderwest.
Happy birthday to him ā„ļø 29-2-2020
TODAY
The first time Hiccup celebrates his birthday, he is confused.
There he is, and there they all are, cheering and clapping. He does not really understand it, of course, because he is four years old and things get blurred at that age.
Nowadays, he only remembers his fatherās round, rough face bursting with an unusual merriment, and the unfamiliar bubble of something twisting his stomach which might have been excitement, and his mother being there for once, solid and safe, and maybe even the sick bloating of eating too much at a feast.
Most of it, though, is as blurred as Gobberās drunken speech, or is simply gone, empty, like the seat saved for a cousin who refused to come.
The second time Hiccup celebrates his birthday, he is angry.
One day, he says, just one little day, in four years, and she hasnāt come.
His father, the merriment still there but slipping, tries and fails to be tactful, understanding, wise.
The seat on his left remains empty, and the cold February wind blows the absent adventuress further away on the back of the storm.
The third time Hiccup celebrates his birthday, he is accepting.
He is accepting, and he puts out one less chair, because he has no choice.
He is accepting, and he follows on another adventure without remorse, because he cannot do anything else.
He is accepting, and he lets his friends fill the gap his mother has left, because he would not refuse help from those who love him.
He is accepting, and he lets the bittersweet roll over him, knowing that nothing will ever be perfect.
The fourth time Hiccup celebrates his birthday, he is thoughtful.
And he thinks about age, because he feels age now, slowly weighing down on him even as he remains in his teens. It is not that he feels old, only that he does not feel young. He is in his teens, but he is not sure what that means. Is he between youth and adulthood? Or is he simply apart from all of that? Will he be a teen forever, not in years, but in the state of being stuck in the middle?
He thinks about what has changed, because everything has changed, for good and for bad. He thinks of the fragments of the first birthday still in his head. There are still cheers and claps, there is still a fatherās merry face, there is still a great feast and a drunken Gobber and a happily present mother and a twisting of a stomach. There is still a missing cousin.
But it is different now. Maybe this change is simply in the clarity of the day, the proof of the twelve years that have passed. Or maybe this change is in the crown upon his head, the battle scars, and the new faces, the new laws, the new peace. Asking anybody else, Hiccup thinks they would suggest the latter explanation, but he knows that the two explanations are one and the same, because time is what has changed, age, and growth.
The day wanders on, and Hiccup thinks. But he also welcomes the thought, because he found out in his twelfth year that acceptance of the bittersweet is the only thing that can carry us forward.
So Hiccup thinks, and considers, and remembers, but he also smiles, and it is a truer smile than any on his three birthdays previous.
Because there he is, and there they all are, cheering and clapping.
And he understands completely.Ā
I reckon all us Dragonmarkers are pretty clear that today is Hiccupās Birthday Eve, which is, of course, amazing. But Iāve been thinking, and I realised thereās so many untold stories weāre missing here. Hiccup never passes a birthday during the war. Surely, however, everyone else does - it goes on for at least a year. And y'all know what that means, donāt you?
That, my friends, means ANGST.
Letās start off light, with Valhallarama, since I donāt really imagine she has much time for birthdays. Sheās got used to being alone with only her Silver Phantom, sitting around a campfire, knowing that sheās a year older and not a year closerĀ to achieving her quest, or seeing her loved ones again. Often she forgets completely, or loses track of the time, but that doesnāt really matter to her. It only really matters when she forgets Hiccup. Her husband understands when she forgets his birthday, her father understands, her dragon understands. But a son whose birthday only comes once every four years? Even a wandering warrior like her knows she would feel at least a little self-disgust for missing that, or at the very least failing to write. But I digress.
True to form, she forgets her own birthday in the year of the Dragon Rebellion. Thereās too much else going on. It is Stoick who remembers, as he sets out on another amber-hunting mission, gazing out over nothing but sand and despair. He wonders, he prays, he wishes. He hopes, he hopes against hope, that she is out there, that she is alive, that she is thinking of home, that sheĀ might even come and save him.
He remembers his own birthday, as well, but he doesnāt say anything to the Company of the Amber-Hunters. Whatās the point? He used to be a Chief. He used to have a feast by the whole tribeĀ in hisĀ honour. Now, what is he, really? Nothing but a sorry slave like all the rest.
It turns out that he doesnāt need to say anything. He has forgotten who he has with him. Baggybum and Gobber know that they would never forget the birthday of their ChiefĀ - no matter whatĀ title he holds at that moment.
And so the Company of the Amber-Hunters pass the day. They have no feast, no gifts, no gatherings, no celebrations at all -Ā save for the singing. Ā
Nobody can take away their song.
Now, Snotlout. Thatās an interesting case. Snotloutās birthday falls in his spell as Chief. But itās quite, quite different to the birthdays Stoick enjoyed as Chief. Not that the tribespeople forget. Alvin does. But the tribespeople donāt, because Snotlout is in charge, and he doesnāt allow it. His friends prepare a grand feast, the rapidly dwindling supplies meaning nothing. Everyone is gathered in the Great Hall. And they eat. And there is silence.
Snotlout almost cannot take it.
It is then that he nearly loses control, because it doesnāt need to be spoken.
At that feast, the silence is enough to tell everyone that nobody loves Snotlout.
Not anymore.
Okay, then, what about Camicazi? Camicazi likes a party.
Itās a shame her birthday doesnāt fall in the period she is helping the slaves escape, because a midnight break-in with her sidekicks would be just the way Camicazi would celebrate a birthday.
It actually falls in the period in theĀ hideout. She does remember, but she isnāt really expecting anything to happen.Ā To her surprise, it does. Nobody can do much, of course. But Fishlegs writes a poem, and Hiccup talks. To the old Camicazi, it wouldnāt seem anything at all. But to her now, it means everything.
As for Fishlegs - Fishlegs doesnāt have a birthday. Or at least, he doesnāt know it, and they had to make it up.
HiccupĀ and Camicazi were the only human beings to ever really markĀ Fishlegsā birthday, but he doesnāt expect anything at all this time. He doesnāt even remember.
When Hiccup wakes him early, he is confused, not least because Hiccup looks so apologetic. Then his best friendĀ blabbers something about ānot being sure exactly what day it is, sorry if itās not right, we had to do something!ā
Fishlegs looks around the HideoutĀ in confusion, then his eyes land on theĀ wall opposite. Camicazi, Shadow and the otherĀ dragons are clustered expectantly around something on it. He jams his glasses onto his face, and reads the word that has been written there.
āRemember.ā
It is a little messy, and scrawled on with charcoal. Underneath, Hiccup has drawn a beautiful three-headed dragon, with the figure of a girl upon its back.
He looks anxious. āWe wanted to honour her properly, here in her own place, and itās your birthday, and Shadowāā
He is cut off by the look on Fishlegsā face.
And the day that follows is the best of all those they live through in that Hideout, because they remember her, and they remember that they have each other.
And for a while, thatās all that matters.
Omg. This is perfect.
And then just imagine the birthdays Hiccup has once heās King, because we all know heād never do anything the traditional, easy way, heās Hiccup. Honestly, heād probably spend the day either in the Meathead Public Library. Or heād go away for a day with his closest friends and return to the Hideout and sit quietly and reminisce for a day about everything and nothing. But then there is Snotloutās birthday. Hiccup, being Hiccup, probably holds a feast in honor of his cousin on either his birthday or on the anniversary of his death every year. At first the party isnāt very successful, itās not really a party at all because everyoneās pretty mystified as to why Hiccup is doing this for his cousin that absolutely hated him until, halfway into the party, Hiccup has had enough and sits everyone down and tells the full story of Snotloutās sacrifice. For the rest of the night there are songs sung and composed in his honor and Snotlout finally has the birthday heās always wanted. Bagybum cries at least twice out of pride.
But on one of Hiccupās birthdayās, heās so busy, that he forgets about his birthday, so in the middle of the night, Camicazi sneaks into the castle, and steals all his work. He getās up and then he flips out because all his stuff is gone, but then Cami drops from the ceiling and gives him a hug, (A HUG, FROM CAMICAZI) and then huge confetti cannons go off in his room, and everyone parties, and this repost is bullshit. But just let your mind play with this bullshit.
I bet Hiccup keeps forgetting his own birthday while heās king and is ALWAYS surprised when Fishlegs and Camicazi hold a feast for him. I bet Stoick also looses it every time because Hiccup always holds massive feasts for Snotloutās birthday while he forgets his own and doesnāt know what to do during his own birthday feast.
Do you have anything excited planned for your birthday, Hiccup?
H: I for one, am not currently planning on anything. But then again, I canāt speak for everyone.
Camicazi NO
Camicazi YES
Happy Birthday Hiccup!!
haha i wanted to look back and see what i did last time for hiccupās bday, i was twelve lmaoooo (notice the old url omg)Ā
my post for this yearĀ
happy birthday, hiccup <3Ā
Tagged by: @yv-sketches
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Top 3 ships: I honestly donāt really have any romantic ships? stoick/val is really the only one I can think of off the top of my head. platonically tho, the dynamics of the httyd trio are a fav!
Lipstick or chapstick: chapstick!!
Last song: ribs by lorde (we goin thru it)
Last movie: I never rly have time for full movies during the school year, but I think my last one was Black Panther which I watched over winter break.
Reading: personally, nothing right now. for school: great GatsbyĀ
Watching: new b99 episodes!Ā
Tagging: @wiznearbi, @thepotatoreader, @anhttydbookfan, @hairasuntouchedaspartoftheamazon, @spamalamam, @ohgummyone, @thefellowshipofthedragonmark, and @ anyone else iāāve missed!! I think Helene (yv-sketches) and I share a lot of mutuals, so im trying not to retag. But if I missed you by accident, consider urself tagged anyway :)Ā
Rereading the httyd books as an adult is weird cause Iām only now realizing this but hiccup is literally babey
Uhhh cami doodles??? Justā¦.because?
Doomsday day 8
Title: The Hooligan National Anthem
Word Count: 1389
Summary: Fishlegsā Big Moment in book 8 when heās getting lowered to his death and decides to sing.Ā
AN: Iāve been lacking in the doomsday department lately so hereās some more Fishlegs to make up for it. I think he might be my favorite character and Iām kind of obsessed with writing fic about him. Enjoy!
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