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So, I know it’s been a little while (yes, I can see the last post was from 10 years ago) but I was thinking about this blog and the fun times we had together. I haven’t contacted the other mods to see if anyone else is on board. It’s just me, @p-artsypants .
I’m going to be looking through drafts and the inbox and see if there's any old prompts we never did.
In the meantime, go ahead and send some our way. Maybe you’ll get a response!
Edit: There's nothing in our inbox. I had a friend submit something to test it, and I believe our inbox is broken.
I'm really sorry if people got excited for this. Maybe one day I'll remake this blog and we can do it again. But for now, I create this memorial for all the good times we had!
I was 19 when we started this, on my way to college! Now I'm 30, married, and work full time. Some things change, my love of Hiccstrid has not!
If all things go well, you should be able to see our masterlist here. I apologize if the links don't all work. They're old and I'm sure things have been deleted!
I hate modern au sorry I'm not being rude but I will not read it and ur Drabble link isn't working for me help? I'm 21 btw
I’m not sure what modern au has to do with the drabbles link not working, but it definitely was glitching up earlier. I changed some stuff, and it should be okay now. (The drabbles page tells you what universe each drabble was in, so you can just read the canonverse fic.)
Imagine hiccstrid where they say no to their baby for the first time
Astrid had expected this day to come. She’d expected their baby to scream and cry, as stubborn babies who didn’t get their way always did. But she hadn’t expected Hiccup to cave right in.
But she sure should have been expecting that one.
“Hiccup,” Astrid said, pronouncing his name slowly and sharply, letting every letter roll off her tongue. She kept her eyes raised to the ceiling because she refused to meet his mournful green ones.
“Pleeeeease?” he begged. “All Hilda wants is one teeny, tiny little bottle of milk.”
“We’ve already given her two. She’s good.”
Hiccup threw his hands in the air. “But she’s been crying forever!”
“Thirty minutes is not forever.”
“Okay, it feels like forever. Possibly because she has such a sad little baby cry.”
Hilda did weep like a widow, Astrid silently agreed. Something about her wailing little sobs sounded so sad, but discipline was more important.
“I’m going to take a shower,” she announced, grabbing a worn-down towel from the cupboard. “When I get back, she’d better not have a bottle in her hands.”
Hiccup nodded and wrung his hands.
Astrid turned the corner and started walking toward the bathroom. There was a loud squeak that sounded suspiciously similar to the fridge opening.
Oh, great.
She turned the corner again to see Hiccup whirl around with a bottle of formula in his hands.
“Sorry,” he squeaked.
Astrid shook her head and fought back a smile. “One of these days you’re going to have to grow a backbone, Mr. Haddock.”
He pecked a kiss on her cheek and brushed by her. “Not today, Mrs. Haddock,” he called over his shoulder as he walked to the baby’s room. “Not today.”
that-weird-british-girl reblogged this from imaginehiccstrid and added:
Will you be willing to do a second part of this Drabble?
Sure thing!
(Part one here.)
Back in the garage of her house/hideout, Astrid screamed with rage and slammed her punching bag one more time. It swept across the room and came flying back toward hers. She hit her fist into the leather enough to steady it and growled.
Two days after the theft, and still she was playing the entire thing through her mind again and again. How could she have screwed up that badly?
“What’s got you all angry?” Ruffnut asked, crossing her thin arms and leaning against the wall. “Failed to pick a pocket like a real pickpocket?”
Astrid whirled around to see her literal partner-in-crime. “Hiccup Haddock caught me,” she confessed on one agitated breath.
Ruffnut seemed horrified. “For real?”
Astrid produced the card - the Card of Shame - from her pocket and handed it over. All it took was one scan from Ruffnut’s wide eyes to make Astrid blush down to her collar.
“I screwed up,” Astrid admitted, nervously fixing her braid. “I know what you’re going to say, and I admit I messed up. I didn’t think he knew. I could’ve sworn-”
“You have to find him.” Ruffnut shoved the card back in her pocket. “You have to make this better before he turns you in.”
The thought of Hiccup turning her in was terrifying. She hadn’t even considered it. Oh, gosh, what if he wanted to press charges? What if her past of stealing wallets and kissing millionaires was exposed? Panic rose higher and higher in Astrid’s chest, and she took a deep breath. “W-what do I do?”
“Find him. Apologize. Make up a sob story. Anything. Just don’t let one of the top 3 richest people in Berk City open his big mouth.”
By now Astrid was a pro at stalking rich people so she had no trouble in locating Hiccup in his favorite restaurant. She’d dressed to the nines and decided as she approached the table that she was going to play it cool.
“Why, Mr. Haddock.” Astrid put her hand over her heart in mock surprise, and the millionaire’s forest-green eyes flickered up at the sound of her fake-sweet voice. “Fancy seeing you here.”
To her annoyance, a smirk came across Hiccup’s mouth. “Oh, hey. You’re my reporter friend.”
Astrid tried to cover up her blush. “Um, yeah.”
“Mm, bet your gossip section did real well.” Hiccup folded his hands on the table and blinked innocently up at her.
Her shoulders sagged in exaggerated defeat. “I’m not really a reporter.”
“Really? Wow, I had no idea.” Was he ... making fun of her? Astrid had never met a wallet theft victim who was so amused. Maybe he wasn’t worried because he’d caught her in the act.
“Yeah, that was ... that was a lie.” Astrid tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.
“It all started when my parents died in a fire and I just ...” She paused and pretended to wipe a tear from her eye. “I didn’t know what to do. I had no money. So I decided I was going to steal your wallet. I’m so sorry.”
Hiccup’s little smirk faded. “Oh, I’m so sorry to hear that.”
She nodded and sniffled.
“Sorry to hear that you’re lying to me again, anyways.” Hiccup shook his head disapprovingly. “I’ve lost a parent before and I’m not liking how lightly you’re taking it.”
Astrid bit the tip of her tongue as hard as she could. “I mean, that’s not the whole story -”
“Oh, c’mon. Quit lying and pull up a seat. Are you hungry? I’m starving. I hear they have really good fish here.” Hiccup examined his menu as if it held the secrets to the universe.
Astrid glanced at the door and considered making a run for it, but at the last moment she gave in and sat in the booth beside Hiccup.
“You want anything?” Hiccup asked.
She shook her head, but her stomach was shrinking with starvation and her mouth was drier than a desert. Since she’d failed to snatch his wallet, she couldn’t afford groceries.
“You are a remarkably terrible liar,” Hiccup said, impossibly casual. “Do you just get the guys to focus on your pretty face so they don’t notice your lying tells?”
“I don’t have any tells.”
“Uh, yeah, you do. You just tucked your hair behind your ear, like, three times.”
A waiter came over, and Hiccup hastened to order two plates of fish, some red wine, and freshly-baked bread. Astrid’s mouth was watering just at the thought of food.
Hiccup thanked the waiter, who returned to the kitchen, and turned to Astrid. “Okay, so let’s make a deal. I buy you lunch and you tell me why you tried to steal my wallet and came back today. Are you gonna try to kiss me again? ‘Cause I’m not really feeling any romantic vibes from you.” He sipped his complimentary water before adding, “More like ‘I’m-going-to-straight-up-murder-you-in-a-second vibes.’ How hostile.”
“I wanted your wallet,” Astrid grumbled, crossing her arms tightly. She’d stay, but only because she was hungry. “It’s my job. I kiss millionaires and steal their wallets.”
“Ever heard of getting a job?” he asked dryly.
“Of course not,” she said sarcastically. “I just immediately resorted to stealing instead of trying to get a job first. Becoming a thief was my very first choice on making money.”
Hiccup’s eyes sparkled at her over his cup. “Thought so. Wanna work for me?”
“Hell, no,” she spat without thinking.
He shrugged. “Okay. Then I guess I’ll just press charg-”
“Okay, fine,” Astrid said, equally fast as before. She stopped. “Wait, are you blackmailing me?”
She might be a terrible liar, but he was terrible at concealing his little all-knowing smiles. “Maybe a little bit,” he admitted. “But it’s rare that I get a chance to change the heart of a wallet thief and I’d like to try my hand at it, if you don’t mind.”
Astrid’s tightly-crossed arms relaxed a little bit. He was trouble, that much was certain, but as long as she played along, she could stay out of legal trouble. “Fine. I’ll take the job, but you’re not changing my heart.”
Hey, I love this blog! And don't worry about people complaining about modern AUs. There's a person on this site who's been harassing other writers about their modern AUs for months. All those complaints are most likely that same person.
Well, it’s been a few people, but we definitely know the blog you’re talking about and, yes, he/she has been annoying several different people who write modern AUs. Bummer, huh?
Thank you so much for your words of support! It’s nice to hear we have readers that have our backs :)
A lot of people have been complaining about the modern AUs and we’d like to make something clear.
Imagine Hiccstrid is a fan blog for different universes that Hiccup and Astrid could be placed in. Modern is included. If you don’t like the modern drabbles, then don’t click on the ones tagged modern!Hiccstrid. If you want an AU you requested to be in the canon universe, then specify when you send us an ask or else we’ll have no idea what universe you wanted.
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If you don’t like it, then don’t read it.
Please stop harassing the mods about the modern AUs that people request.
Modern AU with Hiccstrid and their baby/kid out at a mall or something and everyone keeps telling them how cute the child is. (All of your fics are so cute! :])
Thank you! <3
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“Your baby is adorable,” an elderly woman gushed, her hands flying to her cheeks as a move of astonishment.
Astrid’s mouth broke into a smile, which she immediately drew to a polite distance despite her urge to laugh.
“Thank you, ma’am,” Hiccup said with an acknowledging nod.
“Precious little thing,” the woman continued as she shuffled past the couple and their baby-blue stroller. “Ah, to be young again.”
Astrid looked at Hiccup and covered her mouth when she giggled. “Oh my gosh, Hiccup, that’s the third person today.”
He giggled, too, and kept pushing the stroller along. “Guess Hilda’s just super cute. Like her mother.”
Astrid rolled her eyes, but a comment like that merited a kiss on the cheek. “You’re impossible.”
“Love you, too. Now let’s get some ice cream.” Hiccup steered the stroller toward the ice cream shop and they got in line.
The woman in front of them glanced over her shoulder and broke into a smile. “Your child is so sweet!”
Astrid and Hiccup giggled five minutes straight after she left.
imagine hiccstrid in a "kissing-you-and-stealing-your-wallet" au
Hiccup Haddock, Astrid thought with a little smirk. Well-known millionaire who worked on dragon technology and had just donated 20 thousand dollars to help kids who needed prosthetic limbs.
And today she was going to kiss him.
He was at the grand opening of some nerdy museum, and it wasn’t too hard to spot him stepping out of a limo (a limo) and into an admiring crowd of people. Kissing him? Well, that was going to be a bit harder.
She fixed her hair, which she had transfixed into a majestic braid with the help of some glitter, hairspray, and her fellow wallet-snatching-group-member Ruffnut. With plenty of makeup, sparkly earrings, and a dress with (surprise surprise) a dragon on it, she was sure to catch his eye. Besides, she could always play the Dumb Blonde card if he got a little suspicious.
Astrid leaned back against the wall and waited for him to finish signing what felt like a billion autographs. The crowd shuffled around the new building, and she wove her way around the crowd to snag the collar of his suit as he walked by.
Hiccup turned in surprise, and she flashed him a coy smile.
“Hi,” she said, batting her eyelashes. “I’m with the New York Times? Mind if I ask you a couple of questions?”
“Can it wait?” Hiccup asked with an apologetic smile. “The opening’s starting in, like, two minutes.”
“Oh, it won’t take long,” she said, tucking a stray hair behind her ear. “C’mon, you know you want to.”
“Okay.” Hiccup stepped out of the way to avoid getting bumped by everyone filling in.
He was so nice, Astrid thought. Most millionaires either started hitting on her or claimed they didn’t have time. His politeness almost made her feel bad for snagging his wallet.
Almost.
“So, you must get a lot of young women around,” Astrid said, pretending to fix his silky sea-green tie. “I bet you’re up to your hair in proposals.”
“Can’t say that I am,” Hiccup said, and oh, wow, he was blushing. “Say, what’s up with this article?”
“Gossip section, honey. It’s the only stuff people really read.”
“So, what, you want to write all about my love life? I’m single. It’s not exciting.”
Astrid smiled and tugged on his tie, just enough to get him to lower his head and meet her eyes. Ooh, they were the same pretty shade of green as his tie. Except she wasn’t supposed to be thinking about how pretty his eyes were. She cleared her throat. “Maybe you just haven’t found the right girl yet.”
He raised an eyebrow, and it was impressive how oblivious to her flirting he was. “Who said I was looking for a girl?”
“Mm, well, maybe there’s a girl looking for you.”
“For example?”
Astrid paused, then decided to just go for it. She leaned it and kissed him hard, not holding back. He tasted like mint, and she was surprised at how passionately he kissed her back. For a moment, she forgot what she was supposed to be doing and instead focused on the way he held onto her waist and smelled woodsy and kissed sweetly.
But then she came to her senses. Her hand ran through his soft hair again and again, but her other hand’s fingers scurried down the front of his crisp suit and into his pocket to retrieve a thin, cool leather wallet. She deepened the kiss as she slipped his wallet into her sequin-studded pocket and then pulled away.
“Sorry,” Astrid said, although his kiss was clouding up her thoughts. “Got a little carried away.”
“You must have,” Hiccup said, flashing her a smile. “Hold on, let me get you my number.”
Great. A one-way hotline to one of the hottest millionaires of the year. Astrid beamed at him as he wrote something down on the card.
“Here,” he said, placing it in her palm. Then, to her astonishment, he leaned in and kissed her again. This time he was brief but no less sweet. She found herself blinking in surprise when he pulled away. He winked at her and ducked into the crowd.
Astrid looked down at the card.
Next time you steal someone’s wallet, make sure you don’t get distracted by a second kiss. Love, the highlight of your gossip section.
Astrid widened her eyes in horror and reached for her pocket.
This is so long overdue I can’t even begin to give you guys a good enough excuse… but I do hope it’s worth the wait. You are all beautiful, wonderfully patient people.
Part One
***
Astrid takes a deep breath, glancing up again at the giant neon sign that reads “GOBBER’S GARAGE AND AUTO REPAIR SHOP” in bright red paint. Manila folder in hand, she forces herself to round the corner of the garage.
“Hey, Hiccup!” She calls out to her boyfriend over the whir of a machine. The Hiccup in question, however, is nowhere in sight. A loud crash and a high-pitched yelp abruptly answer her, and he rolls out into view from underneath a car planted in the middle of the garage. He rubs the crown of his head, frowning, until he sees her. His now grease-smudged face breaks into a gap-toothed grin. “Hello, milady!” he chirps merrily. Despite her apprehension, her stomach still tingles at the sight of his smile.
She clutches the manila envelope closer to her chest. The movement catches his eye, his gaze dropping, smile fading. He swallows hard and sits up, elbows balanced on his knees. Then lets out a shaky exhale and pushes himself up to stand, wiping his dirty hands on his jeans.
“Did you… did you get the results back today?” She nods in response, focusing on a dark stain on the front of his faded green shirt. He sniffs and wipes his nose on his forearm. “Hiccup… that’s actually what I came to talk to you about.” He purses his lips nervously.
“Is everything okay?” he asks her slowly.
No answer.
“Astrid, are you--”
She cuts him off sharply by thrusting her papers out to him. He wipes his hands again, and gently takes the file from her shaking hands. She backs away and crosses her arms, hugging them over her belly. His expression is difficult to read as he struggles to open the envelope, but the minute the file falls open in his hands his mouth drops open. He doesn’t know what to say, and simply gapes at the papers before his eyes.
Astrid breaks the silence, unable to take her uncertainty anymore.
“When…” Her voice cracks, so she clears her throat and starts again. “When did you get on the donor list?”
Hiccup is shaking his head almost imperceptibly back-and-forth in wonder. Suddenly the file drops to the floor, papers flying across the garage as he crosses the distance between them in two long strides. His hands cup her face and he pulls her into the most tender kiss he’s ever shared with her. She doesn’t care that there are probably black smudges on her cheeks; all she can feel are his warm lips pressed against hers, her fingers clutching the worn fabric of his shirt in an effort to bring him nearer, and the wetness of the tears streaking down both of their faces.
He pulls away and leans his forehead to rest on hers. Then his arms wrap around her, holding her in closer to him. He smells of motor oil and faded leather and comfort.
“This… Astrid, this is incredible.” He says it softly, like a prayer meant only for her ears. She looks up at his bright green eyes, glassy from their silent tears. Her own cerulean ones, she can imagine, must look the same. “How?” she breathes up at him. He smiles faintly, then shrugs his shoulders in the direction of his mentor’s messy desk in the corner of the garage. “Do you remember when Gobber got his surgery in seventh grade?” She nods, frowning slightly, not quite understanding him just yet. “He ended up with two prosthetics though, Hiccup…” He smiles again, sniffling, and gives her a kiss on the forehead. “It would’ve been more than an arm and a leg if they hadn’t found a transplant donor. My dad and I both registered, and it turns out my dad was a match for him. I wasn’t, but I guess I’m still in the system. But for you--” he takes her hands and presses his lips to them gently, then drags his thumb over her cheek to wipe her tears away.
“If you don’t stop worrying,” Valka said in a warning voice.
“I’m not worrying,” Hiccup said innocently, but his anxious pacing didn’t cease and his hair was beginning to loosen from his hands constantly running through it.
“You guys have known each other forever,” Valka continued. “You love each other. You’ll be so happy together. So why do you fret so?”
“I’m not. I’m just getting some exercise.”
“You’ve been pacing for the past two hours.”
Hiccup threw his hands in the air. “Okay, I’m a little nervous! But it’s perfectly normal to be a little, teeny, tiny, itty-bitty bit concerned.”
“Concerned? Oh, so is that what you’re calling it?”
“Okay, maybe terrified fits better.” Hiccup stopped his pacing and heaved an overly-minty sigh. Maybe he’d gone a bit overboard with the mouthwash.
Valka smiled kindly and rose from the chair. Her dress swished as she made her way across the room to hold fast to his shoulders, and her eyes sparkled when they locked with his. “Please don’t worry so much.”
“But what if I screw something up?” Hiccup pleaded, his hands holding onto her wrists to keep himself from pacing again. “What if she changes her mind? What if I don’t treat her right? What if she gets tired of me or I’m not good enough-”
“Hiccup,” Valka interrupted and squeezed his shoulders. “I think you’ll find she’s just the right fit for you, my love.”
“What makes you say that?”
“She’s doing the exact same thing you’re doing right now.”
Hiccup cracked a little smile despite the terror pounding through his veins. “She did?”
“Yes. And I’ll tell you what I told her. You and Astrid are going to be just fine.”Valka kissed his forehead.
Hiccup wrapped her arms around her and rested his head against her chest. “I love you, Mom.”
Valka stroked his hair slowly, and he could hear a smile softening her voice. “I love you, too, Hiccup.”
And when it was time, when Astrid appeared looking like a million stars, Hiccup felt a hopeless grin pull at the edges of his mouth.
This is super old, and I have excuses, but they’re pretty bad. So here, chew on this!
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The young woman hurried through the woods, panting. Her footfalls were near silent as she slipped through the underbrush. Every few moments, she turned her head to see if her followers were still in pursuit. There was no sign of movement, so on she continued.
It was then that she stumbled out of the forest and into a wrought iron gate. She shook the bars and it gave way, just enough for her to slip through. Behind the gate laid a castle, parts in shambles, windows broken, completely abandoned. The perfect hideout for someone who was running. She glanced around, seeing no sign of life, then crossed the bridge and opened the door.
The lobby had a lovely cascading staircase, spilling out over an ivory floor. The room was lined with columns, some crumbling. From the crack under a door, she could see flickering light.
"Hello?" She called, with no response.
She snuck to the room and opened the door, the hinges creaking with her entry.
"Hello?" She asked again, seeing someone sitting in a chair. "I'm sorry to intrude—..."
"Why have you come here?" A menacing voice spoke.
"I—I..." She stuttered.
A shadow flew from the chair and within a blink of eye, a creature was upon her, gazing at her with glowing green eyes. The rest of the figure was shrouded in shadows. “Why have you disturbed me?”
Astrid was struck speechless, only able to gaze into those eyes, like she was hypnotized.
“Have you come to rob me? There is nothing of value in this desolate place.”
“N-no, sir.” She gulped.
“Then…have you come to ridicule then beast?” He hissed. From the darkness, she could see that large limbs stretched behind him.
“What beast?” She asked, curious if not terrified.
He danced around her, turning so that she could see the form he held. “I…am a beast.”
He was terrifying, but in a beautiful, unearthly way. From his auburn locks sprouted horns that were like branches, stretching and twisting. His skin was pale, but littered with purple and black scales. His fingers were capped with claws, and a tails and wings torn from the skin of his back. She gaped at him. He frowned.
“You’ve had your look, you wench. Now leave!” He growled, once more drawing up into the darkness.
Astrid panted, then swallowed her fear. “Please,” she asked softly. “Let me stay. Just for a little longer.”
He brow curled in confusion. “I am a monster. I am more dangerous then anything out there!”
“Y-you don’t understand.” Her breath wavered. “You are a creature of fantasy, the unknown and uncertain. I don’t know what you’ll do to me. But I know what he will do.”
The creature leaned in closer, studying the weary girl in his home. “You are being pursued?”
“Hunted.” She whispered.
The beast sighed in apology, a sank so he could look up at her. “I know your pain. As you can imagine, I once suffered the fear of the chase at the hands of man. But once I retreated to this…hovel, I was safe. It has been a sanctuary for me for many years. Now, I will share it with you…if you don’t mind sharing it with a monster.”
Elated, she threw her arms around his neck and kissed the beast’s chest. “You are no monster. You are an angel. Thank you…thank you.”
Hello everyone, mod CJ here! Ok so I know I hinted in the tags of my last post that I’d have something up by Friday (tomorrow) but I had a really cool idea. I was so excited and grateful for the great response to the Donor!AU I posted not long ago, thank you all so much for that! A very lovely anon asked for a Part 2, and I was trying to decide if it would be better to do a Part 2 as a prequel — before the original post — or a sequel — a continuation. SO here’s where you all come in, and I’d love love love to get some interactive feedback for this:
REBLOG this post if you would like a prequel/before the original
LIKE this post if you want an after/continuation of the original
You could also do BOTH, and if that gets the most then I’ll do both :) Pending how big the response is, I’ll tally everything up tomorrow night. If it gets 25-ish notes by tomorrow I’ll extend it to Saturday, but then I promise I’ll get right to work for you guys!
Love,
Caroline
P.S. Just a little quick extra note…Thank you all so much, I haven’t been part of the ImagineHiccstrid team for a long time but so far I’ve loved every single minute of it immensely. I’m looking forward to writing a ton more for you lovely people!
Hello everyone, mod CJ here! Ok so I know I hinted in the tags of my last post that I'd have something up by Friday (tomorrow) but I had a really cool idea. I was so excited and grateful for the great response to the Donor!AU I posted not long ago, thank you all so much for that! A very lovely anon asked for a Part 2, and I was trying to decide if it would be better to do a Part 2 as a prequel -- before the original post -- or a sequel -- a continuation. SO here's where you all come in, and I'd love love love to get some interactive feedback for this: REBLOG this post if you would like a prequel/before the original LIKE this post if you want an after/continuation of the original You could also do BOTH, and if that gets the most then I'll do both :) Pending how big the response is, I'll tally everything up tomorrow night. If it gets 25-ish notes by tomorrow I'll extend it to Saturday, but then I promise I'll get right to work for you guys! Love, Caroline P.S. Just a little quick extra note...Thank you all so much, I haven't been part of the ImagineHiccstrid team for a long time but so far I've loved every single minute of it immensely. I'm looking forward to writing a ton more for you lovely people!
Imagine hiccstrid and 7 month old hiccstrid baby waking up with major bed head
Astrid opens one eye. “Why are you laughing so hard?”
Hiccup is doubled over, clutching his sides, wheezing from endless bursts of laughter. After wiping his eyes, he points at their baby Hilda, who is lying in her crib. She looks adorable … until Astrid sees her hair. It’s blond as her own hair and it sticks straight up, all tousled and twisty and incredibly messy.
“Really?” Astrid says, but she’s forcing back a smile. “That’s funny enough to wake me up laughing?”
“It’s so bad,” Hiccup wheezes. “Oh my gosh, it’s so bad.”
He’s so cute when he’s laughing that Astrid can’t even pretend to be angry.
“Go to sleep, stupid,” she says with a laugh and shoves his shoulder.
Hiccup covers his mouth with his hands and tries to take deep breaths. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry. It just looked like your hair-”
“EXCUSE ME?!”
“No, wait, I meant ‘cause it’s blond-”
“MY HAIR IS FINE, THANK YOU VERY MUCH, MR. HADDOCK.”
“Of course, dear-”
Five minutes later, Hiccup lay on the ground with her pillow on his chest and she crossed her arms. “Surrender?”
Hey everyone! Here's a late-night post for all you lovely people. This one's for the anon that asked for a Canon!Verse breakup/makeup piece. Hope this is to your liking anon, enjoy!
~~~~~~Breakup/Makeup AU -- Canonverse
Hiccup had messed up. Oh man, he'd really messed this up this time. Even Toothless had steered clear of Astrid, backing up while making curious and alarmed noises at the shield maiden when she'd stormed out of the dragon stables. She'd been positively livid at him. Because of him. He didn't know that it was her that had asked his dad to talk to him about starting the preparations for their marriage proposal. His father had been dropping hints for months now, so he suspected nothing of it today. He'd just brushed it off as usual, giving the old 'oh yeah, heh, well I'm off to fly Toothless, see ya later Dad'! His father had promptly planted a firm hand on his shoulder, sitting him down by their hearth. "Son," he'd said, "this is serious. This week you're going to talk to Astrid's father, the sooner the better. You're not a boy anymore, Hiccup. You're nearly a man! The Pride of Berk needs to start acting like one!" Hiccup had promptly bolted outside, heart pounding, and shot off on Toothless without another word.
As they took off he'd noticed the brilliant glint of blonde hair standing just outside his front door. When he'd returned midday meal, Astrid was glaring daggers at him from across the Great Hall. When he'd asked her what was wrong, she looked away.
"Oh, the silent treatment?" he'd scoffed. "What did I do now?
"Don't you mean, what you didn't do?" She'd retorted, storming from the Hall towards the hangar.
That's when he'd followed her. That's when she'd told him, her words sharper than her battle axe.
"Just because you didn't know I asked him to talk to you shouldn't make a difference, Hiccup. I thought you wanted this. I thought you wanted us. But maybe you never really took me or this relationship seriously." She'd turned on her heel.
"Astrid, wait!" His right hand was stretched out after her, his left fisted in his hair. "Please, I'm sorry. I'll talk to you dad tomorrow. Today, even!"
She'd paused, hands curling into fists. "Please, Hiccup. Save it." Her voice had been shaking. "If you didn't want it this morning, you won't tonight or tomorrow. And you probably never will." With that she'd run out into the village.
He let out a shaky sigh and slumped onto the floor of the hangar, letting his head fall against the wall. He watched the dragons flit to the feeding station and back to their hatchlings, giving the little ones their meals. This was a sight that normally would've made him laugh, made her laugh. He'd do anything to have her next to him, to have her beautiful blue eyes bright and her smile broad. Now he was just trying to ignore the stinging building up behind his eyes. He crossed his arms over his knees, bringing them to his chest in an effort to look as small as he felt. His head came down to rest on his forearms as the first sob broke through, barely tearing out of his scorching throat. His shoulders shook from the effort to keep the tears in. He heard another coo from Toothless, who appeared beside him and nudged him affectionately, worriedly.
"I don't know, bud," Hiccup croaked out, his voice weak, "I don't know what to do." Another cry tore itself from his ragged throat. "I'm so sorry... I'm so sorry."
His whisper was hardly heard by himself, let alone his love across the village who needed it more than anyone. At this point, though, he was afraid that an apology wouldn't even matter anymore.
***
Astrid slammed the door to the barn beside the Hofferson house, sniffling and wiping angry tears from her cheeks. Stormfly squawked happily at the sight of her rider, shaking bits of hay from her wings as she stood up in her nest in the back. Her trills soon turned to worried croons when Astrid threw her arms around her dragon's neck and sobbed into her scales. Stormfly wrapped her wings around the girl, nuzzling into her hair softly.
"Thanks, girl. I'm glad you're still here for me." Astrid lifted her head and stared somberly over her dragon's shoulder, drawing swirling patterns over Stormfly's wings and hide with her finger.
"I thought maybe he was finally ready. But I guess..." She sighed and ducked her head back under Stormfly's wings, pressing closer into the warm scales. "I guess he never will be."
***
Hiccup lifted his head, eyes puffy and swollen. It was well past nightfall, and he'd been sitting in his corner in the hangar since mid-afternoon. His stomach rumbled angrily at him, and Toothless' hot breath puffed up into his face with every exhale through the black dragon's nostrils. His hand strayed absentmindedly to the little braids sticking out of his unruly mop of hair. He sniffed, stirring the dragon at his side, and stood up slowly, painfully stretching away the cramps of his stiff muscles. He had to talk to her.
What little was left of his broken confidence was dwindling as he approached Astrid's house, the moon already up in the cloudless sky. He stood taking deep breaths outside her door when he heard it.
He held his next breath.
The night was silent for a moment before he heard it again. Someone was sniffling. Or, rather, someone was crying, and it was coming from the barn where Stormfly kept her nest. It couldn't be... He crept closer, then lightly tapped his knuckles on the wood. There was rustling. Silence. Then the barn door creaked open, revealing a bloodshot and bleary-eyed Astrid. Her hair was haphazardly poking out of its usually neat braid, and she looked up at him with a mixture of shock, anger, and hurt. He imagined he looked just as rough, possibly worse if all the teasing she used to do about his big hair was true. She made to close the door, but as she did Hiccup stuck out his right foot, effectively thrusting all his weight onto his prosthetic. The cool, dewey grass didn't give him the best footing, and he proceeded to give a ridiculous yelp as his balance left him and toppled over and promptly slid into the barn door. He landed on the hay-strewn floorboards with an ungraceful thump. He groaned as he pushed himself up from the floor, brushing hay off of his flight suit.
"Hi," he croaked out.
She gave a small smile.
“Well that's one way to get the door open, right?"
Her smile grew and she tried to hide it, pressing her lips into a firm line. She finally spoke. "Are you ok?"
He sighed and rolled his shoulders. "Yeah but...are you?" She shrugged and looked away. Hiccup took a deep breath and exhaled loudly. "Astrid I...well, I'm really sorry." She snorted and turned to walk to the back of the barn, towards Stormfly's sleeping form. "I know you don't believe me, but please," his voice cracking on the last word, "You have to know how sorry I am. How ashamed I am, really... I should've been more proactive but the truth is..." He paused, unable to speak as his throat tightened again. A small sniff came from the shadows where Astrid was standing. "The truth is, I was scared. I still am. I don't know if I'm ready, if I'll be able to give you everything you want or need or what our family will want or need and that I won't be a good father or --" His rambling was cut short as her mouth slammed into his. He could feel tears on her cheeks to match his own as he cupped her face in one hand. The other curled around her waist, crushing her closer into his chest. "I'm sorry, Astrid. I'm so sorry." She pulled away, socking him in the shoulder. "Ow! What was that -- ok, that was pretty warranted." Astrid smiled fully and shook her head at him. "That was for not telling me you were scared." She took his hand. "I have fears about this too, Hiccup, but..." Her fingers laced through his. "I know that all of them are things we can work through together." Now it was his turn to smile at her as he pulled her in close for another quick kiss. "I'm still sorry. I didn't really know how to bring it up without sounding like I was avoiding the whole thing." He sighed. Bringing her slender fingers to his lips, he kissed them gently, tenderly. "Tomorrow. It's a little late now, but I'll talk to your dad tomorrow." Her cerulean eyes widened and brimmed with tears again, these ones happy. He brought her forehead to his. "I love you, Astrid. And I promise, we'll work through this together." She pulled away again, swinging her fist to punch him for the second time. "Ow! Another one?" She smiled up at him. "That was warranted, too." Then she curled back into his chest, head resting on his uninjured shoulder. Hiccup rubbed his arm while shaking his head, laughing despite the pain, despite everything. If he could have her for the rest of his life, he'd take all the arm-punches anyone in the world could ever throw at him. ~~~~~~
Hiccup's head flew up. He lay on his stomach, shoulders tense, and listened in the darkness.
"Mm?" Astrid's voice came muffled by her pillow. "What are you doing?"
"I hear baby laughter."
"You're insane."
"No, really." He tilted his head to the side and listened intently. Nothing. Okay, maybe he was a little bit insane.
"Go to sleep," Astrid groaned. She was always so pleasant in the mornings.
Since there was no laughter and he was probably delusional from sleep, Hiccup lowered his head back on his pillow and closed his eyes. The silence of the room mixed with Astrid's soft breathing was soothing, and he slowly drifted back to sleep and ...
Laughter.
Hiccup looked up again.
This time Astrid sat up, the shoulder of her nightgown slipping down, her blond bangs messy over her eyes. "Okay, I heard that, too."
"Is someone tickling Erik?"
"I ... don't know."
Hiccup rolled onto his back and sat up. Silvery moonlight leaked through the curtains and made creepy shadows across their bedroom floor, and he could just make out the outline of the baby's cradle across their bed.
"I think he's laughing in his sleep," Astrid whispered.
He leaned over the side of the bed to peek into the cradle. Erik's little legs were kicked out, and his chest rose and fell with peaceful breaths. His cream-colored blanket was carefully tucked over him, and, yeah, he was definitely asleep.
Hiccup opened his mouth to speak when Erik's face lit up and he laughed that adorable little baby laugh he had.
"Awwwwwww" was what came from Hiccup's mouth. "That's so cute."
"Yeah, yeah, real cute, I'm going back to sleep." Astrid rolled onto her side and pulled her blanket over her shoulder.
He knew her too well to believe the toughie act. "Oh, come on. Like that isn't the cutest thing you've ever seen."
"I've seen cuter."
"Well, yeah, you're married to me."
No taunting answer, which was surprising, but then a cold pillow filled his face. Straight to hitting him this time. Interesting.
"You're going to wake up the baby," Hiccup said in a hushed voice.
"His name is Erik and you'd better not wake him up. I refuse to get up this early to feed him."
"You already are up."
"The only up you should have right now is shut up."
"Okay, that makes no sense."
Another smack from her pillow. "Shut up."
"Love you, too," he said, settling on his side.
Astrid sighed and rolled on her back to face him. "Fine, you win. Erik's adorable and I love you. Now shut up and sleep."
He smiled at her like he was an infatuated ten-year-old. "Goodnight, Astrid."
Hiccup discovering he's a mutant and panics to Astrid FLUFF
"ASTRID!"
She lifted her eyes from her book to see her boyfriend Hiccup burst through the doors. His hair was horribly disheveled with a severe lack of little braids, and he looked like he hadn't slept in days.
"Hiccup?" Astrid closed her book and stood up cautiously, like if she stood up too fast he'd run off.
"I need your help. I'm ..." Hiccup stopped and started floating up. As in flying. As in a flying mutation, the kind of mutations her father had warned him about, those people with corrupted DNA that made them fly and read minds and burn buildings just by looking at them. Mutants, real live mutants, and her boyfriend was one of them.
His furry boots lifted up off the ground, as light and casual as a balloon, and, with an alarmed squeak, he grabbed the wooden edge of her bedstead to keep himself from slamming against the popcorn ceiling.
Astrid's book clattered against the ground, and she stared, jaw dropped wide open. Her eyes bounced back up to Hiccup's eyes, and his teeth gnawed at his bottom lip anxiously.
Her heartbeat echoed through her ribcage, and she felt her hands begin to shake. "You're ... you're a ... you're one of those ..."
"Mutants," he finished in a dejected way. "I'm a mutant." He dove forward, and it seemed like he was floating away, his weightlessness beyond his own control. "And I can't land!" he added in a squeaky voice.
Astrid swallowed, but it felt like there was an unmovable lump in her throat. "My dad told me about your people. About how you attack and terrorize and kill."
He shook his head repeatedly. "You know me, Astrid. You know that I'm not like that."
"But you're different now."
"I just had my Awakening. Every mutant has their power waken sometime during puberty, and considering I woke up flattened against the ceiling, I'm pretty sure it happened when I was sleeping. Just my luck, right?" He sighed deeply. "Yay mutant powers."
Well, he sounded just as sarcastic as the Hiccup she knew. She reached up and gripped his hands. They were a bit moist from stress, but they were familiar and her hands knew every inch of his, the way they curved and callused and she remembered all the times she held these very hands. Mutant or no mutant, he was still her dorky boyfriend.
She pulled him down until his boots set against her bedroom floor.
"Please don't get mad at me," Hiccup said, his eyes pleading. "I'm still me. I just happen to be able to fly now. Please ... help me. I can't control this, and I can't ... I can't ..." His Adam's apple bobbed, and he looked at the ground in shame. "I can't do this without you."
"And you won't have to." She punched his arm. "That's for being a flipping mutant, you crazy."
He rubbed his arm, the indignant look on his face sparking delight in her.
Fueled by this delight and affection he always gave her, Astrid leaned forward until their lips met. The kiss was soft and comforting, something she sensed he needed, and eventually she pulled away to wink at him. "And that's for ... well, you know. Everything else."
Half of his mouth slid upward, and he rubbed the back of his neck. "Thanks, Astrid."
"We're in this together," she promised.
He kissed her gently again, and she smiled into his lips because of course he was a mutant. Of course. But maybe mutants weren't as bad as they said. After all, if they were anything like Hiccup, then they were probably amazing.
