just a talking fishbone

My name is Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Third. I am the chief's son. And a Viking. It's freezing cold here on Berk. But friends and our dragons keep us warm here! Don't be shy and visit us! If you want to talk to me, just ask me or tag me: justatalkingfishbone

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hunting trolls

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Stoick stood in the door frame and took some of the wood from his daughter’s arms. Carrying this much weight made her slow and the wind was already blowing into the house. It fought with the fire but in the end the wind lost as Stoick closed the door as soon as his children were safe inside. “Put them next to the fire”, he said, “and get the cauldron set in place!” “Have the two of you eaten while out on your quest?”, he asked in the usual adult-worried-about-their-kids-voice.

Hiccie jumped up and down as soon as some of the logs were taken from her to try to get herself warmer, then she seemed to remember a fire was there and she ran to the hearth, putting the remaining wood next to it. She motioned to her brother to get the cauldron and in the end decided she wouldn’t wait and ran to help him carry it. “Eat? No! Who got time for that on an adventure!?”

Stoick laughed and his voice rumbled through their house. The hairs on his furry cloak shook until his laughter slowly dies into a faint smile. “Then I guess I have to make sure my two adventurers have their bellies filled after their long quest!”

As their father moved into the corner were they stored their food, Hiccup carried the big cauldron towards the fire and heaved it over the hot element. He flinched when a flame came a bit to close to his leg, so he made sure to take a quick step back. Then he was on his way to get a bucket to fill it up with the collected water from their back yard.

“Cheese and bread is what I can offer my brave kids!”, exclaimed Stoick as he returned to the fire-lit space, looking expectantly as his daughter as his son was out of sight for the moment.

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Illustrations from the Stolen!AU ~

1st panel : Young Hiccie saved an orphaned Timberjack egg, and decided to stubbornly take care of it until it hatched. This was this universe Smoothwings ♥ 2nd panel : After the events of Httyd2, when she was brought on Berk, Hiccie was bathed and her hair cut, as she claimed it was more convenient to fly and such. Hiccup lended her one of his old tunics while her own stuff was cleaned. She then manages to find Hiccup’s old fur vest, liking how it smells, she adopts it. 3rd panel : Upon meeting Hiccup, she first is wary but recognise her bond with him first through smell. Then when she is at ease enough to approach him, she proceeds to inpect him closer, and notice how they share the same “skin pattern”.

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hunting trolls

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Hiccup hurried outside. It wasn’t like he was scared of thunder storm, but he did respect them a lot. He was by his sister’s side within moments and picked up the log she had dropped. As fast as he could he loaded his own little arms with as much fire wood as he could. Then he hurried back inside, calling for his sister to hurry herself. Hiccup just wanted to warm up the water, have a bath and cuddle deep into his thick blanket, waiting for the thunder storm to pass them by.

Hiccie was snapped out of her fascinated contemplation of the rain by her brother’s voice and then she noticed she was shaking slightly. Quickly, she took more logs, more than she could carry so that it was hard for her to walk with her burden, and hurried behind him. “’coming!”

Stoick stood in the door frame and took some of the wood from his daughter’s arms. Carrying this much weight made her slow and the wind was already blowing into the house. It fought with the fire but in the end the wind lost as Stoick closed the door as soon as his children were safe inside. “Put them next to the fire”, he said, “and get the cauldron set in place!”

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hunting trolls

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Hiccup hurried outside. It wasn’t like he was scared of thunder storm, but he did respect them a lot. He was by his sister’s side within moments and picked up the log she had dropped. As fast as he could he loaded his own little arms with as much fire woos as he could. The he hurried back inside, calling for his sister to hurry herself. Hiccup just wanted to warm up the water, have a bath and cuddle deep into his thick blanket, waiting for the thunder storm to pass them by.

Hiccie was snapped out of her fascinated contemplation of the rain by her brother’s voice and then she noticed she was shaking slightly. Quickly, she took more logs, more than she could carry so that it was hard for her to walk with her burden, and hurried behind him. “’coming!”

Stoick was sitting close by the pit, throwing some logs into the fire. The great cauldron above it was already filled with water. “Have the two of you eaten while out on your quest?”, he asked in the usual adult-worried-about-their-kids-voice.

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hunting trolls

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Stoick’s eyes followed her as she opened up the front door, heading to the left side of their house where they stored the wood for drying. Through the open door swept the cold gust of the night’s wind. The fire in the hearth flickered, letting the shadows dance on the walls. “You better help her with the logs, we’ll need quite a lot.” Stoick focused his eyes on his son, who just nodded, pointed a finger at the door and followed his twin sister. 

Hiccie was already outside trying to get as many logs she could in her small arms when thunder rumbled again and she dropped one, startled. She looked up to see the rain coming from the sea, you could notice how it approached, closer and closer, like a big watery curtain. She blinked at the sight. Good thing the wood was kept under a small roof on the side of the house.

Hiccup hurried outside. It wasn’t like he was scared of thunder storm, but he did respect them a lot. He was by his sister’s side within moments and picked up the log she had dropped. As fast as he could he loaded his own little arms with as much fire woos as he could. The he hurried back inside, calling for his sister to hurry herself. Hiccup just wanted to warm up the water, have a bath and cuddle deep into his thick blanket, waiting for the thunder storm to pass them by.

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hunting trolls

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Troll hunting… this did explain where the two had been the last couple of hours. And also why they were both covered in pine needles and dirt. Relieved that his children were alive and well, he took Hiccie into his arms, gave her a hug and a kiss on her cheek. “Well, my little one, I had no time to warm up the water, yet. So if you want to bathe, then you have to help me.”

Hiccie giggled as her dad’s beard tickled her and she tried to push his face away, kicking her feet. “Yes, yes! I get the logs!” she declared, throwing her fist in the air.

Stoick’s eyes followed her as she opened up the front door, heading to the left side of their house where they stored the wood for drying. Through the open door swept the cold gust of the night’s wind. The fire in the hearth flickered, letting the shadows dance on the walls. “You better help her with the logs, we’ll need quite a lot.” Stoick focused his eyes on his son, who just nodded, pointed a finger at the door and followed his twin sister. 

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Thinking about shutting down this blog

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“Meatlug, look! Look at the markings. Ancient.”

- HTTYD Quote of the Day

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- “with swords brandished”

- “s hafts will be”

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“What is chocolate?” New worlds, new customs, new food, waiting to be discovered and tasted.

“Those little dark brown chunks,” she explained. “They’re made from cocoa beans and sugar!”

“Oh, they’re really good!” Hiccup stuffed the half finished cookie into his mouth. “You’re a really good cook, by the way! And you’ve really taught yourself how to do it?”

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Hey, Dad? Do you think we should reconsider? Nonsense. Tired of his pigheadedness. Gets us nowhere, and puts us in danger.

[hiccups]

Men who kill without reason cannot be reasoned with.

Maybe. But I’m still going to TRY. {x}

[latenights]

you never gotta worry about me cheating on you.. I might eat something that was yours but that’s about it

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General Hoff in buisness 🔥

[lutavero]

Toothless hesitates. Hiccup turns his head away and closes his eyes. To his amazement, Toothless bridges the gap and presses his muzzle against Hiccup’s hand.

[writing-prompt-s]

For millennia dragons have raided and pillaged human villages for gold. Lately, however, they’ve heard of something called ‘wages’ where humans will just GIVE them gold for doing jobs.

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Capitalism saves the day.

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“You mean instead of spending an hour burning down the entire village and maybe stealing 100 gold pieces. All you want me to do is just spend 10 minutes lightly breathing under the forges and you’ll give me 25 pieces each week just like that?”

“Every week”

“How will you afford this?”

“Well we wont have to rebuild the village once a month for starters”