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Hey guys, I'm alive!
Sorry for disappearing. I've actually been writing about Hiccup—I'm working on a whole saga. Not sure if I'll post it yet, but I'll let you know... anyway! I'm gonna try to be more active with my posts.
Right now I'm navigating college while struggling to retake the entrance exams for the federal uni. It's been a bit crazy.
That's all for now, kisses!
httyd brainworms got me. here’s some hiccup doodles
Hiccup kisses
Hiccup pulls you by the waist and reverently slides his fingers through your hair, moving it away from your neck.
His firm, calloused hands from hard work glide through the strands at the nape of your neck, clutching the hair between the man's fingers.
"I love this, you know? Your scent, your sweet skin, and how your eyes sparkle when I do this." His voice is low and full of love and a hint of something only Hiccup carries.
He tilts his head, finding your forehead in the space between your jaw and neck, he kisses gently at first in a way that makes you sigh.
Then his lips nibble your skin and pull at the small strands of hair with his mouth, in a tender way that he himself developed for these moments.
His hands move over your body, first settling on your waist and then moving to your ribs, where he applies a small pressure that he knows will make you sigh.
You lay your back against his chest, you can feel the firmness he fought years to develop during several missions and training sessions, in addition to a lot of work at the forge. It is almost impossible for you not to give in and tilt your head more to give him more space.
This seems to be an activity that will last for a good while.
Hey everyone! I'm back after being absent for a while. I'm studying to get into college, and since the test is almost here, I haven't been able to post. But while I'm waiting to arrive at my destination, I decided to write a bit! Anyway, I hope you like it! Kisses!
Just a thought
I'm rewatching RTTE for, like, the millionth time and I just hit season six, episode six.
So, I have an opinion about it. I love Astrid and how her character develops, but she really doesn't get Hiccup's complexities or the way he sees the world.
It's clear he'd have an easier time noticing the Dragon Eye lens, and Hiccup seriously needs her to explicitly state what she wants. That kind of stuff is tough for him, it's super obvious.
I didn't think it was fair for her to demand he completely understand how she felt when she didn't even bother to clearly explain exactly how she was feeling. It's not easy for everyone to grasp other people's emotions, and sometimes we have an easier time picking up on signals and details in creatures or objects than we do in people.
Anyway, that was just a random thought that popped into my head. It might be a little messy, but again, that's just my opinion.
PS: Points for the Astrid redemption in the final of the episode
🌻 Hiccup Headcanon! ASD!
Well! As I mentioned earlier in one of my posts, I consider Hiccup a person on the Autism Spectrum Disorder (ASD). With that in mind, and as a person who is also on the spectrum, I'd like to share some of my Hiccup headcanons (HCs). Shall we?
First, the man is hyposensitive; few things will shake this man, and when I say few, I mean very FEW. Loud noises? Nah. Difficult textures? Unfazed. Strong smells? Nothing will bother him. Injuries of all kinds? The man just can't feel them.
Although Hiccup was very fearful as a child, this did not apply to thunder and storms, and he was barely affected when he was on a fishing boat with Stoick. The boy didn't cry when he got hurt and hardly felt it when he bumped into something, which became a tremendous fear for Stoick when the baby boy didn't react after falling.
Another thing! Hiccup is completely fixated on puzzles. He can spend hours on them, and look, they can even be metaphorical, but if something seems like a riddle to Hiccup, he won't rest until everything is solved (at least for his autistic brain).
One of the few things that affect Hiccup is the idea of losing someone or something important to him. In contrast to his lack of physical sensitivity, he is EXTREMELY empathetic, often unable to separate the problems of others from his own.
Hiccup loves to rock; he will usually stay between your legs, hugging his torso, and make repetitive rocking motions involving both of you. He does this without realizing it, and over time, this will make him almost immune to the external world.
Hiccup doesn't like trying new things. If you enjoy experimenting with new recipes, he won't object, but he also won't volunteer to taste them. He usually likes boar ribs, yak cheese, soft and dry bread, well-roasted salmon with crispy skin, and potatoes.
Now let's talk about hyperfixations. Hiccup (obviously) hyperfixates on dragons, physics, astronomy, mechanical engineering, forge and chemistry (or alchemy). The man is a knowledge glutton during these times and can talk to you for hours about them. If you also have hyperfixations, he will listen and ask a lot of questions, so be prepared for a ton of questions from dear Hiccup.
Regarding touch, he has no social filters about it—and frankly, not about what to say in conversations either. He'll just speak his mind directly and say what's in his heart, anyway. When it comes to touch, he becomes completely touch-starved, constantly touching your hair, your hands, your waist, kissing your neck, and absorbing everything he can from you, almost as if he could forget your small details.
Hiccup concentrates best when he's drawing. During battle strategies against dragon hunters, conversations about his hyperfixations, or village meetings, he'll always be sketching something. And most of the time, it will be you, and of course, a million of his hyperfixations and random bits of information surrounding you.
Well, I think that's it! Kiss (or Hugs/Bye) and thanks for following along!
Ever think of doing ones with Viggo or Ryker?
I had never thought about it, but depending on the topics, I think I can write, but for now my focus is on Hiccup.
Love the headcannons keep them up!♥️
Thanks a bunch! That was so sweet of you! Let me know if you have any special requests, I'm all ears! ❤️
🌶️Hiccup’s HC (spicy edition) 🌶️
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Yo! I've clawed my way back from the grave! Finally graduated and I'm prepping for college entrance exams. But whenever I catch a breath, I'll pop back here to drop some sweet or saucy posts!
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Hiccup is a man consumed by hunger for you. Half his waking moments find him amidst your limbs, a devotee worshipping with kisses and sighs. The other half, he burns with a primal need to enter you.
It is almost ritualistic, his preamble: a tender caress softening your skin, fingers tracing every curve, every line, every muscle and whispered secret he can access. Beyond this gentle torture, his hands masterfully tease your hair, your thighs, your breasts, leaving you undone, disoriented.
Hiccup adheres to a sacred vow: he will not cease until you have found release thrice over—provided, of course, you consent. Our beloved neurodivergent scholar will delve into the very biology of your being, seeking to absorb, with meticulous devotion, your deepest preferences.
In the nascent stages of your union, he is methodical, perhaps even fierce. He will explore your pleasure with an almost clinical precision, analyzing, like the astute strategist he is.
He learns swiftly, understanding with exquisite clarity how you most desire to be handled. The second phase is raw passion. He will reveal his own desires, charting the boundaries of your shared intimacy, guided by the unwritten tenets our favorite neurodivergent has imposed upon himself.
Among these commandments: to grasp your hair, to nibble and kiss every inch of your neck and torso, to dwell in the sanctuary of your legs, whether in tender oral devotion or in the powerful friction against your hips.
Hiccup adores facing you, for he is, in his own way, a romantic. He wishes to hoard your sounds, your sighs, for himself, to keep within his private, inner world.
Yet, he too has his sanctuaries. There are moments he shies from touch in particular places, where the scars from his fiery fall, after the battle with Red Death, lie etched upon him.
They lie upon your arms, beneath the leftward swell of your breast, and etched along the calf of your prosthetic limb. When the world presses too heavily upon him, or when it overwhelms you both, he will soften, shifting to nestle within you, allowing you both to become still, intertwined.
What most soothes this man is the rhythm of your heart; it grants him a profound, ingrained peace, mingled with the unique perfume of your being, now imbued with his own essence.
Hiccup is meticulous in his aftercare. He insists on tending to you, cleaning, dressing, and always soliciting your thoughts on your shared intimacy. He champions clarity and transparency in your sexual union, ensuring the comfort of both souls.
And finally, his favored sanctuaries for passion: upon your shared bed, in the forge-crafted bed he built, during the gentle embrace of a bath, and at the very table where his most recent designs lie. We cannot fault him; sometimes, the act of creation is fraught with stress, and you, my dear, are always his most beloved solace.
So, that's all folks! Hope you dug it. Hit me up with feedback on more Hiccup topics you're interested in!
Hiccup Headcanon!!
I’ve always wondered how Hiccup would react to certain things, and I imagine that the first time he saw your stretch marks, he thought they were scars. He spent days worried, trying to figure out how they got there.
Until one night, while you were lying together in the comfort of the evening, he suddenly asked you.
“What are these marks?” he asked curiously, tracing one of them on your thigh. You looked at him for a few seconds, then explained what they actually were.
After that, Hiccup became completely fascinated by them. He saw them like waves—every time he’s trailing kisses across your skin (which he does often), he makes sure to kiss your little “waves.”
More Hiccup drawings!!
Hiccup and toothless!!
New Project
The flickering light of Hiccup’s cabin softly illuminated the room. There was only a small candle lit, casting gentle shadows along the contours of his face. He was hunched over several projects and maps, each one filled with plans and notes about how he should proceed with his strategies.
It was cold, but the man didn’t seem to mind. His calloused fingers, worn from forging and sword training, scraped against the edges of the papers and his charcoal pencils. Hiccup was bent over his own mess, lost in his personal world. His dragon slept quietly beside him — Toothless wasn’t unaware of his owner's nightly habits, but he was far too tired to follow him this time.
He was cautious, almost restless. He had no idea how many hours had passed in the early morning, but the feeling weighing on his heart was one of helplessness. He constantly pondered the “what ifs.” After the two fateful days with Viggo and an overwhelming victory that was only less damaging thanks to Dagur helping to free Heather — which ultimately led to the loss of the Dragon Eye.
A sense of failure had begun to take root deep inside him, and now he sat there, extremely focused and locked in his own thoughts. A frustrated growl escaped his throat, prompting him to rub his temples. He paused, breathing heavily.
Footsteps caught his attention. Hiccup lifted his head and his eyes followed toward the door. For a few seconds, neither Ana nor Hiccup said anything. She stood there in a white satin nightgown — light, embroidered, clinging to her voluptuous figure. She brushed a lock of hair from her face. In her hand was a wooden and metal mug, filled with a liquid that the man had no idea what it was.
Her steps were soft as she crossed the room and walked toward him. The sweet, citrusy scent of fruit she carried washed over his senses. He paused for a moment, simply savoring the sensation. Suddenly, the feeling of the ring on his finger became impossible to ignore. His eyes searched for the matching band on her hands, and for the first time since their arranged marriage, it felt comforting—satisfying—to see her there.
"It’s late. Couldn't sleep?" Hiccup asked gently as she leaned against the edge of the table, her smaller, curvy figure becoming more defined in that position. Her waist fit perfectly against the table’s edge. She crossed her arms and set the mug aside.
"I wasn’t sleepy," Ana replied, the Latin roots in her voice creating a strong accent over her broken Norse. Her eyes weren’t focused on him—they seemed distant, while her breathing deepened, her lips slightly parted.
She was Roman—an Alessi. He was a Viking—a Haddock. What a strange combination.
When Caesar had made that proposal to Stoick, Hiccup had never imagined they would end up in such a situation. They had consummated the marriage, tangled in new sensations and sighs, but after that, neither had touched the other. That thought had drifted to the back of his mind—until now. Now it was undeniable: seeing her so casually in that space felt far more comforting, even alluring, than he had ever expected to feel from the moment those rings were placed on their fingers.
The two rings had been crafted from iron and finished with gold—a symbol of a strong union between two peoples who, until then, had no real reason to coexist or connect.
My wife.
Those words would sometimes slip from his lips and flood his thoughts, but seeing her like that, in the middle of the night, standing in front of him, made him want to pull her into his arms, to breathe in her scent, and to kiss the exposed curve of her chest revealed by the neckline of her clothes.
"Why are you up so late?" Her voice was soft and warm in Hiccup’s ears. Finally, his wife’s eyes were on his.
"It was a hard day," he replied simply. He didn’t want to talk about it now, and he knew Ana wouldn’t press him. That was one of the things that kept their relationship in balance—one of the things he had come to deeply appreciate about her.
"I know." The reply was barely more than a whisper. The young woman picked up the mug and took a long sip, her short, unruly hair falling slightly into her line of vision. Hiccup had to restrain himself from tucking one of the strands behind her ear just to feel the softness of her skin beneath the roughness of his fingers.
"What are you drinking?" he asked out of pure curiosity. He had begun to feel a deep desire to know more about her, to uncover everything the depths of her soul and being might hold. He found himself consumed by a hunger—to learn and discover everything about the woman he now knew was his wife.
"Wine. The last of what my father’s ships brought to Berk. There’s always some left over—your people don’t seem very interested in it." She spoke gently while swirling the mug slowly, creating a whirlpool with the dark, fruity drink. "Would you like to try?" Ana asked softly, extending the mug to Hiccup. He took it, his fingers brushing against her soft, delicate ones.
One sip was all her husband needed to draw his conclusion. He took another, slowly, savoring the flavors. He had seen his wife drink this kind of beverage many times before—as she always said, white wine or red, and in this case, it was the latter.
"It reminds me of you," he said as he took another sip from the old wooden mug, the fruity taste and the bitterness of the alcohol lingering on his tongue. His eyes drifted to her.
"What do you mean?" The question came out uncertain, quiet, but direct—gentle, and yet so full of meaning and a deep desire to understand what was going through Hiccup’s mind. That single word was enough to make him pause, to consider whether he should follow his thoughts through or not.
The fruity scent seemed to grow stronger—no doubt from how close they now stood. Suddenly, the once cool night began to feel warmer, heavier.
"Unlike anything I’ve ever known… or tasted."
So that’s it, guys! This is my new project. From now on, whenever I write stories with Hiccup, I’ll be using my OC, Ana — but in different situations and storylines. Only the name will stay the same.
Once again, this is an aged-up story — the characters are 23 years old, and it takes place during Race to the Edge.
If you’d like me to continue with this project or go back to the previous one, just let me know!
Hiccup Headcanon
I’ve always seen Hiccup as a very affectionate boyfriend. He likes to maintain physical contact all the time—leaving kisses, running his hands through your hair.
I have this personal headcanon that Hiccup is on the autism spectrum, so it’s clear that you’ve become one of his special interests. Whenever he has a sensory overload or something starts to bother him, he finds comfort in hearing your voice, holding your hands, or just smelling your scent—it always helps calm him down.
Hiccup loves cuddling, kissing your neck when you’re focused, already knowing you’ll end up losing concentration for a few seconds.
When you’re sleeping, he’ll lie between your legs with his head resting on your chest, enjoying your fingers in his hair or simply the soft rhythm of your breathing.
Whenever Hiccup is hyperfocused on a new project or dragon research, he usually does it in the forge. Since you always wanted to be closer to him during those moments—partly to be by his side and partly because you find it insanely attractive watching his muscles and sweat as he hammers and welds—he set up a bed there for you. That way, if he stays late, you can sleep nearby or lie down together while he studies new specimens.
Sorry for disappearing, guys! I had some really important exams recently that are crucial for my graduation, but I promise I’ll update and post more chapters as soon as I’m on break. The ideas are still bubbling in my head and I haven’t stopped thinking about the story. In the meantime, I’ll post some Hiccup headcanons for you all!
Just some thoughts
I feel like Hiccup is the kind of boyfriend—well, fiancé, since there wasn’t really dating back in his time, just courting then marriage (anyway)—he’s the kind of guy who knows when your period is coming, you know? Like, he’s aware of your cycle, ovulation, PMS and everything, because he gets super focused on the person he’s with. He really takes the time to learn every little detail about them with so much care. Anyway, just some random late-night thoughts!
A question for u guys!
I have more drawings of Hiccup do u guys want to see it?
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OC sketch for the book!
Ana’s here! And look who tagged along Hiccup!
