rachelteazer

She/her | I'm in my HTTYD era | rachelteazer on AO3

[rachelteazer]

Hi! Welcome to my about me!

Who am I? I'm Rachel (she/her), in my 30s, from the UK. In real life I'm a book editor!

My fandoms: How to Train Your Dragon (books and films/series), especially the Race to the Edge TV show. THW is not canon to me.

What I ship: I am a proshipper (i.e. ship what you like, I will block if it makes me uncomfortable) and a multishipper. I mainly ship Vigcup and Hiccstrid, but I also like Hicclegs, Heathstrid and many more! Got a rare pair? I will probably dig it.

Credits: Header image by me. Profile picture by @syctasarchive. Dividers by @diviniyae.

My writing: I mostly write Hiccup whump and Vigcup. View a masterlist of my fics or browse the tag #rachelwrites for sneak peaks, drafts, random snippets, etc.

My art: I am new to digital art but you can view this under the tag #rachelsart. You can also view my paintings under the tag #rachelpaints.

[emachinescat]

For the bingo, "Enemy Turned Caretaker"? Up for Dagur, Viggo or Ryker.

Thank you so much for the request! I had an anon also request this prompt with Dagur or Viggo, and I had another anon request this with another character, so this was a popular one! I'm still planning on writing the one with the other character too, but this particular one was the perfect part 2 to my fic High Tide. :) Hope you enjoy! <3

High Tide, Part Two: Viggo by Emachinescat (AO3)

HTTYD | Link in Title

Hiccup wakes chained in the bottom of an oubliette, far beneath the earth's surface, entombed in walls of stone. Completely helpless, completely alone, easily the most desperate predicament he's ever been in. And then it gets worse. A Triple Cross AU in two parts.

Fandom: How to Train Your Dragon (Animated Movies), DreamWorks Dragons (Cartoon)

Words: 7,683 | Chapters: 2/2 | Rating: Teen And Up Audiences | Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply | Category: Gen, M/M | Part 4 of Bad Things Happen Bingo, Part 19 of Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Hurt

Relationships: Viggo Grimborn & Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III, Viggo Grimborn/Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III, Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III & Toothless | Characters: Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III, Viggo Grimborn, Toothless (How to Train Your Dragon)

Additional Tags: Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III Whump, Captured Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III, Hurt Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III, Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III Needs a Hug, Buried Alive, Oubliettes, prison cells, imprisoned, Panic Attacks, Fear, Near Death Experiences, Nobody Dies, But We Cut It Real Close This Time Fam, Drowning, Near Drowning, Chains, Enemy to Caretaker, Hurt/Comfort, Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III & Toothless Friendship, Unrequited Viggo Grimborn/Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III, Unrequited Love, Viggo Grimborn Lives, Viggo Grimborn Redemption, Soft Viggo Grimborn, Broken Bones, Episode: s06e08 Triple Cross (Dragons: Race to the Edge), Episode AU: s06e08 Triple Cross (Dragons: Race to the Edge), episode AU, Dragons: Race to the Edge, Episode: s04e06 Dire Straits (Dragons: Race to the Edge), Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III Has PTSD, Resuscitation

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Excerpt below; read the whole fic on AO3! <3

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Hiccup woke up feeling like a Gronkle had barreled into his chest, weaker than a newborn babe, his throat burning and his head pounding. But he felt warm and he rested on something soft.

He was alive.

He let out a groan that was more of a whimper with delusions of grandeur. Every part of his body ached, especially his chest. At his stirring, he heard motion on either side of him — the swish of fabric brushing against fabric on his right, and the shifting of a large body on his left, complete with frantic mother-hen dragon clucking and worried warbles. A bit farther away, the crackle of a small fire found Hiccup's ears.

Hiccup's eyes snapped open.

"T-Toothless?" he breathed, his voice more breath than sound. His best friend's anxious face swam into view, alive and anxious and practically vibrating with excitement. Above Toothless's head, inky star-flecked skies peered through a sparse canopy of trees.

Hiccup expected Toothless to descend on him like he usually did after a near-death experience, all wiggly body and slobbery tongue. But this time, Toothless stayed relatively calm, nuzzling Hiccup's cheek gently with his nose. Hiccup could only find the strength to raise his left hand to stroke his dragon's warm nose for a handful of seconds before it flopped back down, the muscles screaming like he'd just completed one of Astrid's brutal upper-body drills.

His brow furrowed; his hand and wrist had been meticulously bandaged with white linen. Toothless, magnificent dragon that he was, had no end of surprising hidden talents, but Hiccup seriously doubted wrapping bandages was one of them. Which meant he wasn't alone.

Hiccup couldn't remember much from his horrifying time in the oubliette — just a jumble of scattered memories and striking fear and numbing despair and a pervasive sense of doom. And water. A lot of water.

A voice rang out from his left, and Hiccup stiffened in horror.

"Awake at last, I see. How do you feel, my dear?"

Viggo.

Despite the oppressive weakness and fragility shrouding his body, Hiccup still managed to lever himself onto his elbows, and desperately tried to scuttle backwards, away from the man now moving into his line of sight.

"G-get 'way," Hiccup slurred. "G-get back." He tried to lift an arm to shield Toothless, but he wasn't strong enough even for that. He collapsed back onto the fur beneath him, completely spent.

Toothless rumbled worriedly and exchanged a concerned look with Viggo.

Wait.

Hiccup paused, blinked. Surely he must be dreaming. Or dead. Suspended somewhere between Valhalla, with Toothless, and Helheim, with Viggo. Some freaky purgatory where his best friend and his greatest enemy suddenly had some kind of understanding? The dragon and the man-who-hunts-dragons, united at his bedside?

Or maybe he'd just lost his mind.

But when Viggo reached out to sweep Hiccup's damp hair from his forehead, his hand was warm and real and terrifyingly gentle. "Do you remember much?" he asked simply.

Hiccup shook his head, or tried to, but it just lolled to the right and wouldn't roll back. So he was stuck staring at Viggo and his weirdly tender expression instead of his beloved Night Fury. Just his luck.

[mdoodlerfandomart]

Lap Drawing Game - Straddle - Viggo x Hiccup

@jeasyjones

[rachelteazer]

Lessons in Lust

How to Train Your Dragon | Hiccup/Viggo | CW: Suggestive themes | 621 words

Inspired by @mdoodlerfandomart's art!

Hiccup has never kissed anyone before. Viggo shows him how it’s done.

Read on AO3

Prompt: Lap

[friendlyforrest]

My darling Hiccup

[mdoodlerfandomart]

taking what he wants

[hiilikedragons]

Can you do like a prince and a servant hiccstrid au? With smut if you like to ^-^

This is probably not what you were wanting at all, but once the idea got in my head, I couldn’t get it out. 

Keep reading

[mx-dragon-faye]

Faye’s Alphabet Whump

I made an alphabetical list of a few whump prompts! There’s some alternatives at the end for a few of the letters too

Use it for art, for fanfics, for any fandom you’d like!

A is for Asphyxiation

B is for Branding

C is for Collar

D is for Dehydration

E is for Electrocution

F is for Forced to Watch

G is for Gagged

H is for Headache

I is for Injection

J is for Jagged Edge

K is for Kidnapped

L is for Laceration

M is for Mind Control

N is for Nearly Dead

O is for Overheating

P is for Poison

Q is for Quake

R is for Restraints

S is for Sickness

T is for Trepanning

U is for Ultimatum

V is for Venom

W is for Waterboarding

X is for Xiphoid Process

Y is for Yanked

Z is for Zapped

Alternatives for B, E, I, L, N, V, W:

B is also for Brutalized, Buried Alive

E is also for Eye Trauma, Exhaustion

I is also for Interrogation

L is also for Leashed

N is also for Non-Con

V is also for Vivisected

W is also for Whipping

[rachelteazer]

You Wear Fine Things Well

How to Train Your Dragon | Hiccup/Viggo | CW: Grief | 1,970 words

On the anniversary of a painful memory for Hiccup, Viggo has a gift for him. Post-HTTYD2, Viggo Lives AU.

Read on AO3

Prompt: Silk

[fkso19]

Ignore it if you're not interested pls

Do you want me to draw more?....

[narskas-sweet-release]

Some Dagur at a beach party, imagine Cha Cha Cha Or Dancing queen.

[autumndragon]

moon-drenched ferns, lamb on the altar

Maces and Talons 2026 Anniversary Bingo

ao3 link in title

Misfortune has plagued the dragon hunters, so they make a sacrifice in hopes of appeasing the gods. Hiccup might not be the right person for that. For the Maces and Talons 2026 Anniversary Bingo : Sacrifice + "No Talking"

Fandom: How to Train Your Dragon (Animated Movies)

Words: 1844 | Chapters: 1/1 | Rating: Teen And Up Audiences | Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply | Category: Gen, M/M | Part 1 of Maces and Talons 2026 Anniversary Bingo

Relationships: Viggo Grimborn / Hiccup Haddock

Additional Tags: Human Sacrifice, Hiccup Haddock Whump, Deity Hiccup Haddock, Ambiguous/Open Ending, Religious Imagery & Symbolism, Possessive Viggo Grimborn, Nobody Dies

Bingo Card below the cut

[elshe]

The RTTE girls!!!

[emachinescat]

High Tide by Emachinescat (AO3)

HTTYD | Link in Title

Hiccup wakes chained in the bottom of an oubliette, far beneath the earth's surface, entombed in walls of stone. Completely helpless, completely alone, easily the most desperate predicament he's ever been in. And then it gets worse. A Triple Cross AU in two parts.

Fandom: How to Train Your Dragon (Animated Movies), DreamWorks Dragons (Cartoon)

Words: 4,334 | Chapters: 1/2 | Rating: Teen And Up Audiences | Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply | Category: Gen, M/M | Part 4 of Bad Things Happen Bingo, Part 19 of Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Hurt

Relationships: Viggo Grimborn & Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III, Viggo Grimborn/Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III, Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III & Toothless | Characters: Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III, Viggo Grimborn, Toothless (How to Train Your Dragon)

Additional Tags: Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III Whump, Captured Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III, Hurt Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III, Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III Needs a Hug, Buried Alive, Oubliettes, prison cells, imprisoned, Panic Attacks, Fear, Near Death Experiences, Nobody Dies, But We Cut It Real Close This Time Fam, Drowning, Near Drowning, Chains, Enemy to Caretaker, Hurt/Comfort, Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III & Toothless Friendship, Unrequited Viggo Grimborn/Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III, Unrequited Love, Viggo Grimborn Lives, Viggo Grimborn Redemption, Soft Viggo Grimborn, Broken Bones, Episode: s06e08 Triple Cross (Dragons: Race to the Edge), Episode AU: s06e08 Triple Cross (Dragons: Race to the Edge), episode AU, Dragons: Race to the Edge, Episode: s04e06 Dire Straits (Dragons: Race to the Edge), Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III Has PTSD, Resuscitation

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Excerpt below; read the whole fic on AO3! <3

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Upon closer inspection, his cell looked more like a glorified hole or an empty well, perfectly circular and wide enough to just accommodate a Monstrous Nightmare's wingspan.

An oubliette, he thought grimly, squinting up at the ceiling where he could only just make out the outline of a trapdoor, no ladder in sight.

Utilizing his fear became suddenly far more of a challenge. Because it was one thing to be trapped in a dungeon, waiting to be tortured. But a place like this? A hole in the ground? He could think of only one reason that a prisoner would be placed in an oubliette: To rot. A person only buried something if they planned to discard it for good.

He'd been chained down here to die. And this time, there would be no clever escape. Hiccup was smart, and he'd weaseled himself out of more than a few tight spots over the years, but this, chained in a stone-walled oubliette without his prosthetic, deep beneath the surface of the earth, with damp, towering walls too slick to climb even if he had use of his arms and legs…

Unless rescue came swooping down from the skies — which he wanted to hope for, but oubliettes were also notoriously difficult to find if rescuers didn't know exactly what they were looking for — the inside of this hole would be the last thing he'd ever see.

His breath hitched. No! Stop it! Stop panicking and think!

But what was the point of thinking if he couldn’t think himself out of his prison? And what was the point of remembering what had happened when he already knew what was to come?

Hiccup gulped in the deepest breath he could muster, desperate to combat the paralyzing fog — then froze, heart ricocheting against his ribs, as he met some kind of resistance. His chest would only expand so far. It took all his floundering courage to look down, and once he did, he wished at once that he had not.

A heavy shackle — probably one meant for a dragon's neck encircled his abdomen, tight and unyielding. Hiccup, numb with shock, followed the path of its enormous chain to its end, where it had been bolted to the floor. Which was as confusing as it was concerning — chaining him to the floor was both complete overkill and needlessly dramatic… So what was the point?

But this puzzle, at least, gave him something besides the swelling mass of fear to focus on. Whoever had taken him was either over-the-top with their security, obscenely dramatic, or particularly cruel. He could work with that. If he could figure out who had captured him, maybe he could remember what had happened, and then he could—

His whirring mind stalled, fear fraying at the edges of purpose like a moth to old clothes.

And then what? He'd still be stuck here. He'd still die down here.

But at least he'd die as himself, not just a shell that fear had carved open and hollowed out and filled with its own maddening venom. He'd die as Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III, Dragon Rider and heir to Berk. He'd die as the son of the mighty Stoick the Vast, not unafraid but uncowed by his own fear. He would die, but he would still win, because he would not die a coward.

Easier said than done, but Hiccup had never been one to take the easy way out.

[thedragon-and-hisboy]

vampire and viggo <3 @mr-business-whump

I've been writing too much kinktober. Sorry not sorry

He hadn't seen it as his bloodline's gift at first. It had been a burden: finding enough blood to survive, keeping his condition secret, running his empire effectively from beyond the grave… it had been too much to handle for a while.

Then he realized that it didn't have to be. He'd deputized his brother in his place, allowed him to take control of the hunters in the field while he managed everything behind the scenes. It had been working so well. He'd almost adjusted to drinking the blood of slaughtered animals, sating that hunger deep in his chest.

When Ryker told him about dragon riders sabotaging their operations, he knew what was coming. How could it end any other way?

Hiccup twitched in his arms and stifled a groan. He was trying so hard to disguise how much Viggo was frightening him, but the fear was pouring off him in waves. It was endearing, how he tried to put on a brave face when Viggo's tongue grazed his neck.

"Relax, my dear," Viggo murmured. Hiccup was tied to the chair before his desk and Viggo was leaning over his shoulder, hands roving over his torso.

"Don-don't touch me," Hiccup managed. He was leaning away from Viggo, but the ropes held him fast. Viggo could practically smell the tears he was holding back. Oh, it was intoxicating.

Viggo chuckled as Hiccup shuddered; his hand had grazed the laces at the top of his tunic. With one tug, Viggo undid them and coiled one around his finger. "I'll be doing more than that, Hiccup."

"Stop," Hiccup gasped. "I-I don't have anything you w-want, you already have the Dragon Eye!"

"Oh, do you think that's what this is about?" Viggo asked. He came around the chair to face Hiccup; Hiccup avoided his eyes. Viggo took his chin and forced their eyes to meet. "Do you believe that is what I want? Still?" He ran his thumb across Hiccup's lips. "Really, my dear. You're cleverer than that." He pushed his thumb into Hiccup's mouth. "This is personal."

Viggo pulled back quickly as Hiccup tried to bite down. "Leave me alone," Hiccup snapped, eyes blazing with equal amounts of fear and anger. "You're disgusting." He hesitated, fear tipping the balance over rage as Viggo's eyes narrowed.

"If you try to bite me, I will bite you," Viggo said coolly. "You are lucky you didn't manage that." He took Hiccup's chin again and forced it up so that Hiccup was gasping at the ceiling. The adrenaline from the near miss was waking the pull in Viggo's chest, the demand that had to be met. The sight of Hiccup struggling, chest heaving and beautiful neck exposed, was also doing quite a lot to arouse Viggo's hunger.

He'd dreamed about biting Hiccup since they met. It had been devilishly tempting to feed from him while he was frozen by the Flightmare mist, but he hadn't dared. Since then, he'd imagined this countless times. The way the boy would smell, the way his heart would pound madly, the artery under Viggo's lips twitching against the skin, the keens of pain he wouldn't be able to hold back, the desperate pleas… More than once, Viggo had woken from dreams of that moment with a pressing need to change his trousers.

And now…Viggo settled in his lap, straddling him with one hand buried in his hair to keep his head raised, the other gripping the back of the chair to steady himself. If he hadn't been aware before, Hiccup was certainly now fully conscious of how arousing Viggo found this; his groin was pressed against his stomach and every little writhe only excited Viggo's senses further. His canines lengthened as he leaned forward and inhaled deeply.

It was everything he'd hoped for. His fangs caressed the curve of Hiccup's throat. Hiccup was hyperventilating now, pants interspersed with little whines of terror. Viggo licked along the line of Hiccup's artery. Soon, the slight numbing of his saliva would make the bite almost painless. The other effects of his saliva would render Hiccup even more helpless than he already was. Hiccup took a shuddering gasp as Viggo's fang hooked his skin. "Wh-what—"

"Shh," Viggo whispered against his throat. "You'll be delicious." And he broke the skin.

Hiccup's blood was wonderful. The bitter tang of fear in it only made it better to Viggo's taste. As he closed his lips over the weeping wound, Hiccup cried out hoarsely. A tear ran down his cheek and brushed against Viggo's face as he drank. With every swallow, he could feel himself getting lost in the ecstasy of the feast. It was more stupefying than the finest wines, which had all tasted like swill to Viggo since his transformation. Nothing was better than blood, and no blood was better than Hiccup's. He barely remembered to breathe. When at last he had to surface, panting, he leaned back to see Hiccup's face.

Viggo's saliva had a sedating effect on a live victim. With how much the blood sated him and slowed his reflexes, it was tremendously helpful to incapacitate his meal before losing himself to the bloodlust. Hiccup had succumbed to the effects just as Viggo had expected. Even without Viggo's hand pulling his hair, his head tilted up. His eyes were glassy, tears slowly slipping out of them. His mouth had fallen open; he looked as drunk as Viggo felt. He didn't even react as Viggo caressed his face.

"Oh, Hiccup," Viggo said. His voice was thick, as it always was after feeding. "My dear. You cannot know how excellent you taste."

"N-no," Hiccup whispered. His breath was hitching in his chest. "No…"

"Don't say that." Viggo cupped his face. "I will treat you like the treasure you are."

"Don't want to be—," Hiccup hiccuped on a sob. "Don't w-want to be l-like you…"

Viggo laughed. He hadn't infected Hiccup. He could, maybe, but then he wouldn't be able to feed from him anymore. He'd rather drive the stake into his own chest than lose that. He ran his fingers through Hiccup's hair. "No, no, my dear. I will not turn you."

The relieved laugh that Hiccup let out turned into a sob. "I w-want to leave— Toothless—"

"Shh," Viggo said. "You're not in your right mind, Hiccup. You must rest." Feeding from a human was such a literal drain, and he'd taken more than he should have in his lust. Hiccup would need to recover for a few hours at least.

"Please," Hiccup whispered, eyes sliding closed. "Let me go."

"No," Viggo said, and kissed his forehead. He left behind a perfect print of his lips in Hiccup's blood.

[mx-dragon-faye]

Wanted to share this random thought I had, that Viggo's bangs reminds me of a micro-version of Draculaura's bangs, and that led me to thinking Vampire!Viggo biting/turning Hiccup while he's got him captured, and now Hiccup has to deal with that too (Perhaps newly-turned Vampires require something from their turners, like training or blood or comfort until they're fine on their own, even? 👀)

Well, at least he and Toothless have the same day-night routine now? And if he's sensitive to sunlight, maybe dragon-scale armor can help with that? And Toothless keep him warm when his dead-ish body feels cold? ALSO if he turns into a bat, imagine, if you will, Toothless going about his day/night as normal, except with a cute brown bat riding on his head, or sleeping upside-down beside him *^*

I'm having many thoughts about this :>

Hehehehe anon this is such a fun thought thank you for sharing!!

Ohhhh the different scenarios that could revolve around vampire!Viggo turning Hiccup— situations where it’s willing… situations where it’s not…

And with the idea of throwing in newly turned vampires needing to stay by the vampire who turned them for a certain amount of time for whatever reason… ohhhh that could be so fun to play around with!! 👀

And awww Toothless and vampire!Hiccup hanging out at night would be so fun— and also terrifying for anyone who has to go against them! The Unholy Offspring of Lightning and Death Itself along with an Undead Dragon Rider? Their enemies need to pick one of the gods and start praying

Oh but Toothless and Hiccup cuddling because that’s like one of the only ways Hiccup can feel warmth anymore since Viggo turned him ahhh so cute!!

Ahhh now I’m having so many different thoughts about this anon!!!! Thanks for the ask!!

[orlissa]

I have a physical need for Toothless to be around when Hiccup and Astrid start having kids. Because, like that's his baby too.

Toothless taking at least a week to understand that he really don't have to regurgitate fish for the baby. Another week for him to understand Astrid doesn't need it either.

Making him understand that he really shouldn't "bathe" the baby is an ongoing battle.

Toothless sleeping curled around the cradle. Gods help anyone apart from Hiccup and Astrid if they try to approach.

Once the baby is a little bigger, them and Toothless playing by passing a little ball back and forth on the floor.

Toothless seen carrying a toddler in his mouth around the village, with the people being totally non-plussed. "That's alright, kid just wandered too far away from the 'nest' for Toothless' liking."

[rachelteazer]

Just dropping by to say your fics are great, thank you for sharing them!! And thank you for being one of the people who makes the httyd fandom so amazing, you’ve definitely contributed to me having such a great time being part of the fandom!

Aw! Thank you so much, Faye, that's really kind of you to say! 😊 It's been soooo lovely being part of this fandom because everyone is just so nice?!? The amount of love and encouragement I've received (and given, hopefully!) has been astounding.

It's very cliche to say, but I've honestly learned and grown so much since September/October 2025 when I joined this fandom. I've learned a lot about myself, what I enjoy, but I've also made some amazing friends and started creating again, which is so great.

So thanks right back at you 💖 You also make the fandom an amazing place!