Most of the protagonist characters have this awe-inspiringly scary glare when they are angry or determined. It makes people around them either hesitate or admire them, depending on their respective relationship with the character.
But Hiccup, Oh My God!
His glare isn't scary! Like, all my fav characters have that glare which could halt enemies and friends alike but Hiccup's glare is just... a petulant half pout
It's hilarious and adorable. He can't glare! Cjjfjdjckvk no wonder nobody takes his glares seriously. Villains look at this boy glaring at them and never get afraid, they always chuckle or hold back a chuckle. They all probably internally go, oh that is a child
Like look at him!
My boy can't glare
AND THEN! And then, shadows shift behind him and everyone loses track of their thoughts on Hiccup's adorably childish looking glares and their attention snap to the dark veil looking over his head like a dark winged cloak, a deep rumble of a growl vibrating the air and sending every heartbeat shooting skyhigh and every breath hitching in terror as slitted depths of green stare into their souls, daring anyone to harm the human under their protection.
Hiccup doesn't have a scary glare. But Toothless does. And he more than makes up for the lack of it
đđ I'm the anon that asked for a silent/non-talker reader fic with hiccup many many moons ago, but if you still write for him, could it be with a prompt where reader's still not much of a talker on some days but would like to still passionately communicate, therefore inventing a sort of sign language system with hiccup under gothi's supervision, and maybe put in a bit about how stoick knows of their relationship (i visited this hole of fondness in my brain again, forgive me)
a/n: dearest anon. I am so sorry for gettin back to you so late. I haven't been writing much lately, but your request helped me sort of rekindle my love for it. I've been spending way to much time on my phone instead of doing the things I like. I'll try to put out more writing. i'm sorry if the ending is a bit janky, im a little out of practice. also, i don't know much about asl, so i apologize for any mistakes. thank you for your request!
Sweetest of Melodies (pt. 2)
pt. 1
The sound of soft humming flooded the room. You were so focused on the soft lulling sound that came from your throat that you were unaware that the place had gone quiet. When you did, however, you found that all eyes were on you, making you retract your head into your shoulders as the signs of embarrassment appeared on your face. You silently reached out for Hiccupâs hand in order to seek some sort of comfort.
âSorryâ, you wanted to say, but your words failed you at the moment. You had come a long way since allowing yourself to speak more freely in front of the riders. That didnât mean that you were still totally comfortable with letting yourself be heard. Instead, you liked being able to hear yourself better; thatâs what most of your words were meant for anyway. For you to hear them.
âYou should sing more often,â Astrid said as if it was no big deal. You appreciated her nonchalant attitude, it made you feel less judged. You knew the riders didnât have bad intentions, it was probably still a little strange to hear you make a sound, which prompted their current reaction. But years of overthinking made you jump to the worst possible scenario, even if you knew it wasnât true.
In return you offered her a shy smile. Hiccup sensed your discomfort and did his best to steer the conversation away from you whilst giving your hand a small squeeze.
Later that night it occurred to him that whilst you were somewhat comfortable speaking to him, it was still a big step for you to accommodate to this while having been mute for years.
He was visibly stressed as he realized that some of your relationshipâs problems might stem from that. You werenât used to communicating with anyone. Anyone besides Gothi.
Thatâs how Hiccup found himself knocking at your front door one early morning. Gothi opened the door, as he knew she would and assuming that he was looking for you (like he often did), she quickly signaled to him that you had gone to collect some items you had run out of.Â
âActually. Iâm here to see youâ, he explained with a nervous smile.
Gothi seemed surprised for a brief moment before inviting him inside.
Awkwardly, Hiccup made his way inside and found a stool to sit on. He watches as Gothi -much like you did whenever he came to visit- occupied herself with making tea.Â
Once the tea was on the table, and she had poured a cup for him as well as one for herself, she stared at him patiently.
He took that as his sign to talk, and set the cup down after having had a sip.
âI need your help,â he stated rather obviously.
The small woman raised her eyebrow before signing your name in the form of a question.Â
âYes,â Hiccup confirmed. âI just-â he sighed as he rubbed the back of his neck. âSheâs come so far with speaking out more, and sheâs doing great, butâŠIâve just now realized that while sheâs making all this effort, I donât seem to be doing anything to understand her better.â
Gothiâs gaze softened.
âShe tries so hard, all the time; to understand me, and help me understand her, I just feel as if itâs about time I did the same for her.â
Silence settled between them as Gothi took another sip of her tea before hopping off the stool she was sitting on and staggering off to one of her many shelves.Â
âI guess, I was wondering if you could help me. Understand her better, I mean-â
 Not a second later a small book was slammed on the table. Hiccup jumped slightly, marveling at the frail womanâs strength.Â
Upon further inspection he realized it was not a book but rather a journal. Littered with drawings of different hand signs and gestures and their respective meanings. Dust covered its pages, indicating how long it had been since someone opened it last.
Hiccup looked up at Gothi with admiration. âYou made this?â
The woman shook her head and flicked back to the first page where your name had been scribbled down neatly.Â
He chuckled as he stared down at the journal, âthis is amazing.â
She nodded proudly. She had been the one to help you come up with this communication method, it had been your idea of course- but as the both of you developed it it made your bond grow stronger. She considered it to be hers as much as yours.Â
Hiccup carefully tucked the journal away and stood up. Enthusiastically, he gave Gothi a quick kiss on the cheek and thanked her before bolting out of the house.
âGood luckâ, she signed as she watched the young man ride away on his dragon.
Hiccup was determined. His presence amongst the dragonriders had become sparse. When he wasnât training or helping out in the forge, he was most likely practicing his signing skills. Even then, work seemed to come second to his newfound hobby.Â
He found himself practicing with Toothless, as he signed him orders receiving a confused tilt of the dragonâs head in return. He stole moments in the forge, his hands mimicking the signs in between hammering metal; his usual rambling also appeared to be accompanied by matching signs. Even during dragon races, he would move his fingers in the air absentmindedly, his mind working through the motions while Astrid gave him odd glances.
You, on the other hand, had no idea what was going on. His absence was more palpable as the days went on. He still greeted you, still sent you small smiles and the occasional kiss when you crossed paths, but your moments together felt shorter. Less frequent. He always had somewhere to rush off to. Places to go, people to see, things he needed to do.Â
At first, you didnât think much of itâHiccup was the chiefâs son, after all. He had responsibilities.Â
But as the days stretched into weeks, your nervousness grew.Â
Had you done something wrong? Was he getting tired of having to put up with you? Maybe it was too much effort, too exhausting. Maybe he had realized that words were easier. Someone else would be easierâŠ
The thought made your stomach twist uncomfortably.
You tried to push the thought away, but doubt seemed to creep into every corner of your mind.Â
You found yourself slipping into old habits. Speaking less often and keeping to yourself. You had stopped going to the forge to keep Hiccup company while he did his work.
Maybe he needed space.
Astrid had taken notice of this change, trying her best to include you in whatever plan the dragon riders were currently in the midst of. Whether it was a trip to a nearby island or just having lunch together near the cliffside.
One afternoon as you took residence in the Great Hall while grinding herbs, you felt a presence approach you. Hiccup strode in, and you quickly averted your gaze as you focused on the task at hand.
âWhere have you been?â he asked lightheartedly as his arms snaked around your waist and he pulled you closer.
You smiled nervously and just shrugged your shoulders.
âMy dad's been asking for you. You donât come by the forge anymore,â he continued as he nestled his head on your shoulder, pressing your back to him.Â
âJust busy,â you replied curtly.
He noticed how your hands seemed to accompany your words now. One of them laid flat, with your palm looking downwards whilst the other stood vertically and moved side to side in a repetitive motion.
âBusyâ.
He hadnât noticed that before. But now that he thought about it, your hands were always moving. You had been talking to yourself all along, in silence.
âI need to tell you something,â he said then, as he took a step back. His arms leaving your waist. You immediately missed the contact.
Your mind immediately jumped to the worst conclusion.Â
Hiccup's hands flexed and unflexed at his sides and his shoulders did that shaky thing they did whenever he had a lot on his mind.
âLeaving,â you signed to yourself as you placed down the pestle.
His face turned into that of confusion, as his right hand mimicked what yours had just done.  âLeave?âÂ
âWhat? No,â he mumbled, his eyebrows furrowed. âI miss youâ
Your mind had been too slow to realize what was happening. âWhat?â
 âI miss youâ he signed again. This time followed by an âi love youâ.
Your breath caught in your throat as a gasp escaped your lips.
His movements were slightly jumbled, not as smooth as yours or Gothiâs were. But the message was there clear as day. He was talking to her, with no words.
You stared at him for a long moment before finally reaching out, your fingers trembling as they brushed against his.
âI miss you too,â you replied. âSo much.â
Hiccup grabbed your hand and pulled you in before sweeping you off your feet for a kiss.
âWhat did you mean âleaveâ?â he asked with a slight chuckle as he pressed a tender kiss to your neck.
Your face flushed, immediately embarrassed for your self-deprecating thoughts. You tried to hide your face in the crook of his neck but he moved his head to search for your eyes.
âDonât tell me you thought I wanted to leave you,â he said, though the statement came out more as a question.Â
âIâm sorry!â you said as you buried your head in his chest. âYou just had been spending less time with me, and I thought you were getting tired of having to deal with me.âÂ
Hiccup pulled back slightly, his eyes searching yours. âHey, donât say that,â he whispered. âI could never get tired of you. I justâI wanted to learn. I wanted to understand you the way you understand me.â
You smiled up at him, adoration clear on your face. You stepped back and raised your hand slightly.Â
Reverse Httyd where Toothless bites/rips off Hiccup's leg at the start of the movie. Hiccup then falls into the cove and is trapped there, or maybe he already was in the cove from the struggle during the dragon attack, but... he can't get out. And he is like actively dying from the blood loss, the pain, possible infection, exposure.
He hasn't got long. No one finds him, it's so deeply in the woods.
It's Toothless who has to decide to nurse Hiccup back to health/bring him back to his people, but it's Hiccup so he'll somehow still put up a fight against his deadly dragon enemy. Toothless is gonna have to earn this scrawny and injured human's trust.
Hiccup and Toothless having a full conversation in dragon language while completely ignoring Viggo, who feels like he's about to have an aneurysm trying to figure out if Hiccup is just messing with him or if the dragon master can genuinely speak to the beasts.
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