Jul 24, 2025
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Rare hiccups
Chief ~
Well, I wrote this and it’s not about Hiccstrid kids, sorry x) @poppysfanworld’s sketches inspired me... I hope you’ll like it anyway. It takes places after HTTYD2 but a bit before HTTYD3.
(A big thanks to @JoyOfBerK who corrected it!)
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By the many remains lying on the ground, it was fair to assume that a celebration had been held there. And judging by the food scattered on the ground and the abundance of incongruous objects accompanying it, the night must have been a drunken one. In these harsh times, when the cold was man's worst enemy and food was a scarce commodity, preserving supplies until the end of winter was a priority. So, for such a large amount to be wasted, it surely was in honour of someone special. Indeed, today was the birthday of the head of Berk, Hiccup Haddock the third, who had reached the age of 21 years.
And the opportunity had effectively given way to a little carelessness... At the beginning, the party was going nicely. The Berkians had drank in honour of their leader, toasting everything, before singing an old Norse anthem at the top of their lungs. The banquet had subsequently gone well overall; the villagers had eaten to their hearts' content and drank more than reason, laughing very loudly at the jokes of their table neighbours, always in a friendly atmosphere. But that was until Ruffnut and Tuffnut started a giant food fight in the Great Hall. This was followed by challenges between clans, relaunching hostilities between the Hofferson and Jorgenson families. The rest, Hiccup didn't recall it very well. He vaguely remembered a kind of improvised tournament between the clans he had tried to contain in vain. Gobber had advised him to relax and have a drink instead, which he did. He had even taken several, but he didn't know exactly how many.
And there he stood, standing with his back straight in front of that elevated table from where he presided over the empty Great Hall, completely naked.
He was not sure how he got there. He had a long speech to give the next day and he seemed to remember a trick he had been told so that he would no longer be afraid to speak to others. You had to imagine yourself naked in front of the assembly... or was it the other way around? He didn't recall well.
It was at this very moment that Astrid arrived, entering the room in panic. She seemed to be looking for something or rather someone...
“Hiccup!” she yelled, out of breath.
He then lifted his head up, his eyes half-opened. He looked down at the blond-haired girl’s vision, and successfully acknowledged that it was Astrid.
“Aaah... hi Astriiid... Astrid, hiii!” he managed to articulate.
“Hiccup! What the hell were you thinking?! You're completely naked!” she protested, rushing to join him. “Someone might see you!”
He then straightened up, his chest bulging, and declared his hands in the air:
“I'm getting ready for my speech!”
The young woman then stopped in front of him, crossing her arms, smiling in a corner.
“Oh yes, I can see that. And who put in your head that doing it naked could help you?”
“Tuff.”
“How surprising…”
She looked up to heaven, getting ready to climb on the stage to pick him up when he stopped her with a wave of his hand.
“Wait, I'm training for my dis-hic-course”
She was going to say something but seeing him like that made her laugh too much for her to stop him.
He then pointed to the back of the large room, and placed his other hand on his hip.
“People of Berk! Your chief has something important to... to announce to you, that's it... to announce to you. But before that, I wanted to thank you all, yes all... for this great birthday party! It's true that the winter provisions weren’t already very large to begin with, but there... well there... it's going to be complicated... that's what I wanted to talk to you about... the dragons are more numerous but that doesn't mean they’re doing their job! We have to send them to work! Do you agree, yes?” he stopped, looking confused, and turned to Astrid.
“So how was it?”
Astrid pinched her lips.
“It wasn't good, was it?”
“Hiccup…”
“I will never be like him…”
His voice broke, he dropped on the table before adding, “Told you so, son!” by imitating his father's voice.
He plunged his head into his arms as if he didn't want to be read. However, Astrid heard what seemed to be a sniffling.
She realized at that moment that alcohol brought out much more in him than she would have liked to know. She stepped on the platform and put a reassuring hand on his shoulder, with a sad look.
“I miss him Astrid…”
“I know, Hiccup, I know... I miss him too.”
She detached the fur she was wearing and came to stand behind him and put it on his back. She then surrounded him with her arms, holding him tightly against her before sighing:
“But we don't expect you to become your father.”
A sobbing escaped the young boy and he began to cry. Astrid supported his jolts as best as she could, but she knew Hiccup needed to release his emotions. Since he was chief, he had always looked good in front of the village, but with her, it was harder to contain himself. Even in front of his mother, he didn't dare cry. Astrid had always been there for him, and even right now, she was still there.
Stoick's death was an ordeal for which his son had not been prepared, making him a premature leader, whereas his father's wish was precisely to gradually train him for his future role so that the transition could take place naturally. It was brutal. All his responsibilities were quickly put on his shoulders, starting with the reconstruction of Berk after it had been covered with ice. He was also very quickly asked about his future projects, how he wanted to run the village, how he would set the rhythm of the Berkians' life, that kind of thing. He summed up his thought very simply: to continue the path he had begun with his father and make peaceful coexistence between dragons and vikings a priority. His mother had followed him in this direction and had spent the past year training them to rescue dragons. She accompanied them on each of their raids, but soon she would leave them to fend for themselves. The danger of these stealth missions on hunters' ships was real. That's why Hiccup had started making dragon scale flight suits for the whole gang.
So yes, the chief was tired. He hadn't had a moment to breathe a word of truth. With so much to do, he didn't have time to get bored. He did not dislike it, quite the contrary, but nevertheless, he did not stop comparing himself to his father, who was such a brilliant, brave and devoted leader... Hiccup seriously doubted his abilities as a leader and all he wanted was for things not to change. For Toothless and himself to continue flying across the horizon, to explore the undiscovered islands beyond the archipelago, and to never stop.
However, Astrid knew that bringing back all the dragons they were rescuing to Berk would quickly cause them some problems. But she wanted Hiccup to realize it alone. For now, it was time to take him home.
“Come on, chief. Let's get going.”
“Wait... A-Astrid, where is Toothless?”
The blond-haired girl sketched a smile.
“Don't worry, he's probably waiting for you quietly at the foot of your bed.”
She helped the young boy to get up, took him under her arm and helped him walk. She was careful to make sure that Hiccup did not lose the fur he had on him, on the road to his hut. When he arrived home, Astrid helped him up the stairs and dressed him in a tunic before putting him to bed.
“Thank you,” he said in a whisper.
Sitting on the edge of her bed, the young woman kissed him on the temple. She was about to leave when this one took her hand.
“Astrid…”
“Yes?”
With his eyes half-opened, he whispered:
“Stay…”
Astrid's face was tightened. They had never slept together before. At least not in this way. She had to say no, but seeing him so vulnerable and begging, made her doubt.
“Please,” he whispered as he came to caress his cheek.
This last gesture made up her decision. She took off her skirt and boots, and took her place next to him, under the blankets. Hiccup surrounded her with his arms and held her tightly against him, as if she was the last thing he could attach himself to. With his forehead glued to her own, she stroked his hair like a mother would to reassure her child. Their eyelids suddenly became heavier. Huddled together in the privacy of Hiccup’s cot, they fell asleep.
Astrid was his strength. And thanks to her, tomorrow would be a new day.
I am so drunk..
Ohh STOP!
FINE! I get up!
Take mee homeee Toootlethlesss
Let’s GOO!!! ..Not so FAST, DANMN.. you useless reptile!
I headcanon drunk Hiccup. He's lowkey, but he's a partier and he parties hard. I mean, look at his excitement about attending the Berk anniversary celebration party. Astrid drinks, too (all Vikings do), but she doesn't get past slightly tipsy, and she doesn't drink at all when she's pregnant. After parties, she's often seen dragging home a stumbling Hiccup who's slurring about how much he loves her. Hiccstrid's oldest son and oldest daughter take after their dad. Assuming Vikings didn't have a legal drinking age, the kids start drinking mead around 16-17. Astrid ends up having to make sure both Hiccup and the kids get home, then wakes up the next morning to take care of three major hangovers.
Random Drabble
Rated PG-13 for sexual references. There’s nothing explicit, though. This is also my first time writing drunk Hiccup, so…
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“Babe, I think you’ve had enough for now,” Astrid said as she pushed Hiccup’s seventh cup of mead away from him. “You’re getting tipsy.”
“Tipsy? I’m not tipsy. I just…” The young Chief broke off as he almost fell off his chair.
Astrid sighed. “See? You’re tipsy. Let’s get you home.” Standing up, she half-led, half-dragged Hiccup out of the Great Hall, where other Vikings were still enjoying the party that was going on in honor of the Haddock-Hofferson union ceremony. Although the ceremony had taken place nearly a week ago, the festivities had yet to end.
“I don’t feel so good, Ast.” Hiccup held his stomach as he staggered along beside the blonde.
“That’s why we’re going home.” Astrid escorted her husband the rest of the way to the house, where she led him upstairs and guided him onto their bed. She then fetched a cup of water and held it to his lips before unfastening his metal leg and undoing the buttons on his flight suit.
“I love you,” Hiccup slurred, grabbing Astrid’s hands and pressing them to his lips. “I love you.”
“I love you, too,” Astrid said as she freed herself from Hiccup’s grasp. After removing his flight suit, she pulled off his boot, tunic, and leggings, leaving him in only his underwear. She then tucked him beneath the covers before stripping down to her own undergarments and climbing in bed beside him.
The young Chief quickly cuddled up to his wife and began pressing sloppy kisses onto her ears, cheeks, forehead, nose, lips, and neck. “What are you, a goddess? Because you look like a goddess.”
“Babe, the love is nice and all, but I don’t wanna be bathed in your slobber. You’re as bad as Toothless right now.” Astrid blew out the candle on the bedside table and tugged the covers to her chin.
“You’re a sexy goddess,” continued Hiccup. He hugged his wife close and kissed her ear. “So sexy. I think Thor would be jealous of me.”
Astrid smirked. “Do you wanna have sex with this goddess?”
“Oh, Thor will really be jealous now,” Hiccup slurred as he tossed the covers aside and allowed his fingers to travel to the knot on Astrid’s bindings.
…
“What happened?” groaned Hiccup, grabbing his aching head. Light was streaming through the windows, indicating that it was probably mid-morning.
“You got so drunk last night,” Astrid explained, kissing her husband’s cheek. “And then I brought you home and you kept kissing me and calling me a goddess, which eventually led to some amazing sex that you probably don’t remember.”
“I remember that I was in the Great Hall, then I was here and we were both naked, and next thing I knew, I was waking up with a huge headache.” He glanced down. “And by the looks of it, we’re still naked.”
“Well, I wasn’t gonna bother getting us dressed afterward.”
“Hey, I’m not complaining. I just wish my head would stop pounding so I could actually enjoy this –” He broke off coughing, and quickly turned onto his side.
“Are you okay?” Astrid rubbed Hiccup’s freckled back.
“I think I –” With that, the young Chief threw up on the floor beside the bed.
“I’ll get you some water,” Astrid offered.
Note: And that was the night their first child was conceived. (Actually I don't know, but it would be funny if it was)
Drunk Hiccup making an ass of himself in front of Astrid's father.
hehe, thank you anon, this should be fun
"Not my favourite you, but certainly one of the most amusing ones." The identical boy cocks his head, creasing his eyes and idly twiddles a stray cowlick on his mirror's head. "Do I /really/ look this dopey when I drink, or did you inherit a dumb-face gene that graciously passed me by?"
A confused frown crossed Hiccup’s lips for a moment, a hand giving an uncoordinated wave to try and knock the other off his hair. His dark look melted away under a new wave of breathless laughter, cheeks stained carmine beneath their freckles. “‘m not dopey Iii’m jusht…..relaxshed.” He leveled a swaying gaze to his match’s eyes. “Youuu get angry ‘n stubbrn when you’re drunk. “m jusst fun.” His smile could have been described as ‘boyish’ were it not for the drunken imbalance of it.
drink up, yeah yeah
Send me a “drink up!” and my muse will tell yours a secret while intoxicated.
"Oncsee I spendt three ‘ours stuck inna tree when I wass’still gettin’ us’ed to muy f’t. Wan’d ta prove I c’uld still do it an’ it got jammed. Petty mush fell out af’tr…"