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Thank you SO SO MUCH to @devoting-waters for this amazing icon of my babies!! Zephson is so in love it makes me sick, I’m obsessed with these two and Eros did an incredible job of capturing their personalities and relationship!

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Zephson drawing practice 💕

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@sanfangirl-cynicalromantic reminded me this was a thing and I actually have something to contribute this week!

Six Sentence Sunday - share six sentences of a WIP you’re working on:

“I don’t know, the leather looks very… Alluring on you.”

His face turned bright red and his hands stilled. “Oh… Uh…”

Zephyr laughed, quite pleased with herself. “Come here, let’s fix whatever mess is going on with your hair.”

“Oh yes, combed hair was definitely part of Dad’s formal getup,” he said as he sat down.

“Hush, you. Just trust me, alright?”

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Chapter 26: The Consequences of War

Read Here: AO3

A/N: I’m back with pain! Er, uh, I mean, a chapter! Enjoy, my lovely readers :)

***TW: discussion of suicidal thoughts and attempted suicide***

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Zephyr knew from her earliest years that she would be the one to take her father’s place as Chief. Well, Chieftess. Whether the people of New Berk were ready for a change like that or not. Unfortunately, it seems that more people were not ready for that change than she had hoped. But with a new threat slashing its way through the Archipelago, eyes set on New Berk and the secrets that flew away 2 years before Zephyr was born, she would have the chance to prove herself to her people soon enough. Whether she was ready for a change like that or not.

Rated Mature for Explicit Violence and Sensitive Subjects

~Chapter 26~

Eirson and Zephyr waited as Osmond and Oscar took in what they had just told them. The silence made him feel incredibly uncomfortable as he waited for his two confidantes to berate him, accuse him, belittle him. He was still drowning in his guilt over letting a traitor on that ship. He wanted to believe that Halvor was innocent, that he needed refuge just like the rest of them, but he didn’t know if he should.

Zephyr must have sensed his uneasiness. She slid her arm around his and rested her head on his shoulder. He looked down at her and half smiled, then leaned over to kiss her hair. He was glad she was here. He couldn’t have done any of this without her. Not just filling in the bits of his story for his tribesmen, but everything since he brought his dwindling tribe to New Berk. And after she pulled him from the spring last night, he truly did owe her his life. And then before he could even begin to wrap his head around what had happened, she had kissed him. And he didn’t have a clue what it meant for the two of them, he didn’t know what they were or how he should act around her, he didn’t even know how to start that kind of conversation with her. He was pretty sure they were toeing a dangerous line for the sake of their reputations with how physically close they had been since last night. But Zephyr didn’t seem to care, and Eirson didn’t either. Because the one thing that Eirson did know was that the only thing keeping him in the rocky but semi-stable mental state he found himself in was Zephyr.

~Continue reading on AO3~

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Hello my lovely readers! This post is for @camelottree638 who actually requested some descriptions of the Haddock kids as I write them in Wingless and Warbound on my Discord server. I loved the idea so I am more than happy to do so! Sorry it’s so late Camelot!

Obviously we have visuals of Zephyr and Nuffink, and my physical descriptions of them follow what we see in THW and the Snoggletog specials, so for them I’ll focus more on their personalities. I’ll try to include as much physical description for the rest as I can since they’re all original characters. Because these are general descriptions of physical attributes and personalities, there will not be any spoilers for Wingless and Warbound, but the ages listed are their ages in this story. So here we go!

Zephyr Haddock - 14 years old

Hair reminiscent of Stoick’s, typically worn in a single tight braid. Sometimes she will roll up her braid into a low bun above the nape of her neck to keep it out of the way

Green eyes very much like Hiccup’s

Her personality is a mix of both of her parents. She has a combination of Hiccup’s and Astrid’s stubbornness (most unfortunate for all of New Berk). She has Hiccup’s hunger for knowledge, but Astrid’s strength of will. She has Astrid’s outward confidence, but Hiccup’s inner insecurities. She has Hiccup’s analytical brain, but Astrid’s quick temper

She is a true blend of both of her parents, which blooms out of her desire to emulate the images her parents had built for themselves as leaders of New Berk

She refuses to acknowledge her age or gender as limitations, nor does she like to acknowledge her weakness. Which has, ironically, become her greatest weakness

Nuffink Haddock - 10 years old

Sandy blond hair like his mother

Bright green eyes like his father

He very much held the appearance of a wild child at all times through his young years

As he grew, his appearance remained an oddly perfect balance of wildly unkempt and appropriate for civilization

If Hiccup has the heart of a chief and the soul of a dragon, he forgot to hand the chief bit down to his eldest son. Nuff is purely dragon trapped in a human’s body

True to his dragon nature, he is deeply loyal and deeply loves his family and anyone he considers family

He follows orders from his parents and Zephyr without questions and will support and stand up for them at every opportunity

He loves his younger siblings and watching them grow. He happily snuggles them, plays with them, teaches them, and loves on them like Zephyr and his parents did with him

His love of adventure has given Zephyr the idea of appointing him the traveling ambassador of New Berk when she fully takes over

Spero Haddock - 6 years old

Very dark hair, but the tints of browns and reds are very evident in the sunlight. His hair tends to lighten a bit in the summer months which also makes those warm tones more evident

He has very deep blue eyes, nearly grey at times

He is very lanky, much like young Hiccup was, but he is a bit tall for his age

In his first year of life he was sick multiples times, once bad enough that Hiccup and Astrid seriously worried for his life, but he recovered each time

However, he is the palest of the Haddock kids, which can be attributed to his recurring illnesses

During active colds or bouts of sickness, his eyes appear sunken and his skin pales to the point of being nearly translucent

He is always a very quiet child, but whenever he does speak, his intelligence is obvious

He loves to be hands-on with anything and everything he can, and loves working in the forge with Hiccup and Gobber

Gobber and Hiccup especially love having a young child interested in the forge, so they have no issues letting Spero get his hands dirty however they can

Because he isn’t ever very vocal, it’s hard to tell what he thinks of any particular situation

There isn’t much he honestly does not enjoy though, which is mostly due to the fact that as long as he can sit back and quietly observe, he’s happy

This is obviously different from the rest of the Haddock family, which worries Hiccup and Astrid that they’re forcing him into situations that he is uncomfortable in; this very rarely is the case

That being said, if he is uncomfortable, he speaks up to someone he trusts

He is very shy outside of his home, especially since his socialization was limited due to his illnesses early on

He is much more likely to socialize if he is accompanied by someone he is very close to, which is pretty much his family, grandparents, and aunt/uncles

Willow Haddock - 3 years old

Born with extremely light blond hair that gradually darkened as she grew to a deep strawberry blond

Her eyes are light green and at times will appear more blue, especially directly around her pupils

She was a pretty plump baby, and one of Astrid’s more difficult labors because of it. She slowly thinned out as she grew but is by far the healthiest looking baby Hiccup and Astrid produced

To match her very healthy weight, she has a very healthy attitude. She can be quite sassy, but quiets when she is truly upset. This is also when the rest of the Haddocks will quickly jump to figure out what’s wrong (yes, Spero too)

That being said, she does not show this attitude outside of the Haddock household, probably due to the fact that the entire Haddock family dotes on her and protects her fiercely

Because of this, the rest of the tribe sees her as “New Berk’s sweetheart” that can do no wrong as she knows no enemies and behaves very well out and about the island

She consistently is attached to someone, though the subject of her attachment varies. There generally doesn’t seem to be any rhyme or reason to her attachments, though whenever Hiccup leaves for an extended amount of time it’s pretty much a guarantee that she’ll be attached to him for a while once he comes back

Nutmeg Ingerman - 9 years old

Bright green eyes and dirty blond hair like both Ruffnut and Fishlegs

Her body build very much takes after Ruffnut: very thin and pretty tall

However she tends to have Fishlegs’ clumsiness

Unlike the Haddock kids, more often than not she walks around wearing a helmet Fishlegs designed for her and carrying a child-sized mace that Tuffnut gave her

Her best friend is Nuffink, and she often participates in his pranks with him. She also tends to be his voice of reason when things get a bit out of hand. Not surprisingly, all of Nuffink’s worst pranks are some of the ones Nutmeg was not around for

She very much admires Zephyr and her confident, outgoing nature, especially since her personality tends to mirror Fishlegs

Because she’s so shy and struggles with insecurities, she sometimes worries that Ruffnut wishes she was more like Zephyr and Nuffink

This is also what compels her to participate in Nuffink’s shenanigans

She pushes herself to be outgoing and “act first ask questions later.” But if she feels like she caused harm to someone or something, she is extremely remorseful

Eirson - 17 years old

Tall and fairly muscular build, though he tends to try to make himself small (he doesn’t carry himself with confidence at all)

Very dark, pretty much black hair like Alvin the Treacherous (his father) that reaches past his shoulders

Alvin gave him an old hairbrush that used to belong to Eirson’s late mother. Eirson uses it daily so he is much better groomed than Alvin and it shows the natural waves in his hair

He always wears his hair in two loose braids that start at about his temples and meet at the back of his head. He ties them there with a simple strip of leather. Rarely he pulls all of his hair to the same spot and tie it in a messy bun

Warm, brown eyes always full of emotion

In many ways he is the exact opposite of Alvin

Very quiet, wears his heart on his sleeve, feels every emotion very strongly, often confused about his place in his tribe, lacks confidence in himself in most situations

Struggles to see himself in really any position within his tribe due to the tribe mostly questioning whether or not he belongs, which leads to him questioning just about everything new in his life

Also means he hates change in general, he is very much a man of habit

Despite having so many negative attitudes towards him, he responds very quickly to anyone who interacts positively with him

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Hello my lovely readers!

For those of you that may have missed the update post, I unfortunately had some personal issues come up this past week, which on top of the start of university sort of took up all of my time. While I have the chapter mostly ready, I would much more prefer to give you guys my best work rather than throw a half-assed chapter to you when I know I could do so much better; not to mention it’s just not fair to my betas to rush them like that. Which means that, while this week was supposed to be the last weekly update, we are going to make the switch to bi-weekly a little earlier than I had planned. Not to worry though! We will definitely have the chapter next week, and every other week thereafter!

Since I had promised a chapter this week, I said that I would give you guys a sneak peek off of the draft of the next chapter. So here is a snipet from Chapter 14: Alliance in Trouble!

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Eirson had sent Aurboda to New Berk with the letter a few days ago and was expecting her back anytime with Zephyr’s response. Well, hopefully, at least. Assuming his training worked well enough. He just hoped the letter wasn’t too... Too...

Eirson sighed. He just hoped the letter didn’t make things worse.

He groaned and scrubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands. Well, this wasn’t helping his state of mind.

“Rough day?” a gruff voice asked from partway up the loft stairs.

Eirson jumped and sat straight up in bed, turning to find his father staring curiously at him with one eyebrow raised.

He raised his hands in surrender. “Jus’ yer old man, son.” He turned with a groan and started walking back down the stairs with a bit of effort.

Eirson sighed. “Well, the old part is definitely right,” he muttered to himself.

“Wha’ was that?” Alvin asked over his shoulder.

“Uh, sorry, Dad. I guess I was pretty lost in my thoughts.”

“Haddock girl again?” Alvin huffed between groans. His knees must have been bothering him again. Then again, his right hip had been giving him a lot of time trouble as well...

Eirson pulled himself out of bed and followed his father down the remaining stairs. “Oh, you know, just worried if Bodi made it to New Berk or not. First trip on her own, and all.”

Alvin huffed a chuckle. “Skipped over the Haddock girl question, I see.”

Eirson rolled his eyes. “Sit down, old man. I’ll bring you some stew.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Alvin waved him off, but he was smiling when he sat down.

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See y’all next week with the full chapter!

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Chapter 14: Ally in Trouble

Read here: AO3 | FF.net

A/N: Hello my lovely readers! Welcome back!!! And THANK YOU all so so much for being so understanding and supportive with the last minute posting schedule change, y'all are absolutely fantastic :) thanks to my awesome beta Permanent Guest as always for your incredible input this week. And welcome to Mr. Crocodile to my beta team, who helped a hell of a lot with this chapter too!
Fair warning, this is the first chapter where that “mature” rating and some of those tags really come into play! Enjoy :)


***TW: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Combat, and Death; Adult Language***

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Zephyr knew from her earliest years that she would be the one to take her father’s place as Chief. Well, Chieftess. Whether the people of New Berk were ready for a change like that or not. Unfortunately, it seems that more people were not ready for that change than she had hoped. But with a new threat slashing its way through the Archipelago, eyes set on New Berk and the secrets that flew away 2 years before Zephyr was born, she would have the chance to prove herself to her people soon enough. Whether she was ready for a change like that or not.

Rated Mature for Explicit Violence

~Chapter 14~ Eirson didn’t do well with conflict. It was something he always struggled with, and something he knew he would have to overcome eventually. Most people on Outcast Island knew this, especially Alvin. It was the reason why his father had torn the village to shreds over spreading rumors and criticizing Eirson’s place in the village during a meeting when Eirson was twelve. Alvin had always done everything in his power to protect Eirson. Eirson knew it was how his father showed his love. He fell back into his bed and rubbed his eyes. It had been a rough day, and he was excited to sleep for as long as his dad would let him. In the two weeks since Zephyr’s announcement celebration, things had been a little strange around Outcast Island. The sail back alone was nearly a week, but once they did finally return to Outcast and news of the Haddock successor spread, people started talking about Alvin’s successor too. Again. Apparently the shock of the Haddock announcement overshadowed that memory of the public beratement enough to get people talking again. Eirson wasn’t sure how he felt about all that. He was older now, and more accepted by the tribe than he used to be. The older he grew, the more he resembled his father, which meant the rest of the tribe gradually began to accept that he truly was an Outcast, whether his mother had been or not. Which, admittedly, put him in a better position in his tribe than Zephyr was with hers. But they still loved to gossip, which didn’t make things any easier for Eirson. He sighed. Yes, he knew he didn’t do well with conflict. But today was not the day to overcome that. So instead, he distracted himself by focusing on the words he had sent in the letter to Zephyr. ~Continue reading on AO3 or FF.net~

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Wingless and Warbound

Teaser #2!

Hello guys! Here’s another teaser for my new fic!!

This week I’m giving you a short sneak peak of one of the first few chapters, and another one of my OC’s named Eirson who will show up quite a bit throughout the story.  This interaction in particular is between him and Zephyr.  Of course, the final draft of this chapter hasn’t been nailed down yet, so this scene may or may not change. However, this is a pretty good example of the dynamic between these two.

Enjoy!

Wingless and Warbound Excerpt

“You must come up here all the time, because let me tell you, finding my way up here was not easy.”

Zephyr spun around, but wasn’t able to see who had snuck up behind her before she realized she was about to topple down the cliffside.

“Oh, shit!” the voice behind her cried.  “Hang on!”

A hand closed around her wrist and pulled her away from the edge just as she regained her balance.  Unfortunately for the voice, he pulled Zephyr backwards and overtop of him, sending them both to the ground with a surprised shout.

Zephyr opened her eyes to find herself laying on Eirson’s chest.

His eyes were wide, but slid into an awkward smile of apology as they locked with hers.

Her eyes slid into a glare.  “What in the name of Thor do you think you’re doing?!” she yelled, quickly pulling herself to her feet.

“Nothing, nothing!  I just saw you walking - ow - walking up here - oof, that’s my stomach! - walking - would you watch your knee?!”

Zephyr huffed as she stood, crossing her arms and staring down at Eirson still laying on his back with his arms and legs sprawled out.  He raised his eyebrows and pointed to her knees.  “Those things should be registered as legal weapons.”

Unamused, she angrily prompted, “You saw me walking...”

“Oh, right.”  He pulled himself up.  “I saw you walking up here and just figured I’d make sure you were okay.”

“Oh, how sweet,” she smiled sarcastically before flipping back to her glare.  “I’m fine.”

She heard him scramble to his feet as she turned to walk back down to Old Berk.  “Wait!  Okay, so, maybe that was a little bit of a lie, I just, well, I figured that you and I could talk, you know?  Get to know each other a little bit, talk about-”

Zephyr groaned.  “Stop rambling!”  She spun on her heels suddenly, which Eirson only noticed at the last minute before running into her.  “Why?”

Eirson blinked.  “Why what?”

“Why do you want to get to know me?”

“Uh...”

She raised her eyebrows.

Eirson looked around as if begging a wild boar to burst out of the trees and take his life.  “Because...  I mean...  You are your dad’s heir, right?”

Her eyes narrowed.  “Yes.  And?”

“Well, I just...”  He took a step back, suddenly realizing just how close he was standing to her.  “I just figured, you know...  We could help each other...  Since we both have...  Complications around our inheritance.”

Zephyr scoffed, but elbowed around Eirson so she could sit on the cliffside like she had planned to.  “Oh yeah?  And what complications does the son of a Chief have with his inheritance, exactly?”

There was a pause before she heard him, albeit hesitantly, answer.  “You know, I might be more willing to tell you my story if you were willing to tell me yours.”

She rolled her eyes.  “What in the name of Hel is that supposed to mean?”

“You’re about as warm as an icicle.”

Zephyr’s eyes went wide and she spun around.  “Excuse me?!”

Eirson threw his hands up in a show of surrender.  “No!  I just-”

“No what?!”

“I just mean that you don’t exactly let down your guard!”  He shrugged and looked around helplessly.  “Like, ever.”

Zephyr held his eyes in a glare for a moment longer before she sighed and turned back to the slowly setting sun.  “I can’t.”

The pair was silent for a while, which Zephyr welcomed as she closed her eyes and let the wind fill the space around her.

“You can to me.”