#hiccelsa

[kisskissboxinggloves]

Special kudos to Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the 3rd for being THE harem boy back in the height of the ROTBTD days. I swear he was shipped with everyone and it worked no matter what, that's just how good he is.

[ghostingharudraws]

art/edit trade with @midnightscarz

[letocles]

Hi, I’m obsessed with Kpop Demon Hunters and OF COURSE I had to mixed it with HiccElsa

Still just some WIPs, but I wanted to share it 😅

I know a lot of people have pointed out how similar are Rumi and Elsa, buuut I just can’t picture Hiccup as Jinu and I do like A LOT the idea of Elsa as a demon that controls people with her voice. Specifically because Elsa and Jinu share that trait of “loser trapped in a hot person body”.

Now, the rest of them was kinda difficult to choose. Tadashi as Zoey and Jack as Mira was a decision based solely on “Golden” lyrics, specifically because I think the only one that can fit with the “I lived two lives, tried to play both sides/ But I couldn’t find my own place” more than Tadashi.

Rapunzel, Anna and Astrid were easy choices actually. I love the idea of Astrid showing off her muscles, Rapunzel just makes sense as Romance and is very funny to picture Anna as the group member that gets infantilized by the fans. Merida is Mystery because I liked the idea of curly bangs that covers her face, and because I wanted to keep Taderida together ✌🏻

[92-guy]

Elsa catching her breath, pressing a hand to her chest as if to steady her racing heart. Her fingers trembled—whether from exhaustion or exhilaration, she couldn’t tell. The enormous, moss-covered guardian of the glade had nearly crushed them both before vanishing into the earth as suddenly as it had appeared.

Hiccup braced his hands on his knees, his breath coming in short, uneven bursts. "That was incredible."

Elsa’s laughter bubbled up again, bright and uncontained, and Hiccup joined her without hesitation. It was the kind of laughter that came after brushes with death—too loud, too sharp, edged with the giddy disbelief of having survived. She wiped at her eyes, still catching her breath, and when she looked up, Hiccup was watching her.

Something in his expression shifted. The laughter faded between them, leaving only the quiet of the forest and the unspoken weight of everything they hadn’t said. Elsa’s breath caught—not from fear, not from exhaustion, but from the sudden, undeniable pull between them.

Hiccup moved first—or maybe Elsa did. She couldn’t tell anymore, couldn’t parse where her own actions ended and his began. One moment, they were breathless and grinning, the next, his hands were cradling her face, her fingers tangling in the fabric of his armor as she pulled him closer. The kiss wasn’t gentle. It was wildfire and relief, a collision of everything they’d held back for months. His lips were warm against hers, insistent, and Elsa kissed him back like she’d been starving for it.

The kiss lasted seconds—or maybe minutes—before Elsa suddenly stiffened, her fingers uncurling from his suit as if burned. She pulled back sharply, her breath ragged, eyes wide with something like panic. "I—" Her voice cracked. "I shouldn't have done that." She turned away before Hiccup could see the flush spreading across her cheeks, her hands rising to cover her mouth as if she could erase the touch of him. "I'm sorry."

Hiccup blinked, his own lips still tingling. "Oh—no, I'm sorry," he stammered, running a hand through his already disheveled hair. "Did I—was that bad?"

"It's not that," Elsa interrupted, her voice strained. She still wouldn't look at him, her arms wrapping tightly around herself like armor. "It's not... you." A brittle laugh escaped her. "It's me. Or—no, it's this." She finally turned, her gaze flickering to his before darting away again. "You’re human, Hiccup. And I’m—" She gestured helplessly at herself, at the shimmer of frost still clinging to her fingertips from the fight. "I’m not. Not anymore."

Hiccup’s brow furrowed, his hands clenching at his sides like he wanted to reach for her but didn’t dare. "So what? That’s never stopped us before. We’ve fought side by side for months—you’ve trusted me with everything. The forest, the spirits, your family—"

"And that’s exactly why this can’t happen!" Elsa’s voice cracked, sharp as winter wind. She took a step back, her boots crunching over frozen leaves. "The spirits barely tolerate that I work with a human. If they knew—" She shook her head, her silver-blonde hair catching the fading light. "You don't deserve that... You don't deserve..." Elsa paused for a moment as if she didn't want to accept reality "This..." She pointed at herself entirely with disappointment.

"Where you come from, they would see me as a witch," Elsa whispered, her voice trembling with the weight of centuries-old fears. But Hiccup didn’t flinch—he stepped closer, his hands finding her waist before she could retreat. His touch burned through the thin fabric of her dress, a searing contrast to the chill of her skin. "I prefer to see you as a goddess," he murmured, and then he was pulling her in, his mouth crashing against hers before she could protest.

Elsa gasped against his lips, her hands flying up to push against his chest—but the moment Hiccup’s tongue slid against the seam of her mouth, hot and insistent, her resolve shattered. The contrast was intoxicating—his warmth flooding her icy breath, his tongue tracing the cool contours of her own as if mapping the taste of winter itself. A shudder ran through her, her fingers curling into his tunic instead of shoving him away. She melted into him, her body arching instinctively closer, her arms winding around his neck to deepen the kiss. Hiccup groaned low in his throat, one hand tangling in her hair, the other pressing firmly against the small of her back, pulling her flush against him. The heat of his body seeped into hers, thawing something she hadn’t realized was frozen solid.

The kiss was feverish, desperate—a collision of hunger and longing that neither of them had dared name. Elsa’s nails scraped lightly against the nape of his neck, eliciting a sharp inhale from Hiccup before he angled her head back further, his lips slanting over hers with possessive intensity. She could feel the rapid flutter of his pulse beneath her fingertips, the way his breath hitched when she nipped lightly at his lower lip. It was madness. It was bliss. And for the first time in years, Elsa let herself forget duty, forget consequence—there was only this, only him, only the wildfire sparking between their tangled breaths.

When they finally broke apart, foreheads resting together, both of them were breathing raggedly. Elsa’s lips tingled, still warm from his touch, and Hiccup’s gaze was dark with something unspoken. She opened her mouth—to protest, to apologize, to something—but no words came.

The firelight flickered against the gathered circle of Northuldra elders, casting long shadows as they wove tales of ancient spirits and forgotten winters. Hiccup sat apart—just enough to be polite, just enough to feel the distance. He wasn’t part of this world, not really, and the weight of that knowledge settled heavily between his ribs. The laughter of the tribe washed over him, warm and bright, but it was a sound he observed, not shared. His fingers absently traced the edge of his prosthetic, the cool metal grounding him.

Then—soft footsteps in the snow. A familiar chill, subtle but undeniable, prickled the back of his neck. He didn’t need to turn to know it was her.

“May I sit with you?” Elsa’s voice was quieter than he’d ever heard it, barely above the crackle of the fire.

Hiccup’s breath hitched. He nodded, scooting over on the log without trusting himself to speak. She settled beside him, the space between them painfully deliberate. Outwardly, she was the picture of composure—her spine straight, her hands folded neatly in her lap, her gaze fixed ahead as if enraptured by the storyteller’s words. But Hiccup knew her. Knew the way her fingers trembled just slightly against her knee. Knew the tension in her jaw, the too-careful way she exhaled.

The silence between them stretched like the frozen tundra—vast and unyielding. Elsa kept her eyes fixed on the storyteller, her posture flawless, her expression serene. Only the slight tightening of her fingers in her lap betrayed her. Hiccup pretended to listen too, but his thoughts were a whirlwind, every nerve in his body hyper-aware of her proximity. The space between their thighs on the log might as well have been an ocean.

A gust of wind sent sparks spiraling from the fire, and Elsa flinched—just barely, but Hiccup noticed. He turned his head slightly, catching the way the firelight danced across her profile, gilding her eyelashes and the curve of her lips. She was so close he could see the rapid flutter of her pulse at her throat. His own heartbeat echoed it, a frantic rhythm he was certain the entire tribe could hear.

Elsa shifted, her boot brushing against his prosthetic. She jerked her foot back as if burned, but not before Hiccup felt it—the briefest touch, electric and deliberate. His breath caught. He dared a glance sideways and found her staring resolutely ahead, her cheeks tinged pink. Slowly, so slowly it might have been an accident, he let his hand drift closer to hers where it rested on the log between them.

Elsa’s breath hitched. She didn’t pull away.

The firelight cast long shadows between them, the storyteller’s voice fading into the background like distant snowfall. Hiccup’s fingers twitched where they rested near hers, the space between them charged with everything unspoken. He could feel the cold radiating from Elsa’s skin, a contrast to the warmth of the flames, and it took every ounce of his restraint not to close the distance.

Elsa exhaled softly, her breath misting in the crisp air. Her pinky finger shifted imperceptibly, brushing against the rough grain of the log—closer to him. Hiccup held his breath. Was it deliberate? A mistake? He glanced sideways, but her face gave nothing away, her gaze still fixed ahead, lips slightly parted as if lost in thought.

Then—her finger moved again. Just a fraction. The barest graze against the side of his hand.

Hiccup’s pulse roared in his ears. He didn’t dare look at her. Slowly, achingly slowly, he let his own pinky stretch toward hers, the tip just barely touching. Elsa went utterly still. For a heart-stopping moment, he thought she might pull away—but then her finger curled, hooking gently around his.

[faeliquerart]

When Ice Meets Sky

The sky was painted in shades of twilight, and the world had gone still—holding its breath, as if afraid to interrupt.

Elsa stood before him, her gown flowing behind like stardust, as though the wind itself had fallen in love with her and wouldn't let go. Her eyes shimmered with something ancient and powerful, but they softened the moment they met his.

Hiccup didn't say a word.

He couldn't.

He had flown through storms and across seas, through mountains and memories, just to see her again. Now that she stood before him—so close, so ethereal—his voice was lost somewhere between awe and the ache in his chest.

She smiled.

Her smile reached into him and loosened something he didn't know he'd been carrying. Fear, perhaps. Doubt. That quiet, gnawing feeling that he wasn't enough for someone like her—someone made of myth and snowlight.

"I didn't think you'd come," Elsa whispered.

"I didn't think you'd wait," Hiccup replied, his voice rough with emotion.

Elsa stepped forward, her bare feet touching the frost-covered earth as if she were born from it. "I wasn't waiting. But I kept hoping."

His eyes searched hers—eyes that had seen dragons and battlefields, fire and loss—yet nothing had ever made him feel so small and alive at once.

He reached out, hesitant at first, until his fingers brushed hers. Cold. Gentle. Real.

"I don't care what powers you have," he murmured. "I don't care if the world says you belong to something greater. I just care that you're here. With me."

Elsa looked down at their hands, her breath catching. "Do you know what it's like to be afraid of hurting the one person you want to hold?"

"I do," he said softly. "Because I'm holding you now, and I'm terrified I won't be able to again."

The wind stirred around them, lifting her cape like wings, wrapping them in a gentle hush of air and snow. She leaned in—not close enough to kiss, not yet, but close enough for her breath to ghost across his lips.

"Then don't let go," she said.

And he didn't.

Not when the stars emerged. Not when the frost bloomed beneath their feet like flowers. Not even when the world reminded them they were still a dragon-rider and an ice-queen from the worlds apart.

Because in that moment, all they were was his hand in hers, her eyes in his, and everything in between quietly falling into place.

by @faeliquerart

[churlychurl]

Both Hiccup and Elsa are horsegirls.... Look I'm just saying—

[snapmite1998]

Hiccup the Womanizer

https://archiveofourown.org/series/4686517

Hiccup's Fair Queens:

Astrid Haddock, Queen of Vikings:

Hiccup's true love and closest friend, aside from Toothless. Despite being raised by a competent and well respected Viking family, the Hofferson Clan originally, like all Viking families on Old Berk killed dragons, that was until Hiccup defied centuries of traditions by bonding with Toothless and slaying the Red Death, ultimately ending the war between Vikings and dragons.

As Queen of Vikings, Astrid is the most powerful woman in Scandinavia, one of the best dragon riders, third in place of her husband, Hiccup, and her mother-in-law as well as lover, Valka. Astrid's personal guards, the Blue Valkyrie's are shield maidens who solely ride blue Deadly Nadders, and adorn armor like their ferocious, yet beautiful queen, symbolizing their position as the queen's guard.

Being mother to the rightful heirs to the throne: Zephyr, Nuffink, and Finnick, Astrid ensures that her children are well trained warriors, tacticians, dragon riders, and negotiators. Astrid, already a fierce woman and warrior, becomes even more so as she considers the well being and safety of her children, not only hers, but all the Heirs of Hiccup.

Astrid, despite never craving power, uses the power she wields as queen like any true ruler would—with care and responsibility, making her the ideal candidate to rule in Hiccup's stead.

Rapunzel, Golden Queen:

Former Princess of Corona, and daughter of Arianna, Corona's former Queen. Having been kidnapped by Gothel who manipulated and kept her locked away so that she could exploit and use her magical hair to maintain her vitality and youthful appearance. But after being killed in Frankia by Hiccup, Gothel could no longer cage Rapunzel and use her for her own selfish gain.

Having freely joining Hiccup and his people during their campaign throughout Europe, Rapunzel becomes infatuated with the King of Vikings, and becomes one of his most favored Fair Queens. Although not a warrior, Rapunzel is strong and competent in her own ways. With the advantage of magical hair that heals the most grievous of wounds, illness, and afflictions, she’s dedicated herself to learning the ways of healing to help those in need. Her compassionate and tender nature will play a vital role in this calling she has answered, and she is eager to apply what she’s learned from the best healers among the Viking people and those who journey from abroad who disclose their trade and knowledge for a price.

Rapunzel, like all the Fair Queens who share Hiccup, are well capable of ruling in the king's place if the need arises. Many have tried to exploit and take advantage of Rapunzel's kindness and good nature in the hopes of manipulating her. However, after a lifetime of being manipulated and used by Gothel, Rapunzel is not as naive as she once was.

Elsa, Winter's Wolf:

Having been acquainted with Hiccup even as a girl, Elsa and her sister Anna, both admired and cared for Hiccup long before he befriended Toothless, slew the Red Death, and becoming the living bridge that made Vikings and dragons come together in coexistence.

Elsa's children: Sif, Elisa, and Erling, the second trio of heirs to the King of Vikings. Despite not being his legitimate heirs, these three match Hiccup's curious nature and love of dragons. They, like the other Heirs of Hiccup, are under rigorous training as warriors, dragon riders, and tacticians; sharpening both their blades and their minds, preparing them all to be competent rulers that can change the Viking world for better or for worse.

Elsa, being both a Fair Queen and a Völva, uses her unique skills to predict the future, help heal her fellow Vikings, and cast spells on those who wrong her lovers and children. She prefers using her mind rather than a sword, but when she must take up arms, she prefers to do battle on the back of her bonded Light Fury—Luna.

[pandas01]

Realized one of my longest relationships is with fan fiction, love that for me