#httyd headcanon

[myuniverseinabox]

Toothless (and night fury's in general), re-imagined! Making him look more in line with the other dragons for my au. Also made this to highlight differences with my albino night fury oc, Ghostwaker.

She'll be getting a new reference soon. Stay tuned!

[stormsthatrage]

It is canon that at some point, while Hiccup was still in a coma, Gobber went through his room and workshop to find the schematics for Toothless's tail. I cannot imagine that Stoick did not join him.

What must it have felt like, seeing all of Hiccup's drawings and models of Toothless? There is so much to unpack about what they would have thought.

They must have been struck by how little Hiccup hid his things (a canon detail!), because Hiccup knew they didn't care enough to notice. He left drawings of Toothless out ON HIS DESK and never worried about it.

Can you imagine? Your child loves something so deeply that it has become intrinsic to who they are, and you know they knew you would hate that thing if you found out, and you realize that they felt like they didn't even really need to hide it because you never looked at them enough to notice. And they were right.

And, also, Stoick and Gobber must have appreciated for the first time how incredible Hiccup's inventions are. Gobber had to break down the tail schematics to recreate it, which meant he had to fully confront how the tail control mechanism was light-years beyond any other piece of technology on the island.

They would have found, too, Hiccup's first few attempts at the tail. They would have been confronted with the fact that when given the space to test things, to try things and iron out the flaws, Hiccup is a genius. All those old inventions that almost worked but malfunctioned in some way? Yeah, if the village hadn't stopped Hiccup, if they had let him take notes and try again, those inventions probably would have worked.

Can you imagine what they felt, realizing how badly they had stifled and mistreated Hiccup? Realizing that if they had given him space to be himself, he would have been creating miracles his entire life?

ALSO, Stoick and Gobber must have truly understood for the first time how deeply Hiccup cared for Toothless. Hiccup made technical drawings for the tailfin, yes. But he also canonically drew a lot of art of Toothless just. Being Toothless. In the Live Action he even made a wooden carving with articulated wings! It is so evident from his space how much he loved Toothless. What do you think Stoick felt, seeing that, knowing how he himself treated Toothless after the arena fight?

There is just so much that comes from that small detail of Gobber making a new tailfin, and I desperately want, like, a novella from Stoick and Gobber's POV of that time period.

[000marie198]

I love those tropes where Hiccup has dragon traits and characteristics without being half dragon physically

Like of fucking course Hiccup is talking to dragons in their own language, of course they flock towards him without anybody's input when he needs help, of course he jumps off cliffs and has no sense of danger from height, of course altitude sickness is not even a thing to him, of course he'll hiss at you like a disgruntled terror when he's too sleepy and cranky and of course he'll eat the raw fish without noticing when the twins try to prank him with it, of course the one proper weapon he made is on fire, of course he finds eels repulsive, of course he has no problem scaling cliffs or slinking through rough rocky terrain, of course he feels cranky and cooped up when he hadn't gone flying for a while, of course he growls when he's too angry. Next thing you'll know, the kid is allergic to blue oleanders and dragon root

Not Toothless privately thinking that his human was born in the wrong species' body but it's okay, it's not Hiccup's fault these things happen

[angelled-art]

POV: Fishlegs shows off his new tattoos~

P.S. If you guys remember, my version of HTTYD3 Heather also has a lil tattoo on her face..

..which gave a random headcanon that it might be him who inspired her to get one👀

[zzombiebites]

—RINGS , SNOTLOUT

summary: (inspired by this one fanfic on wattpad, makes me want you by ellawatchestwd. I HIGHLY RECOMMEND THE FIC!!) Snotlout gives you one of his rings after he sees you staring. You try to return it to him in the middle of the night, but you both end up talking and confessing bubbled up feelings to one another.

warnings: kissing, language, second person/x reader but with no y/n, I fear I used way too many commas… snotlout needs a warning himself, he wears chunky rings because I said so!

A/N: My first post! I’m so excited and I was going to make this suggestive but I didn’t.. might make a part 2 idk! Also I am working on your requests and Mason Thames is next (thank you anon for the request)

dividers: icyporcelain & saradika-graphics

“Now, Why would I read words when I can just kill the stuff the words tell me about?” Snotlout declared to the table, looking directly at you.

Oh boy.

Snotlout wasn’t the brightest in the village, but he was fascinating. From his egotistical personality to the rings he wore on his fingers.

He wore a few chunky rings that were silver or black, one of them being a large snake that looked like it wrapped around his knuckle.

The other ones were interesting too, but this one really caught your eye.

What brought you out of your trance was Snotlout lightly smacking his hand on the table in front of you, leaving the black snake ring spinning and slowly coming to a stop.

Your stomach swirls with warmth at his casual approach to the action.

He leaves and you pick up the ring, examining it closely. It had some weight to it and it was definitely handmade, probably from Globber or another blacksmith.

The ring would fit your ring or middle finger, so there’s no harm in wearing it, right?

It fit perfectly.

You examined the way it sat on your middle finger, the way the snake sat right below your knuckle. It made your stomach plummet.

You stood up abruptly, making Fishlegs stop talking about his dragon cards and Astrid look at you funny.

“I’m going to head home. Night.” You say quickly, running off to head home and not bothering to hear what the others say.

It wasn’t storming anymore, just a light sprinkle with thunder here and there. It was chilly but a pleasant walk back.

The more you kept thinking about the gesture the more you wanted to scream. It was such a simple action, so why did it affect you so much?

Two in the morning rolled around. Sleeping wasn’t an option since Snotlout had decided to ruin those plans with giving you his damn ring.

You swirled it around in your hands and stared at the ceiling, you couldn’t stop thinking about it.

Fuck it.

The next thing you knew was that you were sneaking into Snotlout’s room, uninvited.

You close the window shut and brush off your pajamas, turning around to see Snotlout laying in his bed with his mouth wide open. He was drooling on his pillow. Of course he was.

You walk up to him, your heart beating fast in your chest, and shake him.

“Snotlout,” You whisper once.

Nothing.

“Snotlout, wake up,” You shake him a little harder and he turns, bringing the covers with him. You sigh.

“Snotlout!” You tap his face and pull the sheets off of him.

“Hm?” He hums and jolts awake, expecting his mom or dad to be at the foot of his bed. He rubs his eyes as you cross your arms, just examining him and taking in his room.

His walls were lined with swords and weapons, multiple shields in the corner with burn marks from other practices. Clothes were scattered around on the floor

Snotlout slowly sat up, taking in your presence. You look at him, seeing he had an orange muscle tank on with some type of pants.

Biceps…

Shut up.

You light a candle on his bedside table filled with clutter and place the ring into his lap. He frowns and moves to sit on the edge of the bed to face you.

“What are you doing in my room?” He asks, playing with the ring.

You cross your arms, realizing what you’re wearing. It probably wasn’t smart to sneak into his room in your night wear, right?

“Regifting.”

Snotlout frowned. It was a gift for a reason, he didn’t want it back. “Is it too big for you? I can have it fixed, make it fit.” His groggy voice tells you.

Oh God. Why was he so sweet?

“No- No, it’s not,” You sigh, face turning red. “It fits perfectly, that’s-“

“So you came to my house, at two in the morning?” His voice was rough, flirting with you.

You were definitely red now. “No.”

Snotlout glances you over, taking in your pajamas and sleepy appearance.

“You could’ve dropped the ring and left. You woke me up, wanted me awake.” He stands up, ring still in his hand and takes a step closer to you. He looks you up and down again, “You wanted me to see you, huh?”

“I want to go home and sleep.” You cross your arms as a chill runs down your spine. He was getting more confident by the moment.

“Deflecting.” He steps closer, his face illuminated by the dim yellow light. “I think you want me just as bad as I want you.”

“Do I?”

“You do. The way you’re acting right now is enough.” He smirks, twirling the ring in his rough hands.

Why was it suddenly so hot in his room? And why were you sweating? “I gave your ring back, isn’t that rejection?” You knew he couldn’t stand rejection.

“You’ll take it back.” He states and shrugs, taking one step closer. You were close now, feeling his breath on your skin.

“Will I?” You tease slightly, stumbling back a step or two to try and reject the temptation.

“Yeah.” He held out his hand, snake ring on his middle finger. He wasn’t forcing you. You looked at his hands. Rough, calloused, thick. He noticed you were staring.

You gave in. It’s Snotlout, how could you not?

Your soft hands touched his rugged ones, fingers grazing over his middle finger. You took the ring, your hands lingering for a little too long.

“There you go.” He praises quietly and a moment goes by. “Can I?” He asks, pointing to the ring. He wanted to put it on you.

You didn’t respond, but you looked up at him and left the ring in your palm.

Your eyes didn’t leave one another’s as he found the ring and placed it on your left ring finger. Your stomach was filled with butterflies.

He put it on your ring finger, classic him.

His hands left yours and you put your hand to your side, fiddling with the ring. You couldn’t breathe, move, speak.

“I- I’ll be on my way now.” You say. You don’t move or tear your eyes away from his. Why couldn’t you move? He looks you up and down after a minute.

“You’re trying your best?” He runs a hand through his hair with a smirk. That stupid smirk.

“I hate you.” You lied straight through your teeth, clenching your jaw.

“You hate the way i’m charming, amazing-“

“Add stupid to the list.” You paused, your gut hurting, head spinning. You could cut the tension with a knife. You took a deep breath and closed your eyes, trying to ground yourself. Anything would help-

“Hey, I think i’m pretty smar-“ Him speaking is not something that would help. You couldn’t take it anymore, you had to shut him up.

You grabbed the fabric of his soft orange muscle tank and pulled him against you, your lips crashing against his. Your heart was beating out of your chest, hands sweating.

You start to pull back after a few moments, leaving a trail of spit connecting you both.

Suddently, he places a hand on the back of your head, colliding your lips once again. The kiss wasn’t pretty, it was messy if anything. Years of tension in one kiss.

Your hands go around his neck, the cold metal of his ring bringing him back to earth.

He placed his hands under your thighs, lifting you up and pinning you against the wall. You yelped. His parents were still in the house.

The kiss turned needy, hot and fast. Your hands were everywhere, all over him. Your head was spinning even more.

“Knew it,” He smiled against your lips, placing a hand on the side of your cheek. Your nails dug into his bicep and he moaned into your mouth. He fucking moaned.

You pull back, a little shocked. His lips were a soft red, his freckles more prominent in this light, his eyes needy. He wanted you so bad.

“God, I hate you.” You crash your lips back onto his, smiling into the rough kiss.

masterlist + requests <3

[useless-moss]

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.

[brushbuddybuggy]

Rewatching httyd and I think I’m realizing something about Nightfuries.

So, Toothless spits up half the fish that Hiccup gave him. A kind of act of goodwill to reciprocate Hiccup’s. He does it again later after Test Drive.

It’s not something other dragons do when say, feeding the queen, because a Gronkle does the same and gets eaten. Sure, it could just be that it wasn’t enough for the queen, but we also know something about Nightfuries.

They don’t take food. It’s in the opening dialogue about them.

If a Nightfury took nothing back to the queen, I’m sure they’d be eaten too. But Toothless shows up, somewhat late, with the first pack of dragons that attack the village.

I think he followed the dragons because they were flying somewhere together, not because he was under orders from the queen.

So I think Nightfuries are meant to be pack hunters. They work together and feed each other.

He bonds to Hiccup very fast, and even when he could kill Hiccup, he doesn’t. Like when Hiccup lets him go. Like the very first flight when Hiccup attaches just the tail fin.

And sure, we know that dragons can tell when you mean harm and have weapons, but the Monstrous Nightmare still almost killed Hiccup in the beginning despite being unarmed.

Anyways, based on this evidence, I think Nightfuries are meant to be pack hunters, and the fact they are solitary is a tragedy. They’ve been wiped out that it changes their entire ability to exist with other dragons.

(And for the little dragons that come and steal his food, they’re not part of his pack. That’s why he defends his food. It’s like a lion protecting food from hyenas.)

Edit: OH, AND it’s a great reason why he’s so adept at enforcing boundaries and keeping the peace between pack members. It’s innate. Like wolves, they have to manage everyone’s emotions and actively try to avoid fights and de-escalate.

[tide-draws-stuff]

I take this as being proof that a) Astrid is an artist and b) Astrid made the art for the end credits of rtte and she loves her friends and drew them all being themselves (i have made this conclusion from them being in roughly the same art style and the amount of skulls drawn on each LMAO)