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Astrid says she’s fine, but Hiccup knows she needs a little extra care before going into battle. Hiccstrid. Rating: G (pure fluff!) Set after Astrid’s rescue in RTTE “Night of the Hunters.”
Written for March of Dragons ’21. Prompt: Rescue (Mar 22-24).
“Dragon hunters…” Astrid mumbled, pressing a hand to her throbbing head. “They have Stormfly.” Her eyes widening, she tried to jump off the mattress, only to be stopped by a gentle touch on her shoulder.
“Take it easy, Astrid,” Hiccup soothed, easing her back against the pillow. “You had a rough day out there.”
“Uh, no offense Hiccup, but I don’t think we have time to take it easy,” Fishlegs ventured cautiously. “We don’t know where the dragon hunters are and —”
“Shut up, Fishface,” Snotlout cut in. “If Hiccup says it’s best for Astrid to take it easy, then it’s best for Astrid to take it easy.”
“And since when did you listen to Hiccup?” Tuffnut asked, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Yeah, when?” echoed Ruffnut.
Hiccup sighed. “Stop,” he ordered. “Everyone stop. Give Astrid some space.”
The dragon riders stared back at him.
“Go!” he insisted, prompting Fishlegs and the twins to spring into action. “Saddle your dragons and start looking for signs of the hunters. Astrid and I will follow when she’s ready.”
“I’m ready now,” the blonde insisted, pushing Hiccup’s arm away from her. “I need to find my dragon. I need to —” She attempted to stand, but her pounding headache, along with the fact that she hadn’t eaten in almost twenty-four hours, caused her to collapse back onto the sheets, which were wet from her still-soggy clothing. Someone — she guessed Hiccup — had helped her out of her boots and armor while she was unconscious, but she was still in her leggings and tunic from that morning.
“Don’t worry, Astrid. I’ll find Stormfly for you,” Snotlout boasted, pointing to himself. “Anything for my favorite Viking lady.”
“I believe I asked you to saddle up your dragon,” said Hiccup, narrowing his eyes.
“Gods, you’re bossy,” muttered Snotlout, turning around and following the others out of Astrid’s hut.
The blonde stared blankly into space, her head buzzing. “Hiccup?”
“Yes?”
“I’m fine. I swear.”
“Look at me, Astrid.” Hiccup rested a hand on hers. “It wouldn’t be very practical for you to go out and face the dragon hunters in this condition.”
“I said I’m fine!” she snapped.
“Shh,” he hushed, pressing a soothing kiss into her hair. “Let’s first get you a drink of water. And then you’ve gotta get out of these wet clothes and into a hot bath before you catch a cold.”
In an instant, he was gone, presumably to fetch her water and draw a bath. Astrid took the opportunity to peel off her soggy things, barely noticing the new cuts and bruises she’d acquired during her adventure. Naked, she wrapped up in a spare blanket that was within her reach from the bed, breathing a sigh of relief at the feeling of the cozy furs on her clammy skin.
“I have Toothless heating your bath.”
Astrid jumped at the sound of Hiccup’s voice, which interrupted her as she was about to doze off. Propping herself up against her pillow, blanket still cocooned around her, she took the cup he offered her and pressed it to her lips. At first, she took only a sip. But then, quickly realizing that her mouth was parched and her throat scratchy, she downed the whole thing.
“You want more?” Hiccup asked, taking the empty cup.
She nodded.
“Got it.” With that, he was gone again, returning a moment later with a refill. “I see you got out of your wet clothes,” he noted, nodding towards the pile of soggy garments on the floor. “I’ll take them to the wash bin for you if you’d like.”
A light blush covered Astrid’s cheeks at the realization that her undergarments were resting on the top of the pile. “No, uh…it’s alright. I’ll get them later.” She tugged the furs closer to her body as she drank.
“Okay,” shrugged Hiccup. “By the way, how do you like your baths? Bubbles, oils, just water…”
“Bubbles,” she mumbled.
“Bubbles it is. I’ll go finish that for you. And while you’re washing up, I’ll change your sheets and grab you some hot mutton and tea, okay? I have leftovers at my hut from dinner last night.”
Astrid nodded, prompting Hiccup to disappear again. By the time he returned, she’d finished her second cup of water, and the pounding in her head had decreased just enough for her to stand.
“You gonna be okay getting downstairs?”
She shrugged.
“Here.” He wrapped an arm around her shoulders, guiding her while she shuffled downstairs and into her small washroom, which was little more than a closet. She didn’t need that much space; after all, it was only her living in the hut. And besides, most of her baths were taken at the secret hot spring she’d discovered soon after moving to Dragon’s Edge.
She managed a small smile at the sight of the steaming tub. It looked so inviting, brimming with hot water and bubbles. Hiccup had done a good job preparing it.
“You’re good from here, right?” he checked, rubbing the back of his neck. “I mean, I don’t want to intrude on your privacy or anything.”
“I’ll be fine,” Astrid assured.
“Alright, I’ll leave you to it, then. Do you need anything before I go? A towel, maybe, or clean clothes?”
She nodded towards the small stack of towels tucked away on a shelf. “I’ll be fine,” she repeated.
“Well, I’ll see you in a little bit. Enjoy.” With that, he turned and stepped out of the room, closing the door behind him.
Once alone, Astrid quickly unwrapped herself from the furs and sank into the bath, a sigh of relief sweeping over her as the warm, bubbly water lapped at her skin. But now was no time to relax; she needed to wash and get dressed as quickly as possible so she could go back out and find her dragon before it was too late.
The thought of Stormfly made her stomach knot, and tears suddenly sprung to her eyes. She shouldn’t have listened to Hiccup. She should’ve gone out there as soon as she was conscious. But in the back of her still-foggy mind, she also knew that he was right. A weak, dehydrated Viking was hardly fit to be a Viking at all.
“Astrid?”
Hiccup’s voice, accompanied by a rap on the door, snapped her out of her thoughts. “Yeah?”
“I’m heading to my hut to grab you some food. I’ll be back as soon as I can.”
She nodded.
“Astrid? Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” she insisted, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand.
“Alright, well I’ll be back. I’ll have Toothless stay behind in case you need anything.”
Astrid heard the click of his metal leg as he walked away, followed by the sound of her front door opening and closing. Sniffling, she began to scrub the salty ocean water and debris out of her hair, a task that took longer than she expected. Once finished, she started on her body, rising from the water to properly scrub. It was then that she became aware of the little scratches all over her arms, the nasty scrape on her right knee, and the large bruise on her hip, presumably all from struggling to grasp the log in the water.
As she made a mental note to clean out her cuts with some ointment, she heard the door creak again. “Hiccup?” she checked. She guessed by Toothless’ silence that it was indeed just his rider returning, but she wanted to be sure of it.
“Yeah, it’s just me,” Hiccup called. “You doing alright?”
“Mmm-hmm.” She sank back into the water. Between getting hydrated and soaking in the bath, her throbbing headache had now subsided to a dull pain that she was sure would fully vanish once she had something to eat.
After rinsing off, Astrid climbed out of the tub and wrapped a fluffy towel around her shivering body. She hoped it was just the cool air hitting her dripping skin that was making her chilly; a fever wasn’t something she had time to handle right now, not with Stormfly missing.
Opening the door, she was met with the sight of Hiccup standing over the fire, heating the mutton and preparing water for tea.
“Feeling better?” he asked.
“Mmm-hmm,” Astrid mumbled through chattering teeth as she blushed and dug her bare toes into the rug beneath her feet. Being a warrior, she’d learned to embrace her battle wounds. But for some reason standing in just a towel in front of Hiccup, her scraped arms and knee left exposed, prompted shyness.
“Cold?”
She nodded.
“Go get dressed,” he urged. “I wasn’t sure if you had any clean battle clothes, so I brought one of my tunics. It’s on your bed if you need it.”
Astrid nodded again and quickly shuffled up to her room, silently thanking Hiccup for keeping the fire going in there. After cleaning out her cuts and bandaging her knee, she put on a set of clean underclothes, then slipped into a pair of her wool leggings and Hiccup’s tunic, which was just a bit large on her. Noticing that the boots she’d worn earlier were still soggy, she pulled out a spare pair and carried them downstairs, along with cozy socks.
“You’re just in time,” Hiccup said, holding up a steaming plate of mutton. “Come eat.”
Astrid placed her socks and shoes by the door and took a seat at the table, the sight of food suddenly making her realize how hungry she was. Grabbing a fork, she dug into the tender mutton.
“Is it good?”
She nodded as she took a sip of tea.
“I can braid your hair for you while you eat if you like,” Hiccup ventured cautiously. “I mean, you probably want to get out there and help the others look for Stormfly as soon as you can.” He bit his lip.
Astrid glanced down at her loose tresses. Until that moment, she hadn’t even realized that she’d forgotten to put her hair up. “Yeah, that would actually be nice.”
Hiccup silently pulled a chair behind her and, sitting down, parted her locks into three sections. He’d never braided hair before, but having woven braids into leather belts and vests he’d sewed, he managed to nearly replicate Astrid’s everyday look.
“There,” he announced, standing up and placing a hand on her shoulder.
“Thank you.” The blonde pushed her empty plate aside and swallowed the rest of her tea before turning around and offering a small smile.
“You don’t have to thank me,” Hiccup insisted, his cheeks turning pink. “I’m here for you, Astrid. Always.”
Maybe her brain was still foggy from the accident, or maybe she was feeling bold, but some sudden emotion prompted her to cup a hand under his chin and deliver a quick peck onto his lips.
A wide, crooked grin appeared on Hiccup’s face. “What…what was that for?”
“For everything,” Astrid replied, grabbing her axe. “Now let’s go get my dragon back.”
Drop a happy rant about a scene, episode, character, etc., you love.
I’ve been sitting on this one for days unsure of who or what to talk about! I love almost every aspect there is of How to Train Your Dragon. I mean, it is my special interest.
But you know what? I’m gonna talk about a character that deserves more love. I’m going to talk about Snotlout.
Snotlout’s arc in Dreamworks Dragons was some really fantastic writing. He goes from the misogynistic jerk to a kinder, more respectful, and most of all, loyal person. In Dreamworks Dragons we learn that a lot of Snotlout’s toxic masculine traits come from his father Spitelout. We’re even shown hints of emotional, and dare I say physical, abuse. As much as he looks up to him, Snotlout is afraid of his father.
And that’s why his arc is even more incredible. He has this persistent being in his life urging him to be to be the most toxic version of himself. But Snotlout sees past that and grows past that and becomes a better person. He’s funny, and loving, and loyal. When he loves, he loves hard, and he loves his dragon and his friends. By the end of Dreamworks Dragons, he would do anything for them, and they would do anything for him. Snotlout is a truly wonderful character with a fantastic voice actor (Zack Pearlman) behind him. He’s multi-faceted and interesting, and had a positive character arc.
Snotlout is definitely one of my favorite characters!
Sorry I’m late! Work has been very demanding lately, so I had to put this project on pause for a bit.
I’m not the best artist, but I really wanted to complete most of the prompts to celebrate this beautiful trilogy. I have no idea how to shade or how anatomy works, but, it was a fun challenge nonetheless and I hope I get to improve my drawing skills one day.
I tried to recreate the landscape from a screenshot I took from an episode of Attack on Titan, the Final Season. I forgot which episode, but it’s the one where Gabi and Falco escape.
As for our lovely couple, I just found a pose reference on Pinterest to help me.
I’ll definitely finish the fan content prompts, but it has to be at my own pace. I have a bit more free time lately, so I’ll make an new post very soon.
This was for the HTTYD event March of Dragons '21 - for the prompt 'Underwater'! I love HTTYD, and there are so many great people in the fandom who I've known for ... ages, actually. It would be really, really weird to not have them around, so to HTTYD and to all the buddies I've made through it - thankyou!
Anyway, you guys should go check out and participate in this event!! Like most things httyd, it's super cool! XD
I liked a moment, when Hiccup, Astrid and Toothless fly to the dragon's den. Music, the work with camera and the whole moment, when they realised what kind of powerful monster they just found.
And when Stoick sees Red Death. "Odin helps us..". You can see in his eyes, that he is helpless, that he brought the whole tribe to their death.
And I like when Stoick found Toothless without Hiccup. He repents about all and admits his faults. And then finally Toothless let him see his son. Have you ever noticed that Stoick throw away his helmet? Just like Hiccup in the arena. "I'm not one of them", because he is more than just a viking and a chief. He is a father.
In second movie I like Stoick's funeral. This pain. Everytime I see it i cry. Even if listen just ost.
And I love domestic Hiccstrid in homecoming. That's kind of relationship I want. And I love that Gobber is part of their family. Creators showed him like some kind of strange lonely uncle and it's make me sad. Because he deserves something better than this. At least he has Hiccup, Astrid and their kids.
Astrid decides to make a dragon race into a more interesting competition. Takes place somewhere between RTTE Season 5 and HTTYD2. Rating: PG-13 (sexy references).
Written for March of Dragons ‘21. Prompt: Triumphant Flight (Mar 28-30).
Hiccup sprung up as he awoke to the sun streaming through his bedroom window. Out of all the days to oversleep, this one was the worst. It was Dragon Racing Day, and being the three-time champion along with Toothless, he couldn’t afford to miss the festivities.
Scrambling to fasten his metal leg and find his tunic, he heard a familiar laugh behind him, reminding him that he wasn’t alone. Astrid had snuck in through his window before bed, and the two of them had enjoyed some special time together, a sort of preliminary celebration in honor of the upcoming race.
“Good morning to you, too, milady,” he said, turning around to offer a lopsided grin.
“You know, you don’t always have to be in such a rush to get dressed,” she laughed, leaning over to tug on his hand.
Hiccup felt his face grow red. While he and Astrid had been messing around for a few moons now, he couldn’t help but still feel a little shy about being exposed in daylight. She was beautiful; even her scars were perfect. And she had both feet. On the other hand, he still had angry burn marks on his back, a series of small scars on his chest, and of course, a missing leg.
“The dragon race is in an hour,” he insisted. “And we still need to — I need to — wash up, eat breakfast, put my face paint on, put Toothless’ face paint on, do a few warm-up laps…”
“Five more minutes,” Astrid urged, pulling him back into bed and snuggling against his chest, letting out a contented sigh at the feeling of his bare skin on hers.
Hiccup kissed the top of her head. “Fine. Five more minutes. But then we have to get up.”
“Deal.” She draped an arm across his stomach.
“But if I break my winning streak today, it’s your fault.” He tapped the tip of her nose.
“You’re right. Because I’m going to crush you.” Reaching up, Astrid cupped his chin and pressed her lips to his.
“You think so?” He pulled her on top of him and toyed with the hem of her underwear.
“How about we make this interesting?” she suggested, straddling him. “Winner gets first pick on what we do in bed next time.”
“Well, it’s kind of hard to say no when you’re giving me such a lovely view.” He cupped a bare breast in his palm.
“That was kind of the point.” Winking, Astrid settled back against him, well aware of his bulge against her thigh.
Hiccup groaned.
“What, you don’t think you can beat me?” she asked, looking up with a playful gleam in her eye.
“Trust me, milady. I know I can beat you.”
“Then why —”
“I could really use a hand right now, if you get what I mean.” He offered a seductive wink.
Laughing, Astrid slid off the bed and began searching for a towel to wrap up in for her walk to the washroom. “Save it for later, winner,” she teased. Then, with her hand on the doorknob, she asked, “You coming?”
“What?”
“You said we were gonna be late. Save time and have a bath with me.”
Hiccup didn’t need her to ask twice. In an instant, he was out of bed and in a towel, following her to the washroom. Stoick was already out helping Gobber set up for the race, so they didn’t need to worry about anyone seeing them walk down the stairs half-naked, or laugh as they slipped off their underwear and half-climbed, half-stumbled into the tub.
After helping each other wash, they quickly cocooned themselves in their towels again and headed back up to Hiccup’s room, where they dressed and started their face paint.
“Blame Astrid, bud,” Hiccup laughed as Toothless began circling with impatience. “She’s the one who said we didn’t have to rush.”
“Hey, that’s so unfair,” insisted Astrid.
“Unfairly accurate,” Hiccup corrected, running his fingers through his hair before scratching Toothless behind the ears and brushing paint onto his scales. “By the way, you’d better hurry to the stables and get Stormfly before it’s too late.”
“I was thinking you’d give me a lift on Toothless,” she said, tying off the end of her braid.
“Mmm-hmm.” He hurried downstairs and grabbed a slice of buttered bread, then met the Night Fury outside. As they ascended into the air, he caught sight of Astrid running out the door, a look of annoyance on her face.
“You said we should make this interesting!” he called, tossing back a teasing grin. With Astrid not yet ready, and him already starting his warm-ups with Toothless, he was sure to win.
…
“Alright,” Gobber announced as the dragon riders lined up at the starting line. “Ye all know the rules. The rider with the most points at the end of the race is today’s winner.”
Hiccup and Astrid exchanged a flirty glance.
“Ready, set, go!” Gobber blew the horn, and the riders were off.
The first half of the race left Hiccup and Fishlegs tied for first place, with Astrid close behind in second and the twins and Snotlout trailing after her.
“Looks like the choice is mine, huh, milady?” Hiccup winked as he and Toothless flew by Astrid with another sheep.
“Not so fast, Haddock!” Astrid called back.
“Could you two stop flirting?” yelled Snotlout. “We get it, you’re a couple.”
“Could you mind your own business, Snotlout?” Astrid urged Stormfly on and, diving under Toothless’ belly, knocked the Night Fury and his rider off balance, causing Hiccup to drop the sheep he had in his arms.
“Astrid!” he exclaimed, frowning. “What was that for?”
The blonde laughed as Stormfly caught the falling sheep in her mouth. “This is what I call kicking your ass.”
“I’d prefer if you were —” He was about to make a suggestive remark, but stopped himself. While he was fairly certain that the entire island suspected they were intimate, he didn’t want to publicize the matter.
“And that brings Astrid ahead by one point!” Stoick announced.
Astrid shot Hiccup a triumphant smile.
“Don’t get ahead of yourself,” laughed Hiccup. “Toothless and I still have time to get you!”
“Here we go, dragon riders. Final round!” Gobber shouted. “Ye all know what that means.”
“The black sheep!” Astrid exclaimed. “Come on, Stormfly!”
Hiccup tightened his legs in the saddle and pushed forward. “There we go, bud! There you have it! The black sheep is —”
“Right here!” Laughing, the blonde gestured to the sheep in her lap.
“For the love of Thor, Astrid.”
“Sorry, Haddock.” Shrugging, she tossed the dark-wooled sheep into her basket.
“And there we have it!” called Stoick. “Astrid is the winner!”
Letting out a delighted cheer, Astrid performed a brief, yet triumphant flight on Stormfly before landing beside her boyfriend. “Good game,” she said, holding out a sweaty hand.
“A handshake? Really?” Hiccup frowned.
Astrid smirked. “Don’t worry,” she promised, leaning in close to his ear. “I have plenty more planned for us as soon as we find ourselves a room.”
