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Local psychology major takes one look at loser Viking from 1300 years ago and clocks him instantly

(Inspired by this post of @itsybitsybatsyspider ‘s, ty for letting me yoink it, bestie <3)

( anyways you should totally go read Of Ghost Tales and Dragon Scales on ao3)

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a few of my friends pointed out how funny it is that OGTADS Snotlout is like, the only version of him that's having a good time in any of my fics. (Merlout Fic) (SIMPlout Fic) (Chillout Fic)

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Stinki

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I am once again asking you to check out my fic

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapter 21 is live!

Snippet below the cut...

Sam chuckled ruthlessly at the bickering. “You guys are… such bad influences.”

“We try.” Snotlout muttered, squinting at the sky.

A beat of silence drifted between the three.

“...how long now?” Astrid asked.

Sam looked at her watch. “Two…wait, shit, no, one minute an’ fifteen seconds…fourteen…thir-teen…twe–”

“Okay we get it.” Snotlout deadpanned, and his tone made Astrid snort.

“Y-you know what I don’ get?” Sam slurred, on the verge of chuckling. She turned and pointed at Astrid, “What does ‘Close enough’ mean?”

“...what?” Astrid stared blankly at her.

With an egregious groan, Sam tilted her head towards the sky, tapping Astrid’s forehead with a manicured nail, “Y-you know….you said that we were…closenough to Ruff’n’Tuff’s birthday. What does that mean?”

It took a few seconds for Astrid to remember what she was talking about, “Oh, from when we first got here?” She closed her eyes, licking her lips, “I dunno. it means we're in the ballpark. it's not like snow falls on the same day every year.”

That gave Sam even more pause. She swayed on her feet so much that it apparently warranted Snotlout steadying her, “Wait, w-what d’you mean?”

Astrid was beginning to think all the tequila was messing with her translator. Was that possible? She clumsily fumbled with it, giving Sam a stare that she hoped looked disappointed. “Vikings don't do a lot of math.”

Another significant beat of silence. 

And then, a lightbulb seemed to go off in Sam's head, because she gasped so dramatically that it startled both Snotlout and Astrid. “Oh…my gods.” She muttered, cupping both sides of her face in a very convincing imitation of horror, “you guys count your years in winters….”

Astrid and Snotlout shared a very drunk, very amused look with one another. “That is what a year is, Sam.” Astrid jokingly chastised.

Sam took a step back, as if in awe. “Oh my gods.”

“What?”

“Oh my gods,” Sam had a weird juxtaposition of horror and amusement in her slurred words “You guys c-can read the stars…train dragons… and you guys are fuckin’ flat-earthers!” The last part came out as a very loud shriek.

Astrid squinted at the younger teen, trying desperately to wake her brain up for a few seconds. “I don’t see your point.” she admitted. 

Sam took a couple hunched-over seconds to catch her breath, and when she finally craned her neck to look at the vikings, she looked on the verge of hysterical laughter. “Astrid, seasons’re just a side effect of what a year is. It’s not – Oh Ancients, I can’t breathe.” She barked with laughter.

Oh, now Astrid knew where this was going. A childish dread sank in Astrid’s gut, which Snotlout certainly shared considering the look they gave one another, “Oh….Thor. Please…you’re about to drop another ‘holier than thou’ futuristic trivia tid-tidbit, aren’t you?”

Astrid had to thoroughly ignore Snotlout’s snickering pun of “tits-bit”, forcing her eyes wide open as she studied the no-longer-giggling goth.

The look on Sam’s face was not a foreign one – Astrid had been able to pinpoint it many times since their arrival in the future, and it always accompanied some “earth-shattering revelation”. And to be fair, a few months ago, they were. Television, for one. Incredibly off-putting. The moon-landing: also vaguely horrifying. Bacteria, GMO’s, Nuclear Bombs, oh, and fucking uh…soy milk. Disgusting. Astrid hadn’t tried it yet, and she had no intention of ever trying it, thank you very much. How do you even get milk out of beans? 

“Earth’s round.”

“What?” The words pulled Astrid from her bean-milked thoughts, and she found Sam staring with incredibly round, incredibly serious eyes at her.

“Earth’s round.” She said again, and then formed a sphere-shaped object with her hands. “Like- like boobies. But just-just one.”

“Tits-bit.” Snotlout breathed again. This time, with more awe.

Astrid blinked, and it felt like it was in slow motion. “The earth…is a boob?”

“One big boob…” Sam agreed. And then, somehow, her eyes got wider, and she took a step back as if she was having an epiphany. “That’s why we call her Mother Earth…”

Astrid stared at the goth as she gazed into the sky, feeling like her brain was being rearranged.

“...I think I need’ta sit down.” She eventually whispered. And then allowed the fence to guide her to the snow-powdered grass.

“Me, too…” Sam said, and then Snotlout followed.

There were another couple beats of silence – or, well, not silence, because even though the population of the backyard had thinned, the main body of the party was still pretty audible outside the house. As it tended to do, the noise nullified Astrid’s thoughts, gradually pushing her latest conversation into the back of her mind, and it wasn’t long before she found herself tapping her foot to the beat, pretending to know the song by horribly humming along with it.

Sam giggled at her horrible rendition, which only egged her on. She could go all night like this, she thought. She wasn’t even upset anymore. 

And then Daniel Fenton and the Red Huntress slunk out through the back door.

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Anyways the OGTADS doc is now at 181k words, and the chapter estimate has risen from 31 to 32. This is clearly because brevity is my enemy and hubris will be my downfall.

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 18/? Fandom: How to Train Your Dragon (Movies), Danny Phantom Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III/Astrid Hofferson, Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III & Toothless, Astrid & Fishlegs & Hiccup & Ruffnut & Snotlout & Tuffnut, Danny Fenton & Tucker Foley & Sam Manson, Danny Fenton & Jazz Fenton Characters: Danny Fenton, Sam Manson, Tucker Foley, Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III, Astrid Hofferson, Snotlout Jorgenson, Fishlegs Ingerman, Ruffnut Thorston, Tuffnut Thorston, Toothless (How to Train Your Dragon) Additional Tags: Time Travel, set during rtte season 6, Found Family, Established Relationship, Ghost King Danny Fenton, Lesbian Sam Manson, I'm a gray ghost supremacist sorry, the hidden world compliant, ghost psychology, Internal Conflict, ambiguously 21st century, takes place in the trio's junior year, Bisexual Snotlout Jorgenson, ruff and tuff typical schenanigans, Secret Identity, phandom typical lore, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Action/Adventure, Domesticated Vlad Masters, underage drinking but like. not really because they're either vikings or dead, Canon-Typical Violence, Human Toothless (How to Train Your Dragon), Other Additional Tags to Be Added, I wrote this for myself but you can read it too, POV Alternating Summary:

All things considered, the dragon riders had been doing pretty well in their war against the Dragon Hunters.

Of course, that was before they were hurled into a realm infested with the undead. Before the thing that called itself Phantom laughed at the idea of dragons with beating hearts. Before it admitted that the vortex didn’t just send them across the sea.

Now, being stranded a millennium in the future, ghost hunters on their tails, a thief lurking in the shadows, their lives resting in the hands of a dead sixteen year old, there may just be a wrench in their plans.

Chapter 18 is live, babeyyyy!

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Hiccup discovers the cellphone (X)