#poor hiccup

[starryarchitect]

being a single parent is hard

[ana-the-light-fury]

Does anyone else feel so immensely sorry for Hiccup when rewatching the scene in the second movie where Stoick and Valka are dancing??

Like the poor child never got to enjoy his parents being parents, never snuck down at night and caught his father and mother in the middle of a sweet moment, never heard them laugh together and then smile lovingly in each other's arms, never had the chance to climb in bed with Mom and Dad after a nightmare, never went to just enjoy a nice fire on a cold day, sitting between them.

And Hiccup, in this scene, is smiling so joyfully because he's happy for both of them. And he's happy that his family is whole again. Happy to see his dad so happy. Happy to feel like he has a mother and a father, happy to share such a special moment he's never been a part of before.

Like, can I just...sob? Am I allowed to sob sad tears at a scene that's supposed to be happy?

Is it just me?

[eat-your-milk]

I have no idea how but it has occurred to me that I have written 20k words this week.

Please send help.

Anyways, new chapter of my longfic! Its a big one! (Literally. Its 10k words lmao) I hope you guys enjoy!!!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/61258318/chapters/167718619

[tulipdrawsstuff]

SO— I’ve finally gotten to the point in the hyperfixation I’m writing fanfiction… oh no. I’ll be posting the chapters on here first, and if i manage to finish it I’ll post the whole thing on a03!!

But first, the prompt. In episode 10 of season 6 rtte, there’s a hypothetical posed, what if that night, Hiccup had never shot down Toothless? What if he grew up completely and never graduated dragon training, then met Toothless as an eighteen year old?

The plot line in the episode is simplistic, just something Astrid cooked up on the spot to make Hiccup feel better, but I found myself intrigued by such an idea. What WOULD 18 year old Hiccup be like without Toothless?

Perhaps a little more bitter, and a LOT more traumatized.

So without further ado, allow me to present such a story…

CHAPTER ONE

“Shirking responsibility”

*This is Berk.*

Hiccup grunted, lifting an axe head up to the grindstone.

*Located twelve days north of hopeless, and a few degrees south of freezing to death.*

Hiccup shivered as the typical gale force winds blew into the shop, ruffling his shoulder length hair.

*Berk is stationed firmly on the Meridian of Misery.

My village, can be described in two words, sturdy… and a prison.

You’d expect the dragons to be more of a problem but really it’s—*

The sound of Snotlout slamming his fist into the counter made Hiccup jump and nearly loose control of the axe head he was sharpening.

*The people.*

“Do you have a problem, Snotlout?” Hiccup huffed, already unamused.

“Yeah I do, I’m still waiting on that gold axe, you know, that pure gold axe, Astrid’s betrothal gift from me?” Snotlout lectured.

Hiccup sighed. “Considering you asked for it yesterday, it’s a little uh, not even constructed yet.” Hiccup replied dryly.

Snotlout had the nerve to look affronted.

*Astrid’s a practical woman, she’d hate having an axe she couldn’t even carry… even I know that, and I hardly talk to her.*

“Well I need it sometime this year, can you manage that Hiccup-mess-up?” Snotlout sneered.

*wow.. he rhymes.* Hiccup thought, raising his eyebrows and nodding along.

“Uhuh.” He said.

Snotlout grinned, as if he’d been victorious.

“Hahaha!!, Snotlout-!” He said, raising his arms in celebration before running off like some sort of gremlin, or at least, starting to.

“Ah, Snotlout, how are things with you?” The gravelly voice of Stoick the Vast— the chief, built like a stone wall, able to go hand to claw with dragons—

The chief, the *man* that was somehow Hiccup’s father.

Though, Hiccup was a little skeptical of that, always had been.

“Hah, great as always, m’ chief.” Snotlout said, chuckling as he took off his helmet, running his hand through his mildly greasy hair before putting it right back on.

“Good to hear, I’ve been gettin word of some glorious dragon kills from you recently.” Stoick said… *proudly*.

Hiccup pulled the axe head off the grindstone, looking at the edge carefully.

Razor sharp and perfect, but nothing his father would be proud of.

“Hah, well, naturally, we Jorgensons are just… pre-de-posed to greatness.” Snotlout responded.

Hiccup turned away from the shop window and wrinkled his nose in obvious distain.

*Predisposed. It’s predisposed*

Stoick laughed and clapped Snotlout on the back. “Pf, don’t let it get to yer head boy.” He said fondly.

Hiccup had stopped working on the axe by now, he couldn’t focus when his dad was around. Stoick’s glorious presence just seemed to take over whatever space he was in.

Hiccup supposed he’d better go… say hi to the guy now. He was the chief after all.

“H-hey dad.” He said, turning away from the axe to lean on the counter.

“Hiccup.” His father nodded. Then the burly man looked over his shoulder. “Where’s Gobber?” He asked.

“Oh he’s helping Sven, the sheep got out and… whatever he left me in charge.” Hiccup explained, looking up at his dad, eyes wide.

“Ah, I see, well, it’s about time you handled something on your own, speaking of— it’s high time you took that final dragon exam, ey?” Stoick prompted, crossing his arms.

Hiccup shrank under his father’s gaze. “W-well dad…”

Stoick’s eyes narrowed, but before he spoke, Snotlout piped up. “He hasn’t been at dragon training, sir.”

*tattletail! Thor forbid I avoid something that I’m bad at and… generally hate…*

“Hiccup…” Stoick grumbled. “You’re eighteen years old, way too old to shirk responsibility!” He scolded. Hiccup cringed away from the counter but Stoick just walked into the blacksmithy not allowing Hiccup to run off in any capacity.

“Dad I-“ Hiccup started.

“No, Hiccup I’ve had enough of your excuses, you *will* be at dragon training all week, and at the end of it all you, yes you, *will* bring me a dragon’s head, do I make myself clear?”

Hiccup, frozen in fear, just nodded slowly, because what else could he do?

Of course Stoick continued.

“You’re eighteen, and you have nothing to show for it.” Okay, ouch. “And I will not allow my son to just- run away from whatever scares him, that’s not how Vikings do things, that’s not how the *Haddocks* do things.”

Stoick set a heavy hand on his son’s shoulder. “I love you son but… I cannot stand *cowards*, I will not allow you to become that, I refuse to.”

Hiccup shrunk in on himself. “O-okay dad.” He whispered, staring anywhere but Stoick’s eyes.

“Hey, come on, this is your dream, it has been since you’ve been a boy, don’t turn away from it now…” Stoick pressed, perhaps an attempt at being encouraging, but it went in one ear and out the other.

He’d been saying the same motivational speech for years.

And they both knew, it just didn’t change Hiccup.

Hiccup- when it came down to it, never seemed to be able to kill a dragon.

Stoick waited for Hiccup to… what, be reassured? Gain some enthusiasm out of the blue?

But Hiccup could muster nothing but a bitter sort of resignation. “Fine, I got it dad.” He mumbled. Stoick nodded with a sigh, patting Hiccup on the shoulder, almost causing his small son to stumble under the force.

“Snotlout, you see he gets out of this smithy every morn’ and gets to dragon training, yes?” Stoick asked.

“Ha- of course sir!” Snotlout beamed. Stoick laughed. “Now that’s the energy I like to see!”

[saphrose]

It is a truth universally acknowledged that when writing a Hijack Fanfiction, either the writer or Jack must verbally or physically WAIL on Hiccup.

Oh, and Jack ends a chapter or 5 unconscious.

[xovera-toz]

Hiccup: I'm not paid enough to deal with the twins' or Snotlout's BS today

Astrid: Correction, you're not paid at all

[luxurystark-jackson]

Throk: We don’t usually ask the lady for her consent

Astrid: ARE YOU SERIOUS?!!! *grabs axe*

Hiccup: *oh shit* *don’t make it worse*

Throk: If nessecary we just grab her and take her back to the island

Astrid: *angry violent scream* *starts going towards Throk with axe*

Hiccup: oK LET’S GO NOW ASTRID *picks Astrid up amidst her struggling and takes her away*

*in the distance*

Astrid: *still angry screaming*

Hiccup: oW oW nO nOt ThErE oW 

Random cat: MEOWWWWWWW 

[akuma11]

A Dagcup Comic :)) this is my third Httyd ship now after Hiccstrid and Snotcup... it's purely accidental that they don't wear all of their clothes in the third picture, of coursee i would never draw things like smut