Pl Please and thank you, if not please ignore this. A request for Hiccup x reader, it can be placed in the first movie when there is the training against dragons, specifically the scene of Astrid scolding Hiccup with that dialogue "....our parents' fight will become ours" and reader defends him, reader (she does not understand dragons but she respects them and is interested in them but only she knows that), and defends Hiccup verbally to Astrid, just a small discussion, from then on Hiccup is interested in reader because she defended him and because reader is not afraid of dragons in the training, which is strange because she never attacks him directly but it is like driving away a beast and generates interest in him.
THE GUARDIAN ANGEL
pairings « hiccup haddock x f! reader »
✎ When you quietly hold your ground during dragon training—never striking first, only observing—Hiccup takes notice. You're the only one who treats dragons with a strange, distance, and when you defend him during a heated clash with Astrid, he starts to wonder if he’s not as alone in his thinking as he thought.
【warnings; none】
Ash clung to the air, dense as flour, stirred by each step across the rugged ground. A fine coat of soot blanketed the arena like dust on forgotten parchment, and the scent—smoke, scorched rope, and something faintly sulfuric—settled stubbornly in your clothes. The roof above, a precarious structure of chains and stone designed with a singular purpose: to imprison dragons, and prevent their flight, groaned and clanged against one another as the deep wind swept through the cavernous space.
Gobber’s voice bellowed through the dusted air: “Today, we teach you how to not die! Keep your limbs, keep your pride, and maybe—maybe—you’ll live to see dinner!”
You tightened your grasp on the leather strap of your borrowed shield with rigid edges. It smelled like someone else's sweat and fire—ripe, acrid, and unmistakably used. Have you not any shame, oh, how you wished you could pinch your nose without looking like a complete amateur. After Gobber’s ‘I believe in learning the job’ you’d completely lost hope in finishing the academy training with the Deadly Nadder tailing your butts to destroy you with its spontaneous bursts of poisonous spines wherever it could fly. At least he had the time to explain that shields matter more than a sword.
“hey–Hey, you know I just happened to notice the book had nothing to do with night furies.” You hear a cranky voice just a wall behind you, assuming it was Hiccup, likely addressing Gobber. A Before you could react, a sudden burst of fire struck the wall—a Nadder’s blast—searing through the wooden wall and lighting up the space. The impact revealed your silhouette, exposed and clearly visible through the scorched gap.
“Today, it’s all about attack! Now get ye’ lots and butts movin’.”
You took off running, swatting at the small flames that clung to your clothes. Heat nipped at your sleeves as you pushed forward, doing everything you could to stay ahead of the Nadder. Sharp talons scraped against the wood behind you, and you heard the distinct whir of spines being fired. You ducked instinctively, heart pounding.
“Nadders are quick and light on their feet.” Gobber peeked from above. “Your job is to be quicker and lighter”
Easier said than done.
Turning a corner too fast, —only to slam into Fishlegs with full force. The impact sent both of you staggering, arms pinwheeling for balance, but managed to regain balance just in time. You managed to stay in your feet, just as a cluster of razor-sharp Nadder spikes thudded into your shield with a metallic crack. Others peppered the ground where you had stood seconds ago.
You would’ve been at peace if Gobber hadn’t insisted on training you, calling you a “wee lamb” that needed to transform into a “goat.” You’d been sleeping soundly, deep in the comfort of your blankets, your body relaxed and still. The world outside had faded away, the early morning stillness wrapping around you like a warm, quiet cocoon. Then, next thing you know your legs were up and high, snatched by his prosthetic hook.
“I’m really beginning to start questioning your teaching methods.”
“So do I!”
You sprinted ahead, putting more distance between yourself and Fishlegs, hoping to draw the Nadder's attention elsewhere. The dragon’s growls echoed in your ears, but you kept your focus on the creature's movements, looking for any sign of weakness, any gap in its defense. You had to figure out its blind spot.
Ahead, you spotted Astrid and Snotlout, their bodies low to the ground sneaking away from the spined dragon. They were working their way around the Nadder, trying to avoid being noticed. Just as you were about to make your move, Hiccup arrived, his figure appearing in the distance.
Astrid glanced over at him, quickly waving for him to crouch. “Get down,” she murmured, the command almost sounding like a scold. Hiccup, however, was still going on about the Night Fury, oblivious to the urgency around him. Astrid peeked her head over the edge, her eyes scanning the Nadder’s movements, watching for any sign that it had walked away from their direction. Once the coast was clear, Astrid moved quickly, rolling her body to the other wall alongside Snotlout and you.
Behind you, Hiccup tried to follow suit, but he wasn’t as quick. As he rolled, the weight of his shield caught the ground, sending a sharp scrape through the air that made everyone flinch. His eyes widened in mild panic as he scrambled to regain his balance.
The sound didn’t go unnoticed. The Nadder, its eyes scanning the area, whipped its head toward the noise, its focus shifting immediately from you to the others. In an instant, it let out a ferocious screech and surged upward.
“Don’t worry, babe, I got this.” Snotlout’s voice was as confident as ever, though you couldn’t quite tell if he was talking to you or Astrid––not that it made a difference. His grin was wide, almost too wide, as he swung his mace, aiming for the Nadder with all the flair of a showman.
But the moment the mace left his hand, it veered off course, flying wide and completely missing the dragon. It sailed past the dragon’s side. Way past. The Nadder didn’t even flinch as it soared past, instead charging straight toward them, its eyes locked on the three of you.
You turned to him, unimpressed, giving him a long, deadpan stare. “Really?”
He blinked, then raised a hand as if that explained everything. “The sun was in my eyes, [Name].” Before you could even reply, the Nadder reared back and spewed a burst of fire. “What do you want me to do? Block out the sun? I could do that, but I don’t have time right now.”
Hiccup stood in place, still distracted, flipping through the pages of the dragon manual and pointing out something to Gobber. “They probably took the daytime off, right? Like a cat—’”
“Hiccup!” you barked, but he didn’t take notice. The Nadder roared and charged again, this time lunging straight for Astrid.
“Hiccup!” Gobber called out
“Hiccup!” Astrid shouted too, her voice laced with both panic and fury. She sprinted across the shaky remains of the training structure, the Nadder crashing after her, claws tearing into the wood as it climbed with terrifying speed. You watched from below, tense, trying to find an opening to help—but everything was collapsing too fast.
“Look out!” you yelled.
She lost balance and fell—straight onto Hiccup, knocking them both to the ground with a heavy thud. The air left his lungs in a wheeze, but the worst of it wasn’t the impact—it was the sharp clang that followed. Astrid’s axe, still tightly gripped in her hand during the fall, drove straight into the rim of Hiccup’s shield. The metal bit into the wooden frame and lodged itself deep, the two now stuck together awkwardly.
“Ooh, love on the battlefield,” Tuffnut snickered, elbowing his sister as he peeked over the edge of a half-crushed platform.
“She could do better.”
You wanted to help, but the Nadder was almost free from the stacked pile of wood, its claws scraping against the debris as it struggled to get out. Every second counted.
"Let—let me... why don’t you—?" Hiccup stammered, trying to talk to Astrid, taking off her hand from squishing his face. He was still holding onto his shield, clearly trying to make sense of the chaos, but Astrid wasn't having it. She leaped forward, eyes locked on the Nadder, now fully freed from the pile of wreckage. Panic surged through her, and she pushed her foot onto Hiccup’s face with an unceremonious shove, yanking the axe from his shield with a sharp jerk.
Before Hiccup could react, Astrid was already swinging the axe, driving it into the Nadder’s advancing form. The force of the blow knocked the dragon back, sending it reeling. The sheer power in her movement was enough to force the Nadder to hesitate, if only for a moment, as it tried to regain its footing.
Ignoring your weapon, you threw it aside, the clatter barely registering as you focused entirely on the dragon. You rushed forward at the same time, your own fists raised, staying close to Astrid as the Nadder snarled, its fiery eyes narrowing. The tension in the air was palpable, the ground would be shaking with each step the dragon took if it didn’t have light feet.
You stepped forward, standing firm in the Nadder's path, trying to get its attention. No weapons. Just your instincts. You weren't going to fight this dragon with blades; you had to be smarter.
"Hey, hey!" you called, voice steady despite the adrenaline flooding your system. The Nadder’s head swung toward you, its eyes narrowing.
The dragon was close now, its massive, scaly head turning toward you, its nostrils flaring as it caught your scent. You raised your arms, palms open, trying to appear larger, more intimidating. You shouted, not out of fear, but to be heard above the mess.
“Get away from them!”
The Nadder snarled in response, its tail flicking to the side as if it might strike you. But you didn’t flinch. You couldn’t afford to. In a matter of speaking, you weren’t exactly the type to fight dragons. They intrigued you—fascinated you in a way that made it hard to see them as mere enemies. You weren’t one to simply engage in a battle with something you didn’t understand, especially when their behavior wasn’t entirely rooted in malice.
You knew this was a high-risk situation, but you weren’t about to make things worse by provoking it further. Your eyes stayed locked on the Nadder as you slowly approached, hands up, keeping your posture calm and open. The dragon’s fiery gaze met yours, and for a split second, it seemed to hesitate, assessing you, its growls softening.
This wasn’t a fight—it was a standoff. And you weren’t going to fight if you didn’t have to.
Hiccup was still laying down to the ground, his eyes narrowed in concentration as he watched the scene unfold. The Nadder was on the offensive, its spines raised, ready to strike. The rest of the group was scrambling, trying to keep the dragon at bay with their weapons, but you... you weren’t doing what everyone else was.
A few tense moments passed. Then, with an almost reluctant grunt, the Nadder turned, its body coiling as it began to retreat, its fiery breath dissipating into the air.
You stood still, watching it leave. Only when it had fully backed off did you allow yourself to exhale, the adrenaline of the encounter still buzzing in your chest.
"You didn’t even use your weapon," Astrid said, her voice sounding a bit more incredulous than usual as she caught up with you. Her eyes were still wide, likely processing what had just happened.
Gobber, who had been watching the whole exchange from the sidelines, let out a low whistle of approval. "Well done, Astrid and [Name]." His gravelly voice was full of respect, and that made you feel a little less on edge.
Just as you were about to pat Astrid on her shoulder, however, her focus changed—badly—to Hiccup. Her eyes burned with frustration, the fire in them hard to ignore. “Is this some kind of a joke to you?” she spat, her fists clenched at her sides. “Our parents' war is about to become ours! Figure out which side you’re on.”
Hiccup shrank back slightly, fiddling with the strap of his tunic, his voice faltering. “I was just—”
“No, you weren’t,” Astrid interrupted, her voice sharp, her eyes narrowing as she stared down at him. “You never fight back. What happens when that hesitation gets one of us burned alive, huh? What if it’s me? Or him?” She jabbed her finger toward Snotlout, who looked momentarily offended, furrowing his brow at the gesture.
“Hey, hey, calm down, Astrid. Leave him alone.”
Hiccup looked up, surprised. The words weren’t directed at him—they were directed at Astrid, but somehow, they wrapped around him like a shield. You gave him a hand and helped him get up. His breath caught in his throat as you stepped forward, standing between them with an easy, almost casual determination. You were standing up for him. He wasn’t used to that, especially not from someone who he had never tried to make a conversation with. Now, you and Hiccup weren’t close, nor were you friends. but something about the situation made you act.
Astrid whipped her head toward you, her frustration evident in the tight line of her mouth, though now there was a flicker of confusion mixed in with the anger. “What? You’re going to defend him now?”
You nodded, standing your ground. “He’s trying to figure things out, Astrid. You don’t have to push him this hard. We’re all under pressure, but that doesn’t mean you get to tear each other apart.”
“And it’s not like we asked the Gods to give the responsibility of our parents to us,” you said, your voice a little more strained than you intended. Hiccup looked up at you, his brow furrowed, his hands still clasped tightly in front of him. He hadn’t expected that response. Neither had you. It just slipped out.
“Eh, she’s got a point there, lass.”
Astrid’s eyes flicked to you, her jaw tight. But she didn’t say anything. With a sharp exhale through her nose, she turned on her heel and walked off, boots striking the ground with clipped steps. The others followed in silence—Snotlout tossing a last glance back, Fishlegs adjusting his belt awkwardly, Ruff and Tuff muttering to each other but keeping close behind.
None of them looked at Hiccup.
Only Astrid’s shoulders stayed tense as she disappeared around the corner of the training paddock. Her anger wasn’t aimed at you—you could feel it in the way she hadn’t met your eyes. It was Hiccup she couldn’t even look at.
You didn’t stay behind like usual. Not today. You threw your gear over your shoulder, kept your head down, and started walking away—off the academy grounds, past the watchtower, and down the slope that led toward the cliffs. You thought of catching some fresh air in the woods, they normally have great scent due to the petrichor after raining.
“Hey—wait, [Name]!”
You slowed slightly but didn’t turn. You could hear him fumbling behind you. The voice was familiar—uncertain, hurried—but you’d recognize Hiccup’s anywhere, nervous, a little hoarse and scrawny like the cry of a newborn yak. You heard his boots scuff as he jogged to catch up, the unevenness of his steps telling you he wasn’t used to chasing people down. His voice always sounded a little too big for him, like he’d borrowed it from someone braver.
He reached your side, a little out of breath, one hand holding the strap of his satchel as if it might anchor him. “You—uh—you left kind of fast.”
“Food won’t wait for me,” you said, not breaking stride. The excuse slipped out easily, but it was a half-truth at best.
Hiccup hesitated, looking ahead before speaking again. “Why... why did you defend me?” Hiccup finally asked. He wasn’t sure if he even wanted to hear the answer. Part of him thought he didn’t deserve it—he hadn’t earned it. He’d been a disappointment to so many already.
You glanced at your back. His expression wasn’t angry or accusatory—just... confused. Tentative. Like someone standing on a frozen lake, unsure how thick the ice really was.
“You didn’t have to do that,” he said. “Back there… with Astrid. I mean, she wasn’t wrong. I mess things up. All the time.” There wasn’t self-pity in his voice—at least not the performative kind. It was just fact, spoken plainly. Like he’d memorized that line after hearing it too often.
“Don’t think of yourself badly, Hiccup.” Hiccup looked down, brow furrowed. He kicked at a pebble near his foot, watched it skip across the path.
“You’re brave,” you added, your voice softer now. “Not in the way people like Astrid think of it. But in your own way. The kind that matters.”
He blinked. For a moment, he didn’t seem to know what to do with your words. Then he laughed under his breath—a short, awkward sound, more surprised than amused.
“I don’t feel very brave,” he murmured.
“Most brave people don’t,” you replied.
“Thanks,” he said finally, quietly. “For saying that. For... being there.”
From that evening on, Hiccup started sticking closer than ever, almost as if he’s your second shadow.
At first, it was subtle. He'd show up early to group meetings, always managing to sit beside you even when the others rearranged themselves chaotically. He'd offer to carry an extra pack, pass you a flask of water without asking, or stand just a step behind you when tensions with the others ran high—as if your presence somehow steadied him.
Then it became impossible not to notice.
You’d turn a corner in the stables and there he’d be, scribbling in his sketchbook but glancing up the moment your heels hit the stone floor. He trailed you during patrol shifts under the pretense of wanting “extra field experience,” and at mealtime, his tray would somehow always end up across from yours. You never called him out on it. You didn’t need to. And strangely enough, you didn’t mind.
Whenever you were out in the field, testing your own methods—fast, unorthodox, bordering on reckless—Hiccup’s eyes never left you. Not once. While the others braced for dragon fire or fumbled with their shields, he’d be watching you, his gaze locked in quiet awe, trying to memorize the way you moved, how you timed your shifts between evasion and precision, like you were dancing with danger rather than dodging it.
You called him out the third time it happened.
“You’re gonna get torched if you keep staring like that,” you snapped, yanking him behind cover after a Nadder’s blast barely missed his leg. “Keep your eyes on the dragon, not on me.”
At first, the others teased him for it. Snotlout made howling noises every time Hiccup moved to follow you, and Ruffnut started keeping an imaginary tally—“That’s ten sightings today, folks. At this rate, he’ll be part of [Name]’s shadow by next week.” But Hiccup didn’t rise to it. He didn’t deny it, didn’t make excuses. He just gave them that sheepish smile of his and kept doing what he was doing.
Summary- Engaged to Snotlout, you're fed up with his flirting. You decide to get back at him with his own medicine.
Warnings- Sweet ending, axe swinging lol, fluff, minor angst
A/N- Well this is so awkward... I have like zero excuses. I just saw the HTTYD Live action and I knew I had to lock in. I present to ya'll my first fic in like 6 months....... :D
Word Count- 1,777
"I'm going to kill him." You say, roughly yanking an axe off of a nearby stand. If you weren't so angry, it might have made you lose balance by the sheer size. Your inexperience with weapons made you less intimidating, but every man on Berk knew not to mess with an enraged woman.
Adrenaline drove you.
Astrid followed you close, trying to calm you down from your previous conversation.
"I just don't get it, he always says that I am the only one for him. That he loves me. But there he is, running his mouth with some other girl. I don't think he realizes that no other girl would put up with his crap." Just venting to Astrid made your blood boil.
"Have you talked to him about how you feel?" She reasoned, knowing that deep down you did love him, and wanted peace.
"Why should I! Isn't it obvious that you shouldn't flirt with other girls while you're engaged!" You were increasingly frustrated, popping your knuckles to ease some kind of tension.
She sighed and threw herself back onto her bed. Neither of you planned that your sleepover would turn into a therapy sesh. "Men are stupid. We even have to tell them when they are being stupid. That's how stupid they are."
You contemplated her words, "And if Hiccup was flirting with another girl?" You queried.
"I'd gouge his eyes out so he couldn't even look at another." She said, calm as ever. Though, it was true that Hiccup would rather die than make Astrid feel that way.
Defeated, you puffed out a frustrated gust of air. "Maybe I should just talk to him..." Astrid laughed at the contrast. Your emotions ran wild, regretfully doubting him. You beat yourself up on the fact you thought him disloyal.
"I think that's a great idea." She said, getting comfortable in her pillow, hoping the conversation would end. That way the two of you could do something more fun or relaxing.
As much as you wanted to move on, your gaze didn't leave the ground. Astrid shot you an understanding look. "You can go now..." You looked up.
"Astrid we've been planning this night for weeks! I'm not going to leave you over some petty feelings." Astrid would love to argue how your feelings were valid, and not petty. But she was too busy ushering you out the door.
"Look, after- you can come right back over. We will have more fun when your conscience is clean." She desperately wanted this to be over with, for her best friend to be at ease.
You knew she was right. Still, she made her way with you to the mead hall, where most of the men were bound to be eating.
Just as you walked in, you located Snotlout. With a freshly dropped face and cold eyes, you watched him. He was sat next to a girl you'd seen around. She was the complete opposite of you. She was visibly strong, taller than Snotlout, and loud.
He had his head thrown back in laughter, the very laugh you loved to hear. The laugh that was only reserved for you. His real laugh that only came out when talking about your future, dragon riding, or joking about Hiccup's leg.
That laugh was for you. No one else. Definitely not this random girl.
"I'm going to kill him."
The next thing you know, you are running across the hall to him. Axe raised above your head. You weren't aware if you were screaming or not, but the looks people gave you implied you were.
"SNOTLOUT!" The girl quickly jumped out of the way, but Snotlout was caught off guard by your voice.
He let out a yelp, quickly throwing himself to the ground. "ARE YOU CRAZY?" He screams back at you.
"Only because you've made me so!" You swing again, narrowly missing his ear. A shred of his hair was caught in the crossfire.
His voice raised a few octaves at your shrew rage. "What is your problem!" He was too worried about you to care about his voice cracking.
"YOU are my problem!" Onlookers knew better than to interfere with your relationship.
"Woah, woah, what did I do?" He tried to grab the axe from you, but risked losing a finger.
You thought about not responding, but stopped swinging to catch your breath. "What haven't you done? Or better yet, WHO haven't you done?"
His demeanor changed immediately, swiftly wrestling the axe from your grasp. "We need to take this outside."
You glanced back at Astrid, who held an all-too-proud look. She nodded with crossed arms.
"Gladly." He went to put his hand on your back, like he typically would when guiding you somewhere. You stopped him, slapping his hand away before walking ahead of him.
As the two of you briskly walked out, you pulled off your engagement ring. "Does this mean nothing to you?" You whisper-yelled at him, shoving the item you held dear, in his face.
He grabbed onto your hand that held out the ring. “What’s gotten into you! If it meant nothing I wouldn't have given it to you.”
You were no longer concerned with where you were going, focusing on your reasoning. “If you’d prefer to stay ‘available’, then you should call off the wedding. It would save me the heartbreak.”
“You are so dramatic!” He threw his hands up, frustrated. “Its just being nice! They mean nothing to me!”
Stopping in your tracks you slowly turn to look at him. "I see how it is." You fake a smile, an idea striking you. His face grows regretful and disturbed.
"Have a great night Snotlout." You leave him confused and alone in the darkness.
The next morning Snotlout was praying that you would have slept off whatever was making you cranky. He had no idea what he was going to walk into...
He, like every morning, confidently strutted into the mead hall. Though, what stopped him straight in his tracks was you.
Typically, you'd wait for him. Always taking your seat by his side, everyone knew of the engagement. Everyone knew for you acted and proclaimed it out proudly. Though, today was different.
You laughed at someone. No, with someone. Now, that usually wouldn't be a problem. But you weren't just laughing.
You were sat next to some dragon trainee. Snotlout had seen him around the training grounds, he had helped care for the dragons while their riders were gone.
The man played no real physical threat to Snotlout. He knew that, but seeing you gently rest your hand on his shoulder. One hand covering your growing laughter. Leaning over him when reaching for the pitcher of water. It was all too much.
Sure, he was smaller than Snotlout. Weaker. Naive. Inexperienced...... More handsome? Funnier? Smarter?
He stormed over, slamming his fist down onto the table. The small man jumped at the sound, intimidated. But you paid no mind.
"Good morning Snotlout, when did you get here?" You mindlessly fiddled with your engagement ring. His eyes were locked on it.
"Not important. We need to talk." His tone suggested he was not asking.
You smiled at him, "Can you give me a moment, it would be rude to leave my friend so quick." Truthfully, the conversation was dull, he was nothing like your beloved fiancé. You were just desperate to prove your point.
"Now." He said, fist hitting the table once more. The poor dragon aid was paralyzed with fear.
Your head snapped in his direction, eyes piercing. "Excuse me?"
He stared back for a moment, but then backed down with a sigh. "Please?"
You smirked at that. "Of course."
He doesn't try to guide you with his hand this time, it saddened you more then you thought it would.
With a newfound cocky attitude, you ask "So, where are you taking us?"
"Just stop, okay." He halts on the pathway.
"I've no clue what you're talking about." You reply.
He steps forward, gently grabbing your hands in his. He looks you in the eyes, his filled with sorrow. "You've proved your point. You can quit the act, okay?" His tone is pleading.
You nod, his plea touching your heart faster than it should have. "...Can we take a walk to the shore?"
"Anything you want." He was dead serious, he might have given anything up- just to have the normal you.
The walk was silent, shoulders bumping together, fingers brushing. It was nervous, like a first date.
Once you reached the water, you sat down onto the sand. Fidgeting with it at your side. Snotlout joined you.
"It didn't take long..." You started light heartedly.
"Is that how you feel?" His gaze looked out onto the water.
"Hm?"
"When I saw you with him... I mean, I know you'd never betray me like that but I..." He licked his lips. "It feels awful." His face scrunched up, a hand hitting his chest.
You took a deep inhale of courage. "Every time... Every time I see you even look at another woman, my heart jumps. I- Snotlout, I don't think you'd actually... Y'know... but it still hurts." You shifted, turning to look at him.
"I just don't understand, why you would need to flirt. I mean, am I not enough?" You were finally able to breathe out your deepest fear.
Snotlout lowered his head into his hands, disappointed and upset. But not at you, never at you.
"I'm so sorry. This is my fault, I've been so amazingly stupid." You let out a chuckle at his words, remembering what Astrid had said.
"I swear it, I swear I won't even talk to another woman if it's your will." He pulled you closer to him, conveying how serious he was.
"Snotlout-"
"No, please just listen." He lifts up your right hand, pressing your palms together. "I should have never let you feel a shred of doubt for my love. I know I am the last person to deserve you, and if it will truly make you happier- I would break the engagement off. But there is no part of me that doesn't want to marry you, and have you for the rest of my life. Just as you already have me."
"Are you done?" You lightly laughed out. His eyes looked glossy, a slow nod erupting.
You said nothing, just pressing forward to feel his lips on yours. It was a familiar action, but just as intimate as the first time they touched.
(REQUEST) summery: reader is a quiet, calm person. She’s intelligent and good at flying with her dragon, but tends to keep to herself and nerd out with Fishlegs and Hiccup. Snotlout is the total opposite. He’s loud, doesn’t think when he speaks, and just flirts with any girl he sees. With that in mind, how in Thor are they even together?
Timeline: RTTE.
Warnings: none!
Word count: 750
A/N: I’m trying out a new layout and giving characters their own color for said layout because I felt like doing something different! Also this is essentially two drabbles smashed together.
You are a quiet person.
You weren’t one to be loud, nor cause arguments. You just observed and kept to yourself. The gang sometimes made remarks about your quietness, but they were never out of ill intentions. Beside, you didn’t care, really.
Snotlout was the exact opposite.
He was loud, energetic, bold, and, well, to put it simply: he doesn’t think before he speaks. He always made flirty remarks to you, and it was obvious he liked you. After a few months, you started to like him too.
Eventually he did ask you out during a patrol night when it was just you two. You said yes and now you’ve been with him for 3 months.
You were in the Clubhouse at Dragon’s Edge with the others. It was after dinner and you were reading by the center fireplace, occasionally looking up to observe the twins stupidity. Tuffnut was holding Chicken and telling her a story, and Ruffnut was annoying Fishlegs. Hiccup was making small changes to his hand-made dragon eye, and Astrid was practicing her axe throwing.
You were flipping the page in your book when you felt an arm wrap lazily around your shoulders, and the creak of a wooden chair beside you being sat on.
“What are you reading babe?” Snotlout asked, peering over your shoulder. He didn’t mind listening to your nerdy rambles, sure he didn’t understand half the things you said, but he’d still try to listen (or halfway listen).
“A book Fishlegs lent me, it’s about stormcutters.” You replied, not looking up from your book. Snotlout hummed in acknowledgment.
“Isn’t your dragon a stormcutter?” He once more asked, an eyebrow raised.
“Mhm.” You hum, flipping the page of parchment.
“But I thought you already knew a lot about them,” He said with a cocky grin, “does this mean you’re not knowledgeable of your own dragon?” He said in mock offensiveness. You simply rolled your eyes.
“I do know a lot about my stormcutter, but there could be more to know.” You grumbled, for once looking up from the aged parchment and glaring at him.
Snotlout took that as a sign to stop his teasing, and instead leaned in and kissed your cheek. Your cheeks flushed and you raised the book higher to hide the pink hue.
“You’re so smart.” He said, grinning, before moving away and playing with a strand of your hair. You sighed and curled up beside him, moving your gaze back down to the book and resuming your quiet reading.
The twins noticed this development and focused their attention on you and Snotlout.
“Has Snotlout always been this sappy?” Ruffnut whispered to Tuffnut, jaw dropping more and more every passing second.
“I don’t know.” Tuff replied in a whisper, looking as confused as Ruff.
Their whispering wasn’t exactly quiet because the rest of the gang looked at the two of you as well, a mixture of awe and disbelief painting each expression.
You and Snotlout didn’t notice, not when you two were in your own world. He was still playing with a strand of your hair, now with his head resting on yours and watching you read.
“So why are those two dating?” Astrid asked Hiccup and Fishlegs, watching as Snotlout dragged you into causing mischief with him and the twins. His reasoning being that you should get out of your hut more in your free time, and that you were too much of a goody-two-shoes and deserve to have some fun.
Hiccup gestured to you, “She manages to get him to read more and be involved in quiet conversation and activities,” he stated before Fishlegs continued, “And Snotlout gets her out of her shell and help her overcome her shyness.” He said with a nod.
“So.. they balance each other out?” Astrid questioned, putting a hand on her hip while her gaze was still on you, with you now holding Tuff’s chicken while he and Ruff hit each other’s heads, their helmets making a clink!
“Precisely!” Fishlegs said, snapping his fingers.
“I have noticed Snotlout being a bit more considerate, and he doesn’t even flirt with anyone now.” Hiccup mused before face palming at the sight of the twins both falling onto the floor in a daze.
“She’s definitely gotten out of her comfort zone a bit. She’s still quiet and reserved, but there’s a small change,” Astrid agreed with a nod. “They’re happy though, you can tell.” She added.
Summary: There are always subtle hints that someone is smitten, but everyone is different!
Warnings: Fluff, quirky habits, no specific gender for reader, have not yet seen all the source material, so potentially OOC
Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III -
Avoids you like the plague to start with, for fear of embarrassing himself. Gets all stutter-y when you talk to him, and he gets embarrassed. Eventually, as he gets older, he grows out of it, but he still has to remind himself to breathe and speak clearly.
Puts a bit more detail into your gear when he makes you something. Most of the time, it's not noticeable, maybe as small as adding a tiny design element here and there. He just can't help but be a perfectionist when it comes to you.
Get more frustrated with you when you don't listen to him as a leader, but gives you more slack than everyone else. Will get annoyed increably quickly if you do something reckless, but will let it go with a stern roll of the eyes; however, if Snotlout does the same thing, he's getting an earful.
"You're so stubborn, you never listen- look, just be more careful next time, okay? Please?"
Astrid Hofferson -
Grooms you. She always braids your hair, fixes your jewelry, and smoothes your clothes. Her favorite thing is your hair, though. She'll sit beside you and absently weave braids and leather straps or other embellishments into it. Also likes to embellish your gear, such as wrapping your weapon handle in colorful leather.
Cooks for you, despite not being great at it. She's convinced you loved her Yaknog, and she consistently 'invents' new treats for you to try. She's always so excited, you can't help but respond with glee over your dread.
Always tries to give you advice. She loves when you ask her what she'd do in any given situation as it gives her an oppertunity to impress you with her intelligence and wisdom. She's also always down to spar with you to prove how strong she really is despite her smaller build.
"What's on your mind, hmm? C'mon, let's talk about it! No? Well... I know, let's get some energy out! You'll feel better!"
Fishlegs Ingerman -
Knows everything about your dragon, and if he doesn't, he'll be poring over all the texts he can find to learn more. He wants more than anything to be helpful to you and maybe teach you something you don't know.
Never stops talking to and about you. You're his favorite subject and he's an expert. His friends are so tired of hearing your name because all he does is ramble about you.
Will give you small things like pressed flowers, saying they remind him of you. Also once gifted you a flower crown but it felt apart due to his large hands being less than deft.
"Ah, jeez, (Y/N) smiled at me today, did you see? They have a snaggle tooth on the bottom row, have you guys ever noticed that?"
Ruffnut Thorston -
Bullies you relentlessly. She thinks she's flirting, but she's actually just being a bit mean. She's used to razzing her brother or her friends, even rejecting the occasional suitor, so she's not entirely sure how to show she likes you.
Will laugh at your every mistake until she snorts and point it out to others. Eventually, she realizes she's actually hurting your feelings and makes an effort to be sweet to you, though that mask slips quickly if anyone else mentions it.
Shows her affection by giving subtle flirts like winks, 'sultry' poses (she actually looks quite uncomfortable), and cheesy, condescending lines.
"Take a picture, will ya? I know I'm hot, but Gods, you don't have to stare!"
Tuffnut Thorston -
Collects/steals things he thinks you'd like. A shiny rock, a chicken feather, even small bones or dragon scales. He likes when you accessorize with the small trinkets he finds for you.
Goes out of his way to make you laugh- to the point of embarrassing himself. If he notices that you're down, he'll do anything to cheer you up, even if that means 'accidentally' getting hurt in the process.
Remembers that once he fell out of a tree, and you laughed so hard you cried hysterically. If little trinkets or dumb jokes down work, he'll try to recreate moments like that.
"Hey, (Y/N), why was the longboat so cheap? It was on sail, get it? No? Well, I watch this-!"
Snotlout Jorgenson -
Lays it on so thick. Cheesy lines, bragging about himself to impress you, the whole nine yards. Thinks he's the manliest, most macho master of flirtation (actually worse than Ruffnut by a long shot). Also thinks bullying Hookfang will impress you, for some reason.
Actually, very sweet when he's alone. He does the little 'they love me, they love me not' thing with flower petals and draws your initials in hearts in the snow or sand, also in the bark of trees. Hums little tunes about you under his breath when he's walking alone and whittles/carves little gifts for you.
Eventually, realizes you enjoy the softer side of him after you catch him in one of these moments and tries to let you see it more often. It's difficult, given the insecurities he has about masculinity due to his father, but it helps to know the person he craves from approval from most otherwise likes the parts of him he doesn't.
"H-Hey! Didn't see ya there! What was I doing? I-It's not important! No, don't look!"
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.
Snotlout Jorgenson (live action version) x fem!reader
Warnings: Smut (18+)
AN: For the sake of this post and all future HTTYD posts, Snotlout is at LEAST 18 years old (in my mind, he is early 20’s) . Wrote this because there is not nearly enough content out there for live action Snotlout (or even Snotlout x reader in general). Also darn you Gabriel Howell for re-igniting my HTTYD & Snotlout obsession
A = Aftercare: The KING of aftercare. He’ll run you a hot shower, then hop in with you and help you wash off. All while massaging your shoulders like his life depends on it. Then he’ll tuck you into bed and crawl in with you for the night.
B = Body Part (their favourite on you & on themselves): On himself, it’s his arms (shoulders included). He loves to flex in the mirror and flex to you anytime he gets. You definitely don’t mind though, because he is actually pretty built. On you, it’s your thighs. He loves to rest his head in your lap when you’re alone together, and he’ll just trace meaningless lines up and down your thighs with his fingers. He especially loves when you play with his hair as he’s laying in your lap. He’d never let anybody else see him this vulnerable, but you’re the exception.
C = Cum: INSIDE. I think this man might have a breeding kink…he absolutely loves hitting it raw.
D = Dirty Secret: He likes to be on the bottom every once in a while. He really enjoys when you’re on top, he’ll be looking up at you during sex with those big puppy dog eyes and just letting himself enjoy the moment. He also would not mind if you tied his hands up to experiment, he’s just not confident enough to ask for it yet. None of this is really a secret between the two of you, but it is most certainly a secret to everyone else.
E = Experience: He’s slightly experienced. He used to get around in his mid-to-late-teen years but he didn’t enjoy it much. He sort of saw it as a right-of-passage thing, but when he started dating you things really started to heat up. He’s learned quite a few tricks since you started having sex and he’s a very skilled man now.
F = Favourite Position: If he’s on top, d0ggy. He loves being able to grab your hips and waist while you’re getting it on, and plus he can get a better grip of your hair from behind (🤭). If he’s on the bottom, literally anything. He does not complain. He’s just happy to be there.
G = Goofy: Absolutely goofy at the right times. Definitely not all the time, but he lets a joke go every now and then. He enjoys it when you banter back to him too, it keeps him from worrying that he’s being TOO goofy.
H = Hair:
1) Upstairs He’s a hair puller. He doesn’t like his hair to be pulled, but you both enjoy it when he pulls yours. He would never do it if you weren’t comfortable though, but he knows you love it. However, he does love when you play with his hair after y’all are done having sex. The feeling of your fingers running through his hair and massaging his scalp just does something to him.
2) Downstairs He keeps himself well groomed. Not necessarily clean-shaven but he likes it neat and tidy. He doesn’t care whatsoever about what you do with yours, he’s just happy to feel the touch of a woman.
I = Intimacy: He loves when it’s just the two of you in his room, curled up under the blankets, talking late at night. He cherishes those moments with his whole heart. It was hard for him to open up at the beginning, but you’ve slowly chipped away at his walls and now talking to you might just be his favourite thing. He also loves when you two have slow and intimate sex. When you spend time just feeling each-other and not rushing to the finish line.
J = Jerking Off: He used to (a LOT) before you started dating. But now he doesn’t see the point when he’s got such a beautiful girl. He’ll only ever do it if you’re away for a long period of time on some sort of mission. But it’s never the same and he always wishes it was you instead of his hand.
K = Kinks: PRAISE KINK. The moment you call him a “good boy” or tell him how good he makes you feel, he’s in heaven. He thrives on words of affirmation and affection.
L = Location: Anytime, anywhere, except in public. He will always be ready for whenever you want him. He won’t do anything in a public place (because that requires letting his guard down in front of people who aren’t YOU), but any private location he can find, you best believe y’all have fucked there before. His secret location fantasy would be in a secluded hot spring.
M = Motivation: When he sees you after a long day of dragon training, he is immediately in the mood. I mean when is he not in the mood? This man is down bad for his girl.
N = No’s: He will never hit you, even if you ask, it’s a hard line in the sand for him. He also would never be comfortable with having sex in a public space.
O = Oral:
Receiving He’s into it if you’re into it. He would never want to pressure you into doing something you weren’t comfortable with, but now that he knows YOU enjoy it, he’s all for it. Gets him turned on just thinking about it.
Giving This man is a MUNCH. I cannot see him any other way. He is down bad for his woman and will give and give to your hearts content.
P = Pace: Slow and sensual, or fast and furious. There is no in between for him. It really depends on both of your moods. Some days the only thing he wants is some slow intimacy, and there’s other times where he fucks like a mad man. He will be sure to cater to your wants and desires first and foremost though.
Q = Quickies: Depends. If he’s stressed out and needs to let the feelings out, he is absolutely into it. But most of the time he likes to take his time with you and not rush through. And honestly it’s hard to find a place in Berk that’s appropriately hidden for a quickie.
R = Risks: He is totally into experimenting with you, as long as it’s not one of his “no’s”. But role-play or restraints? Absolutely something he wants to try out.
S = Stamina: He can go multiple rounds most days, but there are some times where he’s just so exhausted from the days work that he’ll go one round, clean you both up, and fall right asleep. It’s not his fault you’re so nice to lay next to, he can’t help that he falls asleep so quickly.
T = Toys: N/A (we’re in viking times people, i’m not introducing medieval torture devices)
U = Unfair: Snotlout is a total tease. He’ll grab your ass in public when he thinks nobody’s looking, and he knows you love it. During sex he’ll ask you dirty questions when he knows you can’t focus enough to answer, just to show himself how good he’s making you feel. However you are also quite the tease. You’ll get him all turned on at an inconvenient time, and you’ll watch him try to focus on the task he was previously doing (and failing miserably now, because all he can think about is you).
V = Vocal: WHINY. I just know this man is vocal and whiny in bed. Deep breathing, grunting, begging, the works. Now that he’s comfortable with you, he makes plenty of noise. He loves when you make noise in bed too, it really turns him on and gives him motivation.
W = Wild Card: He gets wildly jealous when you’re sitting close with any of the other guys. Not like a toxic level of jealousy, just enough that it makes him squirm. Even though he knows neither you nor any of the boys would betray him like that. He’ll always find a way to squeeze in to the conversation and make it about how he’s big and tough (you think it’s hilarious).
X = X-Ray: Above average size in both length and width. Cut. Keeps it well groomed. Safe to say he’s around 8 inches.
Y = Yearning: A secret yearner. He’ll write poems to you and keep them in his journal, never to see the light of day. He wrote so many that he had to get another journal after only a month. He’ll also draw candid sketches of you when you go on dates, and he’ll hesitantly show them to you once he’s finished. You are always sure to praise his drawings every chance you get because they’re actually spectacular. Deep down, he’s always been a romantic. He’d be sure to show you off every chance he got.
Z = Zzz: If you’re playing with his hair, he’s out cold in 5 minutes flat. He used to have a lot of trouble sleeping but not since you two got together. Now he sleeps like a baby (as long as you’re sharing a bed).
Hope you enjoyed! I’m still VERY new to writing smut so i hope this wasn’t too bad or too much. Feel free to leave feedback in the comments, and reblogs are much appreciated 💗
PS. Snotlout is just a big ol’ softie in my mind. A softie with a hard outer shell. But he’s adorable. A lot of fluff in this post but hopefully there was also enough smut to please y’all 😚 i’ll make GN!reader and M!reader versions eventually too
gonna post some stuff that i've had in my drafts for a while! im gonna make some hcs for readers w male genitalia but this is what i have for right now
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Snotlout
Oh he's in it for the love of the game
You couldn't tear him away from you even if you tried
Messy and inexperienced at first but boy is he confident!
He's trainable so that's the good news
Reallyyyy likes eating it while you're sitting down on a chair or something with him in between his legs, using his shoulders as leg rests
He can really get to work that way
Looks up for approval every now and then but mainly keeps his eyes focused between your legs
He wants to make sure he's doing everything perfectly for you so he is locked in
Will eat it night and day, breakfast, lunch, dinner, anytime, anywhere
Y'know that video of the guy that's like “wake up, eat it. go to work. come home from lunch. eat it. go back to work. leave work again just to eat it.”
That's Snotlout
Will beg for it
“Babe, I'm just saying - why wouldn't you want your super hot and talented boyfriend to eat you out right now?”
“Do we really have to show up to training on time? I can make it fast, I promise! They won't even realize we're late.”
Fishlegs
Fantasized about it for sure but never realized how sensual and intimate it was until he tried it
Soooo shy about it
You will have to talk him through it and give him directions
He wants it to be good for you but he's never done this before so the pressure is on
After getting used to it, he turns out to be pretty gentle and very attentive
Pays attention to your face and your body
Observes how your eyebrows furrow, your leg twitches, your stomach contracts - all of that
Uses that information to guide his next moves and drive you closer and closer to the edge
Not a certified eater like Snotlout but most certainly a certified pussy enjoyer
Loves making you feel adored and worshipped yk
Wants you to cum every single time and if you don't he will be very disappointed in himself
“No, it's not okay! I'm supposed to make you feel good. Just, show me what to do!"
Poor boy takes it personally even if you're just having a mental block day
He'll eventually understand not to take it too hard on himself
Wakes up craving it but he gets too shy asking for it
It's so obvious though
You'll just have to straight up ask him to go down on you
He will go so red but he definitely won't deny your request
"O-Oh, you mean right now? Well, I mean, sure, of course!"
Plays it cool but you can tell he wants it bad
Astrid
Knows what you like even before she tries it
Somehow naturally gifted at it
Service top vibes for sure
The first time she tries it she keeps asking you “is this okay?”
Will absolutely talk about how good you taste and will talk you through it in general
“Tell me how it feels, babe. How does my tongue feel on you?”
“So sweet and all for me. All mine, isn’t that right?”
Absolutely throws in a “Didn’t know you could get more beautiful” after you cum
Unless you ask her to she likes to keep things like this in a private setting
But very rarely she gets the urge to just push you up against a tree and get on her knees to taste you
It's rare though
Besides she can just make you wait until you both get back to her hut and spend all that time teasing you
Loves the build-up to it for sure
Like i mentioned earlier she’s nervous the first few times because she doesn’t want to give bad head
But after experimenting and seeing how you react to different things she has a game plan every time she goes down on you
Is a yearner in her own way and shows that though her lips and tongue
The type of head that leaves you breathless, sweaty, legs shaking, face flushed, and gripping onto her
I don’t think she has a preferred position
Whatever is most convenient or comfortable for you works for her
Tuffnut
Another trainable guy
Jokes about you letting him eat it but never expects you to actually let him
The moment you let him he's like “Wait, really? Like, really really? You'd let me?”
I don't know if i see him being super enthusiastic about it at first
He's mainly just trying to hype himself up because his jokes were all bite and no bark
He has no idea what he's doing
Will absolutely ask you questions during it
“Am I doing it right?” “So…I can put my tongue inside, too?”
Such a curious man
He would totally ask some of the other dragon riders for tips on giving head
He'll slowly start getting the hang of it after a little bit
As soon as you grab his hair to help guide him through it is the moment he starts seeing the appeal of it
He's in it for the taste and the being controlled by his girlfriend part
Will drop hints that he wants to eat it at the most inconvenient times
“So like, I was thinking after we finish this raid we could hang out at your hut, maybe show me some new moves or something?”
All the while you're in the middle of fighting off two hunters
The type of guy to literally eat it whenever and wherever
Will literally eat it behind a bush in the forest
Not even for the thrill of getting caught
He's just impatient like that
Ruffnut
Similar to tuffnut but definitely has more of an idea of what to do
I think she’d actually be kinda shy about it
To the point where you’d have to have one hand on her head guiding her while you tell her what to do and what feels nice
I think the first few times she might get frustrated since she’s not getting it
But she’s not a quitter
All she needed was a moment to regroup (and ask Astrid or one of the other dragon riders for some tips)
And boy does she come back swinging
She takes it slow and steady but confident
Still doesn’t quite know where to put her hands so she wraps them around your thighs
I think she’d have some wandering hands
She would melt if you pull her hair to guide her
After gaining some confidence, I think she would love having you sit on her face
I don’t think she’s super talkative but would occasionally throw in some comments when you pull her hair
“S-Shit, you love playing dirty, don’t you?”
If anything, I think she’d be the one responding to your dirty talk
“Fuck, Ruff. You always get me so wet and messy.” “Believe me, babe. I can taste it.”
All the while her mouth and chin are covered with your wetness
Hiccup
Again, another trainable man
Comparable to how Fishlegs is but with a tad more confidence
Will actually ask to try it instead of you bringing it up (points for initiative)
Wants it to be absolutely perfect but spoiler alert it isn't
No natural talent so he's kinda just fumbling around trying to figure out what to do
He'll be a bit stubborn at first and won't accept guidance but after some insistence he'll let you guide him
Alittle upset that he can't figure your body out himself
But puts his pride aside so he can make you feel good
He aims to make you cum every single time and is pretty good at doing so
Mentally keeps track of how many times he's made you cum and what you respond to most
Prefers eating it in his or your bed, classic style yk
On your back with him between your legs, maybe one hand holding your leg up
Not very sexually adventurous so he'll keep it limited to somewhere private and romantic
Maybe by a lake under the moonlight if he's feeling extra romantic and adventurous
I think he's a little talkative but not excessively so
He doesn't like to talk with his mouth full, yk?
But he also does want to tell you how amazing you taste, how beautiful you look - the whole works
"You're so gorgeous like this. Oh baby, I would keep you like this for hours if I could."
"You just taste too good. Can't get enough of you, never can."
I think he'd overstimulate you a little bit but nothing crazy
He'd like to see you squirm and jump at the feeling but wouldn't go much further (unless you asked)
Dagur
He and Snotlout are tied for the top eater in httyd
Both embody the “wake up. eat it.” dude
The difference between them is that Dagur has natural skill
He is naturally talented with that tongue of his and those fingers
Seesaws between nice soft dom and a teasing little jackass who somehow still has you melting in his arms
Will absolutely tell you to “cum for daddy” even if you don't have a daddy kink
Force of habit yk?
Likes being on his knees while he's eating it
You could be leaning against a tree with him in between your legs or on the edge of a bed with him between your legs
Encourages you to grab onto his hair
Intense eye contact that only mildly reminds you that he's slightly mentally unstable
Talks you through it every single time
If you guys are just chilling and he gets the urge, he'll definitely beg to eat it
But most of the time he just gives you a certain look
And you know what that look means
“Well, we have the next hour to spare. Whaddya say we go somewhere, just the two of us, so I can show you something special I learned with my tongue, hm?”
