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[ivory-the-angelwolf]

Hi! I saw you reblogged one of my posts and in the tags you wrote you'd like to thoughtdump to me? (Sorry if I wrote the word wrong). Please do! I'd like to do the same lol

OH MY GOD THANK YOU

(this is turning out longer than i thought so it’s under a cut. plz bear with me your call is very important to us)

Okay—OKAY, okay, okay—

So, we know that Eret was born and raised as a Dragon Trapper, and has been working for Drago Bludvist for who knows how long.

SO! In my AU, Drago was actually not the founder of the Northern Alliance; if it was, then that would imply it had only been around for a couple of decades, and an organization that size and that widespread would take a VERY long time to get its shit together.

So anyway, in my AU, Drago came across the Alliance when he was about 19, and with all he had been through after losing his village 6 years ago (he was 13 when it happened), he was ready to finally make a difference in the world. So he found the Alliance fortress way up north concealed by some glaciers, and he approached the leader, a man named Malrik Raudraeson (who was a total dick btw, even more than Drago was; he made slaves of human races that weren’t white and used some of the younger ones to, ah, take out his frustrations on). He had seen the way Malrik treated his own men and every human in his fleet, and how he just let the dragons sit in cages and rot with nothing to do but starve and complain, so Drago offered that he take the weight off of Malrik’s shoulders and assume the throne.

Malrik laughed at him, amused by the thought of a “copper-skinned cripple” taking his throne (oh yeah he was super racist too), but then a man spoke up: Eret’s father, Erick (Eret wasn’t born yet), who was 7 years Drago’s senior but could see that he had more heart for his fellow men than Malrik did, and backed him up. A few more men came forward with their own support, until three quarters of the Alliance was standing by Drago’s side. Malrik could see he was outnumbered and challenged Drago to a duel. If Malrik won, he’d kill Drago and all that supported him. If Drago won, he would become the new leader of the Alliance and Malrik would let Drago punish him as he saw fit.

They dueled for hours, the fight moving to the icy cliffs where Terrus (Drago’s Bewilderbeast) lay waiting for one of them to fall. Malrik may have been older and stronger, but Drago was quicker and easily dodged Malrik’s attacks. Finally, he stabbed Malrik in the gut and threw him off the edge, where Terrus swallowed him whole. And just like that, Drago was named the new ruler of the Northern Alliance.

Erick thanked him endlessly for ending Malrik’s reign, saying that because of Malrik he had not seen his wife or his village of birth in years. Drago took in the boy that Malrik had taken to abusing and using the most, Krogan, and nursed him back to health, teaching him to trust again and be strong.

When Drago was 25, Erick approached Drago with a woman—his wife Siku—and a little boy wrapped in her arms. The boy couldn’t have been a year old, but when Erick introduced his son Eret to his friend, the boy reached for Drago. Drago had little experience with small children, but Siku said that he handled Eret surprisingly gently for a man of his status and stature. As Eret grew up, Erick made Drago promise that he would protect his son if anything ever happened to him, as he knew that dragon trapping was a dangerous business and one day he might not return to his son. Drago promised, seeing it as a fair favor in return for Erick’s support during his crowning.

As the years passed, Eret grew into a bold, clever kid who always tried his best to impress Da and his friend Drago. He saw Drago as an uncle figure, almost like a second father, and Drago tried hard but he couldn’t hide that he saw the boy as his own blood.

When Eret was 16, old enough to get his chin tattoos, he boarded the boat with his father and promised Drago that he’d bring back the biggest, meanest dragon they could find and watch Drago beat it up. Drago couldn’t be more proud and said that he would be waiting. A couple of weeks later, the ship returned with a batch of dragons…but Erick wasn’t among the crew.

Drago found young Eret, who was holding his father’s silver owl pendant, and asked what had happened. Eret couldn’t answer and ran off holding back tears. One of the older crewmen said that they were about to head back with their catch when one of the dragons broke out and started attacking the men. Erick and a few others held them off while the rest escaped, but all they could find of him was his pendant. Drago understood and he went to find Eret.

Eret was sitting on the docks, crying quietly into his knees, clutching the pendant, the only thing he had left of his father. His mother died of an illness when he was 10, and those wretched dragons had taken his father from him, and now both his parents were gone. He was an orphan.

Drago approached the boy and said that he understood how he felt. He doesn’t remember much of his childhood (keep that in your back pocket), but his own village was destroyed and slaughtered by dragons. That’s why he took over the Northern Alliance—so that no more children would have to see their entire lives burn down in front of them, and nobody would have to fear dragons ever again. Eret shared this sentiment and said, “I…I’m going to fix it. All of it. I’m going to trap every last dragon in the world. Nobody will be hurt or die by their talons ever again.” Drago smiled and patted his back, saying he was proud of the young man Eret was becoming.

Night was falling and it was getting late, so Drago usured Eret to bed. “Goodnight, sir,” Eret said as he left the docks.

Drago waited a beat, then called out, “Eret?”

Eret turned back.

Drago smiled, a small, secret smile he only shared with those he trusted most. “You know my name. Use it.”

Eret processed this, then grinned and replied, “Goodnight, Drago.” Then he rushed back to his bunk and disappeared into the night.

Years passed, Eret grew up, and he and Drago grew closer. Of course, they made sure nobody realized that Drago was beginning to favor Eret more than his other trappers, but rumors were rampant.

Until the day Eret came back with no dragons at all.

Now Drago had a choice. He could let Eret off the hook with no punishment and everybody would know for sure that he was playing favorites with the son of his former best trapper—or he could punish Eret as he saw fit and silence those rumors for good.

So Drago did the only thing he could: He took Eret to a private room, had two men take of his shirt and tie his arms to the wall, told them to leave, and branded his chest. Drago had to close his eyes to keep the tears from coming as Eret screamed in pain. He held it against his chest just long enough for it to leave a scar, then pulled away, dunked the branding rod into a bucket of water, and held him. Eret was shaking violently, tears streaming down his face as he muttered broken apologies and promises to do better, but Drago just held a wet cloth to Eret’s chest and told him, “I only did this to protect you. Everything I do, I do for you.” Eret didn’t fully understand it at the time, but he knew that Drago only did what he thought was best, and he stayed in that room until the next morning.

After that, Eret kept his distance from Drago. He masked his hurt behind a dashing smile and sailor swagger. Drago made certain that any interaction between them from now on was strictly professional, and told Eret to only come see him if he had dragons to present or a report to give. But that didn’t mean he didn’t still view Eret as his own child.

And when the Dragon Riders came, everything changed. Drago turned from a stoic, cold leader into a trembling, broken man, traumatized by the memories he only just now remembered. Eret began to question everything his tribe and his father and the Alliance had ever taught him, about dragons and Riders. Eventually, they both began to heal. They began to talk more often. Krogan, who had been dragged back to Berk with them, started to open up with them more. Eret bonded with Skullcrusher; Krogan improved his treatment of dragons with his Singetail Sunstrike. Drago found an equally-crippled dragon in Lump, a kind Snafflefang that saw the light in all his darkness.

The three of them became closer, until it seemed as though Eret, Krogan, and Drago were father and sons once more.

And it wasn’t long before Eret no longer called Drago by name or “sir” or any other formal title that acknowledged his leadership.

In Eret’s eyes, Drago was now “Da”.

And that was enough for both of them.

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sorry this got really long and emotional, i just love the idea of drago treating eret like a son; this is all tied in to part 2 of my fic @the-last-night-fury-au (read on ao3 if you haven’t already!)

@lavenderqueen26 we’ve talked about all this already but here

[the-last-night-fury-au]

Sketched out Toothless’ fam faster than a Speed Stinger! Here we have his adoptive dragon family: his father Deserteye, his mother Sage, and his sisters Dawn and Sandwasp! I made them ages ago when I was just starting out as an artist and writer, and I was really inspired by “Beautiful Shades of a Night Fury” when writing his story (actually Toothless’ family and backstory is almost exactly like Nightshade’s story in that comic; rememer Nightshade? The blue female Night Fury that everybody shipped with Toothless before the Light Fury came around?)

As you’ve probably noticed, Deserteye is the odd one out in this family, because he’s not a Sand Wraith. He’s a Sandbuster, a dragon that lives in the same territory as Sand Wraiths and has learned to coexist by building them those large elaborate dens while the Sand Wraiths protect them and give them food bc they can’t hunt aboveground.

When Toothless was a baby, he was found by Deserteye in a rotting wooden chest and a cut in his leg. He was barely six months old, freezing, and scared to death, so Deserteye decided to take the little black cub up to the surface and find a Sand Wraith who would take care of him. Thankfully, he came across Sage as she was out on a hunt near his den and he let the two stay in while a dust storm raged outside. Sage let the baby drink her milk and fall asleep beside her until the storm passed, and Deserteye didn’t see her for another few days until she came back with her other two cubs (baby Dawn and Sandwasp), saying that her mate Taipan had left her after making her choose between the cub and him, and she asked if they could stay with him. He agreed, and over time, Deserteye and Sage fell in love over taking care of this little family. Deserteye started going aboveground at night or on cloudy days so he could adapt to sunlight, and eventually grew an immunity to it so he could spend more time with his family.

Sage is Toothless’ adoptive mother, and before she and Deserteye properly met, she was mated to Taipan, a male Sand Wraith, whom she had two daughters and a son with. The son didn’t make it, which tore Sage and Taipan apart because Taipan had loved him more than their other two cubs, and he was often out hunting or just out in general, not wanting to be around his mate or his remaining offspring. When Sage received the little black cub from Deserteye, Taipan was furious when he found out that his mate had been in the den of a Sandbuster and had taken in his mutated runt, so he gave her a choice: Him or the cub. She chose the cub, and she never saw Taipan again. After a few days, Sage realized that she couldn’t take care of three cubs by herself, so she went to the den of that kind Sandbuster who had given her the black cub, and he was more than happy to let them stay in his den for as long as they’d like. They named the black cub “Toothless” together (because his teeth were growing in late), and Sage let herself love again after being with Deserteye for a long time. They’re even thinking of having cubs of their own if possible.

Dawn is the more bubbly one of Toothless’ sisters, and she loves adventure and exploring. She doesn’t remember much about her birth father, but she doesn’t really care since she already has Deserteye as an amazing dad. When Toothless left, she wasn’t as outgoing as usual, but found solace in her girlfriend Mirage, a leucistic Sand Wraith who had always been there for her.

Sandwasp is to Dawn as Raven is to Starfire. She’s fierce and no-nonsense, and she isn’t afraid to fight if she has to. She doesn’t remember her birth father, but she knows why he left her mother, which is probably why she’s so angsty all the time. She finds a mate in Saguaro, an equally fiery male Sand Wraith who was good friends with her brother Toothless before he left.

Toothless and Beetle never got to meet, simply because by the time Toothless arrived on Burnt-Toe Beach, Beetle had been dead for two months. He was the third cub and only son in Sage and Taipan’s clutch, and his father’s favorite, mostly because he was a male and looked like him. Tragedy struck when one night, while everybody else was asleep, baby Beetle chased a cricket out of the den and was killed by a cockatrice, a vicious raptorial creature that competed with the dragons for turf and snatched up unattended cubs. Sage and Taipan were heartbroken over the loss of their child, and they buried him by the river, where a small flowering cactus grew. Taipan was never the same after his son died, cold and distant from his family. When the black cub came along, he accused Sage of replacing his son with a mutated runt, so he made her choose: Him or the cub. She chose the cub.

[ivory-the-angelwolf]

alright then, what are your main headcanons of the main cast in your AU?

Okay, this is much easier! I’ll do the Riders first, and then the dragons!

Hiccup:

He is the only surviving child his parents have ever had. Any babies that would’ve been his siblings were miscarriages or stillborns.

When he was little, he quickly learned how to understand and speak Dragonese, which earned him the respect and attention of many of Berk’s dragons, especially their queen the Red Death (as prefaced in a previous post, the Red Death is good and governs over the dragons of Berk.

However, his skill in the language caused him to be ostracised and picked on by many of the village kids, except for his friends.

When he was 10, he went off to the dragon’s side of the island alone to explore and just be by himself, and that’s when he saw an enormous sea dragon sleeping on the beach. He approached the dragon, and when it woke up he wasn’t afraid. He introduced himself, and he and the sea dragon (Merciless, the Green Death from the books) became friends fast. Hiccup soon started visiting Merciless regularly, sometimes bringing his lunch and a book with him so they could eat and talk together.

The first dragon to show interest in Hiccup as a Rider was a Changewing named Phantom. She was so forward in her pursuing of him that she tried to hypnotize him and make him agree to be her Rider. But a Rider’s Bond is not to be forced, and must be agreed upon by both sides. So when Hiccup broke her spell on him and refused, Phantom had no choice but to leave him be.

Hiccup met Sharpshot when he was learning how to train a dragon at Berk’s Dragon Academy, and he and his friends each picked out a Terrible Terror from a litter of six (Sharpshot, Sneaky, Pain, Iggy, Head and Butt). Sharpshot was quiet and painfully shy, but after some gentle coaxing from Hiccup, he eventually came out of his shell.

Hiccup first began to be sought out by riderless dragons when he turned 13, which is the youngest age Riders can be if they want a dragon. His line of suitors was so long, you could border the entirety of Berk with them. He couldn’t walk for ten minutes without being swarmed by a flock of fans, and Snotlout and the twins often tease him about his reluctance to choose a dragon.

After a while, Hiccup starts to think he’s better off without a dragon and begins hanging around Mildew, who has never bonded with a dragon and doesn’t want one, simply content to be with his sheep and farm.

Astrid:

Astrid first met Hiccup when they were 12 and he was cornered by some common bullies of his, and she came flying in, swinging her axe and yelling. They ran away as fast as they could while Astrid herded them off, and then turned to help Hiccup out of the dust. That was also the moment when Hiccup realized he liked strong, defiant girls.

Astrid’s family is very oriented to their women being strong and self-sufficient, as opposed to being simple housewives. Her mother impresses this fearless ideal onto her, but also reminds her that it’s not weak to be kind and help others either.

Camicazi (from the books) is Astrid’s adoptive older sister. It’s a very heart-wrenching story.

Unlike the other village girls, Astrid sees Hiccup’s uniqueness as something to admire rather than detest, and she is open to listening to his point of view.

She’s Hiccup’s “second-in-command” when it comes to their friend group/team, especially after Hiccup finally gets a dragon in Toothless.

Snotlout

Contrary to canon, Snotlout actually respects women and knows when to be humble.

Also contrary to canon, his father Spitelout actually cares about his son’s emotions and well-being. The incident when Snotlout met Hookfang happened when a series of events caused him to find himself being kicked to the ground by a group of older boys. Hookfang saw what was happening and rushed to defend him, chasing off the boys with his firejacket. He walked Snotlout home and when his parents saw their son’s bruised and battered state, Spitelout told his wife to take Adelaide (Snotlout’s sister from the books) to her room. Snotlout expected to be berated for looking so horrible in front of his father, but instead he got, “Who did this to you?” Snotlout explained the situation to Spitelout, ashamed of letting himself be beaten up and crying about it, but Spitelout didn’t care. His only focus was that someone had hurt his son, and he was ready to get even with them.

Snotlout and Hookfang love to do all kinds of tricks in the air, mostly with Hookfang’s firejacket on, and they do it mostly to show off how awesome of a team they are to their friends.

Snotlout is actually good friends with Fishlegs. They have very entertaining back-and-forths.

Due to them being half-cousins (their fathers are brothers from the same mother), Snotlout and Hiccup are very close, and Snotlout will pummel any meanie who dares even breathe in Hiccup’s direction.

Thanks to his cousin, Snotlout also understands some Dragonese but not enough to hold a seamless conversation.

Fishlegs

Fishlegs also knows Dragonese (Hiccup taught him most of what he knows), and he loves to practice with his Gronkle friends.

He and Meatlug were the first Dragon-Rider in their friend group to be bonded. It happened as soon as they were both 13.

Fishlegs and Meatlug frequent Dark Deep, Meatlug’s birthplace, to hang out with the Gronkles and Catastrophic Quakens (Tormentor is their best friend; RTTE fans, if you know you know).

He also likes to visit Dramillion Island, where he discovered his family’s connection with the dragons.

He and Heather are best friends, and he respects her decision to not become more than that (Heather is a lesbian. Change my mind).

Ruffnut and Tuffnut

Contrary to canon, the twins actually know when to take things seriously and not pick on their friends.

They frequently tease Hiccup for rejecting all his suitors, often exaggerating it purely for their inner thespian.

Tuffnut hates it when his sister tries to go after the next hottest boy she sees and he holds her back from jumping on them. Every. Time.

Ruffnut gets along great with Astrid. They have a whole “girls stick together” thing, especially when Heather’s around.

Tuffnut, Snotlout, Hiccup, and Fishlegs are the best bros.

That’s all the thoughts I could get out in this moment. Hope that suffices!

[ivory-the-angelwolf]

Finished the Riders! I went with their original designs because as much as I love the live action, it would feel like a crime if I didn’t stay true to the human characters’ designs. The only things I really changed slightly were the designs of the Deadly Nadder and Monstrous Nightmare, to make them a bit more easy on the eyes.

In my AU, these six have been friends since they were little. They go on all sorts of misadventures and shenanigans together (mostly caused by the twins), but they’ve stayed together as a team.

Astrid is the bold tomboy of the group, kind and pretty yet fierce when the situation calls for it. Fishlegs is the nerdy one, always with dragon info and his Dragon Cards on stand-by; he also tends to blurt out dragon facts when faced with danger by a dragon. Snotlout is cocky and confident as ever, but underneath all that pride is a heart of gold. And the twins are the twins—they’re either infuriating idiots or baffling genuises. There’s never and in-between.

And last but not least, there’s Hiccup. He’s the appointed leader of the group, mostly because he’s the son of the chief and kind of brought them all together in the first place. He’s very different from his friends, besides his high status; the thing that makes him stand out most is that he has yet to bond with a dragon. Not that he hasn’t tried, none of the individuals he’s met have been compatible with him. Most of the young, unbonded dragons on Berk only want Hiccup because he’s the chief’s son and can talk to dragons, or to win some sort of favor or benefit. But besides the status, being bonded to the chief’s son is no different from being bonded to any other Viking. Hiccup rejects each and every one of his suitors because of the above reasons, and thinks he may go his whole life dragonless.

But, as we know, everything changed when a certain Night Fury found his way to Berk.

[the-last-night-fury-au]

Made this while writing Chapter 5 of TLNF. It fits perfectly with Toothless’ integration into Berk and making new friends. (If you can’t tell, Stormfly is the one singing.)

(Edit: I realize the lyrics may be a bit hard to read, so here they are:)

“You’ll make pals come hither With every flap and slither Everyone will like you, ‘Cause no one here is like you!”

[ivory-the-angelwolf]

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

Started a fic about my version of Drago Bludvist’s backstory.

I’m gonna go go bed now.

@lavenderqueen26

@yammi-jammi (if you’re on here)

[ivory-the-angelwolf]

Okay, so now that we’ve seen part of Toothless’ backstory in Chapter 3, I’m considering how I should tell the rest of his pre-Berk tale. I first planned to tell it at the end of each chapter of Act 1, but now I’m starting to wonder if I should cram it all into one big chapter in Act 3, like right before he reunites with his adoptive family.

I haven’t decided how many chapters TLNF will have (only Act 1 has been mapped out so far), but if anybody has a different idea on how I should tell Toothless’ story, please tell me so I can have more diverse options!

How should I tell Toothless’ backstory?

Parts at the end of each chapter of Act 1

Later in Act 3

Tell it a different way (put in the comments or reblog)

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Voting ended onDec 20, 2025

[ivory-the-angelwolf]

Finally finished the dragons! I tried to keep their appearances as close to the OG as possible while also making them somewhat resemble the live action versions.

Stormfly is the oldest of the group (17 years old) and is very friendly and loves to have fun. She can make anything into a game, especially chores. She’s badass and beautiful—the best kind of girl.

Meatlug is the baby of the group (13 years old) and the sweetest Gronkle ever. She loves to hang out with her friends and doesn’t like listening to them argue about anything, but she will fiercely defend her friends when push comes to shove. If you ever have any issues or problems you need to get off your chest, you can always count on Meatlug to listen.

Hookfang is the jock middle child (16 years old), but he deeply cares about his friends. He’s especially close with Meatlug, the Timon to her Pumbaa if you will. He’s not stupid, much unlike his Rider, and knows when a joke or a prank has gone too far and will go out of his way to fix things.

Barf and Belch are the very definition of “Two heads are better than one.” As Zipplebacks, it’s a requirement of their species to be able to work together seamlessly. That means moving when the other moves, coming to a single decision on what to do in certain situations, and being able to communicate if they have any issues. So in short, they get along ten times better than most sets of siblings (if you know, you know).