#wait right here

[tangledinink]

someone reblogged the poll i posted yesterday asking what project i should work on next with these very kind, very reasonable tags.

i took this to be a personal challenge.

[ashleybenlove]

Title: “Wait Right Here”

Prompt: Gunshot Wound + “Wait right here” + pistol + Nowhere in particular + “Bullet moved out of the abdomen with pliers”

Summary: The way Dagur held that pistol made Hiccup so nervous. Dagur clearly didn’t have a grasp on gun safety and if Hiccup was honest with himself, this was not surprising. Like Dagur would care about that.

Fandom: How To Train Your Dragon

Pairing: None

Word Count: 795

Rating: Teen

Warnings: guns, swearing, violence, Inaccurate Medical Procedures, vomit mention

Disclaimer: I don’t own the source material in this fanfic. That’s to whatever company or person owns it. I would never claim to own it.

Notes: There are probable influences from fandom and whatnot in this story. Written for Bad Things Happen Bingo @badthingshappenbingo​​​​​ for the space “Gunshot Wound”, The Merry Whump Of May @themerrywhumpofmay​ May 13 prompts of “Wait right here” / pistol / Nowhere in particular, and the @injuryprompts​ “Bullet moved out of the abdomen with pliers”. Modern AU. AO3.

And it is below.

“Wait right here,” Dagur said, waving the pistol in his hand very carelessly.

 “You literally have me tied up!” Hiccup shouted. “Where am I going to go?! Nowhere in particular, that’s for sure!”

 “Shut up!” Dagur yelled.

 The way Dagur held that pistol made Hiccup so nervous. Dagur clearly didn’t have a grasp on gun safety and if Hiccup was honest with himself, this was not surprising. Like Dagur would care about that.

 “Hey, so where are we exactly?” Hiccup asked.

 “Nowhere in particular!” Dagur retorted, yelling, still carelessly holding the gun. “Now shut up so I can call your Dragon-loving buddies and let ‘em know I have you.”

 Hiccup wanted to retort something sarcastic about how considerate that was but really didn’t like the fact that Dagur’s finger was on the trigger of the gun.

 Then Dagur said, “Where’s your phone?”

 “What?” Hiccup asked, surprised by this.

 “Do you think I know the phone numbers of your Dragon dunderheads?” Dagur asked.

 Fair.

 “Where is it?” Dagur asked again.

 “Where do you think?!” Hiccup asked.

 Dagur pointed the gun at him.

 “Where?” Dagur growled.

 Hiccup gulped.

 “Left cargo pocket,” Hiccup said.

 Hiccup hissed when Dagur’s hand went into his pocket to search of the phone but thankfully this did not take long.

 “Oh, good, it’s unlocked,” Dagur said. And then he said, “Ew.”

 “What?”

 “Your wallpaper is your dragon. Yuck!” Dagur said. “I could hurl.”

 Hiccup growled. He liked having pictures of Toothless on his phone.

 A moment later, Hiccup could hear the phone sending an outgoing call. Dagur had put the phone on speaker.  

 The phone picked up after a few seconds of ringing and Astrid’s voice said, “Hiccup?”

 The voices of the other Riders were in the background briefly.

 “Nope,” Dagur said. “Though, he’s right in front of me. Say hi to them, Hiccup.”

 “Hi,” Hiccup said, a little meekly.

 “Dagur!” Astrid yelled.

 “Let Hiccup go!” Snotlout yelled.

 “You suck, Dagur!” yelled Ruffnut.

 “You want him? You have to come get him! I’m texting you the address!” Dagur yelled.

 Dagur then pressed the end call button, and started typing on the phone. Once he was done, he put the phone down on a nearby table, and sat down on a chair and looked in Hiccup’s general direction while casually holding that damn gun.

 Hiccup would estimate maybe twenty minutes later, there were sounds from outside that indicated that the Dragon Riders had arrived. Dagur growled and seemed generally agitated, but stood up and headed back to where Hiccup was still seated, gun pointed in Hiccup’s general direction. He stood a couple feet away from Hiccup.

 “Put the gun down, Dagur!” Astrid said.

 She was flanked by the other Riders, with the dragons behind them.

 Dagur looked at them. Looked at Hiccup. Looked at his gun.

 Then he fired at Hiccup’s torso.

 Dagur then dropped the gun.

 “I put the gun down,” Dagur said, and started walking towards an exit, ignoring any sounds coming from the Dragon Riders, the dragons, or Hiccup.

 Hiccup was gasping in pain when the Riders got to him, having quickly rushed over to him.

 He was aware of someone putting pressure on his abdomen as the others untied him from the chair.

 “He fucking shot me!” Hiccup exclaimed, when they got him lying on his back. “That dick!”

 Hiccup groaned, then let out what sounded like a sob.

 He heard Ruffnut say, “I found some pliers and Hiccup’s phone.”

 Astrid said, “Ruff, Tuff, distract him. Dragons, stay by the door.”

 “Look at us make silly faces!” Ruffnut said, as she started to make silly faces at him.

 He felt the pressure lift off of his abdomen.

 “I can see the bullet,” Snotlout said.

 “I suppose that means it hasn’t pierced any major organs,” Fishlegs replied.

 “It still hurts!” Hiccup exclaimed.

 “We know,” Astrid said, softly.

 Ruffnut and Tuffnut softly patted Hiccup’s head.

 “Give me the pliers,” Snotlout said.

 “What?!” Hiccup exclaimed. He then groaned from the pain.

 “Hey look at me!” Tuffnut exclaimed, as Ruffnut started to make bunny ears behind Tuffnut who made silly faces.

 Snotlout took hold of the pliers.

 “Sorry,” Snotlout apologized.

 A moment later, Hiccup was yowling as pliers attempted to grab two sides of a bullet around his skin.

 While the length of time that the pliers grabbed at the bullet in his skin was not long, Hiccup still thought the time was too long.

 “Got it!” Snotlout said, once the bullet was pulled out of Hiccup’s abdomen.

 “Good,” Hiccup murmured and passed out.

   When Hiccup awoke, he was lying on his large comfortable bed, his abdomen bandaged up, with Toothless lying next to him, scale-to-skin. As he became more awake, he was pleased to see the other Dragon Riders seated around his bed.

[howtowhumpyourhiccup]

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

The Merry Whump of May Day 13!

@themerrywhumpofmay

Summary: Written for the Merry Whump of May 2022 Day 13. The Compound AU. After having a terrible time getting interrogated, Hiccup experiences an ounce of kindness. Or does he?

Warning: /

Rating: Mature

Characters: Hiccup, Httyd ocs (First Guy, Boss, Pain-In-The-Ass)

Pairing: /

Words: 1 261

Fandom: How to Train Your Dragon

Prompt: Betrayal, Nowhere in particular

Whumpee: Hiccup

Author’s Notes:

"I'll make this a short one, under 1k words" - Me, for the third prompt in a row.

I've been writing these on the day of for the past three to four days now.

Constructive criticism is appreciated.

Enjoy!

[evilwriter37]

The Merry Whump of May Day 13

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

Prompt: betrayal

Rated: teen

Warnings: none

Pairings: none

Word Count: 761

Summary: Spitelout has taken Hiccup out into the middle of the woods to train, but something seems off when Spitelout tells him to wait in a clearing.

[mybeautifulbeautifuleternal]

“Execute Order 66! There’s the General. Blast ‘em!”

“Execute Order 66! There’s the General. Blast ‘em!”

“Execute Order 66! There’s the General. Blast ‘em!”

The words kept echoing inside your head. They didn’t make sense and the absolutely devastating feeling of betrayal was killing you just as surely as your Troops had tried. Only days since the Fall of the Jedi and of the Republic and you were sure that those eight words were going to be the new soundtrack of your life. You didn’t think you’d ever be able to forget.

A seemingly normal day in the War, you had woken up to the good news that Kenobi had taken the 212th to confront Grievous. If Kenobi won, that was an almost guarantee that the War was over. The news had spread quickly throughout your ship, moods lifted and laughter floating through the air.

You had only seconds of warning. Diving out of the way, you saw your Commander shutting down his comms before reaching for his blaster.

“Execute Order 66! There’s the General. Blast ‘em!”

“Execute Order 66! There’s the General. Blast ‘em!”

“Execute Order 66! There’s the General. Blast ‘em!”

Still running, trying to find a safe place to hide, you buried your head in your hands and wept. The inside of your head was silent where it should be loud, strumming with the Force presence between all the Jedi. Now it was ringing with silence and

“Execute Order 66! There’s the General. Blast ‘em!”

The death of your family…the death of justice and the Republic…the betrayal of your friends…

“Execute Order 66! There’s the General. Blast ‘em!”

You were pretty sure, even if the Empire were toppled today and all the Troopers with it, you were going to be hunted down for the rest of your life.

@themerrywhumpofmay

[leyswhumpdump]

Wait Right Here

Day 13 of @themerrywhumpofmay​

Tropes and CWs: gun, strange dimensional / reality warp.

The corridor writhed like the guts of a snake, the tiled floor moving under Whumpee’s too-loud footsteps. Behind them, a pistol. At least, Whumpee thought it was a pistol. It had been a bunch of flowers when the mysterious Whumper had first confronted the intruder. Maybe if Whumper pulled the trigger, scarlet cloth would cascade from the wound instead of blood.

“What are you?” Whumpee found themselves choking on the question. Not who. What.

“Oh, darling.” The portraits on the walls—stiff, starched oil paintings—split into simultaneous Cheshire Cat grins. Even without the presence of the gun, Whumpee would not have dared look back to see if their captor bore a similarly too-wide smile. “I am nothing, I am everything. I am your nightmare.”

A door appeared, not on a wall but in the middle of their path. It flew open to reveal a void of darkness beyond. Whumpee tried to dig in their heels, but the pistol nudged them hard in the back.

Screaming, they fell.

And did not fall.

From a tiny sliver of light that might have been the hallway, Whumper watched their prisoner’s suspended thrashing. Whumpee saw in their mind’s eye a false form, a whisper of the true self. Just a harmless elderly man, wearing an iridescent robe and holding a bouquet of roses.

Wait right here, came the command.

The door closed, leaving Whumpee alone in a universe void of stars.

[em-writes-stuff]

Whump of May day 13

@themerrywhumpofmay

prompts used: “wait right here.” pistol, betrayal 

warnings: cursing, kidnapping, pistol 

characters: A, B, C, and D

words: 452

“Wait right here,” A said. They walked inside the house and closed the door behind them, leaving B standing out on the sidewalk alone. 

As B stood there, shivering in the cold, they could see A’s shadow in the window pacing around. Maybe C wasn’t there and that’s what was taking so long. There was no way A would do anything to hurt them, not if they knew C. But what if they didn’t? 

It would be so easy to lie about knowing C. They lived so openly and documented everything on social media. If A had paid close attention, they could easily find out enough to fool anyone into thinking they were friends. B wrung their hands and looked around them, not noticing any cars-or anything, really-on the street. They took a deep breath and smoothed out a wrinkle in their shirt. A hadn’t done anything to make B stop trusting them. This was C’s house, they had somehow gotten inside, no one that lived on the street seemed alarmed with them being there, it was fine. They were just being paranoid. 

A looked through the blinds and exhaled slowly, D should have come by already. So where were they? Any longer and B would start getting suspicious. They paced around the living room, walking around C, who was tied up next to the stairs so they couldn’t do anything to alarm B of what was going on. 

Their phone chimed, “Fucking finally.” 

‘Almost there. Just had to get some food.’ 

A groaned but responded with a smiley face. They knelt in front of C and brushed some hair out of their eyes, “You won’t have to worry about B anymore. I found someone to take them off your hands.” 

A car screeched down the street and B turned to see if it was A. It stopped right in front of the house and the driver’s door opened. B couldn’t see who it was, so they took a few steps closer to the house and peered around the car. 

“Hi, sorry to bother you,” D said, walking up to B and pulling out their phone and bringing up the map, “But do you know how I can get here?” They pointed to a pin on the map and leaned down next to B’s face. “I have to pick someone up.” 

B peered at the map and squinted, wishing they’d brought their glasses with them. “I think that’s this street. Do you know the address?” 

“Oh! You must be B then, A was telling me about you.” D said. They pressed a pistol to B’s side and put their phone in their pocket. “If you make a noise, I’ll pull the trigger.” 

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[quinncupine]

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