WHEN I WAS A BOY

Independent Hiccup and Toothless from HTTYD. Written by Samsa.

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“Y’know, I’m not really sure about this... Uh, maybe you shouldn’t?”

Watching Snotlout do something stupid was one thing. Actively participating in the stupidity, though, that was something else. And Hiccup would like to say that he’s smart-- or at least, wise enough to know when a stunt isn’t going to end the way they hope it will. Craning his neck back, he squints at his cousin up on the cliffside, arms crossed over his chest as he shifts in the shallow water and ignores Toothless as he splashed about behind him, trying to snap up minnows.

“Not that there’ll be any skin off my nose, but if you break your neck, Hookfang’ll miss you.”

And so would Hiccup.

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“Okay, it is way too warm to work right now.”

Grumbling to himself, Hiccup pulls his sweat-soaked shirt and apron away from his chest, leaning against the doorjam of the smithy. Sure, Hic preferred to be productive in the nights or early mornings for the much smaller chance he’d be interrupted in the middle of something important… but even with the “barn” doors flung wide and all the windows open, between the Terrible Terrors winding around his ankles and piled up cozy on the hearth, his head was starting to swim.

He was pretty tempted to stick it in the barrel of water used for cooling and tempering the metals, honestly.

“Make me take a break before I kill myself.”

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I’ve had this blog for three days and I’m already having to tell personal blogs not to reblog my only IC post, among restating other things right there in my rules.

Goddamn it, guys.

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“Okay, it is way too warm to work right now.”

Grumbling to himself, Hiccup pulls his sweat-soaked shirt and apron away from his chest, leaning against the doorjam of the smithy. Sure, Hic preferred to be productive in the nights or early mornings for the much smaller chance he’d be interrupted in the middle of something important… but even with the “barn” doors flung wide and all the windows open, between the Terrible Terrors winding around his ankles and piled up cozy on the hearth, his head was starting to swim.

He was pretty tempted to stick it in the barrel of water used for cooling and tempering the metals, honestly.

“Make me take a break before I kill myself.”

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Sitting just outside, Cloudjumper huffed in agreement, with an unimpressed look on his face to match, shaking his head as if to chase the heat away. Of course, that didn’t work. 

What he wouldn’t give for snow and biting winds. But that wasn’t in Mother Jörd’s plans today. For some reason. 

The dragon glanced at Hiccup, unable to help but throw his head back dramatically and made sounds almost like a whining child. More like dragon-cat child. It was as if he were pleading, or exasperated.

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Jörð often had... other ideas-- maybe not for Berk, necessarily, but for a people built to withstand sleet, rain, and mud, this sudden ‘summer’ is an unwelcomed nuisance.

“Yeah, I hear ya there, ‘Jumper,” the Rider sighs, finally deciding to just shuck the apron and shirt altogether. There’s a slight urge there to call him ‘Uncle Jumper’, but he’s not sure the Stormcutter would understand, let alone appreciate the gesture. Something so purely human and vocalized that Hiccup can’t explain it physically, beyond familial playfighting and social grooming common in any well-bonded flight, seemed like the kind of thing Toothless just put up with him rambling about sometimes.

Not like it would stop him from rambling.

So he reaches a hand out after tucking his gloves into his belt, waiting for permission to pat Cloudjumper’s side.

“I’d go swimming if the moon was brighter, sheesh. I’m guessin’ the only ones out of all of us who aren’t being grossly mistreated by the weather are Hookfang and the Terrors!”

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“Okay, it is way too warm to work right now.”

Grumbling to himself, Hiccup pulls his sweat-soaked shirt and apron away from his chest, leaning against the doorjam of the smithy. Sure, Hic preferred to be productive in the nights or early mornings for the much smaller chance he’d be interrupted in the middle of something important... but even with the “barn” doors flung wide and all the windows open, between the Terrible Terrors winding around his ankles and piled up cozy on the hearth, his head was starting to swim.

He was pretty tempted to stick it in the barrel of water used for cooling and tempering the metals, honestly.

“Make me take a break before I kill myself.”

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Got to admit I’m mildly distressed by the number of non-rp blogs reblogging my promo post lol

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“Look out from the edge of your world― see the unknown stare back at you, unflinching.”

Independent Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III + Toothless dualmuse. ⊣RULES.  ⊣ABOUT.  ⊣HOME.  ⊣OTHER.

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Teeeesting? Testing, one, two, uh...