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❝Fae: invaluable in a fight—and raging pains in the ass at all other times.❞
-Lyra the sweet and kind girl.-
-Kiara the ice bitch.-
-Rose the trouble maker.-
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@ Rose: “I can't decide whether you're charming or frustrating.”
“Aw, ya could just say I’m frustratingly charming.” Rose ran her tail under his chin playfully. Ever since she discovered his… appreciation for her fur she loved brushing her tail against him.
23. Do they sleep more/better at night or during the day? (Diurnal or Nocturnal?) - for all three
Both Kiara and Rose are nocturnal. But Rose sleeps better throughout the day while Kiara only dozes or naps. The only time she fully sleeps is once in a blue moon at night.
Lyra is diurnal. She is the one to sleep at night and rise with the sun… literally. This girl is up at dawn baking or gardening.
🚫 What’s a trope you avoid or dislike?
💖 What’s a trope you love and will never get tired of?
Trope I avoid would be forced sexual content. Now if a character has that in their background that’s fine. Character history, trauma. But I’ll never write it.
I also avoid the trope enemies to lovers when the two characters have been physically violent with one another. I get the attraction when the two enemies are picking at one another or competing. But actually violence and then they live each other? Nope. Sorry. Call me weak but it makes me ick.
The one trope I’ll never get tired of is found family. It can be romantic or family love. Either way I’m a sucker for my characters finding a family or my characters being the family another needs.
growing closer.
prompts for characters getting to know each other.
“i don't think you realize how much people notice you.”
“you don't seem particularly trusting. then again, maybe neither am i.”
“you have a habit of appearing at interesting moments.”
“you strike me as someone who trusts their gut. am i wrong?”
“i've noticed you always leave before everyone else.”
“i think you enjoy keeping people guessing.”
“you seem restless.”
“it's strange how you can be surrounded by people and still feel alone.”
“have i ever told you that you're difficult to read?”
“you look like you haven't slept.”
“you know this place well enough that i'm starting to wonder if you've always lived here.”
“do you ever worry about the kind of person you're becoming?”
“i've known a lot of people. none of them were quite like you.”
“i can't decide whether people truly change, or if they just become better at hiding parts of themselves.”
“i had the strangest dream last night. do you remember yours when you wake up?”
“the more i get to know you, the more i keep noticing little similarities between the two of us.”
“i didn't realize you'd remember that.”
“most people seem uncomfortable with silence. i never minded it much.”
“you seem to know more than you're saying.”
“you seem comfortable on your own. i wonder if that's the same thing as never feeling lonely.”
“do you always look this serious?”
“you're easier to talk to than i expected.”
“i've always thought trust is harder to earn than people pretend.”
“you always seem to be watching.”
“i think you've been avoiding me.”
“you're not at all what i thought you would be.”
“whenever i ignore my instincts, i end up regretting it. what about you?”
“i wasn't expecting to run into you again.”
“i can't tell if you're someone who enjoys solitude or just tolerates it.”
“i know it sounds childish, but i can't help believing some people are meant to find one another.”
“you make a terrible liar.”
“you don't strike me as the sort of person people forget.”
“i think people underestimate you.”
“i can't decide whether you're charming or frustrating.”
“i don't think i've seen you smile before.”
“i wasn't sure you'd come.”
“it's a little strange. i think i've started looking forward to seeing you.”
“sometimes i wonder if we ever really know anyone.”
“you're surprisingly good company.”
“i think most people would like to believe they're good. i'm not sure it's always that simple.”
“i think being truly understood is a far rarer thing than people realize.”
“i don't usually tell people this...”
“you make that look easy.”
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A New Beginning - Closed starter @thethreefaes
Hiccup ran through the forest, vision blurry from the tears welling up in them.
His dad was leaving on another trip again, and Hiccup would be all alone... again.
"You'll have Gobber, lad," his father had said, sitting the boy on his knee.
"But I need you!" Hiccup had cried out, "You're always leaving, it isn't fair!"
And, being the wise Viking he was at six years old, he packed himself a little bag and took off into the forest, thinking that maybe if the trolls took him in, they wouldn't leave him.
Tripping over a rock, Hiccup tumbled into the forest floor with a cry of surprise. Dirt was smudged across his tunic, and a few stray leaves were stuck in his hair. Sniffling, he sat up, looking around.
...He was good and lost now.
Fear gripped at him. He had been angry before, but now? He didn't want to live with the trolls. He was scared, and he wanted safety.
Drawing his knees up to his chest, his bag sat beside him as the tears rolled down his cheeks.
A twig snapped, and he looked up in alarm. A girl about his age was there, with red hair similar to his own and green eyes. Sniffling, Hiccup wiped his face with the back of his hand, "You...you're not a troll, are you?"
"It's all we got right now. If it works, great. If not...well, we just have to hope for the best."
Chuckling, Hiccup nodded, "Knock yourself out. And...yep, I think he actually is out. Wow." Looking to Lyra, he asked, "He's okay, yeah? Just... just tired, right?"
The teen was so engrossed in his work that it took him a few seconds longer to notice as Kiara and Rose came in. His greetings came at a delay, and a little distracted as he kept working.
Would the scales make it too heavy? Hm. He had enough material, he could make a second set as a backup and paint it black...
Just as he was sitting back on his heels and wiping the back of his hand across his forehead he noticed Rhiannon had joined them. "Mom!" The dragon fae smiled bright. "Don't worry about a thing. This should quell any claims Thuggory has!"
Nodding, he replied, "Understood. Thanks, mom." To be honest, he wasn't sure if she'd go for it. His smile faded though at the sight of how tired she seemed. "Mom? Make sure you get some rest too." The day and its events seemed to have really worn on her.
Once she left, he faced Lyra again. "I think that's a good idea, but let's see if this works, first. We also need to make it a non-event, have them wander here one by one. Astrid first," mainly because he hardly had seen his girlfriend lately and well, he missed her. "We don't want to raise suspicion."
"Now, go and get some rest. I'll let you know when we get back."
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It was late. The moon was high in the sky, and was just beginning to lower again. Berk was silent, and hardly a sound was made on the island.
"Hey, Ash," Hiccup whispered. "Wake up, we need to get to my circle and test these..." He'd only shadow stepped a couple of times, but he was always guided by others through, never initiating it himself.
If Ash was still feeling drained, he was prepared to attempt it for the first time. Thor knows the storm fae had traveled a lot the day before.
“Nothing to worry about, Sunflower. Just tired.” Their mother yawned again before leaving. Lyra yawning after and then giggling. She hugged her brother goodnight and went to her room.
Ash had all but sprawled over Hiccup’s bed. A few scales and his claws appearing in his sleep as his guard was down. The dragain traits disappearing as he wakes.
“Huh? Oh, yeah.” His back cracked as he got up and stretched. The fae looking better after the nap.
“Let’s get this show on the road then.” Helping Hiccup with the glider he also wrapped an arm around his shoulders.
“To your circle.” They stepped through the shadows and after a second of falling were stepping out into the warm night air of the protected ring. Ash immediately letting his fae features show and stretched his wings.
“Oh that feels so much better. Gods it takes it out of you hiding your wings. Well, for full fae. Lyra said it mostly feels odd for her. Doesn’t take as much to tap into her human side.” Where such things would have been said in disgust or distain, Ash was fascinated and sounded in awe at Lyra’s ability.
“Handy to blend in. Lady Kiara and Rhiannon must be tired too.” His red eyes tracked Hiccup and the strange glider.
“That’s… uncannily good. They look like your wings.”
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A New Beginning - Closed starter @thethreefaes
Hiccup ran through the forest, vision blurry from the tears welling up in them.
His dad was leaving on another trip again, and Hiccup would be all alone... again.
"You'll have Gobber, lad," his father had said, sitting the boy on his knee.
"But I need you!" Hiccup had cried out, "You're always leaving, it isn't fair!"
And, being the wise Viking he was at six years old, he packed himself a little bag and took off into the forest, thinking that maybe if the trolls took him in, they wouldn't leave him.
Tripping over a rock, Hiccup tumbled into the forest floor with a cry of surprise. Dirt was smudged across his tunic, and a few stray leaves were stuck in his hair. Sniffling, he sat up, looking around.
...He was good and lost now.
Fear gripped at him. He had been angry before, but now? He didn't want to live with the trolls. He was scared, and he wanted safety.
Drawing his knees up to his chest, his bag sat beside him as the tears rolled down his cheeks.
A twig snapped, and he looked up in alarm. A girl about his age was there, with red hair similar to his own and green eyes. Sniffling, Hiccup wiped his face with the back of his hand, "You...you're not a troll, are you?"
His eyes lit up. "True! Then afterwards I can let my wings out for a few minutes, and he can, too." This was the first time Hiccup knew of that the storm fae would have to pose as a human. He was bound to have some trouble with it.
Grinning at his sister, he commented, "You're full of great ideas, Lyr. I'm sure Fluffy wouldn't mind running some messages out for us."
The process took time, but he was able to delegate some of the work to Lyra, instructing her when she needed it and utilizing her dainty fingers when more precision was needed. It was different than working with Rose, but still fun.
Chuckling as Ash fell onto the bed, Hiccup replied, "Yes, but with good reason. One of those chiefs survived Drago's attack. He saw me and mom with our wings out, so.im hoping that this," he held up the glider, "will convince him that what he saw was merely one of my inventions."
He began to take out a stash of Toothless' shedded scales, setting them beside the device. Holding out a bowl, Toothless dropped a good amount of slobber in, and Hiccup then used it as an adhesive to attach the scales. "Hopefully this won't make them too heavy..."
As he worked, he explained Lyra's plan to Ash. "We'll just sneak out and test it. Stretch our actual wings, and return home without anyone knowing."
Lyra wrinkled her nose at the slobber while Ash only raised a brow amused. Huh. Dragon saliva as adhesive. He’d have to let Phoenix know that. Ash was also conflicted about the plan. Would the human be that easily tricked?
“And if he doesn’t fall for this?” He asked. Lyra sighed as she focused on her task.
“Even if he’s not convinced maybe it’ll convince the other chiefs he was seeing things wrong.” Lyra felt bad making them think Thuggory was crazy. But they would protect their family no matter what.
“Fine. You good if I nap here? It’ll restore my magic quicker.” It was Hiccup’s nest. Only polite to ask… Even if he was already falling asleep on it.
Rose and Kiara returned home and made their way to Hiccup’s room. Ash sleeping through the family being updated and Rose settling in to help. Kiara going back down stairs to keep watch so to speak. Lyra warned up stew since none of them were going to the Hall to eat.
When Rhiannon returned home the sun was setting. The fae had stayed by Stoick all day. Acting as his assistant much like Kiara often did. Though it was mainly to keep an ear on all the chiefs’ talk and an eye on Thuggory. The more he saw her as a human the better.
Rhia leaned on the doorframe of her son’s room. She looked over the scaled glider with a tired and curious gaze. When told of the plan, she didn’t even blink.
“Alright. But you tell me when you leave for the circle and you tell me when you return. Even if that means you wake me. Understand?” Her gaze then lands on Rose and Lyra.
“You two, nests. You need your rest. And Hiccup? You sleep when you get home and sleep in. We’ll say your leg is acting up.” Rhia rubbed her forehead. How did Kiara handle all the annoying talk that Stoick was tortured with? As their mom left Lyra turned to her brother with a grin.
“Even mom is letting us be trouble makers! Should I gather the Riders tomorrow morning and have them meet us here?”
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Hiccup ran through the forest, vision blurry from the tears welling up in them.
His dad was leaving on another trip again, and Hiccup would be all alone... again.
"You'll have Gobber, lad," his father had said, sitting the boy on his knee.
"But I need you!" Hiccup had cried out, "You're always leaving, it isn't fair!"
And, being the wise Viking he was at six years old, he packed himself a little bag and took off into the forest, thinking that maybe if the trolls took him in, they wouldn't leave him.
Tripping over a rock, Hiccup tumbled into the forest floor with a cry of surprise. Dirt was smudged across his tunic, and a few stray leaves were stuck in his hair. Sniffling, he sat up, looking around.
...He was good and lost now.
Fear gripped at him. He had been angry before, but now? He didn't want to live with the trolls. He was scared, and he wanted safety.
Drawing his knees up to his chest, his bag sat beside him as the tears rolled down his cheeks.
A twig snapped, and he looked up in alarm. A girl about his age was there, with red hair similar to his own and green eyes. Sniffling, Hiccup wiped his face with the back of his hand, "You...you're not a troll, are you?"
"Yep. He's the typical superstitious Viking," Hiccup said with a sigh. "And he's set to prove that he's right."
"What? He did?" Hiccup's brows furrowed. Perhaps he noticed the resemblance Lyra had to Rhiannon right away? But no, that couldn't be right. It seemed like he didn't realize it fully until Hiccup showed up with their mother. "If he was suspicious of you, I don't know if he would have been so cordial...you didn't use any magic on him, so we should be alright." At least, that's what he hoped.
"Dad did a good job of refuting those claims, blaming the smoke inhalation and circumstances. Besides, they are supposed to be working together to fight Drago, not point fingers and cause further unrest."
He laughed, "It's true! It wouldn't take much convincing," though her puppy eyes were a serious weapon. If things get desperate, they may need her to wield them.
The teen deflated. "Do we really need to bring that moment up now?" But all the embarrassment left him the moment he saw that look in her eyes. She was into something! His own eyes widened as she told him her idea, a smile forming.
"Lyra...that's genius! Then we can convince Thuggory he saw us wearing gliders and that it wasn't our own wings!" Grabbing her hand, he rushed upstairs. "I think I even have some pieces we can use. C'mon!"
After everyone saw him limping earlier, he figured it wouldn't be suspicious for him to be hidden away the rest of the day. Perfect time to work on those gliders!
It took several hours, and Hiccup had a prototype. But it needed to be tested. He made it look like his wings as much as he could, but there were hooks connected to his sleeves and pant legs.
Holding up the contraption, he said, "I have to test it in the dead of night, otherwise it could make things worse." If it didn't work, how could they convince Thuggory it actually had worked on that island?
Lyra practically shone with pride at Hiccup’s praise.
“Ash and you can shadow step to your ring. There’s no way they will notice you’re gone in the middle of the night.” It’ll make sneaking out much easier and safer.
“I’ll keep watch just in case. I can have Fluffy send you messages.” Lyra didn’t want to admit this all was rather exciting. It was serious and this was to protect them… but it was also kinda fun. Secret missions and planning with her brother.
Lyra perched on Hiccup’s bed as he pulled out the leather and fabric. Then the mechanical pieces appeared and she giggled. Of course he’d store some of his inventions in here.
“We can send Fluffy with a message to Rose too if you need anything from the forge.” She kicked her feet where they dangled off the bed. Lyra wasn’t as technologically inclined as her siblings but loved to watch and help.
Ash returned as the sun was setting. The human looking dragain fae falling on the bed beside Lyra and watching Hiccup.
“We’re hiding our wings so you go and make new ones?” He muttered into the bedding. Eyeing the strange contraption.
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Hiccup ran through the forest, vision blurry from the tears welling up in them.
His dad was leaving on another trip again, and Hiccup would be all alone... again.
"You'll have Gobber, lad," his father had said, sitting the boy on his knee.
"But I need you!" Hiccup had cried out, "You're always leaving, it isn't fair!"
And, being the wise Viking he was at six years old, he packed himself a little bag and took off into the forest, thinking that maybe if the trolls took him in, they wouldn't leave him.
Tripping over a rock, Hiccup tumbled into the forest floor with a cry of surprise. Dirt was smudged across his tunic, and a few stray leaves were stuck in his hair. Sniffling, he sat up, looking around.
...He was good and lost now.
Fear gripped at him. He had been angry before, but now? He didn't want to live with the trolls. He was scared, and he wanted safety.
Drawing his knees up to his chest, his bag sat beside him as the tears rolled down his cheeks.
A twig snapped, and he looked up in alarm. A girl about his age was there, with red hair similar to his own and green eyes. Sniffling, Hiccup wiped his face with the back of his hand, "You...you're not a troll, are you?"
Wrapping his arm around her shoulder, he leaned on her for support as they walked.
His eyes flitted to the side as he thought of an answer. "It's...nothing time won't fix, I think." There wasn't much he could say with the other chiefs watching them. Dropping his voice to a whisper, he said, "I'll explain everything, in private." It was harder than he thought, maintaining a fake limp, but he supposed having the experience of actually limping gave him a bit of an advantage.
Only once the door was shut behind them did he speak. In hushed tones, he brought her up to speed. He finished with, "We don't know if he will try to instigate some sort of a, a reaction out of any of us. Dad thinks you and the others could be targeted as well, since that chief saw mom and me with our wings."
Running a hand over his face, it mumbled, "Oh, it's so messed up. This is the last thing that should be happening here." His mother's words came to mind, and he took a deep breath. "Just be careful. Stick with Gothi, or mom, or me if you need to. If any of those guys bother you..." His hand closed into a fist.
"Maybe we can divert their attention. The twins might have some ideas for that..." When it came to a good distraction, the Thorstons were the ones to turn to. Looking back at his sister, his eyes were apologetic, "I don't know how long they're staying. Hopefully just a few days. All but one have to establish their leadership in their tribes, since they were just appointed. That doesn't mean Thuggory will leave with them, though..."
Lyra scrunched her face when she realized what was happening. Surprisingly it was more annoyance than worry. Hiccup and mom were helping dad! They would have helped that Viking too if they knew he was there!
“So instead of focusing on the very dangerous and proven killer, Drago… Thug is focused on the two strange creatures he saw helping dad. Makes sense.” She huffs and crosses her arms.
“The chief I was bandaging… he asked me a few questions. Who my parents were. How long I’ve been apprenticing as a healer. He seemed pretty curious when I said Stoick was my dad. Maybe he was suspicious I was one of the creatures? He wasn’t mean though.” Could the Chief have looked at her and thought she was nothing more than a young girl? No wings or claws.
“I don’t think he suspected anything of me. He never flinched or looked at me suspicious. I hope that means they all think Thuggory is crazy.” Okay, that might have been harsh for her. But they deserved some peace gosh darn it!
“I won’t even have to use my puppy eyes on the twins. They’ll jump at the chance to cause trouble.” If it happened to help them then it was a happy plus to the twins. But them causing trouble won’t help convince Thuggory or the chiefs that no winged humans lived here. Lyra perched on the window seat looking out at Berk. Then an idea slowly formed and her eyes shimmered in mischief.
“Hiccup? Remember when you fell asleep and drooled on your notebook when we were kids?” Her grin grew as she looked to him.
“You happen to remember just what you’d been sketching out? A glider you could wear so you could fly with us.” Lyra was practically vibrating in excitement. If her wings were out they would have been rattling.
“What if we made a few? That just so happened to be designed after our friends’ dragons? And what if they happen to be… testing them while the chiefs are here?” They didn’t even have to be fully functional! Prototypes to look like wings that maybe someone could misidentify amongst smoke.
“I know for a fact Ruff and Tuff will happily jump off their roof for fun. So strapping on some prototype wings to add some chaos won’t be an issue…. Plus I’ll heal them right away if they get hurt.” She added quickly.
A New Beginning - Closed starter @thethreefaes
Hiccup ran through the forest, vision blurry from the tears welling up in them.
His dad was leaving on another trip again, and Hiccup would be all alone... again.
"You'll have Gobber, lad," his father had said, sitting the boy on his knee.
"But I need you!" Hiccup had cried out, "You're always leaving, it isn't fair!"
And, being the wise Viking he was at six years old, he packed himself a little bag and took off into the forest, thinking that maybe if the trolls took him in, they wouldn't leave him.
Tripping over a rock, Hiccup tumbled into the forest floor with a cry of surprise. Dirt was smudged across his tunic, and a few stray leaves were stuck in his hair. Sniffling, he sat up, looking around.
...He was good and lost now.
Fear gripped at him. He had been angry before, but now? He didn't want to live with the trolls. He was scared, and he wanted safety.
Drawing his knees up to his chest, his bag sat beside him as the tears rolled down his cheeks.
A twig snapped, and he looked up in alarm. A girl about his age was there, with red hair similar to his own and green eyes. Sniffling, Hiccup wiped his face with the back of his hand, "You...you're not a troll, are you?"
"Of course not," Hiccup knelt down to scratch between the púca's ears. "I just wanted to make sure you knew what was going on."
Hiccup had to pick up the pace just to keep up with Rhiannon. His prosthetic leg creaked with each step. I need to fix that...
The thought of the visiting vikings ambushing his younger sister made him angry. After what happened at Thawfest, he didn't want Lyra to feel the need to hide away.
Was this his fault? He flew in without thought. He had no regrets saving his dad, but shouldn't he have known better?
It was as if his mother had read his mind. Hiccup relaxed a bit under her touch, "How did you know?" He was about to say more, but Rhiannon's pause and tightened grip had him look in her line of sight. The teen stiffened as well at the sight of Lyra patching up one of the visiting chiefs.
The man's eyes were on her, but Hiccup couldn't read his expression. Gothi looked up and began rifling through some papers, and passed the page to Rhiannon.
Being at the healer's station actually gave Hiccup a good idea. To get his sister somewhere they could speak privately, he needed a good reason to draw her away. "Lyra! Here, can you give me a hand? My leg has been acting up." He lifted the prosthetic, rubbing the back of his neck, "I think I've been too hard on it. I'll head home with you guys and rest it a while."
Moving towards her, he limped for good measure. Lyra would know he was lying, but she'd also know he had good reason to, as he never lied if he could help it.
Rhiannon hid her smile behind the paper Gothi passed her. Her son was a smart one. His limp and Lyra’s worry convincing that it even had the visiting chief standing to offer his seat to the boy.
“Rest that leg, lad. The little lass has already tended ta me. Thank you again.” The chief gave a nod to the healers and then Rhiannon before leaving the hut. While the man seemed genuine Rhiannon turned to her children.
“I’ll assist Gothi. Lyra, help Hiccup home for me, please.” Once Rhia knew it was safe she’d tell Gothi of the situation.
“Okay.” Lyra’s eyes were flitting between her mother and brother. Worry and confusion swirling in them but she didn’t ask any questions. Not yet.
“Here, you can take my arm and lean on me.” Continuing the act she stepped close to Hiccup. As they walked arm and arm she gave him a side eye.
“Everything alright? Should I be worried?” Lyra looked at his leg, but it was obvious she was asking about what was really going on. As they walked through Berk she could see a few of the visiting chiefs. They glanced at the two of them every so often but she ignored them. Doting on Hiccup in false worry.
A New Beginning - Closed starter @thethreefaes
Hiccup ran through the forest, vision blurry from the tears welling up in them.
His dad was leaving on another trip again, and Hiccup would be all alone... again.
"You'll have Gobber, lad," his father had said, sitting the boy on his knee.
"But I need you!" Hiccup had cried out, "You're always leaving, it isn't fair!"
And, being the wise Viking he was at six years old, he packed himself a little bag and took off into the forest, thinking that maybe if the trolls took him in, they wouldn't leave him.
Tripping over a rock, Hiccup tumbled into the forest floor with a cry of surprise. Dirt was smudged across his tunic, and a few stray leaves were stuck in his hair. Sniffling, he sat up, looking around.
...He was good and lost now.
Fear gripped at him. He had been angry before, but now? He didn't want to live with the trolls. He was scared, and he wanted safety.
Drawing his knees up to his chest, his bag sat beside him as the tears rolled down his cheeks.
A twig snapped, and he looked up in alarm. A girl about his age was there, with red hair similar to his own and green eyes. Sniffling, Hiccup wiped his face with the back of his hand, "You...you're not a troll, are you?"
"...And he'd target the girls as they are your daughters," Stoick said, worry in his eyes. "He'd assume they have whatever traits you and Hiccup displayed." He wanted that man off his island, now. But unfortunately, banishing him would only further prove there was something to hide.
"All of Berk knows not to speak of the fae to any that don't live here. I'm not concerned, as they all know the consequences of a slip of the tongue. But if that Thuggory manages to get them to slip..." Oh, that better not happen.
Lyra. Hiccup even straightened, moving to find her but Rhiannon and Ash were faster. He didn't want to seal his circle, but he understood the importance. "When Ash gets back, I'll do it for my circle." The storm fae lived here now, to seal the paths too soon would effectively cut him off from the island. They couldn't do that to him!
"What about Fluffy?" The chance to play some tricks on unknowing vikings might be too tempting for the púca.
Hurrying out with his parents, he practically ran right into Thuggory himself. "Watch where you're going, Berkian!"
The teen's upper lip curled as though he was going to bare his fangs, but he restrained himself. "Sorry."
Stoick motioned to the others to go on ahead. "Thuggory. Just the man I wanted to see," Hiccup swore he could see his father have difficulty saying that. "You were there when Drago attacked. Let's see if we can strategize and find a weakness." He led the man away, and Hiccup placed his hand on his mother's back as they walked off.
"The sooner we find Lyra, the better..."
“You think I’m that foolish?” The cat meowed. The Púca not even risking talking. Though he did give Hiccup a flick of his tail. He did care for the little family after all.
“Lyra doesn’t know they suspect. I don’t want her being ambushed.” Rhiannon’s voice cuts off as they run into the one Viking they didn’t want. Rhiannon made a note to make Stoick his favorite dessert as he lead the chief away from them.
She didn’t run but Rhiannon did use her full strides to move across Berk. She could feel her daughter at Gothi’s still. Good, the elder fae would watch out for her.
“You need to understand something.” She spoke softly to Hiccup. “You should not feel blame for any of this. We couldn’t have known. We acted to save Stoick. Your father. Never feel guilt about that.” Her hand rested on his shoulder as they entered Gothi’s medical hut. The one not so far from Berk. Rhia still couldn’t get over the fact Gothi placed her home so high.
Rhia paused and her grip tightened slightly on Hiccup. There, sitting on a stool was one of the visiting chiefs. Lyra delicately wrapping his arm and chatting away as she does to distract from any pain. The chief was watching the small healer. At least it didn’t look accusatory but Rhia didn’t like it.
“Afternoon, Gothi. I thought I’d come and get a list of medicines you need made.” Her voice was calm and drew the attention to her from her daughter. The chief looked up and down Rhia before looking back at Lyra.
“Like mother like daughter, huh? This lass is one fine healer. Stitched my arm and wrapped it in no time.” His praise had Lyra blushing with a proud smile.
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Hiccup ran through the forest, vision blurry from the tears welling up in them.
His dad was leaving on another trip again, and Hiccup would be all alone... again.
"You'll have Gobber, lad," his father had said, sitting the boy on his knee.
"But I need you!" Hiccup had cried out, "You're always leaving, it isn't fair!"
And, being the wise Viking he was at six years old, he packed himself a little bag and took off into the forest, thinking that maybe if the trolls took him in, they wouldn't leave him.
Tripping over a rock, Hiccup tumbled into the forest floor with a cry of surprise. Dirt was smudged across his tunic, and a few stray leaves were stuck in his hair. Sniffling, he sat up, looking around.
...He was good and lost now.
Fear gripped at him. He had been angry before, but now? He didn't want to live with the trolls. He was scared, and he wanted safety.
Drawing his knees up to his chest, his bag sat beside him as the tears rolled down his cheeks.
A twig snapped, and he looked up in alarm. A girl about his age was there, with red hair similar to his own and green eyes. Sniffling, Hiccup wiped his face with the back of his hand, "You...you're not a troll, are you?"
The way the new chiefs were looking at Hiccup made him want to climb on Toothless and fly out of sight. Since that wasn't an option, he just stood to the side and did his best to show he wasn't thrown by their stares.
He wasn't sure if he was succeeding or not.
"I don't know," he answered Kiara, "it's likely the massacre of the previous chiefs made them be on edge, leaving their islands. But there's more to it than that..." He couldn't quite pin it down, though.
Stoick motioned for them to come into the Great Hall, which was closed to the village at the moment solely for the meeting. He did introduce Rhiannon and Kiara, the former as having a high position on his council and the latter as his daughter. That caused even more whispers, ones that Stoick chose to ignore for the time being.
With the way the chiefs were regarding Hiccup, he suggested the teen stay out of the meeting for now. Hiccup didn't mind one bit, though that unsettled feeling returned as he watched his dad lead the chiefs into the Great Hall.
Once they were out of earshot, he said, "I hope they don't stay long. The way Thuggory was watching me..." He shook his head. "Something isn't right."
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Stoick sat down at the large table, chiefs lining both sides. "We have a threat that needs to be extinguished. Drago--"
"Drago is a threat, but what about those creatures?" Thuggory's fist hit the table. "On that island, I saw something not quite human go straight to you, Stoick."
Years of discipline made it so his surprise didn't show. Stoick leaned back, brows furrowed. "What in Thor's name are you going on about?"
"You know! Those winged creatures, they flew right to you on dragons, and got you off that island."
"I did leave on a dragon, as Berk is allied with them, as you all know. Thuggory, there was a lot of smoke. I'm sure you don't remember correctly--"
"Oh, I remember!" Thuggory stood, his voice rising, "I remember that thing looked like your son! And the other too, it looked like that woman on the dock! One had wings black as night, the other had feathers!"
There were more whispers, and Stoick stood as well, slamming a fist down and silencing the others. "I will hear no more of this nonsense! Drago is out to make war, and you start pointless rumors? Now, more than ever, we need to work together to stop this madman. I asked you here so we can save lives, not gossip!"
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"We have a problem," Stoick burst into Rhiannon's hut, making Hiccup jump. The chief began to pace. "On that island. He saw the two of you with your wings. I think I have the others convinced it was the smoke that got to him, but he's adamant."
A pit grew in Hiccup's gut. "A--are you sure?"
"I wouldn't say it was a problem if I wasn't! He described your wings, both of your wings. He's set on proving it, too."
"How do we stop him?" His green eyes were wide, darting between both Stoick and Rhiannon. How could he have not thought to put his traits away? He'd been so focused on finding his dad that it just wasn't a concern for him.
And because of that...his mom and sisters lives could be at stake. Never mind his own life. "H--how do we convince him that what he saw was wrong?"
Rhiannon watched Stoick pace. This was bad. Convincing others Thuggory was crazy was easy. But convincing Thuggory that he had seen wrong? That would be difficult… impossible maybe.
“Sadly, finding evidence of guilt is easier than finding evidence of innocence.” Rhia looked to Hiccup sadly. “At this point Thuggory will use anything as evidence against us. The only thing we can do is simply continue our lives. Keep our fae traits hidden and show him we are only human.”
They had a bit of an advantage now. Living on Berk had the family relying less on being fae. They didn’t have to use their magic to survive. It was only for convenience… oh shoot.
“Kiara. Go to the forge and alert Rose of our situation. At this point, no magic can be used at all. That means no fire from Rose to work. The flames she uses will draw suspicion with the gold.”
Kiara was out the door with a steady stride. Rhiannon knew her ended would be fine. She was more and more a high fae in her own right. Maybe more fitting would be a chief’s daughter. She held herself with strength and confidence.
“We should find Lyra. I know she has great control of her magic. But if they push at her I fear she may panic.” Rhiannon stood but Ash was already heading to the door.
“I’ll find her.”
“No.” Rhiannon’s voice had him freezing. “I need you to go to the Fire Opals and Mosshill. Let them know I am sealing all paths to Berk and preventing any fae from coming here. The last we need is for unannounced guests to show.” Rhia looked to Hiccup apologetically.
“That means your circle as well I’m afraid. We can’t risk it.” Ash’s jaw clenched but he nodded. Turning from the door and instead to the shadows.
“Stay safe.” He muttered before leaving. Rhiannon sighed and continued to leave.
“Let’s go get Lyra. Stars they better not try anything.” Rhia actually growled out.
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Hiccup ran through the forest, vision blurry from the tears welling up in them.
His dad was leaving on another trip again, and Hiccup would be all alone... again.
"You'll have Gobber, lad," his father had said, sitting the boy on his knee.
"But I need you!" Hiccup had cried out, "You're always leaving, it isn't fair!"
And, being the wise Viking he was at six years old, he packed himself a little bag and took off into the forest, thinking that maybe if the trolls took him in, they wouldn't leave him.
Tripping over a rock, Hiccup tumbled into the forest floor with a cry of surprise. Dirt was smudged across his tunic, and a few stray leaves were stuck in his hair. Sniffling, he sat up, looking around.
...He was good and lost now.
Fear gripped at him. He had been angry before, but now? He didn't want to live with the trolls. He was scared, and he wanted safety.
Drawing his knees up to his chest, his bag sat beside him as the tears rolled down his cheeks.
A twig snapped, and he looked up in alarm. A girl about his age was there, with red hair similar to his own and green eyes. Sniffling, Hiccup wiped his face with the back of his hand, "You...you're not a troll, are you?"
Hiccup could not suppress the teasing grin on his face at the sight of how red Lyra was turning. "I wasn't going to say anything," he said, amusement clear in his voice. "C'mon. Let's get those scales!"
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With the three of them in the forge, Berk's weapon cache was quickly increasing. The dragon scale armor took time, but Hiccup and Rose were able to find a way to make it work. Shield production quickened, while Astrid readied the other dragon riders for battle. They ran drills often, and Hiccup joined them when he could.
Time in his circle was limited, but it was always a relief to let his wings out and scales show. He knew it felt the same for his mother and sisters.
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"Two ships?" Stoick straightened, listening to Kiara and Rhiannon's words. "Hm. Let's hope it's due to the letters, but we will be prepared if not. Good spotting, Ash."
The chief recognized both flags once the ships got close enough. "We'll see how this plays out. Hiccup, stay with me. Rhiannon, I'd like you here too. Kiara, you may stay as well. If this is anything but friendly, I need you to warn the others."
The ships docked, and men came out. Stoick recognized one as Thuggory of the Meathead tribe. His eyes widened in surprise, "Thuggory! You survived the attack as well!"
"I did, no thanks to you," Thuggory eyed them warily.
That made Stoick angry. How could he have known that Thuggory had been on that island, alive? The man hadn't gone to Stoick, either.
"Is that Hiccup?" Thuggory's eyes narrowed, taking in the teen's appearance. The messy mop of auburn hair matched that creature he'd seen...
"Uh, that--that'd be me, yeah." Hiccup shifted uncomfortably, feeling a little exposed without his scales and claws.
Stoick stepped in front of his son and the others. "What is the cause of your visit?"
"The cause? The letter, of course. And something else, but we won't discuss that here."
That comment made Hiccup and Stoick exchange a look. If he was on the island, did he see Hiccup and Rhiannon?
The other ship began to empty, and Stoick went to greet them as well. Hiccup stayed close to his mother, unsure of what else was in store.
As Stoick stepped in front of Hiccup, Rhiannon placed her arm around him protectively. She couldn’t wrap him in her wings, so her arms would do. Her eyes were sharp and she stood tall, not intimidated by the new Vikings.
Kiara kept more to the side, observing. Ready to send a message with her magic if needed. She didn’t like the way that one chief was eyeing her mother and brother.
As more chiefs… new chief entered Berk they all looked at Hiccup oddly. Were they appraising the chief’s son? It was the first time they’d seen him, Rhia supposed. For now she kept close to her son and dutifully followed Stoick.
“The chiefs seem oddly on edge. You think it’s our dragons? The letters did explain our peace and Hiccup’s training.” Kia appeared by them. She had gotten annoyed by some of the chiefs’… looks. Like they had been appraising her instead. A few swift glares had them looking away.
The chiefs gathered around Stoick in greeting. Rhiannon watched as some seemed distrusting while others glanced at that Thuggory person in annoyance. Something was up.
A New Beginning - Closed starter @thethreefaes
Hiccup ran through the forest, vision blurry from the tears welling up in them.
His dad was leaving on another trip again, and Hiccup would be all alone... again.
"You'll have Gobber, lad," his father had said, sitting the boy on his knee.
"But I need you!" Hiccup had cried out, "You're always leaving, it isn't fair!"
And, being the wise Viking he was at six years old, he packed himself a little bag and took off into the forest, thinking that maybe if the trolls took him in, they wouldn't leave him.
Tripping over a rock, Hiccup tumbled into the forest floor with a cry of surprise. Dirt was smudged across his tunic, and a few stray leaves were stuck in his hair. Sniffling, he sat up, looking around.
...He was good and lost now.
Fear gripped at him. He had been angry before, but now? He didn't want to live with the trolls. He was scared, and he wanted safety.
Drawing his knees up to his chest, his bag sat beside him as the tears rolled down his cheeks.
A twig snapped, and he looked up in alarm. A girl about his age was there, with red hair similar to his own and green eyes. Sniffling, Hiccup wiped his face with the back of his hand, "You...you're not a troll, are you?"
Hiccup nodded in understanding. He hoped the threat would pass soon, otherwise he'd be taking refuge in his circle more than ever.
Stoick thought that was a good compromise. He didn't like asking this of Rhiannon or the kids but he saw this as necessary until they knew more.
When each of them spoke up with what they'd do to help, the chief looked at every one of them with fatherly pride. "Good. I'm proud of you, all of you." He then turned to Rhiannon. "My thoughts exactly. If I hadn't seen it for myself, I wouldn't have believed it." They would take precautions, and do what they could to ensure the safety of their people and dragons.
Getting to his feet, Stoick leaned on the fae for support. Hiccup watched them leave, feeling a mix of emotions that he didn't quite know how to deal with.
Lyra's voice cut through the turmoil, and he faced her with confusion at first. As soon as she explained, his eyes widened and he nodded. "Lyra, that's genius." Having a project too would help him think things through, and it would provide a place for his pent up energy to go. "I'll go with you. Let's head to the stables first. There's bound to be loads of scales there."
Another look at his sister told him something else: he needed to check and make sure she was okay. She looked more shaken than the others, and they all deserved to know how they found Stoick.
Before they all went to do their tasks, he explained as best he could what they found, and all his dad had said on that island. As he finished, he looked between his sisters and Ash. "He...I've never seen him so, so shaken up. I've never even seen him injured. Whatever this Drago guy did, it was..." Unable to find the words, he simply shook his head, "it was bad."
Moving and pacing felt strange without the weight of his wings. The teen squared his shoulders, already wanting to get his wings back out. "If this Drago guy shows up, we'll be ready."
It was solemn feeling as they all went their ways. Lyra sticking closer to Hiccup. She was glad he liked her idea. They both needed something to keep their hands busy. Ash looked reluctant to leave. He approached Hiccup and Lyra.
“I’ll be as fast as possible. Get the Fire Opals up to speed and ready. Then I’ll be back.” He clasped Hiccup’s arm then turned to Lyra. He surprised her with a cocky smirk and took her hand, kissing it. Lyra’s face turned bright red. It had been a while since the dragain fae had been a jokester.
“Stay safe.” And then he was walking through the shadows and gone. Lyra was still red when she mumbled,
“Not a word.” She then headed out the door to the stables.
~~~~~
Days passed as Berk prepared for a possible war. Yet as every day passed and nothing happened, the fae found themselves relaxing back into a comfortable routine. Going to Hiccup’s ring when needed. Sure their traits were still hidden, but laughter and smiles had returned.
Then a day came that had Ash running into Berk and directly to Stoick.
“Chief! Two ships on the horizon. They bear flags of other tribes.” Ash was tense, unsure if this was a good thing or bad. The young man was dressed similar to Hiccup these days, his red eyes a dark brown. Though he carried more blades than Hiccup.
“Why would they come here? Could they think Hiccup or another has become chief thinking you dead?” Kiara placed a hand on Hiccup’s shoulder. Were they anticipating challenging Hiccup for chiefhood? Wanting to take control of the land?
How disappointed they will be to see Stoick then. But would they then blame Stoick for the attack on the other chiefs? He lived and dragons were everywhere on Berk.
“Or do you think your letters finally got to them? They could be coming to create an alliance.” Rhiannon offered calmly. She understood Kia’s nerves. But it could simply be instead of sending a reply they came themselves.
A New Beginning - Closed starter @thethreefaes
Hiccup ran through the forest, vision blurry from the tears welling up in them.
His dad was leaving on another trip again, and Hiccup would be all alone... again.
"You'll have Gobber, lad," his father had said, sitting the boy on his knee.
"But I need you!" Hiccup had cried out, "You're always leaving, it isn't fair!"
And, being the wise Viking he was at six years old, he packed himself a little bag and took off into the forest, thinking that maybe if the trolls took him in, they wouldn't leave him.
Tripping over a rock, Hiccup tumbled into the forest floor with a cry of surprise. Dirt was smudged across his tunic, and a few stray leaves were stuck in his hair. Sniffling, he sat up, looking around.
...He was good and lost now.
Fear gripped at him. He had been angry before, but now? He didn't want to live with the trolls. He was scared, and he wanted safety.
Drawing his knees up to his chest, his bag sat beside him as the tears rolled down his cheeks.
A twig snapped, and he looked up in alarm. A girl about his age was there, with red hair similar to his own and green eyes. Sniffling, Hiccup wiped his face with the back of his hand, "You...you're not a troll, are you?"
While most of his family sat, Hiccup couldn't. He paced, his uneven footfalls the only noise in an otherwise quiet household. Toothless had elected to stay outside, knowing the home would be crowded, but Hiccup silently wished his best friend had stayed.
Stoick shook his head. "No. Berk needs to be ready," he put his empty plate to the side, his mind at work. "Ground all dragons. No one is to leave the island until further notice," his eyes flitted to Ash, "the only exception are your circles. Drago can't track those."
Ground all dragons? Hiccup's pacing stopped, his green eyes wide. "For how long?" Toothless was the only way that Hiccup could experience flight. It wasn't the same both ways anymore, Toothless now had an automated prosthetic, but the dragon still preferred to fly with his best friend.
"Until we know that Berk is safe," Stoick's tone was sharp, his exhaustion making him lose control. Hiccup's mouth snapped shut, his wings lowering behind him so they practically brushed across the floor.
Taking a breath, the chief continued. "Inform our allies of what happened at the gathering. Let them be ready, and let us pray to Thor that man never comes to our shores. In the meantime, we will ready ourselves for war."
"War?"
"Drago will stop at nothing to control all the dragons. He likely knows that we have allied ourselves with them and will make us a target." It was only moments after He had told the other chiefs of Berk's progress when Drago had infiltrated.
He looked at each of his kids, including Ash, then at Rhiannon, "And if he finds you, any of you...I don't know what he'll do. As a precaution, I suggest you all look as human as you can. We must be ready, and I can't lose any of you. I won't risk it."
As he finished speaking, his eyes fell on Hiccup and Ash. Being dragon fae, Stoick saw them both at a higher risk. Drago's men were hunters of all things dragon. What would they do to these boys if they got a hold of them?
Hiccup's fist was clenched, but he tucked away his fae features. His wings disappeared, the scales melting into his freckled skin. "Fine." He hated hiding, and hadn't looked his father in the eye until after he looked human again. But the look on his dad's face gave him pause. Why is he looking at me like that?
Stoick gave a small nod, his eyes glistening. Hiccup resembled Valka even more, now that he was growing up. It was harder to see the resemblance with the fangs and scales, but now it was clear. The chief tore his eyes away, clearing his throat. "I should go, I think I ought to rest."
Grounding the dragons was a temporary percussion. There was no way to enforce it long term and even so… Rhia doubted it would help. Her eyes flitting to Hiccup. They all needed to feel the sky, but her son more so than most.
“For now, if the itch to fly or drop disguise becomes too much you can do so only inside Hiccup’s circle. But, you must tell either me or Stoick that is where you’re going and you will return before dark.” She looked to each child to make sure they understood.
Rose was the first to hide her wings. It was easier for her anyways. The usually playful fae serious as she leaned back into the couch.
“Hate ta say it, but looks like the forge will need ta light up and work on more weapons. Probably armor too.” Rose crossed her arms.
“I’ll write to Mossyhill explaining everything. See if they can offer sentinels to keep an ear for any rumors.” Kiara’s ears rounded out and her wings disappeared. The fae shivering at the feeling.
“I’ll go back to Terria. Speak with Phoenix and Crimson. No matter what, Berk is still the Fire Opal’s clan sister. They’ll be ready to protect.” The fact Ash was willingly going back and to speak to Crimson spoke of his dedication to Berk and his new family.
Lyra and Rhiannon’s wings and features disappeared. Ash staring at Lyra a moment before looking away. It was strange seeing them without their wings. Without a part of themselves.
“I’ll work with Gothi. We’ll need plenty of human and fae medicines. Burn salves especially. This Drago controlling dragons brings worry on how he is doing it.” Rhiannon looked over the tired chief. She could feel the worry for them coming off him.
“Here. Let me walk you home so you may rest.” Rhia stood and went to Stoick. Lyra shuffled out of the way but had been surprisingly quiet. Without her wings the little fae looked even smaller.
“I’ll collect dragon scales.” Lyra said softly, looking to Hiccup as their parents left.
“We can… can make shields or armor with the dragon scale resistance. Protect from fire or even acid attacks.”