Toothcup Week is a week-long celebration of Hiccup, Toothless, and the deep bond that they share. Whether platonic or romantic, friendly or familial, I want to invite you to take this opportunity to show your love for the two that started our beloved franchise.
I was playing Tumblr's April Fool's game and your icon appeared as snake food - I don't know what that means or if it did anything, but in any case it reminded me of how fun Toothcup Week has been!
So thank you again for hosting this event :)
I haven't played the April Fool's game yet, but I don't think that it affects other blogs, just your highscore, I think.
Anyway, no problem! I love hosting the event! <3 <3
Summary: Hiccup builds a canopy bed for him and Toothless.
Fandom: How To Train Your Dragon
Pairing: Hiccup/Toothless
Word Count: 732
Rating: General
Warnings: Minor Swearing
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 @toothcup-week Toothcup Week 2025 Day 6/Nov 15: “Nesting” and based off this thread started by @autumndragon about Hiccup coming up with a canopy bed.
Warnings: None
Characters: Hiccup, Toothless
Summary of the whole week: Hiccup and Toothless didn't take long to become inseparable friends, their bond was strong and ever growing - even into an uncharted territory none of them was expecting.
Summary of the day: In which secrets are finally revealed and Toothless has a question to ask.
Additional info: Hiccup can speak the dragons' language (it's the part in italics); there's references to Day 2, "Secrets", and Day 4/5
Word count: 3000
Not set during "Stryke out", but they just got home from that adventure, so it's referenced here and there, especially in the beginning. Inspired by this post and its reblogs, so thank you for the idea :)
I hope I managed to write something convincing and not rushed, I'm not that sure about how it turned out - maybe because I already wrote something similar, so in my mind I'm subconsciously comparing them? Who knows
I wanted to incorporate the alternative prompt "Future", but in the end I only managed to write a couple of paragraphs? I hoped for more, but oh well, at least it's there!
Enjoy! :)
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Dragon’s Edge was their home, and it was beautiful. Spotting the shape of their island in the distance after hours of exhausting flight filled Hiccup’s heart with an indescribable joy, and he couldn’t refrain from letting out an excited scream – Toothless echoed him, and joined his voice with such a powerful roar that it startled Barf and Belch, who were flying right in front of them.
Despite this, only once they landed and his feet touched the wooden planks in front of the clubhouse did reality sink in: they were home. They were free, far away from that fighting ring and the nightmare it brought. No more dragon would be forced to fight there, they made sure of it, the newly reunited team didn’t waste time and blasted all their attacks together on that vile place, turning it into a shambles of dust and ruins.
Just the previous day they had been caged, with painful chains that burdened their minds and bodies as the hunters forced them to play their twisted games; now, on their own island with their friends, even the last remnants of those fear and desperation were finally allowed to subside and fade into a distant memory.
Sure, every time he moved the rattling of their chains and Toothless’ whimpers of agony still hunted his ears, and he suspected it’d take a lot of time before he’d stop checking his ankles or examine his beloved dragon’s face for any sign of discomfort – but he’d get there, sooner or later.
Before his emotions had the chance to fully settle and he could savour the air of home, though, his friends stormed them, flooding them with quick touches and frantic questions.
Judging by their sleep-deprived appearance and the worries still lingering in their eyes, those past days had been hard for them as well. Even Snotlout looked visibly worse for wear, though he tried to mask it with his typical tough façade.
There would be plenty of time to tell the tale of their captivity and analyse all they had found out, in hopes of using it to their advantage – but frankly, now that the danger was over and they were safe, Hiccup’s strength began to fail him, and an overwhelming exhaustion crept up in his body. He forced himself to smile at them and return their hugs, but when he opened his mouth to answer some of their questions, his words refused to come out.
His limbs were shaking, and all he craved was some alone time with his dragon to collect himself and recover in peace from the whole ordeal.
He stepped back from the suffocating little crowd around him and faced Toothless, whose face mirrored his same desires.
He wished he could explain himself to his friends, but his forces were rapidly deteriorating, and all he could do was stare at them with his mouth open, hoping they’d somehow understand his silent plea.
But Astrid noticed, and listened even when no word was spoken.
So Hiccup jumped back on Toothless’ neck before they took off, his face relaxing against the wind as they neared the clouds in the sky. He knew she would deal with the others and take care of the whole situation; he appreciated it, and silently thanked the gods for her.
Their flight quickly gained speed, which any other day would fill him with excitement and energy, but in that moment his mind was focused on one thing only: get to their hut, rest, and let the silence wash away his cares.
Only, Toothless didn’t stop at their hut. Instead, he kept flying, flapping his wings with more and more vigour, passing over the forest, circling the volcano and pushing forward until an unfamiliar landscape opened up before their eyes. They had explored the whole island, sure, but they rarely ventured outside their living areas.
They had already spent most of their day flying to escape the hunters’ base, and now Hiccup’s back was screaming in protest, so he laid down on his beloved, trusting him to guide them safely through the air. If his dragon desired to enjoy a bit longer the freedom offered by the altitude, who was he to judge or interrupt him?
However, that wasn’t the reason behind their detour, and it became apparent once they entered the forest, gliding through a wide patch of scarce trees so that they could land softly and without issues.
Hiccup wasn’t sure he had ever been there, nor were there any signs of humans’ passage.
The sun easily permeated through the thin canopy of loose leaves, casting long shadows on them; the dirt was floored with smooth moss and tiny mushrooms, only rarely interrupted by some colourful flower.
“Why are we here?” he asked, his eyes darting in search of a clue, yet he only found traces of wild animals and leaves that crunched when he stepped on them.
Toothless didn’t answer, rather he nudged him forwards before taking the lead and delving deeper into the forest, following an invisible path. Hiccup was at a loss, but once again he complied without resistance.
They walked for a while, no words spoken between them, letting the silence be filled with the distant chirping of the birds and the buzz of the occasional bug flying by. The terrain was a bit rough, and a couple of times his weakened legs refused to climb over the short hills that raised here and there from the ground; Toothless was always there by his side, ready to help him and push him when needed.
Despite the tiredness, Hiccup’s curiosity grew with each step as they roamed deeper and deeper: the forest was now dense, trees crowded around them with their intimidating height. The shadows stretched out as fewer rays of light managed to circumvent the gnarled branches and the lush foliage above their heads; the silence thickened, weighing down with all its might on them. It was difficult to see around them, and he had to squint to make out the details of their surroundings.
And yet, notwithstanding all of that, the darkness never felt ominous not oppressive, because Hiccup and Toothless were together, and they were going where the dragon wanted: with those conditions, even the gloomiest places would seem bright and pleasant.
Right as Hiccup was about to speak up and ask for an explanation, their walk finally came to a stop. They had reached their destination.
Toothless stepped aside to allow him a cleaner view, and Hiccup gasped at the sight in front of him. He couldn’t believe his eyes.
A small clearing had opened in front of them, circled by tall trees that swirled around like they were trying to cover it up from unworthy eyes, and a trail of small pebbles left the line of the woods and lead to a tiny pond in the centre; a thin layer of mist was hovering over the clean waters, hiding like a treasure the surface of those hot waters that warmed the whole space up to a pleasant temperature.
Now that the sun could shine bright over the place and nourish the ground, the grass had spurted tall and soft under his feet, with patches of flashy flowers here and there whose rich and vivid colours glowed under the golden sunlight.
It was mesmerising. It was beautiful.
The wind was free to roam around, and a soft breeze caressed their faces before diverting his attention to something that shifted in the corner of his eye.
He walked around the hot spring, slowly, with caution, to give his mind some time to understand what he was seeing.
A silky sheet was hanging from the branches of the first trees, anchored by iron rods and hinges that glimpsed in the light. He recognised the metal as the one he himself produced in his forge, but he had no idea how it got there nor why.
He turned his head back to look at Toothless, expecting some answer to the riddle, but he simply leaped over the hot spring to join him and nodded.
Questions piled up in Hiccup’s mind, but his beloved’s reassuring smile kept his worries at bay.
He raised a hand and pulled the sheet, that whispered as they rolled along the rods.
Now that the cloth was out of the way, Toothless’ secret laid bare before him, and love and joy exploded in his heart, so strong that he couldn’t help but throw his arms around his neck and hug him tight, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes.
He sniffed and planted a kiss on the side of Toothless’ scales.
Behind that cloth and surrounded on all sides by more, his thickest furs, the same ones he had been missing, were spread on the ground to form a wise, fluffy bed; the surface was covered in huge pillows, and petals of violet and red pansies were scattered everywhere, the vibrant colours gleaming in the dimmed light.
The whole world was shunned away by the hanging sheet, that protected them on each side just like the canopy of leaves above their heads. Nothing could bother them in that little haven, it was secluded, far away from the inhabited part of the island, and hidden from prying eyes. Peace reigned supreme in that beautiful corner of heaven.
It was something he never thought he’d have, though he couldn’t deny that he often dreamt about it.
It was a nest.
Over the years he had spotted plenty of dragons nesting with their mates and families, creating safe spaces and using them as a more private home. The nests combined the personalities of their members, so much so that it was impossible to have two identical ones – from the way they were built, the materials used, the placement of the objects, everything had to be perfect for the couple, and this one… This one just screamed Toothless and Hiccup’s names.
Among the pillows small objects and trinkets they both held dear peeked through: there was the project for Toothless’ first tailfin, kept as a keepsake even when the design was completely outdated, the parchment bent in some places and tarnished at the corners; there was the horribly sewn Night Fury stuffed doll that Hiccup had once gifted his dragon for Snoggletog; there was also the lavishly decorated paperweight Toothless had mischievously stolen from Viggo Grimborn himself not too long ago, simply because Hiccup had called it “pretty”.
That place represented them, it showed their story, it bared their bond.
It was perfect.
Toothless wiggled free of his hug, and locked his eyes with him.
The air around them shifted, permeated by a new seriousness, and Hiccup felt a heavy weight settle on his stomach – he knew what was going to come now. His throat tightened, and he tried to take a deep breath, only to find his attempts thwarted by the huge lump that had formed there.
He stared at those beautiful, green eyes he had grown to love, and his legs weakened in trepidation. He couldn’t believe this was actually happening, his brain couldn’t wrap itself around it, how could he be sure he was awake and not lost in a lovely dream?
There was no need for words between them. Hiccup knew exactly what Toothless wanted to ask him, and Toothless knew exactly what he was going to say in return.
Yet his beloved still spoke, cementing that reality once and for all.
“It’s not yet finished, but after what we’ve just been through I couldn’t wait any longer” he started before bowing in front of him, his wings raised up towards the sky.
“Hiccup, I created this nest for you, as a token of my respect and devotion to you, of my desire to share everything with you, myself included. I will never leave your side, from now on this will be my home, because you’re the one I belong with – Toothless paused for a second, his voice trembling with emotion – it would be the highest honour if you accepted my gift, and I promise never to part from you unless you yourself decide to send me away. May this be the first of many symbols of my love for you”
Toothless’ language had always felt harsh to his ears, it was the language of a dragon born to wreak havoc on the world with his power; and yet, it was able to convey such an intensity of feelings that melted Hiccup’s insecurities away and made his stomach flutter. His heart swelled at the sheer love radiating from him, and he choked down a sob.
He raised Toothless’ head, closing his eyes not to see that beloved face laced with such strong, visible emotions, or he feared he wouldn’t be able to keep himself from losing his composure and breaking down.
Hiccup was aware of the implications behind his dragon’s words: he had just asked him to become his mate.
This was a pivotal moment, one he couldn’t go back from, no matter what he did. Night Furies, like most dragons, mated for life, and Toothless must have spent a long time musing on this, given the thoughtfulness he poured into the nest; Hiccup, on the other hand, had only recently came to realise his feelings.
He could choose not to reply and take some time to reflect, he didn’t need to rush into a decision.
But honestly, he did anticipate Toothless’ proposal, and had spent most of the flight back home lost in his thoughts, pondering his moves, analysing his emotions to make sure he was making the right decision.
Just like the first day they met, it only took him a split second to decide his future: back then, he had freed Toothless from his bindings, a reckless move that revolutionised his entire life. Now that everything culminated into this heartfelt gift, his world would change once again. His heart had spoken, his brain agreed.
He didn’t need more time. He was ready, he couldn’t imagine himself ever growing tired of Toothless.
He took his first steps into the nest and sat at the centre of the fuzzy furs, his hands gripping them with all the strength he could muster to ground himself.
“Toothless, I love this nest, and I love you. From now on, this shall always be home for my heart, a haven I’m glad I’m sharing with you”
He could have added so much more, but there was no need to, not when he could let his eyes convey all the affection he was hiding in his chest. Toothless would be able to understand it.
And in fact, proving him right, Toothless roared in excitement, shaking the trees around them and the ground itself. Joy and laughter erupted from the both of them as the dragon jumped into the nest, officially marking it as their own.
Pure bliss wrapped itself tight around them before settling in their hearts; it coursed through their veins like a powerful river, warming them up from the inside with its pleasant heat.
They had tied the knot. Now they were mates, bound to each other for all eternity.
And they couldn’t be happier about it.
Unsurprisingly, the old plan of retreating to their hut was quickly forgotten, and they laid there instead, arms and paws intertwined, relishing the presence of the other by their side.
“So you did this? All by yourself?” he mumbled, not daring to interrupt their peace.
“Of course not. With all the time you spend ogling me I thought you’d have noticed my lack of thumbs”
Hiccup couldn’t help but laugh at that. He loved his dragon so much. And apparently, his feelings had been obvious to anyone but himself.
“Who helped you then?” he asked, now curious to know who else had been involved and was aware of their newly developed relationship.
“Fishlegs”
Oh. It made sense. Out of all the people they knew nobody was as passionate about dragons or informed about their traditions, he was the perfect person to bridge their worlds; and he would never judge them nor betray their secrets, even if he himself couldn’t fully relate to them. He truly was an amazing friend, and Hiccup would make sure to thank him later.
And he should have guessed it: that’s why Fishlegs was acting so suspicious and secretive lately!
Now every mystery was finally solved, every secret brought to life.
Hiccup sighed, shifting until his whole body was pressed against his mate’s, enjoying his warmth against his skin. He was happy. Happier than he had been in a very long time, possibly his entire life.
Worries about their future crept up at the corner of his mind, but as long as he laid in their nest they were powerless, and he warded them off by caressing Toothless’ neck with a kiss.
They would plan how to deal with their friends and family later. They couldn’t let the secret out, the less people knew about it the better; Fishlegs was a necessary exception, but they’d all be safer if they kept their relationship hidden. He couldn’t trust anyone, not with this, not when Toothless’ life was on the line – he feared their enemies, sure, but also the laws of his people.
Thus, their main home would still be their hut, ready to intervene in case of an attack, and albeit it was a bit inconvenient, having their nest so secluded and far away from civilisation proved itself to be a wonderful and safe idea, one he’d always thank Toothless for.
They stayed there, free from concerns and doubts, basking in the warm intimacy their nest provided, their ears resonating with each other’s slow, relaxed heartbeat, the same air shared between them. It was perfect. Even better than anything Hiccup could ever dream of.
In that sanctuary of love, nothing could come between them, not as long as they were together.
Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence
Characters: Hiccup, Toothless, unnamed dragons (mentioned), dragon hunters (mentioned)
Summary of the whole week: Hiccup and Toothless didn't take long to become inseparable friends, their bond was strong and ever growing - even into an uncharted territory none of them was expecting.
Summary of the day: In which Hiccup's world crashes when Toothless' blood is spilt.
Additional info: Hiccup can speak the dragons' language (it's the parts in italics); there's both physical and verbal violence
Word count: 2267
Still set during "Stryke out", when Toothless is brought inside the arena. Is Hiccup a bit more ruthless than one might expect? Maybe, but he never backed from a fight if it meant defending Toothless. I didn't plan all this violence at first, but Hiccup refused to stay put.
And finally he too realises his feelings! Yay! The week is almost over, it was time lol
Enjoy! :)
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The hunters had left them alone during the first day of their captivity. Only once a couple of them had entered their cell to drop some fish on the ground, but they refused to answer any of Hiccup’s questions.
He had made some progress with the other dragons and spent the entire afternoon trying to free Toothless of his muzzle, yet the metal was strong, the lock difficult to reach, and eventually he had to stop once his sore fingers began to bleed. He didn’t even bother tinkering with the chains; they were too sturdy for a plasma blast, what chance did his tiny fingers have?
The next day he was woken up by the creaking of the door that swung open towards them. Four hunters entered their cell, grunting as they pushed forward a small cage.
The wheels squeaked while rolling, and the sound echoed ominously in the silence – nobody dared make a noise, a slimy terror had washed over all of them and was now squeezing their hearts in its tight morse. Hiccup wanted to speak up, but a heavy lump in his throat was choking his narrow airways, shutting his words before they even had the possibility to escape his lips.
The thumping of his heartbeat in his ears loudened as their enemies approached, and his mind filled with swirling thoughts: who was that cage for? Glancing out the window earlier he had spotted some kind of arena, what was its purpose?
He had no answer, and he hated not knowing.
The uncertainty of their situation stung, and not for the first time he wished their friends would rush to rescue them. They were their only hope in that place of desperation.
The hunters kept pushing the cage through the rough terrain, their strain clearly shown in their gritted teeth and moans of fatigue, until they stopped right in front of them.
Hiccup’s breathing stopped as well, and he stepped closer to Toothless, whose pupils were now nothing more than a thin slit, ready to attack at the first chance he’d get; he opened his arms and widened his stance, a desperate attempt to hide his dragon as much as his small frame allowed him to and hoping at the same time that they had come for him, not for his best friend.
It would make sense after all. He was the odd one in the bunch, and he was sure Viggo wanted nothing more than to have him caged at his mercy; as scary as the thought of being brought to his foe was, far away from Toothless and any chance of salvation, it was still far better than the alternative. He could handle pain. He could handle being left alone to fend for himself.
But he refused to allow any harm to come to Toothless.
He growled and bared his teeth in warning, but the hunters had other plans.
One of them pushed him away with his huge hands as if he weighed less than a leaf, sending him on the ground; the impact was violent, his whole body crumpled and smashed against the rocks, and his vision swayed as every single bone screamed in pain, his head louder than the rest.
The hunters pulled Toothless’ chains. He needed to stop them and protect his best friend, and yet his limbs refused to cooperate. The door of the cage opened.
No, no, that couldn’t be happening, he had to get up and do something, he had to-
A kick to his stomach halted his movements, and he couldn’t help the pained whimper that escaped him.
Toothless’ muzzle was muffling his wails, though the sound still pierced Hiccup’s ears, pouring more desperation into his heart. His dragon thrashed around and tried to resist, but the hunters were strong and he was outnumbered. Their fate was sealed as the lock of the cage fell into its place.
Their eyes met one last time and shouted all the panic none of them could put into words.
Hiccup stared at his best friend as he was brought away from him, his vision rapidly deteriorating; once the cage disappeared from his sight and the door closed shut again, a wave of dizziness took over him and oblivion prevailed over consciousness.
When he opened his eyes again, the Gronckle was right next to him, licking his blood off his arms.
She was tender and sweet despite having just met them, and a tiny smile popped up in his face since she reminded him of Meatlug and Fishlegs. He wondered what they were doing. He thanked her for her help as he forced his wobbly legs to bear his weight.
The tired silence of their cell had been replaced by the roar of hundreds of people cheering, and the need to find out where the hunters had taken Toothless burned inside him. He turned to the barred window behind him.
His blood boiled, and he gasped without even noticing. It was a fighting ring, currently hosting the battle between Toothless and the Razorwhip they were sharing the cell with.
It was cruel. It was inhumane. And it was exactly the kind of things the twisted mind of a dragon hunter would call ‘entertainment’.
Toothless was a formidable warrior, fast, precise, powerful. He could have easily won the match the second it started and overpower his adversary without raising his finger, yet no blood had been spilt, and judging by the amount of dust on their bodies they had been there for a while.
He sighed fondly, knowing exactly the reason. Because the Night Fury was also incredibly compassionate and was aware that the Razorwhip was just another unfortunate victim of the hunters’ sick games.
His stomach still churned at the sight of his best friend being forced into such a danger like a mindless animal, and his heart raced at the thought of all the ways that encounter could go wrong; he couldn’t divert his gaze from the horrific show displayed right in front of him, and he followed Toothless’ movements with bated breath, praying the gods for his dragon’s safety.
Toothless was mostly circling around the arena, hissing and growling, exploiting the fear his appearance naturally elicited in those who crossed his path. It was the best tactic to delay the actual combat, and Hiccup had to bite his lip to prevent himself from shouting praise and encouragements: Toothless needed absolute concentration, for any mistake could have dire consequences.
However, the Razorwhip was growing impatient, soon enough the scare tactics would grow ineffective on him. Hiccup was fully aware of this, yet no amount of anticipation could have prepared him for the moment he decided to launch his attack on the Night Fury; he shot his spiny tail up in the air, and the afternoon sun hit his smooth, metallic scales, reflecting the rays all over the arena.
The crowd cheered.
It was majestic and intelligent. It was awfully dangerous.
Blinded by the unexpected light, Toothless squinted his eyes and tilted his head away, just for a moment, just enough to adjust and recover from the surprise.
But it was too late.
By the time he resumed his stance the Razorwhip had already covered the distance between them and stroke his first blow.
Blood dripped on the sand. Toothless screamed in pain, his wounded paw jolting up, and he shot a blast to ward off his enemy.
Hiccup screamed together with him and cried, tears rushing out of his eyes as he desperately punched the bars that kept him and his dragon apart. He had to break them, he had to reach Toothless and help him.
“Woah, get a hold of yourself, boy”
Hiccup snapped his head to his left, where a guard was sitting on a stool on their side of the door. He hadn’t even noticed him before.
“What? All this fuss just because your pet got a little scratch?”
Your pet. Your pet.
Toothless was not a pet. He was intelligent, brave, he had an identity, a complex mind, a language, he was not a pet, he was a soul. A soul Hiccup loved, there was no denying it, not when witnessing that ‘little scratch’ hurt so deeply. He loved his dragon, he loved hearing his ideas and listening to his tales, he also loved just having him close, and now he had been forced to watch, helpless, unable to intervene, while the same dragon who made his heart flutter with a simple smile was fighting to death.
To say that Hiccup was in a horrible mood was a huge understatement.
Being held prisoner already stressed him, anxiety and worries eating him alive as his mind struggled to find a solution to their predicament, and having Toothless’ life on the line only exacerbated those feelings – he had been bottling up all his emotions, and was now as tense as a bowstring ready to snap.
And snap he did. The hunter’s casual comment turned all the mess inside him into a deep rage that rushed through his veins and powered up his muscles.
It was a terrible idea, a tiny part of him was still sane enough to realise it; he was weak, malnourished, in an unfavourable position.
But he wasn’t going to let such disrespectful words slide.
He sprinted towards the guard, a powerful roar emanating from his chest, and punched the man’s face with all the might he could muster, the desire for revenge fuelling his blow.
His hand hurt. Good. Because it meant he had landed the hit with success, and a breathy laugh erupted spontaneously from deep within him when blood began flowing from his nose, rapidly smothering his face and dripping on the stone below.
Normally he wasn’t one for violence, in fact he tried to avoid it as much as possible, even when it would be the easiest solution, but in that moment it was completely justified. Nobody could belittle his beloved dragon and get away with it.
“Nobody can call him a pet” he hissed, before stepping back from the furious hunter in hopes to evade the retaliation he was sure would follow his crazy behaviour.
However, the guard never had his chance. The door of the cell creaked open, and the familiar cage rolled inside.
“You’re a freak, you’ll pay for this, you hear me? I'll kill you with my own hands, monster” the man threatened, spitting on him, while he was being escorted out by his companions.
And with that, silence fell upon them once more.
Hiccup rushed to the cage and snapped the lock to let Toothless out. He had been crowned winner of the match, and since he had started fighting immediately after his injury, he wasn’t hurt anywhere else. That was a huge relief.
“Easy bud, let me help you” he crooned with a tender voice, allowing part of his dragon’s weight to rest on him in order not to aggravate the pain in his paw.
Toothless’ breathing was laboured, his muzzled jaw clenched tight, and a soft, muffled whimper flowed from his chest with every step. Hiccup’s heart broke at the sight, and once again he prayed their friends would hurry.
His forces abandoned him as soon as they reached their corner of the cell and the comfort of a bit of privacy, and his legs gave out under him – but Hiccup was there to catch him and soften the fall, never once interrupting his stream of encouragement and soothing words.
The gush was deep, though it seemed a fairly clean cut, which was good, and sparked some hope back into their weary spirits. Jagged edges would have been way more difficult to keep clean and free from infections.
Without a second thought, Hiccup ripped the hem of his tunic and used it to bandage the wound. There was no water to clean off the dried blood and the dust, but at least the bleeding would stop for good.
Hiccup glanced up to meet Toothless’ eyes. He looked exhausted, tiredness clung heavily to his face, and his head kept lowering down just to jolt back up again after a moment; he was clearly using whatever strength he had left to keep himself awake.
“It’s okay, bud, you can rest now, you’re safe” he whispered, stroking the sides of his face with his hands.
“I’m so proud of you” he added. And he was, his heart was swelling with pride and love. Toothless was his whole world, and he had just survived yet another dangerous ordeal.
Those words had the desired effect, and the dragon’s eyelids finally closed, allowing him to step into the world of dreams and get the rest he deserved so much.
Now that his dragon was tended to, with peace reigning over them and the light of the sun dimming, a sudden wave of weariness washed over Hiccup: all the intense emotions he had been hiding deep within him now refused to stay put and demanded their toll.
Unable to resist that request, he curled up against Toothless’ exposed belly, resting his head on his uninjured paw. It wasn’t a comfortable position, his neck was twisted, his legs were bent in front of his chest in order to fit into such a tight space, and his whole body shifted slightly every time the dragon’s chest rose with breathing.
It didn’t matter though. After what they had just gone through he refused to leave Toothless’ side, and he suppressed his sobs by planting teary kisses on his scales.
He succumbed to sleep shortly after, comforted by the warm embrace of his beloved.
Warnings: None
Characters: Toothless, Hiccup, unnamed dragons (mentioned)
Summary of the whole week: Hiccup and Toothless didn't take long to become inseparable friends, their bond was strong and ever growing - even into an uncharted territory none of them was expecting.
Summary of the day: In which Toothless and Hiccup wake up, prisoners of the dragon hunters.
Additional info: Hiccup can speak the dragons' language (it's the parts in italics)
Word count: 1721
Set during "Stryke out", as soon as they wake up, before they learn about the fighting arena: this is the morning after they get drugged at the beginning of the episode (or the morning after my fanfic for day 3 if you prefer). I might have twisted a bit the order of the events. But what is this? Finally some explicit Toothcup thoughts now that Toothcup week is technically finished? Yep! And there's more to come in the next days (this is what happens when I choose to participate only a couple of days before the beginning of the event and thus can't write anything in advance)
Apparently I'm a sucker for characters who stare lovingly at the other while they do stuff, and I like to think Toothless fell hard lol
Enjoy! :)
@toothcup-week
The dawn of a new day bled through a tiny, barred window behind them, bathing the place in a dim, pink light and marking the beginning of their captivity.
Toothless woke up with a startle from nightmares of rancid smells, fears and hopelessness; only, it wasn’t a dream. It was a memory. They had walked right into the hunters’ lair and now they had to pay the price for it: the consequences came with the shape of heavy chains clinging to their limbs, a tight muzzle on his snout and a future that only held dread and doubts.
Their cage was carved out of a small cave, damp and brimming with shady corners, with rough rocks as terrain and walls – most noticeably, though, they weren’t alone. A Gronckle, a Monstrous Nightmare, a Nadder and a Razorwhip were all staring at them, their eyes as curious as they were scared. He wasn’t sure whether he was supposed to feel relieved or apprehensive with them in their same prison, and suspicion was quick to rise in his heart.
What was the hunters’ goal? Who was a friend and who a foe?
He grunted, their precarious situation set aside for a moment. Everything hurt. The stone ground was digging into his paws, and the cold seeping through it was bothering him just as much as the weird position he was lying in (did the hunters toss him there? Why was his whole body twisted like that?).
Even the pain in his tail had awakened, right where his prosthesis met his scales, a dull, throbbing ache he hadn’t felt in a very long time.
His restraints were tight, created with the explicit purpose of keeping him as still as possible, but he still tried with all his strength to turn his head to his right as far as that stupid muzzle allowed him to, the metal rattling with every movement: Hiccup had made a sound, and was now stirring. Soon he would wake up from his drug-induced slumber.
His boy looked… Normal. Sure, his clothes were dirty, with the seams ripped here and there, and his face was covered in dust, but it was to be expected. But even in that semi-darkness there was no blood to be seen, no visible injury nor broken bones. Good.
“Toothless?” he muttered. His voice was unsteady, burdened by the same thick drowsiness his face was displaying. To him, though, it was the sweetest of melodies: Hiccup was alive, probably unharmed, and right there at his side. They were together, and that was all he needed.
After a lot of efforts, he managed to warble his boy’s name in response, though the sound was so muffled by that muzzle and his own grogginess that he wasn’t really sure it could be heard despite the silence permeating the place.
He thrashed once more against his restrictions, praying they would snap and set him free, but the hunters were not so dumb as to skimp on the chains holding down a Night Fury, and he was stuck there.
At least, now that the dragon root gas was leaving his system, the pain in his muscles dulled until it disappeared entirely; and yet his heart was still suffering, because he was powerless, unable to reach Hiccup and touch him. How he longed for those chill hands of his to caress his face, like he did whenever he sought comfort! His voice was now his only way of reassuring him that everything would be alright.
He couldn’t help but hold his breath when Hiccup grimaced and stood up, just to fall back down on his knees as his wobbly legs refused to bear his weight.
“I’m fine, it’s just my stupid leg” he hissed between pained wheezes, his hands grasping his left knee. That sentence did very little to calm Toothless’ worries down.
Hearing their language coming out of a human’s mouth startled the other dragons, who immediately began eyeing them with increasing interest – the Gronckle was the first to discard his fears and attempt an approach, but Toothless growled at him before he could take his first step, his eyes squinting in a show of defiance.
Nobody was going to threaten nor bother his boy, not on his watch.
“Now, don’t be rude bud, I’m ok, see?”
He turned once again towards Hiccup to find him more alert and standing up mostly straight, his pretty face brightened up by a tentative smile.
He was indeed alive and well, and a wave of relief and happiness melted all his tension away.
Checking him out he noticed he too was chained, though only at his ankle, and- wait, was that a trick played on him by the dim light of dawn or was the human’s chain longer than his own?
No, it wasn’t an illusion, his eyes weren’t deceiving him. Hiccup was actually relatively free to roam around, and thus he limped until they were face to face, so close that his cold breath brushed against Toothless’ nose. He closed his eyes, pressing his snout against his best friend’s head, simply breathing in his scent and enjoying his presence.
The hunters were going to pay for capturing and endangering them and the dragons in that cell, but in that moment his rage was allowed to subside and cede its place to the soft comfort sparked by Hiccup’s tender touch.
There would be plenty of time later to escape and reunite with their friends on Dragons’ Edge; however, that was the time to soothe their worried hearts and seek solace in each other’s arms and in knowing they were still together, even when danger hung over them.
With a renewed courage and confidence, their situation didn’t seem so dire, and it only took a glance at Hiccup’s face to know they had both come to the same conclusion: they needed the other dragons to trust them if they wanted to escape all together. And that wasn’t negotiable, they could never leave them prisoners there, to rot at the mercy of the cruellest of humans and doomed to become victims of an unknown fate.
Freeing trapped dragons was the very reason they had ventured into the hunters’ territories in the first place after all.
So Toothless reluctantly stepped back and bowed to the others as a sign of good will and apology; they didn’t lower their guards yet, but it was alright, he trusted Hiccup and was confident in his ability to stay safe and gain everyone’s respect. The fact that whenever he tried to speak their language he sounded like a hatchling who had just learnt his first words was definitely an advantage: who could resist such a display of cuteness and gentleness?
While Hiccup approached the Gronckle (smart choice) and worked his magic, Toothless sat down; it took him a while to find a comfortable position on that freezing ground (if only he could open his jaw and heat it up with his fire!), but eventually he managed to find a nice spot and relaxed, never leaving him out of his sight.
His eyes rested on his boy as he fed the Gronckle, twisting his left leg to allow the sun reflected in the metal to shine on his skin and expose any injury. He was so smart, no other human could compare with him – especially not Hookfang’s, it was his fault they were there in the first place.
Hiccup kneeled down to examine the dragon’s paw, and a still shy golden ray of light hit him from behind.
Toothless knew he should have taken advantage of such a rare and valuable moment of peace to plan their escape, but how could he? How could he divert his gaze from Hiccup’s auburn hair when it shined so bright in that cave, blessed by the sun itself? How could he focus on anything but the softness and care he freely poured in every gesture?
The answer was simple. He just couldn’t.
And then, after some whispered words of comfort, before he moved towards a visibly distressed Monstrous Nightmare, Hiccup turned his head to face him and smiled, with such a fondness that it ignited the fire in his chest and glowed like a beam of hope in that place of damnation.
His nostrils filled with smoke and his tail began flicking around without him noticing; he felt like he was drowning in the ocean of feelings his boy unknowingly stirred whenever he gave him that look.
He loved him so much. Over the years he had grown into a wonderful man, a confident leader, an expert fighter able to outsmart his enemies; he could have lost himself after the fight with the Red Death, the lost battles against the dragon hunters, yet he stayed the same good person he had met so many years ago. He always brought out the best in people, even the resistance of Dagur the Deranged himself shattered against Hiccup’s charm – it was simply impossible to resist to him.
Hiccup was a grown man, though still a young one, but he would always be Toothless’ boy, he was too tiny and adorable to abandon that nickname. His attempts at learning the dragons’ language only emphasized that and increased his desire to be close to him and listen to him for eternity.
As Hiccup basked in the sunlight, his gaze still lingering on him, Toothless wanted to tell him this and many more other things. But that stupid muzzle wouldn’t budge, and it refused to let his jaws open; he couldn’t even stick his tongue out to lick his nose, which was a shame, for Hiccup’s nose was shaped like it was created with the sole purpose of being licked by him.
And then his boy resumed his task, severing their eye contact. Toothless, though, kept watching him and admiring that human who had managed to slither past the everlasting hate between their species and seize control of his heart.
Soon they would escape and go back home, he was sure of it: there would be plenty of time then to let loose all the emotion he was hiding behind his loving gaze.
In the meanwhile, he’d rest content savouring that peaceful moment and drinking up Hiccup’s beauty enhanced by the morning sun.
Last day of Toothcup Week 2025 today! I would like to thank anyone who has written for this event and who still plans to write for it!
And for those who do still plan on writing for this event; don't worry! The Ao3 collection will remain open and I will still reblog your fics if you tag me. Today is not the final deadline, today is simply the last official day of Toothcup Week 2025. I'm still very excited to see what else will appear in my notifs or in the collection.
Warnings: None
Characters: Toothless, Hiccup, Snotlout (mentioned)
Summary of the whole week: Hiccup and Toothless didn't take long to become inseparable friends, their bond was strong and ever growing - even into an uncharted territory none of them was expecting.
Summary of the day: In which disaster strykes.
Episode mentioned: "Stryke out", Race to the Edge 3x08
Word count: 1072
Am I late? You bet. But we're getting into the thick of it (though, once again, this too can be read as a stand-alone)! "Stryke out" will always have a special spot in my heart, sure there's a lot of amazing whump scenes in the series, but the part where gas fills Toothless and Hiccup's cell and we see their struggles against it will always be one of my favourite scenes. Enjoy! :)
@toothcup-week
Toothless knew that going on that mission was a terrible idea.
They were exploring a cave based on Hookfang’s human’s hunch that some weird activity was going on in that area, there was no telling what dangers lied ahead of them. And he didn’t like that, not even a little. Especially because they were all alone, two dragons and two humans without back-up venturing into an unknown territory, one that bore the unmistakable marks of dragon hunters’ presence.
Humans had their own distinctive scent, and the hunters’ could only be described as a gut-wrenching fetor: everywhere they went, their presence left a powerful smell of fear and desperation that could linger in the air for days.
The deeper they delved into that place, the stronger the scent became, until his nostrils were flooded with it and he forgot the feel of fresh air. He didn’t like it one bit, but what choice did they have? Exploring areas anyone else would rightfully run away from was their duty, a mission they all accepted long ago, because saving dragons, dismantling the hunters’ hierarchy and protecting their world was too important, for all of them.
Toothless wasn’t too aware of the details of their operation – the previous day he had snuck out of his hut shortly before sunrise, like usual, and once he got back he found a visibly suffering Hiccup confabulating with Snotlout in a corner. Snotlout didn’t seem to have noticed Hiccup’s pain, though, too busy whispering with wide eyes and frantic movements to care.
They kept pointing at some of the countless maps littered around the table and using their hands to act out their plan, and Toothless knew he should have entered the conversation and acquired the information discussed, but frankly that wasn’t what caught his attention.
Unlike the dense humans around him, his mind instinctively focused on the way Hiccup’s weight was almost entirely resting on his good leg, or how his chest rose and lowered with each breath, breaths that came just a little too stiff and controlled for his liking. He couldn’t fathom how nobody seemed to care about such important things, and thus the familiar, tough task of taking care of his stubborn boy rested once again on his shoulders.
A tough task indeed, because spending energy into talking Hiccup out of checking out some newly found information that might give them an advantage against the hunters was beyond useless, he always refused to listen to him and rest, even when the other riders could go in his stead and he could set his worries aside.
Stubborn human.
However, Toothless was equally as stubborn, and would always be there to take care of him, with both fondness and exasperation – just a bit, though, because he couldn’t help but love even that nerve-racking and reckless side of him, the side that pushed him beyond his limits and at the same time allowed him to be fierce, determined and strong.
So off they went, after a restless night of careful planning and strategizing.
Now he wished he had fought harder to stay home, as the metal grate Snotlout accidentally activated lowered down right before their eyes, locking him and Hiccup on the wrong side of a cell.
The sharp bite of regret pierced his heart, and his own terror added to that of all the dragons who had been imprisoned there prior to them. It was suffocating, even nauseating, it entered his lungs and settled down in his guts, shredding them into pieces.
They had to get out of there, he had to bring Hiccup to safety.
Blast after blast, he poured all the strength he could muster into his shots, yet those bars refused to budge under the power of a Night Fury, no matter how hard he tried. He was left breathless, panting, while they stayed still, without even a scratch, almost mocking him and his helplessness. Hookfang and Snotlout were right there, and yet they were unable to reach them, as if a whole ocean divided them.
They were trapped.
He turned towards Hiccup, his amazing human whose mind was filled with creative solutions and ridiculous escape plans that somehow always seemed to work, hoping to find the bright light of a brilliant idea in his eyes – instead, all he found reflected in them was the same desperation that gripped him.
The rancid smell of the cave worsened, turning into a stomach-churning stench that dried his mouth and slowed down his lungs. A purple gas seeped through the walls, surrounding both of them. Dragon root.
He raised his wing, reaching out to his boy to protect him and shield him from the worst of that dangerous air, uncaring of his own safety if it meant sparing him of more suffering. But it was too late. Hiccup had already started to cough, his fingers curled around the bars with a grip that grew weaker and weaker with each passing moment.
Dragon root wasn’t created for humans, it wasn’t dosed for their tiny bodies: they had to break free. Right now.
Fear ran like ice through his veins, freezing his way to his heart, and a way too familiar terror took over him: all the memories of Hiccup being kidnapped, sick or injured flashed in his mind and he doubled his struggles, to reach him and cradle him into his wings. His heart beat at the rhythm of past screams of pain and desperation, the same screams he was forced to hear in his nightmares unless his boy was there with him, reassuring him with his presence.
Were the hunters still around, hiding behind some hidden door and waiting for them to succumb? What would they do with them if (or once?) they were found? The looming danger crushed his hopes, and he cried.
Hiccup’s legs were trembling, but the treacherous gas was overpowering him as well.
In the end Toothless could only watch in horror, scared and helpless, as his strong, beloved boy collapsed right in front of him, just a couple of steps away yet awfully far; he wailed and fought with all his might against the oppressing fatigue in his muscles, but it was all in vain.
Black dots littered his vision and he fell, never once taking his eyes off his boy’s unmoving form and overwhelmed by the instinct to be at his side, as he slipped into unconsciousness.
Warnings: None
Characters: Hiccup, Fishlegs (brief), Toothless (mentioned, albeit often)
Summary of the whole week: Hiccup and Toothless didn't take long to become inseparable friends, their bond was strong and ever growing - even into an uncharted territory none of them was expecting.
Summary of the day: In which Toothless is nowhere to be found, Hiccup feels lonely, and Fishlegs may or may not know something.
Additional tags: Phantom pains
Word count: 1076
Just like yesterday, this can be read as a stand-alone as well, though the secret won't be revealed until later this week. Enjoy! :)
Hiccup's pain wasn't originally planned, but my mind wouldn't let it go
@toothcup-week
When the first lights of the day seeped through the window of his hut, pulling Hiccup away from his nightmares of flames and hunters, Toothless was nowhere to be found.
Just a month earlier that would have been highly unusual, but being alone in the morning was becoming more and more common with each passing day.
Hiccup sighed. He knew he shouldn’t be bitter about it, Toothless was free to do whatever he pleased and definitely didn’t need his permission to leave – he knew the dragon would show up sometime before the sun reached his peak, ready to resume their normal activities and duties.
And yet, he couldn’t deny to himself that being left in the dark stung. Echoes of a past loneliness he’d never get rid of pierced his heart, trying to resurface from the depths of his mind.
When it first started to happen, a couple of weeks earlier, he hadn’t even realised it to be honest, but now his absences were too long and frequent to go unnoticed: there was no denying it, Toothless was hiding something from him.
Which was the weirdest thing, because after years of living together the word ‘secret’ had lost all its meaning, they had seen so much of each other, both their best and their worst sides, that leaving something unshared seemed preposterous. No matter the topic, they were always there for one another, always ready to help out or even simply spend some time together, like the previous day when the sunset became the background of a quiet moment shared between them, an excuse to enjoy each other’s company.
Hiccup always made sure to include Toothless in his projects, to have his best friend in the room with him when information about the hunters was shared and plans were made; at the very least, he never disappeared without telling him where he was going, what he had in mind…
A thick veil of mystery surrounded Toothless’ more often recurring absences, growing into a burden that weighed heavily on him, one he couldn’t help but be afraid of: whenever he tried to get some answers from his dragon, his efforts were met with evasive replies that never uncovered the truth, or worse, silence. What was simmering behind the darkness of the silences?
Keeping secrets meant he couldn’t be of help if needed, offer encouragement or advice, it meant that Toothless was all alone in whatever he was doing. It was a new, unfamiliar dynamic, and his brain struggled to find a balance in this unprecedented situation.
The call of the Night Terrors pulled him out of his thoughts, and Hiccup pushed himself up, shaking his head. He was being overdramatic. Toothless appreciated some privacy, so what? He had to respect it and quit whining, he wasn’t entitled to know anything more than what was freely shared.
The dawn had yet to cast away the cold of the night, and he shivered as his thin blanket slipped away from his body. His thickest furs had gone missing two days prior, and albeit he couldn’t prove it, he was sure the twins were to blame for it. As much as he loved them, they were always to blame if something disappeared or broke on their island.
However, that wasn’t the most pressing issue.
He didn’t even have time to put on his prosthesis before it began, and he forcefully bit his lip to prevent an anguished moan from escaping; sleeping in the cold had the unfortunate side effect of waking up with an aching stump, and now a deep, throbbing fire had risen within it, that sent jolts of white pain all through his leg.
That was going to be a bad day. He prayed it would be a dull, uneventful one to balance it out.
Hiccup tried to breathe through the agony, his hand running circles over his stump in a desperate attempt to find some relief, yet his room still resonated with his pained groans.
It took what felt like an eternity, but the pain eventually subsided, enough to at least strap his metal leg on – the sun was now higher above the horizon, casting upon his hut a shy, golden hue.
It was time for breakfast, as his rumbling stomach reminded him.
His heart sank at the thought of having to get down the stairs and walk all the way to the clubhouse, and Toothless’ absence stung even more; with him by his side even that strenuous task would become more manageable.
He hoped nobody would be awake yet to witness his awkward steps.
The air outside was slow to warm up, and it clung heavily on his skin, wrapping him into a suffocating hold; if only the freezing bites of the wind helped him drag his leg forward! But no, he had to suffer with every step, alone and miserable. Great. Just great.
Relief flooded him once he reached the doors of the clubhouse, and he smiled, his muscles already relaxing at the prospect of the warm fire inside and its promise of melting away the ice in his blood.
Much to his surprise, the room wasn’t empty. Fishlegs was there, sitting at the table, a plateful of scraps from his eaten meal in front of him.
Calling that ‘unexpected’ would be an understatement; Fishlegs always spent his time with Meatlug in the mornings, and spotting them outside before midday was a rare sight. And a Fishlegs without a Meatlug right next to him was an even stranger one.
“Good morning!” he exclaimed.
His arrival must have gone unnoticed, because Fishlegs jumped at his voice, his eyes wide in fear as he sprang up, collecting his bowl and putting it away. Not a word left his mouth. Peculiar.
“Is everything alright? You seem… Agitated”
“Oh, oh, me? No, it’s just- here, let me… I just remembered I have to, you know, because Toothl- oh no, I should not have said that, I need to go, bye!” he babbled, and before Hiccup could even begin to make sense of that mess of random words and interrupted sentences, Fishlegs was gone, dashing out of the open doors.
Hiccup was baffled. He didn’t know how to react to that.
But one thing was certain: whatever Toothless’ secret was, somehow Fishlegs was involved.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
@toothcup-week
Prompt: sunset
Rated: general
Warnings: none
Relationships: Hiccup & Toothless
Word Count: 2,068
Summary: Hiccup readies for what he knows will be his last sunset flight with Toothless. Together, they silently think back to their first sunset flight.
Warnings: None
Characters: Hiccup, Toothless
Summary of the whole week: Hiccup and Toothless didn't take long to become inseparable friends, their bond was strong and ever growing - even into an uncharted territory none of them was expecting.
Summary of the day: In which Hiccup realises there might be something even better than a sunset
Word count: 924
I looked at all the prompts of the week and had an idea: what if it was one single story that spanned seven days? So each prompt is a chapter, and they all make sense both on their own and as part of the whole story, so it's not necessary to read it all. Enjoy! :)
@toothcup-week
Dragon’s Edge was the best place they could have chosen to settle down.
Even after a full year of living there, it never failed to amaze Hiccup with its beauty: from its mountains to its caves and forests, he was beyond grateful to call it his home. The air itself smelled like freedom, like an adventure always eager to be faced with his friends.
He looked up as a small group of Gronckles flew over his head, casting a soft shade on him that vanished as quickly as it had appeared. The grass swayed gently at the breeze their wings blew.
The cliff he was sitting on was right next to the part of the forest they inhabited, a quiet, secluded spot, a bit difficult to reach without flying, but Hiccup didn’t mind hiking through the dense trees and rocks blocking the passage – at least, whenever his leg allowed him to face such a rough terrain without painful flare-ups.
Climbing there was worth it, because it was one of the best spots overlooking the ocean, perfect to admire the sun’s descent into the waters without being interrupted or having the view blocked by rocks or trees like in other parts of the island.
He brushed his fingers through the blades of grass, lazily, without even realising it, while he stared up at the scarce clouds above him, a content smile on his face as their once grey colour turned into a stunning blend of orange and purple.
Life was beautiful. But with the threat of Viggo looming over them, he couldn’t help but wonder how many more times he’d be allowed to simply sit there in peace to enjoy a pretty sunset. Their world could end any minute, every fight could be their last or worse, they could fail and lose everything they’d built so far.
The loud flapping of too familiar wings and a gust of cold air hitting his back pulled him out of his swirling thoughts. He didn’t need to turn around to know it was Toothless who had just landed behind him.
The dragon walked towards him and stretched his wings before lying down at his side, his head resting on his paws. He had clearly just woken up, the last traces of sleep clinging on him like winter that didn’t want to cede its place to spring just yet.
Hiccup’s heart fluttered at the sight, and he scooted closer to him to pass his hand on his neck – it was easy to forget it, but Toothless was a nocturnal dragon, who nonetheless tried his best to adapt to the humans and follow their rhythm: a short nap right before sunset was the last relic of his old nature, the last memory of long forgotten days when the brightest stars were his wake-up calls.
No word could express how grateful Hiccup was to have him by his side. The sacrifices they both had to make in order to create their bond and strengthen it over the years were absolutely worth it: he would give up everything if it meant he could keep staying right there with his best friend, close to him, whether in the middle of a battle or just relaxing on a cliff and waiting for night to swallow up the last rays of light.
Toothless’ scales were smooth yet hard under his hand, but as far as he could feel it the skin underneath was incredibly soft, and Hiccup found himself staring at him, charmed by their black hue and the way his muscles twitched whenever his fingers brushed that sensitive spot right behind his earflaps.
He couldn’t divert his eyes from him, and he realised he didn’t even want to – he was perfectly satisfied drinking up the view of his dragon, from his nose, his closed eyes, his body…
Only when his once clear shape became difficult to distinguish against the surroundings did Hiccup realise how much time had passed; he turned back to face the ocean, but the sun had already disappeared under the horizon, and the moon and the stars were the last guides left against the darkness. Silence surrounded them, all the living creatures around them had already abandoned themselves at the compelling call of sleep.
He chuckled. He had spent so much effort and energy to climb all the way there and have a moment to himself, away from responsibilities, with the sole purpose of admiring one of nature’s pretties displays, and in the end he had miss it entirely, too raptured by Toothless’ presence.
The dragon in question was now looking at him, with a fondness so intense and so pure in his green eyes that Hiccup’s heart couldn’t help but skip a beat, and he scooted even closer to him without even realising it. Now he could lay down his head on his side, and that’s exactly what he did, enjoying the dragon’s warmth under his cheeks.
He sighed, closing his eyes to fully savour that moment of bliss. Toothless was a Night Fury, as fast as lightning, as black as the depths of the ocean, as scary as the gods’ wrath; he was the owner of the night, yet, maybe, night wasn’t all he owned…
Hiccup had missed what he had come for, but when they eventually left and headed back home he was pleased, no trace of disappointment could be found in him, for Toothless was a stunning view, one no sunset could compare with.
Here is the card with the prompt list! Literally all but one is from the Google form as you guys just came up with way better prompts than I could've thought of!
I have decided on holding this week from November 10th to November 16th under the tags #Toothcup Week and #Toothcup Week 2025. If you want to be sure that I reblog your fic, do not hesitate to tag me. :)
The Collection can be found here: Toothcup Week 2025
This is my first time taking part in challenges/prompt fics, and I'm so glad I'm starting with Toothcup week 😁
I have a couple of questions though, if I may
I see that one of the prompts is "Morning after": does this have a specific meaning or is it in general the aftermath of something of our choice? Because I have a guess of what it might mean but I'd like to go in a different direction (and I know there's also alternative prompts and such, but I find the idea compelling)
And would it be ok if I posted the fics here (with the tags and everything like you asked in the rules) and only after a while post them on AO3 as well?
Thank you! 🤗
As someone who likes to take prompts to twist and stretch them as far as I'm able, my general rule on prompts for challenges that I've organized is that I don't care what you do with them. They don't even have to be strictly Toothcup, but they do have to center around Hiccup and Toothless and their bond in some way. The "Morning After" prompt can mean whatever you want it to mean. 🤗
And sure! I'm not planning on closing the Ao3 collection. The other Toothcup collections are still open as well and I'm pretty sure one got added to a couple of months back.
As someone with low spoons, I don't intend on holding people to deadlines, I want this to be fun for everyone who wants to participate.
Here is the card with the prompt list! Literally all but one is from the Google form as you guys just came up with way better prompts than I could've thought of!
I have decided on holding this week from November 10th to November 16th under the tags #Toothcup Week and #Toothcup Week 2025. If you want to be sure that I reblog your fic, do not hesitate to tag me. :)
The Collection can be found here: Toothcup Week 2025
Here is the card with the prompt list! Literally all but one is from the Google form as you guys just came up with way better prompts than I could've thought of!
I have decided on holding this week from November 10th to November 16th under the tags #Toothcup Week and #Toothcup Week 2025. If you want to be sure that I reblog your fic, do not hesitate to tag me. :)
The Collection can be found here: Toothcup Week 2025
