VIGCUP ARCHIVE

An archive dedicated to everything Vigcup-related, from artworks to fanfics and others. Please check pinned for more information. Includes NSFT/W content 🔞

[vigcup]

VIGCUP FANDOM ARCHIVE

Hello and welcome to Vigcup's Fandom Archive! This blog is meant to act as a repository for all related Vigcup content (i.e., Viggo Grimborn/Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III from the DreamWorks series), from art pieces and fanfics to edits and prompts. The intent of this blog is simply to make the content more easily accessible to all fans, and it will be edited as needs arise.

GENERAL GUIDELINES.

Only content tagged as "vigcup" will be reblogged. There will be no reblogs for sole character tags. This means that if a Viggo drawing is tagged as "vigcup", it will be reblogged to the archive. If the original post does not contain the "vigcup" tag originally, then it shall not be reblogged here.

This blog is organised by simple tags. Please check the "TAG SYSTEM" section.

The "FEATURED CREATORS" section is dedicated to promoting Vigcup creators: artists, writers, editors and any other form of fans. They will be tagged accordingly. This is so fans can check out their works.

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If you'd like to be on the "FEATURED CREATORS" tab, please refer to the following Google Form, where you can apply to be featured on this pinned post and/or have a tag on this Archive: link to the creator form is here.

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If you wish to send a fan mail/shoutout to a specific creator and their work but are too shy to do it directly, or would simply like to spread positivity to the community, please feel free to do so through this blog's inbox and/or the submission form. You are free to keep yourself anonymous or not. Spreading love is nice!

No hate or bigotry will be tolerated.

Minors are discouraged from following and/or engaging with this blog, as it will reblog NSFT/W content.

This blog is merely a ship repository and will not participate in any fan discussions. No discourse will be reblogged or endorsed.

TAG SYSTEM.

ㅤ 🎨. artworksㅤ * ㅤ📚. fanficsㅤ * ㅤ📸. editsㅤ * ㅤ🖊️. prompts

ㅤ ㅤ🔍. analysisㅤ * ㅤ💕. positivity shoutoutsㅤ * ㅤ👥. events

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ 💌. suggestions, asks or submissions

Please note that the tag system does not filter out any possible mature content. If you'd like to filter out any possible explicit content, please block the tag "nsft".

Alternative Universe content is tagged as "au".

Upsetting/triggering content of any and all kinds is tagged under the umbrella of "trigger".

FEATURED CREATORS.

@evilwriter37 — WRITER @little-moosee — ARTIST | WRITER @rynnerie — ARTIST | EDITOR @eat-your-milk — ARTIST | WRITER @5wolfdog5 — ARTIST | WRITER @autumndragon — WRITER | CONTENT ANALYST @chokkobun — ARTIST | WRITER | CONTENT ANALYST @mdoodlerfandomart — ARTIST @thedragon-and-hisboy — WRITER

[eat-your-milk]

Hello Milk, hope you’re having an awesome day 🥰

I saw your drawing art style request game.

I have a request for you it your up for it.

Can I please have the ship Vigcup drawn in the Arcane art style, petting the wolf from the Netflix movie White Fang. ☺️

If this is a bit too ambitious, drawing this request in your own art style or another art style of your choosing is fine with me.

Thank you for your time. Apologies for any spelling/grammar mistakes I may have made.

Have an amazing day

Thank you

I decided to not include the wolf due to the challenge parameters, sorry about that! But I tried my best trying to mimic Arcane, and while I am a bit dissatisfied with the result, I feel like its kind of close!

Thank you so much for the request! <3

[eat-your-milk]

We all thought it too, Hiccup.

[vigcup]

Can I get a shoutout for the most wonderful and the most talented @for-the-love-of-avo who is amazing in every single way?

💌 shoutout to @for-the-love-of-avo

[crowttore]

Getting your face cradled by hands that kill>>>>>

[the-bar-sinister]

[whale-with-legs]

“Please its good for you”

“No!”

Bonus: ⬇️

[doodlegecko]

Chapter 8 doodles >:3

https://archiveofourown.org/works/80283626/chapters/210783816

[maro-httyd]

[chokkospice]

Also, since a lot of you seem to enjoy the idea of Hiccup taking charge with Viggo for a change, I'd like to promote my own fic, "Foolishness of Redemption" which has Viggo so down bad for Hiccup that he treats him like a god and Hiccup is the one riding Viggo. ♡

Maybe I will write more of slightly bossy/chief Hiccup with Viggo... the idea is very cute and again, I bet viggo would love it HAHA

[mx-dragon-faye]

[evilwriter37]

Key to His Pleasure

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

Rated: explicit

Warnings: mildly dubious consent, under negotiated kink

Relationships: Viggo/Hiccup

Summary: Hiccup and Viggo haven't been together long, but Viggo is pushing kink on him fast. He convinces Hiccup that all this will make their sex even better, but is a cock cage really worth it?

Written for Any Fandom Goes Kink Bingo

Square Filled: Anal Training

Card below the cut

[eat-your-milk]

💜💜Vigcup as Lesbeans bc I had to💜💜

[mr-business-whump]

"my dear hiccup"

-> read the fic here! @thedragon-and-hisboy

[ivynaughtyy]

What if the bounty in Midnight Scrum worked as intended and now Hiccup is at Viggo's mercy? 👀

[autumndragon]

vigcup enemies pen-pall situation where viggo and hiccup regularly exchange letters, first mainly from viggo to hiccup to try to "negotiate" but it turns into them talking about all kinds of things, personal things.

but here's the thing; hiccup writes in a very poetic, prose-like way, maybe because of his upbringing, maybe because he wants to upstage viggo's pretentious writing, but the letters he sends viggo are very ambiguous about whether they're threatening him, or flirting with him.

hiccup thinks he's sending threats, viggo thinks he's getting love letters.

hiccup: i still taste the bitter taste of you as i lay myself down to sleep, i have learned you the same way one learns the coastline by wrecking against it often enough, navigating the uncertainty of your waters and i have become sure of it, the way winter follows autumn, the way the sea answers the pull of the moon, that i cannot escape you no matter where i go. i have watched storms gather with less certainty, felt their approach with less clarity, than i have watched and felt you inside of me, heavy as thunder, beneath my ribs.

viggo: is he in love with me??

[mx-dragon-faye]

Do y’all remember my oneshot, Deceptively Reasonable? It’s now got a follow up fic:

Decidedly Unreasonable

I hope if you decide to read it that you enjoy it!

[emachinescat]

The Brothers Grimborn (chapter 1)

Link in Title | A HTTYD Fan-Fiction by Emachinescat | Teen And Up Audiences | Gen, M/M | Viggo Grimborn & Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III, Viggo Grimborn/Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III | Part 19 of Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Hurt

Midnight Scrum AU. Rescue doesn't arrive in time, and a triumphant Ryker drags a battered, bruised, broken Hiccup to his waiting brother. Hiccup expects torture. He expects death. He expects anything but fire and fury at Ryker's treatment of Hiccup. And he honestly isn't sure what terrifies him more - the humiliation and pain Ryker heaped upon him... or the strange softness in Viggo's eyes as he strives to fix what his brother broke.

Hiccup groaned as Ryker hauled him roughly to his foot, every battered muscle in his abused body screaming in protest.

There wasn't a part of him that didn't hurt: A bounty hunter's hook to the head and a dart to the neck had left his head pounding a dizzying tattoo; a bone-deep ache permeated his back and ribs from all the times he'd been tackled and thrown and slammed into the ground. Rope-burn stung his wrists and pain spasmed in his arm and shoulder muscles; he’d spent the better part of the day bound in one way or another, as he was passed from bounty hunter to bounty hunter like a piece of cargo.

Agony pulsed in the stump of his left leg with every beat of his galloping heart; not only had he run and jumped and stumbled his way through multiple failed escape attempts, but Savage had also ripped his prosthetic right off of his body without undoing any of the straps. Not to mention the whole grown man who'd just been dangling from it. He felt weak and shaky, nausea swirling in his gut, both from the dart the masked man had used to knock him out and the flagging adrenaline from hanging on a cliffside and very nearly falling to his death not thirty seconds prior.

And none of that held a candle to the state of his neck. Although he'd yanked the chain away at the first opportunity, it left its revenant behind: A tightness in his throat that felt like he was still choking, a ring of pain biting deep into his neck, a lingering coldness from the chains. Hiccup had had no time to even begin to process anything that had happened to him today, but he especially couldn't quite fit his mind around what the masked bounty hunter had done. The panic when that chain had looped around his neck as he ran for cover, the breathlessness as it pulled tight, the pain as the bounty hunter yanked him back by the chain, back-first onto the unforgiving ground…

During his nineteen years, he had seen Vikings do countless inhumane and cruel things to one another (Hel, he'd had a stupid amount of terrible things done to him by his various enemies in the past three and a half years alone). He thought this might be one of the worst. To be leashed and yanked around like a lamb to market, led to his own private auction block, went beyond mere cruelty — it was deeply debasing and dehumanizing, and then seeing Ryker with that bag of rocks instead of the promised gold, sneering at Hiccup like he wasn't even worth that…

And he had endured all of his in less than a day, since he'd been kidnapped literally right off his own doorstep just last night. He was exhausted, hurting, scared, and every escape attempt had been shut down, each one more violently than the rest. And now, because of his stunt on the cliffside, Hiccup was down a leg. Surrounded by armed Dragon Hunters, led by Ryker, the most vicious of them all, and he couldn't even walk. Without Ryker's enormous hand wrapped around his arm, holding him upright, Hiccup sincerely doubted he'd even be able to stand.

And his friends, who no doubt were out searching for him, hadn't made it in time. For once, no last-minute rescue flying out of the horizon. He was on his own.

He had tried. He had fought, bitterly and desperately, for his freedom. He had done everything in his power to escape and return to his people. And it had all been for nothing. After everything he'd done, everything he'd been through, Ryker would drag him to Viggo anyway. Viggo would wring every last bit of usefulness from Hiccup’s broken body. And then Hiccup would die.

And there was not a godsdamned thing left that he could do about it.

He didn't fight Ryker as the man dragged him along. What was the point? So great was his weariness that he could barely hold his own head up. But even his compliance wasn’t enough for the elder Grimborn.

"Will you hurry up?" Ryker snapped as Hiccup staggered into him.

Despite the pull of exhaustion, Hiccup still found it within himself to growl back, "With what legs? Because in case you've forgotten, one of mine just took an unplanned swim with that masked bounty hunter."

With a huff, Ryker pulled Hiccup to a stop and spun him around. "You want me to carry you, is that it?" he snarled, lip curling in distaste.

Hiccup grimaced. "Actually, that sounds positively dreadful."

Ryker grunted. "Too bad." Then, before Hiccup even had time to blink, Ryker drew back his tree trunk of an arm, muscles bulging, and sank his massive fist into Hiccup's stomach.

It was like being struck by lightning — bolts of breathtaking, searing agony coiled at the epicenter of the punch and radiated out, up into his chest, around his sides, down into his groin. He gagged, then choked on air as his lungs promptly forgot how to breathe. Dark splotches gathered in his vision, pulsing with the spasming well of agony in his gut. He distantly felt himself hoisted onto someone's shoulder.

Then mercifully, the darkness claimed him.

Full chapter on AO3! <3