StrangerStoick hadn't recognized the ship at first. Maybe he hadn't wanted to.
He had been out for a stroll that morning and had seen it drifting up across the horizon, its small sails white against the rising sun and the mist, its mast pointing toward Berk like an arrow. It took a while for him to realize what it was. Whose it was. Who could blame him? He hadn't seen that vessel in twelve years, and he'd been sure he never would again up until now.
He, Gobber, Spitelout, and six others were there to greet it when it pulled in to shore. It was a small boat. Sturdy. Its sails were painted with the symbol of the chieftain of Berk. Four shields, battered and burned, hung tiredly on its sides. There were scorch marks and holes left and right. It was a broken ship. But he recognized it. Gobber did, too.
"Stoick," he murmured. Stoick shook his head and Gobber was silent.
It seemed like an eternity before the crew disembarked and headed toward the welcomers.
She was the last one to get off.
Confusion"Do I have to wear this, Dad? I look ridiculous."Confusion4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Stoick surveyed his son thoughtfully and knew immediately that he would have to turn himself into a very good liar. Hiccup looked miniscule slouched under the thick fur mantle on his shoulders. His tunic, though carefully washed and smoothed, looked wrinkled under the cloak. His hair was sticking up in the back as it always did despite Stoick's best efforts to smooth it down with spit. To top it off, he looked absolutely miserable. That was one thing Stoick could always count on Hiccup for – his expressions hid nothing.
"W-Well..." He was doing a terrible job already. "If you just stood up straight, it wouldn't look so bad."
Hiccup rolled his eyes.
"Actually, that's usually the part where you say that I look great and manly and that yes, I have to wear it."
"Well." Stoick paused, thinking. "Then... yes. You have to wear it."
Hiccup snorted, but Stoick detected a
BitterWhen the feastgoers finally got around to realizing that Hiccup had been missing from his chair for a while, perfectly understandable confusion ensued. Not a great deal of the villagers were worried; Hiccup had a tendency to skitter off when no one was looking, and he was probably out stargazing or something equally pointless.Bitter4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
As the brief amount of time he'd been gone eventually morphed into hours, the first sprouts of concern started rustling through the village, but sleep was had without a great deal of anxiety, even on Stoick's end. Then the sun rose through the morning fog, and Hiccup was still nowhere to be found, and that was when Berk began to stew.
Stoick ordered search parties to be formed immediately, and before the morning was over, the skies were filled with Vikings riding their dragons over the mountains and treetops. It was peculiar – if this had happened a couple of years ago, nobody would have cared as much as they did now.
"I'm going out to find him,"
Final"I am not getting married, mother, and that's final."Final4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Astrid thought marriage was, for lack of a better word, stupid. She had never been able to comprehend what was so stunningly great about it, because it certainly didn't sound very pleasant at all being legally bound to the whim of some brainless idiot for whom she would have to cook meals and clean all variations of dirty socks. For Astrid, the whole romance thing was unimpressive. It sounded boring and disgusting and the only arguably good thing that seemed to come out of it was reproduction.
Oh, certainly; her parents seemed in love enough, always affectionately bickering and whacking each other playfully on the arm or upside of the head but Astrid wasn't entirely certain she could forge such a relationship with any living creature. She admitted she adored her parents and admired how well they managed to get along, but in some ways she found herself a little envious, or contemplative, or even put-out. Being in l
Hiccup's Second Childhood - IntroHiccup's Second ChildhoodHiccup's Second Childhood - Intro2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Hiccup balanced on Toothless as they walked up the muddy hill.
Hiccup gritted his teeth. Oh, how he hated his metal leg. He couldn't do most of the things he liked to do anymore! There was swimming, hopping, for gods sake, he could barely walk without pain shooting through his leg! How he wished he had his old leg back.
Of course, Toothless was different story. He could do everything he did before his tailfin got ripped off, except...fly. The feeling of freedom as he flew by himself in the cool air of the night. Not that flying with Hiccup was bad, just sometimes, he wanted to fly by himself. To just feel it again.
But, they both knew it was too good to be true. They would both be partially handicapped the rest of their lives.
Or...so they thought.
(How To Train Your Dragon)
As the 2 walked through the forest, a figure watched them from in the shadows of the trees.
It chuckled darkly as it heard the boy talk to his dragon.
Soon...soon, it would h
First Kiss"Loki be damned for this," Hiccup growled under his breath.First Kiss4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It was the twelfth night of Jul, and Berk was not about to let anyone forget it. The bonfires burned bright in the indigo bruise of the evening, the smell of burning logs and warm mead wafting over the sea cliffs. Orange smoke twisted toward the stars and the laughter with it; everyone in the village was circled around some fire or another, their smiles painted gold by the firelight, seeming warm even in the bitter cold of the surrounding December. Songs were being sung and merriment was being made and many a Viking was being joyfully inebriated. It would have been a wonderful celebration, were it not for the fact that Hiccup had found himself slouching beneath a sprig of mistletoe with none other than Astrid Hofferson.
She was staring at him with the kind of intensity he couldn't tell implied murder or excitement. To be honest, he was leaning about more toward the murder outcome, because it was Astrid, and Astrid liked to mur
Rules of the Haddock HouseholdRules for the Haddock HouseholdRules of the Haddock Household4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"That's for everything else" is not grounds for punching others.
Hiding a dragon in the house other than Toothless or Tornaven is not a laughing matter and I will know.
I've heard the "I'm making outfits" one, too. There's no way you're getting away with that.
I know my cooking isn't the best, but that doesn't mean you can give it to Toothless. (This goes for you too, Hiccup.)
You can't try to feed the cat to Toothless, either.
Hiding Daddy's leg is in no way funny and will land you in the time-out corner.
Don't pull on Toothless's head-frills.
This also goes for Grandpa's beard.
No bashyball in the house.
Then again, no bashyball, period.
Mommy gets extremely mad if you mention the size of her backside in relativity to that of a dragon's.
Toothless's fear of eels isn't funny.
Don't try to throw my axe unless you want to end up like Daddy last Thor'sday Thursday.
Actually, I think he's suffered worse by my hands.
Rules"Welcome to Dragon Training!"Rules4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Hiccup swore he was going to faint.
"Now then! Stop yer cowerin' an' line up in front o' me. Before yeh get started, there's a few things we'll need ter go over."
Snotlout groaned as loudly and blatantly as possible.
"A lot o' people gen'rally don' believe me when I tell 'em this, but Dragon Training, unlike most things we Vikings do, has rules."
The twins blew derisive raspberries.
"Rules o' combat! Rules of honor! An' most important, rules o' conduct!"
"Conduct?!" Snolout wailed in disbelief. "Dude, we're just gonna be killing a bunch of dragons! Since when was there conduct for killing stuff?!"
"Since shut up! Now, yeh'd all best pay attention, because this is the only time you'll be hearin' me say these!"
Astrid straightened at attention.
"Rule number one!" A single burly finger shot up into the sky. "There is no crying in dragon-training!"
UnforeseenAstrid had been screaming when the explosion died down.Unforeseen4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
She was ashamed to say it now, to think of it – of herself clawing at Snotlout's arms as he held her back from the inferno, of his shouts at her to stay calm while she shrieked Hiccup's name over and over, watching him fall through the swells of flames.
It was a disgusting thing, she thought, for a girl – woman – of her emotional caliber to unravel so seamlessly in front of those who had seen her as a rock against the current. She was not the type to care about things like this. In all honesty, she had expected that she would perhaps bow her head in respect in the wake of death, and had been entirely prepared to do so – until she saw the tumbling speck she knew was the crookedly-grinning boy who had impolitely bumped into her heart just the night before.
She had always thought his name was ridiculous, but now, as it tore itself from the deepest recesses of her being and echoed sharply through the fog, she c
FluffyFluffy4 years ago in Humor More Like This
"One time...I coughed so hard...I threw up!"
"No way! What color was it?"
"Kind of a pale green...oh! It looked like gruel, but green. It was definitely green," Fishlegs decided to an enraptured Tuffnut. His mother expected him to stay out from underfoot for the day as she did laundry, so he and the other children started up a game of queek.
"Dark!" Fishlegs called, and he tossed his stone over the checkered cloth. It bounced over the dark square he aimed for and rolled onto a white one.
"HA!" Tuffnut crowed, and he grabbed a stone from his pile to throw. Fish
FireworksHiccup had been searching for a way to cheer up Astrid for the past four hours and had come up with an absolutely incredible nothing.Fireworks4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
When he had seen the crestfallen look on her face as her father waved good-bye from his retreating ship to the Dragon's Nest, Hiccup had known that he had to fix it. He wasn't entirely sure how yet, but he would.
Since her father's departure, she had been in a considerably moody snit, tossing her axe at unsuspecting barrels and driving a fist into Snotlout's face whenever he so much as uttered a syllable. Hiccup, like nearly everyone else in the village, had known to give her a wide berth.
That had been yesterday. He hadn't seen her smile in a day, and he knew that he had to be the one to bring it back. True, he wasn't the best equipped for such a monumental task, but by Odin's beard itself, he was certainly going to try.
He had been combing the woods all day for some sort of acceptable gift for her. A bouquet of wildflowers? No. Astrid hated flowers. Sh
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PreparationHiccup can hear rain falling outside.Preparation4 years ago in Drama More Like This
He can hear logs crumbling in the hearth.
He can hear murmurs coming from beyond the closed doors.
There is a certainty to all of them, an inescapable presence. As he stands in the dim, drafty pit of the all too large room, eyes gazing blindly at the floor, he is aware of one thing above all else, and that is that he cannot breathe.
He keeps trying. He keeps trying to gather air in his chest, to steal it from the suffocating emptiness that surrounds him, but he can't. He can only blink every now and then and wonder, raggedly, distantly, what is happening, and why it is happening to him.
The mantle on his shoulders is heavy and hot, like the corpse of a fallen friend slung over him as he runs from battle. His hair falls past his eyelids, clouding his vision or are those tears? and his fingers twitch at his side. His prosthetic foot is cold and cumbersome. He swallows and it almost rips his throat open. Everything around him is dry and
WishingFishlegs had the epiphany in the middle of supper.Wishing4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Great gods!" he yelped, dropping his wooden spoon with a noisy clatter, startling both of his parents. "Mom, Dad, I've got it!"
"Got what, Fishy?" his mother, Bertha, exclaimed, slamming the table in mock excitement, staring at her son with wide blue eyes. "The plague?"
"No," Fishlegs said exasperatedly.
"Then why's it important?" his father grunted, his tongue protruding from between his teeth as he concentrated on his knitting.
"Because I'm going to ask Ruffnut to marry me!" Fishlegs proclaimed, leaping to his feet, knocking the table forward with his girth. "And I'm going to do it tomorrow! And she will beat me up! But it will be beautiful and I'll convince her eventually!"
"Leapin' locusts, boy, calm down!" his father bellowed, throwing his arms out to keep the plates from falling to the floor into the eager jaws of his son's Gronckle. "
AudienceHiccup's hand was up Astrid's skirt.Audience4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He didn't know how it had gotten there, exactly. One second his fingers had been stiff and stinging from the cold air around them, and the next they were resting between the fur inside her skirt and the woolen surface of her leggings. It was amazingly warm up there, on her buttocks. The feeling was starting to come back to his fingers.
To his vague astonishment, she didn't draw away from him or knee him in the groin or smack him upside the head. Instead he felt a smile come across her lips in his, and her nose and cheeks were a shiny pink and steamy breath spilled from her nostrils. Hiccup was surprised that he had dared to touch her. Usually he was afraid to, unless it was a hug. He never knew with Astrid whether he'd come out giddy from kisses or bruised from well-aimed knuckles.
They kissed in the glittering whiteness of the dawn, their hair damp from the falling snow. The thick rabbit fur around the collar of Astrid's deep blue coat wavered in t
MelodyHiccup confessed that he never grew tired of praising Astrid.Melody4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It didn't matter if someone mentioned her or not; the largest amount of his words spoken in conversation revolved around her. Sometimes he'd start going at it so excitedly that whoever he was talking to would take a few cautious steps back, hoping to not be blamed for a seemingly imminent heart attack he was sure to eventually suffer.
Hiccup didn't care, though. He didn't care about the awkward glances people would send his way or the clucking tongues of the more practical women of the village or the fact that he was fairly certain she very rarely spoke about him.
"She's a goddess, Gobber," he said dreamily at work one day, completely inattentive to the sharpening wheel before him.
"Yeh don't say," Gobber grunted back monotonously, not interested in the slightest.
"I do say." The grin on Hiccup's face was almost goofy. It made Gobber a little nauseous. "Astrid is the most beautiful thing on the face of this earth."
FoolishWhen Fishlegs had woken up this morning, being knocked unconscious had been the very last thing he'd expected to wind up doing. Leave it to Ruffnut to yank up his plans and shake the change out of their pockets.Foolish4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The events leading up to it had been, in a word, innocuous; just another fight between the Thorston twins over something trivial like whose hair was longer or who had more freckles. He'd been watching it with his usual degree of helplessness, maybe poking up a finger and starting a sentence every now and then before giving up on it. But then things got, at least in his eyes, a bit ugly.
"Just because I'm the only girl still left in this family, you think you can push me around!" Ruffnut screeched, lunging at Tuffnut.
"I don't think; I know!" Tuffnut snarled back. "Dad and I are the men of the house and that's the way it's gonna stay! Mom didn't die in that raid so she could leave you in charge!"
"You're such a pig!" Fish
ConditionalIf I kill a dragon, then my life will get infinitely better.Conditional4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
If I kill a dragon, then my dad might look me in the eye.
If I kill a dragon, then I then I might just be one of you guys.
This is it. If I kill a Night Fury, then I'll be a hero. Dad will fall down blubbering from pride, or whatever. I'll have friends.
It'll be easy. Just stab it and cut out its heart. No problem. Easy. Easy.
If I kill this dragon, then it'd be just like what that Whispering Death did to Mom. Merciless.
No excuse. It's still
If I kill it, then I'll never forgive myself.
It looks so scared.
I know scared. Don't look at me like that.
Gods. If I let it go, Dad's going to have my hide. It might even kill me! If I just kill it now, then everything will be better. Just like I want. Infinitely better. This is what I wanted. It is. I know it is. I
If I run fast enough, maybe it won't have the time to eat me alive after I cut the ropes.
Let's see. If I increase the dist
Gone"Congratulations, Stoick! Everyone is so relieved!"Gone4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Out with the old and in with the new, right?"
"No one'll miss that old nuisance!"
"The village is throwing a party to celebrate!"
Stoick turned to Gobber, looking horrified.
Gobber shifted his gaze elsewhere, nodding solemnly.
"'Fraid so, Stoick. I didn' want ter have ter be the one to tell yeh, but it looks like the wee fishbone's packed his bags and left."
Stoick dropped his sack and it landed on the brittle surface of the dock with a crack.
"Quicker than I could blink an eye."
"How should I know, yeh great oaf? Fer all I know he's off frolickin' with the Night Furies halfway 'cross the sea!"
"How..." Stoick shook his mighty head as though dazed. "How long?"
"Oh, must be 'bout three weeks now. Haven't seen 'im since we tried our luck with the Nadder.
HTTYD - InsomniaHiccup was in a field, walking throughout it in a dreamlike state, but mostly because he was dreaming. Back at his home in Berk, he was fast asleep in his bed, with Toothless lying on the floor next to him. Surprisingly, dragons were very warm creatures, having harvested fire in their bodies, and much of that warmth radiated out of them.HTTYD - Insomnia3 years ago in Humor More Like This
So you can see how someone like Hiccup, being scrawny, and thin, would very much admire having much warmth like that beside his bed at night. During the day, Berk was usually windy and bitter, snowing, hailing, or just covered in lots of cold mud. Nights were even worse, so Hiccup would usually be bundled up under lots of clothes and lots of blankets.
Thanks to Toothless though, these nights would warm his house to the extent that Hiccup would only need one blanket, a short skin around his waist, and a tunic with the sleeves ripped off, sort of like the way Tuffnut's was. Back in his dream, Hiccup was in the same field, looking at a distant spring of w