HTTYD: Footprints Part 3However powerful a Viking Stoick the Vast was, he did not have the slightest idea in regards to how he was supposed to react in front of a tamed Night Fury that was apparently seething with literally burning anger. Every time Stoick took one tiny step towards the staircase that led to his son's bedroom, the black dragon displayed two rows of teeth which were as sharp as could be, and snarled viciously. Toothless's eyes had narrowed dangerously, and his tail whipped the wooden floor in agitation. Every now and then, the gigantic reptile would even threaten to shoot one of his deadly bluish fireballs but changed his mind at the last second, that is to say when Stoick went away from him and the stairs he was stubbornly guarding. For the umpteenth time that day, the mighty Viking chieftain couldn't prevent himself from letting an exasperated growl escape his cursing mouth. Ever since Hiccup came home that morning, the Night Fury had decided to sit at the bottom of the staircase, not lettinHTTYD: Footprints Part 35 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
HTTYD: Footprints Part 1Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III felt drops of sweat travelling down his face. The combination of the heat of the fire and the concentration he needed when working at the forge made his now damp hair stick on his forehead. The blacksmith apprentice could not remember the last time Gobber and he had had that much work to deal with, no matter how hard he tried. Together, they had to handle the ever-increasing demands of all Vikings in Berk who had befriended a dragon of their own and needed custom-made saddles, complete riding gears depending on their respective dragons' breed and the riders themselves - and all the material that was considered necessary for dragon-training. Repairs were often needed, and on top of that, well, Vikings remained Vikings and still wanted their weapons, shields and armours to be taken care of.HTTYD: Footprints Part 15 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Hiccup even had had to make himself a particularly strict schedule in order to satisfy as many people as possible and be able to see the tasks he had been given th
HTTYD: Footprints Part 2In theory, it was the easiest thing in the world. In practice, however, it was a whole other story. Hiccup stood on the threshold of the Hoffersons' dwelling which, by the way, had become somewhat bigger, due to a certain Deadly Nadder Astrid had succeeded in taming completely motionless, his fist raised in the air, seemingly ready to crash down on the massive wooden door. But Hiccup could not bring himself to actually knock. The freezing wind kept howling, sending whirlpools of snow that whipped mercilessly the faces of all who were crazy enough to dare exposing themselves to its wrath while Hiccup was getting lost in his thoughts.HTTYD: Footprints Part 25 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Giving a sword to a Viking was anything but trivial. Quite the opposite, really. Swords were sacred for Vikings, and ranked on top of their most personal items. It was no wonder Vikings gave names to their cherished, long blades. Swords were no random weapon; they represented a warrior's very spirit. They were the soul one would bear on his/he
HTTYD: Grounded.If there was one thing Astrid completely and utterly hated above all, it was feeling powerless in front of any given situation. Every single Viking on Berk knew that. And, by all the gods and goddesses who lived in Asgard, the situation Astrid was facing right now was no exception to that rule. There were signs that proved it, and the main one was the absence of any living being within a five hundred meters radius a distance that was deemed safe enough to be sure you would not unfortunately end up falling flat on your face with one of the fair-haired Viking's infamous axes stuck between your shoulder blades.HTTYD: Grounded.5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
And to think the day had actually started well.
Spring or at least its Norse equivalent- had finally settled on Berk for about fifteen days, although very hesitantly at first, and the last thick layers of snow had completely melted and would not come back for a couple of months. The isle was dressing itself with radiant patterns. The trees had swapped their naked appear
HTTYD: Reconquest.For the life of her, Astrid couldn't remember the last time she'd felt this…lonely. It definitely wasn't the kind of merciless and terrible loneliness Hiccup used to endure for years. No. It was the bitter and sarcastic loneliness one could feel when something highly improbable and extremely unpleasant happened and when the only thought that came to mind seemed to be an existential question.HTTYD: Reconquest.4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Astrid sighed angrily for the umpteenth time that day, cursing the Gods under her breath as she tried at all costs to avoid looking at Snotlout – and failing epically- who was currently busy trying to make it clear that he really could carry out two hundred push-ups without breaking a sweat. A shirtless Snotlout, mind you. She glanced at him and couldn't prevent her face from contorting in a sour grimace. While she was pretty certain some other girls would be impressed by the mountain of muscles the dark-haired teenage Viking displayed unabashedly, she sure as
HTTYD: Footprints Final PartThe moment Toothless understood what Astrid had at the back of her mind, he decided he liked her almost as much as Hiccup himself and began to nuzzle her to prove it, although the sudden move nearly made her loose her balance. But she laughed, and scratched the sensitive spot on the dragon's neck, earning an appreciative purr in return. Her fingers, although not as nimble as Hiccup's, moved in a confident way, showing no sign of either hesitation or fear, and when they eventually stopped dancing across his black scales and she asked him if he was ready to play his part, he stamped his front paws on the wooden floor in anticipation, his tail happily whipping the air.HTTYD: Footprints Final Part4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
She nodded, smiled, and made her way to the door when Stoick suddenly called her name.
"Is there anything I can do for you in return?"
Astrid hesitated for a moment, unsure of what she should say. It was pretty obvious that Stoick actually wanted to do something, but she couldn't think of anything sp
Hot SpringHaving Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III for a boyfriend had its drawbacks. For one, it meant having to listen to him when he started rambling enthusiastically about his latest ideas and inventions which no one understood a word of until they were actually real and usable. Then again, Astrid knew she could always shut him up with her most effective weapon: her lips. And there was much to bet that Hiccup had figured this out a long time ago, but anyone who would be caught saying the son's chief complained about it would immediately be considered an absolute idiot and a filthy liar.Hot Spring4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Astrid didn't mind. For having Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III for a boyfriend also had a fair number of advantages. He was very smart, very sweet, very brave, intuitive, perceptive, honest and polite to a fault, persistent, had a good sense of humor - which proved to be pretty contagious once you got the hand of it , could design and fashion almost everything out of leather, metal and wood, had become very g
HTTYD A MisunderstandingHTTYD- A Misunderstanding.HTTYD A Misunderstanding5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Maybe it was the altitude getting to him, but Hiccup had just seen Astrid blow by him on her dragon, Freya. And when he had seen her, she looked to be crying.
"Toothless-" Hiccup began, but was cut off as the dragon dove sharply to pickup speed, when he reached a desired amount, he leveled out, following hot on the tail of the speeding Nadder and girl.
"I know I must be going crazy." Hiccup said, thinking out loud to
himself. Toothless began to angle himself downward again, heading to a landing in his grotto. Hiccup saw no trace of Astrid or Freya there. "Why are you stopping, Toothless?"
The dragon's response was to slap him with an ear. As the dragon landed in the grotto, he was distinctly reminded or the time he had skidded across the water after their first flight, if it could be called that.
Hiccup remained sitting on Toothless, mostly to avoid walking on his prosthetic leg, which he had dramatically improved on, following Gobber's design. Th
HTTYD: Blackmail.Hiccup liked Gobber. A lot. But as he cast a look over his shoulder to see the huge amount of work that the two-limbed man had left for his apprentice, Hiccup decided he temporarily hated him just as much. The young Viking had been stuck within the heat of the forge since before the first beams of the sun could rise over the sea and the chances he would get out before it was setting again were, well, inexistent. Stoick and Gobber had left Berk together with a dozen of men in order to negotiate a trade treaty with the nearby if two hundred miles away could be considered as such- island of Crom, and Hiccup had been happy at first at the prospect of having more free time on his hands to spend with Toothless, Astrid, and the rest of his friends. That is, until he found the note Gobber had left in the forge Hiccup had actually managed to decipher the man's handwriting, which was really something to stand in awe of to make sure his apprentice would do what he was expectedHTTYD: Blackmail.4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Training Day"Hiccup, would you get up and come here already!"Training Day4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Toothless cracked an eye open and let out a displeased groan whilst Hiccup ignored Astrid's distant, yet exasperated voice and buried his face deeper in his pillow. There was no way he was getting up now. The sun hadn't even risen over the whale's road yet! And anyway, Astrid would not dare to enter his bedroom without his permission...would she?
No, Hiccup decided instantly as he got back to sleep, although imagining the contrary made a cold shiver run down his spine. No, she wouldn't. Toothless, on the other hand, was pretty sure Astrid was perfectly capable of rushing into his human's bedroom and drag him outside if she deemed it necessary. Which, judging by the way he could hear her storming up the stairs, she did. The Night Fury reluctantly got up and tried to nudge his rider awake before disaster struck, to no avail. Hiccup would not budge, and Astrid was getting closer.
When the black dragon heard the door being opened noiselessl
HTTYD: SwimmingWhen Astrid had come looking for him earlier that day, Hiccup definitely had no idea he was going to end up on the beach, bare-chested and teeth clattering in protest whilst his girlfriend and the other teens were already busy swimming or dunking each other's heads. In retrospective, he knew he should have been way more reluctant to follow her when he'd noticed the way she and Gobber –out of all people- were exchanging mischievous and very much knowing glances. He would bet everything he had that the seasoned blacksmith had been perfectly aware of what was going to happen to his apprentice. Heck, he was sure Gobber was busy telling the story to Stoick and Spitelout this very instant.HTTYD: Swimming4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Hiccup glared at the waves that licked the five toes he had left and sent uncontrollable shivers running down his spine. He wondered how Astrid and the others could ignore the actual temperature of the water. Sighing, he bravely dipped his right foot in the sea and immediately retrieved it,
Astrid's feelings"That's for everything else." Astrid mumbled while giving Hiccup one last look before running off.Astrid's feelings5 years ago in Romance More Like This
Having reached far away from his sight, Astrid stopped in her track to catch a breather, resting her hands on her knees while swallowing everything that had happened within the past hour. The reason behind Hiccup's sudden and unrealistic success during dragon training was that he had hid and tamed his own dragon! A dragon unlike anyone she had ever seen before, filled with personality and obvious acceptance towards humans in return for Hiccup's familiarity towards it. The minute she'd met the dragons' eyes when it snuggled up to Hiccup as it was the most natural thing it had all become clear to her. And just as she had fled both out of misbelief and with the intention to tell the first Viking she met, she had suddenly found herself several feet up in the air, clenched tightly by a pair of great claws, her feet dangling helplessly beneath her.
Never in her whole life, not even in her
Of Hills and Bluebells pt. 2Her feet braced on the cliff, Astrid's eyes scanned the horizon.Of Hills and Bluebells pt. 25 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The sky was a bright and cheery shade of blue but she could see storm clouds on the horizon. The ground beneath her was covered in a thick lair of frost. After all, it was their first winter as really honest to Odin Vikings. And Vikings had responsibilities. Like hunting. The young and the old stayed nearer to the village to gather what they could and prepare the food but the able bodied went out to hunt. Their food supplies were not as short as they had been, since the dragons were no longer attacking them, but dragons needed food too and there were only so many fish on the island of Berk. Most of the younger Vikings seemed content to fly by on their dragons, shouting in elation and scaring off the prey. But not her. She had a job to do, a job that would help the village. And that was to get food. Plus it would be excellent practice for their upcoming hunting trip, another initiation rite for the young vikings. Eyes scan
Hey Soul SisterHis arms ached with the force of the blows.Hey Soul Sister5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Hiccup had long become accustom to being a blacksmith. He was a full viking, the next Clan Chief and the most well known dragon rider but he had never given up on the craft his father had shoved him into--nor on the man who had given him a chance when the rest of the world did not see fit to do so. As Gobber had gotten older, Hiccup had taken on more and more of he responsibilities of the shop. Now instead of people muttering about having the first screw up as a Clan Chief, they were chuckling about how Hiccup was going to be shouting orders from inside the blacksmith's shop while he repaired their weapons. Inspecting the red hot metal he was working with, Hiccup turned and plunged the iron into a vat of water nearby where it cooled with an immediate hiss. Picking it up, he transfered the metal back to the fire where another project was also being worked.
It was well into the night. A few years ago and Hiccup knew his father and Toothless wou
How To Care for a BlacksmithThe sun was warm, which was strange for the normally freezing days of Berk. Astrid sighed softly as she rested against Hiccup's chest, the young man in question was half asleep, a relaxed grin on his lips. Astrid smiled, her thumb brushing over the back of Hiccup's hand, mindlessly brushing over the skin under the sleeve of his tunic.How To Care for a Blacksmith4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
She took in a deep breath of the sun warmed air, totally relaxed before she felt something on Hiccup's skin. Opening her eyes, she looked down to see several scars covering his wrists, along with a few old burn marks. The tiny scars ranged from barely the size of a needle, to longer and closer in size to one of her Nadder's spikes.
"Astrid?" glancing up she gave Hiccup a look before going to her knees and hauling his arms with her.
"What is this?!" she demanded.
"Wah-Astrid, that's my arm! Which you're pulling rather roughly, might I add." He answered, half nervous and half still asleep.
"No." She said slowly, like she was speaking to a young child, "I me
An Axe for AstridThe fire was stoked to full in the forge, making the air in the small stall as thick as water, but the young blacksmith was used to it after so many years. He placed the apron over his head and then removed the ring from his left hand as he always did, taking just a moment to smile at it as he set it safely on his desk. He didn't necessarily like being parted from the ring - anymore than being parted from the person that gave it to him - but when working with hot metals and sharp instruments, there was too much risk of damaging it, or worse, his finger.An Axe for Astrid4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It was quiet in the workshop, with only the hissing of the burning coal to keep him company. Gobber, his mentor and friend, was spending notably less and less time at the craft since Stoick the Vast had passed on to Helheim's realm. The death of his father had been an emotional blow to Hiccup as well, but with the sudden responsibilities of chief as well as impending fatherhood, grief had beco
Of Hills and Bluebells SPOILERDrenched in mud and more exhausted than he'd been in days, Hiccup dragged himself to the hill that led to his house.Of Hills and Bluebells SPOILER5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It had been a good day. He'd gone flying with Toothless and that was something they both loved. It was wonderful, effortless even with the metal that took the place of his foot. Of course now he wasn't flying with a massive dragon trying to eat him which was a definite plus. It was easy now to make the quick changes Toothless needed to fly. Gobber had made some actual improvements to the fin he'd made, this design working even smoother than his original had. Toothless didn't seem to mind the new design, but Hiccup imagined the dragon was so ecstatic to be flying again that he wouldn't have minded anything at this point. Hiccup had given up on getting Toothless out of the saddle and fin for the night, when he'd gone to get them off the dragon Toothless had bared his teeth and swerved much faster than Hiccup was able to keep up with given his lack of a foot. In time he kne
Warriors Never Get SickSix young Vikings stood on the overlook above the docks as several longboats set sail toward the horizon. Their faces were impassive as they all had at least one, if not both, parents on a vessel bound for another dangerous search for the dragons' nest. They were all twelve years old except for Snotlout who had just turned thirteen the month before and had all been deemed old enough to fend for themselves for the week or more that the older Vikings would be gone, rather than having to stay with relatives as in years past.Warriors Never Get Sick4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
In quiet each one contemplated the great responsibility laid upon them and how they would strive to serve the village as productive members.
"Woohoo!" Snotlout exclaimed breaking the calm, lifting his arms overhead. "I'm in charge! All you losers better do what I say or else."
"And who says you're in charge?" Ruffnut asked under heavily lidded eyes.
"Since both the chief and my dad are on the hunt that makes me
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"Oh, for Odin's sake "
"Hiccup? Are you up there?"
It had been such a peaceful morning. For once, there hadn't been a morning fight with Toothless, nor had Stoick woke Hiccup up. He had thought that he would finally have a chance to have a day off, to sleep. But of course, if not Toothless or Stoick were there to destroy it, someone else would. This time, it was Astrid.
Hiccup would usually be happy and excited to see Astrid, but today he didn't actually want to see anyone. Wow, did he really think this? Yes, he did. "Yes, I am." Hiccup groaned from his squiggly bed.
Astrid looked around the house, knowing that Hiccup was still in his bed. She didn't want to force him out of bed, even though he wanted him to get up. She giggled quietly at the mess in the house. You could tell that there was no woman around, to clean. There were weapons and tools of all sorts, on the dining table. There were dirty dishes, bowls and plates under them, and Hiccup's many books and papers.