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
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 Spring5 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: 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.5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
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,
Training Day"Hiccup, would you get up and come here already!"Training Day5 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
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
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 Blacksmith5 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
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
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
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 Astrid5 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
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 Sick5 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
It's Just A Sheet of PaperSlam!It's Just A Sheet of Paper5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"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.
A Time To CelebrateA Time To Celebrate5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The morning was cool and clear and bright, one of the last pleasant days expected as autumn shook off the remnants of summer and marched towards the cold desolation of winter. Some of the old timers were predicting snow by the end of the week. Hiccup hoped they were wrong as he casually rubbed the upper calf of his left leg; the dull ache that frequently interrupted his sleep these past few nights was likely to only get worse in the frigid temperatures and he was dreading experiencing his first winter with the injury.
An inquisitive black nose poked at his hand and he smiled in response. Affectionately he scratched the flat scaly head and smiled. "Does your tail hurt as much?"
Toothless responded in his own way, snorting and pressing his face against Hiccup's chest almost knocking the boy over, though the question remained unanswered. Not that it mattered. The Night Fury's endless amounts of empathy and compassion spoke
HTTYD:Of closeness and comp.AstridXHiccup FanficHTTYD:Of closeness and comp.5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
-Of closeness and completion -
It was the third week after the fight. Hiccup still struggled with his new leg and the occasional ache. At least this was something that could easily happen to any viking and nobody saw him as disabled. Well... maybe special, but in a good way.
He couldn't believe how much Berk and its people had changed...mainly Astrid. The way she looked at him, the way she talked to him...the way she -listened- closely when he talked to her now were completely different.
Even the kind of stuff he could talk to her about was more than he could have ever expected, she obviously wasn't just interested in fighting. She liked to carve small figures or weapons out of wood after a training day and liked to play percussion instruments when Berk had a celebration and musicians were needed.
Still, her main hobby was fight training and she was
HTTYD: HicStridTitle: sorry don't have one D:HTTYD: HicStrid5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Theme: HiccupxAstrid (HicStrid?)
Setting: The story takes place, I don't know, maybe a day after the whole ending.
A punch and a kiss. That was the only way Astrid would show any affection to Hiccup, but deep inside, the boy wanted just a little bit more, a walk by the bay maybe or a day watching the sunset or even just a quiet evening together. There wasn't anything wrong with that, right? He just didn't want everything to always end with a punch and a simple kiss.
The sun was beginning to hide behind the trees and the cold of the night crept along the west. Everyone in the village was beginning to hurry with their duties before it got dark. Not because of the fear of dragon raids, that was resolved a while ago, but by the fact that during this season the nights become longer than the days.
Near a shallow river the rhythmic cutting of an axe could be heard. Astrid had been out getting lumber since the early morning. It was a chore she ha
Beyond the Realms - Lacrimosa - PrologueHTTYD: Beyond the realmsBeyond the Realms - Lacrimosa - Prologue5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Part I: Lacrimosa
"There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are messengers of overwhelming grief...and unspeakable love." (Washington Irving)
The seagulls flew high above the cold waters of the Norse sea, beating their wings ever so regularly and resuming their peaceful gliding. The whale's road was never the same, changing from minute to minute, and the waves invariably danced beyond the horizon. Sometimes, they were small and playful, and the seagulls would dive easily through them to catch their daily preys. And sometimes, the waves morphed into gigantic and deadly liquid walls and rare were the creatures who dared to challenge them in their powerful waltz.
That day, the young seagulls took pleasure in performing aerobatics until they reached the curtain of mist their parents had taught the
All Of HimAll Of Him4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
She had no patience for boys.
They were loud, vulgar, and only bathed when forced. But in a small village you didn't get to choose your peers, or your potential mates. Even though it was a year or two away, she knew she'd have to get married some day, in the same way that she knew the sun would rise every morning: it wasn't something you needed to contemplate, you didn't even have to like it, it just was. Fishlegs was tolerable if boring, Tuffnut was best off totally ignored, and Snotlout was simply a pest, strutting around, always trying to touch her. She'd broken his nose more than once in their fourteen years, not that it ever changed anything.
There was, of course, a fourth choice. He would have normally been considered dead last among the list of candidates, except for the small fact that he happened to be the son of the village chieftain. Marriage wasn't about love, it was about attaching the family to
A Midwinter's EveA Midwinter's EveA Midwinter's Eve5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Berk was sometimes referred to as the ice-cube of the north. Rain, snow, and hail seemed to constantly fall there. There was a short period of time between the spring when it rained constantly and the winter when the very seas froze that was actually inhabitable. However, that season had passed, much to the great disappointment of every inhabitant of Berk. The air was now icy, and if anyone tried to fly on a dragon with less than four layers of heavy clothing on, they would be frozen solid.
It was during one of these frigid days of winter that Hiccup was sitting beside the heating coals in the forge using the dim glow of a nearly extinguished candle to inspect his handiwork on a snowshoe attachment for his prosthesis. The snowshoe part hadn't been the problem, it had been the actual attachment part that had troubled him. At first he'd tried clipping it.
'Step step plop ' Hiccup mused, remembering his face plant into a large drift. It hadn't taken