Warmth - drabble“Stormfly, still,” Astrid commanded. The Nadder’s fidgeting barely halted but her rider still managed to get one of the three saddle straps undone.
“Hey,” Astrid called out as she worked. “Let’s check out the Ice Gorges next time. I hear there are some edible wild berries in those parts. We’ve pretty much exhausted all of Berk’s by now…”
She kept her focus on maneuvering around the next set of buckles, even as Hiccup’s voice rose to respond from the other side of his dragon.
“I thought you said it was too close to Villainy?”
Astrid’s shrugged. ”Eh, I wasn’t sure you could keep up before. I think we can give it a go next time we’re in the area.”
There was a pause and then, slow and uncertain, Hiccup repeated her words.
“You weren’t sure I could keep up?”
Astrid bit her lip to keep from smiling. His voice always dipped in
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,
Covering BasesCovering Bases2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Up until that point, Hiccup thought the worst of the “advice" had been shared at his grooming ceremony before the wedding.
“Gyrate man. It’s all about the gyrating.”
But during his grooming ceremony, before the wedding, they were sober. Now all filters were off.
“No, no, you gotta do this—" Tuffnut did something lewd and quite impossible with his fingers, and then proceeded to make wild and painful looking gestures with his hands.
Hiccup grimaced. "Uh, I don’t think—"
"More wrist!" Snotlout barked. “You need more wrist!"
Fishlegs looked horrified. Hiccup quickly shook his head at him from across the table.
Snotlout caught the motion and scoffed. “What do you know—"
A shadow settled over the table, silencing all the boys, and the heavy hand on his shoulder saved Hiccup from further comment. He looked up and saw his father towering over him with a kind, albeit uneasy, expr
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.5 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
Liar, LiarThe only thing Astrid found more unsettling than finding Hiccup on a secluded beach, soaking wet and staring off against another dragon rider, was his conduct.Liar, Liar2 years ago in Drama More Like This
An hour earlier she had caught sight of him flying off after storming from his father’s home—a common enough occurrence. Hiccup was often more willing to open up after a good fly, so Astrid had given them an hour’s period to cool off before she and Stormfly tracked them down. Usually she’d find them on some abandoned outcrop or seated in the branches of a high tree. They’d talk, tease, fight, kiss, and go home.
This time was different.
Hiccup offered no acknowledgement of Astrid’s arrival, not even when she dismounted in a jingle of metal and leather loud enough to disturb the thick tension strung between he and the stranger. His fixation on the woman across from him remained undisturbed; he stood with empty hands, parted lips, and naked disbelief raked across his face
Just a Boy in a ForgeAstrid strolled through the center of Berk, casually flipping her axe from hand to hand as she often did when she was happy. It was time to get it sharpened again. One of the perks of dating the blacksmith apprentice: her order jumped to the front the line. She’d be back to swinging it in no time.Just a Boy in a Forge2 years ago in Humor More Like This
Speaking of lines… there was a small gathering before the smithy. Astrid frowned; she knew this to be a quiet day for forgework. Hiccup often got off early.
A closer inspection of the group told Astrid they weren’t there for weapons.
Her lip curled and her steps grew heavy as she stomped towards the queue. The flathead of her axe accidentally swung a little too far in her game of switch-hands and it caught one girl at the waist. She went sprawling to the ground. The small crowd broke.
"Astrid!" the downed girl snarled.
"Scram, Inga," Astrid snapped. She passed an edgy glare over the rest—a couple girls her junior, one
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
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
HTTYD- Dreamer to a DreamHe held her hand as he ate. It was a bit of a challenge, as his dominant hand was preoccupied with hers and he had to use his left hand to stab at the meat weakly with a fork. Fortunately, he'd been getting better at it. It had been routine since the war ended, and now, although it took a few tries to get the food to his mouth, he no longer spilled his mead across the table and into Tuffnut's lap.HTTYD- Dreamer to a Dream4 years ago in Romance More Like This
He would sometimes absentmindedly rub his thumb over the back of her hand, and she almost always squeezed in response. Every once in a while she'd squeeze a little too hard, not realizing her own strength. Hiccup never said anything about this, however, fearing she'd never respond to his touch if he did.
He didn't like letting go of her hand, ever. His own hand felt empty, and quite frankly, incomplete without Astrid's fingers filling the gaps between his. It was this reasoning that led him to eating with his left hand in the first place.
At the moment, his plate was empty, licked clean aside
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:I Like The Sound Of ThatAstrid Hofferson stared up at the clouds thoughtfully. As much as she loved flying through them on her Nadder, she always took some time to appreciate the sight of them from below.HTTYD:I Like The Sound Of That4 years ago in Romance More Like This
It had been two years since she had first touched the clouds, yet the sensation still managed to give her the chills. She was now seventeen, and Astrid still had a hard time believing that she was living out her last year of youth. Being on the cusp of adulthood had caused her thoughts to dwell heavily on her future: She would need a job. Not just a simple chore with little satisfaction involved, a career. Two years earlier, the soldier within her would have made the choice much easier. Astrid knew she wanted to fight, but whether on foot with her axe or in the air upon a dragon was a much tougher choice. Either way, she was going to earn a living for herself- by herself. There was no way she would give up her independence and rely on a husband for income.
And that was another asp
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 Part5 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
Envy"Ah, crap!"Envy5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Ruffnut's cry of frustration only panicked the dragon more than it already had been, forcing Hiccup to intervene and calm the beast down before things got too dangerous. Astrid admired his talent as he calmed the dragon down, speaking in soothing tones and relaxing it with gentle hands. Astrid knew best out of anyone just how gentle those hands could be. She couldn't deny it: she had feelings for Gobber's apprentice, and she'd had them long before he had become the hero of Berk. And she'd been sure he'd returned the sentiments.
So why was he all alone with Ruffnut all the time while Astrid watched from afar? While he had still been getting used to his prosthetic leg, Hiccup and Astrid had been nearly inseparable. But now that he was feeling normal again, she'd been replaced by Ruffnut.
Anger began to build as Astrid watched Hiccup touch Ruffnut comfortingly on the shoulder. "Don't be too hard on yourself," he said with a smile. "You did better that time, just try to
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
Lessons in Hiccstrid #5: KissingLesson Five: KissingLessons in Hiccstrid #5: Kissing2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Hiccup never minded that he and Astrid had only kissed five times since they had become friends and eventually started dating.
Once when Astrid kissed him when he came stumbling out of the house after fighting the Red Death. Again on one of the many times she had apologized for being so mean to him in the past. Another time when Astrid had hurt herself flying on Stormfly and Hiccup helped her walk back home. The next when Astrid thanked Hiccup for bringing everyone’s dragon’s back on Snoggletog. And finally when she simply said—much to Hiccup’s surprise—“you looked so cute I couldn’t help myself.”
Hiccup certainly didn’t mind. But he still took the time to count each one and wish there were more.
But then there was always the peskiest reason he realized they didn’t kiss more, and it was because so far Astrid had been doing all the work. Every kiss they’d ever shared in the five months since their fir
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.
68: Hero.Astrid was seriously starting to get annoyed with this group of foreigners from another island.68: Hero.4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Ever since they'd heard about Hiccup, they'd been giggling at him and fluttering their luscious long eyelashes and simpering all over the place.
The last time they were here, they'd shoved him into the mud and called him a weakling and completely humiliated him! But oh no, ever since he'd rescued the entire tribe from a massive dragon and lost half of his leg and become a hero, he'd suddenly become very very interesting.
At least she could tell that he wasn't exactly enjoying the attention; in fact, he was desperately attempting to get away. She could see his green eyes flitting to her every so often, giving her pleading looks that she graciously ignored - for what could she do, exactly? It wasn't like she could barge right over there and drag him away...
...Wait a minute.
It took exactly ten seconds for her to march from her seat underneath the tree, and another fifteen for her to pu
Lessons in Hiccstrid #3: Holding HandsLesson Three: Holding HandsLessons in Hiccstrid #3: Holding Hands2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Berk generally had two seasons: summer and winter. When it was warm, it rained. And as soon as the first snowfall hit, it lasted for months on end. There were truly no four seasons, for right when the summer months ended, on came the endless winter.
The warmth had been snapped away the previous month, only leaving cloudy skies and cold rain to fall over Berk. But it was on one of Hiccup and Astrid’s many nights in his workshop when it was finally winter.
They had been hanging out together for almost two months, and yet still no official tag had been placed on what they were. It wasn’t a top priority on Hiccup’s list to rush things, but he would’ve liked to finally shut Snotlout up by just telling him that he and Astrid were a couple.
“Hiccup, where do you keep the blankets?” Astrid asked, sitting on a bench near the book shelf and shivering.
“Um, there really aren’t any in here. They’re mostly up in Gobbe
RemembersHiccup remembers the sound of his mother's voice—a little nasally with a throaty laugh. He remembers her laugh more than any words she ever spoke to him. Nearly every memory Hiccup retains of his mother involvers her laughter—deep and hearty. He could sit at the porch step of their home and hear her laughing all the way from Hooligan Harbor.Remembers2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
More than her laugh, Hiccup remembers the way his father would look at her. Sometimes staring into her eyes, quietly across the table or in greeting when she returned on a ship, but mostly at her back, at her profile, from afar. A silent admiration that would soften those hard, pale eyes and lessen the wrinkles of his brow. Stoick would look at Valhallarama, and Hiccup would look at Stoick, and she would look out to the horizon.
But most of all—more than her laugh or her presence—Hiccup remembers her absence. How she would return from a quest and a month, sometimes a week later set off for another. She’d come h
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
Lessons in Hiccstrid #4: HuggingLesson Four: HuggingLessons in Hiccstrid #4: Hugging2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Finally being able to say he had a girlfriend was probably one of the best feelings Hiccup could ever have—aside from flying, of course. But what was really the best was knowing that having a girlfriend in Astrid Hofferson was an all or nothing matter.
Astrid didn’t take anything she did lightly, even dating apparently. Now that they were official, Astrid had every reason to put her all into making sure their relationship was secure and that no one had anything to say about it.
She had already halfway beaten up Snotlout three times for his backtalk, but Hiccup couldn’t help but feel a little smug about the whole matter, even if beating him up didn’t stop Snotlout’s efforts in the slightest.
And with Snoggletog right around the corner, it was good to know that he’d finally have a best friend, his father, friends, and a girlfriend to share it with.
That was…until Toothless flew away and hadn’t returned for three days.
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 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: 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