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❛❛𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬,
𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠
𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐬.❜❜
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✦ 𝐇𝐢𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩 𝐇𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐇𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐢𝐢 ✦
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘋𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘰𝘯 𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳
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From the days when your unsteady toddler steps first trailed his, you had been Hiccups constant companion, a steadfast anchor through Berk's hardships and the village's sidelong glares, just as he'd been yours. A bond which was tempered in the wild through tender tumult of childhood, leading into something much, much more.
He trusted you above all others with his innermost thoughts . . . the vulnerabilities he shielded from his father's towering silhouette, the village's prying judgment, even the sharp-edged Astrid, whose fierce spirit left the other boys, including Hiccup, quietly awestruck.
Yet one secret loomed larger, a trembling fault line that had split his world and remade it . . . the night he'd brought down the Night Fury. Now his new companion, Toothless. Since those early years, when the endless cliffs of Berk began to whisper of lands beyond, and secrets waiting to be discovered, Hiccup had sought you out, his restless spirit tugging you, and often Siftwing, into the fray of his quests.
Together, you'd chased uncharted shores and endless adventures, the wind sharp with salt at your faces and promises to be fulfilled. If only he'd turn that same relentless curiosity inward, sift through the guarded corners of his heart, and reckon with the feelings he buried there, feelings that flickered for the steady pulse of the heart of Berk's core: you.
❛❛𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬,
𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬
𝐡𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫.❜❜
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✦ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬 ✦
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘉𝘦𝘳𝘬
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A/N: Reader descriptions are not described besides the clothing, true to Viking/httyd fashion from time to time.
Nurtured in the gentle hands of milk maidens and the calloused grip of Gobber, you built your skills in dual crucibles: kneading dough in the kitchen until the warm, sweet scent of your bakery treats wove itself into Berk's lifeblood, and shaping steel in the forge until your hands ached with the ingenuity of a tinkerer's mind.
The village craved your bakery goods, their rough voices lifting your name in the Great Hall's smoky din, but few noticed the glint and leadership that sparked when you huddled with Gobber and Hiccup. The three of you plotting devices and dreaming of contraptions too wild for the Hairy Hooligans' blunt imaginations.
Hiccup, your childhood companion, was your truest inspiration. Through years of untamed adventures, dangers, dragons subdued, skies claimed, you'd steeled yourself for the quiet yearning in your chest to dim, that soft, persistent hope that he'd see you beyond the shadow at his side.
These feelings never seemed to fade, however . . . They curled like ivy around your ribs, fed by his fleeting, distracted dorky grins and the far-off look in his green eyes that left you certain he felt nothing more. Yet, hidden even from himself, Hiccup carried a secret ember in his own chest, all but left unspoken and buried. A truth stirring deep within, waiting beneath his oblivious surface to catch flame. Yet the endless red thread of fate forever binds the two of you within the woven tapestry of your shared life . . . never fading, always holding.
❛❛𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐚 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠,
𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞.❜❜
—Cornelia Funke, Inkheart
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✧ 𝐆𝐨𝐛𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐡 ✧
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Gobber had been woven into the fabric of your life from the start. A silly yet steady companion to you and to your parents, whom he shared forge and field with until the Maelstrom's merciless claws claimed them both. The day they were taken, his spirit broke and his broad frame had slumped, a piece of his own flame going out as he swore a solemn oath to shield you with all the strength he could wield for his old, lost and beloved friends.
Now, as your adopted guardian, he filled the role of father more truly than any blood tie ever had. Guiding your hands through the blacksmith's craft, teaching you to tease steel into shape, and passing down every trick he knew . . . Of course, when his booming shouts weren't trailing after you and Hiccup, corralling the restless havoc you two stirred up by the hour. . .
You were a trial, a relentless spark of trouble no doubt. But one he'd grown to need; it was as vital to him as the clang of hammer on anvil.
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✧ 𝐀𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐝 𝐇𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 ✧
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Astrid was always one to carry her warrior's pride as deftly as her honed axe, her stance unbowed and her gaze sharp enough to send Berk's brashest scattering. Yet beneath that tempered steel lay a hidden softness she'd rarely show. It was a quiet hunger for the sweets you crafted in your kitchen's warm sanctuary. That quiet little ritual had kindled an unexpected bond of friendship between you two over time, built on the crackle of crusts and murmured gratitude, though she shielded it like a buried cache, her voice rarely rising above a whisper until time smoothed that guarded edge away.
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✧ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧 𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 ✧
𝘚𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴
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𝐒𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐭 ━✧━𝐑𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐧𝐮𝐭━✧━𝐅𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐬━✧━𝐓𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐧𝐮𝐭
𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐤 ━✧━𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐚━✧━𝐄𝐫𝐞𝐭, 𝐒𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐄𝐫𝐞𝐭
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✦ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐒 ✦
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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐅𝐮𝐫𝐲
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𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬 ━━ 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐞 ━━ 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝟐𝟎 ━━ 𝐀𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝟏𝟓
𝐀𝐫𝐦𝐨𝐫 𝟏𝟖 ━━ 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟒 ━━ 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐋𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐭 𝟔
𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐡 𝟏𝟖 ━━ 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧 𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 ❛❛𝐇𝐢𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩❜❜
Behold . . . The unholy offspring of lightning and death itself. Swift as a thunderclap and twice as unpredictable. Keep your distance; this cunning blur might lunge with a mock tackle, pinning you beneath his weight, or unleash a barrage of slobbering licks, leaving your skin tacky with a stench that lingers for days. When he's not streaking through Berk's skies, sowing hushed awe among the Vikings, he turns the tale. Curling up as the most loyal companion imaginable. Hiccup's truest ally . . . next to you, of course.
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⊹₊ㆍ✦ 𝐒𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 ✦ㆍ₊⊹
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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐖𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐡
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𝐓𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬 ━━ 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐞 ━━ 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝟏𝟖 ━━ 𝐀𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝟏𝟐
𝐀𝐫𝐦𝐨𝐫 𝟏𝟔 ━━ 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟒 ━━ 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐋𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐭 𝟖
𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐡 𝟐𝟎 ━━ 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧 𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 ❛❛𝐲𝐨𝐮❜❜
The gentle sleepy giant, Siftwing, a dragon with an uncanny knack for finding ease in Berk's rough edges. His name stems from his habit of sifting through the island's sandy shores, where he's often found half-buried, scales glinting under a crust of sand as he dozes through the long days. Don't be deceived by his languid sprawl, though, when roused or determined, he takes to the skies with you astride, cutting through the crisp coastal wind in breaking speed, his wings humming as he vies with Toothless and Hiccup in a swift, spirited chase. Proof, perhaps, that one can savor both rest and rivalry in equal measure. He's also extremely protective of his human: you. So, Beware.
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⊹₊ㆍ✦ 𝐌𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐜𝐞 ✦ㆍ₊⊹
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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐓𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬 ━━ 𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 ━━ 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝟏𝟎 ━━ 𝐀𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝟖
𝐀𝐫𝐦𝐨𝐫 𝟔 ━━ 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟐 ━━ 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐋𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐭 𝟏𝟎
𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐡 𝟏𝟐 ━━ 𝐕𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐦 𝟏𝟐 ━━ 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐞𝐫 ❛❛𝐲𝐨𝐮❜❜
Menace . . . a four-legged rogue with a notorious streak for culinary mayhem. Deceptively perilous, this cunning thief can swipe your meal clean the instant your guard slips—blink, and your plate's a memory. Hide food on sight. Yet beneath her voracious exploits lies a disarming charm: a tail that lashes with eager rhythm, a zeal for fetch that matches her hunger, and a weakness for belly rubs that softens her edge. She's the sort of scoundrel who pilfers your bread and your affection in one deft strike.
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❛❛𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡,
𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐬’ 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬,
𝐀 𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐈 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐝,
𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬.
𝐌𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥 𝐬𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐫,
𝐮𝐧𝐲𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 . . .
𝐘𝐞𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐬, 𝐫𝐚𝐰 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞,
𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐚𝐤𝐞.❜❜
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Pairing: Hiccup x female! reader
Genre: romance, fantasy, suspense, drama, angst, dark, violence, friends to lovers, dark themes, heavy Viking lore, canon divergence, slow burn
Warnings: This will have the lore of the films + shows but with much darker themes. Gore/blood, mentions of death, Norse mythology, some realistic dragon themes, more realistic scenarios, and mature themes starting at the point httyd 2 ark comes in, so, ofc NSFW. Any other warnings will be properly tagged upon story progression.
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