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[creamyavocadosoup]

𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞

a/n: lowercase intended! been in an anime binge lately and am currently watching horimiya. its great honestly, it makes me feel so mushy bc me when !! but also i can kinda relate. sorry this wasnt proofread! if there are any mistakes lmk ;-;

characters: rtte!hiccup x fem!reader

tags: kinda angsty, unrequited (?) pining, intimate touches and moment (nothing nsfw)

word count: 1.5k

if you missed it, here's part one: can i be her?

the road to recovery was slow, and the mending of hiccup and i's relationship even slower. although i had forgiven him, there was an undeniable shift in how i acted towards him, whether it was intentional or not.

i had felt guilty about it, of course, but i couldn't force myself to go back to the way things were and pretend nothing had happened. even more so when i could tell that hiccup and the other riders picked up on it too.

after that incident however, something else had also changed. as subtle as it was (or tried to be), hiccup had begun doing things out of his own volition. small things like the soil in my garden being damp when i wake up, my medicine cabinets tidied and arranged how i liked it after a nap, or even my hut being spick and span, a still-hot plate of food awaiting me on my bedside table when i wake up.

it was strange to be on the receiving end of such actions. i had gotten used to helping the riders more than i had received it in return. so having hiccup do so much for me just because, induced emotions in me that i'm still quite unsure in how to handle.

today was spent patching up the riders after a grueling training session and a few accidents (mostly snotlout) and we make conversation as they tell me the new things they've discovered when they went adventuring a few days ago.

my huge cut had - thankfully - been steadily healing, the riders taking turns in making sure i wasn't doing tasks i wasn't supposed to. a few weeks since the incident and i could finally start walking around my hut with much, much caution.

taking this opportune moment of reprieve, i'm currently sat at my front porch, admiring the view of the sea and horizon off in the distance. i sipped quietly on my drink while wrapped in a blanket, the birds chirping and soft swaying of the trees my only company.

...that is until strong gusts of wind caused by a familiar midnight black dragon landed on my front yard, along with his ever-familiar rider in tow.

"[name]! i come bearing new entries to my journal, along with snacks of course."

right. ever since my injury, hiccup had made it some sort of tradition to come and talk to me about things he discovered while out on adventures or simply reading up and researching on subjects he thinks would interest me.

he reasoned it as him hoping i wouldn't feel too lonely even though the other riders visiting routinely (which i soon figured out was coordinated by hiccup thanks to a slip of the tongue from tuffnut) had given me plenty of company since then.

hiccup took his seat beside me on the porch swing, making himself comfortable. offering the other half of my blanket and he takes it with a smile, scooting closer to me.

initially, i seemingly wasn't quite receptive of this tradition he had started; lack of responses, barely any indication that i was interested in whatever he was talking about. but the dragon rider hadn't exactly let it affect him whatsoever. he continued coming regularly, and talking enough for the both of us.

"hiccup." i spoke, softly and quite mellow, but it had stopped his rant completely as he turned to look at me.

i raised my head to look back at him, my eyes slowly dragging over his features. sweat beaded faintly across his brows as he also searched my face of any indication of emotion. he gulped, the action quite apparent, "yes?"

"are you doing all this because you feel guilty?" i questioned, my voice devoid of any accusatory tone, yet it made him flinch slightly in his seat. "if you are, then you shouldn't be, because i already forgive you."

he pursed his lips and brows furrowed as he continued to keep his eyes on me, clearly displeased despite my words. i felt a warmth slowly settle on my hand, looking down to find his hand grabbing onto mine.

my heart beat quickened, a soft yet steady heat creeping up onto my cheeks. for a moment, it had felt like we were suspended in time, the universe letting us have this moment that we've needed.

"even if you have forgiven me," he paused, his body turning to me and gripping my hand tighter, "i can't." he whispered, a soft tremble in his voice as i watched his eyes gloss over.

"i'm sorry. i'm so sorry." he almost weeps, his voice crackly and tears turning his eyes glossy. "i shouldn't have talked to you like that. been so - so caught up in my emotion that i just had zero regard for how you were feeling to how i was saying it." his voice shakes slightly, and my heart crumpled at the emotion.

gently setting aside my drink, i reached to hold his hands with both of mine, softly rubbing my thumb along the natural contours of the back of it. my throat felt tight, that same burning feeling in my eyes coming back, but i steeled myself and my voice to be able to say what i needed to.

"hiccup.. i understand, i really do." my voice had felt so fragile, like glass, about to break if more pressure is applied to it. "in the time i've spent by myself these past few weeks, i've come to a certain understanding and acceptance to the situation. and it's okay," i squeezed his hands, "i'm okay."

he subtly shakes his head no, one of his hands breaking free from mine and drifting to my wounded abdomen, past the hem and underneath my shirt. hiccup was quiet but his touch spoke more than his words tried to convey. my breath hitched at the action as he continued with his ministrations, yet his expression more spaced-out. i'm not sure what it was exactly, but i could tell he was heavily contemplating something in his head.

despite the gauze barrier, i could feel the heat of him emanating through it. it allowed that familiar warmth to bloom in my chest once again, the same warmth that only he seems to be the cause of. it had felt entirely too intimate to consider it as something friends do which only raised so many more questions and confusion in my head.

this wasn't normal for friends, right? is this something he normally does with the others?

i gulped down the lump in my throat, the thought of him doing the same thing to a certain blonde-haired viking setting an uncomfortable feeling in my gut.

before i could voice out any of my thoughts however, my eyes widened and cheeks warmed considerably once i felt his touch travel to my cheek. it was soft, almost feather-like, and comforting. his eyes glowed beautifully, the orange sunset reflecting onto his green eyes, effectively enchanting me with how beautiful it looked.

he kept his eyes on me, seemingly waiting on a sign on how i felt about the current predicament. seeing no protests from me, he continued on, now essentially cupping my face with both of his hands, his piercing eyes never leaving my face, flitting between my eyes and lips.

"hiccup..."

"hiccup!" a familiar voice cut through the silence and the trees, dispelling the intimate moment in an instant. i hurriedly moved away from his clutches, picking up my forgotten drink, as hiccup nervously fixes his hair and clothes.

astrid appears on the path in front of my hut, lax features and usual demeanor indicating that she didn't see whatever just happened between hiccup and i. "there you are. figured you would be here." she spoke, walking closer towards my porch.

hiccup laughed, notably a little more breathless than when he normally is, yet astrid doesn't bat an eye or pick up on it. admittedly, i spaced out as she rambled on, the scene before still playing over and over in my head.

hiccup's soft touches was still practically branded onto my skin, with how i could still feel the heat of his touch despite him being on the other side of the seat we were on. his actions had only made me more confused, swirling thoughts trying to reason why he did what he did yet none of them made sense.

what was that? was he...

i shook away the thoughts as i come back to consciousness back in time. "[name], i hope you don't mind that i'll be taking this guy with me for a little bit. i need his help on a few things regarding training." she spoke.

i nodded, plastering a small smile on my face but i turn to look at hiccup, silently torn on wanting him to go or letting him leave. his gaze was on me, searching my face but perhaps my features weren't translating my desire well, because he turns to astrid and smiles, "we can go, we were just finishing up anyways."

my heart cracks just a tiny bit, that same feeling that i felt a few weeks ago leaking through the cracks of my resolve little by little. but i force the smile back on my face, standing up to bring my drink back inside, the atmosphere now leaving a bad taste in my mouth.

they gather their things and leave side-by-side, and i also turn and huddle back into my hut, missing the longing look hiccup held to my disappearing figure.

DO NOT REPOST MY CONTENT ANYWHERE! i would love to hear any and all thoughts. mwah! have a great day!

quick access to my library.

#ˋ°•*⁀➷ books #ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ everything nice #hiccup x you #hiccuphaddock #httyd angst #httyd #hiccup x reader #finally this is out of my drafts #so sorry for the long wait ;-; #i've been very busy #mwa #hehe

[magnifiico]

the pjo brainrot's got hands so i apologize for the continued "quietly hiding in my drafts/inbox" on this blog („ಡωಡ„);

i am still #Obsessed with all my interactions and dynamics so far (super stoked to explore more in the new year!) and have legitimately been loving responding to you talented folks, so please don't take my ooc silence or lack of presence on the dash as a lack of interest! <3

happy new year, folks! i hope 2024 treats everyone well and you have a splendid start to the year!

#˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ 《 ooc 》 #i went into the pjo show 100% aware that it was going to consume my soul #and warned all my loved ones about how annoying i was going to become #but i think even i wasn't aware of just HOW annoying i was going to become #so now all my friends are suffering and deserve awards for putting up with me #not me legit rereading the books now at the speed of an insane person #me: oh i have a few minutes of free time at work while i wait for a file to download ??? that's enough time to read-- #don't look at me adopting percy and protecting him at all costs (insert the wish song here) #bUT YES i am still sOOO eager and adoring all the interactions on this blog #and so touched by everyone's interest in my garbage ; you all are so incredible <3 #here's to a good 2024! c:

[lcftyambiticns]

Here's a soft uwuwu HC as well to, uh... even the asshole/nice scale? Jk, no, it probably won't. Anyway

He likes watching the birds on his balcony in the morning. Every now and then, he'll scatter some breadcrumbs along the balustrade for them.

#˗ˏˋ 💎 ∗ ╰ HEADCANONS ; #ooc. #/ such an angel #uwuwuwuw #/ no but srsly he IS an asshole #but he's still HUMAN #a multi-dimensional being who has fears ; passions ; enjoys a good book with a cup of tea & watching the bribs on his balcony #a character can be flawed and a villain but still have... nuance #I think that's what makes them truly interesting and fun to write #And NO I'm not talking about woobifying a character - let an asshole be an asshole #Lorroakan #Bg3 HC

[greenelight]

i   hate   how   this   book   says   his   c***   swelled   or   twitches   like   what   is   this.   is   this   meant   to   be   sexy   ?

#˗ˏˋ ᵃᶜᵗ ᶤ· ﹙ out of character ﹚ ﹕ boba tea refill. #tbd. #& yet im determined to finish it gdi gndgjkndfjkg #the white man in this book gives me the MOST ick #i want to dESTROY HIM #once i read a bit more ill be here #im trying to read 50 books this year & i gotta push through this

[rosehearrt]

villainouscharm⠀:⠀starter, post book six, infirmary based .

It was a staggering thing, waking up with a start, blinking oneself back into the realm of existence after near full-obliteration. He remembered…not a lot, actually. Fainting, after getting far too close to Ortho. His bright red hair, turning as white as freshly fallen snow, and Azul. Azul, who had…carried him out of there, if he recalled correctly. He’d ran surprisingly quickly, even with Riddle’s added weight. And just as his vision was going fully fuzzy around the edges for what he’d been certain would be the last time, he’d gotten to see the cephalopod’s expression, the anxiety in it and even traces of fear.

Looking around with confusion evident on his features, he attempted to take everything in…ah…the infirmary. He should have known. These past few months’d had him spending more time here than he had during the entire two previous years of his attendance at this school…which would have been impressive, had it not also been deeply concerning.

With a sigh, he took in the I.V. in his arm, the heart rate monitor attached to his finger, and a couple of other electrodes on his chest. At least his hair seemed to have returned to its normal hue, but he could feel the heaviness to his body; the full force of the hit it had taken. Tartarus had perhaps been the mightiest of beasts he’d taken on yet. It’d worn down both his body and mind, as well as any and all defenses which was…discomforting.

He realized now, just how much he’d spilled to Azul. All of those carefully guarded parts of his childhood kept so close to his chest, like an especially enthralling hand of cards. Nothing about it had been pretty; and nothing about it had been anything he’d ever intended to share. He never spoke of it, not even with Trey, who already knew of some of it. And yet, he’d confided in Azul. Not of everything, of course, but…certain things. 

And now, he could feel the cold wash of terror down his spine as he realized he’d handed his vulnerabilities to their school’s most infamous information broker on a silver platter. What was wrong with him, honestly! No wonder everyone always looked at him as though he were on a constant downward spiral. Clearly, he was, or he wouldn’t have done that. This was going to cause so much additional trouble; reasoning with Azul was nearly impossible.

But he had to find him, and at the very least try.

So he shifted, readying himself to remove his I.V. first…before his elbow brushed a figure, asleep in a chair at his bedside. What…? “Azul?” Incredulous, finely groomed eyebrows shot up, Riddle’s shock evident on his features. Was this real? He was here, with Riddle? “What—what in the seven’s name are you doing here??”

#SORRY THIS IS SO BAD I'M SO HALF ASLEEP IT'S NOT EVEN FUNNY #v. & ˗ˏˋ BOOK SIX ˎˊ˗ ─ 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳; 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 & 𝘵𝘰𝘵𝘢𝘭 𝘰𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 . #villainouscharm

[neesieiumz]

my review on Legendborn (ᵔᴥᵔ)

#˗ˏˋ ɴᴇᴇsɪᴇ’s ʙᴏᴏᴋ ʜᴀᴜʟ ༄ ˎˊ˗ #legendborn #putting all book-related things under this tag #thank you to Deja for sending the link for this journal

[nursc]

christine isn't quite sure when or how she got chloe to agree to this lesson. some of the events of the shuttle exist only as a blur inside her head, as dusty and fragile as the snow blocking them in; she remembers she talked for hours, but the specifics of it, all the little things she kept spinning into existence to keep the other from staging a break-out. if chloe hadn't brought it up, she would have completely forgotten about it.

it was her lucky week. her testy patient got out in one piece, and she was getting a recipe out of it.

❛⠀⠀put me to work, chef.⠀ ⠀ ❜⠀

@chloevlinder • sc.

#chloevlinder #˗ˏˋ ― very much in control of herself. ， 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜. ´ˎ˗ #˗ˏˋ ― it's good to get mad sometimes. ， 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍𝚜. ´ˎ˗ #i was thinking about the weird cook book i found and this came to me #holler if you want something different

[l0nglives]

also , & i don't care that this isn't in any of the books , but also ! hyacinth does give her sibling's love interests shovel talks. the only one she doesn't is simon , because it all happened rather quickly , & she was too invested on finding a way to get gregory back for putting a frog in her drawers. ( what is even worse is that mamma didn't let her keep it ! ) & all of them do pass her discerning inspection , even edwina - depending on if we are solely show based or novel based or a little bit of both - & it wasn't because edwina assured her that she will get to play with newton regardless. ( it was. )

#˗ˏˋ HYACINTH BRIDGERTON ﹙ . . . ﹚ HC. #i still need to finish eloise's book & the others. #negl book two & three were just bangers i kinda have a habit of rereading those im SORRY.

[leonardosfm]

#scream 6 promo season has been so good to me thus far #everyone say thank you to scream 6 casting directors for keeping josh booked and busy #anyway when's next gen #* . ✦ . ˚ future ˗ˏˋ but it isn’t over we still got a ninja’s greatest weapon: hope ˎˊ˗

[muutos]

i added movie vanessaaa to my carrd hehehehehe

#no spoilers #!! just an update. she's on secondary muse list rn #also like the books and all fnaf content outside of games this is a separate universe so i consider vanessa shelly & game vanny - #to be different entirely !! #bc she do be #𝐢. . . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ [ 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐧 › out of character ]

[creamyavocadosoup]

𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐢 𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫?

a/n: hi everyone!! thank you so much for 1k likes across my works! i was in actual disbelief when i got that notif. i thank you all so much for the love. i dont rly do celebration posts and such but i still thank you all sm for it ( ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈♡) i haven't had much chance to write this piece so its been sitting in the drafts for a little bit but!! i have a break coming up so im hoping to do some writing then. also this is not proofread so forgive me.

characters: rtte!hiccup x fem!reader

tags: angst, hurt/comfort, unrequited (?) pining, hiccup being angy, mentions of not eating and getting hurt, almost fainting, implied almost death (astrid), near death experience, fighting, blood (got wounded)

here's part 2: take a chance with me

The salty breeze wrapped around me like a comforting blanket, sounds of the waves crashing on the shore almost lulling me to sleep after such a long couple of days. Had it not been for the sweat rolling off me, or the ache in each movement, I would have no doubt fallen asleep.

"She almost died, [Name]!" his voice boomed, his gaze so piercing it had me pinned frozen in the clubhouse across from him.

"We had a plan and you didn't stick to it. Gods knows what would have happened if the rest of the team hadn't been there to clean up your mess," he looked at me, the disappointment so apparent in his eyes it burned through the protective barrier around my heart, "And now they got away with the Dragon Eye!" his hands banged on the table, the loud noise nearly scaring me half to death and causing me to jump in my spot.

Astrid almost died. Because of me.

My throat ached, feeling like it loathed with the body it was in, rejecting this emotion that coursed through my body so intensely. My eyes burned, so terribly that I had nearly convinced myself they were acid, all in an attempt to swallow down the emotions and hope to tuck them in a corner of my mind somewhere, never to be seen or felt again.

"Maybe I was a fool to think you were ready for this." he muttered under his breath, but I heard it so clearly and the rest of the riders did too.

The said blonde laid a hand on Hiccup's shoulder, silently asking him to take a breather and calm for a moment, but he only shook it off, the irritation still clearly running hot in his veins. He stormed off, hurriedly flying away with Toothless, not a single glance back at me.

Astrid only sighed, silently approaching me, and the rest of the gang stood motionless on the other side of the room. Even the twins were uncharacteristically quiet, which had unnerved me more than I had let on. She rubbed my shoulders, allowing me words of comfort but I hadn't heard any of it despite looking right at her.

I mumbled a few words before scurrying off, making a beeline for my hut and hoping to shroud myself in the four walls and indulge in isolation. I thanked Thor for a moment due to my hut being farther than the main base, giving me ample privacy.

My emotions had only caused me to hit the targets harder, to push myself further, until I was sure something like this wouldn't happen again. What if Hiccup was right?

My winged companion whined worriedly beside me but I was too far past the point of comprehension to even realize that I was littered in tiny cuts and bruises, and my limbs had ached for a while now. But I ignored it, not even close to being content with my progress in training.

I laid in my bed, nearly motionless for the past 24 hours. Not even the sound of multiple knocks and quips from the different riders, nor my stomach growling had given me any energy to move. All my windows had been shut, allowing little to no sunlight into the room. The darkness had allowed for me to continuously slip in and out of slumber, the time passing faster than I thought it was due to it.

By the third day, I had resorted to aggressively cleaning every inch of my house, not wanting to drown in the thoughts and providing myself with a distraction. I still hadn't opened the door but had at least opened a few windows to let in some light.

Hiccup coming to knock on my door almost had me stopping in my tracks, but I chose to tune him out, not wanting to deal with that whole situation at the moment. I needed time to process the emotions and think clearly and rationally before I could face him again. I needed to improve and be sure there's been a significant improvement before he can see me again.

It took me four days, four whole days, to allow the simmering emotions to bubble over and explode to whatever mess I had become now. On a random beach at another island, training like my life depended on it with virtually no one but my dragon as my witness, and it was comforting to say the least.

The guilt from Hiccup's words had hit me like a truck, the possible outcomes of my choices in the heat of the moment and how it had almost cost one of my closest friends' lives. It made frustration build up inside me with each missed blow, each kick, each strike.

I had gotten so absorbed in my own emotions that I didn't hear or even notice the multiple footsteps of unwanted guests on the same beach. All I heard was the violent roar of my dragon and I turned around to see one of the Dragon Hunters on the ground.

I readily hurried my stance, thanking the Gods I was already holding one of my weapons, and cursed to myself. 'Fuck how did they manage to sneak up on me? Was I really that distracted?'

My vision flit between the hunters as they slowly and carefully stepped towards me, their weapons glinting under the sun. I knew I was at a disadvantage, my bruised and battered body would not be able to out-fight all of them. So I have to be smart, and figure out a way to get out unscathed.

It was quiet as we only stared at each other. This was odd, I thought, why aren't they attacking? Before I could ask questions, a familiar voice caught my attention as he walked up from the ship and onto shore.

"Ryker." I spat. Gripping my weapon tightly, I glared at the man in front of me.

"Quite good timing that I catch you here alone, hm?" He smirked, crossing his arms as he looked down at me, "Take her and her dragon." He ordered, the men around him charging at me at once from all different directions.

Over my dead body, I thought, no way are they taking my dragon! "[D/N] let's go!" The sound of metals clashing and explosions were all I heard as I parried all oncoming attacks my way as best I could and so did my dragon.

Heavy breathing and heavy limbs were all I felt as I slowed and struggled to keep up with my enemies. In a moment of weakness, I felt a blade slash through my side. Warm blood quickly trickled down my hip as I screamed out in pain.

A loud roar was all I heard before seeing a big explosion and my enemies knocked unconscious onto the floor. My dragon wasted no time and hurriedly picked me up before flying away to return to the edge, narrowly missing the arrows being shot our way.

I breathed heavily, clutching my side with one hand in an attempt to stop the bleeding, and my other holding onto my dragon so I don't fall into the ocean. The ride had felt extremely long and I could feel myself slipping from reality as more blood poured from the wound.

Blearily, I looked around my surroundings as I felt myself being placed softly onto what smelt like grass. I barely recognized my hut in the near distance and the garden I was growing beside it as my dragon hurriedly grabbed medical supplies.

Thankfully he already knew which ones to grab from seeing me patch up the other riders over and over again, and brought over gauzes and pastes. I huffed and groaned, trying and dragged to prop myself on a nearby tree to properly dress my wound.

"[D/N], get me water... water please." I was feeling exhausted but I knew subconsciously that I couldn't fall asleep now, or it would create even more difficult consequences.

My winged friend quickly grabs and brings over a pail of water to me. Taking off my armor and lifting my shirt, which was already slashed through anyways, I assessed my wound and figured it hadn't gone deep enough to rupture any organs or I would have much worse symptoms.

While cleaning my wound, a soft thumping and pairs of footsteps sounded before they spoke. "[Name]? Where are you? What happened?"

I didn't speak, focusing on stitching myself up and not crying. [D/N] however quickly beckoned them over and they quickened their paces, soon surrounding me with their bodies. The riders were shocked upon seeing my state and Hiccup had briskly told all of them to turn away from me.

Familiar warm hands were placed on my arms, "[Name]," Hiccup spoke softly. My vision blurred and my throat tightened, making it harder to stop the tears from falling, "Let me help you with that. Please." His voice was small yet firm, a hint of pleading lying underneath. Yet it was still caring, and warm, and it filled the cracking crevices in my resolve as I pulled away to let him work.

"Astrid, refill the bucket. Fishlegs, grab me more gauze and paste. And get some of the stuff Gothi gave us." The two nodded, ambling away quietly as Hiccup diligently worked on my wound. "Ruffnut, Tuffnut, and Snotlout, grab one of her shirts and get her hut prepared." Surprisingly, there wasn't any complaints or jokes from the trio, only diligent nods and they went straight to work. Thus the only sound between us was the soft rustling of the trees in the wind, and my voice hissing at the pain of being stitched up.

"It was-" I gulped, trying to swallow down the burning feeling, "It was Ryker." Hiccup's hands stopped only for a moment and stayed quiet, so I took it as a sign to continue.

"He-He ambushed me. While I was on another island, training." I added, however the pain had teetered into being unbearable causing a whimper to escape my throat.

Luckily Hiccup had finished with the needle and moved onto wrapping it, an ever-present ache there but it was much better than the searing pain I had felt moments ago. Hiccup reached beside me and covered my chest with my torn shirt.

"I'm sorry."

I slowly blinked my eyes as I raised my head to take a good look at his face. His hair was disheveled, more than usual, and his under-eyes slightly darker. He had this seemingly perpetual small furrow in between his brows.

But his eyes were still that beautiful green that I had fallen in love with at first sight. One could argue that his slightly bloodshot eyes complimented the green but I couldn't feel much happiness knowing it was because he was losing sleep over me.

His voice was quiet, dripping with sorrow and regret and it had me pursing my lips, my heart feeling tight.

"I'm sorry I said those things. They were out of anger but they don't excuse how it had hurt you." he continued, his pinky carefully linking with mine. He was testing the waters, afraid I would push him away once more but to be honest, I was too tired to even formulate a response.

"Hiccup..." I whispered, softly curling my finger around his. He looked into my eyes, hesitant to hear what I would say.

"I'm tired." I breathed out. My eyes blinked often, already on the verge to dreamland. He nods wordlessly, picking me up with barely any effort it seems, and bringing me inside my hut. Thankfully it seems like the twins and Snotlout have already finished with cleaning up my place.

Hiccup helped me into the shirt they picked before tucking me into my bed. His hands were comforting, brushing away loose hairs from my face. But it was fleeting, much like most of his touches towards me. Like it burned him, or he was disgusted by it.

He makes sure I'm settled well but before he could get comfy on the edge of the bed beside me, Astrid's voice is heard through the door. "Hiccup?" she calls, and his head quickly whips to the direction of her.

A small frown creeps up onto my face yet thankfully Hiccup only thinks of it as caused by my injury when he turns back to look at me. He smiles, a little unsure and an unfamiliar emotion in his eyes, as he reaches out to tuck a stray hairs away from my face.

"Sleep well. I'll be right here." he murmured. I only heard the soft sound of wood creaking and warm, green eyes before falling asleep.

note: guys,,, i've been gone so long?? literally ive been so busy T-T also got friendzoned before the summer so that was great. ANYWAYS!! if u liked this, i would so love to hear ur thoughts. and!! there may or may not be a part two to this too hehe

#ˋ°•*⁀➷ books #ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ everything nice #httyd #httyd angst #httyd rtte #hiccup x reader #hiccup x you #race to the edge

[puppy-coded]

sara: the testorone is strong in this one

me: HELP

@steveharringtonlovesme

#·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚the goddess speaks˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙ #quote book #✧*̥˚ live from mount olympus *̥˚✧ #⇢ ˗ˏˋ athena's moots☄. *. ⋆ #↳ ❝ [sara] ¡! ❞

[greenelight]

this is what i did in between job hunting today. :3

#˗ˏˋ ᵃᶜᵗ ᶤ· ﹙ out of character ﹚ ﹕ boba tea refill. #tbd. #determined to write this week! #ive been really wrapped up in my book & writing on d.iscord #im also rereading h.owl's moving castle but very casually #i love my boy look at him smoochin #who will smooch him #ugh he's so cute #i love my oc

[astrakofe]

everyone: hoLdEn, yoU'Re nOt oUR caPtaIN. also, everyone: so, boss.....

#˗ˏˋ ☪ ———— ooc . #i think it takes longer in the books but it's funny to see on the show

[matrasek]

what if I store my fanfictions in a minecraft server like my little cosy library

#˗ˏˋ꒰ chirps #saw there was new stuff where you can tidy up your books on minecraft #i'm not a big player but might become one with this #i'll put the communist manifesto

[marshymallo]

when someone genuinely tries to do something nice for you with only good intentions and it somehow ends up fucking something up?

and it really shouldn’t matter because it’s not that big of a deal but you’re an emotional little bitch and it upsets you way more than it should?

that’s how i feel right now and i fucking hate it

#my grandma’s boyfriend bought me a laptop bag for the computer he bought me for college #but the bag was like super gross and sticky inside but i didn’t know that #so i put a book in there #one i bought for myself so i could read it on a car trip i was going on with my family #well some of the sticky shit got onto the pages of the book and i tried to scrape it off but it started tearing some of the pages #because it was making some of the pages stick together #and i know he would never give me something like that intentionally but it ruined my fucking book #‘it’s just a book get over it’ yeah well it’s MY fucking book. MINE. when something that’s YOURS gets trashed your allowed to be upset #⇢ ˗ˏˋ mae says stuff ࿐ྂ