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nightmarewolf937 · 3 months
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Runaway!GN!Reader meets their new trio of dragons...
Timeline: Race To The Edge [Part 1]
Runaway!Reader who fled their island in the middle of the night, only hours after hearing about their betrothal to some other tribe's heir.
Runaway!Reader who stumbles upon a Deathgripper that's injured, but still ready to fight and kill off any threats. It's stinger at the end of it's tail is exposed and ready to strike...until the Reader leaves and returns with fish they've managed to catch.
As the large dragon finally decides he can resist the fish no more, he begins to devour each one whole until nothing remains.
The Reader is just sitting there with their legs crossed and admiring this very dangerous dragon, mind racing with names and thoughts while the Deathgripper just stares back.
Finally settling on the name DeathStrike, after multiple growls and threatening displays at the other names mentioned, Runaway!Reader notices how the sun is beginning to set and starts to panic a bit.
As night falls, they realize just how much danger was really lurking about because where there's one Deathgripper, there's a pack of them.
Two more, equally frightening and dangerous, come charging out to defend the larger dragon with their tusks and stingers at the ready...but their injured pack mate snarls at them to back off.
DeathStrike has taken a liking to his new human!
He manages to stand and it's even clearer that he is the largest Deathgripper infront of Reader who's taken a few steps back and is panicking at the thought of being this pack of dragon's meal. They cower as the dragons approach and surround them, closing their eyes and tensing up as they prepare for pain.
But it never happens.
Instead they feel the snout of DeathStrike press against their hair, deep breaths inhales and hot puffs of air hit their skin, their eyes slowly open to see a lack of hostility amongst the pack.
A small pack of three male Deathgrippers isn't common amongst the species, but it also wasn't very common for these dragons to just claim a human as their new companion.
But now you're stuck with the trio of Deathgrippers who aren't keen on letting you go.
Imagine the first meeting with the Dragon Riders...
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wishfulthinking-jla · 7 months
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this axe I drew for a HTTYD fan fic
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Sample from Chapter 22
"Hey, Gobber!" I said as loudly as I could over Grump's snoring.
"Quiet, ya lazy beastie!" Gobber nudged the dragon to quiet him. Grump groaned but quieted.
"I've come for the axe. Is it ready?"
"Of course." Gobber picked up a sturdy looking axe with a leather cover hiding the blade. "One ornate axe ready for Snoggletog, as promised."
I undid the buckle of the cover and examined the beautiful steel blade. It was ornate and not as strong as Gronckle iron since it was meant to be a fireplace hanging but would still make a beautiful battle axe with a deadly cut if needed. The engraving was a copy of my own art; a Monsterous Nightmare head and a love knot. I'd spent a lot of time creating the design and Gobber had spent even more time carving it into the blade in the last two weeks. I didn't think Gobber had spent a single free moment not working on this axe.
"Engraving that beauty was a labor of love, lass. Hope it's for someone real important to ya."
"It is." I rebuckled the cover and set the second half of Gobber's pay on his work bench. He definitely deserved more and I decided I'd have to give him a little extra when I had extra on me to give.
Gobber smiled. "Good on ya, lassie. Happy Snoggltog."
"Happy Snoggltog, Gobber." I waved as I left the shop.
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violet-moonstone · 4 months
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Rygur here! Hot off the presses, get your rygur here!
"Something About Him"
(Explicit)
4k Words
Summary: Dagur’s recklessness is getting out of control. Ryker wants to talk some sense into him, though the conversation goes a bit differently than he planned.
Inspired by this 😳
Btw, this takes place before "At Your Service"
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Had a fic idea that I'll never write but like:
Bodyswap AU set during RttE where Viggo and Astrid get body-swapped. Viggo finally has a chance to get closer to Hiccup and experience his love for the first time and also gets to open up to Hiccup a little and be emotional n shit. Astrid learns about the Dragon Hunters and has to pretend to hate dragons while simultaneously works to stop so many dragons being killed and its really difficult for her to stay in-character because she realises she literally knows nothing about Viggo so then she takes the time to learn more about him (she snoops in his journal lmao). It's revealed to everyone when Stormfly shows unconditional loyalty to Astrid even though she's in Viggo's body and after the whole reverse-body swap shenanigans happen and they return to normal Viggo, Astrid and Hiccup have to deal with the emotional fallout and Hiccup's like "wait, that night I was holding Astrid in my arms as she talked about never taking moments spent with me for granted, THAT WAS VIGGO??? And... was he trying to be in-character? Or was he telling the truth??"
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lydiagrimborn1117 · 10 days
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News about Gone!
Hey everybody, I know it's been a pretty long time! I thought I'd share some pretty exciting news. Lately I've lost the motivation to write because I've gotten a busier schedule, but now I have gotten back into it and am finally making progress on my series Gone and have got a plan on where I want it to go. It will also be getting a new name. I'm thinking of changing it to "Brother" or "Forged In bondage"(I might go with this one). I just thought some of you would want to know.
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imlyfie · 1 year
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Writing a hiccstrid make out scene from rtte, just some romance and like like alot of romance amd lots hurt/comfort where both of them talked about their mesaed up selves, and getting to know and understand eachother through their relationship, and confessions for a dare prompt.
Prompts:
'it was the first time she felt overwhemled. But he, he had been overwhemled more than once.'
'a kiss so intense where they forget who or what is around them and cnnot open their eyes. What they now is now, both of them in each other's arms'
'that is what you do when you love, you respect them, honour their wishes and love them even when they dont. Its not a sin to love, and you know its real when it hurts.'
I need someone to beta/read and give me opinions. Anyone available?👉👈😊
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thewritersrambles · 9 months
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Tuff Not Broken
Fandom: How To Train Your Dragon/Race To The Edge
Characters: Tuffnut-centric but the whole gang is there
Word count: 3595 words (one-shot)
Summary:
Tough adjective [1.] Able to withstand adverse conditions or rough handling [2.] Able to endure hardship or pain Not the same as unbreakable. Or, Tuff struggles to understand when the rest of the gang begins to fall for people and convinces himself that he's damaged and unlovable. They have a lot to say about that when it all boils over one night on Dragon's Edge.
Tuff Not Broken - theadhdravenclaw - How to Train Your Dragon (Movies) [Archive of Our Own]
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capnawkward · 10 months
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Traitors
A Vigcup Fan Fiction!
On my AO3 account @The221c_Resident
Summary: A plan to escape goes awry, Hiccup and Viggo discover more than they bargained for.
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46981477/chapters/118354321
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10blue10 · 3 months
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mdoodlerfandomart · 2 months
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It's just there.
That little bit of stubble along the edge of Hiccup's jaw, just barely growing in, barely shaved. And Viggo wonders what it would feel like on his lips because even though he's kissed plenty of stubbled jaws he's never kissed Hiccup's stubbled jaw and it's ridiculous how distracting that is.
It's so distracting that Viggo has lost track of what the dragon rider is going on about or even what they were arguing over in the first place.
So he lets his weight pull him forward until his lips are falling into that stubbled cheek and he takes advantage of Hiccup's surprise to let his lips place another kiss closer to his jaw line and he thanks the gods he thought to bind the rider's hands so he can't push Viggo away when he leans ever closer to revel in the feel of that stubble that's been taunting him the entire conversation.
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Whispering Woods
Pairing: Hiccup 'Horrendous’ Haddock III x Fem!Reader
Wordcount: 1k
Summary: When the world gets too much for you, you have the tendency to 'run' away sometimes. This time you and your dragon don't get the peace and quiet that comes with it for too long as it seems you have an admirer waiting to make their presence known.
Bingo: @eclipsingbingo with the square 'Hand Kisses'
(Y/N): Your name
(D/N): Dragon's name
(D/S): Dragon species
(W/C): Weapon of choice
*Gif does not belong to me
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It wasn't unusual for you to take a break from Berk every once in a while. Hopping on (D/N)'s back and flying off without a word to anyone else on the island. You knew it wasn't the smartest thing to do, not when Drago Bloodyfist or whatever Hiccup had called him recently attempted to take control of all of Berk's dragons, but you couldn't help yourself. There was nothing better the disappearing for a few hours with nothing but the wind in your hair, your (D/S) under you and the quietness that came with it.
The only repercussions for disappearing that you've ever gotten were some annoyed friends or a worried Hiccup, which you could say was one of the worse options since he tended to fret when you returned. Though anything was better than a mad Hiccup when you accidentally disappeared for three days and came back to half of Bekr looking for you since Hiccup had gotten worried enough to start a search party.
That's how you found yourself where you were now, surrounded by the quietness of a forest on some random island not too far away from Berk. The flight over had only taken twenty minutes as you and (D/N) took your time flying there.
(D/N) had slunk off not too long ago, making her own way through the forest as she explored, leaving you to your thoughts as you trailed after her, not trying very hard to keep up.
Berk had been hectic recently. Hiccup found his mum, Berk was attacked, you almost lost (D/N), and Stoick died... It was a lot to happen in the span of a few days, closer to a few hours if you don't count Hiccup's extended absence.
This island had seen worse for wear but there was still a lot of work that had to be done. Which you should be doing now but too many people were asking too much of you. You had also been avoiding meeting Hiccup's mum as the two of you had spared only a few words to one another when in the heat of battle.
It was a lot to think of all at once, so you found yourself off the island quicker than the Twins could say boar pit.
Being out here was doing wonders for your mind; calming you down and making it easier to think of nothing at all. It was all you could hope for, even if you knew you would have to head back soon unless you wanted Hiccup to deem this as another one of your escape attempts.
It was only when the forest got quieter than normal did you felt the need to come back to your senses, an actual need to be alert instead of walking around aimlessly as if you were on autopilot.
The soft thumping of (D/N)'s feet from ahead had stopped, along with the birds hidden in trees. The only noise that passed through was the rustling of leaves as a steady breeze glided through the woods. Your hand was itching down to grasp onto the small blade you had strapped to your belt, your (W/C) left on the saddle that (D/N) had run off with.
Before you had the chance to do anything though, a set of hands were slipping around your waist, tugging you back and into someone's chest softly. Years of Viking training were already kicking in as you raised an elbow, ready to dig it back with a low aim when someone caught onto your arm, stopping it in its motion.
"Hey," You struggled to get out, still trying to land a hit on the person behind you and push yourself away, attempting anything that would set you free.
"Calm down," A familiar voice laughed out, surprising you into stillness as your brain realised who it was. At your sudden stop, you were whirled around by the person who had disturbed you, being met with a bright smile and a deep set of green eyes as they bore into you. "I was wondering when you'd notice it was me."
"Hiccup," You deadpan, watching as the taller boy slowly pulled you closer, setting one of his hands on your waist without the hassle of a fight from you trying to dislodge it.
"(Y/N)," He copied, raising one of your hands with his free ones and bringing it up to his face, setting a soft brush of his lips on the back of it in the form of an extended greeting. You watched the motion with warm eyes, the annoyance that had crept up your spine dying down a bit.
"How long have you been here?" You questioned once your fingers got interlocked with his, not going to deny the soft touches as the both of your hands were brought down.
"Not long," Hiccup commented. Standing in front of you, Hiccup seemed like he didn't have a care in the world, reminding you of what you had left behind on Berk and how Hiccup himself could bring this feeling out of you. "Toothless saw you and (D/N) fly off not long ago and wanted to bring me to you so that he could play with them."
"Mm," You hummed, bringing your linked hands back up. For a short moment where your hands stayed hovering in the air, your lashes fluttering at Hiccup, you took him in, the small smile on your face expressing more words than you wanted to at the moment. Laying a kiss on the back of his hand, you murmur, "We better go find them then and make sure they don't get into too much trouble."
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violet-moonstone · 4 days
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Still working on a title for this - just wrote it spontaneously because if I didn't the ideas would evaporate. I'll probably post a more polished version on AO3 soon. TW for implied references to sexual assault:
When Dagur saw him in the marketplace, his heart stopped. He thought he was going to die. Then a moment later, his heart was racing. He fought for breath, and though he inhaled and exhaled at a rapid speed, he felt like he was suffocating. One moment, he was standing, and then next, he was on the ground, propped up against a stall while his sister spoke gently to him.
Was he alright? What happened? Who was that man?
Dagur couldn't speak. But the look in his eye was enough for Heather to understand. The pain, the shame, it was all clear as day. They'd spoken about this man before.
As soon as realization struck her, Heather was standing, hand on her weapon, knuckles white with fury.
No, Dagur pleaded, uncharacteristically shying away from conflict. He wanted to leave this behind, to forget.
The man was already disappearing into the crowd. He hadn't noticed them and whistled contentedly as he went about his errands. Heather seethed. The monster had ruined her brother's life and had the gall to walk around in the sunlight, enjoying a life he didn't deserve. But her brother's eyes called her back from her rage. He needed her now. The destroyer could wait...for the time being.
Arne was intrigued by the maiden with the raven hair the second their eyes met. The tavern was dark and loud, but through the shadows and above the din, something about her called to him. She didn't shy away from him the way other women and many of the younger men did. Perhaps she wasn't aware of his history, of his former occupation as a prison guard. All the better, he thought. When she approached him, he felt like a wolf being courted by a deer–for she was almost fawn-like, with slender limbs and an innocent face; by the end of the night, he would find that he was sorely mistaken.
By the time they arrived to his quarters, Arne was full of ale, boisterous and slurring. He didn't usually drink so much when looking for someone to take to his bed, but he found the maiden's constant urges to drink irresistible.
A little more? She'd ask with a small smile. Her lashes batted familiar green eyes as she poured him another tankard. Gods, you could beat Aegir at drinking couldn't you?
Hells yes, he thought. Though as he stumbled to his room above the tavern, he wondered if perhaps he'd had a little too much. Though it didn't seem to matter. This one clearly wanted him and wouldn't put up a fight.
When they collapsed onto his bed, the raven-haired maiden told him that she had a surprise for him. Close your eyes, she said softly. He chuckled and did as he was told, savouring the image of those enthralling green eyes. Some thing about them was so familiar...
And it didn't occur to him until it was too late.
By the time he opened his own eyes again to gaze into hers, she'd driven a needle of Speedstinger venom into his neck. She was out of reach as his hands made their last panicked movements in her direction. Then he was frozen still.
Arne, she crooned, head titled to the side, I've heard so much about you.
Arne tried to speak but could only moan. His strangled voice sounded alien to his own ears.
The raven-haired woman loomed over him, holding a knife in her hand. Some small part of him hoped that this was some sort of game: perhaps she was the type who enjoyed pain and pleasure as a pair...but in truth, he knew better.
What do you want with me? He tried to say, but the words stuck in the back of his sluggish mouth.
The woman seemed to understand.
I came to give you a little greeting from one of your former inmates.
The hairs on the back of his neck raised.
Dagur the Deranged...I'm sure you remember him?
Arne searched his memories, trying to recall...he'd seen so many...he'd taken so many. Had it been the angry young one with red hair and...yes. Those green eyes. The same ones staring back at him now. All the seduction had faded away. Her hatred brought out the resemblance.
My brother, the woman said through gritted teeth. I know what you did to him. She leaned closer and brought her mouth to his ear. She dragged her blade lightly down his abdomen and ended between his legs. I'm going to make sure you never do it to anyone again.
Arne tried to shake his head, to kick his legs, to scream. Nothing happened.
And honestly Arne, depending on my mood...The woman raised a brow. When I'm finished, there might not be enough of you left to do anything at all.
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lilliths-httyd-blog · 3 months
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After being captured by Eret, Son of Eret, Viggo and his Skrill decide to keep an eye on the Trapper and free any dragons captured by him and his men. As a result, Eret has a really shitty week.
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toothbrushfingers · 8 months
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when you’re reading a fic and everyone is horribly ooc
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bonus: there’s untagged …content…
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I will give a snack of their choice to anyone who can guess who the old man is:)
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He will play an important part in the fanfic later down the line.
(Gonna @hiccupbutpurple and @amyrafierceblade in this for funzies since you two know a a bit more about my Krogan headcanons.)
If you guess wrong you still get a cookie:)
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