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useless-moss · 3 days
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Love the petty play but also Viggo only bottoming with Hiccup because he gets overwhelmed to the point of tears and no one else is allowed to see him like that
Also Hiccup making Viggo realize he can make some very, very interesting sounds and that those spots are indeed as good as everyone makes them out to be especially when your lover knows what they're doing
Power move: Let’s talk about bottom Viggo/top Hiccup now that they’re blocked.
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useless-moss · 3 days
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This post was originally going to be "Dagur/Viggo hate sex" but as I was typing that my brain screamed "Hiccup sandwich" instead.
So.
Hiccup trapped between his two, arguably, most dangerous enemies. Two sets of hands on his body, two mouths kissing him and leaving hickies along his neck, two voices whispering vague threats and obsessive praise respectively into his ears.
Dagur and Viggo working together and getting 'along' for this and only this and then immediately arguing about who gets to cuddle Hiccup's wrecked body the closest afterwards. Dagur recommending branding in the form of carving his name into Hiccup's skin and they both end up shooting it down because they don't want anyone to claim what's theirs in such a way.
Hiccup being both terrified and unreasonably turned on, especially when Viggo suggests they "take him at the same time" since they can't agree on who should go first. "No no no you'll rip something you'll hurt me-" Hiccup tries to plead only for Viggo to pull out a full jar of oil and say, very calmly, "we'll use the whole thing if needed."
Dagur's eyes light up at the suggestion and Hiccup knows he's, literally and metaphorically, fucked.
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useless-moss · 9 days
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*kisses nose and forehead and gives shiny rock*
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Chumby boiiiiiiiiiii
edit: pspspspspsps @duoatomica @ziggityzigg
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useless-moss · 9 days
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Was playing minecraft with Alex's Mobs installed and discovered I have a phobia of centipedes, apparently.
Like I was actually crying and gagging irl over the giant cave centipede even though it couldn't even get to me.
I was panic texting my mom.
I nearly threw up.
And all of this over a modded mob in minecraft.
... Phobias really make no sense huh?
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useless-moss · 10 days
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Another drabble? Another glimpse into a one-shot I may or may not finish? More likely than you think! (yes I'm testing what Tumblr will allow and yes if I finish this it'll be on ao3 I promise-)
Also. @evilwriter37
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Viggo silently examines the brunette for a few long moments, one hand cupping Hiccup's jaw to prevent him from moving or looking away. Though, with the way Hiccup's eyes are unfocused with one pupil blown wide, Viggo doesn't think he needs to worry that much.
“Can you even understand me?” The hunter asks, though he's not expecting an answer. Hiccup babbles something incoherent in response and slowly blinks, wincing as such a simple motion irritates the bruises forming on his face and the cut above his eyebrow. “I'll take that as a ‘no’ then.” Viggo muses, lowering Hiccup's head back down to the floor. Letting the younger man rest as he debated what to do next.
He certainly couldn't interrogate Hiccup. Wouldn't be able to get any information from the brunette while he's in this state. Hiccup probably didn't even know where he was. With a sigh, Viggo grabbed the younger man by his jaw once again and lightly shook Hiccup's head side to side.
“Nngh…” Hiccup grumbled something incoherent, wincing and weakly trying to pull away from Viggo's grip. He was unsuccessful, of course, and that only made the hunter smirk.
“Poor, helpless Hiccup. You can't even push me away, can you?” The question was rhetorical, not that Viggo cared about the answer regardless. He just let Hiccup's head drop back down to the floor with a small thump as he moved to trail his hand down the brunette's chest, making a mental note of Hiccup's heartbeat and breathing. “Not how I imagined this going, admittedly. Guess I should tell Ryker to go easy on you in the future.” Viggo mused as he toyed with the end of Hiccup's tunic, not missing the way the rider's breath hitched slightly.
“Hhh… Nnn…” Hiccup groaned, his lips moving but a coherent sentence miles away. Was he trying to say no? Maybe. It seemed plausible. Not that Viggo really cared. Instead, the man tilted his head slightly, lost in thought…
He couldn't interrogate Hiccup. But maybe he could… After a moment of hesitation, Viggo let his fingers slip beneath Hiccup's shirt, gently tracing the lean muscles and occasional scar. Admiring the brunette's body as he slowly slid Hiccup's tunic up to reveal more and more skin.
Yes. This seemed better. This was a good middle ground. He could still get some use out of the younger man this way. Fulfilling a fantasy he's had floating about his head for moons now was just a happy little coincidence.
“You're beautiful, my dear...” Viggo found himself whispering while rubbing his hands up and down Hiccup's torso. Caressing his sides before moving up to trace around the younger man's chest and lightly pinch his nipples. Hiccup groaned in response and weakly tried to bat Viggo's hands away. “Easy, easy… I'm not going to hurt you. You've been through enough pain for one night, after all…”
“Hnngh… T-th… St…” Hiccup stammered, eyebrows pinched together and bruised face scrunched up in what looked like confusion. Viggo just smirks slightly and leans forward, beginning to pepper kisses along Hiccup's torso. The young man whined a bit, but didn't really move much or try to push Viggo away. Though, to be honest, Viggo doubted Hiccup could even if he wanted to.
Regardless, the dragon hunter continued. Used this opportunity to thoroughly enjoy Hiccup's body. To map out every inch he could. Every dip and curve, every raised line, every sun-kissed beauty mark embedded within his skin. Even the bruises and fresher wounds. He'd gently kiss around those marks. Trying to avoid causing unnecessary pain as he undressed Hiccup piece by piece, folding up the softer articles to place beneath the rider's head. A sort of cushion between the hard wooden floor and Hiccup's already rattled skull.
“Do you like this, my dear?” Viggo asks, listening closely as the younger man's groans and grunts of confusion and discomfort slowly shift. As Hiccup's blood pumps and his body, battered and bruised as it is, reacts as though nothing is wrong. Much to Viggo's amusement. “You must. Already so hard for me…”
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useless-moss · 10 days
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I have this headcanon where wings will outgrow baby furies for a couple weeks until the rest of their bodies catches up to them. They're pretty clumsy during this period of time, gotta get used to the weight of their new extensions😋.
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useless-moss · 11 days
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Anon, you're talking to someone who specializes in whumping and traumatizing characters. They aren't feeding stereotypes, they're depicting realistic reactions and responses to certain acts. If you think those responses make a character, or anyone for that matter, weak or effeminate or frail by default you need to do some serious self reflection and reevaluate some things about yourself.
Has it ever occurred to you that you depict Hiccup as far weaker, effeminate, submissive and frail than canon to feed stereotypical strong man dominating weak man seme/uke fuel?
What the actual fucking hell is this ask?
Has it ever occurred to you that being a bottom doesn’t make you effeminate?
Has it ever occurred to you that being raped doesn’t make you effeminate?
Has it ever occurred to you that feeling pain and showing emotion doesn’t make you effeminate?
You can fuck all the way off with that attitude. What a disgusting ask to send.
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useless-moss · 17 days
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Remember my post about wanting to explore Dagur's time in prison? Well here's a snippet I'm working on
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Writing on the wall. Blood, dark charcoal, even scribbled within the never-ending dust and dirt that seemed to keep piling up.
Hiccup. Hiccup Hiccup Hiccup Hiccup…
The name haunts Dagur's nightmares and floats about dreams. Always there. Always lingering. That scrawny little body that Dagur wanted to slice into pieces and take a bite out of. To grope and bruise. That round face that he wanted to pinch and squeeze. Those green eyes he would love to see widen in fear and pain. That he could get lost in. That soft brown hair he wanted to use as a handhold to yank the little brat around so he could shove him against a wall or a bed and-
The clanging of metal brings Dagur out of his little stupor. Makes him focus on the jeering calls and chit chat he wishes would just stop already. He's going to gut somebody soon if it doesn't. Grimacing, the redheaded man leans his head against the cold wall and closes his eyes. He wants to yell, but he's learned by now that doing so would only make his situation worse.
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useless-moss · 19 days
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Hiccup: Respect is something earned, not freely given, and I have no reason to respect a man with an ego bigger than his dick.
Viggo(in tears): THIS ISN'T WHAT I MEANT WHEN I SAID I WANTED YOU TO HURT ME-!
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useless-moss · 27 days
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re: that post about hiccup burning his hut to hide his vigcup fanfic:
it’s Viggo x Reader just that the reader is so oddly specific it can only be hiccup.
There's parts where the 'reader' is described as having green eyes and brown hair that got scratched out, but it's still legible.
That and the kiss scenes go a little too into detail about things only Hiccup has noticed about Viggo. Like the exact texture of Viggo's tunic that Hiccup made a comment about after feeling it brush his arm while being dragged into a cell.
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useless-moss · 27 days
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Pspsps @reallyprofoundkryptonite
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Hiccup can't breathe. He's been running aimlessly for too long. Stumbling through bushes and vines and running straight into trees in some instances. He can barely even see. The blood in his eyes and the darkness of night shroud his vision and leave him relying on his other senses.
Hearing of which, he can't trust.
The voices echo. They're deafening at some points, and barely audible whispers at others. His friends are gone. The group had been seperated and now he fears they're-
No, no. He can't entertain that train of thought. He'd break if he did. And that's just what this... Thing wants, isn't it? It wants to break them. Drive them mad.
"HICCUP!"
Astrid's voice echos through the dense forest. She sounds scared, desperate. It's like nothing he's ever heard from her before, and he knows he can't trust it. As much as he wants to rush towards her voice, he knows he could be running right into that things jaws if he did.
And he'd felt those jaws already. Clamping around his head with sharp fangs digging in so deep they scraped his skull. Hiccup shudders at the memory. Swearing for a moment he can still feel it. Can hear it. The scratching of bone against bone accompanied by pain so intense it had temporarily whited out the riders vision.
It had left him. He still doesn't fully understand why it left him, but he had an idea.
It was playing. Toying with the group of friends. Exhausting them before it pounces. Or, maybe, it wouldn't pounce at all. Maybe this was all just a game. Maybe Hiccup could find a way to win in that instance...
There's crying now. It's close, maybe a few meters to his left, but the trees are so dark he can't see. It sounds like Fishlegs. The sobs are familiar, and Hiccup's heart aches with the urge to go towards and comfort his friend.
But when he hears the clicking, he knows he can't. He turns and runs in the opposite direction instead.
"Can't do anythin right, can ya?"
Now, he does pause. Hesitates.
It's his father's voice. It's his father's voice taunting him, and now he's certain this creature is playing with him and his friends. Certain it finds this entertaining, in some twisted way.
"Man up already. Be a proper viking!"
Hiccup covers his ears, but it feels like the words are echoing within his very mind. Long buried insecurities and doubts resurfacing as the creature continues its mockery.
Blood is clumped in his hair and drying on his face, but he barely pays attention to it. His legs are shaking. He feels sick and weak, and even with his ears covered he can hear the crunching of branches and the rustling of leaves getting closer. His heart is in his throat, his stomach is in knots, and all he can do is pray...
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useless-moss · 27 days
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Something I feel like needs to be explored more: Dagur's time in prison. Good whump possibilities imo
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useless-moss · 27 days
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Whumpee who's almost drowned multiple times before developing a fear of having water on their face meets whumper who is aware of this fear and waterboards whumpee.
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useless-moss · 28 days
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Just want to say how much I adore the really dark whump ideas you have!
Thank you so much! Your posts are actually a pretty big inspiration and the main reason I felt confident enough to post those ideas at all ^v^
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useless-moss · 28 days
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So we know Hiccup destroyed his hut to hide the fact he was trying to recreate the dragon eye, but I like to imagine he also had a journal somewhere filled with ramblings about Viggo that he didn't want found.
And, like, I'm talking viking age enemies to lovers fanfiction kinda stuff.
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useless-moss · 30 days
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Palete cleanser: Hiccup saying random, outrageous stuff to throw off his enemies.
Like imagine Viggo is the middle of a monologue and out of no where Hiccup says "I want to bite your tits" just to throw him off.
Bonus points if he says completely deadpan serious so no one can tell if he's being sarcastic or not.
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useless-moss · 1 month
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Did you know that, as long as bleeding is controlled and nothing gets detached or severed, a person can be cut open and more or less have their intestines played with? Like, pulled out of their body and held up in front of their face if one so chooses. And, after being stitched back up, the person can feel their organs shifting back into place.
Anyway, extreme Hiccup torture/whump with this.
Bonus if the person doing the torture keeps a hot piece of a metal nearby for makeshift cauterization.
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