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Serendipity (2)
Din Djarin x Modern!F!Reader
Word Count: 2.0k
Warnings: Minor talk of injuries, one curse word, being picked up
A/N: This story does start off in Mando's POV, but when you see "---", that means that the POV changes back to normal. Thank you to everyone who supported the first chapter! Until next time my friends! <3
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The Mandalorian watches the woman holding the Child collapse due to the bullet to her shoulder, his blaster still aimed towards the group of three that were chasing after her. Once the shot was clear, he disposed of them quickly before they could even think of training their blasters on him. Their bodies fall to the ground in satisfying thuds.
The crowd around them grows as they begin to trickle in from the sound of the blaster fire, whispering amongst themselves at the carnage that had just unfolded. Mando knew he needed to get himself and the Child out of there… fast.
He rushes towards the woman as she goes unconscious. From the pain or blood loss, he wasn’t sure. The Child was still wrapped tightly in her arms and positioned in a way that his head was cushioned during the fall, even at the expense of her shoulder wound (which was seeping out blood and quickly beginning to pool around her).
The Child looked up at her with a worried look, his hands reaching up as far as they could and tugging on the collar of the long-sleeve she was wearing, soft whines leaving him in his own way of trying to wake her up.
“Kid. We gotta go.”
He reaches down to pull the Child from the unconscious woman’s grasp, only to be met with the Child’s whines rising in volume and his little claws digging deeper into the collar of her shirt. He had never seen the kid act like this with anyone before. Not with Cara or Peli, or even with himself.
With the crowd increasing and the threat of guards or other bounty hunters coming to investigate, he didn’t have the time to try and pry the Child from the woman. He sighs deeply at this realization and decides to take the woman with them instead of struggling with the kid.
He would just drop her off at the next skug hole planet he could find.
He places his arms under her knees and around her back, carrying her bridal style with the kid still against her chest. He looks around at the crowd, who start gasping and pointing at him. He quickly finds a small gap to run through and heads back towards the Crest.
What was supposed to be a quick stop to gain more supplies had turned into this… and The Mandalorian didn’t enjoy it one bit.
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You jolt awake with a sharp gasp, your body trying to sit up only to tense and groan at the sharp pain that shoots through your shoulder. Your body lays back down onto the soft material you had been lying on with a soft grunt.
You expect to find yourself back in your living room, having slept wrong on your shoulder, and that’s what caused your shoulder to throb in pain. You expect your mother to ask why you woke up with a pained gasp and your father teasing you about falling asleep during the movie.
The metal walls surrounding you in the small space you had been placed in and the only sound being the rumbling of an engine quickly proved you wrong.
As you lay there silently, your mind running in circles to figure out what was happening, you finally noticed the small bundle curling up beside you.
You maneuver your head to get a better look at whatever was lying beside you, finding that it was the child. His eyes were closed, and his ears drooped in his sleep. Soft sounds came from him as his little hand gripped the shirt that you were wearing.
Wait… you weren’t wearing a shirt earlier… you had been wearing a sweatshirt…
The black material of the shirt was coarse against your skin and a bit too big for you, hanging ever so slightly off your shoulder. Thankfully, though, you still seemed to be wearing your sweatpants.
Your racing heart thunders in your ears as your hands explore the sensation of the shirt placed upon you. You cringe when your fingers run over the wound on your right shoulder, feeling the rough bandage material even through the shirt.
The feeling proved to you once again that you weren’t dreaming.
The silence in the room continues for a few more minutes before the door to the room slides open, the sudden sound causing you to jump. Your shoulder throbs at the harsh movement, and you hiss out in pain.
The Mandalorian looms in the doorway with his thumbs positioned in the loops of his belt, his helmet tilted down to look at you. Your gazes remain locked, at least you believe so with the way the visor of his helmet is directed at you before he gives a small ‘hmph’ as a way to start the conversation.
“Your shoulder was bleeding pretty bad.” His voice was monotone, and you couldn’t help but compare it to how he sounded on the show, even though your heart was still racing at his unexpected appearance. Your eyes remain on him as he slightly adjusts his position to lean against the doorframe, his visor now directed at the Child who was beginning to stir against your side at the noises.
“The kid wouldn’t let go of you… couldn’t take the chance of us getting caught.”
You remain silent, your mind still reeling on the fact that the Mandalorian and the Child were real, that you had been shot in the shoulder, and you were nowhere near home. A sudden wave of hot tears fills your eyes at not only the pain that still throbbed in your shoulder but at the realization that you wouldn’t see your family.
The Mandalorian visibly tenses at the sight of your watery eyes, clearly not knowing how to deal with this situation.
“Listen, I have a job I need to do. Then, I can drop you off at whatever planet you want.” His voice was slightly apprehensive, trying to sound as soothing as the modulator in his helmet would allow him to.
Placing your hands onto the bed, you slowly begin to force yourself into a sitting position, grimacing as your shoulder sends a sharp stab of pain through your nerves. You couldn’t tell him the truth. Trying to explain that you weren’t originally from this universe and that he was just a character where you were from?
You knew he wouldn’t believe you. He’d probably think you were crazy.
You honestly think you’re going crazy.
Looking back over at him, you find that he’d straightened his posture when you began to sit up and now notice that something was in his hands. The Child suddenly coos at your side, your gaze snapping down to find his little body moving from a laying position into a sitting one. His round eyes stare up at you before crawling into your lap.
“He would cry if I tried to move him away from you,” The Mandalorian suddenly says while observing the scene before him, “Why is he so attached to you?”
At his question, you quickly hear the sharp tone of protection in his voice, and you understand why. A strange woman whom they’ve never met before and the Child is suddenly drawn to be with her all the time? It’d strike you as odd, maybe even concerning.
Keeping your gaze on the little baby in your lap, you bring up your left hand to wipe away the tears in your eyes. A concerned sound comes from the child as he reaches a hand up towards your face. You lean down to his touch, his little claws gently running over your cheek as his dark eyes take in your features.
When his hand connects with your cheek, a warm wave of calm and a hint of worry washes over you.
Your eyes glance up to the Mandalorian, whose visor was trained on you, and his grip on the box tightening as if he were waiting for an attack.
“I don’t know.”
You cringe at how meek your voice sounded and the mini crack that happened when you spoke. You clear your throat, realizing how dry it felt from unuse. You silently wonder how long you’d been out.
“He came up to me in the market, I just-” “How did you know he was with me? I was nowhere near you when he disappeared from my side.”
He interrupts you, his modulated voice becoming harsher, and you feel like you are in an interrogation. You definitely were based on everything that had happened.
Your heart begins to beat wildly in your chest at his tone. He was a bounty hunter. You knew that he would figure out if you tried to lie. You sit up straight, the child in your lap looking between you and the Mandalorian with a little frown on his lips.
“I…” You take a deep but shaky breath as your mind spins to try and figure out what to say, “I’m not after him, I promise.”
Really? That was the best you could come up with? You quickly try to fix the mounting questions probably built in the Mandalorian’s brain at your words.
“Mando, I’m not a threat to you or the child. I-”
You’re interrupted by a sudden beeping from elsewhere, the Mandalorian looking behind him towards the source before training his visor back on you. He steps forward, his stature imposing in the confined space as he grabs your left arm.
“I’m not leaving you alone down here.”
That is all he says before he carefully forces you to stand, grabbing the child from your lap and holding him in his other arm. The child looks between the two of you again as Mando begins to drag you over towards a ladder. You could hear the door of wherever you had been shut behind you. Your right shoulder throbs a bit, and your legs detest the sudden movement after lying down for so long.
His visor looks between the ladder and you, his focus mainly on your shoulder. Wherever this ladder led was where the beeping sound was coming from. Without a word, he points a finger at you and then at the floor, a direct order to stay put before he ascends the ladder with the child.
Confusion etches across your face as you watch him disappear for a few seconds, the sounds of rummaging around happening above you before he reappears and descends the ladder. The child was no longer in his arms.
The beeping continues, the sound starting to become an annoyance to you.
Silently, the Mandalorian picks you up before climbing the ladder with you in his arms. The shock of suddenly being picked up causes you to grip the shirt under the shoulder pads of his armor, a soft gasp escaping your lips. His show of strength causes fear and a twinge of something else to shoot through your veins. It was almost effortless to him.
“I can climb by myself!”
“You’d be slow. We don’t have time for slow.”
His words shut you up. Your eyes are wide as they stare up at him as he climbs into a familiar place. You have seen this on the show. It was where all the flight controls were, but you couldn’t remember the name of it.
Your dad had told you once before.
The Mandalorian sits you in one of the chairs, the baby already buckled in another. Your eyes are filled with wonder as you look around at the different gadgets and gizmos. Now you understand why the Child kept wanting to flick the buttons.
After sitting in the pilot's chair, the Mandalorian hits a few buttons on the control panel. Your eyes finally look out of the main window, first noticing the vast amount of space that you are in. After giving yourself time to take in the sights of the stars, your gaze is drawn to where the ship is heading.
Your heart stops for a second.
You know what this place is. It was at the beginning of episode 6. The last episode you watched with your dad before ending up here. This was the episode where Mando gets betrayed at the prison.
Fuck, you were smack dab in the middle of season 1, and you had half a mind to tell Mando to turn his armor-covered butt around.
But the ship had already landed by the time the realization set in.
Taglist: @aheadfullofsteverogers @amyg1509
#reader insert#the mandalorian fanfiction#din djarin x reader#star wars x reader#star wars fanfiction
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A Gift from the Gods (6)
Hiccup x F!Reader
Word Count: 1.2k
Warnings: None
A/N: I finally did it! I apologize so much for getting this out so late. It's not the longest chapter, but I am actually really proud of how this came out, and I hope you enjoy it as well. Until next time, my friends <3
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The flight back to Dragon’s Edge was quiet between Hiccup and you after he situated himself back onto Toothless’ saddle. The silence wasn’t unbearable. It didn’t cause your stomach to twist in uncomfortable knots as you tried to find the words to fill it.
No, this silence was comfortable.
Your mind was allowed to wander as your wings flap to keep you upright beside Toothless. The burn at the base of your wings was barely noticeable between thoughts about how Hiccup had looked at you.
The way his green eyes remained locked on your own when the two of you glided, combined with the bright smile etched across his lips, had your stomach fluttering.
It reminded you of the way your father always looked at your mother. The abstract wonder in his eyes every time she took flight or when she hummed to herself while cleaning. You remember having childlike hope in finding a love like theirs.
You shake your head at the thought. You had only known Hiccup for a short while, and it was definitely not enough time to find yourself gaining feelings for him. Right?
But how his green eyes reflected the sun would be a memory you would cherish for quite some time.
Landing on a cliff edge, Toothless huffs as Hiccup slides off his back. The dragon stretches before walking toward where the other dragons are grouped in the distance.
You watch as Toothless interacts with the other dragons happily, going up to Stormfly while the two bob their heads at each other. A small smile makes its way to your lips as your eyes remain locked in the scene.
The soft sound of someone clearing their throat causes you to look over towards Hiccup, the smile still on your lips, but now there is a hint of confusion in your eyes. Hiccup stands beside you, nervously rubbing the back of his neck as he looks down at you. Something was clearly on his mind, so much so that it was troubling him.
“I’m uh… I’m sorry about touching your wing earlier and scaring you. I don’t know what I was thinking.” His voice came out as nervous as he looked.
His confession caused the confusion to wash away from your eyes, your smile softening as you shook your head slightly.
“It’s fine, I wasn’t expecting it, so it was a bit of a shock,” You say gently before extending your right wing towards him, “You just need to ask so I can prepare myself.”
Hiccup’s eyes look towards the outstretched wing, taking a quiet second to think over your words before reaching a hand towards it, albeit hesitantly, “Is this okay?”
Your gaze was locked on his hand that barely touched your wing before you gave a silent nod to his question. You take a deep breath, emphasizing in your mind that you were the one who offered your wing to him.
You remind yourself that you aren’t in any danger. You’re safe. You’re not living in the forest on constant alert anymore.
His fingertips finally graze against your wing. The feeling is something you’re so unused to that your body flinches, causing Hiccup to pull his hand away quickly. His eyes filled with worry at how your body reacted to his featherlight touch.
“I’m sorry, are you-”
“I’m okay,” You interrupt him while releasing the breath you had been holding, “You can keep going.”
Green eyes observe you silently for a few seconds, his eyes locking with yours as if searching deep into your soul for the truth. You stare back into his eyes, the corner of your lips tugging into a reassuring smile as you push your wing back toward him.
He slowly reaches his hand toward your wing while keeping his eyes locked on yours. His fingers gently caress the top of your wing, and instead of your body flinching away from his touch, your body shivers.
Your eyes remain locked as his fingers take in every sensation of your wing. They glide over scales and the occasional small cut that littered across it from years in the forest. Silence fills the air between you.
You can’t help but wonder what he’s thinking.
Your wing twitches slightly from his touches, but Hiccup does not move to pull away like last time. He keeps running his fingers over the top part of your wing, feeling to the edge before slowly going back toward the middle and continuing toward the base.
His touches cause your breath to deepen, your heart racing in your chest as you try to accustom yourself quickly to the unfamiliar sensation.
All the while, Hiccup keeps eye contact with you. It was as if he never wanted to miss a single reaction, no matter how small it may seem.
Just like when you were both gliding, the seconds feel like hours while the two of you stand on the edge of a cliff. His fingers move closer and closer to the base of your wings, his eyes silently questioning if this was still okay. You answer it by staying still.
Hiccup takes a small step closer to you, his arm reaching over your shoulder to where his fingers stay connected with the top of your wing as he almost reaches where your wings connect with your back. Your breath hitches at how close he is now.
You could make out every freckle, every blemish he had on his face. You could even see the light scar on his chin better now. You still wanted to ask how he got it. Now was not the time.
Everything was too much and not enough at the same time.
His lips part, ready to say anything to fill the silence between you, but he’s suddenly interrupted by the shouting of his name. His fingers quickly retract from your wing, his body stepping away from you as he looks to whoever called for him.
Your heart aches at the void of his touch and the cold that washes over you when he steps away.
Astrid was running towards where the both of you stood, the others trailing close behind her, as she carried a terrible terror in her arms. When the group arrives in front of you and Hiccup, you finally notice the paper in Astrid’s hand.
“It’s from your father!” Astrid pants out while handing Hiccup the letter, the terrible terror jumping out of Astrid’s arms and beginning to head over to you.
You pick up the small dragon while Hiccup reads the letter, gently scratching its chin before making eye contact with Astrid, who is staring you down. She wasn’t the only one. The others were as well.
You begin to feel your cheeks heat up in a flush. Your gaze slowly goes to the dragon in your arms, deciding to pay attention to how it purred and nuzzled against you.
Hiccup suddenly calls for Toothless, who is still over with the other dragons. You look back towards the brunette with silent confusion at the worry that fills his tone. The other riders follow his lead and call for their dragons.
Green eyes find yours as everyone mounts their dragons, unease shining in them as he looks down at you. You give him a slight tilt of your head, a silent question of concern. He holds his hand towards you, beckoning you. Moving the terrible terror to lay around your shoulders, you take Hiccup’s hand and allow him to pull you up to sit behind him.
Toothless adjusts his body slightly, not used to having a second person on his back.
“It’s going to be a long flight,” He says to you before looking over towards his friends, “Looks like we’re heading back to Berk.”
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Guys, I have literally started over on Chapter 6 of 'A Gift From The Gods' about 5 times now.
I have an idea of where I want to go with the story, but the words aren't wording for me. Anything I type just isn't working out well.
I'm so sorry that I haven't updated the story in over 2 weeks. I promise I am trying to get it out as soon as I can.
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girl please we need more of hiccup x reader like i have been searching for this stuff and i thought I was the only who liked him thank you so much I love you….. you made my day up I hope when you flip your pillow it’s cold on both sides and I hope you find money in you dryer thank you so much for this
I think I’ve found one of the best things to wake up to 💕💕 I’m so glad you’re really enjoying it! It’s one of my favorite things to write, and I promise the next chapter will be out soon!! I’ve just finished my student teaching for this semester, so I should have a bit more time to write. Thank you for reading!!! <3
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Serendipity (1)
Din Djarin x Modern!F!Reader
Story Summary:
~Serendipity (n) - the occurrence and development of events by chance in a happy or beneficial way.
You thought you were dreaming when you found yourself in the Star Wars universe.
That was until an incident proved you deathly wrong.
You really wish you paid attention now when you watched the movies with your dad.~
Word Count: 1.6k
Warnings: Being shot, blood
Author's Note: BAM! Sudden story drop that nobody asked for! I am warning everyone now, I am not the most knowledgeable about Star Wars lore. If there is anything wrong, please let me know so I can fix it! Most of my information will either come from the Wiki or from my dad (who inspired this story a lot)
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As you slowly regain consciousness, the loud noises of a busy street fill your ears. You hear voices overlapping and merging in your foggy mind.
The ground beneath you is solid and scratchy, feeling like concrete.
When you open your eyes, the bright light invades your vision, causing you to squint. You groan softly as you try to sit up, and your body feels heavy as you go from an unconscious state to a conscious one.
You can't seem to remember what happened to make you lose consciousness. Your mind tries to recall the details, but it fails each time. Your memories are a blur; a hazy image of your family sitting in the living room, the faint smell of buttery popcorn, and falling asleep while watching a movie. You vaguely remember that it was something your father had picked out, and your mother playfully groaned about his choice.
As your eyes adjust to the light, you take in your surroundings while slowly sitting up. You find yourself in an alleyway, something dark and secluded.
You use the wall for support as you begin to stand, your legs trembling slightly. You don't know where you are or how long you've been unconscious, and that causes your heart to spike in fear. The smell of cooked food suddenly invades your nose, and you feel drool forming in your mouth.
You've been out long enough to develop an appetite.
Keeping your hand on the wall for support, you move toward the alleyway entrance. The smell of food is calling your name, and your stomach is grumbling. A cloaked figure suddenly passes by the alleyway, and you can't help but call out to them, begging for assistance in this unknown place.
"Excuse me! Do you know-"
Your sentence is cut short when the figure turns to face you. Their features had been hidden by the hood of their cloak. Your breath hitches in your throat at the sight of them being revealed, and time seems to freeze as your body processes the shock.
The figure isn't human, as evidenced by the red hue of their scaly skin and the yellow of their eyes. They begin to speak to you, but their words are garbled, and your brain struggles to understand what's going on. Their eyes stay locked on your trembling figure as they gesture to the area around them.
The alien pauses their talking, watching you curiously as if waiting for you to respond. Everything hits you at once, and your gut turns in fear as you stumble back away from them, falling hard onto your backside when you trip over your feet. Your wide eyes stay trained on the alien figure as they give you a weird look as if you are the abnormal one.
"What a nerve burner," the alien says under their breath as they turn to keep walking past the alleyway.
Once you are sure that the alien is long gone, you quickly scramble to stand on your feet, ignoring the ache in your joints from how fast you go and how long they've gone unused. Rushing out of the alleyway, your eyes squint as the sun's rays hit you.
Your breathing begins to quicken as you look around, your eyes adjusting to the sudden bright light and the sound of people talking getting louder and louder. People bump into you as you stand outside the alleyway, cursing at you in words you can't seem to understand. Your head whips back and forth as you take in your surroundings and the people around you.
You were in the middle of a marketplace.
The people around you, like the figure in front of the alleyway, have different alien features. You barely see anybody who looks even remotely human. Fear and adrenaline course through your veins as you try to take everything in.
"It's a dream. It has to be a dream," you mumble to yourself while using your hands to cover your eyes, which are slowly watering from fearful tears.
Voices overlap, languages mix, people bump into you and hiss harsh words in your direction. Everything is too much. You just want to wake up from this dream. Crouching down in the middle of the busy street, you cover your face with your hands, silently begging to wake up from this nightmare.
Your body flinches at the sudden feeling of a tiny hand grabbing the sweatpants you wore when you fell asleep on the couch. Slowly uncovering your face, you peer down at whatever has decided to approach your trembling form. Your heart skips a beat at the somewhat familiar face.
Round black eyes peer up at you from where they stand at your side. Its large green ears are folded down in presumed worry for you as its tiny three-fingered hand grips tightly at your pants.
"Patu."
Even with the loud commotion of the marketplace, you make out his little voice clearly.
Suddenly, you’re hit with short and fast clips of memories. Your father watching the Star Wars movies, you sitting on the couch while they played (they were more so background noise to you), joining him in watching the first few episodes of ‘The Mandalorian’ just because you found the green alien baby adorable but understanding nothing of the lore.
Everything around you slowly started making sense, your body relaxing as the thought hit you. You were having a Star Wars themed dream.
Reaching down, you carefully gather the little green alien into your arms, whose ears perk up as you bring him against your chest while slowly standing up. Your eyes, still wet from unshed tears, stare into his own, observing him silently before a small smile tugs at the corner of your lips. His hand reaches up and gently places itself onto your cheek, and a wave of calm washes over you.
“Where’s your Mandalorian, little one?”
Your voice is slightly shaky from the anxiety that had been previously flowing through your veins. His head tilts cutely at your question. You knew he wouldn’t respond, but you wished that your dream version of him had a cute little voice. Your body turns in a random direction, set on walking wherever and knowing your dream would set you on the right path.
With your gaze solely focused on the child in your arms, your voice is soft as you talk to him. You ramble about anything and everything, but he doesn’t seem to mind. He even seemed intrigued as you began to talk about your family.
Something small suddenly whizzes past you with a loud whine, your head quickly turning to the source to find a group of aliens behind you, their gun-like weapons pointed at you. Your grip on the child gets a little tighter, a small concerned coo coming from him.
You remember one main thing from the show, and it’s the fact that a lot of people were tasked with hunting down the child. Of course, this plot point had to be transferred to your dream.
Thinking quickly, you turn back away from the group and begin running through the crowded streets with the child held close to your chest. His hand grips your shirt tightly as he peaks over your shoulder at the group that begins to follow after you.
Their overlapped yelling startled many passersby into making way for them, allowing them to gain on your heels quickly. You dodge and weave through the crowd with speed and agility you didn’t even know you had. Adrenaline will do funny things to people.
You search the crowd for any opening to escape through, your heart thundering in your ears before something large and shiny catches your eyes. Beskar armor!
The figure was looking around frantically, and you knew who he was searching for. The child in your arms bounces slightly as you push yourself to speed up toward the Mandalorian.
“Mando!”
His visor snaps in your direction, his body visibly tensing at the sight of the child in your arms, but more so at the group of aliens still chasing after you. He draws his blaster with a speed you had never seen before but with him, his aim pointed over your shoulder towards the aliens.
As you get closer and closer, your hand comes up to rest on the back of the child’s head, creating a safe cocoon for him in your arms. Your legs burned and your feet ached from running, but you were almost there. You were almost to the Mandalorian who still had his blaster trained on the group, seemingly waiting for you to get closer before risking the shot.
The sound of a blaster going off fills your ears, and a blinding pain erupts in your right shoulder. A sharp scream leaves your lips as your body is sent tumbling to the ground from the force of the shot. The child squeaks in your arms as you keep your arms around him, turning your body to the side to avoid crushing him under you.
It hurts when your body slams into the ground, but the wound in your shoulder throbs in a searing pain that you had never felt before in your dreams. Screams from the crowd around you begin to muffle.
Blaster fire could be heard over you, the sound of heavy bodies crumpling to the floor behind you.
The edges of your vision begin to blur, your eyes trained on the blood that began to ooze out from the wound in your shoulder and slowly pool below you. You could faintly hear the child whining, but he sounded so far away. As your vision slowly becomes overtaken by the darkness of unconsciousness, a metal-clad figure steps in front of you.
One last thought fills your head as everything goes black:
This was definitely not a dream.
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A Gift from the Gods (5)
Hiccup x F!Reader
Word Count: 1.4k
Warnings: None that I can think of
Previous Chapter .~.~. Next Chapter
“Can you stretch your left wing a bit more?”
The voice belonged to Hiccup, who stood behind you while drawing in a sketchbook. Following his directions silently, you lift your left wing as prompted while your gaze remains on the wall ahead of you. It had been four days since you’d been taken to Dragon’s Edge and decided to stay as long as the dragon riders would let you.
The first two days were rough in terms of getting accustomed to being around other people after years of being surrounded only by dragons. You mainly stuck by Hiccup’s side, finding his presence the most comforting of the dragon riders. It also helped that Toothless seemed to be growing fond of you.
The others were still curious about you and your existence, except for Astrid, who remained cautious since your arrival. She never talked to you besides a few words here and there, sticking to watching you from the sidelines as if expecting an attack from you at any second.
You understood where her feelings were coming from. This group was her pack. You’ve seen dragons kill others to protect their pack when they felt it was being threatened.
Snotlout and the twins were still an enigma to you, especially the twins. Snotlout was loud and crass, saying words that made your stomach churn uncomfortably and your heckles rise. The twins were a mystery, always showing up when you least expected them and causing your fight or flight to kick in. You’ve accidentally hit Tuffnut with your wings a few times out of shock. He seemed to weirdly like the pain.
Besides Hiccup, Fishlegs was one that you were slowly growing accustomed to. While touring the island, he realized you didn’t know the names of dragon species when he heard you call a wild monstrous nightmare a ‘Flame.’ He decided then and there that he would teach you these things from something called “The Book of Dragons.” His teachings started a day ago.
Now, here you stood outside Hiccup’s hut, wings spread and standing still as Hiccup drew you in his sketchbook with surprising accuracy. Toothless lay off to the side, beginning to doze off as he watched the movements of his rider.
He circles around you, getting a viewpoint of your wings from all angles, soon stopping behind you. While keeping your gaze on the wall, the silence of the room is occasionally interrupted by Hiccup’s muttering or the sound of charcoal against the paper.
Your heart thunders in your chest as you can feel Hiccup’s presence behind you, his eyes observing every detail of your wings as if he didn’t want to miss a single one. Your body tenses when Hiccup suddenly steps closer to you from behind, mumbling even more to himself as if he didn’t realize what he had done.
The skin on the back of your neck raises in goosebumps as you feel his breath dance across it.
“Incredible.” Hiccup mutters to himself as he observes your wings, and your stomach can’t help but flutter with pride at his words. He thought your wings were incredible. Hiccup sketches silently for a few more minutes, focused so intently on getting every detail right that he didn’t notice how he was leaning ever so closer.
An unknown feeling blooms in your chest as you can feel him get closer, but your gaze stays directed to the wall, afraid that even moving an inch would pop the atmospheric bubble you had found yourself in.
You were always told to protect yourself from people who weren’t in your clan. You were told they saw your people as monsters, demons that needed to be slain. This was proved by the slaughtering of your family. So much bloodshed and loss because of the wings bestowed upon them by the Gods themselves.
You knew the dangers of people. That’s why you lived in a secluded forest surrounded only by dragons for years upon years.
Hiccup shattered that belief in only a few days… and you let him.
Your muddled thoughts were sharply interrupted by the feeling of fingers grazing softly over your wings. The touch is so featherlight that you wouldn’t have felt it without the years of learning to hone in on your senses during your time in the forest. Your body reacts before you can even think, turning quickly to face Hiccup and barely managing to fold your wings back so they wouldn’t smack him.
The pink welt on his cheek that you gave him was just starting to heal. It would’ve been a shame to give him another one.
Toothless perks his head up, torn out of his dazed state into an alert one at how swiftly you had moved.
Hiccup’s green eyes were wide with shock as he stared down at you, his hand still slightly outstretched to where your wing previously was. Your eyes stare back, torn between a harsh glare for suddenly touching you and a silent plea for more. That last part scared you more than anything. Your senses were becoming overwhelmed too quickly once again, and you wanted nothing more than to flee.
Noticing this, Hiccup scrambles to find a way to fix his mistake and hopefully calm your nerves.
“Flight!”
His sudden shout causes your body to flinch, but you do freeze, his loud voice stunning you into place. Hiccup quickly clears his throat, having not expected his voice to come out that loud in his desperate search for a way to shift the tension. His hand gestures to Toothless, who stares at Hiccup with a confused look from his shouting.
“Let’s… Let’s go for a flight.”
The words come out quickly but are in a softer tone than the one before. You gaze between Hiccup and Toothless, the dragon just as confused as you were, but his words do calm your nerves. Even just a little bit.
It had been a while since you’d been flying, sticking mainly to the ground while taking in your new surroundings. Looking back at Hiccup, you give him a slight nod in response to his suggestion. It was about time you spread your wings anyway.
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The wind surrounds your body as you soar through the sky, your wings spread behind you and occasionally flapping to keep you upright. To your left, Toothless does the same with Hiccup perched upon his back.
The flight was silent between the two of you. Your gaze mainly focused ahead, and you managed to miss Hiccup stealing glances your way. Your eyes slowly close at the feeling of the wind on your face, a relaxed look overcoming your features as you fly beside Toothless.
This was where you belonged. High above the clouds without a care in the world.
Hiccup watches you as you fly with your eyes closed, observing how tranquil you look. A sudden smack from Toothless’ ear fin brings the teen back to his senses, glaring down silently towards the dragon, who looks back at him with a smug look.
“Not a word.” He mumbles to Toothless before looking back toward you, freezing when you are nowhere in sight. His head whips around, his eyes looking over the tops of the clouds as he tries to find where you have gone. A shout of excitement cuts through the air, causing him to look up towards the source of the sound, and a small smile invades his lips at what he finds.
You had flown a bit higher before outstretching your arms and letting your body freefall. Your body whizzes past Toothless, who watches you curiously as you soon disappear back under the clouds.
Without much thinking, Hiccup gently pats the side of Toothless’ neck, the dragon giving a confused sound at his action, which quickly turns into a roar when Hiccup jumps off of Toothless’ back towards you.
Your eyes had barely fluttered open before they widened in shock at Hiccup freefalling beside you. Fear courses through your veins at the sight, but Hiccup gives you an ever-widening grin. Before you can process it, Hiccup shoves his hands into something attached to his legs and spreads his arms.
A laugh of shock leaves your lips at the sight as you spread your wings to slow your falling into a glide. Hiccup had some type of fabric attached from his wrists to his legs, and his own body had lurched to a glide beside your own. Remaining with your back to the ground, Hiccup maneuvered his body to glide above you, his eyes sparkling in excitement as your smile slowly began to match his own.
With seconds feeling like hours, your eyes remain locked as you both glide together below the clouds.
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i am begging for another chapter of ‘A gift from the gods’ it’s so good and I’ve wanting to know moreeeee ☆(≧∀≦*)ﾉ anyway hope you have a good day/night and make sure you eat and drink (◍•ᴗ•◍)❤
(My reaction when I see this ask while I'm in my math class)
I'm so glad you're enjoying the story so far (it's honestly one of my favorite things I've ever written)! I promise I'm working on the next chapter right now <3 I hope you have a good day/night and thank you for the love!!!
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New Idea?
I know it's not an update for 'A Gift from the Gods' (which is being written now, I promise), but I've definitely been listening to too much Hozier and thinking too much about Joel Miller.
I already have the summary:
"You were a newcomer to Jackson, with your pretty sundresses and your charming smile. The way you handled the children you taught and cared for was like honey to him. It was sickly sweet in a way.
You were too sweet for this apocalyptic world, too sweet for him.
He always preferred his whiskey neat anyway."
(I am also thinking of writing that Villain!Hiccup that I talked about earlier)
#reader insert#orchid.speaks#too many ideas#too little time#joel miller x reader#tlou fanfiction#this man has me in a chokehold
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I so so so loveeeee "a gift from the gods", dreamed about a scenario like this for so longgg and I'm literally bursting with happiness because you are somebody with awesome writing skills whose creating this masterpieceee!!!!
I think you're actually a gift from the gods because you're awesome and your stories are cool af <3333
Oh my gosh, thank you so much!!! I’m so glad you’re enjoying the story!!! 💕💕💕💕💕
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Me: Happy to keep writing 'A Gift from the Gods' as I'm actually really proud of it
My brain when I'm trying to sleep: Write villain Hiccup with smut
#hiccup x reader#reader insert#httyd fanfiction#I dont know how to write smut#my imagination is running wild#villain hiccup#Orchid.Speaks
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A Gift From the Gods (4)
Hiccup x F!Reader
Word Count: 1.3k
Warnings: Gross descriptions of regurgitated fish
A/N: Hello everyone! I'm not really proud of the ending of this chapter, but I know I just needed to force myself to write it. This chapter was a bit hard to write, but it was the most fun too. I hope you all enjoy, until next time <3
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The sun slowly begins to set as you continue to sit on the ground with the group of dragons around you. The sun disappearing behind the horizon shows how long you had been knocked unconscious, as when you first saw Hiccup and Astrid, the sun had just risen a few hours prior.
You gently scratch under Hookfang’s chin, having just learned all the dragons’ names from Hiccup, who stood off to the side with the others. The red dragon gives a deep purr as he lays beside you, his eyes happily closed at the attention he is getting. The dragon riders watch you interact with the dragons closely, your back turned to them.
Your smile was genuine as you looked around at the different dragons surrounding you. Barf and Belch’s heads peek over your shoulder, one nudging your temple while the other nudges at your shoulder. Turning your attention away from Hookfang, who huffs out a small cloud of smoke at the loss of contact, you gently scratch under the green dragon’s two heads.
“It’s strange how quickly our dragons started trusting her.” You could hear Astrid say distrustfully to the group from behind you, getting another nudge from Barf when your scratching had stopped so you could pay attention to their conversation.
“Maybe it’s the wings?” You could hear Fishlegs suggest.
“What if she can speak their language?” Tuffnut also suggests, but the pause in conversation lets you know that the group was probably staring at him with unamused gazes.
“Fishlegs might be onto something.” You could hear Hiccup say thoughtfully, “The wings might have a specific scent that only dragons can pick up, making her be seen as one of them.”
Your gaze focuses on Toothless, who moves to stand in front of you with a wiggle of his tail and a gummy smile directed at you. Tilting your head curiously, you watch as Toothless’ throat begins to constrict a few times, his eyes slightly rolling back as he regurgitates the tail half of a fish into your lap.
You could hear the group of dragon riders making noises of disgust at what Toothless did, and you can’t help but wonder why. After living with dragons most of your life, this action was natural between tight-knit dragon groups or was seen as a bonding activity between dragons who had just met. You experienced this many times with the herd of dragons you had lived with when you were younger. It was the only way you could get food.
Picking up the warm and slimy tail-end of the fish, you are suddenly hit with hunger after having not eaten since this morning. You bring it up to your parted lips, your sharp canines ready to dig into the slimy flesh of the fish and get some sustenance. A myriad of shouts startles both you and the group of dragons, who scatter slightly at the loud sounds, your wide gaze snapping over to the dragon riders.
You find Snotlout covering his mouth with a fist. His cheeks puffed out slightly as he gags while looking away from you, Fishlegs quickly doing the same. The twins just look on with delighted smirks while Astrid stares at you with lips slightly curling in disgust. Hiccup, whose cheeks look paler than before, gives you a nervous smile before walking closer to you.
“You don’t have to eat that, I promise. It’s about time for dinner anyway.” The brunet informed while looking at the fish in your hands as if it offended him somehow, almost like he experienced eating it before. You look between Hiccup’s eyes and the slimy fish with confusion etched on your face before you hold it up slightly.
“This is dinner.” You simply state, earning another gag from Snotlout and Fishlegs in the background. Hiccup stares at you silently for a few seconds as if he’s processing your words before gently taking the fish from you and tossing it back towards Toothless, who happily swallows it. He looks back at you while wiping the mix of dragon saliva and fish slime on his hand onto his pants.
“How about we get you some real dinner?” Is the only thing Hiccup says before holding his hand toward you to help you stand as your eyes glance at it with an unsure look. Instead of taking his hand, you maneuver onto your hands and feet, your wings remaining closed against your back as you circle Hiccup, taking in every part of him silently. His eyes watch you curiously.
Your gaze stops on his missing limb, head tilting slightly at the material that overtook the space where his foot should be. Your hand reaches out, fingers grazing over the material and flinching back slightly at how cold it feels. Looking up at him, you find him silently staring back at you with an unreadable look in his eyes. What happened to him? Between his missing foot and the scar on his chin, you had so many questions.
His hand was still held towards you, waiting for you to accept his invitation to help you stand. He gives you a reassuring smile when your eyes flick between his open palm and his eyes. The back of your mind screams to fly away, leave, and never look back at this group of dragon riders. It urges you to find a new island to call home, with no threat of being caught like this again.
Then there’s your heart.
Your heart wants you to stay and understand this group more, to learn about the dragons that surround you. Your heart begs you to stay and get to know Hiccup, to listen to his stories. You hear your mother and father in a distant memory, telling you to always follow your heart.
You gently place your hand on top of Hiccup’s, who closes his fingers around it with a smile. His palm felt rough against your own, telling you a small part of the story about who he is. Pulling you up to your feet, his eyes remain locked on your own. The silent stare between you two was quickly broken by Snotlout’s loud groaning.
“Can we quit with the googly eyes towards each other and go? I’m starving.” The dark-haired male gripes with his arms crossed over his chest. Hiccup gives Snotlout an unamused look while yours was more curious. Googly eyes? What was he talking about? The twins snicker at Snotlout’s words, finding the meaning behind it funny when you couldn’t even understand it.
“Alright, alright.” Hiccup says with a roll of his eyes while leading you back towards the others, his hand unconsciously remaining intertwined with your own. His words fall on deaf ears as he walks with the others toward a fire pit, your gaze locked on your hands as you silently follow after him. His hand slowly drifts away the closer you all get to the fire pit. A small yearning tugs at your heart when the warmth from his hand instantly vanishes.
They all find a log to sit on, talking amongst themselves as their dragons lay behind them. Toothless shoots a small plasma blast, starting the fire as they dig into the barrel of fish beside them. You watch the group closely, standing a bit off to the side.
The twins tease each other with the fish, Ruffnut managing to get a hit on Tuffnut when he gets distracted by a chicken clucking at him. Snotlout attempts to flirt with Astrid, who rolls her eyes with a huff as she feeds Stormfly. Fishlegs held open a small journal and was writing something in it with an excited look in his eyes. Your gaze finally stops on Hiccup, who throws a few fish for Toothless after putting two fish with sticks shoved through them over the fire.
Your wings shift slightly as you finally decide to sit on the empty log between Fishlegs and Hiccup, the warmth from the fire caressing your cheeks. As Fishlegs turns to you, beginning his questioning once again, the sun finally sets below the horizon. The stars in the night sky twinkle while you softly talk.
And for the first time in a long while, you truly felt safe.
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A Gift From the Gods (3)
Hiccup x F!Reader
Word Count: 1.5K
Warnings: Description of wounds
A/N: Hello everyone, I'm sorry if this chapter seems a bit rushed at the end! I was just so excited to write it! I hope ya'll enjoy, until next time <3
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Your gaze remains locked on Hiccup as he carefully unwraps the soiled bandage on your upper arm. The dried blood crusted around the edges of the still-open cut glinted in the light, adding to the grotesque sight of the inflamed skin. While Hiccup grabs a small bowl filled with an orange paste, your gaze snaps towards the group of five still watching you. Astrid’s steely gaze met yours with her arms crossed over her chest.
Still confined by the itchy rope, your wings twitch, begging to be freed so you can fly away from this terrifying situation. Your mind can’t help but wander back to your parents and how you had lost them at such a young age. Would you soon join them? Are these people just luring you in by pretending to be nice to you and lowering your guard before they attack?
Your eyes glance down towards your body, the atmosphere finally calm enough to where you can notice the change in clothes. What was once just scraps of cloth from what you were able to find or steal from nearby villages, was now a green tunic that was just a tad too big and brown trousers that slightly hung off your hips. The green tunic seemed to have been cut open just above the base of your wings.
Your gaze swings back to Hiccup when he begins to apply that orange paste, the slimy and grainy texture causes a shiver of discomfort to travel up your spine. While keeping his gaze on the wound, Hiccup talks in a soft tone as if you were a frightened animal, keeping his voice low but enough to where you can hear it. It was almost as if he could sense your worries.
“I had some extra cloth lying around. It took a bit of convincing with Astrid, but she’s the one who dressed you if that’s what’s troubling you.”
His eyes glance up to yours as he wraps a fresh bandage around your upper arm, tucking in the end so it won’t come undone. The bandage was tight so it wouldn’t fall off, but not enough to cut off the blood supply. Scanning his face, you suddenly notice a small scar on his chin and can’t help but wonder what had happened to cause it. With a small smile on his lips, he looks into your eyes as he begins to talk.
“Now, I’m sure some introductions are in order. I’m Hiccup. That’s Astrid.” He gestures to the blonde who had hit you over the head with the blunt end of her axe, huffing with a roll of her eyes. You could sense her feelings of distrust towards you. The feeling was mutual.
“That’s Fishlegs.” The one who asked you a myriad of questions raises his hand in a wave, his eyes holding curiosity as if he can’t wait to continue his questioning.
“The twins, Ruffnut and Tuffnut.” The two similar-looking ones who kept trying to touch your wings just looked at you with mischievous smiles on their lips.
“And that’s-.”
“Snotlout. The one and only, baby.” The one that was smirking at you earlier gives you a cocky wink. Your hackles raise slightly at it, a disgusted feeling bubbling in your gut at the offending gesture. Hiccup rolls his eyes at Snotlout while Astrid just scoffs and harshly punches his arm, the others acting as if this is a normal occurrence.
Everybody looks back at you expectantly and you realize that they were waiting for you to say your name. You stare back at them quietly. You hadn’t spoken to other humans in so long. The only conversations you’ve had in the past few years were when you came across dragons on your island… and they were obviously one-sided. One of the twins, Tuffnut, leans over toward the others and ‘whispers’. It wasn’t very good as you could hear every word being said.
“I don’t think she can understand us.”
Before the group can turn to Tuffnut with judging looks, you say your name softly. Your voice is slightly hoarse from not using it, having to clear your throat after saying that one word. Their eyes snap over to you as if they can’t believe that you can speak their language. You could hear Hiccup as he decides to test out your name. The way it rolls off his tongue causes your wings to twitch ever so slightly, not for freedom though.
You liked how your name sounded coming from him, and you hated that. The unfamiliar sensation of someone else saying your name after years of solitude sent a shiver down your spine.
Now that you’ve proven that you can understand them and speak, the group begins their questioning once again. Their voices overlapping pop the bubble of calm that you were slowly getting accustomed to. You were bombarded with Astrid’s accusatory tone, Fishleg’s multitude of questions, the twins asking how destructive you could be, and Snotlout’s flirting words.
Your anxiety begins to rise again along with your heart rate, your senses being overloaded too quickly once again. Your wings shift slightly behind you as you test out the rope that confined them. Between your earlier thrashing and pulling, it had somehow loosened. It was almost as if Hiccup could sense what you were thinking just by the small sparkle in your eyes.
Getting between the group and you, he holds out his hands toward them, telling his fellow dragon riders to calm down and continue to give you space. Your body twists and turns slightly as you begin to try and spread your wings, slowly stretching the rope with each tug. The ropes finally snap under the pressure of your wings spreading open, and a sense of euphoria explodes in your chest as you finally realize that freedom is in your grasp.
Astrid’s hand quickly moves to the axe strapped to her hip, but you were too quick for her and the others to try and grab you. Giving a powerful flap of your wings while placing your hands on Hiccup’s shoulders, you use the momentum to fly over the group and towards the door. You see him stumble in the corner of your eye.
“Grab her!”
“Wait, don’t!”
You use your body to slam through the closed door, a grunt escaping you as you can already feel the bruise beginning to form on your arm. Thankfully it was the arm that wasn’t cut that took the brunt of the door.
Maneuvering yourself to land on all fours, you look back to find the group staring at you with wide eyes before they quickly jump into action to try and stop you from escaping. Your eyes meet Hiccup’s and you freeze. He had been so kind to you. It was something you hadn’t experienced in a long time. His gentle touch while bandaging your wound hadn’t been felt ever since your parents' passing.
You couldn’t stay though, you couldn’t risk it.
You could see the group squeezing through the door, Astrid having unsheathed her axe as she managed to get ahead of them. Your eyes meet hers as she gets closer, her axe raised as anger flames in her gaze, but hidden was a need to protect her friends. You felt a small inkling of respect for the blonde, you knew what it was like to need to protect something. To go as far as she would for her friends.
Before you could turn away, to break her gaze on the group and escape, something large suddenly rams into you. A yelp leaves your lips as you land on your stomach, your wings spread out and something heavy lying on you, its head nudging your back as it begins sniffing at the base of your wings. The group had froze in their attempt to chase you, all of them staring in bewilderment at the sight in front of them.
Hiccup follows them out of the hut, looking at the scene with a small chuckle. Toothless, who had chased you through the forest earlier that day thinking that you were a threat, was now sniffing at your wings with happy chuffs. He bounces happily beside you as he looks over at Hiccup, the dragon flapping his wings slightly before nudging your own with his snout. It was almost as if he was trying to show Hiccup that they were the same.
Moving yourself into a sitting position with a soft huff and relaxing your wings, you watch Toothless as he continues to circle around you with an occasional nudge to your back. The other dragons, who had been stationed around the hut, seemed to watch the interaction curiously as they too began to make their way closer to you.
As you observe the dragons, you can’t help but slowly lose your want to escape. Your need for freedom from this situation. You knew and understood dragons, you’ve lived around them and interacted with them for multiple years of your life. If this group of dragons trusted their riders, maybe staying here wouldn’t be so bad.
Maybe you could come to trust them too.
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A Gift from the Gods (2)
Hiccup x F!Reader
Word Count: 1.4K
Warnings: None
A/N: Hello everyone! I'm just letting everyone know that while this story happens while the gang is around the age they are in RTTE, I will probably only include a few things that happen in the show and not in much detail. I'm so happy that everyone is enjoying the story and hope I continue to meet your expectations! Until next time <3
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His questioning words linger in the air for a few minutes, nothing following but an uncomfortable silence occasionally being broken by heavy panting from the previous chase. The wound on your upper arm throbs in pain, his grip was tight, something you’d never expect from someone as scrawny looking as him. Your eyes remain locked with one another, your heart thundering in your chest as the reality of the situation hits you like a ton of bricks.
You were spotted, you had been captured.
Suddenly, the sound of familiar screams, and the scent of familiar smells, fills your senses as you comprehend the realization. The acrid smell of smoke fills your nostrils, even though there is no fire around you, and the sweet scent of what used to be your mother’s favorite flowers brings a fresh wave of tears to your eyes. The memory of your mother screaming at you to run while she and your father barricaded the door to your once quiet home. Your senses overload as you can hear your mother and father both pleading for you to run, for you to hide, for you to save yourself.
As memories of your parents' desperate pleas flooded your mind, a surge of adrenaline mixed with fear propelled you into action, your heart pounding so loudly you couldn’t hear anything else. With a swift motion, you whipped the end of your wing towards Hiccup's head, it slices through the air before making contact with a satisfying thud. His body is thrown off of you, and you take in a desperate breath, your lungs now free from his weight. You barely had the chance to see him hold onto the side of his face, to see the pain he was experiencing as he watched you with wide eyes before you quickly turned onto your hands and knees.
You could faintly hear him in the background pleading with somebody, saying that you were just frightened and didn’t mean to hurt him. His words never registered, the only thought on your mind was to run and to hide.
Your wings didn’t even have the chance to spread, to give you your freedom before a blinding pain erupted at the base of your skull as a blunt object made contact with it, sending shockwaves of agony through your entire body. Darkness crept into the edges of your vision as you fought to stay conscious, the world spinning before fading to black. Your parents’ desperate pleas continue to whisper to you as you go unconscious.
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“How is this even possible?”
“I have no idea, but she’s dangerous.”
“She was just scared, Astrid. We were the ones who started chasing her”
“Haha, she sure got you good though.”
You’re surrounded by voices as your body slowly goes back into consciousness. The pain at the back of your skull throbs from where it was hit, and the cut on your arm screams at you as you groggily try to move your arms. Your eyes feel glued shut when you try to open them, a pained whine making it past your lips as your brain slowly begins to process everything that had happened.
“Hey, it’s okay, you’re safe now.”
A familiar voice cuts through the others, a hand gently placed on your shoulder as your eyes finally crack open. The sunlight is the first thing that invades your vision, the pain from the sudden change causes you to cringe and squint your eyes as your vision slowly tries to get accustomed to the bright light. A dark figure appears in your line of vision, your eyes quickly blink as the figure slowly becomes more clear. It was Hiccup.
He had a small nervous smile on his lips, his forest-green eyes held no malice as he looked down at you. Your eyes trail over his face, taking in his features when you notice the red welt that covers his left cheek. A small sense of pride fills your chest at your ability to be able to place a hit on something, but the bigger part of you feels regret. Why was he being so nice? Especially after you had been the reason for the line of raised and reddened skin on his face.
As your senses start to fully come back, you start to feel something scratchy around your wings. Panic surges as you attempt to stretch out your wings, only to find them bound tightly, a realization that sends your eyes widening in alarm.
Hiccup notices your quickly rising fear, seeing your wide eyes flicking around and the way your breathing becomes rapid, he holds out his hands in a calming manner. Hiccup's voice cuts through the quickly rising chaos, but you can’t focus on it right now.
“Just breathe,” he urges, his tone reassuring yet tinged with urgency. “I can explain everything.”
Your heart thunders in your chest as you whip your head to the side to look over your shoulder, barely noticing the bed you are lying on and the blanket that covers your body, seeing the thick rope that wraps around your wings and holding them together as well as wrapping around your body, keeping your wings restrained against your back. How had you not noticed this before? How had you not felt the rope that was wrapped around you?
Your body shoots out of the bed, your hands thankfully remaining untied as you stumble away while yanking against the scratchy rope. As you struggle against the rope, your desperate movements only serve to cinch it tighter around your wings. A cacophony of voices raises in volume as you back away into a wall, your eyes snapping from the rope around your midsection towards the group that was now corralling towards you. Your hands continue to pull at the rope, occasionally grimacing as it tightens, but your main focus is getting it off of you and escaping.
As you scan the group of six individuals, your eyes linger on Astrid and Hiccup, their presence somewhat familiar amidst the others. Astrid stands apart, her arms crossed over her chest, a steely gaze fixed on you as you quickly notice the axe that is attached to her hip. That must’ve been what you were hit with. Hiccup, his voice steady despite the tension, intervened to try and diffuse the situation that was quickly brewing. Nobody was listening to him at the moment.
The larger man with blond hair bombarded you with rapid-fire questions, his curiosity bordering on urgency as he sought to unravel the mystery of your existence. Some about your wings, some about how they work, and others about how you fly. The man with black hair, a smirk playing at his lips, invaded your personal space with unsettling ease, his dark eyes gleaming with a mixture of fascination and mischief. The last two members, blondes who looked eerily similar, were more focused on your restrained wings as they tried to poke and grab at them.
Your breathing was erratic, eyes wide and snapping between each group member as your pulling at the rope quickens. It was all too much, their talking as well as the touches between the rope and hands against your wings began to overstimulate your already overworking mind. As a quick reaction to the fear and anxiety, you hiss toward the group, revealing your sharp canines. Your threat is a warning to them that if they get any closer, you will bite, and bite hard.
“Guys, give her some space!” Hiccup suddenly implores, his words a plea for understanding amidst the tension.
Their four heads snapped over to Hiccup, who was walking over towards the group and using his hands to motion them to walk away. They grumble in response to his order but seem to listen to him as they walk over to where Astrid is standing. Your eyes remained glued to the group, your hands had stopped their yanking on the rope but still had a tight grip on it.
“I’m sorry about them, we’ve just never encountered anything quite like you before. May I?”
Hiccup’s empathetic tone interrupts your frantic thoughts as you look over at him, one of his hands holding a roll of bandages as he gestures toward the wound on your arm. Only now do you register the gentle bandaging on your arm, evidence of care bestowed upon you during your unconscious state, a stark contrast to the harsh restraints encircling your wings. Your eyes glance between the bandages in his hand and his eyes, narrowing them slightly as if trying to find any ulterior motives… you can’t seem to find any.
You slowly nod after a few quiet seconds, and as a smile tugs at the corners of Hiccup's lips, a fluttering sensation dances in your chest, an unexpected reaction to his warmth.
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A Gift from the Gods (1)
Hiccup x F!Reader
Story Summary:
Centuries ago, the gods granted your family a gift. But everyone else saw it as a curse.
You are the last of your clan because others find your family’s gift as anything but. Your life has been filled with hiding in the woods, away from the Vikings who threaten your existence. The forest quickly became your safe space.
Everything in your quiet life suddenly changes when you are spotted by a Viking and his Night Fury, who quickly notice something strange about you.
You had wings… dragon wings.
Word count: 1.1k
Warnings: Blood
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The forest was unusually quiet, the only sounds being heard were the rustling of leaves and the occasional skittering of an animal. Suddenly, there was the sound of quick footsteps, bare against the grass as they weaved through the thick foliage, running away from whoever was chasing them.
Branches snap when being pushed against, occasionally scratching against the figure breaking them as they hope to get through and evade the threat. The roar of multiple dragons interrupts the once-quiet forest, birds scattering into the air at the sound.
You had been spotted.
The day had started like any other, foraging around for food, and interacting with the local wildlife. Making it to a familiar clearing, your fingers had barely grazed against the berry bush that you had come across before you heard the familiar sound of dragons. Quickly taking refuge behind a thick patch of bushes in the tree line, you fold your wings against your back as much as you can to make yourself seem smaller.
Two dragons suddenly land in the clearing where you once stood, your eyes take them in from behind the leaves and branches. You had never been able to learn about the different types of dragons during your childhood, and now you are only able to identify them by their characteristics. The strange thing about these dragons though, is that they had humans riding on their backs. It was something you had never seen before.
There was a blue one that you promptly called ‘Spike’ due to the spikes on its tail and the crown of spikes coming from its head, ‘Spike’s head twitched slightly as it looked around the clearing. Its rider, a Viking with her blonde hair in a singular braid going down her back, hops off of her dragon before looking over towards her fellow rider.
“What are we even looking for again?” Her voice cuts through the clearing, your body instinctually shrinking even further behind the bush at the harsh tone.
The brunette rider, who was atop a black dragon (you called him ‘Night’ due to how his scales were as dark as the night sky), climbs off to stand beside the blonde.
Your eyes take in the two dragons and their riders, your head tilting in curiosity at the red that replaced the black on one of ‘Night’s tailfins. You also take in ‘Night’s wings, noticing how similar they looked to the wings that were attached to your back.
“We haven’t explored this island yet, Astrid. Who knows what new dragons might be living here.” The brunette says, with a hint of excitement in his tone, towards the blonde who you are now guessing is named ‘Astrid’. His eyes trail over the edge of the forest line, your heart stopping momentarily at how his eyes unknowingly meet yours through the leaves and branches before moving on towards Astrid, her arms crossed across her chest.
“It’s been months since we’ve discovered a new species, Hiccup. What do you think makes this island any different?” So the brunette was named ‘Hiccup’… what an interesting name.
The voices of the riders slowly drifted into the background as you focused on the two dragons as they interacted, it was cute how they played together while their riders talked. You watch as they begin to nod their heads at each other, almost like it was a symbol of playfulness, a small smile twitches at the corner of your lips. You had seen other ‘Spike’s doing this with each other, and it seemed that ‘Night’ had picked up on the movement.
You freeze at ‘Night’ stopping his playful nodding and suddenly looking over towards the bush that you were hiding behind, the dragon’s pupils narrowing at the sight of you. The dragon suddenly leans his head down, stalking slowly towards the bush as his eyes remain locked on you, a deep growl rumbles from his chest.
Your heart begins to race as the dragon gets closer to the bush, ‘Spike’ soon following behind him with her tail raised and her spikes at the ready to attack. Slowly and carefully moving your arms and legs, you try to silently move further into the treeline and further from the dragons and their riders.
“Toothless? What is it, bud?” “Stormfly, what’s the matter?”
You could hear the dragon riders cautiously speak towards their dragons, following slowly behind them as they try to find out the source of the dragons' sudden mood change.
A twig snaps under your foot, a miscalculated step that could cost you your life.
Stormfly flicks her tail quickly at the sound, the spikes that were once on her tail flying straight toward you, as Toothless opens his mouth to shoot a plasma blast. Astrid and Hiccup quickly grab out their weapons once their dragons start the attack.
You managed to use your left wing to block your body from Toothless’ blast and most of Stormfly’s spikes, but you weren’t quick enough to stop one of them, the sharp edge slicing through the skin of your arm as it whizzes past you, warm blood quickly trickling down. A hiss of pain leaves your lips before you cover the oozing wound with your hand, your gaze snapping back to peak over your wing towards the dragons who charge towards you.
Reacting swiftly, you jump up from your hiding position up to your feet and begin to run through the trees. Your heart beats loudly in your chest as you can hear the dragons and their riders following after you. Swerving through the trees, you glance back over your shoulder, a mistake, but it lets you notice that the spikes on Stormfly’s tail got stuck between a tight pair of trees, Astrid staying back to try and help free her dragon.
Without looking towards Hiccup and Toothless, your gaze looks ahead a bit too late, a low-hanging tree branch almost hitting you in the face if you hadn’t ducked. That slip-up was all they needed when you suddenly felt a body slamming into your back, forcing you down onto the ground.
The both of you tumble slightly on the way down, your quick turning causing you to land on your back, but hands quickly grab your shoulders and slam you down. Your eyes snap wide and a sharp cry leaves you as you feel fingers digging into the wound on your upper arm, forest green eyes meet your own as he holds you down.
The pain is a sharp stab, and tears quickly form in your eyes as you keep eye contact with Hiccup, who begins to observe you now that he’s up close and personal. It’s almost as if he doesn’t realize that his hand is slowly getting covered in your blood, his focus mainly on the wings that sprouted from your back, squished between you and the dirt that had been uprooted in your struggle. The both of you don’t even realize that Astrid and the dragons have finally caught up, Hiccup being the first to talk between the three humans.
“What are you?”
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Me: seeing barely any Hiccup X reader stories that are still being updated
Also me:
#A hint of what's to come#I know I have other stories I need to update >-<#Being a student teacher sucks#I have no life#reader insert#hiccup x reader
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