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milksuu · 11 months

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Second Magic

Pairing(s): Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III & II / witch!fem!reader

Word count: 2.OK

Content/Warnings: soulmates, reincarnation, immortal, soft magic, slice of life, fluff, minimal use of y/n, minor angst, implied sexual themes, minor blood

Summary: Death claims everyone at some point. Unfortunately for you, your gift of magic cursed you with eternal youth and an ability that has shunned you from the village of Berk. More than one-hundred years later, memories resurface when you’re visited for a potion from Berk’s next chief.

He was the spitting image of your long-lost love—your soulmate—Hiccup Horrendous Haddock II.

a/n: hello there everyone! I'm back with something new to add to the hiccupxreader tags. still on my mythical/magical kick. I do plan to have about three parts to this. so please stay tuned for updates, or let me know if you'd like to join a tag list. thank you and please enjoy.

There came a knock at the door. No one ever knocked on a witch's door by accident.

From the bedroom window, you peeked through the muslin curtain. Below the two-story cottage, grew a garden of lush greens and wild flowers. Where the weeds and dandelions led a trail to your front porch, a figure stood at your door. More pestering thuds bothered the home and the skin of your nose wrinkled. Muttering a thing or two, you ambled down the aching stairs. Before reaching the door, you rummaged through a decorative drawer, procuring a gray river rock. It was enchanted with one of your magic spells—a screeching stone, you called it.

“You can stop trying to break down my door,” you said, pressing the stone against the entryway. “Didn’t you read the sign posted on the oak tree outside? Clearly, it said no trespassing.”

“No—think I might’ve missed it,” the muffled voice of a young man answered, and it seemed honest enough. The stone hummed at the response. “Are you [Y/N], by chance?”

“There’s a chance I could be,” you said with soured lips. “Not many people come this far into the woods. And fewer people know of me, let alone my name. Which leads me to ask, who exactly sent you?”

“Gothi sent me. She mentioned you two knowing each other,” he replied in truth, and the stone continued its soft hymns. “She said if there’s anyone who could help me, it would be you.”

She’s still alive?

“That all depends. I trust Gothi, but I’ll need to trust you as well. You can start by telling me your name.”

There was a beat in the air. “It’s Hiccup.”

The ghost of your breath trapped itself inside your chest. That name—it had been buried beneath over a century ago. Yet the stone sang sweetly, and your heart squeezed in a haunting delight. A part of you wished it would scream. Wretched and revolting as it was, it would give you reason to cast the stranger away.

To your grief, he wasn’t so much a stranger as you thought.

Pocketing the stone, you opened the door with a creak. Meeting the green meadow of his eyes, your magic dug its fiery claws between your ribs. With all your power, you tried not to let his familiar freckles unsettle you. Fearing if you did, your magic would spring out of control. The windows would shatter. The roof would crumble to dust. The fireplace would spark and scorch the floors. Or something much worse. Touch him, and reveal when death would knock on his own door.

You wouldn’t let that happen. Not again. Not ever.

With a deep breath, you pushed the door open wider. “Come in,” you said, "we can talk more inside.”

He tipped his chin and thanked you for the invitation. When he stepped through, his gaze swept about your home. Dried flowers, herbs and spices hung from every inch of ceiling by twine. Sunlight spilled from the white-painted windows, and warmed the cushions of two chairs perched near the fireplace. Bookcases stood on either side of the mantle, stretched tall enough to touch the rafters, and wide enough to cover the entire walls. At the back of the home was the kitchen and brewing space. With emerald cabinets and honied-countertops, stacked with jars and vials, scattered petals, and corked potions.

“Make yourself comfortable,” you said. “I’ll prepare us something warm to drink.”

With a blink, he tore his gaze from the foliage and oddities. “Sure, I would appreciate it.”

When you left for the kitchen, he absently traced a hand against the chairs upholstery. Although it matched its counterpart, there were subtle differences; the legs were built taller, and arm rests crafted higher. When he took a seat, it felt made for someone of his stature—an odd thing to notice. His gaze raised to a row of books on one of the bookcase shelves. One particular book stood out among the jewel-toned backs of scarlet, green, and yellow. A simple spine of leather, softened over-time with use, and streaks of charcoal staining the edges.

Like a cool breeze, a sense of familiarity swept through him, touching the marrow of his bones. It begged the question.

“Have you always lived here by yourself?” Hiccup asked.

“You could say that.”

For a moment, you lost yourself in the fragrant pools. When was the last time you served someone tea? It may have been the day before a young man's mortal fate—the same day you couldn’t convince him to stay. Leaving you to join the collection of things he left behind. Your throat tightened around what felt like a ball of hot wax. Searing as it was, you swallowed its entirety.

Balancing the trembling porcelain, you returned to the next room and took a seat of your own.

“I’m sorry if I was rude earlier. I’ve…never welcomed visitors. It’s always been safer that way.” With a smile, you offered him a cup. “But between Gothi sending you and your genuine nature, I’d like to help you.”

“Thanks—and you don’t have to apologize to me. I’m the one who decided to come here unannounced. So…” Hiccup trailed off, taking a drink. He stared at the ripples with solemnity. “My father isn’t doing so well. And you know Gothi, she’s the best Seer we have on Berk. She’s done all she can, but it’s not going to be enough. When I asked if there was anything more I could do, she recommended that I seek you out.”

“I’m sorry about your father,” you said, lowering your own cup. “If Gothi wasn’t able to help him, then he must be very sick.”

“I’m trying not to think about it too much.” He worked the tension of his lips between his teeth. Then pitched a sincere look your way, and said, “So you know, I’m not worried about you being a witch. If anything, I find myself pretty lucky to ask for your help. Even if that does mean I have to sell my soul for it.”

“I have some good news for you, then. I won’t be needing it. Quite frankly, I wouldn’t even know what to do with yours,” you said with a laugh. “But most spells and potions require something of personal value. At least, the stronger ones do.”

Setting your tea cup aside, you hopped onto your toes. Approaching one of the bookcases, you trailed a finger against the backs of countless titles. Your search came to an end when you plucked one out; dense with musky pages, a silver lock clasped at the side, and a small wooden door carved into the cover.

Peering over your shoulder, you found your nosy company arched forward in his chair. You cleared your throat, “Don’t think about peeking over here. A witch never reveals her secrets.”

He apologized under his breath, and shifted his chin away. But like a child snuffed out of his curiosity, he wore a pout of disappointment. You smiled in amusement, and brought your attention back to the book.

You knocked against the small door in a melodic tempo. The little door sprang open, revealing a tiny ear inside. You brought your mouth close, whispering the incantation with the smallest voice you could muster. Too loud, and the door would snap shut against your lips.

An unpleasant experience you remembered from childhood.

The lock clicked open, and you breathed a sigh of relief. Page after page, you mumbled and zipped through each recipe. A couple more turns, you tapped against the right one. Breezing through the ingredients, you had all but one. Oh buttercups, you blushed.

“What is it?” Hiccup furrowed his brows at your dawning expression. “Everything all right?”

“It’s a bit hard to explain. I—I don’t have one of the ingredients any longer. But maybe you still do,” you exclaimed, taming the warmth of your cheeks. “Come with me.”

With a tilt of your head, you gestured to the kitchen. Your guest rose from his seat, following your footsteps. With instructions for him not to touch anything, you scrambled to find your proper ingredients; mugwort, newt tail, bog water, and a strand of witch hair. Tossed and muddled by mortar and pestle, you poured the mixed contents into a glass jar.

“Time for the last ingredient,” you said, picking up a kitchen knife, “hold out a finger.”

Although hesitant, he lifted a hand. “Tell me you’re not going to cut it off. I’m already down a leg, if you haven’t noticed.”

“Not at all. That would be more than what I actually need,” you answered, albeit a little too plainly. With your other hand, you touched the stone tucked in your dress pocket. “You only have to be honest when I ask you this question. If you’re not, then we’ll both hear about it.”

He nodded carefully. “Go ahead.”

“Have you ever—Oh, how should I put this?” Calming the storm of embarrassment brewing in your chest, you exhaled the words in one breath. “Have you ever committed the coupling act?”

There was a gulp. Then a twitch of his lips. Followed by a blush that bloomed from nose to ear. “What? No, I—I haven’t. What kind of question is that?”

Without a word, you sliced the tip of his finger. A hiss sizzled from his mouth when you squeezed it open. Aligning the bottle underneath, you caught the blood falling in pitter-patters. Once enough dripped into the brew, a plum of red smoke burst into the air. Both of you coughed and waved your hands around the space. When the pungent cloud faded into wisps, you corked the bubbling potion.

“A warning would’ve been nice.” He wrapped his finger in a handkerchief you provided. He went on to mutter, “Not sure why you couldn’t use your own finger.” By the delivery, the last part was meant to stay in his head.

Embarrassment washed through your veins, and painted every inch of your skin posy pink. The sight of it colored his own complexion.

“I didn’t mean to say that, honestly,” he apologized after the realization struck him. “It just sort of came out.”

“Absolutely no tact at all,” you chastised, snatching back the handkerchief. “Gods, you’re just as bad as him.”

He blinked with mystification. “Him?”

A slip of the tongue had the back hairs of your neck bristling. Magic pulsed like coils of lightning in your stomach. Crackling up through your chest, wanting to burn deeper holes in your heart. The roof groaned and creaked. Grains of wood dust fell onto your nose, dispelling the awful feeling.

“You have to go. Please, take it and leave. And don’t worry about repaying me.” Before he could argue, you forced the potion into his possession. With a clap of a hand, the wood beneath his feet shifted, motioning him out the front door.

“Wait a second.“ He wedged his prosthetic between the shutting door and frame. “Right bookcase, third shelf, leather back.”

“What on earth are you talking about?”

“There’s a book that belongs to my family. Ask me how I know.” The question was rhetorical, and in your bafflement, he continued. “My families crest is sealed in its spine. And the only way you could have it is if someone gave it to you. You said you never had visitors. Sorry to say, but I’m not buying it.”

“That book has nothing to do with you or your family,” you glowered, and the stone screeched and howled from your pocket. You clapped your hands against your splitting ears, with your company mimicking your movements. Over the prevailing wails, you cried, “You’re right—I lied and I’m sorry for it! It belonged to your great-grand uncle. And that’s the truth of it.”

The screeching stone fell to whispers. But the thumping of your heart continued to beat in your ears.

“Wait. My great-grand uncle?” He caught a breath in his throat. “You don’t mean—there’s no possible way you’re talking about—”

“I am.” Your voice dropped to a whisper. “My only visitor before you; Hiccup Horrendous Haddock II.”

#hiccup x reader #httyd #hiccup httyd #hiccup horrendous haddock iii #how to train your dragon #hiccup horrendous haddock ii #reader insert #httyd fanfiction #httyd 2 #x reader #fanfiction #hiccup x you #httyd book references #you bet we're going to get some flashbacks of hiccup the second #buckle up dragon riders #we're expecting some angst in this fanfic

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acemdzsfan · 6 months

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Me: Vibing with a movie adaptation I'm watching purely because it is inaccurate and barely recognizable from the plot of the books.

Movie: Slams the exact same ending as the books into the last part.

Me: "wtf? What was the point of setting up this whole world and plot like a fan fiction if you're just going to cram in the tragic ending? At least commit to the bit."

#highly specific #but god damn it #At least commit #Like seriously #If your movie reads like a Fanfic of the original work #at least follow through and give me a better ending #book adaptation #httyd #httyd fandom #Weirdly specific #Highly niche #Movies #movie adaptation #The hidden world salt #Thw salt #Hidden world

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thewolfwarriors · 28 days

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Chapter 2 is coming up!

Have a fishlegs until then

I really love this face

#httyd books #httyd #how to train your dragon #how to train your dragon books #httyd fandom #httyd fanart #httyd fanfiction #wolf warriors #foam rage #httyd book fishlegs #book fishlegs #httyd fan fic #httyd fanfic #wip #book!fishlegs

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corvidpaws · 6 months

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yet another httyd books fic idea- we need content!! I would absolutely write it but i don’t have all the books yet :(

hiccup and his dragons from the end of book twelve gets swapped with hiccup and his dragon from book one. future!hiccup gets dropped there before the dragon training ceremony, but after he’s met toothless.

everyone would freak out because one second it’s a tiny viking kid and the next it’s a twelve year old with a crown, several scars, a slavemark, a black star and FOUR dragons, two of which happen to be seadragonus giganticus maximus’.

past!hiccup: why am i in a castle where’s snotlout where’s my dad what’s happening

camicazi and fishlegs: shit.

#httyd books #fanfiction #httyd fanfiction #fanfic idea #ao3 #preferably ao3 but I don’t mind

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creamyavocadosoup · 2 years

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𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞, 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐟

a/n: HI HI. I know I've been writing a lot of Genshin stuff lately but I've had this particular scenario I've wanted to write out surrounding HTTYD characters: f!reader x Hiccup tags: Tiny tiny bit of angst at the start but I swear its mostly fluff! prompt: reader can travel between worlds and has come back to Berk after going to her original world for over a year. Reader left at the end of RTTE and comes back at the end of HTTYD 2

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The familiar rippling feeling glided across my skin as I pass through the random-shaped portal. Smelling the salty breeze and feeling the soft grass under my shoes felt comforting as I laid eyes onto the well-known structures of Berk.

That feeling however didn't last long as I realized that the village had fallen eerily silent. Where is everyone? There were no signs if anyone and most of the village had been covered in blue ice.

A few dragons had flown over my head to the direction of the other side of the village and I followed, hoping this foreboding feeling in my chest was entirely wrong.

But I couldn't help my senses slowly disappearing as I could only see what was in front of me, not my ragged breathing nor my footsteps were heard by my ears.

There was a huge wall of bodies blocking me from any sort of indication as to what was going on. Mumbling out apologies and excuses, I weave my way through the crowd and end up at the front, finally able to see what was going on.

They all focused their attention on the people in the middle, which happened to be Gothi and Hiccup.

The foreboding feeling left me as I heaved a huge sigh of relief, my arms falling slack beside me. Scanning the area, I realized everyone was safe with a familiar face missing and a new woman blending in with the gang.

Gothi swiped her thumb on a nearby plank of burnt wood, rubbing the charcoal between her fingers. Hiccup kneeled before her and I gasped as I realized what was happening.

She drew the symbol on his forehead. No words were spoken between the two as Gothi slowly stepped away as Gobber walked closer, the tears in his eyes apparent.

"The chief has come home!" Gobber yelled as the crowd erupted into loud cheers of "Long live the chief!", me included as I approached the beloved dragon riders.

Tapping on Snotlout and Ruffnut's shoulders, their gazes swivel to me as both fall into shock, but quickly recovering and pulling me into a group hug.

"[Name]! You're back!"

The mention of my name surely turned a few heads as the rest of the dragon riders piled in on the hug and shouts of excitement at my return.

As I basked in the comfort of my best friends, the newly crowned chief waited patiently for the group hug to finish. Hiccup's heart pounded against his chest as the euphoria and adrenaline of today swirled through his veins.

A hand laid on his shoulder as he turned to see his mothers face, "Is that her?" she asked and he nodded in response. The toothy smile on his face was bright and his eyes sparkled, his mother taking note of the absolute joy on his features.

Soon the rest of the group detangled from the hug as Astrid nudged them to let Hiccup have his turn. Your eyes fell on the auburn haired lad, and I felt as if I could breath again. A year had surely done him so right as he looked even more handsome than when you last saw him but his alluring green eyes were as comforting as ever.

"Hiccup," I almost whispered, tears pricking at the corner of my eyes as I waited patiently. Waited for him to approach me first.

The overwhelming joy hit me in waves as he wasted no time to wrap me up in a hug, one arm around my waist and the other on my back. My lips trembled as I silently cried into his shoulder, surely wetting his armor but it was the least of both our worries.

"You came back." He murmured into my ear, in disbelief that I actually returned. He hugged me tighter, afraid I would slip out of his arms once more.

His nose buried deeper into my hair as I barely heard him whisper, "Feels like home." The sentiment had me blushing wildly but also giddy with excitement.

I didn't pull away from him, just letting the man soak in his emotions, but I reached up to weave my fingers through his hair, his body relaxing against mine at the gesture.

My lips moved to his ear, "Welcome home, chief." I responded, giggling slightly as he fell silent knowing that he felt embarrassed that I heard him.

Our reunion however was short lived as the twins tried to push Hiccup away, "Alright, that's enough it's our turn."

"Tuff, you already had your turn."

"That was a group hug so it didn't count."

I laughed as I watched the group bicker amongst themselves. It was something you didn't think you would miss when you went back to your world but it only meant that you were right where you were supposed to be.

Hiccup kept his arm around my waist as a blissful expression graced his features, his lips tugged into a lopsided smile.

I'm home.

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a/n: in shambles bc i absolutely love httyd my comfort movies. hope you enjoyed it! reblogs are much much appreciated ilysm if u reblog the post istg i will smother u with love

#ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ books #ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ sugar #httyd #hiccuphaddock #hiccup #httyd 2 #fanfic #fanfiction #fluff #httyd fluff #hiccup x reader

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50044w44s · 6 months

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I cringe at how much I enjoy those little silly "characters react" fics. Like most of them are written by twelve-year-olds, unfinished, and on wattpad or ffnet. Which is fine, because I don't want ao3 to be contaminated, but like, its so hard to find one half decent to read.

I swear I'm a whore for them. Characters reading Harry Potter? give me. Watching httyd? PLEASE.

BUT I THINK I'VE READ THEM ALL BECAUSE I CAN'T FIND ANY ANYMORE AND I MAY DIE. so if you know about one just drop the link I'll be thankful for the rest of my life.

#harry potter #harry potter books #httyd #httyd race to the edge #harry potter fanfic rec #fanfiction #fanfic #reacting

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bourgeoisbutburger · 2 years

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Where the fuck are all the fanfics based on the How To Train Your Dragon books??? give me them

#how to train your dragon #httyd #httyd books #cressida cowell #fanfic

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everydayarsonist · 10 months

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Okay but how has nobody made a fanfic set in the world of the Httyd books about dragons waking up or being rediscovered in the modern era? Like Hiccups memoirs are out there in-universe, how has nobody written one of these? If they have please show me.

EDIT: I have read “Tumbling Forward, We Spin On.”

#Httyd #httyd books #fanfiction #httyd fanfiction #httyd books fanfic #Help

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iwonderhereandnow · 7 months

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Httyd crossover fic 2! time: Httyd 2 and three years after book 12

I was walking my dog and came up with this lovely fic idea! Basically, the both series take place in the same universe, with the movies being isolated after the death of Hiccup II. Movie berk split apart from the wilderwest, with plenty of the old families disowning themselves and moving to movie berk. Through their isolation they grew the hatred of dragons that is seen in httyd one. Later, during race to the edge, the dragon rebellion is going on, which movie berk wants nothing to do with. After the war, movie berk and the new kingdom of the wilderwest become political allies, which the dragon riders are ecstatic about! The other side of the barbaric archipelago is something only whispered about, and usually with disdain, so the possibilities of new dragons is endless!

now, in httyd 2, three years after the war ended, drago enters the scene. Drago was an old supporter of the Alvinsmen, and are trying to restart the war by killing and enslaving dragons. Upon hearing that drago is coming towards berk, he sends a message to book Hiccup, who has been trying to rebuild the Wilderwest.

due to their alliance, the ten companions of the dragonmark head out to gather info about Drago, but are captured by Drago, who had heard stories about the boy king.

Astrid and the rest of the gang are then captured, and one of the guards come up with the idea to get rid of the king and his companions at the same time as the dragon riders. It backfires, and the crew hides in the dragon cages with the riders and sneak onto the battlefield.

#httyd books #httyd #camicazi #hiccup horrendous haddock iii #book hiccup #toothless #astrid hofferson #fishlegs no name #snotlout jorgenson #drago bludvist #httyd 2 #fanfic ideas #I want to write this but I know I probably won’t #Post httyd book canon #The dragon riders are like who are these children

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companion-of-the-dragonmark · 3 months

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HTTYD Books Fanfic Poll

Hello, my fellow Dragonmarkers! Today, I've decided to make a poll. There are several ideas I'd like to work on, however, I'm struggling to choose which one to start on first. Granted, I have a feeling I know what you guys want me to work on first, but I still want to ask anyways. 😏

So before you vote, I'd like to list down the options below and a little summary as to what each choice will be about.

Poll will end on Hiccup's birthday on February 29th. So spread the word. 🙏🏻😉

『 All of these story ideas will try to cling to canon events as much as it can, or at least be loyal to it as canon-inspired. 』

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Thuggory's Saga

This story will be on Thuggory's POV throughout the Books and what was going on behind the scenes when Thuggory wasn't around.

Thuggory Name Parody Series

This work will be a one-shot series consolidated into one story that has Thuggory doing various things based on what his name is (i.e. Thuggory will be thuggish, Muggory will be drinking a mug or mugging somebody, Chuggory will be chugging ale, etc).

Fishlegs' Second Impossible Quest

(Post Book 12) Fishlegs drags Hiccup into yet ANOTHER Impossible Quest when Fishlegs seems to have forgotten his lesson and was caught sending love poems to Barbara the Barbarian. Suffering scallops, Fishlegs! Didn't Hiccup just say to NOT do this again?! 💢😠😒😑🙄🤦‍♂️

Actually, wouldn't it be hilarious if that's how Hiccup got married because everyone thinks that the love letters were HIS and not Fishlegs, causing him to marry Barbara or some other chick. lol 🤣

Exile on Cannibal Isle

(Book 1) What if the adults had decided to banish their youth that evening after their failure, regardless of the thunderstorm? Our hapless youths end up becoming Outcasts — not on the Mainland, as planned, but on Cannibal Isle instead: an island filled with natives and Outcasts who had a fondness for human flesh. How will Hiccup, Thuggory, and Co. escape their current predicament? And will they return in time before the Green Death roasts their Tribes to well-done human kabobs?

The Tale of Two Swords

Told from Endeavor's POV (and sometimes from Stormblade's), this story delves into their respective origins, how they came into the hands of their respective owners, and the events leading up to the conflict between Alvin the Treacherous and Hiccup the Third. Two swords, two grudges, two wills, two forces, and two ideologies will clash for supremacy!

Hiccup's Saga

(Post Book 12) This story will focus on Hiccup's story AFTER his ascension as the 13th King of the Renewed Kingdom of the Wilderwest. As well as his achievements, his experiences, his struggles, and his life milestones. This will try to stay loyal to the books and to the books' epilogues.

Hiccup the First's Saga

Told from Hiccup's POV until he meets Wodensfang, which will then transition to Wodensfang's POV ever afterwards. This will get into the details of his birth, the war with the Uglithugs, the Hooligans getting ousted from the Mainland and their migration to Berk; it will get to Hiccup's childhood and adolescence, the start of the brutal Human-Dragon Wars, and how he eventually meets Wodensfang; then his defeat of Merciless/Green Death, the founding of the Kingdom of the Wilderwest, and his achievements and milestone events as King, until his death.

Hiccup the Second's Saga

This will focus on Hiccup the Second's life from birth to the time of his death, including his life with his adopted draconian family, and his reunion with his father and family, and his struggles ever afterwards. I plan on this being told from his POV. Not sure whether to have this be a third-person narrator like what the Books were, or to have it be in the first-person in the manner of Hiccup writing an autobiography.

What do you guys think?

Hiccup's Young Chief AU

This story idea dives into what would happen if Hiccup had to become the new Chief of Berk early on in his youth. From this point, we have several options to choose from.

1) Have this be a sequel to "Exile on Cannibal Isle" if the ending ends up being tragic for the adults, and Thuggory and Hiccup are left to pick up the pieces after slaying the Green Death.

2) Have this set in Book 2, if Stoick dies in the fight against Alvin, as a consequence of the curse of Grimbeard's treasure.

3) Have this set in Book 7, when Madguts the Murderous was about to execute Big Bertha and Stoick in revenge, and Hiccup failed to return on time.

4) Have this set in Book 9, when Stoick is missing (via Excellinor the Witch), and Hiccup never finds him again.

5) Have this set in Book 9 when all the adults are missing or perished, and the Warriors-to-Be are the only ones left in the School (aside from the Outcasts, obviously), and so everyone has to fight together in order to escape.

6) Have this set in Books 10/11 when Stoick dies in battle and Hiccup is forced to lead his Tribe in their fight against both Alvinsmen and Dragons.

Old Wrinkly's Saga

(Pre-HTTYD) This focuses on Old Wrinkly's POV, from his origins, to his life, to the events of Humungous Hotshot and his daughter, to her eventual marriage to Stoick, to how he came to live with the Hooligans, aaaaaall the way to Hiccup becoming King.

Valhallarama's Saga

(Pre-HTTYD) This story focuses on Val's POV from her birth, to her romance with Humungous, to her marriage to Stoick, to her son Hiccup's birth, to her many MANY Quests, aaaaaall the way to her death.

Alvin's Saga (or Saga of the Outcasts)

(Pre-HTTYD) This focuses on Alvin's origins: from his birth, to his upbringing, to how he turned his Tribe into one of the most "modern" and dangerous Tribes in the Archipelago, how he came across the Legend of the King's Lost Things, his fateful encounter with his future arch-nemesis Hiccup, and his gradual elevation to ultimate power. I might have this story end once he meets with Hiccup. Or maybe I end it with his death. That's up to you guys.

Snotface Snotlout's Saga

(Pre-HTTYD / HTTYD) This story focuses on Snotface Snotlout's origins: from his birth, to Hiccup's birth, to the origin of his rivalry with him, and so on — right up to his death! (Or I could keep him alive instead?)

Norbert the Nutjob's Saga

(Book 4) This story is about Norbert's origins: His birth and childhood, his father's death, his dream to go to the New World, and turning the Hysterics into the greatest Viking Tribe in the Archipelago; his fateful encounter and feud with Hiccup the Third, and his eventual downfall. And then his return!

Deadly Shadow's Saga

(Book 10) This story is about the Deadly Shadow's origins: From birth to hatchling, to their fateful encounter with their mistress, Fishlegs' mother; her meeting Alvin and giving birth to his child; the death of Termagant and the Disappearance of her only child; of their eventual conversion to Furious' rebellion, and of their reunion with Fishlegs; and much more.

Furious' Saga

(Book 8) This story is on Furious' origins: His birth, to his meeting with Hiccup the Second, his life with him, facing his 'brother's' death, imprisonment, his meeting with Hiccup the Third, his escape, his rebellion, and finally his departure.

The Viking Tribes of the Barbaric Archipelago

This is a nonfiction fanfic that dives into the geography, history, culture, and customs of every Viking Tribe in the Archipelago (in the Books). You can look at this as a Guide to the Archipelago (an All You Need to Know About X book), or as a history book composed by a future historian. Take your pick.

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Thank you very much for your support! I look forward to the results of your votes, and I'll let you guys know what the top 3 choices were by the end of February 29th.

Long Live the Wilderwest!

— Companion of the Dragonmark

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