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oncewhenalongtimeago · 8 months

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Always an Angel, Never the God Pt 5

Pairing: Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III x Runaway!Reader

Words: 4637

In the real world, you get one chance and that’s it. Maybe, the real world is wrong. Or maybe Hiccup should stop being so annoying.

Tags: Runaway Reader, Angst, bitter reader, suggestive, requited love, healing, conflicting emotions, httyd3

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It was over.

As he flew away on Toothless, becoming nothing but a pinprick in your periphery before finally disappearing up the cavern entrance, you fell back down onto your knees.

You weren’t sure what to do anymore. The most important decision of your life was made with his ghost nipping at your heels. Truly, he haunted you. Whether he was with you or not, he always haunted you.

But the dragons here, untouched by the outside world, were kind. And curious. Once the threat was gone and the commotion was over, many came over to examine the newcomers, sniffing and prodding at you and your things.

They were welcoming enough. So you set up shop.

Hiccup laid flat against his bed, staring at the ceiling of his childhood home. He felt torn in every single direction all at once.

He’d left when his people needed him. When his father had needed him. Drago had attacked while he’d been gone, and all that was left of the sanctuary now was rubble. Then he’d gone after Berk. Hiccup had only just gotten there in time.

His father was fine, his mother… alive. After twenty years. Everyone was accounted for, but what if they hadn’t been? If he’d been there, maybe there would have been less damage, less people hurt.

But he wouldn’t have found you if he’d stayed. Finally, after all this time. He'd realized how long it truly had been since you left, lost to him even before you’d actually run off on your… the, nadder.

The floorboards creaked as someone made their way up the stairs to the loft, the front door swinging shut behind him. Hiccup didn’t move, just glancing to the side to see who it was that came to get him this time.

“Astrid,” He sighed. The two of them were distant and had been for a long while, despite the fact that they were supposed to be in a relationship. He’d been off a lot for that whole long while, which she hadn’t much minded as she’d found herself more interested in other things. And… he’d found his heart had a new owner.

“It’s been a month, Hiccup,” She rolled her head back, exhausted, as if reciting a tired script that she’d been reading off for ages, one that no one wanted to listen to anymore, “Everyone is fine. You don’t have to hole up so often. I don’t know why you did it, but no one is mad you left, you know. You couldn’t have known.”

“Yeah…” Hiccup sighed, “Yeah, I know.”

“You need to get out,” She looked around his room, which was very much a mess of parts and papers, and ran her hand down a large map, laid flat over the only remotely clear space he had, his desk, “if you don’t next thing you know, a month’ll be four.”

“Why are you so obsessed with this place? … Does it have anything to do with the time you spent missing?” Astrid questioned. Hiccup propped himself up, turning over alarmed as he heard the sound of skin on paper. It had been freshly inked.

“No,” He’d guessed at where the two of you had ended up. He was sure that he’d be able to find it again, given the chance. He would. After he worked up the courage.

After all, you’d… You didn’t want to be found.

“Hey, wait, that’s-” He scrambled onto his one leg, kicking aside his prosthetic and jamming his toe in the process.

“Ah, ow, ow, don’t touch that, please,” Astrid rolled her eyes and tossed the cylinder to his bed and he picked it up, examining it thoroughly as she sauntered off.

You weren’t sure why, but he kept coming back

“Hi,” He said awkwardly, shifting from foot to peg nervously. This was the first time he’d caught you. The first time he’d spotted you was the last but you’d made off that time before he could see you.

“Why are you here?” You stared at him, blank faced. Why didn’t you leave, curse it.

Your dragon waved its tail playful from the side, waiting for Hiccup to go. The other ones wouldn’t come out while he was here. It felt good in a vindictive sort of way, because dragons had always been this thing, except this time you were the one with the secret dragon knowledge. And the upper hand. Sort of. They didn’t hide from you.

“I like… “ He flushed, “I like hearing you talk?”

“Sure,” You suggested, turning and starting off again, basket under arm and over rock as you began unsteadily making your way back up to home cave. You liked it there because you didn’t have to leave much for anything.

“Wait, wait, wait wait,” Hiccup stuttered. As you had your arms over a particularly steep ledge, your legs waved nonsensically and scrambled against the side as you searched for a foot grip, “Just, uh, let me-”

“Come back tomorrow,” You grunted after you managed to finally get one leg up the side. You’d probably figure out what to say by then.

You felt better here, like maybe you weren’t meant for people. Not for dragons either, not really. The dragons here didn’t need defending or anything, it’s not like there was anyone down here to defend against besides other dragons. The most you’d had to go out for was food, and even that was made or stolen easily enough.

Being here gave you enough time to make you think that maybe you were meant just for yourself.

You sat by the spray by the falls, enjoying the mist as it sprayed onto your face and the echoing sounds of the water hitting gray stone.

“Toothless, come on- Just please, I know you don’t want- but-” Your eyes shot open, the distant voice of Hiccup bounced around the empty cavern, your moment ruined.

You looked around for the pair, trying to figure out which direction you should be running before. Suddenly, it felt like you’d been drenched by a whole lot more than a mist as Toothless landed messily behind you.

“What are you doing here?” You were careful to keep your balance as you shuffled further inland, looking a lot like a drenched cat as you came face-to-face with an also sopping wet Hiccup

You would never be rid of him.

“You said to come back tomorrow?” He asked, twisting his fingers and very purposefully refusing to look you in the eye.

Of course, you hadn’t figured out what to say.

You blew a raspberry as you adjusted the stolen, waterlogged basket which you had, again, under your arm. You needed more than two pairs of clothes.

“...Come back later,” You grumbled, “Later than tomorrow.”

You’d been free for a week. You’d been hoping for maybe two, to be frank.

“Please, I just-” Hiccup huffed, traveling by foot while you rode your dragon. Toothless followed behind, grumbling and gurgling at Hiccup judgmentally. Clearly whatever good will you’d built up with him before you ran left had been more than lost.

“I’m not interested in whatever you’re selling,” You stare straight ahead, over the encroaching cliff, ducking round and under ledges as your dragon trotted onwards.

“I want to get to know you, again.”

Eventually, the cave dragons had warmed up to Hiccup and he was able to work his magic on them. Now they watched through stalagmites and stalactites with impassive eyes as he made chase.

“Uh huh,” You scoffed as you reached the edge of the ledge. You turned around and stuck out your tongue as your dragon took a violent leap into the open air. As the wind whistled around you, you pinwheeled your arms in an effort to try and keep balance.

“Come on, Toothless, bud,” Hiccup complained from way behind. You saw Toothless very decidedly sit down, refusing to move even as Hiccup tried to push him towards the cliff with his whole upper body, “Let’s go.”

“So,” Hiccup started, “You haven’t gone any deeper.”

The both of you stared out into the vast, glowing sea of towers and gigantic glowing mushrooms extending out of their jagged rock faces. In the distance you could spot gigantic crystals, protruding from the ground the same way the sanctuary did.

Seas of dragons crowed and chirped, bright patterns shifting and growing under hard muscle. It was very dizzying, if you were going to be honest.

“No,” You replied, “No, I haven’t. Not this far, but now I… I might.”

You hadn’t traveled too far into the cavern, deciding not to push your luck with the locals. You always figured there was some sort of nest farther in. Turns out there was, and a whole lot more locals than you expected, and a lot more to this small world besides the cold, empty cavern. At least you didn’t have to worry about flooding anymore. Or sea salt in your hair.

You swore to yourself that you were going to move further in, caught off guard and most definitely embarrassed at the fact that so much open space had been hiding right under your nose.

Free for three days.

“There has to be more. There’s no way- It doesn’t make sense how all these different kinds of dragons can live in the same environment. There’s- there’s so much here that-Gods, I have to map it,” Hiccup rambled, smiling gawkily.

He’d been here for a week.

You felt a pressure to supervise him as he ran rampant in your new home, unsure of when he’d become such a cartographer. Your dragons had gone missing a while ago, leaving you two to be babysat by the hands of the general public.

You watched as he painstakingly mapped each pillar, occasionally chiming in with your own advice, looking the same way he did the day he discovered honey when you were kids. It was almost pleasant.

The two of you had fallen off the edge of a pillar after being knocked down during a spat between two touchy Crimson Goregutters, which no Hiccup magic or dragon secret could stop. After an event with a vine, dangling over certain death and panic, you two had managed to swing your way onto a large glowing mushroom.

The downside to that was that now, you were stuck, owed to the fact that apparently, what made some of these mushrooms glow was very viscous and… sticky.

Hiccup’s arms were glued to the space on both sides of your head, and your hands were gripping his arms which were visibly shivering, because you two had been stuck like this for a while. You’d been tugged, prodded at and licked by various different dragons. Nothing helped and you were starting to think that maybe this was how you were going to die.

Well, you knew you weren't going to go to Valhalla. It was kind of really hard to die in battle if you spent most of your time avoiding people. But this just sucked.

“What's up with your pathological need to map everything?” You asked belligerently. To be honest, it didn’t really bother you. Hiccup’s rambling had never bothered you, because you were prone to rambling in the same exact way. Currently though you were hard pressed to find anyone else to hear it.

“I thought your thing was the forge? You spent half of my childhood there.”

“Well, yeah, I…” He rested his forehead against yours, eyes shut as his neck finally gave out, you weren’t too pleased as you felt his sweat drip onto your face, squirming rebelliously.

“Wasn’t sure if you’d want to hear it. I-I could talk about that instead?” No talking at all would be great.

“Yeah,” You gave in, closing your eyes and going limp against the slimy fungi, “That would be better.”

Lips pursed, then grimaced as he’d opened his mouth to speak. Nothing came out, though. He just stared above your head, unmoving. You tried to see what he was looking at, but only got an eyeful of his scruff.

Next thing you know, you’re being smothered by a plushy pink tongue, then just licked and nosed a little bit. The spit of this dragon doing something odd to dissolve the slime trapping the two of you, fizzing as it touched shiny goo. When you finally had the facilities to move, you flipped your head back and your eyes widened slightly.

It looked like the two of you had just found Toothless a girlfriend.

Three months, two days and five visits- no, seven. Nine? Eleven? Seventeen?

“I don’t actually have a problem… with the mapping. Talking about it.”

You two were nestled between a rock and another rock, though this time whether it was a result of purpose or chance remained uncertain. You couldn’t remember. You were after something… There was barely any space between the two of you. You had been talking.

There was barely any green to Hiccup’s eyes, most of his iris consumed by large pupils as he mouthed around works that looked suspiciously like, “Can I…?”

Instead, he leaned forwards and your foreheads touched, the same way they did when you were trapped before. His eyes were clenched shut as he uttered, “I love you.”

You had a hard time believing that.

You turned your head to the side.

“I wonder how Astrid feels about her boyfriend flying off and doing who knows what.”

Some of the wild dragons lay in front of you, licking at the dying fire by your feet. A terror lay in the middle of it. You’d lined it with stones which were now giving off a pleasant warmth.

“I doubt she’d mind. We’re not really… together anymore. I don’t think so. I wouldn’t… I wouldn’t want to be.”

“Right,” You raised an eyebrow at him skeptically.

“Not since a little while after you left, actually.”

You found that hard to believe too, as you shook the burnt slice of fish off your knife onto your burnt slice of bread. You weren’t much better than Valka at cooking, but you were getting better. It was something about that sanctuary, or maybe something about that woman that just made you worse at cooking.

Hiccup wrinkled his nose over on the other side of your log as he shook his head at you.

It was a petty, but bitter sort of revenge.

Your first kiss had been lost to a fair bloke- his words, not yours- in the middle-of-nowhere inn. It had been a long time since you’d been out, but you were sure you’d easily be able to find somewhere similar to lose some other things. Hiccup had your heart but you’d never give him the opportunity to take any of your firsts.

Two months.

You were angry at him for playing with your heart again.

“There was a crisis-Berk…” His voice cracked.

You looked disinterestedly out over uncanny black waters. “Yeah, It’s fine.”

Seven days, seven visits. He might have been camping aboveground.

The two of you were between two large red fungi, settled on a mossy rock overlooking a new, larger, unmapped maze of rock pillars and black water rushing below. Dragons, glowing and colorful, mingled together off in the distance. Toothless was probably one, gone off to frolic with his new lady love.

“You never wanted me. As a friend, as a- …battle buddy, or as anything else. You would never have chosen me for anything. And I just… I didn’t want to be just what you settled for,” You mumbled into your knees, “You spent so long searching for better, and then you found it, and it just really hurt to realize that I wasn’t a part of that.”

You spilt your heart out as you faced the cliffside. Hiccup was facing you. You didn’t care what he heard. None of this was real anyways.

“I’m sorry,” Hiccup repeated, clenching his eyes shut as he buried his nose into your shoulder, barely there though he had to crane his head forwards, due to the uncomfortable angle.

What he had with Astrid these past few years, that was real. That was history. This thing between the two of you was just a mess of pain and turmoil and a little bit of childhood fantasy. An old infatuation rearing its head as you got everything nasty out of your system.

“It hurt to think that-That… the one person- Like everyone else did, you didn’t think I was good enough either.”

“I’m sorry.” You felt his arms come around your sides awkwardly before he squeezed.

“Me too. I…”

He’d remember that he didn’t want-need- you again soon enough.

“I haven’t told anyone. About you, or this place.”

“You haven’t?” You’d actually expected otherwise. It was nice to know you weren’t at risk of getting dropped in on.

Two months, thirty two visits.

You might be coming around to him.

“You’ve already-?” He asked, a little startled. You still felt a little silly about it but after you’d done it, you figured it wasn’t that big of a deal. It wasn’t like you’d planned to marry or anything anyways, so his reaction was kind of funny.

“Yeah, I was pretty mad. So I went out, and… you know. It was a while ago, though.”

He looked a little disheartened at the idea, but he just scoffed, waving his hand off in your direction.

“What? You and Astrid kissed, yeah, but you haven’t done- anything? Not even before you ‘totally broke up,’” You didn’t have to specify what they hadn’t done, the innuendo was already pretty obvious.

“Nah.” Hiccup said, hair wiped out of his face, matched squares of parchment. Map pieces were strewn out in front of him as he made himself busy trying to create a complete chart of the underground, matching up the landscape he saw with the islands above it.

Unfortunately, the caverns seemed to stretch on forever and the islands only covered so much.

Three months, one day, thirty two hours.

You straddled him, crinkling some of the many, many blueprints scattered across the moss surface. You wiggled one out from under him, looking down as he looked up. It felt good, being the one in charge for once.

You leaned down, pressing your noses together. Just before, you’d been going over his things. His blueprints. Swapping ideas. Sharing minds. Like you used to, every single day. Like you’d been doing, almost every single day.

“Do you love me?” You asked.

Every day you’d been together. Your knees touched, shoulders pressed close together.

You had to know. And if he did… He had to mean it.

You played games, shared stories. You’d grappled and curled, not the way vikings could, but the way two hiccups did, a long, long time ago.

If he didn’t, well… You had all the time in the world to leave, to start again. But you didn’t think you could. You could go weeks without seeing him, and then sometimes it would be every other day.

This was it.

“I do love you,” He choked out, wheezing as you adjusted, your weight pressing against his chest. He glanced back at you, crumbling a little bit.

He spent a lot of time here, now. A lot more than before. With the time spent traveling in between, as he said it, it was a wonder he got anything done there at all. Most of his time was spent above mapping the islands or down here with you.

You read what his body language told you; he was insecure.

“... Do you love me?”

“I do.” Hesitantly, you nodded, “I do.” Was that even a question?

You trusted him. You didn’t trust him. You had no way to know if he stabbed you in the back again. Went back to Astrid. You didn’t really have a way to know if that’s what he did, every time he left.

You loved him, didn’t you?

He didn’t know that? Maybe not always and not all at once, since you left. You hadn’t done a very good job of making him know it. You hadn’t a lot of reason to.

Did you love him now?

You marveled at how easy it was to be around him, with him. It wasn’t the same as it was before, but it was still good. It could almost be better. You, against everything, wanted it. You wanted it so bad.

“I’d leave it all behind, for you,” Hiccup said.

You would make him know it.

“You would?” You asked, “Would you?”

You laid your heart bare to him, stitched and spiked. And you, as he said it, implied it, maybe you held his.

“Do you want me to?” He asked. He tugged lightly on one of the draws to your tunic, faking interest in it as he worried the inside of his cheek. You didn’t want his home, or his family.

“I don’t want anything,” You scoffed dismissively. You wanted his honesty. You wanted to know that he was yours. Yours truly. That was it.

Prove it. You urged him on, Prove it to me.

He smiled that goofy, awkward smile, half teeth and all closed at the edges. You could tell he was trying hard not to falter. You hadn’t seen that smile in such a long time.

Know me, You asked.

“So… Do you? Do you love me?” He asked again, offering his hand up to your face. His fingers were scabbed, and dirty and you leaned into his palm, pushing it down as he tangled his fingers clumsily into the roots of your hair. You pressed your lips together, again, again and over again until neither of you could breathe.

Have me, You pleaded.

“I do,” You gasped into his mouth, “I really, really do.” You offered no resistance. Not this time.

Love me.

There was no coming back.

(Deep in your mind, you wondered if maybe, possibly, he already did.)

Twelve months. Twelve months since he’d found you.

Hiccup stood at the edge of Berk, armor packed away in favor of a lighter tunic. He often wondered what it would have been like, if he’d really run away with you like he’d intended.

If things would have ended up the same.

Would he have seen you in time? In time for what he had now? For this?

No. no, probably not.

…

His father would notice. His mother might.

His father was fine. And now he had his mother. They were old, but they were tough. They could have a new kid. Or maybe they’d convince Snotlout or Astrid to take the mantle.

They’d-everyone-would be fine without him.Who was he kidding? He’d spent so long working so hard and they didn’t need him at all. And if he was honest, He didn’t need them.

He didn’t really care. Not anymore. He let go.

Life would go on just fine without him, just as it did before him and just as it would long after his name was lost to time. His distance only proved it. He spent so long away he’d been practically excommunicated again.

After a little bit of irritation, his travels became just another one of his quirks.

‘Oh, look, there’s Hiccup. Oh, well, he’s off again.’ He was barely missed. And rightly so. It was by his own doing, really. That was fine by him. In fact, It worked in his favor.

It was borderline hysterical how, the moment they found more furies, and his new paramour, Toothless went from devil’s advocate to his most eager accomplice.

The Sand Wraiths were especially cool… It cost him a lot less fish to get there now. To you.

Sometimes he had to wonder why he’d been so attached to Berk. Working for things that ultimately, he didn’t care about. Everything that kept him here, he also had with you. When he was here, all he wanted was to go back out.

A pebble-sized ball of guilt coil in his stomach. It used to be worse. But, he’d talked to you about it. The engagement.

The engagement with Astrid. The one that was basically moot at this point, anyways. She might even slap him if he brought it up, to expect anything after he’d left her for so long. Truly, officially. all he’d had to do was end it. He left a letter nearby her family home; they would find it if they bothered to search for him.

A scummy trick, yes. Was he a coward for doing it? Maybe. But he was a smart coward. He wasn’t lying when he’d told you that no one knew.

Hiccup exhaled, bouncing up and down on his heel and peg, as if to psych himself up. To dispel all of his nervous, excited energy.

It was a clear day, no risk of a storm. He strapped his saddle pack to Toothless. It was only slightly larger than usual, so as not to arouse suspicion, of course, but it held all of his essentials. Leatherworking tools, metalworking tools, more tools, his armor, spare armor, spare foot, spare charcoal. The small plush his mother had made for him as a child. His viking helmet, for memory’s sake.

Slung over his shoulder was a smaller pack with just his compass and his coin.

As the two of you grew closer and closer, it only made his decision more and more certain.

He wasn’t meant to be Chief. He wasn’t cut out for this life at all. He didn’t want this life. He wanted you.

As far as anyone else was concerned, you’d long since disappeared and now he had the feeling it was time for him to do the same.

He took a deep breath, one that pushed his lungs to his ribs. Then like his bag, he flung himself over Toothless’ saddle before he took off from Berk for the last time, closing his eyes. He’d left his helmet off this time so he felt the beating wind rip through his hair.

The two of you were there, half hidden from view under a large red plume. It was wasm, and your perspiring skin was trapped under hollow armor, same as his.

You gasped, hot air mingling every time his breath hit your face. The two of you huffed and panted as he pushed you unto the dirt and you pushed back, feeling the moss tickle your face and the backs of your hand.

Not your back, though. Just hands.

Gripped, interlaced fingers pressed firmly down by your head, sweaty palms melded to his. He’d been the one in charge, today.

He was hunched over you, his trousers unbuckled and unlaced as he pressed downwards, forwards, gently and not.

A line of sweat ran down your cheek. Your eyelids fluttered. His breath caught.

Men shouted their battle cries into the dark, never ending sky as Berk was set in flames. A skull, still fresh with blood and exposed brain, broke with a sickening, wet crunch as Stoick ground his head into it, bringing mercy to the poor, damaged creature.

“There is no fury here,” He bellowed as he towered menacingly against the hulking wall of flames by his door. Three Deathgrippers and their tails lay cut, prone and slain around him.

“We’ll see about that,” Grimmel crooned, standing tall with his hands linked behind his back, looking down on him with two more dragons hissing and spitting by his sides.

Sharp talons dug into the wood of the rafters, Cloudjumper’s head turning steering around as he hung by her feet. Valka, masked and fully covered, crouched down from where she was, nestled at the bend of his tail. She pulled her arms back, getting her hook, sharp and serrated, ready for a wicked swing.

Yes, he would see. She’d make sure of it.

#hiccup haddock #hiccup x reader #how to train your dragon #httyd #x reader #fanfiction #httyd imagine #toothless #httyd 3 #the hidden world

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thecosmicmap · 3 months

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In HTTYD2 and THW respectively there’s dragons that are doing things because others are forcing them to. In THW it’s the Deathgrippers and in HTTYD2 it’s the Bewilderbeast.

Both groups are being forced to do these things to our protagonists, Hiccup and Toothless. Yet instead of punishing the humans responsible for this, they punish the dragons.

But let’s take a step back, get some context.

In HTTYD2 we meet two Bewilderbeast; Valka’s and Drago’s. One is kind and free to do whatever he wants, the other has chains, scars and is being abused by Drago.

In HTTYD3 we get another new species; Deathgrippers. They have a venom that kinda does what it wants when the plot demands it but one thing has always been consistent is the fact that Grimmel controls the Deathgrippers with this venom. He even says “They’re dragon killers. Drugged into obedience with their own venom. Not even your precious Alpha could control them.”

So now that we’ve established that, let’s return to the big picture; humans controlling dragons to do bad things, yet humans get no blame for this.

In HTTYD2 and 3, when it’s time to take out the big bad it’s always the abused/mind controlled dragons taking the fall and gravity taking out the villain who orchestrated this mess.

Toothless and the other dragons literally maim the Bewilderbeast (and he wasn’t even fighting back) until he leaves.

Toothless and Hiccup kill the Deathgrippers, two due to inaction (letting them drown while being connected to Grimmel’s quad copter) and four more when Toothless electrocuted them.

You could say they didn’t have the time, but Hiccup and Toothless aren’t our only characters. Let Valka and Eret do it, since they got so little focus in this movie.

Even with the Bewilderbeast, Hiccup or Toothless could’ve snapped Drago’s stick and killed him. Instead of maiming the Bewilderbeast.

Tl;dr: Dean is a terrible storyteller.

#httyd 3 #how to train you dragon: the hidden world #httyd the hidden world #thw salt #Deathgrippers #bewilderbeast #HTTYD2 #what was dean thinking?#dean deblois #toothless #hiccup #night fury

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favoriteanimatedtheatricalfilm · 5 months

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Here are the Contenders and Rules. Dreamworks did not theatrically release any films in 2018.

(Also feel free to add in the tags or notes whether I should still keep running the Dreamworks Tournament separate from the Illumination Tournament in the coming years)

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angelled-art · 4 months

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💙Half-human Light fury redesign concept arts (for HTTYD3's age)💙

I love this girl very much and think that she definitely deserves to get a better design than what I was giving her before.. So here it is!))

Some old designs, btw~

About of how I imagining her💙

According to the personality I gave to Light fury, she's kind and caring person (sometimes even too much)

She has some psychological issues due to the fact that for most of her life she was forced to be living bait for Night furies. Impressions from the terrible murders of her "brother specie" probably made her afraid of ending up under Grimmel's weapon herself, if one day Night fury wasn't caught..

Because of this, she's a pretty good liar, but suffers from paranoia and social anxiety. She subconsciously feels big part of the guilt for the deaths of many Dragons and whole Toothless' specie, and tries to compensate for her past by caring for others, sometimes being quite.. intrusive with this.

However, the death of Grimmel and a new life with her beloved definitely began to improve her mental state, and I'm sure, she became a great wife, mother and queen of the Hidden world))

Regarding her name..

Initially, creating her first half-human version 4 years ago, I named her Victoria, in honor of one my friend who liked her very much :D

But over time, this name began to stand out significantly from others.. So I tried different ways to "distort" it somehow, like: Vicki, Vi’ku, Vikuona, Victorjua, Vikuara..

I still don't know what of that I like better..:,> And guess, I'm get so used to "Victoria" that just can't get far away from it anymore and try something completely new..:,D

#Anthro Dragons by Angie~#httyd #how to train your dragon #rtte #httyd fanart #httyd fandom #light fury #httyd3 #how to train you dragon: the hidden world #howtotrainyourdragon3 #httyd light fury #character design #concept art #antropomorphic #humanisation #httyd au #httyd art

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10blue10 · 1 year

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How Dare You?!

(Toothcup week ‘HTTYD3 AU’)

Toothless could smell something. It was oddly enticing, which was annoying, because he was perfectly comfortable right here with Hiccup. Watching his adorable, beloved, clever human play with bits of prey-skin and a charred stick. Listening to his voice eagerly chattering to about something called ‘the hidden world’, whatever that was. It sounded like a hatchling’s story time.

At last the urge to follow that odd smell became too strong. Toothless still didn’t want to leave Hiccup, so he nudged his human until Hiccup asked “what is it, bud?” He jumped around urgently. “You wanna go flying?” Hiccup got to his feet at last, and Toothless immediately scooped him up. “Whoa! Okay!”

Whatever was making the weird scent, it was coming from the woods of Berk. Toothless landed not far away and made Hiccup dismount, so he could approach with caution. Of course Hiccup tried to follow him. Toothless growled softly until his human got the idea and stayed put. Then he slunk forwards.

When he emerged into the fern-filled clearing, it was to see something very odd. A pure white dragon that looked like him. Well, a Night Fury, anyway. Only something was off - and not just the colour. This dragon was smooth, barely any scales at all, and there was a very strong female scent coming off of them.

He hadn’t smelled a female-scent that strong before, and wrinkled his snout up. The female looked over her shoulder at him and purred. ‘Hello, alpha.’

His eyes narrowed. ‘Who and what are you?’

‘I’m just a lonely, lost drakaina in need of protection,’ she replied, slinking towards him. ‘As for my name, you can call me whatever you like, alpha…’

This close, her scent was overpowering. It made him sneeze. She recoiled. ‘Sorry. Please don’t stand so close… you smell kind of weird. No offence.’

The white dragon pouted at him. ‘Don’t you like it? This is my natural scent.’ She fluttered her wings to waft it at him. ‘It’s stronger than normal because… well, I don’t have to tell a strong male like you what time of year it is, do I?’

‘It’s summer.’

She purred. ‘No, silly. It’s mating season for us Furies. Just so you know, if you’ve been getting any urges, I am available.’ She stretched luxuriously.

‘No thanks. I almost forgot. Welcome to Berk. Help yourself to fish, don’t set stuff on fire, and no matter how annoying some of them are, don’t hurt the’-

‘Human!’ she snarled. It looked like when Hiccup scrunched his pillow up. She reared up and fired a blast over his shoulder at - his human, who hadn’t stayed put after all. Toothless leapt in the way and took the blast on his wing.

‘HOW DARE YOU!’ he roared at her. ‘I just told you not to hurt the humans!’

‘It was sneaking up on us!’ she protested, trying to get past. ‘It’s a threat!’

Toothless growled. ‘No, he isn’t. The humans here don’t hurt dragons. The one you nearly killed is my human. My best and dearest friend. Understand?’

She stared at him in disbelief. ‘Humans are dangerous! Quick, we must go!’ With that, she leapt into the air and flew away. Toothless blinked. Then he turned to check on Hiccup. “Woah. Did you see that? It was like a Bright…”

“A Light Fury!” Astrid exclaimed breathlessly. When did she get there?

“Yeah, yours is better, probably. Whoa, bud. What’s wrong?” Hiccup asked when Toothless nuzzled him. “I’m fine. Thanks for the save. Sorry for scaring off your new friend.” Toothless snorted. He wasn’t friends with that female.

A few days later, Toothless and Hiccup were flying off in search of this so called ‘hidden world’. They were accompanied by Astrid and Stormfly, Valka and Cloudjumper, and the rest of their friends. As they were gliding beneath the clouds, Astrid suddenly exclaimed “up there!” and pointed above them.

Toothless looked sharply, in case it was a threat. At first he didn’t see anything. Then a white silhouette that wasn’t a cloud soared past. That female was back. He caught a whiff of that overly strong scent of hers again and sneezed.

“She’s beautiful,” declared Astrid. Toothless wasn’t so sure. He thought she looked weirdly smooth. Why was she following them? As he watched, she flew through one of her own fireballs and disappeared. Toothless shrugged and kept flying. Then out of nowhere, he felt Hiccup get ripped off his shoulders.

His human yelled, and Toothless roared. He dived and easily swept Hiccup out of the air, then slowed to a hover and looked around for whoever had attacked them. The Light Fury reappeared not far away, looking confused. ‘What are you doing?’ she asked him. ‘I just saved you from that human on your back!’

Toothless snarled at her. ‘I need his help to fly, you idiot! And even if I didn’t, he’s my best friend. You could have killed him!’ She looked scared and fled.

“Man. She really doesn’t like me, does she?” remarked Hiccup.

‘I don’t like her either’ Toothless growled as she turned herself invisible again.

The hidden world turned out to not only be real, but beautiful. Toothless couldn’t wait to explore it further with Hiccup. On the way home they passed over an island and heard frightened roars coming from it. ‘Help me! Help me!’

Toothless recognised the Light Fury’s voice. “Did you hear that?!” asked Hiccup. Yes, he had, and now they were going to have to save her. Great. He flew down, followed by Stormfly. They found the Light Fury lying unconscious in front of some thick ferns and bushes that and no sign of her attacker.

Stormfly’s nostrils flared. ‘I can smell a bad human’ she snarled, and flicked a spine from her tail. It landed in the ferns and they heard a muffled cry of pain. Toothless promptly fired at the same spot despite Hiccup’s protest. When the smoke cleared, they could see a man with a crossbow dead on the ground.

The Light Fury jerked to her feet in alarm. Toothless and Stormfly landed behind her. She stared at the man’s body and exclaimed ‘you killed him!’

‘He was a threat! He was using you as bait to lure dragons in’ he told her.

She rounded on him and snarled. ‘You killed my human!’ Then she flinched, as if realising what she’d just said. Toothless’ eyes widened. ‘No, wait. I mean’-

‘You help him!” Toothless roared. ‘You were trying to help him kill me and Hiccup this whole time! HOW DARE YOU?!” Enraged, he leapt at and grappled with her. She shrieked and struggled, but she was weak compared to him, and he easily pinned her down. Then he began to charge another blast.

“STOP!” yelled Hiccup, running forwards. “Toothless, stop. Just let her go.”

Toothless hesitated. Hiccup would be upset if he killed her, and he didn’t want that. ‘I’ll spare you’ he growled at the Light Fury. ‘But if you try to hurt him again, I will kill you.’ Then he stepped back. She scrambled to her paws and fled once more, hopefully for good this time. Toothless snorted irritably.

“What was all that about?” asked Hiccup, reaching out to him cautiously. Toothless nuzzled his beloved human. In that moment he realised, even if the Light Fury hadn’t secretly been working with their enemy, he still wouldn’t have wanted to be her mate. All he really wanted was to stay and be with Hiccup.

#toothcup #toothcup week 2023 #httyd3 au

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zoomzooml · 8 months

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Dreamworks could have made so much money if it had released a polished, high quality and budget HTTYD game.

The first thing that comes to my mind is Red Dead Redemption(2) (or maybe Horizon Zero Dawn??) but set in the Viking era with dragons. Refined, advanced as much as possible AI of dragons, flying, taming or fighting mechanics. A large map, allowing for exploration. No in-game minitransactions (c'mon this kills almost every game that try (RIP Overwatch, I will remember you better than you were)). I would love if it was survival game.

And there are so many ways to embed the action (especially in singleplayer mode). Personally, I think playing Hiccup's character would be a waste of gameplay (unless it tells a story we don't know. Maybe something happened after HTTYD3 by which the riders had to react and go on more adventures?).

We could play a random villager on Berk, or maybe a resident of another island who, without Hiccup and the Berkian Book of Dragons, has to discover the mysteries of dragons on their own. Maybe one of the Defenders of the Wing. Maybe an inspired dragon hunter in the service of Viggo or Draco, who experiences a sudden change of heart because *the event* and now *the game's plot*. (Here perhaps there would be an opportunity to choose your path? You will side with the dragons and become one of the riders, or maybe you will stay on the side of the hunters and the riders will be your enemies. You propably still could ride dragons because, well, its HTTYD game.)

Or in the present, replacing all that slush called The Nine Realms. You play a scientist (or a scientist's kid) and discover a whole new world and animals that could have been brand new to fans too, if Dreamworks had nailed it (I mean: the dragons from the original trilogy are mostly gone, or at least not as we know it. They have evolved, changed, and now it's your role as a player to rediscover them. And maybe discover the history of the place in the process?)

I don't have many ideas for multiplayer. The only thing I can think of is survival pvp (with clan mechanics?). Maybe there would be some quests in the form of orders from npc dragon lovers or hunters (some kind of honor system could be introduced here too??).

#here I am #imagining game that will never exist #there are httyd games #but you won't convice me they arent low budget cashgrab #i wan't something made with love care hardwork and money lol #shitpost #httyd #httyd2 #httyd3 #how to train your dragon #game #sleep deprived post #may be rambling

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artist-issues · 1 year

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Some head-profile-study things for the characters of my HTTYD3 rewrite, because ya’ll have me on a creative kick, apparently. The idea ran away with me and not one of you have lifted a finger to stop it

Anyway!

Here’s our three main dragon characters (I think there might be one or two others, but only one is another Fury, and he’s more of a presence than an actual character 🤷‍♀️)

You’ve got our beloved Toothless. I purposely kept his head narrow and his eyes catlike here because I would have kept his design largely similar to the first (best) film. By the time of this reimagined movie, I would’ve had Toothless enjoying his life as the Alpha with Hiccup to the fullest. No boredom or “oh no, Berk is overcrowded.” He gets his kicks from pulling new flying stunts and baffling kids who are learning to ride their own dragons—no “duhr hurr guess playing Fetch is my new favorite pastime, -slobber slobber pant pant-”

Because Toothless’ story always mirrors whatever is happening with Hiccup, my HTTYD rewrite would deal with the fact that while Hiccup has found acceptance and hope for a future among his own kind (Vikings) Toothless has not. Sure, he’s leader of the other dragons—but how many times did you see Toothless spending one-on-one time with any dragons, the way Hiccup spends one on one time with Astrid for support and help? I mean, outside of the television shows. So he begins his interest in the Fury Flock because, a-la Call of the Wild, there’s an opportunity for him to be accepted by his own kind even after being raised apart from them.

But I want to be clear—Toothless would not be desperate for their approval. He’d instinctively start to pick up on the Fury Flock’s social hierarchy and, just as instinctively, start to climb that ladder because he’s a highly skilled Night Fury. When Hiccup and his Riders first find the Flock, they realize how incredibly dangerous it is to try their usual methods of taming a whole group of dragons who are Furies, can camouflage, and are loyal to a ridiculously human-hostile leader. So Valka sort of coaches Hiccup on how to shadow Toothless, from a safe, observant distance, while Toothless gets closer and closer to his own kind. Hiccup hopes to get some questions answered this way: like, why are the Furies so covered in scars and signs of human/dragon conflict? And who are the mysterious human scouting ships, newly entering Berk’s territory, that the Furies keep raiding?

(It’s Grimmel and his people, but you guys knew that)

Next up is Old Night Fury! I’ve already said a lot about him. Basically, this Old Night Fury is the only Night Fury who survived this last thirty-year-long migration season from the Hidden World to Grimmel’s land. In fact, apart from Toothless, Old Night Fury might actually be the last of his own kind. Think Kerchak from Tarzan, but more murderous of humans and accepting of Toothless. Old Night Fury shoots human beings first, and usually doesn't bother hiding or running away if directly confronted. He is fiercely protective of the Fury Flock and they obey his every spine-click (that’s how they communicate) command. Old Night Fury is just as willing to accept Toothless into the Flock as he would be any new Fury seeking to join—but he has to prove himself a valuable member of the hunt, first. Old Night Fury is the only Fury alive who knows how to get to the Hidden World, and uses his echolocation to lead the group. Eventually he poses a threat directly to Hiccup, leading Toothless to drop the covert-act and defend his master. The Old Night Fury is ultimately killed by Grimmel, making Toothless the only echolocating dragon alive capable of leading the Fury Flock back to the Hidden World for the next 30 years. And Finally, our Love Interest Fury, Ambush! This is the Light Fury’s redesign. I call her species “‘Sky Furies.” They can blend in with their surroundings for a short period of time (Night Furies cannot, in this rewrite), they live in complex social hierarchy systems led by the bigger, stronger Night Furies, and they breathe smaller, smokier plasma bolts. They communicate by dolphin-esque clicks, swim as fast as Night Furies can fly, and most of their lives revolve around either migrating or participating in high-octane community hunts. For more on Sky Furies you can check out my other posts (because apparently I’m doing a lot of them ^^”) But this particular Sky Fury is named Ambush. She is the best hunter, the quickest flier, and at the very top of the Sky Furies’ social ladder when Toothless meets her. Hiccup names her, quietly to himself, after noticing that she’s gained a deadly reputation among the mysterious (Grimmel’s people) ocean voyagers.

Unlike the canon Light Fury, Ambush has a personality. She definitely still hates humans, but it’s less in a blank, skittish-cat way and more in a ferocious, that’s-my-natural-hated-enemy-and-I’m-going-to-get-first-dibs way. Because Sky Furies decide who gets to eat first by who brought down the prey. And after their war, Sky Furies don’t just view people as prey, they view them as war enemies. Other aspects of her personality: competitive. Ambush has been leading the hunt for basically her whole life. She’s been eating first and enjoying the deference of her Flock-mates, uninterrupted. But when Toothless shows up, and thanks to Hiccup’s secret help, he beats her at just about every feat of speed or strength. At first this makes her mad. Then she’s attracted to him—because another aspect of her personality is insatiable curiosity. It’s what gets her hit by one of Grimmel’s traps. Toothless and Hiccup save her—specifically, Hiccup himself, whom she personally tried to eat three or four times beforehand. From that moment on, Ambush is eager to see more of the funny little human community and is cautiously observant of all things Hiccup, whenever he’s on the scene. Basically, Ambush is Dragon-Astrid—emphasis on “‘Dragon.” Because they should’ve stuck to the whole “everything that happens to Hiccup should be mirrored in Toothless and vice versa.”

Once Ambush has chosen Toothless and learned to not just trust, but actually like Berkian humans, she supports him against the Fury Flock. When Old Night Fury tries to kill Hiccup and winds up getting them both captured by Grimmel—leaving Toothless grounded—it’s Ambush who rallies the other Furies to trust Toothless’ leadership and mount a rescue mission.

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