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hoodeenie · 3 months
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savebatsartedition · 28 days
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Happy Birthday Hiccup Horrendous Hadock the Third!
I've never really had a chance to celebrate this little guy's birthday, so I went ALL out! (Are you kidding me? 10 year anniversary year of How to Train Your Dragon 2, year of the dragon, AND a leap year?? There was no way I was missing it.)
So, as a little gift I made two things for him! :D
How to Throw a Birthday Party - A short oneshot set after the ending of the final book in the series. (Under the cut or in the link right there. 2,088 words.)
PISTA TOMA - Httyd books meme - I've been wanting to make one of these memes for a while, and I have had no luck in figuring out characters to make it with, so if the above fluff fic didn't suite you, enjoy a little bit of vague angst. ...in animation meme form. (Youtube video below, but if you want to see the scratch version, possibly to remix, the link to that will be in the description.)
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Notes: If there are any canon inconsistencies, it’s because I haven’t read one of these books in a little under a year lol.
I did try to write it like it was really a How To Train Your Dragon book though. :3 It’s really fun to try to do haha.
Hiccup yawned and stretched in his bed, feeling the Woodensfang and Toothless' warm wings flicker against his side as the little green dragon grumbled something half asleep about the mean master waking him up. Light gently glowed from the doorway into the main room in the hut, and for a moment Hiccup felt quite like going right back to sleep.
He rolled back into his pillow, planting his face right down in the soft fabric and feathers and hissing out another yawn in a failed effort to suppress it. At his side Toothless also hissed, and as Hiccup did his best to get back to sleep (in his tiredness, he was entirely unaware of how much his movements were disturbing Toothless), the little dragon’s bright green eyes snapped open to stare angrily at the back of Hiccup's head.
“ Mean Hiccup! ” Toothless all but yelled, causing Hiccup to jump up in alarm as if he had been shot, “ T-t-Toothless was JUST getting to bed! ”
Hiccup nearly fell backwards out of the bed as Toothless headbutted him in the shoulder, his little gossamer wings flickering in the dark morning air as wisps of smoke rose from his toothless mouth. 
Holding his shoulder, Hiccup regained his balance and began to apologize to Toothless. It seemed that even after achieving relative peace after the Dragon Rebelion, there wasn't much he could do about Toothless' attitude.
Hiccup chuckled and swung his feet over the edge of the bed, fumbling for his helmet (just a regular old Hooligan helmet, that pretentious bloodstained crown would never again touch his fiery hair if he could do anything to help it) before placing the familiar weight on his head.
As Hiccup adjusted the helmet in the reflections on a shield that had apparently been put in his room with him, Toothless flapped up onto his shoulder, seeming to have forgotten all about being tired as the distant scent of breakfast reached his little warty nose.
“ W-w-ill Toothless get some of that fish downstairs? ” Toothless asked, starting directly into Hiccup's eyes even as Hiccup focused on his reflection, “ T-toothless KNOWS there's food downstairs ,” he placed a claw over his heart, “ Toothless can s-s- SMELL it, ”
Hiccup laughed and finished readjusting his helmet. (It was surprisingly difficult to get it to intentionally miss covering his dragon mark.) “ Yes Toothless, ” he said in dragonese, which was the language dragons and hopefully humans spoke to each other in, “ I'm sure you can have the fish, ”
Toothless whooped in joy and jumped into the air, turning a little summersault before landing on Hiccup's helmet. (Which very quickly titled out of the position the boy king had so carefully put it in.) Hiccup sighed and reached up to pet the small dragon. Things had gone back to normal so easily, it was almost as if they had never even changed in the first place.
“ T-toothless is the best lost thing, after all, ” Toothless all but crowed, turning circles on Hiccup's helmet as he headed out of the bedroom and into the main room of the makeshift hut the vikings had set up. (Though he was sure to grab his sword along the way, just in case. Vikings worked fast, as the hut proved, and even if they were in a state of peace, he had no proof they would stay that way for very long, no matter how much he wanted them too.)
“ Yes Toothless, ” Hiccup replied back absentmindedly, skirting around the sleeping forms of his mother and father and past the empty rolls where he knew some other Viking royalty had been put to sleep, “ Yes you were, ”
He hadn't thought about it when he was in his room, but he was pretty sure that Fishlegs and Camicazi had been missing from their own blankets when he had woken up.
Quietly he slid open the front door, careful to shush Toothless until it was closed again in case he started yelling again. (He had seen his mother twist in her sleep when Toothless had last crowed.)
“ Do you think Toothless will get to have c-cod?! ” Toothless asked excitedly, “ T-toothless is in the mood for cod! ”
“ Does it smell like cod? ” Hiccup asked him, reaching up to pick up the little dragon (and also to fix his helmet, again), " If it smells like cod you can probably have cod, ”
"Or tuna," Toothless said thoughtfully, "Toothless ALSO in the mood for tuna..."
It was a shockingly warm day out for the season, but Hiccup still shivered as a chilly ocean breeze flew past him. Toothless didn't seem to mind it so much, but he didn't argue as Hiccup placed him back on the soft fur of the vest over his shoulder.
Hiccup followed the scent as Toothless struggled to place it, though he was also somewhat unsure of what it could be, he was hungry. Maybe it wasn't smart to be walking around camp as a newly crowned King of the Wilderwest all by his lonesome, especially when he was still fairly bruised, but he didn't care. He was hungry, and he was still tired, and maybe he wasn't thinking quite straight.
He turned a corner between the tents, and suddenly the source of the smell was within his reach.
A campfire, with a large pot presumably containing many kinds of fish hung over it, sat at the center of a small clearing in the tents and huts, but that wasn't even why his heart suddenly glowed.
“Fishlegs!” he called, waving to his friend as Toothless crowed and leapt off his shoulder, aiming straight for a pile of delicious fat fish that had not yet been added to the stew, “Camicazi!”
His two friends waved back at him, grinning wide grins, but they weren't the only ones around the campfire.
“We were going to invite your parents,” Camicazi told him, elbowing him in the side good-naturedly, her mood dragon Stormfly winding around her legs like a very long, very purple cat as she wished Hiccup a good morning, “But they were dead asleep and we didn't want to wake them,”
”Hey Hiccup!“ Fishlegs grinned at him, though he looked somewhat ill (which Hiccup guessed probably stemmed from the fact that a very sleepy looking Barbra the Barbarian was sitting and chatting with some of Camicazi's Bog Burglar friends.) ”Good morning for fish, right?“
Hiccup shrugged and smiled. (Though he certainly agreed with Fishlegs, he didn't want to insult the shivering shape of his friend's vegetarian hunting dragon Horrorcow, who had once again found her place as a large lump under Fishlegs’ vest.) ”Good morning to see you guys!“
”Hiccup!“ called a voice that Hiccup recognized as Thuggory the Meathead, ”Are you gonna ask Toothless to wait until everything is done cooking or are we starting right away?!“
Hiccup turned to see the tall Viking Heir struggling with Toothless, who was eating a humongous tuna that Thuggory seemed to have been right about to dump into the stew. 
”Oh Toothless!“ Hiccup called, racing over to his snickering friend and taking him (complete with the fish larger than he was) into his arms, ” Don't you want to wait until all the cooking has been done? “ He said, continuing in Dragonese.
Toothless giggled and continued chowing down. Clearly he preferred the taste of nice raw fish. (Hiccup couldn't say he agreed, but he was glad that Toothless seemed to be subdued for a second or two.)
Hiccup placed the tuna and dragon on the floor together, trying to ignore the loud sounds of chewing that floated up from them as he reached out a hand to shake Thuggory's hand. To his surprise, the Meathead heir laughed and drew him into a hug instead.
Hiccup nearly choked as he was lifted into the air, his feet dangling for a couple of seconds as Thuggory greeted him, before he was set back down. 
”It's great to see you again Hiccup,“ Thuggory explained, ”Especially after all that cool stuff you did back there,“
”Good to see you again too,“ Hiccup laughed, though he didn't really like the constant references to the battles of the Dragon Rebelion, ”Just doing what a friend of dragons has to do,“
”Hiccup!“ called Camicazi, catching up with him. (Though Fishlegs lagged a few steps behind, not so secretly making eyes at Barbra, who was now hissing at her cat Fearless and showing the Bog Burglars how sharp the claws of the little animal were.) ”Hey!“
Hiccup turned to her, though he was momentarily distracted by the sight of several Hooligan boys sitting together on a large rock. He had missed them more than he had expected in the time he'd been gone, it seemed, because even the sight of Dogsbreath (who was laughing with Clueless about something for a change) put a smile on his face.
“Yeah?” he asked, shooting Speedyfist a smile, “What is it?”
“Aren't you going to ask why we're all here now?!” he asked, putting her hands on her hips and glaring at him. Even though she was a head or so shorter than him, Hiccup thought she could look extremely intimidating if she chose to. 
“Um,” Hiccup thought for a second, but, still groggy from sleep, he had nothing. “Breakfast?” He asked, giving her a pained smile as she slapped a hand to her face and sighed. (*”Boys,“*)
”It's for your birthday!“ Fishlegs said, finally stumbling over to the group.
“My what?” Hiccup asked, completely blindsided by that answer. Hadn't his birthday been quite a while back now?
”You only get one once every four years,“ Camicazi pointed out, speaking slowly and patiently as if she really believed he was as stupid as she pretended she thought he was, ”and we felt bad that you missed it, so we wanted to throw a celebration!“
“My- ah!” Hiccup yelped as Toothless' sharp claws dug into his leg, he seemed to have had his fill of the fat tuna, “What- Thank you-“
Thuggory slapped him on the back, laughing again. ”It's what dragon markers do, eh?“
Fishlegs nodded, and even Horrorcow stuck her head out from under his vest for a second to speak. ” I do wish we had considered vegetarians before planning the meal, “ she said politely, ” do you happen to have any carrots? “
Hiccup frowned and stuck his hands into his pocket, he always carried a slice of carrot precisely for this purpose. ” In fact I do Horrorcow! “ He grinned, holding it out to the sad looking hunting dragon, ” enjoy! “
She thanked him and immediately began chomping into the orange vegetable. Hiccup smiled, to his tired mind, the interaction hadn't seemed odd at all, but as Camicazi spluttered into laughter and Fishlegs blinked at him in confusion, Hiccup began to realize that it might have sounded a bit odd to those that didn't understand dragonese.
“I should start teaching you guys dragonese,” he mused, scratching Toothless between his horns as he turned to look at the mess of fish guys he had left on the sandy rocks below them. (And on Hiccup's boots it seemed.)
“You're just not gonna address that?!” Camicazi half shrieked, half laughed, nearly doubled over at the force of her laughter, “You just had a carrot in your pocket? Why?!”
Hiccup brushed a strand or two of hair out of his eye and, in a fake offended voice, told her that he cared about his friends enough to do so if the friend in question called for it.
This caused her to howl with laughter again, and this time Hiccup couldn't help but join in. This all felt strangely comfortable, for some reason. From the small circle of closer friends that were giggling with (and at) him, to the gaggles of Hooligan boys and Bog Burglar girls on opposite sides of the fire, to the random smattering of hunting and riding dragons that had decided to stay with their humans, this felt nice.
“Thank you all,” Hiccup murmured, still scratching a now purring Toothless and Thuggory began to call that the stew was done, “It really means a lot that you would do this for me,”
“ And for m-me! ” Toothless said, yelping happily and jumping into the air as the covering once again came off the large pot, which he seemed to have just realized was the perfect heat for a dragon such as himself, “ T-toothless loves fish baths! ”
And it was all Hiccup could do to warn Thuggory that he was about to half to fish a very happy little dragon out of their food.
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Meathead Huscarl: Berk calls for aid.
Courtroom: *Falls silent*
Thuggory: And the Meatheads will answer! Muster the ships!!
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I'm working on the first chapter of a Thuggory-centric work right now. I'm super excited! Writing it as a birthday fic for myself. I should have it done within the next couple of days.
I know I've been talking about writing fics for Thuggory for the past 2 years without having done anything, but the past 2 years were rather difficult for me and I didn't have the motivation. Now that it's the Year of the Dragon, I have a lot of motivation now!
Thank you for your patience.
— Companion of the Dragonmark
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thewolfwarriors · 28 days
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Whos this? 👀
When the last part is done, Ill be posting Chapter 1!
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bhellion · 2 years
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Look, I'm not saying Hiccup had a crush on Thuggory. I'm just saying Thuggory made Hiccup blush at least once.
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I'm just joking.
Or am I?
On a more serious note, I do get super excited whenever Thuggory's on page.
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blep-23 · 11 months
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I stan Thuggory from the first how to train your dragon book.
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godzilla-reads · 25 days
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🥳 How to Train Your Dragon by Cressida Cowell
Rating: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️/5
“There were dragons when I was a boy.”
To become a full fledged member of the Holligan Viking Clan, Hiccup and nine other young boys must find, catch, and train a dragon by the Thor’s Day Thursday Celebration. Hiccup is son to the Hooligan Chief- Stoic the Vast- but the other kids call him Hiccup the Useless. Will he be able to train his dragon?
I’ll sadly admit that I watched all the movies before I even picked up the book. I religiously followed when each movie came out and loved them, so I was so thrilled to have a good reason to read this book for March. It’s fun, it’s adventurous, it’s got humor, and wit!
I love the dragons and how they speak dragonese, I love how the story differs extremely different from the movie. Both are good in their own rights. My favorite character in this book was Thuggory the Meathead because he believed Hiccup was meant to be a hero.
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poibynt · 5 months
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Thuggory, thinking
This is a short 1.5K Thuggory POV I wrote set between books 9 and 10, hopefully to be part of a larger fic focusing on this time period. So I'm chucking it here since it works as a standalone and not on Ao3. (this is barely spellchecked if you saw something wonky no you didn't)
CW: all the usual late series stuff, though is maybe focused on the Daily Horrors of it all a bit more than the series does.
Thuggory, son of Mogadon and only heir to the Meathead tribe, collapsed onto a chair in his room. He would not have allowed himself to so visibly display his own exhaustion if he weren’t alone, and if the world was not so newly and deeply trying. He’d been out on his feet the whole day, as he had done the entire week, and then the week before and the week before that the past three months. His role as son of the chief had taken a sharp and dramatic change in direction, and he had to admit to himself that it was taxing like it had never been before. 
Thuggory had always been easy going, with nothing much to think about or worry over. Why would he need to? He had floated through life, easily filling every role and expectation. He was strong, charismatic, attentive, respectful of his father and elders, but also able to admit his own failings and others strengths. He knew he was going to be a fine chief one day and he enjoyed dutifully caring for his tribe and helping his father in the meantime. Life had been simple and uncomplicated, full of laughing companions and scored goals and his father’s proud hand on his shoulder. Thuggory had never needed to think about anything. Oh he thought he had, in the Before, he thought he thought about plenty. He’d thought about fishing, and how others fought when he watched them, and what to eat for dinner. He had never had to think. The Thuggory of the After, though, thought. 
He scrubbed at his forearm absentmindedly, feeling the bandages under his fingers. Thuggory of Before had spent most of his time doing things he had thought to be important, but now felt hollow. He now spent most of his days fighting dragons, shoring up defenses, going over strategy with his father, and helping count and identify the dead. Many of the old smiling faces he grew up with or around he’d now seen glassy eyed and horrifically burned or slashed. Gone was almost everything Thuggory thought was a constant in life, the world turned distorted and twisted. 
He started removing his various weapons, piling them on the tiny desk in his room. They’d lost a quarter of the main island by now, but the largest village stood strong. The chieftain's hut was untouched, his childhood bedroom the same it always was. Except that he was older, more soot streaked and worn, and the weapons he carefully checked and tended to had tasted blood. It was…a disconcerting reminder of the simplicity of his old life. The newfound falseness of it. 
Because a world that had seemed so very very simple and uncomplicated had been engulfed by fire and chaos and uncertainty. He put on a good face about it all and rose to the task yet again, as he always had. He succeeded, as he always had. But Thuggory, during his few hours of rest he allowed himself, thought. 
He thought about the people he missed, the dragons he missed. Which got sticky very quickly. Because Thuggory missed dragons. They all missed dragons, he knew. They all felt the loss and horror at the state of the world and the necessity to do what must be done, but something else weighed him down. Guilt. Thuggory had loved Killer, his hunting dragon. He had thought he’d been fair and just in his treatment of Killer, had occasionally snuck him good bits of food off of the table when no one else was looking, given him bits of whatever kill they brought down together. And yet, on that fateful day it all went wrong, Killer had turned on him. They’d fought, and it had been a hard battle. For multiple reasons. 
Thuggory tested the sharpness of his battle axe, then grunted and reached for a whetstone. He thought he’d been fair, attentive, and respected. And yet, years together were thrown aside in a heartbeat. Everyone’s dragons had abandoned them in the end. Those who had beat their dragons into submission and those who gave them good muscles from the table both ended up betrayed and alone. Every single one of them, except for one boy. 
Thuggory had seen Hiccup, on the back of his riding dragon, suspended in a halo of light that dreadful day. Had seen that riding dragon fleeing across the sky, helping his rider as the entire dragon army followed. As far as Thuggory knew, Hiccup was the only person who’s dragon hadn’t rebelled against him. 
The Thuggory of Before didn’t think all that much, but he was still attentive. The Hooligans were their neighbors, and Hiccup was their heir. They were both going to be chiefs one day. With such an impressive first meeting, Thuggory had kept a proverbial ear to the proverbial ground. The trickles of rumour and tall tales had kept him fascinated. His friends had all dismissed Hiccup as some weird skinny nobody, and while Thuggory admitted he was weirdly scrawny and tentative for a Viking, it seemed like twice a year he pulled off something incredible! Things Thuggory could have only done if the sea boiled and the sky turned purple. Again and again Hiccup cheated death, discovered something impossible, fought and survived the scariest creatures and monsters the Barbaric Archipelago had to offer. Any gossip drummed up from these heroic stunts seemed to pass quickly, but Thuggory remembered. 
He’d been swayed a bit from his stance that Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the III was deeply and immeasurably cool when it was revealed that Hiccup had freed the dragon Furious, leader of the rebellion and the possible doom and destruction of the human race condensed into a single flying furnace. But Hiccups winning of the sword fighting competition, the speech he gave on his intention to end slavery and free the dragons, the subsequent revelation that Hiccup had the slave mark, the break out of one of the bloodiest battles in recent Viking history and the fact that Hiccup single handedly saved every Viking’s life that day had only complicated things further. 
Thuggory thought, as he cleaned the blood and guts from his weapons, honed their violent and deadly edges, preparing them for the next day of war. He asked something he rarely had ever asked in the Before times. Why? Why were they fighting this war? Why were dragons and humans dying in incredible numbers? Thuggory had been told all his life that dragons were immoral, cowardly creatures that needed firm hands. They were needed, so the Vikings used them. The Meatheads did not believe in cruelty, did not use chains or whips or cages. It was simply the way of things. Dragons could be immoral and cowardly, just like humans. But Killer was also steadfast, and loyal, and liked to perch on Thuggory’s shoulder and rest his head on the top of Thuggory’s helmet. Almost everyone had cared for their domestic dragons, had tended to them. Then why did they all rebel? 
Surely Killer knew Thuggory wasn’t planning on following the King's orders. Surely Killer knew that though Thuggory was aggressive and violent and a true Viking, that he wasn’t unfair or unhonourable. Surely Killer knew that Thuggory had felt something stirring in his heart hearing Hiccup’s speech, like something settling in correctly. Something that twinged every time Thuggory, a freshly minted warrior of the Wilderwest, raised his sword or his axe or his north bow or the new terrible weapons of war to fell a dragon. 
He wished, suddenly, that he could talk to Hiccup. Thuggory had dejectedly thought him dead for a month until reports and rumors started breaking of a rogue vigilante destroying dragon traps. Even the stupider Meatheads had a couple good guesses on the traitor's identity. Wishing for something like this felt wrong, for indeed it was against what Mogodon stood for these days. His father had fallen neatly behind the new king, and Thuggory wished things were simple enough that he could go along with his father just as neatly. But they weren’t. Instead, horrible thoughts tangled in his head, leading to no clear answer. The witch and the king, in whatever sparse correspondence reached the Meathead isles these days without carrier dragons, always spoke of the perfect world of the Before. But Thuggory, treasonously and dangerously, couldn’t help but wonder how was it perfect if it led to this? 
He pinched the bridge of his nose, setting aside the last dagger. He would try to clear his mind, and then join his father to discuss their options tomorrow. The dragons were concentrating on the Isle of Berk—Thuggory almost hoped a dragon would eat Chief Snotlout already—for some reason which meant the Meathead Islands were facing down the dragon fire as well. Their villages and fortifications were built to withstand human attack, not sustained dragon rebellion and they were struggling. It was time to start discussing options in the morning. But that was the morning, he had a couple more hours before he banished all his doubts away and became the good loyal son he had always been, and now wasn’t so sure he was anymore. He heaved himself off of his chair, fingers skimming over a burnt corner of the wood, one of the only mementos Killer had left him, paired with the scar across his ribs.
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anhttydbookfan · 9 months
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So my own HTTYD books-movie crossover has still been living in my head rent-free so have a little snippet between movie Hiccup and Thuggory the Meathead
Thuggory closed the door and stared at Hiccup, considering. “You took his place.”
Hiccup's face gave nothing away. “You let me.”
Thuggory conceded the point with a slight hum, and sat across the table from him. “What's your real name?”
“Hiccup Haddock. And I guess I'm technically the third but that's mostly for official son-of-the-chief stuff like official decrees and things that require the great hurdle of knowing how to read to understand, so I don't think a lot of people noticed.”
“Are you sure?” Thuggory asked, “It's dangerous to be a Hiccup these days.”
“I think the chains around my wrists have made that point pretty obvious."
The Hope and Heir to the Meathead tribe laughed.
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wickedcriminal · 2 years
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There's this headcanon that book Hiccup has a tiny crush on Thuggory the Meathead and I think that's adorable
Also I think the chieftains and their heirs probably put on some nice dressy clothes for the Thing so I used that as an excuse to put them in nice clothes 😌
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jusiri · 9 months
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Character Opinion Bingo! Thuggory the Meathead and Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Third
Probably should've done this on my httyd account but ehhh
Thuggory:
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My boy!
He shouldve shown up more, cressida, how could you?
Forever stand by the idea that stormfly shouldve been introduced in book 4 or 5 and had thuggory help out in book 6
Its the Meathead public library, Thuggory is the Meathead heir, he couldve been there, give my boy some screentime cressida, he deserves it!
Hiccup:
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Baby boy, sweetheart, angel, beloved little guy
Would read a thousand more books about him, i dont care how mundane the plot, just gimme more of my good lil dude
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Thuggory, about Hiccup: When first I saw him, I debated whether he was a human, a sorry piece of soggy driftwood, or a scraggly husk of wind-dried haddock.
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I'm re-reading the HTTYD series again, and, as expected, I'm in love with Thuggory as a character again as well. 😍😭
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thewolfwarriors · 1 year
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I'm doing a lil mini project where I redraw illustrations from the book in my style. I try to stick as close to the original as possible! I also use them as references for myself. Who should I do next?
Thuggory the Meathead
Thuggory only has two drawings so I did an extra headshot for fun. I really just wanted to get his face right in this one.
About Thuggory:
Daddy's Boy
🌈Gay -(In my world, he has a boyfriend named Keensharp💕)
Listens to Butt Rock/Divorced Dad Rock - (He's just always had that music vibe to me. When I was 11 my theme song for him was Paralyzer by Finger Eleven, but that definitely did not age well. Also, no, Idk why that was his theme song. I was 11. *Thuggory turns into toilet*)
Tough and firm but really patient and forgiving
Great with kids and the elderly
Annoyingly perfect hero and guy
In a modern sense, I imagine him as a soft country boy that wears plaid/camo, levis, cowboy boots, classic redneck stuff but drives a Ford F-150 with an "Y'all means All" sticker on the bumper (Standby for the Redneck!HTTYD AU where I make everyone from the Florida Panhandle [where I'm from].)
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oseytorvan · 1 year
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You Hoffersons are so emotional
Description: Hiccup comes to visit Astrid's parents and... It doesn't end well... 
Warning: mention of Stoick's death
Another one-shot about Hiccstrid! The actions take place after the second part of httyd.
P.S. The name of Astrid's father is a tribute to the character of the books - Thuggory from the tribe of Meathead. In my opinion, he would be a great father for Astrid.
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It was expected to the point of banality, if you think about it.
Hiccup realized this even when Astrid flew into the Great Hall with the joyful news. The Hoffersons' cabin was finally restored, and in honor of this, Astrid's family invited him to the celebration. As an honored guest.
Hiccup couldn't help but smile, remembering Astrid's agitatedly burning eyes and her restless gestures. Unlike him, she had no idea about anything.
Of course, his fears were confirmed. It hung in the stuffy air, saturated with the smell of mutton and mead. Hiccup felt it when he was talking to Thuggory Hofferson about fish supplies for the Meathead tribe. Hiccup could see it in the feverish gleam in Bertha's eyes when she joked that Astrid will kick Hiccup's ass at the next Race.
The Hoffersons' daughter was laughing gushing, throwing her head back and clutching her stomach. There was a blush on her cheeks. Either from the stuffiness, which made Hiccup's head spin, or from happiness. Her parents and the groom communicate in such a native way, as if they have always been one family… Of course she was happy. That's what he was still sitting at the table for.
“How did he die?”
Hiccup remembered the Thuggory's hard look. He remembered the desperate crackling when the fire in the fireplace devoured the wood. He remembered how they turned into smoldering coals, but no one moved to add firewood.
“I didn't believe it at first… When Drago flew in on your dragon and said Stoick was dead… I didn't believe it at first…”
Hiccup remembered how Bertha's lips were trembling, how her throat was swaying, trying to swallow a heavy lump. Hiccup remembered Astrid grabbing his arm under the table and squeezing him tightly. As if he was about to fall through the floor.
Hiccup remembered how confused everything was in his head. How the stuffiness of the hut was replaced by a scorching wind, from which even the helmet did not save .... How persistent questions turned into sorrowful howls. Hiccup couldn't tell if they belonged to Vikings or dragons. Or him…
Hiccup remembered looking into Bertha's eyes. Her pupils pulsed, then spreading out, then narrowing into vertical slits on the rapidly turning green iris.…
“ENOUGH!” the tension burst deafeningly when Astrid's axe crashed into the table top.
Hiccup involuntarily shuddered and looked at the girl. She looked truly terrifying: a ferocious look burns through her parents from under her bangs, her back is hunched, her muscles are tense, as if put on alert.
“Shut up. The both of you,” Astrid's sharp growl cut through the silence.
The Thuggory's usually impassive face clouded over.
“Astrid...” he began threateningly, but then the table shook again from the impact. This time, Bertha's axe hit him.
“DON'T YOU DARE!” rapidly turning purple, she thundered. “No creature of the sublunary world DARES to keeping Bertha Hofferson quiet in her house! Shameless! You're shaming our clan in front of the Chief!!!”
Hiccup's stomach twisted uncomfortably at the word "chief", and he finally came out of his stupor. Astrid's cheeks were covered with angry spots, which was definitely not a good sign. Feeling that this would not end well, Hiccup reached out to the girl to calm her down, but Thuggory managed to get to her first
“Come to your senses, Astrid, you're talking to your mother…”
“Have I disgraced our clan?!” choked with indignation that. Her father's grip on her shoulder felt like stone, but the girl easily twisted out of it. “It's the duty of the Hoffersons to respect the Chief you've always said that! Hiccup is our Chief and it's you who are disgracing our clan by giving him an idiotic interrogation!”
“Astrid,” the Thuggory interrupted harshly. It seemed that a little more, and he, too, would lose patience. “We were loyal to Stoick as a chief. We fought together with him shoulder to shoulder against the dragon scourge. We have a right to know how he died!”
Three pairs of equally blue eyes turned to Hiccup as he slowly rose from his seat. In the midst of the bickering, the Hoffersons seemed to have forgotten about his existence. Silence spread like a spider's web across the hut, causing alarm.
“Your chief is dead,” Hiccup said softly but clearly. His jaw seemed to have turned to stone, the creases between his knitted eyebrows added menace to an already stern look. "He died at the hands of Drago Bludvist, a madman obsessed with the idea of ruling over all the dragons, over all the people of the sublunary world. Your leader died defending what was dear to him. He died fighting for you, for Berk, for the world we built together. And... I hope he's feasting in Valhalla right now. Together with other great warriors,” Hiccup looked at Astrid, who was speechless, and nodded slightly, remembering the Fearless Finn. Her gaze cleared. “I have to go.”
The door creaked indignantly as Hiccup pushed it open with his palm and walked out into the night. No one stopped him.
***
“You missed the most interesting thing: a minute ago I was without a shirt.”
Astrid snuck into his room again. Hiccup knew this long before her forehead was buried between his shoulder blades. The creaking of hinges from the ceiling, the shaking of the bed from landing and the patter of fur boots always gave her away.
“Well, I can easily...” Astrid muttered, crawling under his shirt, and giggled when Hiccup caught her playful hands. “You smell like honey.”
“You usually sleep at this time,” Hiccup said quietly. Her nose slid along the base of his neck, brushing against long-healed scars. He couldn't deny that it was relaxing. “Is something wrong?”
A disappointed sigh escaped his lips as Astrid pulled away. The skin tingled pleasantly where her touch had been recently.
“I don't want to go home,” she admitted reluctantly and plopped down on the edge of Hiccup's bed. Thoughtfully feeling the sheep's wool blanket — Bertha's engagement gift — Astrid busily threw off her felt boots. “I'm staying at your place.”
“Oh, really?” Hiccup turned around, raising his eyebrows impetuously. The candle stub cast soft reflections on his skin, added reddish brown hair...  Astrid involuntarily admired. “Aren't you afraid that Mom will come in and see us?”
“Valka?” Astrid chuckled. “She won't mind if I brighten up your leisure a little.”
“I don't think your parents would approve of that,” Hiccup said casually, sitting down heavily next to her.
Astrid gave him a gloomy look and, pursing her lips, began to smooth out the folds on the plaid. Hiccup closed his eyes and ran his fingers through his hair, combing it back.
“I'm sorry. For what happened. I've ruined everything.”
“You don't have to apologize,” Astrid snorted. “Tactless idiots… They shouldn't have asked you about it!”
“Well... Stoick was their chief. They just wanted to know the truth,” said Hiccup absently, feeling the tears begin to boil under the eyelids
He slowly opened his eyes and looked at Astrid when her hand squeezed his palm again. A faint smile appeared on Hiccup's face, but his eyes, as always, were filled with tense bitterness. Astrid's nose tingled at the thought that she would never be able to erase this veil from his eyes.
Astrid jerked forward, and Hiccup almost fell on his elbows, holding her by the back of the head. Astrid kissed greedily and clumsily, as always happened when emotions overwhelmed her. Hiccup plunged deeper into the pool of her lips until Astrid put her hands on his shoulders and, pulling away, looked into his eyes.
They were silent, waiting for the blood to stop roaring in their ears, and their hearts to beat at the usual rhythm. Hiccup gently ran his fingers over her cheekbones, removing her bangs. Astrid's cheeks resembled butter buns: soft and excitedly rosy.
“What you said in our hut… You were like…”
“Like dad?”
Astrid shook her head. “You did what Hiccup did. I'm proud of you. And... he would be proud.”
Tears came to his eyes inopportunely, and Hiccup raised them to the ceiling with mock displeasure.
“You Hoffersons are so emotional!” He grumbled, but smiled cheerfully when Astrid laughed. “Come to me, you”
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