Eret&Skullcrusher

Presenting... The titles for the first seven opening Chapters for The Things We'd Do For Love!

Chapter 1: A Rescue Mission Gone Wrong

Chapter 2: Bleeding For You

Chapter 3: Bloodied Hands, Bleeding Hearts

Chapter 4: Inside An Endless Sky

Chapter 5: The Wounds You Carry

Chapter 6: Reunion

Chapter 7 (or even later in the story): Learning Your Scars

Describing the events of two days.

(please try to figure out their plot! I'm happy to see your guesses!)

So, I proudly present you...

Eret as a ram! (Sketch)

Watched Wolfwalkers again and can't stop thinking about a crossover between Httyd and Wolfwalkers!

Here's a rough... Outline? Character description?

Wolfwalkers exist in Httyd, but they're treated the way dragons were in the films and series. Btw dragons don't exist in this version. Let's talk about our cast, shall we? Hiccup is a Wolfwalker, like his mother, while Stoick isn't and didn't know Valka was one too. He can't really control when he can turn into a wolf, but he understand them just fine. Berk itself is known for hunting down Wolfwalkers, and no one besides Hiccup and Valka were Wolfwalkers, and no one knew about them. Hiccup was an outcast, just like in the film, and was struggling to find his place, until one day, while in wolf form, he accidentally bit Astrid, who was trying to kill him. Of course Astrid starts dreaming about the forest and her wolf form calling her through her dreams. Eventually, she does understand what's going on and goes to find Hiccup. As a wolf. They have their fun and she slowly realises that is... Freedom. Long story short, the remaining riders, Snotlout, Fishlegs, Ruffnut and Tuffnut, find out about Astrid's and Hiccup's secret, and end up getting bitten either voluntarily or not, too. So now Berk's got six Wolfwalkers in the village and they don't even know it. Until they do. The Outcasts attack, and the gang rushes to protect their island, all as wolves. At first, everyone is shocked, especially Stoick and the kids' families, but they eventually accept it and make peace with wolves in general, now treating them and protecting them. As for the second movie, oh boy! Well, Valka was captured by Drago as a human, but when she escaped she was far too weak to return back home and has spented those twenty years alone, rescuing and protecting wolves. Drago himself isn't a Wolfwalker, although both his parents were, and he can understand wolves just fine and insert his dominance onto them. He wants to kill all wolves, just like he was aiming to do with dragons, and a wolf was responsible for tearing off his arm. Eret... Oh, Eret. He is actually a Wolfwalker, but Drago used something like a "spell" when he captured him, which prevents him from becoming a wolf, but he can understand them too. However, it's been so long since he became a wolf, he's forgotten how it feels like. When Drago attacked Berk, he switched sides and joined Berk, where, after the battle and Hiccup reuniting with his mother, they treated him and lifted his spell, which allowed him to be able to turn into a wolf again. It was wonderful. As for Grimmel, he's a human, who's devoted his entire life in hunting down Wolfwalkers, and he's successful in it too, with only Berk's Wolfwalkers remaining.

So, in the Hidden World, the dragons' scales glow, right? What if their riders armor could shine as well, since it's made from the dragon's scales?

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Everything I Ever Thought I Knew.

The room was dark, let alone for the small, flickering light of the lantern Eret had brought with him.

In his hand, he held something.

A sketchbook, old and torn, held together by its leather wrappings.

It wasn't any sketchbook.

It was his sketchbook, the one he used to have as a trapper, and now, months later, as a rider.

He placed it down, next to the pin.

His mother's pin.

That small thing that had changed his life so much, so quickly, leaving him stranded in a sea of denial and self-doubt.

His hand trembled as he unbinded the sketchbook, his breathing uneven.

And there it was, a sketch, rough and darkened by time.

A hunter fortress, the shadows of men and cages in the distance clear as daylight.

Guilt, cold and sharp, curled around his soul.

Then, he began singing.

Not because he wanted to.

But because his soul felt too heavy, too tired to carry everything the way he always had, burrying it all away in silence.

His voice was barely a whisper when he started, but he didn't care.

"I thought I was an outcast,"

"I thought I stood alone,"

His hand swepted across his old sketches.

Everywhere, he saw the same thing.

Fortresses, hunters, cages, weapons, dragons.

No, not dragons.

Monsters, that's how they looked.

"A rogue, a trapper, a joker,"

"No place to call my own,"

He turned another page.

This one depicted a cage.

And in it, stood a dragon, chained, bleeding, eyes wide with terror.

"I thought no one could love me, and how could I have known I was wrong,"

Skullcrusher's image came to mind, the warmth of his breath, his grounding presence.

"Oh so wrong..."

Τhen...

The drawings changed.

His voice softened.

"And then I thought I found it,"

Berk.

"A dream that I could share,"

His friends.

"I thought I was so lucky, it almost wasn't fair,"

There he was.

Skullcrusher.

"I thought I knew my purpose,"

More drawings.

Dragons flying.

People.

Life, as it was, simple and joyfull.

"I thouht that I knew where I belonged,"

Him laughing, surrounded by people. His family. His dragon.

"But I was wrong..."

He pushed his chair back, stumbling backwards.

"Everything I ever thought I knew,"

He began pacing, back and forth, memories flashing behind his eyes.

"Where I've been,"

His hand closing around chains, a dragon roaring in the distanse.

"Where I'm going,"

His hand, resting atop Skullcrusher's horn now.

"Everything I counted on turned out to be untrue,"

Berk vanished from behind his eyes.

Skullcrusher's rumble faded from memory.

But then...

The pin.

The truth.

The unbearable, suffocating truth that his destiny had already been written out for him.

"Could've guessed,"

"Should've known,"

He turned his gaze elsewhere.

"Now I do..."

He took a deep breath.

"Everything I've yearned for,"

He looked around.

He saw those walls, the walls of his hut, the outline of this life he had built from scraps, the life he loved more than anything.

"Everything I planned,"

"All my sweetest memories were castles made of sand,"

He looked back at Skullcrusher's drawing.

At that imposing, steadying presence that had held him together when everything else couldn't.

"Now that it's all crumbling,"

His eyes began to sting.

"Help me understand,"

He turned away again, his breath trembling, clutching his chest.

"If none of it was really me, then who am I supposed to be?!"

His gaze drifted upwards, towards the unseen sky, memories of him and Skullcrusher playing behind his eyes.

"And,"

He turned another page.

His heart skipped a beat.

For a while, he stared at it.

"Everything I ever thought I knew,"

It was a sketch of him and Skullcrusher, resting, eyes always locked, Eret leaned against his dragon's side, Skullcrusher's tail wrapped around his legs.

"Every hope,"

"Every feeling,"

The warmth.

The safety.

The freedom.

That impossible closeness.

"Love and trust and happiness they're done, they're gone, they're through,"

"And what's left?"

He leaned over the drawing again.

"Me alone,"

"Once again,"

"Should've known,"

"Now I do..."

A tear fell, smearing the charchoal.

He didn't wipe it away.

"I guess my life meant nothing,"

His breath caught in his throat.

"I guess it was a sham,"

More tears followed, streaming down his face.

"I guess I'm someone else now,"

He stared at the pin for a long time.

Then back at the sketch he had made.

"I wonder who I am..."

The last words echoed as he turned and vanished into the dark, leaving his sketchbook open, the pin lying next to it, the life he chose and the one he was supposed to have colliding silently inside him.

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I thought of a new Au where Eret got straight up possessed 😭 Actually, it's a combo of pure possession, split-self manifestation and symbiotic corruption. Just to really kick things off.

"Story Of A Warrior"

I heard of a man A legend of old Who searched for a heart He could hold

All through the land His story was told Passed down through all The lonely souls So if you want to hear Lend your ear and

I'll tell you the story of a warrior Who fought the fight of love With every wound he wore He raised his sword and Marched through tears and blood And though his foes left him broken He arose with a hope inside his heart Right through the scars Now they tell the story of a warrior Who fought the fight Who fought the fight of love

Through fire and rain His heart set ablaze No matter the pain He set his soul on fire Held his head up higher When you hear his name, they'll say

I'll tell you the story of a warrior Who fought the fight of love With every wound he wore He raised his sword and Marched through tears and blood And though his foes left him broken He arose with a hope inside his heart Right through the scars Now they tell the story of a warrior Who fought the fight Who fought the fight of love

Now, I must admit that the story isn't finished, ON PAPER. I have a timeline and I know exactly what happens, when and why, as well and the impact it has on the characters without changing them. As for the progress... Oh boy. I do like writting everything on paper first, and that has kept me back a lot, but not as much as school did. In fact, I've only written only four chapters that all focus on the begging of the story, and I'm still writing the first chapter, "A Rescue Mission Gone Wrong" on Ao3. Another issue are my writing skills, since I'm relatively new to this writing stuff and my language, since English isn't my native language. However, I do hope I'll manage to finish it over the course of this year, although updates will be scarce and will take some months, I believe. But.. I just can't allow myself of not ever finishing this, no matter the number of unfinished projects I have (Fear/Corruption Au, Lycanwing Au, Bleeding Shadows Au, House Of The Dragon Au, and more I can't quite recall right now), since Eret and Skullcrusher always meant more than two simple characters to me. They have so much potencial for a good story, and I'm determined to present that story to you, no matter what.

As an ending note, I'd like to thank each and every one who has supported me here on Tumblr, with the simplest way possible: Viewing my posts, liking, reblogging, following me!