#httyd fluff

Just an idea maybe an enemies to lovers trope w him and they got together bc he got jealous over smth?

thank you for the request. i hope this is sort of what you were looking for 🤭

“SOMETHING UNSPOKEN”

Pairing: Snotlout Jorgenson x reader

Trope: slight enemies to lovers (they just don’t know how to communicate)

Warnings/ heads-up: use of “Y/N” literally twice (i’ve heard some ppl don’t like to read fics that use “Y/N” so here’s your heads-up). Other than that, none!

AN: this is literally my first fanfic ever, please be kind. i’m so nervous to post this. anyways i hope you love it! as always, reblogs are greatly appreciated

𝐀𝐧 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝟐

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Genre: smut

Warnings: smut, some unhealthy behaviors.

Characters: Slight yandere! Hiccup Haddock x femreader

Notes: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

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After another long flight in search of a new island, Hiccup hops off Toothless the moment they land. You slide down after him, stretching your legs from the ride, barely getting a few steps in before a hand suddenly wraps around your wrist.

Pt.2

Pt.1 <- lore Pt.3 <- pure NSFW

You’d landed on this small uninhabited island with the other dragon riders. It was only day three of traveling and you could already feel the sharp air creeping in on you. Where you lived with your father was relatively warmer, and from what you’d heard Fishlegs rambling on about Berk was a rather harshly cold place. Not entirely though, just right of course.

Your hair was still damp due to bathing in the large hot spring you all wondered upon. And it was the best thing you’d ever experienced. Obviously you had baths in your father’s castle but you weren’t allotted much time for personal pampering. It was always work.

Ruffnut sat behind you, leaning against her dragon as she braided your hair intricately, adding little beads here and there. She was talking your ear off while you cut up special little herbs and vegetables that only grew in your part of the archipelago. A fire boiling a large pot brimming with salivating vegetable stock and cooked meat.

Everyone was eyeing it with curious gazes and rumbling stomachs. They’d all been eating their rations of dense bread and uncut vegetables they’d packed for the long journey, so a hot meal was something they didn’t know they needed until it was taunting their noses.

“So uhm. *Name*, what a-what flavors do you usually get out of the spices from your island?” Fishlegs said abruptly, breaking everyone’s empty conversations and putting the focus on you. “I mean of course Berk has simple spices like thyme and wood avens root but I mean what do you get out of these spices that you can’t get from the basics?” He asked curiously.

You we’re ready to answer, being a very well versed botanist and herbalist due to having to cook and make medicine for your father (he truly believed anyone else would poison him or try and kill him). But you were interrupted by the sudden figure blocking your vision, or father figures. Tuffnut and Belch were leaning over you and Ruffnut to look at you upside down. “What he means to say is, when will the food be ready.” He quipped before Belch maneuvered them upright again and back to their original position.

“What-No! That’s not what I was saying at all!?” Fishlegs tried desperately to defend himself but was betrayed by the growl of his stomach.

You laughed, a real laugh, and stood up after feeling Ruffnut tie of the end of the braid she’s been working on. “Well technically the soup can be done now,” you say as you scrape the chopped herbs and vegetables in the cauldron. “But the flavor of the add-ins just might not be as prominent-” you weren’t allowed to finish as the fire pit was instantly crowded by the hungry group.

You just stepped back and watched everyone get their share, smiling when even Astrid seemed to abandon her timid demeanor and eat to her heart’s content. You walked over and leaned against your own dragon, sliding down slowly agains him before plopping on the ground. It felt so nice. It was as if you felt finally able to release all the love you’d pushed deep down when you were locked away in that damed castle.

You were snapped out of your heart eyed trance trained on your new group of friends by a heavy thud right next to you. Snotlout. You’d felt his gaze on you since he entered your father’s castle. He really was quite handsome, but his ego dulled his attractiveness just a little. But his blind kindness made up for that.

He’d gotten you a bowl of soup and gently placed in your lap, situating himself and his own bowl before breaking the silence. “Just an fyi, I love a woman who cooks,” he said with a smirk that you knew in your mind he thought made him look irresistible. Which made you burst out laughing. Open mouth cackling as you friend not to spill your food on you. “Oh wow you’re funny,” you say with an exhale as you wipe a tear from your eye. “Heh, yeah, I get that a lot,” he said with confidence, not even acknowledging your laughing fit directed at him.

You both sat like that for about an hour, everyone settling in and just relaxing. Something you’d all not have been able to do since you left your homeland. You’d actually had some pretty nice conversations with Snotlout, and you’d learned he’d thought pretty highly of himself. But that’s okay, he was able to back it up about 25% of the time, which was good enough.

You’d stood up with a groan, walking around the campsite and picking up everyone’s dishes and going to rinse them off in the hot spring so you can put them back in your large traveling trunk. And of course Snotlout insisted on helping(following) you. Trying to continue your previous conversation.

“So you said something about fighting right? You must be highly trained, right? I mean come on, we all know who your dad was, what all do you know how to do?” He asked you as you were drying off a clean bowl with the edge of your clothes. “It would probably be easier if I showed you,” you said mindlessly. Implying that you could teach him what you’d learned.

But oh boy that’s not how he took it.

You had stood up, patting yourself off after kneeling on the ground. “Pfff, that a challenge lady?” He said with a smile as he raised his brow. You really had meant to correct yourself, tell him that’s not what you meant and offer an apology. But all it took was a glance to see that that’s what he wanted, that’s what he expected, so why not give it to him.

Snotlout doesn’t remember much, just a blur of sky and ground and the unpleasant feeling of water up his nose. Hot water. You’d thrown him into the spring once he’d thrown and good punch or two your way. And in any other circumstance, he’d be utterly embarrassed, angry and upset at the humiliating sound of his friend’s laughter at him. But no, all he could focus on was you, you and your strength. It was as if your figure was surrounded with a pink hue and floating hearts. He was in sooooo much trouble now.

•.° •.° •.° •.°•

The next morning everyone took off at dawn when the sun had just barely began to peek over the horizon. If you all moved efficiently, you’d be in Berk by early sunset. And you were.

And Berk was even better than you could’ve hoped for. Dragons galore, ones you’d never even seen before. Tiny little cute ones and round fat ones that served no other purpose than just being house pets or little assistants. You saw foreign merchants selling exotic clothing and jewelry on their traveling caravan dragons and little shops for anything you could possibly need. The stone path worn by heavy foot traffic of people who were free to do as they pleased when they pleased. It was so foreign, yet so beautiful.

You were introduced to Gobber, the one who’d end up teaching you how to do the basic things for yourself rather than for others. You were never taught to mend leather, your father had subordinates for that, but now you could choose to learn how to mend leather, and make swords, and clothing, and jewelry. It was all so much fun.

“Well, you’re a beautiful lass ain’t ya?!” You heard Gobber shout as you had approached him with Hiccup. “Why thank you,” you said sweetly as you looked down at the shorter man. “When Hiccup told me he was going to visit Dragos’ daughter I’d called him a fool, but seems to me it was all worth it!” He said with gleaming fervor as you two began to talk as if you were old friends meeting up again.

Then there was Gothi. You’d met her a few days after being in Berk, and it only took so long because Hiccup and Fishlegs had an ‘a-hah!’ Moment in the dragon riders quarters once you began to spew out medical information like it was a typical hymn.

Her cottage was quaint and tiny and full of even tinier dragons. Hiccup and Fishlegs did you the honor of carrying your books to her house for you. They’d both been bragging and chatting about how excited she’d be to learn about all the things you’d written about and all the foreign plants you’d done medicinal research on. Oh boy and she definitely was.

At first she was confused, why were the dragon riders and this strange women dropping book after book into her house? “Hey Gothi! This is our new dragon rider!” Exclaimed Hiccup as he set down the stack of heavy books on the floor. “Hi there! I heard you’re the villages doctor and herbalist! I wanted to get to know you more and introduce you to all my research!” You said happily. Ogling at her abundant spice racks and her twine lined ceiling that held bundles or rare exotic herbs. She looked at you skeptically before glancing at the pile of books. She began to read the books titles, and gradually began to flip through a couple pages, and it wasn’t long before she had thanked you profusely before ushering you all out so she could read in peace.

•.° •.° •.° •.°•

And last but certainly not least. You’d met Spitelout. It was in the Mead hall. It was your first real time you’d been in there since you’d arrived on Berk. You’d just gotten somewhat settled in at your makeshift room at the headquarters with the help of Snotlout, so you treated yourself to an outing.

You don’t know how you spotted him, but you did. Snotlout, among the loud crowd and bustling tables, was sitting next to an older man that he was the spitting image of, except he’d looked a bit bummed out, bored even.

So you took it upon yourself to go sit with them. You’d squirmed your way between Snotlout and the guy sitting close to him, your shoulders shoved together as you watched Snotlouts face contort in all different kinds of emotions. Happiness first, then blush, most likely due to the close proximity, then, once it all set in, anxiety.

The table vibrated as an empty stein of beer slammed against the table, Spitelouts. He was drunk out of his mind, his cheeks rosy and his speech slurred. “My, look what my sons dragged in,” he said cheerfully as he waved his empty mug around and announced to all of his drinking buddies. “Quite the beautiful doll you are, pretty ladies can’t help but be attracted to my bloodline, that’s a fact,” he said as he and his friends erupted in laughter as Snotlout seemed to shy away from everything, he couldn’t even seem to look you in the eyes.

“Don’t you think that’s a bit brash to say to a lady you’ve just met? You haven’t even bought me a pour yet!” You say in a teasing way, trying to get a joke off but it didn’t really stick…Tough crowd…

Spitelout broke the silence with a hearty laugh, followed by his friend’s laughter. Apparently the joke did land. “Bartender, fetch the lass a mead on my tab won’t you!” And that’s how you ended up in a vicious drinking battle with one of your best friends’ father.

Somewhere along the way you’d somehow gotten Snotlouts helmet placed on your head, and your shoes had disappeared as well. You’d never even drank before, why were you even doing this? It was somewhat fair because Spitelout was already shitfaced when you’d had your first drink, but now? Oh boy everyone was out of it. You had just slammed down your sixth stein of beer, the one you’d managed to finish before Spitelout. Snotlouts arm was around you as he laughed uncontrollably and kissed your cheek in a drunken celebration. You wiped the bitter foam from your mouth as you obnoxiously pointed your finger in Spitelouts face and began to egg him on.

“You’re really gonna let a young lass beat you in a drink off?” You said lightheartedly, or so you thought. Maybe it was just the Jorgensen boys, or maybe you just had a bad way with words, but they always seemed to take your jokes a little bit too seriously.

“Like hell I would! I’d never let a woman beat me!” Spitelout said almost angrily, making the hand gesture for another round of mead. People continued laughing and held up conversations around you, but you were locked in a staring contest with Spitelout. “What’s so wrong with getting beat by a woman?” You ask a bit skeptically. “Are you serious, that’s embarrassing!” He yelled out “don’t get on your high horse woman because you’re out drinking a shitfaced Viking, a weak lady like you could never beat me, not even in a drinking contest!” He exclaimed. And it was as if everyone around you had felt the atmosphere change.the air charged with something unreadable. It was quiet.

Maybe it was the mead talking. Thinking back, it was absolutely the mead talking. You were over come by a sense of urgency, urgency to shut this man up. So without warning you lunged across the table, landing a blow on Spitelouts face, a good one, a really good one, followed by a few more.

The next morning was a blur, and so was the rest of the fight. You just remember waking up in the same bed as Snotlout. His arms clung to you as if you’d float away and his face was buried in your bare chest. Your hair messy and your knuckles aching. You and Snotlout woke up around the same time, only to both be startled by the figure of his father standing in his doorway with a brace made from a special technique you’d recognized from your books you’d lent to Gothi. You yanked the sheets up, covering your naked body. Spitelout looked like shit. He had a large black eye and a big cut on the bottom left corner of his jaw.

You’d hissed and expected the worst as you watched him approach you in Snotlouts bed swiftly. But before you or Snotlout could even get a plea out, you were enveloped in…a hug?

“Welcome to the family!” Spitelout shouted with a hoarse voice filled with something that could only be interpreted as love.

“Man the Jorgensen’s have always loved em feisty but you’re something else lass!” Spitelout shouted as Snotlout buried his face in his hands to hide his embarrassment. “Oh boy when you meet my wife you’ll know what I’m talking about, that being said when do ya think you’d want to move your stuff in?” Spitelout said abruptly.

“Wha-What?” You said confusingly. “Well no daughter of mine is sleeping a building away from dragon stables, that’s no living space fit for a Jorgensen!” He said happily as he patted your shoulder encouragingly.

“Wait dad-no, that not what-” Snotlout tried to interject but it was pointless. His dad had already made up his mind. “Oh no no don’t worry about moving your belongings in I’ve already hired a crew!” Spitelout said without much thought.

You and Snotlout were a bit speechless. The silence filled the room, not awkward, just, confused?

“Did…Did we sleep with each other?” Snotlout says, and you can almost feel the heat radiating from his red face. “Well I don’t think we got drunk and stripped just to cuddle.” You say without thought. Letting the sheets drop as you yawn out, not really giving anything much thought. Only to be interrupted by the harsh clash of Snotlouts lips on yours, again apparently. Needless to say it was a loooong morning.

All in one night, you’d beaten Snotlouts father up, slept with Snotlout, been accepted into the Jorgensen family, and you were now scheduled to move in with Snotlout most likely by the end of the day? What had you gotten yourself into?

•.° •.° •.° •.°•

Not a lot actually. Well, in retrospect, not a lot. You’d do your work as a dragon trainer and fly home with Snotlout, only to go and help his wonderful mother cook dinner for everyone. And Spitelout was right, you and his wife were so much alike, in the sense where you were both as brave and beautiful as they came.

Life only seemed to get better from there. You go to experience what it was like to be a girlfriend, a wife, a child to parents who adored you, and friends of people who loved you.

It makes you tear up every time you talk about how much you appreciate it all to Snotlout, his friends and his help and his support, all while he cradles you in your shared bed in the dim candle light.

Y/N kisses her cheek…

Y/N: happy winter solstice my love

Hicca: (giggles) same to you. Where are Toothless and Snowstorm?

They hear dragon purrs coming from Hicca’s hut…

The two venture in to find said dragons attending to little dragon eggs…

Hicca: and when were you two gonna tell us?!

Toothless shrugs shyly as Snowstorm purrs happily…

Hicca and Y/N share a hug and kiss, happy for their dragons…

(No spicy syuff since I am a minor😓😓)

HELLOOO!! Sorry for such a late reply, I haven’t been involved with HTTYD as much as I used too. And I kind of forgot about this blog..Hrrrm hrrrmmm…

I like to think Grimmel lovesss to test dragos patience, he definitely taunts and teases him until he gets mad enough and grimmels like “hey hey hey wait…you did it tho..you did it tho..” ragebaiting the easily ragebaited..I laaauvv it.

Drago may be hard and cold on the outside, but he is definitely a huggge teddy bear In private. Especially after a long day. He finds Grimmel and slumps over him like a dog and he’s literally like “ouhghhh husbanr…”

Drago is very warm and Grimmel is very cold. Since he is a old man with brittle bones (/j) in the colder months he uses him as his personal heater lol. I imagine grimmel is laying on top of drago and he’s like “are you enjoying yourself” “yes ^_^”

I feel like while they enjoy physical contact, they don’t do it alot. The both of them I feel would give their affection quietly and in small ways. Either it’d be a gift or a simple act of quiet company. Drago isn’t used to being in a relationship and Grimmel never really cared for them until drago came into his life. They are both very new to this but they are absolutely pathetic for eachother.

Grimmel likes to do dragos hair, surprisingly he’s good at it despite the fact grimmel barely has none (j) and he always makes his hair look bootiffuull.

A Dance And A Dream - Chapter 2 - PhoenixBright - How to Train Your Dragon (Animated Movies) [Archive of Our Own]

PAIRING: Hiccup 'Horrendous' Haddock the third x reader

WARNINGS: bad grammar

CONTAINS: fluff

SONG: Always Been You - Shawn Mendes

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A = Attractive. What they find attractive on their s/o?

You eyes. Hiccup finds attractive. Don't get me wrong, Hiccup finds your whole body and face attractive, but your eyes are his favourite. You can communicate with each other through the eyes. He loves when you do something you love, then he can see little stars in your eyes and that's just so incredible for him. It's incomprehensible for him how you can make him happy with just one look.

B = Beauty. What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

Like I already said, Hiccup finds everything about you attractive but he admires your passion. When he finds out you have the same passion for dragons like him, he was surprised but so happy. You have passion for everything you love and he loves seeing you while you do something you love. Sometimes he wants to join you when you doing something you love, get to know you more and see your concentrated expression while you teach him it.

C = Cuddle. How they cuddle with they s/o?

D = Dates. What are dates with them like?

Dates are mostly simple but cute. Like little picnic by the river, stargazing, helping him in the workshop making saddles and other things for dragon riders or just go on a walk around whole Berk. Picnics are when he feels extra romantic or on valentines. Stargazing is the thing you do most often together. When one of you can't sleep, you mostly go on a roof and just stare at the starts; look for constellations. And after a few minutes the other comes to you because neither one of you can't sleep without the other. Helping him in the workshop is mostly when you see that he is extremely tired; which he really appreciate. And going on a walk around the whole Berk is when you have so much things to talk about. Toothless would probably join you.

E = Everything. You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world…)

'You are my world'

F = Feelings. When did they know they were falling in love?

Look Hiccup really didn't have friends before Toothless so when you start talking to him and be friends with him, he knew it wouldn't take long to fall in love with you. But he really didn't want to ruin his new build up friendship so he waited a couple of months. But after couple of months he realized he loves you to the moon and back.

G = Gentle. Are they gentle with their s/o?

You wouldn't find more gentle boy than Hiccup. Sometimes he act like you are made of glass. He always gently holds your hand or softly stroke your head. Soft kisses on side of your head or on your cheek. Gently grab you by the waist and pull you closer to him. Slowly stroke your back up and down while cuddling.

H = Honesty. Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

He doesn't hide from you anything. And he is honest with you too. If he doesn't like something he will say it in as soft was as he can. But he really was alone before you and Toothless so he was really glad when he find someone like you; who he can trust and talk about everything.

I = Impression. First impression/s?

He was in awe and he couldn't believe it. Someone actually talked to him (who wasn't his father or Gobber) and liked spending time with him. I can't say how much happy he was and I'm not gonna lie - at first he thought it's some kind of prank or joke, but when you prove him that you actually want and like talk to him, you had him. He was also really flustered around you.

J = Jealousy. Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

Hiccup gets jealous pretty easily but he is really good at hiding it. He just frowned and stare for a while at the person who is flirting with you. But sometimes when he had enough he come to you, grab your waist and drag you away from the person. And when he feels extra jealous he kiss you in front of the person while making eye contact with them, to tell them that you're taken.

K = Kiss. How do they kiss their s/o?  

Slow, passionate, sweet kisses. The type of kisses which steal your breath away. He doesn't have any experience with kissing or dating, you taught him everything. You were his first kiss and his first love. You both teach each other lots of things in your relationship.

L = Love Confession. How would they confess to their s/o?

Hiccup would be very nervous when he decided to tell you his feelings for you. He would come to you with three or four flowers (he probably come with sunflowers) and start mumbling, stuttering you know and being little awkward. He practise his love confession on Toothless. But after a few interrupting himself he finally tell you.

M = Marriage. Do they want to get married? How do they propose?

Yes, he wants to marry you. He would propose you after a war with Drago, because he realized how easy he could lose you. And he can't lose you, so he wants to make sure you are 'really' his, because you never know what can happened.

N = Nicknames. What do they call their s/o? 

'My love, m'lady, ma'am' These mostly often. But sometimes when you two joke around, he call you 'sunshine, honey, sweetheart'

O = On Cloud Nine. What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others?

It is obvious for others because he is more protective than usual. Hiccup really protect those he love and he loves you more than anything, so he would be really protective. I can say he is overprotective. But he is just really scared of that he will lose you. First he didn't have a mother, than he had a whole family for a few hours and than he lost his father, so don't blame him.

P = PDA. Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others?

He is somewhere in the middle. He would kiss you, hug you, put his arm around your waist/shoulder but that's everything. Some of your parts are only for his eyes. And your intimity isn't for anyone else, just for you two.

Q = Quirk. Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

He can calm you down. He have some kind of comfort/kind aura that always calms you down. But when you are overwhelmed with things he will be right next to you in seconds. He'd pull you into his lap, put his hands on your cheeks and kiss you. Then you would buried your face into his chest and listen his heart beat. He would stroke you back and start talking about his day so you can listen to him and not thinking about the things that bother you.

R = Romance. How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

Hiccup is actually pretty romantic. He is creative, so he always come up with something new. His ideas and trips are always amazing. He is really talented on drawing and sketching, he's secretly drawing you, so he can have your portrait when he's away.

S = Support. Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

You are his other half, of course he believes in you! He see how strong you are, both mentally and physically. You both encourage each other without even knowing it. You two are a powerful couple and you are both teaching each other to new things, which is always good.

T = Talking. What do they like to talk about? 

You, Toothless and new islands. With you he loves exploring and finding new islands, he likes to talk about them; like which dragon he would find there. With Toothless he loves talking about you, even he knows Toothless won't answer him, but he always make some annoyed or agreement sound.

U = Understanding. How good do they know their partner?

Like I said before, you both are teaching each other many things without knowing it. So yes, he knows you pretty well. He loves learning new things about you, like you love learning new things about him. I can say you two look like old married couple. Both of you know everything about each other and still love each other, even for the smallest or weirdest things.

V = Value. How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?  

You are not just his love, you are the person he wants to spend the rest of his life with you. So yours relationship is the most important thing for him. You relationship is strong and healthy which means there is nothing what you two can't handle together.

W = Wild Card. A random Fluff Headcanon.

Hiccup loves exploring and finding new islands/places. And he loves doing it wit you. Because you can spend whole day (sometimes few days) together. Most important you are in privacy. He can talk or do with you whatever and whenever he want without interruption by someone. When you two finds a new island, he pull you into his lap while he is putting it in his map. You always watch sunsets together - on new islands/places.

X = Xylophone. What’s song describe your relationship? 

Ho Hey - The Lumineers

'I belong with you, you belong with me. You're my sweetheart' -The Lumineers

Y = Yearning. How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

He have your portrait still by him, he hides it in his suit so whenever he miss you he looked at it and feels better. But none art can replace you. He is less happy when he misses you. But after seeing you again he gets really clingy.

Z = Zebra. If they wanted a pet, what would they get?

"Hilda and Viggo laying together in a field under the setting sun. Hilda is weaving flowers together to make a flower crown while Viggo is laying on their back watching the sun sink below the horizon."

A soft hum reaches Viggo's ears as he lets himself relax for once, laying down on the field. The humid blades of grass tickle the few spots where his armours fails to cover his skin, and the gentle breeze carries a soft yet welcomed aroma of various kinds of wildflowers. The waves crash against the cliffs in an almost rhythmic manner, but her hums manage to keep him from falling asleep completely. He opens one eye in search of the source of the gentle tune, but before he can locate it, he feels something getting placed on his head. He looks up and the sight of a flower crown makes the once chief of the dragon hunters smile gently. "A crown for the king of my heart!" Hilda says with a big smile that Viggo cannot get enough of, almost as warm as the now sinking sun. She rolls over from where she was seated and lays besides him, her smile never leaving her face. She props herself up with her elbow and adjusts the crown, her touch gentle as ever as if she was scared of hurting him by accident. She doesn't avoid his scared side — she had always made sure her caresses and kisses didn't lack in those parts of his body that Viggo sometimes loathed, instead giving them even more attention than usual. The serious businessman cracks a smile at her words and lets his head lean into her touch. "I'm afraid I don't have anything for you in return, my dear. Would a kiss suffice?" He asks, a small smirk forming on his face as he already knows the answer. She leans in and happily takes her reward.