#httydstuck

Hiccup was a tough choice between Blood and Breath, and I decided if he had indeed left before the fight with the Monstrous Nightmare and went to live with the dragons he would absolutely be Breath.

Another fun thing was Maid of Rage Hiccup if he was, well, angrier. Read Dahni’s description for the classpect and think of Hiccup going on his villain arc and you get the picture lol

My friend brought up the fact that Valka is Breath tho and I ABSOLUTELY agree with her

Tuffnut was originally Sylph of Breath! But after reading the description for Sylph of Space I thought it fit a lot more

Fishlegs I was initially gunning to be Mind, but it was the existence of one Thor Bonecrusher that made me realize omg, no, he’s Heart

Snotlout was a tie between Thief of Hope or Heart but after figuring out Fishlegs, and looking closer, Hope fit way more

Astrid was. A process. Hope, Time, Rage, Space, Knight, Heir, Prince, Bard, it took A WHILE but Prince of Rage seemed to fit the best (if you can think of something better I’m all ears, actually she’s the only one I’m still not entirely confident on 👀)

We have four!! Homestuck kinnies here lol Fishlegs the Nepeta kinnie, Astrid the Kurloz kinnie (it was SO CLOSE to being Eridan or Cronus I’m DYING-), Tuffnut the Kanaya kinnie, and Ruffnut the Damara kinnie

Final fun fact, I wanted to see what castes they’d be on the hemospectrum and Hiccup is the only one with a canon birthday but the FUNNIEST THING TO ME OKAY, is that he’s Fuchsia, aka the highest caste, literal royalty, and I find that funny because of his whole being the chief/son of the chief thing oml it’s just perfect it was meant to be

For the others, Astrid was Rust, Fishlegs Lime, the Twins Gold (duh), and Snotlout was so confusing bc like so many people couldn’t decide if he was Taurus or Scorpio, but then I thought since he’s Hiccup’s cousin what if he was Violet and I like that but it would’ve made him a True Aquarius.

Behind you, your son–your son!–is sitting with his dragon (his dragon!) and his father and your oldest friend.

Your Dirk, here, in the Dragon Sanctuary.  You never thought in your life you’d see this day!  And oh, your heart aches.  In all the best ways, mostly, but also in some … more painful ways, too, because when you glance over your shoulder you see your little John all grown up.  He was only a little thing, barely a few months old, when you left him.  And you’ve missed twenty years of his life.  How could he ever take you back?

He seems happy enough to do so, though.  So does… so does Dirk.  Your mind will forever be etched with the memory of his first words to you in twenty years, with the feel of his hand–rough, calloused from his sword, and yet so soft and gentle–on your cheek before he stooped–you’d always laughed about how unfair it was, that he was so much taller than you, before you left–and kissed you.

And now you’re faced with an impossible dilemma, that of having two families in two different worlds.  You love your husband, you love your son, but you–you love your Alpha, and you love your flock, too.

Your musings are interrupted by a soft whistle, a tune that’s hauntingly familiar, a tune that has haunted your dreams for two decades.  You draw in a shaky breath, your fingers tightening on the jug.

“I’ll swim and sail on savage seas,” his voice is more tired than it used to be, but oh, it’s his voice, for sure. “With ne’er a fear of drowning…”

And by the end of it, you’re whirling around the cave room without a care in the world, here, in his arms once again.  You’re laughing, he’s laughing, John is laughing, Jake is laughing.  Out of the corner of your eye you see Casey the Night Fury happily warbling along and flapping around in circles about your Seb, who looks faintly amused by the whole ordeal, and you don’t think it’s possible for anyone to be happier than you are, here, in this moment.

It didn’t last.  It never lasts.

You try your hardest to control the trembling in your voice, the tears clogging your throat and threatening to choke you and spill out on your cheeks and let the world know that you, Jane Crocker, have lost everything save this one precious boy sitting next to you, shock and disbelief and denial written in his clear blue eyes.  His hands are dancing, fretful, unsure where to rest, frantically stroking Dirk’s hair one moment and cradling his head against his chest the next.

“No,” you whimper, allowing yourself this one moment of weakness as you bow your head, letting your cheek come to rest against his chest, his chest that’s now burnt and scarred and still, his heart that was beating not even an hour ago fallen silent under your ear.  There’s not much blood; the wound was cauterized almost instantly, which you suppose is a blessing.  At least–at least he didn’t suffer.  At least he died doing what he chose.  He was a fighter to the bitter end, your Dirk.

He was.

Was.

He is–he is gone.

At least he didn’t suffer?  What were those twenty years, lost, alone, thinking you were taken by dragons and mauled to death, left to raise your child on his own–

You allow yourself this one sob, and then you pull away from Dirk–from Dirk’s body–and wrap your arms around John and pull him into you.

“Come,” you murmur, as he takes harsh breaths and gasps and nobly strives not to break down in your arms.  “Come, dear one.  We must find a way to send his spirit onward.  The Valkyries will take care of him.”

“Y–yeah, I know,” John says, dashing at his eyes.  He pushes himself to his feet, wobbling, and stumbles a few steps away, looking around.  You wish you knew what’s going through his mind right now.  If you knew him better, you would.  If you hadn’t abandoned your babe…

Now is not the time for these thoughts.  You will not abandon him again.

You look back down at Dirk, not bothering to wipe your tears away.  Leaning down, you plant a silent, soft kiss on his forehead, lingering just long enough to whisper, “Until we meet again, my dear heart.”