#jbb 2025

Toothless doesn't think he can remember anything else beyond… Her.

There was the volcano he and his fellow dragons called home, the only somewhat safe nesting ground they've ever known. Not that she gave them much choice in where they could nest, she allowed no opportunities to go search elsewhere.

There was only the power she had. The one she held over them, the one she constantly used as a threat. She was the biggest dragon there, impossible to defeat. All dragons are linked together with their minds, but only she could reach out and make them do things they didn't want to do.

There was only the threat she posed. Those who didn’t bring enough food back for her would be eaten themselves. Those who cause problems would be eaten. And sometimes, just being a nuisance meant your eggs would be crushed.

There was only the fear she caused and Toothless was always and every single day of his life afraid that he would be next.

He knew nothing else beside her. No idea how he got to that nest, no idea where his original family might’ve gone. Did he go exploring and strayed too far? Was it his family that got him so north and the queen took them from him? Did she kill his mother? Did he have siblings? These are questions Toothless will never know the answer to and that heartache was nothing compared to the fear of Her.

And now…

There’s Hiccup.

“Argh, no! That’s so unfair!” He and the human boy got to wrestling in the cove today. He wanted to put that leather contraption on his back again that connects to the fake tailfin so they could practice flying again, but Toothless had other ideas when he stole it from him and then they began to wrestle for it.

Hiccup, small and scrawny, didn’t stand a single chance against the Night Fury, although he’s barely a day older than him. Toothless considers it one of the best things about him. He’s human, he should be scared of Toothless, the dragon wouldn’t expect anything different. He knows the other humans are all afraid, yet Hiccup faces him so fearlessly every single day.

He valiantly tried to put up a real fight, he wasn’t even scared when Toothless batted him around a little, but in the end, he ended up pinned beneath his head. The human boy’s entire torso disappears beneath it.

“Come on!” Still the boy fights. At first, trying to push him off, but finding that the dragon’s head is just a little bit too heavy. Then he tried to kick his way out, but his long, skinny legs just flailed about uselessly. The sight was quite amusing, Toothless’ tail swishing from one end to the other expectantly.

Now Hiccup has rolled onto his front and is trying to claw his way out. He has a lot of spirit for a human. He would’ve made a good dragon had he been born as one.

Not getting very far and instead getting his stumpy claws very dirty, Hiccup changes tactic again and Toothless purrs as he watches him make another attempt. He has never seen anyone try so hard at anything before. Hiccup tries to roll out from under him, nails still in the dirt.

“Come on. Come… on!” With one last growl of effort, Hiccup finally manages to free himself. He climbs back up on his knees and then his feet. Throwing his fists into the air, he yells joyously.

“I did it! I won!” He declares and Toothless, of course, can’t let his head get too big. So he stands, steps close, and bumps him with his head. Hiccup stumbles backwards and falls into the lake.

He lands on his back, his boots all that stay dry as he instantly comes back up, leaning on his elbows and gasping for air. It’s of no surprise that the water is just as freezing cold as it always is. Toothless chitters, a noise Hiccup has never heard before. Wiping at his eyes, he sits up quickly to look at his dragon as he realizes that may have actually been a laugh.

At first grinning, Hiccup follows quickly after.

“Okay, fine, you won!” He gives it to his dragon, splashing water at his snout with his hand. Toothless sneezes and decides to retaliate, pushing Hiccup with his head again to dunk him back under.

Hiccup comes up gasping the second time even worse than the first. Now his boots are wet and Toothless laughs again.

Standing up, the boy comes out of the lake. He looks down at himself, his clothes entirely drenched. He may need to go home and dry off before he catches a cold. But before he does…

Hiccup spreads his arms out wide and lets himself fall.

Right on top of Toothless’ laughing head.

He lands with a wet splatting noise, immediately chilling the Night Fury to the bone as well. He wraps his arms around his neck, his cold cheek and hair rest on his smallest earfins. A cold chill runs down Toothless’ spine and he howls softly at the feeling of very wet and very cold human on his big flat and previously warm head. His nose peeks out from between Hiccup’s legs.

“Serves you right for dunking me in water twice!” Hiccup teases him and Toothless immediately throws him off, rolling with his head. Hiccup can’t help the yelp, he’s very loud and very talkative.

Now lying on the grass again — and most likely getting covered all over with blades of it — Hiccup stares up at Toothless, expecting to feel his head come back down on him. But instead, Toothless stares at the human boy who shot him, a Night Fury, out of the sky and thereby indirectly saved him from the cruel dragon queen.

Hiccup taught him what mercy was again, he showed him a whole new side to mankind, he has given him patience and decided that Toothless mattered. And today, like many days before, he risks everything to come here just to play.

“Uh, Toothless?” Hiccup wonder what is up with the dragon as he gazes back at him with a look he can’t quite read yet.

There is only one thing he can do to thank him for everything that Hiccup has taught him, the void he filled after the dragon queen clawed it in there.

He drops back down, heavy head landing on top of Hiccup, trapping him again.

Hiccup arrives at his home utterly beaten.

Drago has been dealt with, killed in front of a live audience that is sure to hold him accountable whether the older man was a warmonger or not. And Hiccup is more tired than he has ever been in his entire life, aching so much that even pulling his house keys from his pocket seems like a daunting task. He's full of bruises, blood has dried on his nose and along his right ear.

Although the physical pain he's in isn't the only reason why coming home is so daunting.

What he stares at is his childhood home, the only one he has ever known as no one on Berk really moves. There's no reason to. This house is the only one he has ever known, the one he grew up in, and now he's coming home knowing that his father will never step foot in it again.

Drago was a warmonger, a madman, global news was filled daily with the atrocities he committed uncontested. When there was a rise in "if dragons didn't exist, Drago never would've risen to power," Hiccup knew that something needed to be done. And if that something had to be done by him, than that's what he set out to do.

He knew he would be drawing attention, his war with Viggo did, too. His friends still have certain articles framed. He had hoped talking with Drago would work, but had always known deep inside that diplomacy would’ve failed him here. He read about all of the things the madman has done, the people he starved and displaced, the state the dragons he abandoned were left in. He was the closest thing to a monster that a man could possibly be.

But what Hiccup hadn't expected was for his father to show up. Afraid of his son being the next headline in the news, the next addition in Drago's endless list of victims. So he had shown up, put himself between his son and Toothless when Drago once again showed the power of his Bewilderbeast and it had cost him his life.

Now here Hiccup stands, at his childhood home after many hours of flying, and he's not sure if he wants to go inside.

Toothless is next to him, head down, almost appearing to hide behind Hiccup. He knows what he was made to do and he doesn't understand how his soulmate can still stand him. He looks away from the home, the movement catching Hiccup's attention and he looks down at him.

"Come on, Bud," he says mutedly as he makes his feet drag themselves across the driveway to the front porch. His keys he pulls from his pocket, the automatic action has never taken so much effort from him. When he reaches the door, he stops again. Toothless hasn't even followed him that far.

Hiccup realizes that he can't do it. He can't enter his childhood home knowing that his father never will and that it's all his fault.

A lump burning in his throat, the door blurring behind his tears, Hiccup turns away from it and sits down on his doorstep instead. His arms crossed and resting on his knees. Toothless whines at him, but doesn't dare to cross the threshold onto the Haddock property.

Break Their Heart To Save Them

"Can you come and pick me up?"

Forced Proximity

Free Space

Huddling For Warmth

"I'm going to take care of you, okay?"

Kjnk: Breeding

Kink: Breath Play

Kink: Hands

Kink: Wings

Kissing In The Rain

Location: Car Wash

Location: Cemetery

Location: Drive-In

Location: Hospital

Masturbation / Getting Off / Suction Cup Dildo / Vibrator / Flesh Light

Prom Night / Homecoming / Winter Formal / Graduation Night

Secret Admirer

"See something you like?"

Separation Anxiety

Sexual Tension

Sick Or Being Sick / Vomiting / Pneumonia / Fever

Touch Starved

"W-What are you doing?"

"Who did this to you?"

Alternate Prompts:

I'm Sorry, I'm Lost

If I Had A Hammer

Never Leave Me

End Of Days

An Open Book

Viggo had a method to how he had sex with people. He was always slow in his process, deliberate. He knew what he wanted and how to get there and he always figured out along the way how he could play each of his bed partners like a fiddle.

This one needed praising words, while that one needed to be degraded. She could only cum because of her clit, he came the quickest and hardest if penetration of him was involved. Being loud meant they were close to cumming, when the other fell quiet he knew. Whether for information or simply for his own pleasure, Viggo knew what he wanted and exactly how to get it. But most importantly, he never lost control.

And then there is Hiccup.

Viggo practically throws him over his desk, bending him over. It makes the young Dragon Rider cry out, every inch of the other’s cock still deep inside when he does it. A hand inside of his hair and his free arm around his middle, Viggo pulls out of Hiccup only to thrust back in. He pounds hard and fast and Hiccup lets him listen to his delicious noises again.

“Harder! Oh Gods, harder!” Hiccup pleads with the Hunter as his pussy is pounded into. His natural lube runs down the inside of his thighs and soaks Viggo’s cock.

Neither of them are undressed in any way, just their pants is down enough for access and any obstructing clothing on Viggo’s part is out of the way. No careful striptease or methodical removal of clothing, just their pants down and his cock inside of Hiccup’s pussy. It’s almost desperate.

“Fuck me. Oh Gods, fuck me!” Hiccup pleads and Viggo truly wishes he could go any harder or faster than this. The sounds his young adversary makes, the way his pussy clenches around him, the rapid and almost panicked breaths that leave him. Everything about him drives the older man wild in a way no one else has before.

Viggo has never experienced such loss of control and doesn’t know how to get it back. There is only Hiccup and his body. This young man who’s very presence unravels his entire life.

He can feel his pussy squeeze tighter on his cock, his climax is coming quickly. Hiccup brings a hand down to his clit to rub it, he’s just as out of control as Viggo is. His fingers find him and he gets a few good rubs in, his mouth agape.

But Viggo slaps his hand away.

“No, come on!” Hiccup protests out loud and with a whine. His disappointment doesn’t last for long when Viggo’s fingers rub his clit instead. He wants him to cum solely to him and to no one and nothing else. Just him.

Hiccup sounds like he’s sobbing when Viggo rubs and pounds into him at the same time. His fingers turn white as he holds onto the desk he’s bend over and his forehead presses into the wood.

Because of how out of control they both are, it doesn’t take them long to cum. Hiccup cries out, his pussy chokes the life out of the cock inside of him. He stiffens and refuses to move, taking the pounding from behind while unable to move.

And Viggo? He cums inside.

Usually either careful not to cum inside of anyone or doing so on purpose, he’s doing it this time without thinking about it. He felt ready to burst and that’s what he did when Hiccup came. Through the pleasure burning inside his gut, he spills his seed into Hiccup, who can’t believe that he was just cummed in when Viggo slows down either.

Viggo comes to a stop, they’re left to stand there and pant, unwilling to separate. They don’t move until Hiccup does, looking over his shoulder at Viggo, who quickly captures his lips in a kiss. Hiccup whines in surprise before he returns it, grabbing the back of his older man’s neck to keep him there.

When they break apart for air, Hiccup’s elbow leaning on the desk, they simply stare.

Working in a pizza joint was probably not the future his father had in mind for him, but Snotlout honestly couldn’t care less, not ever since he managed to move out. He finished school and didn’t know what he wanted to do with the rest of his life, so working in Berk’s only pizza joint sounded like a good idea. His co-workers weren’t annoying — and one of them was Tuffnut who works part-time here while part-time in their video rental store, while Ruffnut worked at the burger joint — and he could bring home a pizza whenever he felt like eating one.

But he supposes a secret bonus point was that he could help out a friend in need if he could.

“ Please, pizza. I just woke up. Can’t make food, too much pain. :(“

Snotlout’s phone buzzes and that’s the message he sees. He doesn’t even need to see the name or the number attached to see who it is that’s texting him. He and his friends had a movie night the day before and Hiccup was already a little off then.

As it’s already in the afternoon and he literally only just woke up, he must be having a rather bad pain day. Leg or head, who knows which it is this time and it doesn’t really matter anyway. Hiccup is in pain and can’t make his own food. If Snotlout were to guess, Stoick must not be home either, leaving his son alone.

Still, he can’t help himself.

“ make an actual order nerd :-p”

“ Your grammar makes me cry.”

Ah well, at least Hiccup isn’t in too much pain to snark back. A moment later, that order does pop up with a bonus order to add garlic bread. Once he reads it, Snotlout gets right to work.

-XOXOX-

Hiccup knew the night before that he was about to get a migraine attack, but despite his best efforts — taking painkillers, drinking lots of water, making sure he went to bed on time — it still broke through and it makes him wonder why he tries so hard. He woke up early that morning with an icepick inside his skull and as he shuffled out of bed to take care of his bathroom needs and grab another, and stronger, painkiller, he went to lie down on the couch and his father had left him there. He knew what time it was and he wasn’t about to disturb his son, going about his day as quietly as he could before leaving for work.

Hours passed, morning and lunch came and went, it was somewhat later in the afternoon when he woke up again. With his migraine a little less, but absolutely famished. Which is when he decided to brave the bright screen of his phone to ask Snotlout for a strange choice for his very late breakfast.

The living room is still dim, the curtains drawn. Yet after the order is placed, Hiccup doesn’t move from the couch, his arms wrapped around the pillow he slept most of the day on with another between his legs to support his residual limb. He’s thirsty, he needs to go to the bathroom again, he should take his medication, but instead, he decides to wait until his food arrives.

When he nearly drifts off, he’s pulled out of his would-be slumber by the front door gently opening and closing.

On an island such as Berk, no one is really concerned with burglary, so Hiccup doesn’t panic when he hears someone open the front door. He knows who it is, all his friends know where his dad leaves the spare key.

Snotlout enters the house with that spare key in one hand and Hiccup’s order in the other. He finds him on the couch, where he somewhat expected him to be. Hiccup opens his heavy eyes to look at him and manages a small, if tired, smile. He can finally eat something and get his other needs taken care of.