#snoutlout

In this collection, the skies of Berk are stained with a different kind of fire—the burning ache of obsession. Reimagine the Dragon Riders not as heroes, but as souls fractured by all-consuming desire. Here, loyalty curdles into fixation, courage becomes tyranny, and the roar of dragons echoes with possessive hunger.

Started: June 4th, 2025

Last Updated: May 3rd, 2026

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Hiccup

Yandere Hiccup Headcanon

A Visit to Berk (Yandere Hiccup x Berserkian!Reader x Yandere Toothless)

The Chief, The Fool, & You (Yandere Hiccup x Reader x Yandere Tuffnut)

Marked by Fate, Claimed by Fire Series

Marked by Fate, Claimed by Fire (Yandere Hiccup x Reader) [Soulmate AU]

The Shape of Belonging

Forged in Obsession (Yandere Hiccup Series)

Forged in Obsession (Yandere Hiccup x Reader) (Part 1)

Marked by the Chief (Yandere Hiccup x Reader) (Part 2)

Caught in the Net (Prequel) [Companion Piece & Prequel to the Yandere Tuffnut Series]

What He Never Saw (Yandere Hiccup Series)

What He Never Saw (Part 1)

They Didn't Ask Me To Stay (Yandere Hiccup x Reader) (Part 2)

A Heart Too Late (Yandere Hiccup x Reader) (Part 3)

The Quiet Fracture (Part 4)

What YOU Never Saw (Part 5)

A Letter Without A Name (Yandere Hiccup Letter Event)

A Letter Without a Name (Part 1)

A World Where You're Real (Part 2)

Yours, Even Before We Meet (Part 3)

Snotlout

General Day with a Jorgenson (Yandere Snotlout x Reader)

Astrid

Yandere Astrid Headcanon

You Can't Just Leave Me (Yandere Astrid Breakup Headcanon)

What Love Tastes Like (Yandere Astrid x Reader)

Ruffnut

Just Another Fish Fight (Ruffnut POV) [Companion Piece for The First Kindness Series]

Tuffnut

Yandere Tuffnut Headcanon

The First Kindness (Yandere Tuffnut Series)

Caught in the Net (Prequel)

The First Kindness (Yandere Tuffnut x Reader) (Part 1)

What Lurks Beneath the Chaos (Yandere Tuffnut x Reader) (Part 2)

Just Another Fish Fight (Ruffnut POV) [Companion Piece]

Fishlegs

Yandere Fishlegs Headcanon

Specials:

Too Cute to Notice (Platonic!Yandere Toothless x Reader)

Heart of the Riders (Yandere Dragon Riders)

You Can't Sing, But You're Mine (Yandere Dragon Riders)

the old idea with time-traveling shenanigans struck me again. have a snot. and a fich.

Late Walks, Late Patrols

Snoutlout x GN! Reader

Warnings: None. Just comfort and fluff

The beach was quiet that night, the sand cool beneath your boots and the waves rolling in with a steady rhythm. You walked without destination, your dragon left behind at the stables. It wasn’t that you didn’t trust them—it was that you needed space, just you and the ocean, to let your thoughts spin without anyone noticing.

But someone did notice.

A rush of wind cut through the silence, followed by the crackling roar of Hookfang’s wings. Sand whipped up around you as Snoutlout landed hard in front of you, hopping down from the saddle with his usual dramatic flair.

“You know,” he said, planting his fists on his hips, “wandering around here without your dragon? Bold move. Some might even call it reckless. Good thing the amazing Snoutlout was on patrol, or you’d be fish food.”

Despite yourself, your lips twitched. “Fish food, huh?”

“Don’t laugh. You’d be prime fish food. Very snackable.” He pointed at you, mock serious. “The eels would line up.”

You rolled your eyes, but the smile faded quickly. Snoutlout caught it, his expression softening just a fraction. He didn’t press, though. Instead, he jerked his thumb toward Hookfang.

“C’mon. Ride with me. My patrol is boring, and I need someone to witness my greatness in action.”

Hookfang groaned like he wasn’t part of this plan, but you climbed up anyway.

The night air was crisp as the dragon carried you both along the shoreline. For a while, you sat in silence, listening to the wind whistle past your ears and the ocean glitter below. Then Snoutlout cleared his throat.

“So. Did I ever tell you about the time I wrestled a wild Gronckle? Bare hands. No weapons. Just pure muscle.”

You glanced at him, raising a brow. “You mean the time a Gronckle sneezed on you and knocked you over?”

He gasped in mock outrage. “Wow. You weren’t even there and you’re already rewriting history? Unbelievable.”

You laughed, the sound breaking something open inside you. He grinned, victorious, and doubled down with more wild stories—Hookfang’s accidental arson, Tuffnut’s embarrassing mistakes, “completely true” tales of Snoutlout’s heroics. One after another, they came, so absurd you couldn’t help but fire back with your own teasing remarks. Before long, Hookfang was rumbling irritably, like he was tired of being the punchline.

The heaviness in your chest loosened with every laugh, every ridiculous claim. Snoutlout never once asked what had sent you wandering out there. He didn’t need to.

When the patrol ended, you expected him to take you home. Instead, he guided Hookfang straight to his hut, hopping down and offering you a hand.

“You’re staying here tonight,” he said, tone leaving no room for argument. His ears flushed red, though, betraying his nerves. “For, uh… safety reasons. Obviously.”

You gave him a look. “Obviously.”

Inside, his hut was warm and cluttered, weapons leaning against the walls, blankets tangled at the foot of his bed. He cleared off a space with surprising effort, then flopped down beside you with a grin.

For a while, you kept up the jokes, trading stories and laughter until your stomach hurt. But eventually, the words slowed, the laughter softened, and a quiet calm settled in the space between you.

Snoutlout shifted, leaning back against the wall. His voice dropped lower than usual, softer, stripped of its bravado. “You don’t have to tell me what’s wrong,” he murmured. “Not tonight. But… I like when you’re here. With me.”

The admission caught you off guard, warm and unguarded. You leaned against his shoulder, and he went still for a moment before letting out a shaky breath. He tilted his head slightly so it rested against yours, his usual cocky grin replaced with something gentler.

“You, uh… fit here,” he said quietly. “In my hut. Next to me. Feels right.”

Your chest tightened in a way that had nothing to do with sadness. You didn’t answer—didn’t need to. The silence that followed was enough, comfortable and sure.

As sleep crept in, you felt his hand brush against yours, hesitant at first, then steady. His fingers laced with yours, warm and secure.

“Don’t go walking alone at night anymore,” he whispered, barely audible. “If you need quiet… let me be your quiet.”

Hookfang shifted outside, curling protectively near the wall of the hut. Inside, you finally let yourself close your eyes, your weight pressed into Snoutlout’s side. He didn’t move, didn’t dare, just held your hand and listened to your breathing until he, too, drifted off.

For the first time in days, you slept without heaviness in your chest.

Snoutlout: Look, I don't like you and you don't like me...

Hiccup: I like you.