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A Familiar Face
Summary: Years after losing the love of her life, Astrid sees a familiar face she never thought she would see again.
Rating: General
Warning: /
Words: 1 143
Fandom: How to Train Your Dragon
Characters: Astrid, Stormfly, Hiccup, Toothless
Pairing: Hiccstrid
Author's Notes: The Httyd side of Tumblr has been talking on a God of Dragons AU, an AU that I quite like. So I decided to share one of my own!
Constructive criticism is appreciated.
Enjoy!
XOXOX
For many years now, Astrid has been the chieftess of Berk and she’s been a Dragon Rider for much longer. She has seen many things in her life, been through a lot of bad and a lot of good, her body itself is a storybook. She considers them the reason why she is the capable warrior and leader that her people need her to be today.
But this… this is a first.
It happens at the end of a battle. The Berserkers were under attack by a hostile tribe and the Hooligans responded to their call for aid, honoring their alliance. The enemy was numerous and strong, but they were still both outmatched and outnumbered by their warriors, their dragons and their Dragon Riders. Their attempt to plunder the Berserkers was cute for sure, but in the end they had to admit defeat. The Berserker Chieftess, Heather, captured their leader.
Their spat was about the dragons. Just because the Berserkers have a few, having adopted Berk’s human-dragon utopian lifestyle, they were mistaken for being them. The thought of it makes her scoff, her late-husband didn’t dedicate his entire life to his mission of helping humans and dragons co-exist just for another tribe to be given that glore, whether it was on purpose or not.
Cleaning her axe free of blood, Stormfly pads up behind her and picks at her braid.
“Stormfly,” Astrid greets her dragon, her most trusted companion. Swinging her weapon over her shoulder and turning towards her to hold her chin. They’ve survived another battle together and she can see that the other Dragon Riders have as well, it does her heart good. The twins are a little signed, but nothing that they haven’t survived before.
Astrid realizes the reason she and her friends are still alive is in part due to the help of the wild dragons in the area joining the fight. It’s not an entirely uncommon occurrence, it’s happened on occasion in the past. Astrid is just glad that their unlikely friends could somehow tell the difference between the Hooligans, the Berserkers and the enemy for once. If humans fight in a territory they consider theirs, dragons tend to think every human is an interloper, even if they’re Dragon Riders.
No matter, it means they can all go home alive and relatively unharmed. Besides a sore shoulder where she took a bludgeon, she’s okay. She has her pauldrons to thank for that, her right one is bent out of shape.
Stormfly begins to chirp and squawk, her wings flap and flutter, head bobbing as if greeting. Out of nowhere, any hint of tiredness seems to have disappeared as she’s suddenly excited.
“Stormfly!” Astrid attempts to ease her dragon, wondering just what has ruffled her proverbial feathers. The Nadder seems to be calling out to something or someone. Astrid turns to look at who or what it is. When she realizes the source for her dragon’s excitement, she feels her heart halt behind her breast.
Up there, up on top of a cliff, she sees a dragon she hasn’t seen since before she became the chieftess of her village. A black and intimidating creature rare in the Barbaric Archipelago; a Night Fury. And Astrid swears she recognizes this one.
“Toothless?” The name slips past her lips before she can stop it, she hasn’t said it out loud in years.
The Night Fury looks her way and there’s no mistaking it. That’s him. It has to be him! One of her boys!
That’s when she sees the unmistakable figure of a man kneeling next to him, looking down from the cliff at the battlefield below with interest.
At the sight of him, her heart is torn out of her chest all over again, old wounds bleed and the iron chieftess of the nigh unbeatable human-dragon tribe is moved to tears.
Not even the distance between her position and the top of that cliff can dispute it. That’s Toothless and the man next to him is Hiccup.
She doesn’t know how it’s possible.
Years ago, decades ago, her husband and his dragon left their village together with her mother-in-law and her dragon, the Stormcutter Cloudjumper, on a mission and none of them ever returned. There were no letters, search and rescue missions turned up nothing, neither allies nor enemies had any idea where they might’ve gone. Valka and Cloudjumper eventually turned up, but even they had no idea what had happened to Hiccup and Toothless.
And now here they are.
“Hiccup,” a crack in her voice, a couple of steps closer, Astrid can’t find the strength to climb up on Stormfly’s back. She should be going right up there, question him, hug him and never let him go. Hug them and never let them go.
But something stops her and that something is the details.
Astrid is no longer a young woman. She has matured, she has wrinkles and a couple of gray hairs, though time has only aged her like a fine wine and she finds she’s stronger than she was back then.
But Hiccup… it’s as if he hasn’t aged a day. Perhaps, it’s the distance, but it’s truly as if she’s gazing up at her young husband, who she lost before they could start a family. They just barely got to celebrate their one year anniversary.
Stormfly calls out again, head bobbing, and Hiccup looks over. Their eyes meet and Astrid is even more convinced that she’s staring up at familiar eyes.
But there’s… no response. No flash of recognition on his part, not a hint of softness in his features, no attempt to say anything to her, even his attire appears guarded.
Not one single battle injury can ever compare to the pain and confusion she feels. The only comparison was the devastating realization that she was never going to see the love of her life ever again.
“Hiccup!” So she takes the first step, she calls out to him and finally there’s something of a reply.
He stands and backs away, Toothless growling.
“Fishlegs! Heather!” Astrid turns to the battlefield behind her, hoping she’s not the only one to see this, hoping to get someone’s attention, alert them. But they’re somewhat isolated, they’ve ended up quite far, friends looking her way, but incapable of seeing what she’s seeing or understanding what she’s shouting. Tuffnut cups both ears, Ruffnut is waving her arms while Snotlout is staring. Fishlegs is the only one running over.
By the time he reaches her, Hiccup might be gone.
So she climbs up on Stormfly back, intending to urge her dragon to go up to where she spotted her lost love. But when she looks up, the cliff is empty. Hiccup is already gone and so is Toothless.
And just as suddenly, she can’t stop the tears or the sobs from coming.
If Toothless could talk he would sound like Plagg from Miraculous but with a deeper voice (similar tone to his gurgles and laughs)
If Stormfly could talk, she would sound motherly, but be be extremely vain and playful. Tbh her voice would sound like Shiny from Winx season 7 (stella's fairy animal)
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For the ask meme "Is okay girl, Im with you" Stromstrid
“It’s okay, girl, I’m with you.”
Stormfly clucked, less uneasy this time, and they both turned to look at the shaking eggs. Suddenly, a tiny horn poked through one, and it cracked. Dragon and rider watched with bated breath as another jab widened the hole, and then a little, scaly head poked through; he had an underbite, a sharp nose-horn, stubby spines, and light blue scales on his upper jaw and head, except for a blonde-yellow streak running from his horn, over his head, and down the back of his neck. He stared at his moms, blinked, then screeched.
“Aww, he’s beautiful,” Astrid said, wincing from the piercing noise as she grabbed a tiny bit of fish for him to eat.
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I’ll leave the details of why Stormfly was gravid up to chance :P
(Send me the first sentence of a fic, and I’ll write the next five!)
oh wow, this continues, okay, alright, I think I can deal (not) it might get a bit longer than three parts, but alright, i will cope (not)
part i
ii.
It wasn’t long after the rumors hit her ears.
The guards slurred as they drank, loud and obscene as ever. They were talking about losses; territories, forts, people, assets. The dragon riders had been relentless on their last expeditions.
Astrid tried to quench her rising hope in her chest. It was still early, she shouldn’t hope to be rescued just yet. It would be too good to be true. But her desire to be back home, in her husband’s arms, and curled around their warm hearth was too much.
She curled her arms around her belly, ignoring how her feet ached in her every move. She didn’t belong here. They didn’t belong in this cold and dripping cell, hungry and shivering. Her shift was dirty and ripped from when they had first caught her, blood soiling the once white wool. It wasn’t hers. Astrid bit back a whimper when she remembered how Stormfly, her beautiful and amazing girl, had jumped between her and the hoards that had dared attack them.
Berk had been peaceful after the death of Drago. The Archipelago had lived in peace with the dragons and everything had been quiet after that fateful fight that they had dared to lower their guard.
The Hunters had caught them in their sleep. Astrid had wanted to laugh; you’d think befriending the largest predators of their Known World, would give them more protection. Yet the Hunters still came, waving their weapons and spilling blood. Stormfly’s blood; her beautiful girl bleeding on the ground had been the last thing she had seen before she was captured.
Astrid took a breath to calm her racing heart. She had to have faith that her dear Nadder was alright. Gobber and Gothi had treated her darling and she was on Berk healing and worrying about her. Her heart gave a lurch, because oh Gods, Hiccup. Her husband must be going out of his mind. Was he eating? Was he sleeping? She doubted Valka or Gobber could make him take a break and stop to rest. He had the habit of hyper-focusing and he would forget or forgo rest and food. And he would be ignoring all his needs because finding her would be his number one priority.
She had to get back, now.
The door banged open. Astrid flinched and bit back her painful cry. Her feet had yet to heal, scarred and burned as they were they had started peeling the past couple of days. It had been insufferable; needles piercing her whole body with every move she made. The healer had taken pity and worked a paste on her feet, numbing the pain. Hadn’t it been for him, she’d still be writhing and turning on the floor.
Krogan sauntered inside and Astrid got ready for another verbal match. It had been routine for the entirety of her capture; him coming in her cell taunting her and her jeering and sassing him back. What? Growing a backbone was how you survived in Berk. Then there was Hiccup’s sarcasm, so why it still surprised people, she’ll never know.
Krogan’s expression made her pause though; something was wrong.
Before she could say anything his boot caught her chin. Sloppy, her mind called as Astrid fell down. He caught her by the hair, raising her to her knees before sending blow after blow at her face. She managed a kick at his shin and he released her. Like a puppet, Astrid fell on the floor, dizzy, bruised and bleeding she crawled back. Her heart and mind raced; what was happening? So far, he hadn’t dared harm her, other than incapacitating her. What changed?
Then it clicked.
“You are losing.” Astrid bit back the hiss when he grabbed her hair again; his fist tightened ripping some of her hair. Instead, she grinned. “You started a war you can’t win.”
She remembered the rumors, the hissed and drunken comments of the guards. It made cold satisfaction curl in her stomach.
A scarred sneer met her defiant eyes. “As long as I have you, I’ll always win.”
“You are wrong.” She spat at his face, “As long as you have me, he will continue to fight. You still think he’s that naïve little boy. He is not.”
Astrid swallowed the lump in her throat, a grim smile forming in her bruised face. “As long as you hold me captive, you won’t last to see your stupid crusade die.”
The slap threw her off balance. She braced for the fall, curling into a tight ball with her hands protectively over her swollen stomach. Between the golden strands of her hair, Astrid saw Krogan rise to his full height.
“I will not fail.” He gave her a hiss, reminding her of the dragons he so hated, “Your husband is the last obstacle in my plan. I will destroy him.”
Fear curled in her stomach and forced herself to look up. “You can’t touch him.”
“Not yet.” Krogan hissed again taking a step towards her. In reflex, Astrid scooted back, cursing herself when she saw a light sparking in her captor’s eyes. “But you. You are a different matter.”
“You wouldn’t dare.” Astrid didn’t allow her voice to tremble. “I’m your biggest advantage, remember?”
A wicked grin appeared on his face. “And whoever said I needed you in one piece?”
Astrid froze, her eyes betraying the fear that was rushing into her heart. “You won’t dare.”
He had her by the throat, lifting her from the floor and slamming her on the wall. Her chains jingled and her feet screamed, reaping a pain cry from her throat. His fingers squeezed and Astrid scrambled to fight him off. Her hand shot for his eyes, but he maneuvered around her nails. Taking another step forward Krogan pinned her in the wall.
“You will stop fighting.” Astrid huffed and tried to buck him off. He shook her, making her head slam at the bricks behind; she gasped in pain.
“You will play the part of the good captive, or I’ll curve his heir out and throw it at his feet.”
She bit back the retort when he threw her down again and shot him her iciest glare. With a sneer, he turned and left, his cape flowing behind him.
