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A/N: My (late)Â submission for tarchedâs HTTYDArtAugust event, Prompt 6:Â âAlone, us two, kissing in the gentle breezeâ.
After the doom and gloom of my story for the previous prompt, I had decided to go with the opposite route: Something short. Something that didnât try to be hipster or unpredictable like my...five previous stories. Just pure fluff, so full of meaningless fluffy feels that if you put in water, itâd probably float...up into space.
Well, I hope I at least got the meandering Hiccstrid âfluffy feelsâ part down, but this got longer than I wanted. I find myself usually writing from a guyâs POV, probably because Iâm a dude, but uhhh I gave the other side a shot this time.
Astrid Hofferson was having a rather...unusual day.
It had started out as a normal enough day on Berk. Wake up, get up, some training with Stormfly as the sun rose, a quiet breakfast with the family, some chores, and so on, and so on.
Yet the moment she met with Hiccup in the afternoon to accompany him on âhis quest to map the worldâ, as he liked to call his and Toothlessâs daily fix of reckless stunt flying, she found herself unable to quite think of anything else besides him.
It wasnât his charming grin, or his mesmerizing green eyes, or the oh-so-cool way his hair rippled in the wind as they sped through the air, or how his âflight suitâ was tight enough to really highlight his lean, muscular build, especially his legs and ass.
Now certainly, Astrid still noted these things during the flight, but today she was more engrossed by something a little less tangible, the simple fact that he was going to be her husband. It was distracting enough that now, sitting behind him by a lazily-flowing stream and pulling at the grass to prevent herself from reaching out tying another braid into Hiccupâs hair, she couldnât focus at all on what he was saying. He was scribbling something into his little drawing book with a charcoal, staring at the horizon. He was saying words, talking about something interesting, certainly, things that usually got her attentionâshe heard âfireâ and âwarâ and âdragonsâ mentioned frequentlyâbut today...today she just didnât feel like talking.
She was excited about marriage. Ecstatic, really. But then she thought of what she was like when she was fourteen, what that younger Astrid would think if some norn had seen her future and told her that she was destined to marry Hiccup âthe Uselessâ, Chief Stoickâs embarrassment of a son...out of love, no less. It was fortunate that none had tried back then, as it actually might have ended with a very dead norn.
How suddenly, how decisively, things could change, if not in an instant than at a rapid, tumultuous pace. Much like...a dragon raid from the days of oldâFunny how the last one was actually only five years ago, yet it seemed so far back in the past. Yes, she liked that analogy. She just hoped sheâd remember it.
Astrid knew she could have just said âHiccupâ or punched him in the shoulder to get his attention. But for some reason it felt like cheating. That was her style. Hiccup was usually a bit more...subtle? No, fancy. What was it he called it, âHiccup flairâ? âHaddock charmâ? So, seeing as how she was going to be a Haddock soon...
Over the past five years since the dragon raids stopped, since Hiccup and Hiccup aloneâhis attempts to share the credit with others be damnedâturned dragons from Berkâs worst enemy to its greatest friends, Astrid had been waging a war within herself, arguing over just what she and Berk ever deserved to have a person like Hiccup rescue it, someone with such a seemingly endless amount of love that he was able to share it with both creatures that were trying to kill him and a village that actively shunned and mocked him...yet still had more than enough in the end for her and her alone, so much that it sometimes she really did believe that her face was brighter than the sun, that no woman in the world had eyes or lips or breasts as stunning as hers, Freyja herself was actually jealous of her beauty, that the only thing more wonderfully golden than her hair was her heart. One time, just before a dragon race, she even believed him when he said that she was, by far, a better dragon rider than her. She got embarrassingly upset when Hiccup and Toothless won by fifteen points.
She began to undo her braid. Yes, letting her hair down was certain to get his attention, especially with this wind; she imagined her hair flowing wild and free, like strands of sunlight.
At some point, Hiccup mustâve realized that Astrid was up to something, as he suddenly put down the charcoal and turned his head back.
Astrid shot him a knowing smile. She placed a hand on her hip and smoothed her hair out with the other. Just for good measure, she briefly raised her eyebrows.
Much to her dismay, his blank stare simply became one of confusion. She felt her smile dissolve into a frown.
Hiccup seemed to take notice, and he started to shift uncomfortably, his eyes darting around in search of what was upsetting Astrid as if it wasnât himself. âUmm...â
âReally?â Astrid threw her hands forward and shook her head in exasperation. âDonât you, like...â She instinctively reached for her hair but quickly forced her hand away. No, Hiccup was clever enough to figure this out on his own.
He opened his mouth. Closed it. Opened it again, raising a decisive finger this time...but for a long three seconds, nothing came out.
âYourââ
âMy hair!â Astrid sighed, pulling on a lock for emphasis. âItâs down!â
âI-I was just about to say that.â
Because the gods wished to annoy her further, a gust of wind blew the hair out of her grasp, scattered strands falling back down all over her face.
That made Hiccup chuckle, which made her even more annoyed.
âFor you,â she muttered.
âSorry, sorry.â Hiccup scrambled to his feet, slipping his left hand into her right and using his other to brush those rogue strands of hair off to the side. âDonât pout. Though itâs kind of adorââ
âIâm not pouting,â she lied, un-puckering her lips. Astrid was suddenly reminded of how tall Hiccup was as she craned her neck up to meet his gaze, though the effect was somewhat ruined when she noticed single hair, noticeably longer than the others, lazily jutting out of his chin. It was starting to get hard not to smile. Or pluck out that hair.
âAnd now I have to re-braid it all again,â she said, staring at the bits of her own blonde hair fluttering in the wind. âIn this wind...â
âNo, no, itâs fine,â Hiccup assured her as he rested his head on the fur padding her shoulder guards, nuzzling her neck. âYou should wash your furs.â
âYou should wash your hair,â she countered.
âFair. Itâs just...changing topics from âMy mom was eaten by dragonsâ to...this...â
âAh.â Astrid suddenly felt guilty; is that what Hiccup had been going on about? His lost mother? And here she was, trying to seduce him like...some cheap harlot. She didnât even get the seducing part right, either.
âAnd, and I guess itâs just that hair being down is so...â He shrugged. âI donât know. Normal? I mean, considering that Iâve already seen, uh, the rest.â
Astrid smirked. âWhat, I have to take my shirt off to get your attention?â
Hiccup somehow slipped his head down from her shoulders until nose was somehow tucked between her breasts, his grin so large that she could see it through his unruly mop of reddish-brown hair. âCouldnât hurt,â he mumbled.
Astrid lifted his head by his chin, suddenly feeling the need to tell him...something.
âHiccup,â she said, resisting the urge to kiss him.
âYes, milady?â She said nothing, and he slightly shook his head in confusion. What is it?â
Astrid smiled. Silly Hiccup. âNothing, nothing,â she said. âItâs just...Iâm really lucky to have you, you know? Really lucky.â
Hiccup raised an eyebrow. âWhy, of course you are,â he said wryly. âAnd very skilled. Only a shieldmaiden like you could possibly handle such...uh...rawââ
âNo, really,â Astrid said, forcing herself to look serious. âThat right there. Youâre always reminding me of how beautiful and amazing I am, but do you realize how great you are?â
âI-I mean, I-IIâve gotten a lot better over the years,â he said quickly, âbut from the start, like, you...youâre Astrid Hofferson. You were always justââ
âDo you know how lucky I am?â She tried to somehow increase the intensity of her stare, hoping that was enough for her boyfriend to understand. âReally, really lucky.â
Hiccup nodded dumbly. âOkay, Astrid.â
Not good enough. âLike, youâre the son of the Chief! And, uh...â Astrid went on, finding herself at an unusual loss for words, and that fact only made her more flustered. âYou ride a Night Fury?â
âUh-huh.â
âAnd youâre nice. Youâre so kind to me. The gifts: the axe, these furs...â She raised her furs to her nose. Not that bad, but still worth washing.
Hiccup just smiled. âYouâre Astrid. Youâre like my...shining sun, and...uh...â
Astrid pinched her nose and said, ââAnd youâre worth it, milady.ââ
Hiccup frowned. âI-I donât sound like that,â he muttered.
She rolled her eyes. âLike remember how...mean I used to be towards you?â
âThis again?â Now it was his turn to rolls his eyes. âThe whole village sort of was. Even my dad.â His smile faltered. âAnd I mean, I kind of deserved it...â
âYou didnât,â Astrid said fiercely, shaking her head.
That made Hiccup smile again. âYou sure?â
âWell...â she intoned playfully. âMaybe,â she said, raising herself on to her toes and planting a kiss on his right cheek. âBecause....â A kiss to the other cheek. âYou were...â A kiss to the nose.
âHiccup?â
âSmartass,â she whispered. he grabbed the back of his head and gently pushed his lips into her own.
It was a slow kiss, starting out soft, gradually building, but definitely not in a hurry. Astrid closed her eyes and didnât moveânot when she felt the wind blow a random leaf into her hair, not when she heard Stormfly not-quite-stealthily approachâand neither did Hiccup. Perhaps both of them were hoping that if they stood still enough time would simply freâ
The sound of moving wings was her only warning before an unnatural burst of wind sent her and Hiccup stumbling into the water.
Toothless chortled in deep amusement as the riders trudged out of the stream, soaked in water angrily shouting. Stormfly craned her head back to him haughtilyâI can flap my wings better than you, she squawked, apparently unaware that this was exactly what Toothless was hoping for. He tried to come up with some reply, but the glare Hiccup shot directly at himâso adorable, so humanâmade him laugh even harder.
They deserved it. It seemed like every twelve or so suns, either Hiccup or that Astrid girl would have some sudden, deep revelation that demanded the otherâs immediate attention, though usually only when they were alone with him and Stormfly. They would chitter on about it for far too long, and suck each otherâs faces for far too long, and thereâd been a few times recently in which they even rutted. Though Toothless had to admit, he was actually looking forward to seeing what their hatchlings would look like.
Toothless finally sobered at that last thought, as he silently wondered if heâd ever have hatchlings of his own.
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Tarffie Fanfiction Chapter Two: Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Tarch's Dragon
-- That is you what you looking for? -- Leffie asked point her head, Tarch turned his body, yes, that was the isle he was looking for.  The boat after some minutes reached the coast, Tarch jumped in the water  and pulled the boat to the sand. He opened his satchel and took out something strange, it was like a paper, but more heavier and reflect Tarch in it like a shield, Leffie never saw something like that. -- What is it?
-- It's what gonna help me bond with my dragon. -- answered Tarch very happy. -- I made it.
-- But, what's it?
-- You know, Le, when a Gronckle eat a sandstone and you try make a Gronckle iron from his lava we create a such incredible breakable and weird thing. If you take that such incredible breakable and weird thing and spread molten silver over it, you create this reflecting thing. Â -- Tarch was so happy with his own creation.
Leffie kept her body inside the boat understanding nothing. It's terrifying how weird our friends are, more terrifying is we chose them.
-- What it does?
-- Creates reflection.
-- And?
-- It only does that. Do you wanna see your beautiful reflection in it? -- Tarched asked giving the thing to her.
-- Well it's interesting... -- Leffie looked at herself in that thing -- Look at my hair!
-- You hair is fine.
-- I know, right. -- she gave it back to him -- How you gonna name it?
-- Falsiano, it´s my grandfather middle name -- Tarch looked at that thing for awhile and imagined people all around saying  " Look at me on the falsiano. " -- I still don't know. Maybe my grandmother middle name.
-- What's her middle name?
-- Mirror.
-- Better.
-- Do you gonna stay on the boat or are you coming? -- Tarch put the thing named mirror in his satchel and looked at Leffie who was turning her head side to side looking for something --What's wrong?
-- So, you came here to bond with a dragon, right? -- Leffie asked standing up on the boat.
-- Right. I told you to go back swimming.
--Tarch, there's no dragon here, look around! -- Leffie started freaking out. -- There is no sign of any dragon. Please, tell me you not searching for a Changewing.
-- I'm not searching for a Changewing. You think I'm crazy? I would have to spend my whole life trying to find it after bond with it. -- Tarch started walking leaving footprints in the sand.
-- What kind of dragon you think you gonna catch  with the weird thing ? -- Leffie asked while getting out of the boat , she kept her boots on the sand watching the boy moving -- Hofferson!
Tarch stopped.
-- A Whispering Death.
Leffie eyes almost fell off.
-- A what, your idiot ?! -- Leffie ran towards the boy and shoved him, Tarch with the thump turned to her, she could not believe her ears -- Oh, I am Tarch, I have free time, so what about getting dead?
-- At least, I am getting a dragon, because I do what I have to do. -- Tarch turned his back to her. -- I always wanted a Whispering Death, Le. I feel that's the dragon meant to be for me. My mind keeps saying to me: "Whispering Death is the right dragon for you."
-- ARE YOU NUTS? -- Leffie screamed as loud as she could.
-- Oh, don't worry -- Tarch said playful -- I am a Hofferson, the fun part of living are the scars. -- He stopped walking and turn to her -- Are the Jorgenson any different?
-- Oh, you know us Jorgensons. -- She kept a straght face -- We are good at losing limbs. -- she turned herself back to the boat -- But, anyways, I am leaving. You come back to Berk on the back of your dragon.
-- Le, better you wait. -- Tarch looked around -- You know if I can not train my dragon I have to come back home somehow.
-- Tarch, if you fail I don't think your parents will want your pieces.
-- Okay, then, bye.
-- What? -- Leffie could not believe that stupid boy, Tarch kept walking without turn his back -- How you gonna fly with a Whispering Death in the summer ?
-- Are you kidding me? There's no summer in Berk.
And Tarch did not look back, only stopped when he came near a tunnel dug by a Whispering Death on a large rock. He gave his life to Thor and started climbing up to the mouth of the tunnel. He thought of the dragon riders that were  Berk's pride, if they had given up on a Whispering Death they would never have broken limits and meridians, would not be living in the great beyond. When Tarch stepped inside  the tunnel and the light was gone, he thought of running away and not looking back, but running back down the path that came would not bring him anything new.
He crept through the darkness with endless tunnel options to choose from, but he just kept walking straight. With all the noise he was making with his soaked boots, it was strange no Whispering Death had appeared. He began to clap, he would surely call for some dragon that was there. And if Leffie was right that was an island inhabited by Changewings and he missed the maritime coordinates. He heard a noise behind him, quickly picked up the mirror inside the satchel and turned as if the object was a shield in spite of being the size of a parchment. The image of Leffie was reflected in the object.
-- Hey, the courage in you can be seen from here. -- Leffie joked.
-- I thought you were leaving. -- Tarch felt relieved.
-- Best friends do not leave each other. Where's  the dragon your sick mind wants you to have? -- Leffie asked looking at all those tunnels.
From the ground between them came a Whispering Death, making the walls of the rock tremble. Leffie shouted, but Tarch screamed louder.
The boy's heart struck heavily, all his sweat dried in a second, and the cold took over his body. The dragon kept it white eyes fixed on him, the boy did not look at the creature directly, watching it reflection in the mirror he held, he saw as the Whispering Death opened the huge mouth, that mortiferous jaw with six rows of rotating teeth in its mouth.
But suddenly that creature was not that scary, but it was exuberantly inscrutable by the reflection, and Tarch felt himself holding one of his scrolls, trying for hours to reproduce that dragon. No one understood how to think that mortal creature was beautiful, perhaps because people only saw it from the outside.
Tarch stopped shaking and raised the mirror at the height of the face the object reflected to the image of the dragon that assumed a different posture before the reflection itself.
With the mirror covering his face Tarch extended his arm with his hand open, asking Odin for the dragon not to pluck his body limb out. He closed his eyes so hard that his head ached.The Whispering death leaned it head on tarch's hand in a sign of confidence.
Leffie stopped screaming.
-- Look, it bond with you.
The dragon on hearing  the girl's voice turned toward her with the jaw open.  Leffie shouted.
-- No, no! -- Tarch ran and stayed between the creature and Leffie -- She's friend. She's friend. Do not worry. Â -- Â the boy ran his hand over it's head full of dragon spikes. Â -- How should I call you? Hmm? Ah, I will not act like I have not lost nights of sleep thinking about the name I would give you. Draftframe.
The Whispering Death closed his eyes as Tarch scratched his chin. The dragon opened it mouth leaving the teeth showing which made him remember a smile.
 - She's amazing, is not she? -- Tarch turned to Leffie. --  Seriously, you can stop yelling now.
 But Leffie just stopped screaming when they were on the boat halfway to Berk.