#tuffnut x reader

Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III -

Avoids you like the plague to start with, for fear of embarrassing himself. Gets all stutter-y when you talk to him, and he gets embarrassed. Eventually, as he gets older, he grows out of it, but he still has to remind himself to breathe and speak clearly.

Puts a bit more detail into your gear when he makes you something. Most of the time, it's not noticeable, maybe as small as adding a tiny design element here and there. He just can't help but be a perfectionist when it comes to you.

Get more frustrated with you when you don't listen to him as a leader, but gives you more slack than everyone else. Will get annoyed increably quickly if you do something reckless, but will let it go with a stern roll of the eyes; however, if Snotlout does the same thing, he's getting an earful.

"You're so stubborn, you never listen- look, just be more careful next time, okay? Please?"

Astrid Hofferson -

Grooms you. She always braids your hair, fixes your jewelry, and smoothes your clothes. Her favorite thing is your hair, though. She'll sit beside you and absently weave braids and leather straps or other embellishments into it. Also likes to embellish your gear, such as wrapping your weapon handle in colorful leather.

Cooks for you, despite not being great at it. She's convinced you loved her Yaknog, and she consistently 'invents' new treats for you to try. She's always so excited, you can't help but respond with glee over your dread.

Always tries to give you advice. She loves when you ask her what she'd do in any given situation as it gives her an oppertunity to impress you with her intelligence and wisdom. She's also always down to spar with you to prove how strong she really is despite her smaller build.

"What's on your mind, hmm? C'mon, let's talk about it! No? Well... I know, let's get some energy out! You'll feel better!"

Fishlegs Ingerman -

Knows everything about your dragon, and if he doesn't, he'll be poring over all the texts he can find to learn more. He wants more than anything to be helpful to you and maybe teach you something you don't know.

Never stops talking to and about you. You're his favorite subject and he's an expert. His friends are so tired of hearing your name because all he does is ramble about you.

Will give you small things like pressed flowers, saying they remind him of you. Also once gifted you a flower crown but it felt apart due to his large hands being less than deft.

"Ah, jeez, (Y/N) smiled at me today, did you see? They have a snaggle tooth on the bottom row, have you guys ever noticed that?"

Ruffnut Thorston -

Bullies you relentlessly. She thinks she's flirting, but she's actually just being a bit mean. She's used to razzing her brother or her friends, even rejecting the occasional suitor, so she's not entirely sure how to show she likes you.

Will laugh at your every mistake until she snorts and point it out to others. Eventually, she realizes she's actually hurting your feelings and makes an effort to be sweet to you, though that mask slips quickly if anyone else mentions it.

Shows her affection by giving subtle flirts like winks, 'sultry' poses (she actually looks quite uncomfortable), and cheesy, condescending lines.

"Take a picture, will ya? I know I'm hot, but Gods, you don't have to stare!"

Tuffnut Thorston -

Collects/steals things he thinks you'd like. A shiny rock, a chicken feather, even small bones or dragon scales. He likes when you accessorize with the small trinkets he finds for you.

Goes out of his way to make you laugh- to the point of embarrassing himself. If he notices that you're down, he'll do anything to cheer you up, even if that means 'accidentally' getting hurt in the process.

Remembers that once he fell out of a tree, and you laughed so hard you cried hysterically. If little trinkets or dumb jokes down work, he'll try to recreate moments like that.

"Hey, (Y/N), why was the longboat so cheap? It was on sail, get it? No? Well, I watch this-!"

Snotlout Jorgenson -

Lays it on so thick. Cheesy lines, bragging about himself to impress you, the whole nine yards. Thinks he's the manliest, most macho master of flirtation (actually worse than Ruffnut by a long shot). Also thinks bullying Hookfang will impress you, for some reason.

Actually, very sweet when he's alone. He does the little 'they love me, they love me not' thing with flower petals and draws your initials in hearts in the snow or sand, also in the bark of trees. Hums little tunes about you under his breath when he's walking alone and whittles/carves little gifts for you.

Eventually, realizes you enjoy the softer side of him after you catch him in one of these moments and tries to let you see it more often. It's difficult, given the insecurities he has about masculinity due to his father, but it helps to know the person he craves from approval from most otherwise likes the parts of him he doesn't.

Snotlout

Oh he's in it for the love of the game

You couldn't tear him away from you even if you tried

Messy and inexperienced at first but boy is he confident!

He's trainable so that's the good news

Reallyyyy likes eating it while you're sitting down on a chair or something with him in between his legs, using his shoulders as leg rests

He can really get to work that way

Looks up for approval every now and then but mainly keeps his eyes focused between your legs

He wants to make sure he's doing everything perfectly for you so he is locked in

Will eat it night and day, breakfast, lunch, dinner, anytime, anywhere

Y'know that video of the guy that's like “wake up, eat it. go to work. come home from lunch. eat it. go back to work. leave work again just to eat it.”

That's Snotlout

Will beg for it

“Babe, I'm just saying - why wouldn't you want your super hot and talented boyfriend to eat you out right now?”

“Do we really have to show up to training on time? I can make it fast, I promise! They won't even realize we're late.”

Fishlegs

Fantasized about it for sure but never realized how sensual and intimate it was until he tried it

Soooo shy about it

You will have to talk him through it and give him directions

He wants it to be good for you but he's never done this before so the pressure is on

After getting used to it, he turns out to be pretty gentle and very attentive

Pays attention to your face and your body

Observes how your eyebrows furrow, your leg twitches, your stomach contracts - all of that

Uses that information to guide his next moves and drive you closer and closer to the edge

Not a certified eater like Snotlout but most certainly a certified pussy enjoyer

Loves making you feel adored and worshipped yk

Wants you to cum every single time and if you don't he will be very disappointed in himself

“No, it's not okay! I'm supposed to make you feel good. Just, show me what to do!"

Poor boy takes it personally even if you're just having a mental block day

He'll eventually understand not to take it too hard on himself

Wakes up craving it but he gets too shy asking for it

It's so obvious though

You'll just have to straight up ask him to go down on you

He will go so red but he definitely won't deny your request

"O-Oh, you mean right now? Well, I mean, sure, of course!"

Plays it cool but you can tell he wants it bad

Astrid

Knows what you like even before she tries it

Somehow naturally gifted at it

Service top vibes for sure

The first time she tries it she keeps asking you “is this okay?”

Will absolutely talk about how good you taste and will talk you through it in general

“Tell me how it feels, babe. How does my tongue feel on you?”

“So sweet and all for me. All mine, isn’t that right?”

Absolutely throws in a “Didn’t know you could get more beautiful” after you cum

Unless you ask her to she likes to keep things like this in a private setting

But very rarely she gets the urge to just push you up against a tree and get on her knees to taste you

It's rare though

Besides she can just make you wait until you both get back to her hut and spend all that time teasing you

Loves the build-up to it for sure

Like i mentioned earlier she’s nervous the first few times because she doesn’t want to give bad head

But after experimenting and seeing how you react to different things she has a game plan every time she goes down on you

Is a yearner in her own way and shows that though her lips and tongue

The type of head that leaves you breathless, sweaty, legs shaking, face flushed, and gripping onto her

I don’t think she has a preferred position

Whatever is most convenient or comfortable for you works for her

Tuffnut

Another trainable guy

Jokes about you letting him eat it but never expects you to actually let him

The moment you let him he's like “Wait, really? Like, really really? You'd let me?”

I don't know if i see him being super enthusiastic about it at first

He's mainly just trying to hype himself up because his jokes were all bite and no bark

He has no idea what he's doing

Will absolutely ask you questions during it

“Am I doing it right?” “So…I can put my tongue inside, too?”

Such a curious man

He would totally ask some of the other dragon riders for tips on giving head

He'll slowly start getting the hang of it after a little bit

As soon as you grab his hair to help guide him through it is the moment he starts seeing the appeal of it

He's in it for the taste and the being controlled by his girlfriend part

Will drop hints that he wants to eat it at the most inconvenient times

“So like, I was thinking after we finish this raid we could hang out at your hut, maybe show me some new moves or something?”

All the while you're in the middle of fighting off two hunters

The type of guy to literally eat it whenever and wherever

Will literally eat it behind a bush in the forest

Not even for the thrill of getting caught

He's just impatient like that

Ruffnut

Similar to tuffnut but definitely has more of an idea of what to do

I think she’d actually be kinda shy about it

To the point where you’d have to have one hand on her head guiding her while you tell her what to do and what feels nice

I think the first few times she might get frustrated since she’s not getting it

But she’s not a quitter

All she needed was a moment to regroup (and ask Astrid or one of the other dragon riders for some tips)

And boy does she come back swinging

She takes it slow and steady but confident

Still doesn’t quite know where to put her hands so she wraps them around your thighs

I think she’d have some wandering hands

She would melt if you pull her hair to guide her

After gaining some confidence, I think she would love having you sit on her face

I don’t think she’s super talkative but would occasionally throw in some comments when you pull her hair

“S-Shit, you love playing dirty, don’t you?”

If anything, I think she’d be the one responding to your dirty talk

“Fuck, Ruff. You always get me so wet and messy.” “Believe me, babe. I can taste it.”

All the while her mouth and chin are covered with your wetness

Hiccup

Again, another trainable man

Comparable to how Fishlegs is but with a tad more confidence

Will actually ask to try it instead of you bringing it up (points for initiative)

Wants it to be absolutely perfect but spoiler alert it isn't

No natural talent so he's kinda just fumbling around trying to figure out what to do

He'll be a bit stubborn at first and won't accept guidance but after some insistence he'll let you guide him

Alittle upset that he can't figure your body out himself

But puts his pride aside so he can make you feel good

He aims to make you cum every single time and is pretty good at doing so

Mentally keeps track of how many times he's made you cum and what you respond to most

Prefers eating it in his or your bed, classic style yk

On your back with him between your legs, maybe one hand holding your leg up

Not very sexually adventurous so he'll keep it limited to somewhere private and romantic

Maybe by a lake under the moonlight if he's feeling extra romantic and adventurous

I think he's a little talkative but not excessively so

He doesn't like to talk with his mouth full, yk?

But he also does want to tell you how amazing you taste, how beautiful you look - the whole works

"You're so gorgeous like this. Oh baby, I would keep you like this for hours if I could."

"You just taste too good. Can't get enough of you, never can."

I think he'd overstimulate you a little bit but nothing crazy

He'd like to see you squirm and jump at the feeling but wouldn't go much further (unless you asked)

Dagur

He and Snotlout are tied for the top eater in httyd

Both embody the “wake up. eat it.” dude

The difference between them is that Dagur has natural skill

He is naturally talented with that tongue of his and those fingers

Seesaws between nice soft dom and a teasing little jackass who somehow still has you melting in his arms

Will absolutely tell you to “cum for daddy” even if you don't have a daddy kink

Force of habit yk?

Likes being on his knees while he's eating it

You could be leaning against a tree with him in between your legs or on the edge of a bed with him between your legs

Encourages you to grab onto his hair

Intense eye contact that only mildly reminds you that he's slightly mentally unstable

Talks you through it every single time

If you guys are just chilling and he gets the urge, he'll definitely beg to eat it

But most of the time he just gives you a certain look

And you know what that look means

“Well, we have the next hour to spare. Whaddya say we go somewhere, just the two of us, so I can show you something special I learned with my tongue, hm?”

All while he's kissing your hand and up your arm

You were kind to Tuffnut once. And that was all it took.

You didn't even do anything special. It all began one ordinary morning. You were on an errand when you noticed Ruffnut and Tuffnut having an all-out fish-throwing war in the middle of the market square as a crowd of Vikings surrounded them, cheering them on. See? Normal stuff. And to be honest, it was quite entertaining to watch as all kinds of fish went flying into the air.

But then you see one particularly aggressive fish throw knock his 'weapon' bag straight out of his hands. Its contents -- dozens of fish, half-rotten berries and a suspicious number of live worms -- scattered across the stones.

Everyone laughed. It was Tuffnut, after all. Chaos always followed where he went like a loyal dog. It was his bread and butter at this point. The Vikings laughed even harder as Ruffnut takes this chance to pummel her twin brother by throwing even more fish at him, as though she was trying to bury him underneath all that salmon, herrings, trouts and more.

You see Tuffnut desperately trying to seek cover from his twin's relentless assault, and in that moment, you do something very uncharacteristic of you. Whereas usually you'd turn a blind eye to it because it's just the twins being their chaotic selves, this time you decide to intervene.

As you pushed your way through the crowd, you loudly called a time out at Ruffnut because no, you did not want to be pummeled by fish and get covered in fish slime. The surrounding Vikings groaned as Ruffnut stopped throwing fish into the air, and realizing that the fun was over, they slowly dispersed.

Meanwhile, you knelt beside Tuffnut and helped him scoop up the mess around him into his bag, trying not to question why he had so much worms.

“Thanks,” he grinned, sheepish and wide-eyed. “Most people don’t touch my stuff. Probably because it bites back.”

Your mouth twitch in amusement. Geez, no wonder.

"So... why a fish throwing war?" you asked.

His response was so typically Tuffnut that you couldn't help but chuckle. "Why not a fish throwing war?"

“Of course” you say smiling, offering him your hand as you gathered the last of his things. “Need a hand up?”

That was it. A moment. A flicker. You didn’t know this little act would change your whole life.

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Since that day, you've been seeing Tuffnut way more often than before. A lot more often actually.

He once popped up behind some bushes while you were doing some flight training with your dragon in the forest. He came running out of those bushes , screaming, flailing, and trailed by an angry swarm of bees. You hadn’t even known he was there until he bolted past you like a man on fire, diving headfirst into the ocean with all the grace of a startled yak.

"Was that... Tuffnut?"

You blinked, stunned, the hum of your dragon's wings faltering as you watched the splash explode in the water below. For a moment, you just stood there in silence, half-expecting more bees to follow. Your dragon snorted in what you could only interpret as agreement.

You wandered to the shoreline, peering over the rocks until you saw him bobbing in the shallows, soaked and grinning, a leaf stuck to his forehead.

“Bees hate salt water,” he declared proudly, as if this were a proven scientific fact.

You laughed despite yourself. “What were you even doing out here?”

Tuffnut only grinned wider. “Nature research. Definitely not hiding behind bushes watching your form.”

You rolled your eyes. “Right. Of course not.”

Just Tuffnut being Tuffnut.

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Another time, you caught sight of him high in the trees, trees you didn’t even realize were climbable, let alone that he could scale them. He swung from branch to branch with startling agility, like a wild squirrel possessed, limbs flailing in perfect chaos. You couldn’t help but be a little impressed.

Then, with a whoop of manic glee, he launched himself into the air, arms outstretched like wings.

“I am one with the great chicken spirits!” he shouted as he soared.

Your heart leapt into your throat. “Tuffnut—!” you called, alarmed, already stepping forward.

He slammed straight into the side of a stone cliff with a sickening thud, bounced off like a ragdoll, and disappeared into the treetops below. Your breath caught. Without thinking, you took off sprinting, weaving through the underbrush, heart pounding with every step.

You didn’t stop until you found him sprawled in a tangled mess of leaves and branches. To your amazement, and growing concern, he was already trying to stand, wobbly and dazed, a crooked grin plastered across his face.

Bruises were already forming along his arms and cheek, and though nothing looked broken, the way he swayed on his feet made your stomach twist.

“Tuffnut, sit down. You just fell out of a tree! Well, you launched yourself out of it but still...,” you said, reaching out to steady him.

His eyes flutters open as he sits down, his eyes never straying from your body as you kneel beside him.

“You’re not a hallucination, right?” he slurred. “Unless you are. In which case, nice work. 10 outta 10.”

You rolled your eyes. "You’ve got a concussion, you idiot. That was incredibly stupid of you. Why on earth would you do that?"

He smiles at you, perhaps a little too proudly. “Because I knew you will come running! Knew you’d miss me if I died dramatically.”

You almost smiled. Almost.

He looked so absurdly pleased just to have someone near.

So you helped him up. Took him to Gothi’s hut. Sat beside him while he rambled about “spiritual awakenings” and “midair chicken gods.”

You brought him soup.

He cried a little.

You didn’t mention it. You should have.

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You begin hanging out with Tuffnut more often after that day. Sure, he was weird, but he was harmless. Weird but harmless. (So you thought.)

He’d show up to help with chores. Always in the most inconvenient ways. He once tried to wash your roof by riding his dragon with a bucket in one hand and a mop in the other. It didn’t end well. But he apologized with a handful of feathers and a dead fish.

“Housewarming gift,” he said.

You didn’t question it.

It was just Tuffnut being Tuffnut. His forever chaotic self.

It took you a while to notice the patterns.

He always knew when you were home. Even if you came back incredibly late after a night flight, there he’d be, leaning on the fence, talking to your sheep.

He always remembered things you mention in passing. That you hate cooked carrots. That your door stuck on rainy days. That you like watching the stars from the southern hill.

And he always managed to show up exactly when you needed help, even when you hadn’t asked for it.

When your basket tore, he was already there with a roll of twine. When your dragon lost a scale, he had a salve made from soot and honey. When you tripped and twisted your ankle, he carried you home without asking.

“Call it Tuff-sense,” he joked. “Like Spidey-sense, but with more feathers.”

You thought it was funny.

You never considered the possibility that he had planned it.

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One day, he started asking strange questions.

Not all at once, and not in the same breath, but scattered across days, tucked between his usual ramblings about yak hair braiding contests and conspiracies involving chickens the size of dragons or dragons the size of chickens.

“Do you ever feel like people don’t really see you?” That one came while you two were sitting on the cliffside, watching the sun go down behind the sea. You had just laughed at something he said about some wild story about racing sheep uphill blindfolded, and he suddenly went quiet. You remember glancing over to find him staring not at the horizon, but at you. Not with his usual lopsided grin, but with something almost... contemplative.

You blinked. “What?”

“Just wondering,” he said with a shrug, tossing a rock over the edge like it meant nothing. “People overlook the best ones, y’know? Happens all the time.”

Then, he launched into a story about a goat uprising that allegedly happened in the mountains last spring. And just like that, the moment passed.

Another time, the two of you were walking back from the market when he asked, “Do you think chickens are better at loyalty than humans?”

You laughed, naturally. “You mean in general, or...?”

“In spirit,” he said with complete sincerity, nodding as if this were a deep philosophical debate. “Chickens don’t lie. Chickens don’t leave.”

You tease him about needing new friends, or maybe less poultry, but he just look at you, eyes a little too serious, like he wanted to correct you. Like he almost did.

Then came the one that stayed with you the most. You guys were by the old watchtower ruins, skipping rocks over the surface of a quiet lake when he murmured, “If you disappeared, who do you think would come looking first?”

The way he said it didn’t match the words. Calm, soft, almost offhanded. But his eyes never left your face, even as the ripples on the lake faded. You remember shifting, suddenly unsure how to answer.

“Uh… I don’t know. Hiccup, maybe?” You offered with an awkward laugh. “My dragon?”

He didn’t say anything for a long moment. Just nodded slowly, like he was logging that information somewhere deep. Then he smiled again, wide, toothy, and bright. Too bright.

“Weird question,” you said, trying to brush off the shiver that ran down your spine.

“Yup,” he agreed cheerfully. “Weird answer too.”

Just Tuffnut being Tuffnut.

But something about the silence after those moments always felt heavier than it should have. You would catch him looking at you sometimes. Not just in passing, not distracted or aimless, but watching. Focused. Like he was recording you in his mind. Measuring something.

It didn’t feel threatening. Not exactly. Just… noticed. Too often. Too intensely.

You tell yourself it was nothing. He was eccentric. He lived on the edge of normal, always had. If Tuffnut was asking strange questions, that just meant it was Tuesday.

Still... you find yourself remembering those questions more than you should’ve.

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It wasn't until you try to leave that things began to take a different turn.

You weren't actually planning to leave for good. You just wanted to go on an adventure like the other dragon riders did. It was supposed to only be for a few weeks at most so that you can explore the Barbaric Archipelago. Nothing permanent.

You didn’t even tell him at first.

You didn’t think you needed to.

But then things started… going wrong.

Your dragon’s saddle straps disappeared one morning. You tore apart the hut looking for them, only to find them hanging off a tree in the woods the next day cut clean through.

And Tuffnut?

He started showing up more.

Always smiling, always helpful, always popping in just when you needed something, even before you realized you needed it. Extra supplies? He had them. Last-minute harness repair? Done. Bad dream? He was outside your window with a torch and two mugs of yak milk tea like he’d sensed it.

“Just vibin’,” he’d say, every time. “Just a bestie doing bestie things.”

He laughed when you told him you were thinking of going to the outpost. Said, “Great idea! I’ll pack my bags!”

You smile awkwardly. “I meant… going alone.”

There was a pause. Barely a second. Just long enough for something in his eyes to flicker. Something too fast to name Too fast to catch.

Then: “Oh. Alone. No big deal. Totally chill. Solo travel. So brave of you.”

He laughed. But you remembered that it hadn't reached his eyes this time.

The next day, your dragon wouldn’t fly.

Nothing was wrong physically. But she growled every time we approached the sky. Pacing. Uneasy. Looking around constantly like she was being hunted.

So you stayed behind again.

Tuffnut showed up with soup and a grin. “Guess it’s fate, huh?”

You nodded. Uneasy.

That night, you woke to the sound of rustling outside. A shadow moving past the window.

When you open the door, no one was there. But a single chicken feather sat at your feet. Clean. White. Perfect.

And written in the dirt below it, scrawled in childish block letters:

“CHICKENS STAY. SO SHOULD YOU.”

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