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A lot of you have followed me for the five x reader story I've been writing. Unfortunately, I have lost almost all motivation/inspiration to write for not only Different but Umbrella Academy in general, so I'm discontinuing the story.
There might be some day in the future where I pick it back up, but until then I won't be continuing it. I'm very sorry to everyone who got attached to it, but I appreciate all the support you guys have given the story!
Writing for fandoms is still something that I very much want to do, but as you can tell by my absence, I haven't had even a smidge of motivation or inspiration to do so.
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Hi, if you don't mind me throwing in requests,, Can you do a Hiccup x reader where Reader is an adopted daughter/apprentice of Gothi,who is a silent supporter and admirer of Hiccup, and is someone who recently just found her voice to tell Hiccup her feelings for him?
a/n: i absolutely do not mind. thank you for request lovely reader, i had a great time trying to find the right voice for the reader character. i hope i made justice to your request, and i hope you enjoy! as always let me know what you think!
Sweetest of Melodies
Life at Berk was hectic from the early moments in which sunlight touched the earth, until the moon was at its highest point. You, however, remained a little more calm in your way of going about your day. This could be due to the fact that you weren’t exactly from around here, the viking lifestyle was not something that was properly yours. You don’t exactly remember when or how you arrived at Berk, but your mother -or the closest thing you had to one- made sure you didn’t forget where you came from.
“Roots are important to flourish,” she had said one late night, while you were helping her make a mixture of herbs of some kind. Gothi was a quiet woman, however, when she did talk, you could expect a wise spew of words of some kind, or simple nonsensical mumbling. This was a habit you had picked up yourself, and as the years went by, your voice could be heard less. Nowadays you only spoke when you were alone with Gothi, by yourself or when you felt you most absolutely needed to.
You supposed it did bring you some relief to know that there was a reason for your differences. So, you didn’t mind being unlike the other young vikings in some aspects.
Dragons was one thing you had in common, but while they were unafraid to ride straight into battle or go on spontaneous missions, you preferred taking care of them from the ground. You were a keen observer, and had started to fill up notebooks with annotations and drawings of your scaly friends.
You did wish you could be like them though, in the sense that they were brave and bold. You often fantasized what it must be like to fly a dragon, and what it would be like to be a part of the team of dragon riders. Maybe that way you could have an excuse to get closer to a certain brown-haired, green-eyed boy.
As you finished the last details of one of your mother’s various Terrible Terrors, she had come up to you while offering an empty basket with just a few dry leaves in the corner. You stood up, putting your materials aside and took a leaf in between your fingers, while rubbing it and bringing it up to your nose.
‘We’re running out of mugwort’
“Mugwort it is,” you said as you took the basket from her boney hands and gave her a goodbye kiss. “I’ll be back before supper.”
Gothi offered you a small smile and waved you goodbye.
You loved your job, however, it could be time consuming, and sometimes frustrating. Like right now.
You had left your basket in the ground to look for the mugwort. Unfortunately, there didn’t appear to be a lot of it, so you had to thread deeper into he woods, and the bushes for that matter, to get the smallest amounts of the damned herb.
“Stupid plant,” you muttered to yourself as you emerged from within the shrubbery with barely a handful of it. You quickly threw it in the basket and started to prick out the thorns that had inserted themselves into your arms.
As you were occupied with your current predicament, you didn’t notice the presence of another person that had made it’s way into the forest, drawn by the sound of your bickering.
It wasn’t until they cleared their throat that your attention was drawn to them.
With a light jump, you turned to face them, only to be found with the chief’s son: Hiccup Haddock along with his trusty companion Toothless.
Your eyes went wide and you froze, like a deer in headlights.
“Uh… I-I’m sorry,” said Hiccup. “You just seemed…occupied. And I didn’t want to scare you.”
‘Yes, well, I don’t think that worked out,’ you thought. However you just offered him a shy glance before returning to your thorn-infested arm.
“Let me help with that,” Hiccup said as he approached you and without previous warning took you arm. “So, you’re Gothi’s daughter, right?” he asked, not lifting his view from your arm
A nod was all you offered him as a reply, you had started fidgeting with your free hand now; you hadn’t thought that this was how today was going to go: deep in the woods with the boy you had been admiring from a distance ever since you arrived to Berk.
Hiccup chuckled, before taking out a thorn, causing you to hiss. “The woman loves you,” he said. “I know she’s not particularly vocal, but believe me, she does.”
Your cheeks tinted a slights shade of red, as you heard his words. You didn’t know what to answer to that so you didn’t.
After a silent moment, Hiccup spoke again. “I have to ask, I’ve seen you around and I’ve seen the bond you have with dragons. Why don’t you join the dragon riders?
Your flustered state didn’t diminish at his questioning. Would he think you’re pathetic if you told him you had never ridden a dragon? Instead you opted for the safest option: not saying anything at all.
Hiccup seemed to get the message despite your silence. “You’ve never flied before, have you?”
You shook your head.
“Why?”
You shrugged and averted your eyes. Truth was, you just thought you would eventually get to it, but you never did.
“That changes today,” Hiccup said with a beaming smile. You could tell he was as passionate as you were for dragons, if not even more so, for he had more expertise in the practical area.
Your eyes went wide once again as you shook your head vigorously.
He didn’t say anything, and instead mounted Toothless. Amongst your talking you hadn’t realized you were now free of thorns thanks to the brown-haired boy.
“Toothless and I are taking you for a ride,” he finally said when he was strapped in.
Before you could give him any reason as to why this was a terrible idea, you had already been swooped up by the night fury and were now desperately grabbing on to Hiccup’s waist.
“Hold on!” he shouted through the wind.
‘I’m trying!’ you though as you tightly closed your eyes.
Suddenly, you came to a steady halt. You could feel a soft breeze blowing through your hair, and pleasantly cooling your face.
“You can open your eyes now,” Hiccup said.
You did so, and your breath was knocked out of your lungs. You were flying above the clouds, and being presence to one of the most beautiful sunsets you had ever seen in your life. The reds and pinks and yellows, blended together to make the most perfect painting.
After your interaction with Hiccup, you made your best effort to avoid him. That meant keeping mostly to yourself in Gothi’s hut and preparing the salves and mixtures of herbs that were so often needed in Berk.
You had decided to keep admiring the dragon riders form a distance, even if you couldn’t stop thinking about that day with Hiccup. Flying with him had awoken something in you that seemed to have been dormant for far too long.
The times you did go out of your hut was to cheer them on from the shadows in the dragon races, or to send them off to missions.
You had decided that you could not let Hiccup know about what you felt for him, even if it was eating you from the inside.
Your thoughts were interrupted by a voice outside your home.
“If you don’t go in there and confront her, I will,” a female voice whispered rather harshly.
“I really don’t think this is a good idea Astrid.”
“Well, it’s a good thing you don’t get paid for thinking then.”
At the sound of his name, you panicked slightly, but not much could be done, for not a moment later a knock on the door was heard.
“(Y/N)?”
You stood completely still, hoping that he would go away.
“(Y/N) I know you’re there. Gothi told us. I just want to talk.”
You sighed and silently cursed your mother before opening the door.
In front of you stood Astrid and Hiccup. The blonde girl stood with a friendly smile plastered on her face as she waved at you. You waved back shyly.
Hiccup however, appeared to be in a more serious mood.
“Can we talk? Please.”
‘Funny’ you thought.
You held on to the door, as if it was providing you with a life line. You didn’t want to talk, you were not good at talking. But your body seemed to disagree with your thoughts as you nodded.
Astrid patted Hiccup in the back before leaving.
You opened the door a little wider after an awkward a moment of silence had passed between the both of you, signaling to him that he was welcome in.
As soon as he stepped into your home, you occupied yourself with making tea.
“Why are you avoiding me?” he said as he sat on the table.
You froze, vikings did tend to be blunt.
How were you supposed to reply to that?
Hiccup suddenly took out his notebook. He slid it across the table and tapped the piece of wood he uses to write with to catch your attention before rolling it over so you could use it.
‘Not avoiding you’, you wrote.
“Yes you are. I just want to know why. Did I do something wrong? Because if I did, tell me, I can fix it. Or- or I can just leave you alone if that’s what you want.”
You tapped the piece of paper once again as a response to his question.
“Then what is going on?”
You picked up his notebook and quickly scribbled a single word down.
‘Tea?’
Hiccup sighed in frustration “(Y/N), please…”
‘I think you’re amazing and I probably might have developed a crush on you. And you taking me on that ride made me feel so alive, and I probably won’t ever feel that way again.’
‘I don’t know what you want me to say Haddock.’
“At least you’re using my last name now,” he said standing as he paced around angrily.
‘What’s that supposed to mean?’
“I’ll tell you what it’s supposed to mean (Y/N). I haven’t stopped thinking about you ever since I saw you that day in the forest. I have spend every day since then trying to pin you down and talk to you again or something, but you have gone out of your way to avoid me. I know you aren’t fond of talking, I understand that and I will not force you to do anything you’re not comfortable with. But now that I found you, you can’t even look me in the eyes. It’s maddening.”
You were left speechless.
“This was not a good idea,” he said as he made his way to the door. “I’ll leave you alone now, I’m sorry to bother yo-”
“I like you Hiccup,” you said in a low voice. It wasn’t big or showstopping, but it was something. It was a start, and if you where being honest, it was a sentence that you never thought would’ve left your lips if it hadn’t come to this.
He stopped in his tracks. “What?”
“I like you Hiccup,” you repeated, in a louder voice this time.
You have never heard a silence quite this loud before.
He turned to face you, disbelief plastered on his face. A tentative smile wanted to break through his lips. “Say it again, will you? My name. Please,” he said as he approached you and softly placed his hand on your cheek.
“Hiccup,” you whispered.
He kissed you.
And just like that, you felt as if you were on Toothless watching that sunset all over again. It was breathtaking.
“Again,” he pleaded.
“Hiccup,” you repeated louder this time with a small smile breaking through.
Another kiss.
“Again.”
“Hiccup.”
Kiss.
He laughed, his eyes glimmering with happiness.
“I like you too (Y/N).”
This time the kiss lasted a little longer than the previous ones had.
When you broke the kiss, he looked down at you with the most precious smile you’d ever seen.
“Hiccup,” you said, this time without him asking, a soft giggle accompanied the word.
Another kiss.
And as the cycle repeated itself again an again, you thought to yourself that maybe, just maybe, talking wasn’t so bad after all. Not if this was the outcome.
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I know the fandom is dying but I genuinely hope that you end up continuing confused because I am gripping onto dear life for any authors who still write for hiccup
I am too, anon 😩
I did end up deciding to rewrite/continue it and i've got a prologue written out. I just want to write the first chapter first so I can publish them at the same time, so that'll be happening soon!
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