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https://archiveofourown.org/series/3869896

I've decided to start writing here from time to time just to share my fic ideas/mood boards/headcanons to even snippets of fics I'm in the process of writing. All are surrounding genderbend Hiccstrid, my beloved ones.

Miss Sympathy and Mr. Perfect Stuck-up have been at odds since forever. Never cordial or amicable, just always eager to show their teeth and berate the other.

Hela Horrendous Haddock III has three things clear in her life: dragons deserve to be protected, her father is disappointed in her and Asher Hofferson is an imbecile, the biggest Berk has had the misfortune to witness. She’s been pretty sure of where she stands. It only takes a fight, an encounter and a fateful flight to make her reconsider everything she has upheld.

Berk’s forest hides numerous secrets. Some bigger, some smaller, but important nonetheless.

Its thick vegetation and woods don’t guarantee those secrets will be kept unkown forever. Some seep through the smallest of gaps between branches, and others escape flying high up in the sky.

“Sorry I’m late!” A voice calls behind them. The timber has been familiar for years to his untrained hearing, there’s no need to turn around for the blonde to know who it is. Still, he does so nevertheless.

When he turns around, his mouth hangs slack. In Asher’s defense, he’s been caught off guard.

She’s jaw-dropping as a minimum and spellbinding without any value judgement.

Holy shit.

A peaceful island —or as peaceful as it can be when dragons stalk. Its inhabitants are as stubborn as mules, gossipers by nature and fierce by blood. With its constant dragon attacks nothing in Berk is ordinary, though I wonder if there’s something in the North…

Asher Hofferson has little sympathy for dragons. It’s rational: they slaughter Berk day after day and only bring misfortunes. He’s determined in his stance. There’s only one right choice, one where dragons are not alive.

Troubled by the burden of everyone’s eyes on him, he might have to face a truth he’s not ready to admit. One chasing him during days, yes, but also during nights.

Hela Horrendous Haddock III has three things clear in her life: dragons deserve to be protected, her father is disappointed in her and Asher Hofferson is an imbecile, the biggest Berk has had the misfortune to witness.

She’s been pretty sure of where she stands. It only takes a fight, an encounter and a fateful flight to make her reconsider everything she has upheld.

Coming soon.

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Her eyes widened in surprise, and the steady knot on her stomach began to untangle as her brain processed that her husband returned from the village’s raid. Heavy-limbed, the blonde appeared in their shared bedroom.

For a moment, his eyes didn’t reach hers, the Hofferson holding his head down. The remains of poorly washed blood stained his arms and clothing; his armor discarded, and his hands shook unnoticeably to the common eye. Hela, however, caught up on the tremble immediately.

When their eyes finally met, the Haddock was not surprised to see unshed tears on his, threatening to spill.

Coming soon, 17/04/2026.

My general moodboard for when I write about fem hiccup in pre-teens and early teens. I might post more when I find more pics hehe. Her hair is another topic for another post!

I'm having more trouble finding one for Asher lol.

Try as they might, Hela and Asher are not the couple to have nickname for each other at the start of their relationship. It's too corny for their taste, too awkward to say it seriously, even more with the Thorston' twins around them. They only manage to call each other babe, any other thing has each other cringing.

As years pass, the cringe dies down slowly. 'Darling' is cooed teasingly, 'love' is reserved to more vulnerable moments where the other needs it, a caress direct to the aching heart to soothe it. 'Honey' is more acceptable when they are around friends; even more enjoyable when, in the privacy of their bedroom, it is whispered in dozed mumbles with fingers carded in the scalp, tracing random patterns to relax after a tiring day.