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modern day httyd au but berk is just a british sailor village in the the middle of nowhere and also everyone is fucking STRAPPED

special interest so good it got me writing poetry

i like to think that night furies aren't all black and it's just toothless who's melanistic

Hi I saw your dragon hybrid (stormchaser sounds really cool by the way ^^)

I was wondering if request are open , can I ask for a night fury x sand wraith hybrid species please 🙏

Hi! Yours is the the first in the wave of asks I got when I posted that dragon hybrid, so a lot of the upcoming drawings are all going to be hybrids ^^

Thank you for letting me flex my brain a bit for these designs <3

Dragon #82 - Desert Fury

me when winter is almost here and i have an entire village to feed

They are finished!! Phew!

I worked on that boat for so long…

Httyd/undertale au by @shadowy-suitcase-herring-neck

Thanks for helping break my art block, Herring! I’m gonna go draw my oc hybrid now!

I made Killer have black irises instead of just voiding his sockets

And some people believe that loved ones that have passed away will watch over their families as cardinals. So Dust gets a cardinal.

no bc why does httyd not have any good fics? i remember years ago there were so many reader inserts, and i didn’t usually read them but like,, i remember that they were there, so where are they?? where did they go? and plus, httyd has 3 movies and a whole tv series so why does the fandom look so dead??

Me: Am I emotionally attached to a piece of music? Pfft. Of course not!

*Puts on how to train your dragon theme tune*

Me:*bawling my eyes out* goddamit

Thor x Female Hiccup Reader

In all of Valhalla, the Norse Gods knew of Dragons. How there were different species, with different attributes and abilities. The Norse knew how dangerous Dragons were, they either avoided them or killed them so, they didn’t attack villages.

But that changed when they saw someone flying on a Dragon. Even more so, a Viking. Those of the Norse Pantheon knew how much Vikings hated Dragons and normally exterminated them on sight. So, to see a Viking riding on the back of a dragon was a shock.    

When questioned about it, the Viking said that the heir to his tribe showed them that Dragons weren’t vicious beasts, that they could be trained. When asked about who the heir was, all they said was they rode on the back of a Night Fury.

As time went on more and more Vikings were started being seen on the backs of Dragons and not attacking each other.

It had been months later, when the Gods finally met the Dragon Rider who started it all.

Thor:

Thor met you by accident, he was creating a lightning storm. And because it was so cloudy, Thor didn’t realize he hit something until a roar and shriek sounded off. Startling him that he saw something black crash into the forest.

Normally Thor wasn’t the type to indulge in his curiosities, but something inside of him made him check it out.

After a few minutes of searching, did he find what had fallen from the sky. It was a big mass of black scales, that he instantly knew that it was a Night Fury.

The God tried to be quiet to get a better look at the creature, but he wasn’t as quiet as he thought, because the Night Fury’s head suddenly snapped towards the God of Thunder. It’s cat-like green eyes staring into his own.

Thor looked at the Dragon and noticed the what looked like a saddle on it’s back and it looked like it was missing a tail fin. He tensed when he heard the beast growl.

He was getting ready to fight when a voice cried out “Toothless!” and out of nowhere, a young woman ran in front of the Night Fury – ‘Toothless’ Thor’s mind supplied – she took out a sword, the blade catching on fire. Ready to protect the Dragon behind her.

And that was how the God of Thunder, met the Dragon Master.

After that encounter, the two of you became good friends. After the mishap with Thor accidentally striking the both you and Toothless to the ground, you guys got along quite well. Even Toothless got along well with him (even if the larger male gave him extra fish when you weren’t looking).

You told him how you came across Toothless, how you lost your leg to the Red Death. How hard you worked for Vikings and Dragons to co-exist, and protecting Dragons from those who hunt dragons. Thor wouldn’t say it out loud but he admired, that about you, how you always strived to do the right thing and protecting others.

It was one of the reasons why he fell in love with you.

While you weren’t like the other Vikings, he wouldn’t have you any other way.

Thinking about how when I got into my Tuffnut brainrot phase I also started listening to Bo Burnham, and now I associate the two of them with each other

I can't listen to "Art is dead" without picturing Tuffnut singing it and playing the piano

I've finished reading both Fourth Wing and Iron Flame this weekend because what even is reading at a normal speed and all I have to say is:

Viggo as Xaden and Hiccup as Violet I rest my case

Okay but being completely honest I couldn't stop finding parallels (wether they were there or not) between httyd characters/plot points and the books', I wonder if I'll ever write some kind of Vigcup fic set in a fourth wing AU

FAVOURITE DRAGON SPOTTED IN THE WILD

criminally underrated dragon

He's trying his best and so will I, thank you awkwardly encouraging Viggo

For the drawing game, Viggo attempting a facial expression he isn't used to? God knows he only has smug asshole, and unamused and tired

he's just trying to be encouraging...

For no reason in particular I think I'm gonna start watching Vinland saga

They are really similar

Started Vinland saga totally not because of askeladd, watched the first four eps, and I can't stop thinking about Dagur (and maybe Heather too?) trying/using regularly the shroom the Bjorn eats before fighting Thors. I feel like Dagur with his Berserker pride and Berserker cry into battle and everything would have at least tried it once or twice, especially more so in his more deranged years

. Oh

Yeah okay time to go back to writing modern AU Viggo fics I guess

I liked to draw Viggo in glasses

I JUST LIKED THE SHOT.

Been having thoughts about a httyd Sona/oc I haven't developed much due to... Checks notes ah yes, burnt out.

BUT I want to be more active here (the community is so lovely and I want to be part of it so badly) and I want more imaginary people and plots in my head for when parallel computing gets too boring or overwhelming. So small ramble incoming:

Her name is Hilda Hávarðr! She is around Hiccup's age, a couple years older but she doesn't look it that much

She has a physical problem that makes it so she can't do much sport or anything that involves her left knee dealing with much pressure (projecting my irl issues into sonas goes brrr). As such, she can't fight, so since an early age she has been training with Gothi to become a healer. She still feels like she isn't enough, but being able to help by healing those who fight gives him some sort of peace

She has a little sister called Ebba, around 8 years younger. She looks up to Hilda because "she does weird magic to make others feel better, and that's pretty cool" (aka Hilda makes potions and medicine for those who need it)

Her father, Eivor, is one of *the* warriors, when he isn't fighting in a war, being pulled by Stoick to find the dragon's nest, or drinking with Spitelout, he is training young kids to fight. After finding out her first born was not only a girl instead of a boy like he had hoped, but also not fit for battle, Eivor and Hilda's relationship plummeted

Her mother, Sigrid, was once a teacher in Berk that taught young kids how to read and do basic math, but with Hilda's tough pregnancy she was forced to stop for a while. Afterwards she needed a long rest period, not to mention caring for Hilda on her own since the war with the dragons made it so her husband was fighting or training others all the time. She resents Hilda though since she was the first nail in the coffin to her teacher career, thought she has some respect for her as she grows up to be a formidable healer

Her dragon is a woolly howl named Boreas, and while they didn't meet in the most ideal situation, their bond is as strong as they go. They don't meet until 3 or 4 months after the red death's death

She isn't part of the main gang until rtte, but knows most of them:

Hilda is in friendly terms with Hiccup and the twins mostly, Hiccup because he goes to Gothi and her for ghost pain and other issues related to his missing leg. The twins are there almost daily, either themselves after a trick with their dragon gone badly or mentioned by some poor viking that got injured in one of their pranks. The twins eventually go to her instead of Gothi if they have some minor issue since Gothi tends to hit them with her staff to reprimand them for their carelessness, while Hilda just sighs and helps them

Given they are both shy at first, she doesn't know Fishlegs much, but sometimes she spots him in the forest looking for some rare plant she's also trying to find and they chat about why they are interested in it. Fishlegs considers her a friend but since she's intimidated by the idea of being close to anyone in the gang, mainly because they are considered Berk's heros and she sees herself as incredibly inferior to them, she only thinks of him as an acquaintance

She doesn't get along with Astrid or Snotlout. They aren't in bad terms by no means but the fact that they are warriors brings lots of issues back (along with some jealousy). With Snotlout it doesn't help that he wasn't the kindest to her when they were younger, getting mocked for not being "a real Viking" since she couldn't fight, and with Astrid she is jealous that despite being a woman she turned into such an amazing warrior; she represents all Hilda wanted to become to make her father happy yet couldn't

And that's it for now! I have a lot more to share and I've kinda started a fic focused on the beginning of her arch, but haven't polished it too much yet. I want her to be a chaotic good entity, she will help and heal those who need it but she will also break so many rules and do whatever it takes to get there

Anyway, if you are still here thanks for reading! Hopefully I'll keep posting and won't forget about this but who knows

The first appearance that made me fall in love with him

Day 1: "Ruffled hair"

Hilda let out a heavy yawn as she flopped down onto her bed, exhausted, the bedframe creaking underneath her weight, complaining about the sudden weight it had to support. The young healer groaned, tiredness and discomfort flowing freely through her body. It had been a rather long day—not only did she have to deal with the twins messing around with poison from speed stingers in the morning, which led to her finding out they had also exhausted her already low stock of antidote, which in turn lead to an almost day-long expedition to nearby islands to look for the needed ingredients and make once more some bottles of said antidote… but she also had to fly rather late at night to the dragon hunters’ base to retrieve some ingredients Viggo had promised her. While the journey wasn’t too long or exhausting, on her way back to Dragon’s Edge she faced the added issue of a sudden rain.

Rain didn’t prove much of an issue for most riders, not with how light it had been anyway; they would just soar above the clouds to avoid the light drizzle, or maybe even fly through it if the journey wasn’t too long. But neither of those was an option for Hilda and Boreas. Neither of them had the greatest sense of direction, and so dragon and rider relayed on rock formations and island shapes to know whether they were flying in the right direction or getting absolutely lost, which made it so they were forced to fly underneath the clouds for longer flights like that one. To make matters worse, as a woolly howl, there was a considerable amount of hair coating the dragon’s body. The unexpected rain, or any contact with water really, proved incredibly tedious at best and dangerous at worse for his kind. They had been relatively lucky as the rain didn’t grow into a storm, though, yet by the time Boreas landed on the dragon’s edge, his weight had increased and made it all that much harder to fly, not to mention how sluggish the usually agile dragon felt. But, they had made it, and now they were both utterly spent and drenched.

Hilda groaned as she forced herself to rise from her soft, inviting bed, painfully aware that sleeping in soaked clothing would only make things much worse for her. She took off her boots and coat, her vest and pants soon following as she looked for some kind of bucket to let them dry in, not caring much about how they’d get wrinkly rather fast if she didn’t stretch them out properly. Finding a cloth to dry her hair, the young healer approached the wooden chest that lay underneath her bed and stored all her clothes, some neatly folded and some others thrown in there without a care in the world. She fetched a clean pair of pants and a comfortable shirt, not minding whether they were outside clothes or inside ones. She just wanted to sleep.

Boreas, however, had other plans. The dragon growled softly from outside the hut, making Hilda glance in his direction to check on the beast. He was scratching the ground, lifting some dirt with his claws, his growls soft and persistent. Hilda sighed, knowing what that meant: her dragon was seeking her attention, and guessing by the urgency of his pawing, her help too. She walked towards the door, a bit groggy from the tiredness and with her towel on her head, awkwardly sitting on the top of her ruffled hair.

“What's wrong, big guy?” Hilda inquired as she knelt down, knowing that her dragon preferred it when they were at the same eye level. Boreas growled once more and shook without previous warning, spraying Hilda’s face with a cascade of drops of water. She tried to raise her hands and cover herself, yet the dragon had been too quick, and her reflexes were rather slow after the long day. She sighed, giving Boreas a bit of a glare. “What was that for?”, the young healer asked as she dried her face off with her towel. The dragon roared now, as if impatient, and Hilda merely stared at him, blinking. It took her longer than she cared to admit to notice what the issue was. Right, the water. Boreas didn't like being wet. In fact, the woolly howl despised water. Hilda had observed a similar reaction to water coming from other snow dragons, and with Hiccup they had hypothesized that it was in their nature to avoid big bodies of water. After all, it wasn't the same to swim in a lake with lukewarm water than one with freezing temperatures, the latter much more common in these dragons’ habitats. A self-preservation instinct buried in their blood, one that prevented those animals from trying to swim in cold water and dying trapped underneath a layer of ice or frozen to death. If Boreas had been a wild dragon, Hilda would have applauded this system. But given he no longer lived in those snowy and desolate mountains they had first met at, his rider found this quirk of his rather annoying. Of course, she didn't blame him for it. It was nature at its finest, and at least the dragon was kind enough to let her bathe him once or twice a year. That was something. But now, soaked in the rain’s water and cold from the chilly air of the night, the dragon looked at her with pleading eyes.

“I get it, I get it. Let's get you dry again”, Hilda murmured and petted his snout with care as she thought of the most efficient way to go about this. They had a big enough hearth of sorts in the clubhouse, but firing it up would probably catch the attention of Fishlegs, who was on watch duty at the moment, and it would have been awfully suspicious of her to show up at those hours of the night with a soaked dragon and no reasonable explanation that didn’t involve secretly flying off in the middle of the night. Starting a campfire right there, then? The rider surveyed her surroundings with a thoughtful expression, only to dismiss the idea. It would take too long to gather the necessary materials to craft a bonfire big enough to dry her dragon, and given Borea's inability to breathe fire, it would take her even longer to light the whole thing up. She glanced back at her dragon, her brows furrowed in thought and later in worry. It was clear the beast was uncomfortable, something that Hilda didn’t appreciate, even less given she knew she could help him. So, keeping a tired sigh to herself, she went inside her hut once more and rummaged through her things until she found a few more towels. “Alright, you big ball of fur, time for… whatever the opposite of a bath is”. The dragon huffed, throwing some of his icy breath at Hilda. “Yeah, well, you try to be funny when you are this tired. Now shut it, mister, and collaborate with me here”

The young healer kneeled down, her dragon begrudgingly laying on the grass as well, and she started drying him as gently as she could. She knew Boreas loathed the feeling of towels, scratchy and uncomfortable, but there was no other way to do it. At least, no one that Hilda’s exhausted mind could come up with. Fighting off a yawn, she felt her eyelids growing heavy, yet she persisted. The smell that reached her nostrils as she shook the dragon’s fur wasn’t anything pleasant either, an unpleasant scent that wafted to her nose, a musky and sweaty blend reminiscent of a Viking long overdue for a bath. But she kept going. Amused, she noticed how, as she dried some portions of his fur, the hair became ruffled and fluffed up, which her dragon didn’t appreciate as much. She untangled some strands of fur with her fingers, careful not to hurt the dragon, and combed his hide to keep it nice and tidy. Without noticing, she began humming a song as she worked, a soft melody that seemed to soothe Boreas, who lowered his head upon his front paws and calmly swayed his tail from side to side. The lazy beast could be grumpy at times, but Hilda had learnt enough about his tells to know he was at peace then. With a smile and newfound strength, she continued her meticulous care, keeping up both the untangling and the drying.

It took a couple of hours—some of the most exhaustive, monotone hours she had gone through, but Boreas was finally dry. Well, not completely; his fur was still moist to the touch, but both rider and dragon were happy with the result. Plus, the young healer had taken the liberty to braid a section of his fur, and that along with how happy and comfortable Boreas looked now, made her feel like her efforts had been worth it.

Hilda’s gaze travelled upwards towards the night sky, wondering how many hours of sleep she had left to enjoy, and maybe entertaining the thought of hiding in the edge’s cave system just to sleep in and avoid Hiccup’s inevitable scolding once he found her. A gentle touch on her hand brought her back to earth, and a warm smile tugged at her lips as she saw her dragon’s snout bumping into her palm. Hilda let out a tired, yet pleased yawn. “Good night, big guy”, she mumbled as she lay down on the grass. Boreas curled up around her, his fluffy and soft fur providing shelter from the biting cold. The dragon’s purring filled the night as he, too, drifted to sleep, closing his eyes. “I love you too”, Hilda mumbled back as sleep enveloped her in its gentle embrace.