fuckyeahthehawkseye THAT’S RIGHT I RECALL THAT

"I looooved your drabble about pre-marital knocked up Astrid. Anyway we could get a part 2 from Astrid’s POV? (sorry more than a character and one word =] )"

^you guys I don’t remember this? Can somebody point me to my own drabble? >.

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otaku-otalgia asked: Hiccup - Lazy 👌

"You should be ashamed of yourself," Astrid accused with a frown.

Hiccup shrugged and shook his head, closing his eyes as he laid back against the pillow. “I’m the chief of a very busy, very productive village. I’m tired. I’m so weak. I can hardly lift my arms.”

"Yeah yeah yeah," she muttered, smoothing her hands down her bare chest. She tossed her loose hair over her shoulder and twisted her hips up and over in a way that made him hum with pleasure. "Laziness."

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Anonymous asked: Valka, home!

Her fingertips trailed over countertops and the mantle, across each individual panel in the walls. She memorized every hook and knot and rough, splintering whorl. She inhaled deep the sweet smell of wood, the smokey ashes in the hearth. It clung to her clothes and her hair.

This wasn’t the house she’d started a family in. That one had been burned down and rebuilt a thousand times over. It was completely unfamiliar, an empty shell of a thing she’d have to learn. But this place had furs that smelled like her husband slung over the chair. And her son’s inventions littered the upstairs desk. Their footprints left invisible memories up and down the staircase.

This was somewhere she’d never been in her life. But it was home.

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mythologyrose asked: Ruffnut flower please :D

She tore off a petal between her thumb and forefinger, rubbing the velvety piece until her skin was stained a bright red. With a half smirk, she had the thought that it looked like it was bleeding.

"So… Do you like it?" Snotlout obviously was attempting a casualty he didn’t possess. He folded his arms over his chest and straightened his shoulders.

Pausing, Ruffnut looked up from the maimed flower. Then she rubbed her thumb down his jaw, trailing a path of red across his face. She fought a smile. “It’s alright.”

Okay you guys it’s a mini drabble day. throw me a character and a one word prompt.

thebrookeofdragons:

satan-chan:

Incredible cosplay

oh my GODS.

Take me

thebrookeofdragons:

satan-chan:

Incredible cosplay

oh my GODS.

Take me

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Anonymous asked: Hi! I had a really shitty day... What about some sad httyd drabble?

Nobody said anything when Astrid suddenly leaned away, tears already leaving streaks down her ash-stained cheeks. They didn’t say anything when she started tearing the cord from her braid and ripping her hair free with rough and clumsy fingers. Snotlout averted his gaze, burying his face in Ruffnut’s neck with uncharacteristic consideration.

"C’mon you idiot," she breathed, gold waves fanning around her face. "Open your eyes." She took the chief’s limp, dirty hand in her own and pressed it to her hair. "Feel? I took it down for you."

Fishlegs knelt to her level. “Astrid. He’s not…”

"Shut up," she hissed, tears thick in her throat. "Hiccup, come on. I made you wait five years, and you’re not gonna look at it?" Weaving his too-still fingers through her tangled curls, she choked on a sob. "Look at it! I took it down and you’re not going to look at it?"

A heavy silence amplified her wet pleas, the broken timbre of her begging.

"Open your eyes! Please, just look at me!" Astrid’s expression twisted with agony. She drew his hand through her shining hair— gold and glimmering in the gray, smoky aftermath of war.

"I’m so sorry," she whispered, leaning over and pressing her forehead to his chest. "I should’ve showed you sooner. I should’ve done it sooner."

elusivist:

souluvadragon replied to your post “I’m gonna do it. I’m gonna get the HTTYD tattoo. The chief symbol. …”

Yoooo I’m def getting it too…….. We need to start an httyd tattoo club

I WANT IT SO BAD

lets invite hiilikedragons

YES. Invite Cat.

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ohpatricia asked: "Chapter twenty is actually one I’ve been excited to write since chapter three, so I don’t imagine it’ll be too hard to make myself sit down and write it." Cat what are you planning

LMAO.

I can’t tell.