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milksuu · 14 days

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ᴀ ʀᴜʟᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴀꜱʜ & ꜱᴛᴏʀᴍ ───── ♛

pairing: evil!hiccup x f!mute!reader

wc: 1.7k

tw: yandere, implied kidnapping, obsessive/possessive behavior, mention of blood/violence, mention of death

synopsis: You regretted the day they left him for dead. And you’d regret the day you ever saw him again—he’d make sure of that.

A burnish gleam of orange blazed in the bleakness of night.

You watched from your hilltop window—the thatched roofs off the eastern slopes of Berk twisting and writhing in flames. Even from a distance, you heard the breaking moans of ceilings, the cracks and bends of collapsing wooden structures, and the piercing wails of scales met with sharp edges of iron. Despite The Red Death’s fall, dragon raids still plagued the lands.

Perhaps it was all a sign of retribution.

You were told to stay within the safe confines of your home. Your father hadn’t wanted to risk your life, considering how precious you’d become. The next Seer in line after Gothi, gifted with spiritual wisdom, healing, and authority of officiating the next chief.

But the price to pay had been steep.

The house was dark, not even the smallest candle lit. Nothing that would draw a glimmer of attention to the home. A creak ached the roof above, and you flitted your nose up to the rafters, drawing lines across the ceiling. Nothing but your shallow breaths filled the silent dark.

The hearth then erupted with flame and spark, jolting you from back to neck bone. Had you any voice, a strangled scream would’ve fluttered out of your throat. Twisting, you had almost forgotten to breathe. A figure shrouded in shadow and leather stood beside the crackling firewood. Light and dark danced in an undulating battle across the strangers’ features–revealing a horrifying familiarity.

“Hope you don’t mind if I warm this place up a bit.” That voice, boy-ish in tone, lacked any hint of innocence or niceties. He stretched a gloved hand towards the licking flames, doing nothing to warm the ice coating his insides. “Couldn’t help but notice you looked a little cold and—alone.”

A snap of wood made you flinch; addressing him with quivering lips and dilated eyes. Your long-lost greeting didn’t forebode well.

Every piece of leather tightened around his body as he shifted. Turning to ensnare you within his talon like stare. When embers casted a sheen across his face, you braced against the sight. Soft features long since abandoned, reforged into a visage of cold iron. Carved and littered with scars and nicks across his furrowed brows, cheeks, and clenched jaw line.

“Well, this is kind of embarrassing. Wait, no. That’s not the word I was looking for. More like—disappointing. That sounds like a better fit. For you and everyone else here.” Hiccup stalked forward, a contraption of metal clanking and scratching against the splintering floors. Each step clanged through you, until he stood one heartbeat away. “After all these years, I’d thought you’d have a bit more to say than a blank stare. Every night, I dreamed about how this conversation would go. Just like how I dreamed things could be better than what they were. Funny how you can plan for things to go a certain way, but then…”

He pressed his hands at each side of your head, the glass window behind begging to crack from the pressure. His scent permeated, forcing you to swallow. Once smelling of spring honey and rolling glades, now sundered to singe your senses like bone ash and lightning storms.

“Looks like I’m not the only one who’s a little different.” He placed a calloused finger into the dip of your clavicle. He dug and dug until your pained gasp fell deaf to his ears. Tilting his head, he curled the lip of his mouth. “So, just like Gothi, you gave up your voice. Good—great, actually. This works out better for me.”

The smile that crept over his lips never made it up to his eyes. Not like before. Those vibrant meadows sullied into a sickly, muddled green. Thick and ichorous. And dared you stare long enough, you could never trudge your way out. Although you already felt stuck within them, your hand slipped silently into the pocket of your dress, where your fingers brushed against the hilt of a dagger.

You drew it a mere inch before his hand captured yours, twisting until he pried it into his possession.

“Come on. We both know you were never good at fighting.” He chuckled, wagging the sharpest point between your trembling eyes. “I’ll admit it. I wasn’t either back then. That’s something we had in common…until I had to be. Guess that didn’t work out in anyone’s favor on this wet piece of rock. Now, did it?”

Your vision blurred. Screams of the village roared in your ears. Screeches of dragons pierced through the air, engulfed in smoke and fire. Having consumed so much in its wake, you felt the heat of chaos leech into the glass. Searing your back pressed against it.

“Woah. Hey, don’t cry. It’s fine. Don’t worry about it,” he swept a rough thumb over a falling tear stain. “Not all of them will die tonight. I mean, just think about it for a second. Can’t be chief and rule over a bunch of burnt corpses. How counterintuitive would that be?”

“As for you though…” he continued, and your heart stalled as he traced the cold metal down your flush cheek and neck, pausing just above your breastbone. “I’m only standing here, watching everything and everyone turn to ash around us, all because of you. And don't tell me you don't remember. When you mended my leg. Somehow kept me from bleeding out. Just before the entire village abandoned me.” His clouded eyes narrowed down. “Including you.”

Releasing you from his pinning weight, your legs wobbled. As if he hadn’t just snatched your foothold underneath. Terror kept your feet webbed in place, watching as he twirled your dagger in his fingers like a child's play thing. Crouching near the fire, he mindlessly poked and prodded at the stoking wood. He picked away a scrap of charred chipping, before plunging the blade into the flank of the burning log. You gazed at him, chest tight, aching. How he hadn’t flinched when the fire slicked around his hand like oil.

He dragged the smoldering stump from the hearth, creating a scorched line. When the licks of fire seeped into the house floors, he rose, one vertebra at a time.

“If I’m being honest, I probably would’ve done the same thing.” He unhooked a masked contraption from his belt buckle and tightened it over his face. The eye sockets were of yellow stained sea glass, and the mouth of it appeared like a muzzle of iron teeth. “Leave something already weak, then crippled to survive on its own. Gambling on the high-stakes of death. So sure of the outcome, no one bothered to turn over a shoulder.” Hellfire rose and swelled in the reflection of his mask. “Maybe they should’ve.”

The rapid hunger of the hearth fire blazed and curled across the floor of the home. Heat lapped towards your skin, drawing out sweat from your pores. Dense smoke began filling the wooden death chamber. You inhaled the black snowflakes, searing your lungs once they melted inside you. You slapped a hard hand over your mouth, coughing and shuddering against it. A pang of panic willed your body to move. You attempted to open the window behind you, but to your horror, it had been welded to the frame.

Your eyes watered, hugging the wall as you traced it to the door. When the handle clattered against your pulls and tugs, a ghostly laugh floated around you. The metal was bolted shut from the outside. A bout of nausea cramped your stomach. Fear darted your eyes toward the stairs, where the flames hadn’t yet reached—but soon. Perhaps the window of your room hadn’t been tampered with.

You darted towards the steps, and before you could place one foot up, a black beast stalked from the darkness of the second floor.

The floating embers danced hauntingly over the onyx scales, and gashes rippled in the firelight. Revealing wounds healed twice, perhaps three times over. That body of night perfectly reflected it's master’s outward appearance.

And as you drowned in those feral slits of pure abandon, it was apparent they also shared the same broken, unmendable soul.

“Oh. You remember Toothless, don’t you?” Your face paled, backing slowly as the Nightfury slithered down the steps like black ink. A predatory growl rumbled above the snapping and collapsing wood around you. Hiccup sauntered to the dragon’s side, patting the thick of his neck, pulsing with power. Another laugh at your expense. “Looks like he remembers you.”

You fought the claw of unconsciousness raking over every part of you. Choking, straining against your hand pathetically covering your mouth.

“Since you did me a favor back then, I’m going to give you one chance to make it up to me.” The mask muffled his voice, but the wickedness screamed, rattling your veins. “You can either choose to stay here and burn with the rest of Berk or…” he lifted a hand, hardly an invitation, but a devilish bargain. “You can choose me.”

In the thick of your pounding head and chest, you considered burning to death was the wiser option of the two. All that he was—what he’d inevitably become—held no promise of a life worth degrading yourself for. Nothing about you would be spared. And it wouldn’t be long till you dropped on hands and knees, begging for him to take your life. To end his drawn out game of torture. One he’d carefully crafted for years and years.

Just for you, only for you.

Still, you clung to life. A measly mortal thread. Your shaking hand lifted, painfully reaching for his fingertips. One step forward, and the world spun in wisps of red and black. Your lungs and heart throbbed, practically seizing. A calculated arm caught you, cradling you wholly, close as any lover would.

“Good choice.”

You heard the waning words of approval, and through the fading light of your vision, something fastened over your face. Your last conscious breath had been clean, airy—a pleasant contrast to the toxic fumes.

Then, nothing.

#hiccup #hiccup x reader #hiccup imagines #hiccup haddock #httyd #httyd fanfiction #httyd x reader #httyd imagines #how to train your dragon #evil!hiccup #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere male #reader insert #x reader #fem reader

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perfectlyfrosty · 2 months

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“WAKE UP!!”

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notemaker · 8 months

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(He's a theatre kid.) Mikey: Dw guys he's just having fun.

Leo: Right. I feel like every day he's one step closer to his villain era. Raph: wait...wasn't he, already?

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nameless-inklings · 1 year

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#the school of good and evil au #really its just a #fairytale au #hijack fairytale au #the big four #implied #if i ever get there #hijack #hiccup horrendous haddock lll #Jack Frost #my art #sketch

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blakeblueboi · 1 year

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“Odin, forgive me…” Hiccup whispered as the head of the leviathan slowly rose overhead to block out the sun. The shadow engulfed in a sea of darkness as the leviathan’s six eyes all stared down at him. With a heavy paw, the giant dragon stepped forward, crushing a hut under its talons as it approached. It’s massive jaws slowly opened to reveal teeth as long as his swords and as wide as his hips. The maw of the giant slowly descended on him as the sounds of screams and sobs died to silence. His ears rang as the humidity of the dragon’s mouth wafted over him. He was going to die. After everything he’d been through, everything he’d done to get to where he was now. After killing that dragon— this was his end. It was poetic in a way. And in a way, Hiccup felt a sort of peace as those jaws slowly started to close around him. His eyes slid shut. And with a great snap, the leviathan’s jaws closed around him.

- Untitled Excerpt from the Times Entangled AU

Unfinished sketch under the cut

#hijack #frostcup #jackycup #Times Entangled au #evil hiccup #morally grey hiccup #hiccup horrendous haddock iii #httyd au #how to train your dragon #my art

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saturnniidae · 3 months

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I love the idea of Hiccup being plagued with guilt whenever he's not able to bond with a dragon or has to fight one (despite it often being self defense he has no choice in). Like, the whole thing with the skrill probably weighed on him for years until they caught it again and he chose to release it.

#cant exactly blame him for the skrill #it was a hostile dragon he couldn't let dagur have it it was the only solution he saw at the time #he was just a kid then too #but whenever he has to fight a 'bad dragon' he must feel so guilty #like he knows dragons are like humans in the sense they have equal capacity for good and evil #and are sometimes even intelligent enough to be aware of it #but whenever he has to fight one (possibly even kill it) he probably thinks to himself 'doesn't this make me no better than the hunters?'#logically he knows its different but its always hard to separate stuff like that to overcome guilt #anyways yeah ty for attending my hc ramble if you actually read the tags ily #httyd #httyd rtte #rtte #hiccup haddock #httyd headcanon #httyd dob #hiccup headcanon #how to train your dragon headcanon #moth.txt #httyd brainrot #httyd headcanons

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mayonesavegana · 1 month

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Today I discovered through my favorite characters that my type is smart people, nerds, sunshine idiots, women who could destroy me and boys who could be Spider-Man.

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harmonie-writes · 1 year

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Alternate Universe One-shot

Evil!Hiccup Haddock III x gn!reader

Okay…. So I saw a video by P4perback on Instagram, and it inspired this little prompt.

P4perback video

Warnings: violence, angst, mentions of death, language, blood, and a slight change to the second movie

Word count: ~1k

Masterlist

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"Hiccup, what're you doing?" You pulled your helmet off, lowering your axe slightly as you stepped up to the man you once called a friend.

"What do you think, my dear, YN? I'm doing what I do best," he gestures broadly around him to the various dragons aboard the ship, "training dragons."

You grit your teeth as you place a hand on Toothless' head, and raise your axe toward the person you once called a friend.

"This isn't you Hiccup, what would-"

He cut you off by igniting his sword, pain, and anger rolling off him. "Don't you ever mention her name! You have no right to speak her name to me!"

You swallowed thickly, but kept a firm grip on your axe.

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The day that Drago went to challenge the other Alpha, one that ended in bloodshed and the loss of the dragons.

Hiccup was aiding his mother in releasing dragons from steel traps. You had been confronted by Drago after falling off your dragon.

"Where's the Dragon Master?" He snarled, brandishing his hooked staff in your direction.

"I will never tell you where he is," you snap back.

At your defiance, Drago swung his staff at you, and the sheer force of trying to block it had sent you to your knees. The only person, or dragon, to notice your distress and losing battle was Toothless, who had left Hiccup's side to aid you. And what a mistake that had been.

A dying screech rang through the air as Drago's alpha came out victorious.

"Where's your alpha now?" He grinned at you. Waving his staff above his head and yelling like a banshee as he drew the alpha's attention before pointing at Toothless.

"What're you doing," your brows furrow, before realizing too late that he was gaining control of the dragons.

"Toothless, hey," you drop your axe, attempting to get Toothless to see you.

"YN!" Astrid yelled, sprinting in your direction. She watched with wide, blue eyes as Toothless opened his maw to blast. "Run!"

You feel a hard shove and heat graze above you before you feel the cold of the snow.

"Astrid?" You call dazed, but you swear you hear it twice.

Crawling from your spot, you see the blonde under a pile of snow that's slowly beginning to stain red. You're still on your hands and knees as you watch Hiccup run and collapse at the side of your friend, frantically searching for a heartbeat.

You only begin to stand when you see him shove Toothless away, one who is no longer being controlled by the alpha.

Gripping your shoulder, you hobble over, "H-Hiccup?"

You're met with a teary-eyed glare that has you halting midstep.

"Get out of here!" He yells, bringing Astrid closer to his chest, "It should've been you!"

"Hiccup, no, please," you beg, reaching out a hand like you're trying to tame a dragon.

He swats it away harshly, "Both of you! Leave!"

Toothless whimpers, but lets you mount his saddle before you both fly away from the remaining riders.

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Your heart aches for the person you once had feelings for, the one who ultimately threw away whatever relationship you had. Even the one with his dragon.

You gesture broadly around you to the bodies lying lifeless on the boat. "So this, this is what you've been doing? Slaughtering those who oppose you?" Your eyes narrow on his lax figure.

"Wouldn't you do the same? If you had the one you loved ripped away from you like that?"

You watch the way he talks with his hands, following the movement of the hand holding the lit sword.

"You're no better than Drago," you seethe, taking a step in his direction, and you see the way he bristles at the name.

"I'm nothing like him!"

"But you are! Using dragons against people who don't agree with you!"

Hiccup lunges at you but stops a few feet short as Toothless blasts the deck in front of him.

"You're no better, you traitor!" His voice breaks, seeing two people he used to call friends, fight him.

Growls rip from the Nightfury's throat, mouth glowing with a faint purple light as he readies another blast.

"He was under the influence of the alpha, Hiccup! What was he supposed to do? He was aiming at me! Astrid pushed me out of the way!" You swing your axe at him.

Your axe and his sword are locked against each other.

"You shouldn't have been a shitty viking! Should've been better, should've been like her!" He manages to drop the locked weapons making you stumble as he swings his sword into your back.

You thought his words wouldn't get to you, but they still do, and now to top that with the stinging sensation in your back you crumple to the ground.

"You were always weak, spineless even," he took his booted foot and shoved you flat against the deck, successfully knocking the air out of you.

Rolling away from the downward swing of the blade, you ask, "and what about being the peacekeeper everyone talked about? Where did he go?"

"He died three years ago," he growled out, pointing his sword at your neck.

"Then let's end this," you grip the blade with your hand, cutting your fingers and palms in your grip.

There's the slightest look of hesitation flickers across his eyes before it vanishes completely. He uses his other hand to brace the sword, preparing to plunge it into your chest before you call out one last time.

"Toothless!"

He whirls around when he hears the all too familiar whistling of the Nightfury about to fire a blast.

#harmonie-writes #hiccup x reader #hiccup x astrid #hiccup horrendous haddick #hiccup x fem reader #hiccup fanfic #hiccup #hiccup angst #evil hiccup

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worldwhightnight · 1 year

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Hiccup Haddock the Rider of War

"This human world has been destroying dragons for too long, now it's time for our revenge"

Dragon Hunters should have accepted the peace earlier, but now it's too late. Their world will burn down.

#httyd #rtte #hiccup haddock #httyd fanart #evil!hiccup au #dragons

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steve-damngoodbabysitter · 18 days

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And with THE HICCUPS-BE-GONE-INATOR I WILL FINALLY ERASE THESE CURSED HICCUPS TRANSFERRING THEM ONTO ROGER, BECOMING MAYOR, AND TAKING OVER THE

T R I STATE AREAAAAA

#phineas and ferb #can you tell I’ve had hiccups four times today #pnf #heinz doofenshmirtz #doofenshmirtz evil incorporated

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aura-likes-all-the-things · 3 months

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Just realized, every hero has a right to go villain. Some more than others, of course, but to be a “hero” you have to go through some sort of trauma, those are the rules. And the one thing that defines the difference between a hero and the villain is how they react to that, right? So in essence, every hero has a right to go villain.

#izuku midoriya #mirabel madrigal #jack frost #hear me out #he was ignored for 300 years and the only people who acknowledged him tried to kick him out (the yeti’s)#c!tommy #obi wan kenobi #he totally could’ve gone evil and I would not have blamed him #hiccup haddock #I honestly wanted him to go evil #come burn Berk to the ground #can you tell I read a lot of villain fics?#cause I do #aura rants #am i wrong #I don’t think so

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milksuu · 1 year

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I swear evil hiccup has long hair and a femme fetale vibe

also perpetual bags under his eyes cause this boy cant stop scheming

#httyd #hiccup httyd #hiccup haddock #httyd fanart #how to train your dragon #evil!hiccup #httyd 2 #my art #quick fanfiction writers do the thing

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cloudycaffeinatedcryptid · 1 month

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The counselors vs Mr X from resident 2….who would survive and who would get killed?

*cracks knuckles* alright, time to bully some young adults. Mr X is SUCH a pursuit predator, so this is skewed heavily against our darling counselors, but let's go!!

Abi, my love, gets one shot. she cannot get away from him, she cannot stay out of his grabbing range, he bodies her through a cabin wall. Nick, the gangly son of a bitch, gets folded like a pretzel & buried. neither of them stand a chance against this monster of a man & honestly I'm just going to stay out of the way for this one. also both of them are screamers. he tracks them easily

unfortunately, Max & Dylan go out in a similar way this time. they both shriek, run, & then flail aimlessly when they get spotted. i think Dylan manages to get a little further away than Max, but I think Max puts up a longer fight when he does get got. it's mostly just kicking & writhing, but he's a squirmy motherfucker to pin down. i do think he manages to elbow Mr X in the throat during his thrashing, which I'm just so proud of him for

Emma & Jacob are both runners, but they've got good stamina & agility. i don't, unfortunately, think it saves either of them in the long run, but it gets them to the second act at least. Jacob lasts longer once Mr X actually gets his hands on him, but Emma manages to evade him for longer

now.... for the golden trio. Ryan, Laura, & Kaitlyn. not to play favorites, but I have decent belief in these three. if this is taking place in Hackett's Quarry, Ryan knows the campgrounds like the back of his hand, Laura & Kaitlyn are both aim gods with crazy stamina, & between the three of them, I truly believe they could keep him at enough of a distance to stay safe until they either figure out a way to kill him or escape. if this takes place in Racoon City, survival depends much more on how well they can scavenge, stick together, & get out of there

i'd love to hear y'all's thoughts on this :)

#throwing more nuggies on the fire #also sorry this took forever to answer been having minor hiccups on the personal life #yall know how it is #i love throwing my blorbos into Situations #the quarry #ask moth #mr x resident evil

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