next one will be astrid

Hiccstrid I’d like to see in Race to the Edge Season 5

We still have TWO WHOLE SEASONS people! 26 more episodes! How much Hiccstrid will be packed into there???? Oh I just can’t wait!!!!

Anyways, here are some things I’d love to see progress in the next season, and the one following that. 

1: Astrid braiding Hiccup’s hair

2: Hiccup or Astrid- or both- talking to Stoick about one another. 

3: Berk finding out that Hiccstrid is a couple.

4: Would love to see Astrid’s parents reactions, but since they haven’t become part of the franchise I doubt that’ll happen.

5: The terms “babe” and “milady” taking place. <3

6: Hiccup braiding Astrid’s hair.

7: Astrid having to take care of Hiccup.

8: Kisses on the cheek.

9: Another romantic flight together on Toothless.

10: The two of them starting the map.

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I Love You

Hiccup may be the Pride of Berk, but what if not everyone sees him like that? When a visiting tribe with a nasty group of bullies show up on Berk, five very protective teens will teach them why you don’t mess with the dragon riders.

Written because I hit 300 followers! Thanks so much, guys!

(Yes, the title is I Love You. Don’t ask.)

“I’m nervous.”

“No, really?” Snotlout drawled sarcastically from the chair he was sitting in. Astrid made a motion at him to cut it out, and continued to braid Hiccup’s hair.

“Hiccup, it’s fine. It’s just one peace treaty. Your dad just wants you to be there,” she said soothingly, enjoying the hair between her fingers.

“I know. But the youths never like me. Every time they visit” He pulled away from her hands, only to bury his face in her neck. “Why would they like me now?”

Fishlegs smiled at the sight. “Why wouldn’t they? Come on, what was the worst they did to you, call you skinny?”

Astrid felt Hiccup’s hot breath as he murmured an assent, and she knew he was hiding his face because he didn’t really want to answer. Her neck just happened to be there, but she didn’t half mind. She turned to press a kiss to the top of his head and then looked to see the twins come in.

“Did you plant the paint bomb in Sven’s house?”

“Of course,” Ruff said smugly, “did you doubt us, Astrid?”

“No.” She started running her fingers through Hiccup’s hair as the twins sat. Tuffnut raised an eye at them, and he made a face.

“Do you guys have to do that here?” He stuck his tongue out. “I mean, I’m happy for you guys and all, but…” He stood up, and had that Tuffnut look that she had grown so accustomed to. “What about the magic of friendship?”

Fishlegs and Snotlout both laughed, and Ruffnut stood up and shook a fist at them, making them shut up immediately. She turned to Astrid again.

“He has to go, by the way. The ship is about to arrive, I saw it.”

“No,” Hiccup whined, pressing closer to her and wrapping his arms around her waist. Astrid rolled her eyes.

“Snotlout,” she said loudly, “take him there.”

“Why do I have to do it?”

Fishlegs sighed. “Because you have to be there too, Snotlout. Ergo, you’re the best one for the job.”

“Ugh, fine. Come on, princess.” He jumped up, grabbing Hiccup, who clung to Astrid childishly before she pried him off and he followed Snotlout, pouting.

Astrid smiled. The L word was on the tip of her tongue these days, but she could wait, and so could he. There was no way Hiccup L-worded her.

“So,” she said, turning back to the twins, “how exactly did you get into Sven’s house?”

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Free Fall

“I have an idea.”

There was a time when that sentence didn’t make dread pool in the pit of Astrid’s stomach. Unfortunately, that time was long before she started dating Hiccup.

“What kind of an idea?” Astrid asked, squinting suspiciously at her boyfriend, who was flying a few feet above her and Stormfly. Hiccup grinned back, a playful flash of teeth that made his eyes glitter brightly.

The dread in Astrid’s stomach became a leaded weight.

“Just follow me!” He said in lieu of answering, pulling a lever on Toothless’ saddle. Before Astrid could demand a better response then that, Hiccup slipped to the side and off his dragon, plummeting to the sea below.

“Hiccup!” Astrid protested, hesitating for a split second. Gritting her teeth and mentally promising herself that she’d kill her boyfriend for this as soon as they were on solid ground, Astrid pulled her leg out of Stormfly’s saddle and dove after Hiccup.

She had never told anyone, but secretly she was actually a little scared of falling. She felt perfectly safe on the back of a dragon, but when she was all alone and the ground was coming closer at an alarming rate, Astrid always felt a little terrified. That stunt Snotlout had pulled when they were kids didn’t help matters at all, either.

In comparison, Hiccup was totally in his element in the air, with or without a dragon. She could see him below her, his back to the earth and a smile on his face with his arms stretched out like he was floating in a lake rather then potentially falling to his death. He grinned wider when he noticed Astrid was watching him, silently motioning her closer with his hand.

Annoyed, Astrid made a mental note to hurt him before she killed him.

It took some effort (Astrid was nowhere near as good at free falls as Hiccup) but eventually, Astrid managed to get closer to Hiccup. As soon as she was close enough, Hiccup extended his hand towards his girlfriend, who took it with no small sense of relief (it didn’t make much sense, but falling with Hiccup somehow felt safer then falling by herself). Astrid was about to demand what the point of all of this was, when Hiccup suddenly pulled her in closer. The wind rushed around them as Hiccup wrapped his free hand around Astrid waist, guiding her in close to kiss her passionately on the lips.

And for the first time in her life, Astrid felt all the sensations of flying without being on the back of a dragon.

Astrid’s free hand came up to tangle into Hiccup’s hair as she kissed him back, tugging slightly when she felt his lips turn up into a triumphant smile at her response. She wasn’t sure how long the moment lasted, but it seemed all too soon to her when Hiccup pulled away, his grip on her waist loosening. With smooth expertise she couldn’t help but envy slightly, Hiccup maneuvered himself around so that he was falling alongside her rather then beneath her, their hands still entwined. He gave one short, sharp whistle and the next thing Astrid knew she was on Stormfly’s back, the ocean about twenty feet below them and Hiccup and Toothless flying leisurely at their side.

“Well?” Hiccup asked, a little smugly. “What do you think?”

“Meh.” Astrid responded with a shrug, the picture of indifference. Hiccup looked visibly affronted at her attitude, and Astrid had to duck her head to hide a laugh which would have given her away, quickly urging Stormfly upward to get away from the boys.

“Hey!” Hiccup cried after her before he and Toothless gave chase. Astrid gave a laugh as she coaxed her boyfriend into an impromptu race, grinning so hard that it was starting to hurt her cheeks.

Okay, so maybe Hiccup’s ideas weren’t always all bad, but if she didn’t keep him in check, then who would?

anonymous asked:

Hey! I am seeing httyd 2 Saturday and I am super excited! I really hope that I don't break down crying in the theater though! Oh and can you write a fanfic about Hiccup proposing to Astrid and add some sexy stuff in it too! :P

In all seriousness, this is honestly how I think the “proposal” went down. None of that surprise+romance+ring nonsense. I’m talkin’ some proper viking/berkian stuff instead. Plus Hiccstrid’s characteristic energy.

“Who are those for?”

Hiccup paused in his buffing and relief sang through his arms like a hymn to the gods. Certainly, the distraction was a welcome one; hours of working leather left his biceps aching and his fingers raw and stung.

He put the yak cloth down and turned to his girlfriend.

“Milady,” he breathed.  His lip felt moist with sweat—he ran his tongue over the bristled skin and wiped a glove against a sooty, shiny forehead where his bangs clung to his temple.  He sniffled.

The shadows cast as Astrid entered the forge told him that the sun had started its descent.  And as he became aware of his surroundings, his stomach folded.

Frigga, he hadn’t eaten since the talk that morning.

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Of Blessings and Burdens

I thought I posted this fic, but I can’t find it. Maybe I didn’t. 

Synopsis: Astrid delivers her first child and her and Hiccup are faced with a difficult decision.

Background: My daughter was born with a condition called Radial Nerve Palsy.  When she dropped during the third trimester she dropped with her hand above her head and and the time it was spend that way and the pressure of labour damaged the main nerves in her arm so she held it like a little bird. It was fixed with physio-therapy and as other nerves took over the job of the damaged ones but it was a scary few days because they thought maybe she had cerebral palsy.  She is fine now. This story was inspired by the thought of what would have happened if she was born a viking. 

Ratings and Warning: M? Touches on loss, graphic descriptions of birth and spiritual drug use. 

Of Burdens and Blessings

Part 1: Toil

They had been at each other all day.

“That is not how you peel a potato, Astrid,” Valka corrected her very pregnant, very impatient daughter law.

“I don’t see how I am peeling a potato incorrectly. The potato is being peeled, is it not?”

“Peel away from you. You’re going to stab yourself.”

“I am not going to stab myself. If I can wield an axe, I am sure I can wield a common kitchen blade.”

“Apparently not.”

“Fine, you peel the potatoes by yourself,” Astrid pushed the cutting board away from her.

“Don’t be childish. One babe around here will be enough.”

 The two women held each other’s gaze for a short time before Astrid scowled, “Hiccup missed lunch. I am going to go take him some stew.”

Getting out of her chair took effort and careful manoeuvring. Astrid planted her feet and pushed back, giving her room to wield her ballooning belly from under the table. Arching, with her hands underneath her, Astrid propelled herself forward with a groan. A pain ripped through her as the baby changed position as she changed hers. She grimaced. A small whimper escaped her mouth.

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How to Hold a Torch 14

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 |
Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 | Chapter 13 | Chapter 14 | Epilogue

The Great Hall was teeming with people. It had taken a week for Astrid to recover from her cold, which had actually taken a turn for the worse from her time standing in the windy cold as Snotlout gave Berk a show. Hiccup had not minded sleeping on the floor. Though he’d outgrown his shark pillow, Toothless was always ready to offer a wing and a warm flank. It had been a rough week, but sleeping in the open until The Edge had been completed had prepared him for much worse.

Hiccup was dressed to the nines, and carrying a torch above his head, trying to look taller when he really just wanted to shrink into the floor boards. Astrid had been whisked away from their comfortable nest of the last few days and now he was waiting for her in the Hall.

For the handsal.

The handsal.

His handsal.

His heart did another leap into his throat and he swallowed with difficulty. It still didn’t feel real. Just last week he was pining and wondering if he should just try to hold her hand and hope she didn’t break his fingers one by one. Now they were announcing in front of the whole tribe that they would get married.

The doors opened, and the Hofferson women trooped in, also dressed in bronze and silver broaches with beads in their woolen tunics.  They walked up the hall, and a large white puff of skins and fur walked between them. It took Hiccup a full minute to realise that the puffy white fur cloud was Astrid, frog marched up to the dais beside him.

He had a moment to panic. Had she changed her mind, gotten cold feet? Was that why she was surrounded on all sides by her relatives and practically smothered in furs? He looked to her mother and aunts for a reply, but all he got were stoic, mildly annoyed expressions.

Then Astrid raised her head from the ground and looked at him. Her face was red, even her nose was rosy and flushed. Her eyes were shiny, and she gave him the dopiest of grins ever.

‘Hello handsome,’ she said, her voice mildly slurry. Her brows gave a half-attempt at a wiggle before they practically got tangled.

His dad began talking, his booming voice easily drowning any noise and engaging the crowd in another speech filled with jokes and cheering. Quickly, Hiccup stepped forward slightly when it looked like Astrid was about to stumble forward.

'What on earth…’ he muttered, looking at Hild in alarm. Sigrid gave a grumble and Hiccup helped hold Astrid up as well as he could while he kept the torch aloft with his other hand.

'She had a coughing fit right after we got her dressed in her tunic,’ Sigrid mumbled from the side of her mouth. 'I may have given her … a little too much of that thing you brought, with the herbs.’

Hiccup gaped at her. 'That was wine!’ he hissed at her.

'Yeah, strong stuff,’ Hild joined in. Gerta behind them snorted. 'I felt dizzy giving it a sniff, and we made her drink a whole mug of it. Half an hour later we were still trying to get her into her leggings.’

'AR-’ he cleared his throat and smiled weakly at his dad, who turned around questioningly. He tried to convey panic and pleas for help in all the languages he knew through his eyes, but his dad merely glared at the interruption and turned to go on. The crowd was lapping it up good and proper. 'Are you telling me,’ he said, turning to look at the three women, hissing with more urgency, 'that Astrid’s come to our handsal half naked and rip-roaring drunk?’

Sigrid and Hild shrugged at him simultaneously. Gerta started bouncing with suppressed laughter.

'Wouldn’t be the first time in our family,’ Gerta muttered between snorts.

'Yeah, great-gramma Berta came in her undies,’ Hild added helpfully. 'Technically Astrid has too, though at least she has the tunic on, and the furs hide ever’thing. I remember gramma used to say her ma just showed up in the hall from deep water fishing, dripping wet and in her delicates. Shook his hand and went right back to it.’

'Oh aye, and did you remember cousin Holfasta? Turned her handsal into an arm wrestling match. That man wasn’t good for her, he wasn’t. His dick was half the size of a diseased carrot. Good thing she called it off after she broke his arm.’

'Aye; though Frimalda got luckier. At least her handsal went well enough after the dragon raid interrupted it, but they had to do it in the infirmary since his ear’d been chewed off.’

Hiccup was beginning to feel sick.

'Just mad 'im 'andsomer, she said.’

'Shows what she knows.’

'Mine’s handsome,’ Astrid joined in, a little giggly, a little hazily; NOT too quietly. Stoick’s voice faltered slightly, and suddenly he seemed to sense that not all was right with the group of people behind him.

Astrid sighed and put her head on his shoulder, and suddenly his heart was trying to leap out of his chest. They were in the Great Hall in front of everyone, and Astrid just smiled at him lazily as if they were still in his room and he was feeding her some broth. The smell of alcohol was faint, long gone from her hasty drink of his coughing brew, but its effects on her were clear enough.

'Verre` handsome,’ she muttered. Despite himself, Hiccup felt his chest swell and his cheeks go hot. He really was terribly easy to bolster when it came to her. 'Red’s your colour alright.’ She winked. He blushed harder, and she grinned at him, trying to wiggle her eyebrows again; only one complied.

His dad was calling up the selected witness up onto the dais. Gobber was one of them, and he was bawling like a baby, big fat tears rolling into his mustache as Mulch pat his back in consolation, and the smith wailed about his lad, all grown up. Hiccup would have been mortified if his arm wasn’t killing him, and Astrid wasn’t wobbling slightly.

The witnesses signed the necessary document (and Gobber cried all over them), and Hiccup’s arm began to tremble, but he held the torch up as high as he could as his dad burned a metal seal against it, then pressed the smoking shape into the vellum, putting their family’s crest under the signatures. All the witnesses did the same, and then finally his dad held out his hand. Hiccup passed on the torch, a very, very, very grumpy Snotlout stepping - stumbling - up to take it when his dad shoved him forward.

Hiccup muttered the oath to care and protect, and then started sweating when he realised that Astrid needed to say her piece, and she was just smiling at him loopily and snickering under her breath.

He realised suddenly that between her fever and her medicines, Astrid had been half-dazed all week. He almost smacked his face; for their first date, he’d kidnapped her on dragon back. For their handsal, he was making vows to a poorly drunk woman. He was turning out to be a proper Viking after all.

Gerta slapped her bottom. Astrid eeped - much to the entertainment of the crowd - and quickly muttered her part of the oath before pouting at her exaggeratedly. Exchanging a glance with his dad, Stoick was quite obviously sweating, having finally realised that all was not OK with his son’s promised - Promised! - and was at last cottoning on to the fact that perhaps he should hurry the shindig up.

To that effect Goethi tottered up, muttered a few words, threw some herbs and some liquid at them (was that blood?!) and then his father beamed.

'Right! The union of our families is confirmed!’ Stoick finally boomed turning around and waving his arms in the air happily. The people in the Hall cheered so loudly they drowned out the noise of their own individual voices, until someone called loudly enough for the kegs to be opened, and then it was a rush to the mead and beer and cider. The Hofferson women took the occasion to grab Astrid and make a run for it. Hiccup followed.

'Let’s get you to bed,’ Sigrid said, and since Snotlout hadn’t even finished the window yet, they made a bee-line for the Haddock hall. The night was cold, a north wind picking up strength the lower the sun got, and Hiccup wished he still had his torch as the light waned. Toothless trotted up, and the dragon obligingly lit up another one before they hastily followed the departing women. He was glad they were going to his house; at least Astrid wouldn’t be out in the wind too long as it was close.

The three woman and a ball of fur burst into his house, and when he stepped in on a scene of fast bustle. A woman was stoking the fire one minute and fetching the kettle the next, while one took Astrid upstairs and the other began loading laundry  - eeep, his too! - into a wicker basket and replacing it with clean clothes she was somehow bringing out form under her tunic. Then Gerta came down the stairs and grabbed HIM but the ruff of his tunic, leaving a confused Toothless behind who was recruited by Hild to go fill up bucket for some tea. Hiccup shrugged at him helplessly, and Toothless’ eyes fell together with his ear flaps in a clear look of 'we’ll talk about this later’.

Great. He was being manhandled and he was going to get whacked by his dragon for it. He had all the luck.

'I have all the luck,’ he muttered a few minutes later in complete awe as Gerta finished bundling him into his bed with Astrid, who was already conked out and half thrown on his chest, still swaddled in furs, her tunic and her underwear.

'Ye keep yer hands to yerself tonight, lad,’ came Gerta’s stern warning, and Hiccup was careful to put said hands on Astrid’s shoulders, where she could see them, and nod solemnly. She gave a satisfied nod.

'Good lad. Now sleep.’ She paused for a moment to look at him, then stooped to caress his hair. 'I will murder you if you repeat this, though it would make Astrid cry. But I’ve always wanted to have a boy child. And I’ve always hoped he’d be like ye. So now yer my family anyway.’ Hiccup smiled up at her, surprised and very pleased. She smiled back, serious and happy. 'Ye need someone skinned, ye come to me.’ Hiccup’s skin broke in a cold sweat at how casually she said it and he nodded frantically. 'Good lad. Sleep tight.’

She turned and went out of the room, Toothless jumping to cling to the wall to get out of her way as he climbed up. The dragon growled at her after she’d passed, slapping the door shut with his tail (and getting a slight glare because Astrid was asleep) and the grumbling and chittering under his breath as he made his way to the bed, giving them a perfunctory sniff before buggering off to flame up his stone slab and curl up into a tight ball of affront. Obviously, the night fury had not taken kindly to having his home invaded by three very bossy viking ladies.

Hiccup, on the other hand, drifted off with a smile. He certainly was very happy to have his bed and room invaded by one very bossy viking lady.

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The last chapter! There is a tiny epilogue after this - I am put it up tomorrow! And please come squee with me on the lovely fanart that @oh-no-its-anny made for me (I am still confusing the International Space Station with their high readings on anomalous sound waves because of this. The Squeeing is strong in this one).

anonymous asked:

Art Brown said Hiccstrid on rtte are like the Ross and Rachel of Dragons and that makes me so sad because I don't like I Ross and Rachel. I loved the 5 years long steady relationship Dean wrote and I want to give the show a chance but they are turning hiccstrid into one those super annoying will they wont they, break up/make up couples I can't stand and that makes me sad because I love Hiccstrid :(:(:(

So I will admit the Ross and Rachel analogy goes completely over my head because I haven’t watched Friends and am too lazy to research the character dynamics right now, but I hope that I can still give a consolatory response to you anyway, friend. Your emotions and disappointments are real responses and I’ll never discount someone’s emotions. I want to encourage you by saying we can still watch and interpret Race to the Edge in such a way as to say that Hiccup and Astrid have been long term in love and “with” each other. The five year relationship still holds.

This is because I believe Race to the Edge isn’t about Hiccstrid becoming a couple. It’s about them officially acknowledging that they are a couple, and have in many ways already been a couple for years.

Art Brown and Doug Sloan have spoken directly to Dean DeBlois about their television show to make sure that nothing they write steps on what the movie makers intend in the HTTYD trilogy. The Hiccstrid relationship we see in the television series is consistent with what the movies show us. The end of How to Train Your Dragon does not suggest that Hiccup and Astrid are dating, and though others might disagree with me about my interpretation of Gift of the Night Fury, the events don’t mean Hiccup and Astrid are in a full relationship there, too. They love each other, they flirt with each other, they’re interested in each other. That’s what we know and see.

The television series does not contradict that. In Riders and Defenders of Berk, we have those instances by which it is clear Hiccup and Astrid have feelings for one another. They are young hormonal teenagers in the awkward stage of knowing they are interested in each other, but not very sure what to do about it. It’s natural for someone at that age to respond to their very genuine feelings for one another in this sort of way, where sometimes they’ll be outright flirty and kiss, or at other times feel awkward even sitting next to one another. Nevertheless, it’s impossible to deny that Hiccup and Astrid develop a firm relationship through their adventures in the beginning television series. They are definitely closer here than they were in the first movie. In the first movie, half of the time was spent Astrid being frustrated with Hiccup, and only at the very end did she show some support. But she didn’t know him well… not at all… it’s in the television series that they become solidified.

Race to the Edge comes around, and Hiccup and Astrid are close. It’s true that the two of them aren’t in an “official” relationship, and they might not verbally admit it aloud, but they are emotionally steady and deep with each other. Everything that you see about Hiccup and Astrid shows that they care about each other, they’re solid with each other, their relationship has deepened since the time of Defenders of Berk. They’re always with each other. They’re comfortable with each other. They’ll put their arms around each other. They’ll say sweet nothings like, “But I still have you.”

The Hiccstrid relationship in RTTE is not some blunt “I SLAM MY ROMANCE IN YOUR FUCKING FACE!” ordeal. They’re not rushing over and kissing each other every five minutes or something. But that doesn’t mean the romantic elements of their relationship are any less real or tangible. You can see it ongoing more subtly in so many little ways. The truth of the matter is, Hiccup and Astrid are in many ways implicitly together… they just haven’t verbally acknowledged it with each other yet.

There might be some sense of “will they” or “won’t they” simply because Hiccup and Astrid haven’t discussed it with one another yet. They haven’t officially acknowledge that they care for one another yet. But the key word is YET. It’s moreso a question of when they will as versus “yes” or “no.” The truth of the matter is that Hiccup and Astrid already love each other, and have loved each other for five years. Race to the Edge is about them making it official. It’s not about them becoming a couple - it’s about them officially becoming a couple.

I suppose I see the relationship differently from you. I don’t see some sort of fickle deal like you’re describing. Maybe we’re not getting the full story and context of what Art meant by the “Ross and Rachel” analogy. This is not some break up, hook up, will they, won’t they sort of deal. It’s a matter of Hiccstrid actually acknowledging that they already have something going on. Young Hiccup and Astrid in How to Train Your Dragon and Gift of the Night Fury don’t acknowledge to each other that they’re in love, even if we know it’s there.

To be honest, this development of Hiccup and Astrid’s relationship is very similar to one of my own romances when I was a teenager. I was “best friends” with someone for a year and a half when in fact, what was going on was we were in mutual love. We were very comfortable with each other. We’d never say we we were anything but friends. But when we finally realized consciously that we were in love, we became momentarily awkward with each other, sort of like what happened with Hiccup and Astrid. It’s funny because we both already knew we’d had crushes on each other in the past. But it still happened that way. We proceeded to talk it over, started a romance, and then everything clicked. The relationship was official. Even by the time we had been dating for one month, it felt like it had been a long term thing. In truth, it had been a long-term thing, because technically we were a couple for a year and a half before we acknowledged we were a couple. Hiccup and Astrid are basically doing this.

So have they been together for five years? Yes, even when look at the events of Race to the Edge and Riders of Berk.

I know that you are distraught, friend. I’m sorry about that. I give you all the comforting hugs. I’ll admit, though, that I’m not very keen on receiving asks that are straight out negative complaints. I like thoughtful and constructive criticism, but I do think we should speak of the fandom dropping into something that sounds like an ungrateful complaint. I know you mean well, though, friend, so just take to mind that these sorts of negative messages aren’t the ones that I intend for a blog I’m trying to be a positive celebration of the HTTYD universe. <3 I’ll never share in complaints with someone who sends me a negative ask, even a kind one like yours, so if you want to complain, then you might want to send an ask to another blog and not to me. There are many other great fandom individuals who entertain this discussion with your understandable perspective. You can find solidarity with them! :) I wish you the best. I myself am only going to talk about things from a constructive critical - or more likely a very thankful and positive - outlook, and will not engage in a negative conversation about how Hiccstrid is portrayed.

I am sorry if the relationship between Hiccup and Astrid turns you off from the entire television series. I hope that my analysis about how they really aren’t too romantically fickle helps you and makes you feel less uncomfortable about what you see on screen in RTTE. Even if aspects of Hiccstrid annoy you, there is a whole PLETHORA of amazing things that you see in the television series! You get strong Astrid moments where she punches the main bad guy in the face, fights off enemies with a broom and other improvised weapons, where she befriends another warrior woman over axes and boys. You get incredible moments with Hiccup where he admits he’s wrong or imperfect. You get amazing moments of characterization for Ruffnut, Snotlout, Fishlegs, Ruffnut, and Tuffnut. You get some of the best humor I’ve ever seen, where Fishlegs becomes hypnotized into believing he’s essentially Thor-on-earth, where Tuffnut believes he’s legitimately going to turn into a dragon, and where Hiccup knocks Snotlout out with a single punch. You get incredible villains like Viggo Grimborn who are intelligent strategists who can best Hiccup anytime. You get a world of dragons, new species like the Armorwing and Death Song and Night Terrors. There are so many amazing things in Race to the Edge! I encourage you, friend, not to let one thing you don’t like cloud out the whole world of good that we get in this television series.

It might not be how you envisioned the ship. We as fans can’t expect to get everything we want according to our headcanons and hopes. I encourage us not to let what we want get in the way of enjoying what we get. We still have received an enormous blessing through things like Race to the Edge, and these are worth celebrating for the good they do bring. :)

unnicer  asked:

asscup #10

“Wait, can you just tell me why we’re arguing?” Hiccup tried to reach for his girlfriend’s arm as she moved from one dragon pen to the next, but Astrid jerked her elbow away from his hand.

“We’re not arguing,” she answered crisply, still not looking at him. She’d only glanced at him when he and Toothless landed, and the moment he’d breathlessly dismounted and jogged towards her, she’d turned on her heel and walked away.

He scoffed and followed after her while she scattered chunks of fish into the hatchlings’ pens. “Really? Because there’s some very argumentative body language going on right now.”

“Arguing implies there’s a disagreement to be had. A difference of opinions.” She reached down to give one of Stormfly’s babies a pat on the head before moving on to the next fenced off cave. “We’re not arguing.”

“Are we arguing about arguing?" 

He was met with a frosty silence. He let his arms fall to his side and watched her work in perplexed frustration. Even in grungy work clothes and gloves, she looked beautiful. Maybe the smell of fish should have been off-putting, but he’d spent too much time around dragons for it to bother him. He had been excited to see her, wanted to pull her into the shadows and tell her about the progress he’d made with his flight suit before putting his mouth to better use. But she was a cold wall of ice. She all but threw her empty bucket by the rest of the stable supplies.

"Astrid, did I do something?” He reached for her again before she could brush past him, and this time she didn’t shake him off. 

Blue eyes cut to him, her gaze sharper than a knife. “No, Hiccup. You didn’t. You didn’t do something.”

Furrowing his brows, he shook his head. His thoughts snagged on her last sentence— that he didn’t do something, not anything. He opened his mouth to press again, but she cut him off.

“How did things go with my dad?” she asked coolly. And all at once, everything slid into place.

Something heavier than a boulder sank in his gut. His hand froze on her upper arm, and guilt crashed down on him. “I… I forgot,” he murmured, but she already knew.

Astrid nodded, flipping her bangs out of her eyes. Licking her lips, she gave him a smile that made his stomach churn. “But please. Tell me about your afternoon with Toothless.”

With that, she pulled free and all but shoved him out of her way. Hiccup tried to catch his breath, cringing and shoving his fingers through his hair. The contract. They were supposed to talk about the contract today. He’d promised her it would be today, that he wouldn’t put it off any longer. Thor dammit, he’d promised. Her shoulders were straight and tense as she walked towards the exit. 

“Astrid,” he groaned, ready to apologize. 

But she stopped. When she looked back at him, her face was wet. “I get it, Hiccup. You don’t want to get married.” 

“I do!” he insisted, taking a step forward.

She made a vague gesture towards the village— towards her house and her father. “If it was important to you, you would’ve been there.” Her voice broke before she could finish, and Hiccup curled his hands into fists, helpless. “If I was important to you, you would’ve been there.”

“You are,” he said, but it sounded weak even to his own ears.

Shaking her head, she turned back and walked away. “Words.”

anonymous asked:

Okay, so werewolf au. Hiccup and Astrid dating pre! Bite. A) how do they finally get it going. B) how does she not know something's up with him/what does she really think is going on?

I’ve been meaning to get into them— just haven’t had the time. Buckle up, children.

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GUYS! but when Stephen and John entered Astrid instead of following Stephen with her look she stared at John and didn’t moved her eyes of him (!) while everyone were so focused on Stephen running to his father. (if you can’t recognise Astrid is the one next to Russell). She cared more how John feels than how Stephen feels because her connection with John is more deep than her connection with Stephen.                                                                               And people said there was no Jostrid in this episode…