Writing A Hiccstrid Make Out Scene From Rtte, Just Some Romance And Like Like Alot Of Romance Amd Lots

Writing a hiccstrid make out scene from rtte, just some romance and like like alot of romance amd lots hurt/comfort where both of them talked about their mesaed up selves, and getting to know and understand eachother through their relationship, and confessions for a dare prompt.

Prompts:

'it was the first time she felt overwhemled. But he, he had been overwhemled more than once.'

'a kiss so intense where they forget who or what is around them and cnnot open their eyes. What they now is now, both of them in each other's arms'

'that is what you do when you love, you respect them, honour their wishes and love them even when they dont. Its not a sin to love, and you know its real when it hurts.'

I need someone to beta/read and give me opinions. Anyone available?👉👈😊

Tumblr is really interesting because you can say something like thursday is duck with a top hat day, and half the website will reblog it

I would rise at wee hours to go to long night walks deep into the woods and watch the sunrise overlooking the island on a cliff before going to the Meade Hall ready to eat a breakfast of eggs and dry stale yet cheey and filling bread before i go to train with my weapon.

I would be back by noon for lunch of mutton and potatoes before helping my parents at the docks by sorting the fish my mother's two terrors fish for the upcoming harvest festival and keep vigil with my father's nightmare and my nadder for enemy ships getting my pay cut . Then end up back at the woods to practise dodging and reflexes with my nadder till sun down.

I end up taking a fast flight to the furthest seastack in Berk's territory doung tricks with my girl before returning with a slow flight as she glides close to the watwr and i lie myself down on her, truating her completely. The water sprays on my cooling me and refreshes me as it cleans her and reflects her scales. Back in the stables i groom her collecting the spines and scales she sheds (which can be sold as jewelery) and feed her a healthy surplus of chicken and fish. Make sure her pen is clean and neat before i head to the hall for dinner.

I sit next to my friends as we sing songs for fun, micmic people and share stories to fill the space just as how we fill out bellies with mead and healthy servings of fish and mutton stew and sweet juicy fruit kept ice cold in the ice box and drizzled with honey for desert.

I go back to the stables to cuddle and talk to my dragon as she curls around me, her tail at my feet, meeting her beak, her wings covering my legs giving me comfort as i sharpen my weapon.

It ends with my climbing up to my room in the top of my house and listen to the snores of my parents and chirps of crickets before i close my eyes, ready to face the next day.

If i lived on Berk i would collect rocks to give to people. I would pick absently at the grass. I would think about how everything on the island towers over me. i would bury little keepsakes knowing no one would ever find them. I would feed terrors like crows. I would look at the blue moon over the ocean. I would look at the stars with no air or light pollution. I would listen for all the birds i could find. I would collect pine needles. I would listen to the noise of shoes on wood. I would climb as high as I could. I would throw rocks into the cove. I would see shapes in the clouds. I would hear rain on a wooden roof every night. I would have a helmet with horns and a shield. I would try to string together no-one had ever said before. I would get headaches from the smell of ash and smoke. I would give people presents made of anything I could find. I would smell the sea and farmland and rain every day. I would be so so happy.

Even if edgy, she sometimes centres everything to her trauma which is idk how to call it. In a sense she is self pitying too much. And idk abt you but asteid and heather friendship as fun as it was portrayed was deeply concerning because from the first movie, astrid is shown to hate people who centre things around themselves (snotlout, hiccup before he met toothless etc) so it was wierd for me when she was close friends with heather. It was a waste too, Mae Whiteman is an amazing actress.

im rewatching rtte since i never watched the entire show in the proper order, i skipped a lot of episodes and just generally it’s been a couple years since i was last in the httyd fandom but i currently can’t make it past season 1 because there are those heather episodes and im sorry but i detest heather. I cannot stand her. she is so whiny and i can’t help but roll my eyes whenever she’s on screen. anyways, im watching them now. lord give me strength

Solangelo as cute texts (⁠/⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠(⁠-⁠ω⁠-⁠)

Part 2.

Well no, but mine was how a deity came down to earth and killed an evil king who was granted a boon that he could not be killed by man or animal, neither day or night, inaide or outside, on the ground or in the air and could not be harmed by any weapon.

And the deity found loopholes for this by sprouting from a palace pillar ,in the form of part lion from the head to the torso and then a human from the waist down, and killed the evil king at the entrance of the courtyard during sunset, by placing him on his lap and using his nails/claws to tear through him .

When i was young i found it morbid but now i find it inspirational, just because rules have been followed doesnt mean they could be bent.

was anyone else’s favourite bedtime story about how a wolf breaks into the home of 7 baby goats, eats all of them except one and when the mum comes home her and the remaining baby find the wolf sleeping, cut open his belly, free all the kids, fill his stomach with rocks, sew it back up and then toss him down a well?

anyone?