If someone said the name Astrid Hofferson, you'd know who they meant. Strong, athletic, popular and stunningly, dangerously beautiful. Her nicknames range from 'cold hearted bitch' to 'the girl of my dreams'. If someone said Hiccup Haddock- Sorry, who? But until him, no one dared to wonder that maybe, just maybe, it's purely all for show.

His lips curved into a manic smile as he whispered into one useless, rotting ear: "I could keep you like this forever, you know." 500 word challenge with B0redSlytherin.

You know where this is going- he was sat on a bench and I went up and asked "could I sit here?" The rest is history; we remained not-quite friends until he moved away. Not what you were expecting? Oops... Modern AU. A study on young adult loneliness. (Not as boring as it sounds)

Sequel to The Perfect Time For Rain. Recovery. (Noun.) The process of building pillow forts and falling off beds, of doctors, shrinks, competitive napping and fights in the kitchen. The action of learning money to spare and food without mould, plus the definitions of a Rolex and profiteroles; of social skills, the friendzone, the commodity of survival and most importantly: family.

It was all a game of pretend, in the end. Snotlout has denied it long enough. When it finally becomes too real to ignore, will he step up or watch Hiccup fade forever? T for mentions of child abuse and language.

This is the story of the last time Hiccup told his Father when he was bored, or scared; the last time he told him when he was concerned or worried. The only time he told him he liked drawing and the last time Hiccup told his father, well... anything.

Toy soldiers crack. Wooden houses splinter. Fabricated peace is just that, only lasting until built up walls prove flimsy and crash down in a red haze, leaving one broken, sober mind alone to pick up the pieces. Left alone to echoes and whispers while the one he sent on sings in the clouds: it's better here.

Hiccup was so childish, Snotlout decided. Every little thing asked of him was replied with a snooty 'I don't want to'. Hiccup has a fascination with saying 'I don't want to.' But it's because he's arrogant and spoiled right? It could never be anything else. Half character study, half pure angst. Set before the first movie, M for reasons y'all probably guessed.

I have spent most of my life running away. The few hours of peace; no taunts, sneers or insults was worth any pain. But the pain never made me stay, just run faster, further, smarter. Aka Hiccup's thoughts while on a Thinking Sea Stack.

She sat there with her blade, ready to plunge herself into that sweet black haze most people call death... but there was one thing stopping her. Warnings for suicidal thoughts and character death because apparently that's what I do now.

I am numb. I am empty. I am darkness. I am bleeding. Really abstract angst, character death, self harm and abuse.

Hiccup meets Toothless from Toothless POV. Oneshot atm but I might make more chapters idk. Tell me if I should.