Cold Feet (Hiccstrid Drabble)

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Astrid woke with a gasp as a sudden shiver ran through her body. She tried to orient herself in the dark, wondering where the sudden chill had come from. It felt like there was a block of ice touching the back of her right leg.

Oh. Hiccup.

She rolled over in the bed, trying her best to keep the fur blanket over her, but also not tug it away from Hiccup. The air was frigid, as it was the beginning of Devastating Winter. They were due to have a storm any day now - it was called devastating for a reason.

Astrid took in another gasp as she accidentally made contact with his foot again. Wow, it was cold! She tried to make out his features in the darkness, wondering if he was still asleep. She couldn’t quite see his face, though it was turned towards her and he was sleeping on his side. She could just make out the outline of his tangled mass of hair.

“Hiccup,” she whispered, giving him a little nudge. There was no way she was going back to sleep until he put a sock on or something. 

He didn’t stir, and Astrid was determined to try harder to wake him, though she still wanted to be gentle. She had found out a while ago that Hiccup didn’t take kindly to being aggressively pulled from sleep.

“Hiccup.” She said his name louder this time, shoving him in the shoulder. He grunted and made a little noise, then angled his face into the pillow.

Rolling her eyes, Astrid decided she would try to be amusing. She spoke in a grand voice: “Hiccup Haddock the Third, arise from your slumber and don your socks!”

“Astrid,” he groaned, voice muffled by the pillow. He slowly rolled onto his back, obviously awake now. “It’s sock, not socks. No plural. Really, I don’t think wearing a sock on the stump of my leg would get us anywhere.”

Astrid giggled. “Hi there, sleepy.”

“What is it?” His voice was irritated and sleepy, but she found it cute for some reason. Hiccup was the guy who could make complaining seem cute instead of annoying. “Did you really just wake me up for that?”

“Yes, actually, I did.”


“Your foot is so cold it would put a Jotun to shame.”

Hiccup turned his head to look at her, and though she could hardly see, she knew that he had raised his eyebrows. “Oh really?”

Uh oh.

Her boyfriend quickly rolled over in the bed and dug his right foot under the oversized shirt she wore to bed, planting it right in her stomach. Astrid squealed in surprise at the cold and smacked his leg, trying to make him withdraw. He only laughed and wiggled his toes, trying to tickle her.

“Hiccup!” Astrid leapt out of the bed, leaving the warmth of the furs, though it hadn’t been of much use with Hiccup and his cold foot.

He sat up, acting innocent. “Help me find my sock.”

“Do it yourself, you cold-footed menace.”

“If you haven’t noticed, I also happen to be a one-legged menace who doesn’t currently have his special metal foot, so if you would…”

Astrid put her hands on her hips, a little frustrated at his sarcasm. “So you’re allowed to make the leg jokes but no one else is?”

“Uh, yeah. It’s my leg. Besides, Snotlout’s aren’t even funny. Makes me wanna punch him.”

Astrid laughed and padded around to his side of the bed, remembering the time Hiccup had actually punched him. “Yeah, Snotlout doesn’t need all his teeth anyway.”

Hiccup looked up at her and she made out his large, slightly crooked smile. His big green eyes were the brightest thing in the dark room.

“Sock please?” He made his voice high-pitched and innocent.

Astrid suddenly had a great and disastrous idea and sat down next to him, secretly sliding off her socks with her toes.

“After,” she responded sweetly.

“After what?”

She swiftly rolled onto her back and placed her feet on Hiccup’s bare neck. His yelp was loud enough to wake half the village.



Art of Phoebe done by xXSadieKaneXx


Name: Ogmundr (Icelandic name meaning awe-inspiring, brave, strong)

Gender: male

Backstory/Description: Ogmundr is brave, fierce, and clever, but also just a big lovable dragon who enjoys cuddling up with friends, both human and dragon. I met him when I was out for a flight with Phoebe, my Sand Wraith. We'd landed in a forest because Phoebe's wings were tired, but she began acting strange not too long after landing. She was hopping around and sniffing the ground, seeking out some sort of trail. She took off into the woods without me, and there didn't seem to be anything to do but follow her. She led me to a very small baby Thornridge on the forest floor. It looked like he had broken a leg, and I approached cautiously so as not to scare him. I talked softly to him, and soon he allowed me to pet him. I looked around for any sign of a nest or a mother Thornridge, but he appeared to be alone.


After some deliberation on my part and urging on Pheobe's we took him with us and nursed him back to health. His leg healed really well and he was running around and playing like any normal dragon his age. While taking care of him, I'd often return to the forest where I found him and search for any signs of a family, but never found any. He'd probably been abandoned because of his size. I decided that I was going to keep and train him, and I decided to name him Ogmundr because he lived and grew despite the odds working against him.


Ogmundr has become really good friends with Phoebe and I often find them curled up with each other after a long day. I've even woken up to find him trying to sleep on top of me! He has a tendency to steal my things to use as toys, but he makes sure to return them after, though it doesn't make much difference because they've been destroyed by his rough playing. I've faced Dragon Hunters a few times with Ogmundr, and he's one of the fiercest fighters I know. We've become really great friends, and I'm glad I was able to save him.

(adopted from ladybrasa)



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