Hiccstrid one shots

Hurt her, Kill you

I absolutely love it when I'm inspired, got this idea from Pinterest all because of a picture!

Hiccup's POV

I was jolted awake by the sound of explosions echoing from the arena. I sat up quickly, heart pounding, and glanced at Toothless, who was already fully alert, his ears twitching at the noise.

Without hesitation, I strapped on my prosthetic leg and rushed out of my hut. The sky was still dim with early morning light. I spotted the rest of the gang running toward the source of the disturbance, their faces painted with urgency.

"Tuffnut! Free the dragons! This might be an attack!" I shouted as I mounted Toothless.

We took off into the sky, heading straight for the arena. Smoke billowed out of it in thick, gray clouds. As we landed, the others joined me, coughing and waving the smoke away.

Toothless growled lowly, his ears back, eyes locked on the smoke—sensing something. A moment later, shapes moved within the haze, and then I heard the sound of dragons approaching. The smoke began to clear, revealing a tall, sinister figure stepping out from the shadows.

He was a Viking, but not one of us. His armor was dark and jagged, adorned with dragon fangs and scales. His beard was thick and unkempt, and a cruel grin was carved across his scarred face. His eyes burned with malice.

“Well, well... didn’t know the Dragon Riders had two such beautiful maidens,” he sneered, voice dripping with arrogance.

I looked behind and froze—Fishlegs, Snotlout, and Tuffnut were on their knees, swords pressed to their throats. My heart sank. My fists clenched.

“Where are Astrid and Ruffnut?!” I demanded, rage seeping into my voice.

The man chuckled darkly. “So that's their names? Lovely. I’m Korrvak. I’m sure they’ll enjoy their new positions... in my chambers. My men and I plan to show them a very warm welcome.”

His laughter was cruel and hollow, as if mocking me.

A red mist clouded my vision. Something surged inside me—fury, hot and relentless. My hands trembled as I reached for my Inferno.

“I won’t hesitate to burn you to ash,” I snarled, voice icy. “Tell me where they are.”

Korrvak only smirked, unfazed. Toothless blasted a plasma bolt, but the man dodged with shocking agility, like he knew where we’d strike.

Then, with a deafening clang, the chain dome above the arena broke open. Dragons shot upward through the gap. Tuffnut, Fishlegs, and Snotlout leapt onto their dragons, retaliating with bursts of flame and plasma, forcing Korrvak back.

Toothless and I soared toward the docks, Snotlout close behind.

“When I get my hands on that slime, he’s dragon bait,” Snotlout growled, cracking his knuckles.

I didn’t reply. My mind was consumed by a single thought—vengeance. The blood in my veins burned. They had hurt Astrid and Ruffnut. Treated them like animals. That would not go unpunished.

We reached the docks. Guards swarmed, but Toothless didn’t wait—he unleashed a volley of plasma blasts. I lit my Inferno, flames roaring to life.

Snotlout, his axe in hand, looked more dangerous than I had ever seen him.

We charged.

The fight was brutal.

I darted between attackers, Inferno slashing through blades, searing armor. Toothless leapt, tail smashing two guards aside before pinning another with his claws. Snotlout was a whirlwind of fire and fury, Hookfang roaring behind him, burning everything in his path.