Great Fanfic But Sad, But As Someone Who Trys Really Hard To Write Good Stories, When You Get Your Readers

Great Fanfic But sad, But as someone who trys really hard to write good Stories, when you get your readers emotional, than you Know, you‘ve done it right.

Fantastic Writing (my Favorite Httyd-Fic so far)

Emotional Story

Very Good Job!

Grieving

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3vBEdmb

by NightWritesTales

Set during “Team Astrid” Astrid’s parents were home when Dagur attacked Berk, resulting in their deaths. For the first time in her life, Astrid experiences true grief, and struggles to cope with the tragic events. Hiccup is determined to show her that he’s there for her, no matter what she’s going through.

Words: 13816, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: How to Train Your Dragon (Movies), DreamWorks Dragons (Cartoon)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/M

Characters: Astrid Hofferson, Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III, Stoick the Vast, Gobber the Belch, Toothless (How to Train Your Dragon), Astrid Hofferson’s Mother, Astrid Hofferson’s Father

Relationships: Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III/Astrid Hofferson

Additional Tags: Graphic Description of Corpses, Psychological Trauma, Grief/Mourning, Depression, Self-Harm, Masturbation, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Astrid!Whump, Heavy Angst, Smut

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3vBEdmb

Ahhh, I Love his Smile so much in Rtte, he‘s so cute💖

These parallels between the Httyd-Trilogy & Spirit Are insane. Both Movies Are very different from each other But Share some little similarities.

Both have very emotional & Strong Stories. Good writing, stunning scenes, enjoyable characters, Strong Protagonists, Beautiful Love-Stories, the theme of Friendship & Love in both of them, amazing Soundtracks from Hans Zimmer & John Powell, Great Voice Actors like Jay Baruchel, America Ferrera, Matt Damon….

Both the Httyd-Trilogy & Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron Are Masterpieces from DreamWorks✨

And I Love them❣️

Nothing like a couple's therapist review to remind me why I love this franchise and why Hiccstrid is my OTP!

You know exactly who you are, you always have:

Hi, This is a Little Astrid-Story during the end of Shell shocked Part two. Warning: some Kind of sexuel violence

Its a look into Astrids Mindset After Viggos „Death“. And maybe a Little Explaintion Why she got captured from him. And I think Astrid hides many of her emotional side behind her anger. Hope you like the Story! Its my first Httyd-Fanfiction I‘ve ever write.

P.S. The Post underneath the Story inspire Me to this.

Lost in thought, Astrid Hofferson's gaze wandered into the distance, to the turbulent sea, whose surface was making waves. A strong wind whistled through her blonde hair and some strands came loose from her wild braid. It had only been 24 hours since Hiccup had saved her from Viggo, but the shock was still deep in her bones. She still felt his great grip under her ribcage, her own ax at her throat. Stormfly's fear filled squeak, fearing for her rider. As she had done so many times, she had tried not to show any mercy or fear when she faced Viggo. She had rushed at him as soon as she saw him, threatening him with her battle axe, but with one powerful blow he had knocked her to the ground. Without even using any axes. Immediately she was back on her feet, dependent on Stormfly to shoot spikes and fire at Viggo, But he skillfully avoided them. Viggo had only laughed at her mildly. “You and your Nadder make an extraordinarily good team.” She gripped her ax tightly so that her knuckles turned white. “I knew you shouldn’t be trusted. I should have cut your throat straight away.” He moved towards her with slow steps, his gait dangerous and graceful at the same time. Like a whispering death that just waits for its prey beneath the surface before grabbing and tearing it apart. The blood rushed through her ears, she heard Stormfly's battle-ready sound of her spikes, which she had set up to send them through Viggo's body at any time. Astrid sucked in a hissing breath and didn't take her eyes off the head of the dragon hunter. She rushed at him, but once again he blocked her attack, ripped the ax from her hand and threw her to the ground. Astrid wanted to get up, her ribs throbbed in pain, she doubled over, twisted inside. As she was about to get up again, she pulled Viggo by the foot towards a cliff. “A Hofferson is probably not as invincible as they say, my love.” Astrid screamed for Stormfly, she could gag at those words. My love. She was no one's love. “I am not your love, you monster,” she hissed spitefully. Stormfly’s spikes flashed overhead, followed by a desperate burst of fire. Viggo grinned. "Don't act like that, heartless little Astrid." She wanted to hit him with her hands, to choke him. She wanted to see the life drain from his eyes. With a jerk, she felt his torso trap her legs so that she could no longer move them. She bit at him, but by then he had already pressed her hands against her chest. “I don't really think much of violence, but apparently that's the only way to defeat you.” His eyes were very close to hers, she swallowed hard, squirmed, but she couldn't get out of his grip. He was so close, too close. Like Eric, only he had torn her skirts, pushed her against a wall and forced a kiss on her. She hadn't been able to defend herself back then either; she was alone, alone in the darkness. These thoughts made her gasp for breath, she was back in that dark, musty alley with Eric, his calloused hands moving up her breasts, she wanted to scream but her voice was lost to her. His hands went under her shirt, into her pants, to her most sensitive spot. She clenched her hands into fists, holding back tears like she had so many times in her life. Even as a very little girl, she had never allowed herself to cry. She was a warrior, a fighter and she had to live up to that ideal. Whatever the cost.

With a flash of lightning she was back in reality, Viggo above her had disappeared, she heard a quiet humming in front of her, she jumped up, Stormfly lay at her feet, Viggo's sword across her throat. “No-Stormfly!” A triumphant grin crossed Viggo’s face. “Love is beautiful and passionate at the same time, but it also makes you fragile. And she just makes you, my little girl, weak.” “Don’t hurt her,” said Astrid in a trembling voice. "Otherwise, I'll kill you myself." He laughed bitterly. “Oh, I would like to believe that, Astrid. But if you even try to touch me, I'll cut your nadder's head off if you don't do what I tell you. Got it?” Defeated, she nodded. She had known that she would have had no chance and yet the memories always lingered in her like an echo that would not fade away.

Stormfly and Toothless frolicked happily in the lower room of Hiccup's hut, a slight smile crept across Astrid's face when she saw her Nadder lady playing so happily with her best friend, the Night Fury. Luckily everything went well. She would never have been able to forgive herself if something bad had happened to Stormfly. Never. Stormfly was the only one Astrid could open up to, she always listened to her without judging her and always stood by her one hundred percent. Stormfly was also the only one who knew about the night with Eric; She couldn't even tell Hiccup or her two best friends Heather and Ruffnut about this shame, or about Viggo's attack. Had he sensed that she was afraid of closer physical contact that would allow her to emotionally undress? Hiccup sat down next to her and looked at her worriedly. Even though they had only been together for about four days, everything still felt so new and exciting to them. Although she had wanted the chief's son for years and he meant everything to her, she feared the many challenges they would still have to face that could even divide them. Forever. She gently felt Hiccup's hand rubbing her back. This move felt so right and perfect, almost too good to be true. He was the only one who silently understood her. She was so glad that she had him and not a macho Viking like Snotlout, although at least he would never be invasive because even if he sometimes didn't show it, he tried to understand women and their needs. Completely different was Eric, that hypocritical bastard of a cream puff who only wanted one thing: a little mistress he could lay whenever he wanted. The only nice thing about him was his blue and silver Monstrous Nightmare, Silverstorm. Who had always met Astrid on an equal footing at the academy and had always gotten along well with Stormfly. A strand of her hair fell into her face, Hiccup lovingly brushed it out of her face, she only flinched ever so slightly. "Is everything okay with you? You seem so...absent?" She shook her head. "No, it's not." Hiccup stood up and pulled her up to him, smiling genuinely and lovingly. Smiling, she followed him into his bed, that they would share each other for the first time tonight. Everything was different with him. “Do you want to tell me what’s bothering you?” She shook her head. "I can not yet. But I hope I can soon, if I ever get the chance.” He took her chin in his hand so she could look into his forest green eyes. “You know, I have an idea. How about we write each other letters in which we express our feelings for each other. Maybe then it will be easier for you to tell me what's going on with you sometimes." Now Astrid threw her arms around his neck and gave him a deep kiss on the mouth, so that Hiccup was completely amazed at her sudden excitement. "Yes understood."

As Long as it doesn’t replace the Original Trilogy which is a Masterpiece, I‘m ok with that.

However this will Turn out, I will always stay true to the Original Franchise because god dammnit its amazing, Beautiful and emotional. In My opinion the Remake will never live up to the Httyd-Trilogy. But still I believe in you Dean and I wish you the best!

I‘m Not Against a Live-Action Remake but I think this is to early. I hope it Will be good.

2020

Variety

Annecy: ‘How to Train Your Dragon’ Director Dean DeBlois on ‘Lazy’ Studio Live-Action Remakes, Quarantine Writing

The “How to Train Your Dragon” writer-director didn’t mince words when sharing his distaste for ‘live-action’ remakes of animated classics.

2023

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