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Chapters: 4/? Fandom: How to Train Your Dragon (Movies), DreamWorks Dragons (Cartoon) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III/Astrid Hofferson, Viggo Grimborn/Astrid Hofferson Characters: Astrid Hofferson, Viggo Grimborn Additional Tags: Kidnapping, dragon root, Drugged Sex, Rape, forced vaginal sex, Forced Oral Sex, Astrid!Whump, Forced Masturbation, Forced Orgasm, Public Humiliation, Attempted Sexual Assault, Aphrodisiacs, Forced Cunnilingus, Orgasm Denial Summary:

Set during “Wings of War: Part II” Astrid followed Viggo and Krogan into the fog bank, only to be captured and taken back to their base. With no one to save her, and no way to escape, Astrid finds herself at Viggo’s mercy. Which is something the vengeful hunter has very little of.

YES!

I love this story, soooo goooood!

The Darkcup Chronicles: How to train your prize 8

As you can see…

I’m not dead. 

(😭)

In fact, I spent a good deal of time during the past months working on various stories. But I never had the motivation or energy to finish anything. 

Anyway, here we are now. Originally, I planned for this chapter to be the last in this first installment of The Darkcup Chronicles. But Hiccup had other plans and so there’s going to be another chapter after this one after all.

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Hiccup soon found out that keeping his promise proved to be more difficult than he’d thought. 

Oh, taking care of Astrid’s needs was a great way to pass the time! The best even, in his opinion. 

To his own surprise, what he enjoyed the most was eating her out. With a chair placed in the right position, it was even comfortable, and he enjoyed her like a delicious treat, unable to get enough. 

His hands were on her thighs, occasionally caressing over her ass and lazily holding her in place while his mouth ravished her as he pleased. It was so easy, so effortless. With her body constantly digesting Toothless’s cum, she was on a never-ending high. She was so sensitive that it only took a minute of his tongue lapping at her sex and a few seconds of mercilessly sucking at her clit to make her come - again and again and again . 

“Aaaahhhrghh! Hic- Oohhhhhhh… Hiccup!”

Her screams were music to his ears as he thoroughly licked up her arousal, his hands caressing over her quivering thighs. Above him, she was writhing, painful overstimulation making her howl. No coherent words left her mouth, her mind was not capable of that anymore, but she sounded as if she was pleading for him to stop, begging even. 

Well, he wouldn’t stop. These moments of heightened sensitivity never lasted long and then she would beg for him to go on, anyway. Be it teasing overstimulation like this, not stopping eating her out at all as he’d done before, or soft kisses and bites at her thighs to slowly work his way up until her bucking hips and pleading moans urged him to go on; it all brought her more pleasure in this stage, made her come and come again. She was a spectacle, a piece of art, and Hiccup thoroughly enjoyed enjoying his new plaything. 

But no, she wasn’t just a new plaything. She was so much more, the fulfillment of his dreams, the love of his life. She was the prize he’d earned for himself for never giving up. The prize he deserved.

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Sadly, there are too many assholes everywhere. But psychological and emotional abuse are definitly real and just as bad as physical abuse. And on some level, it’s even worse. Because as you say, if they hit you, people at least take it seriously. 

Reblog and put in the tags your most problematic ship

You know what I still think about? In the episode of Race to the Edge "Last Auction Heroes", there are two Hunters having a conversation about the Grimborn auction. And one of them asks: "What's on the block this time?" The other one answered: "Dragons." So, the first man was not asking about what specific dragons were on the block. He didn't know it was dragons that were being auctioned off. This leads me to believe that the Grimborns also deal in the human slave trade, not just the dragon slave trade. I wouldn't put it past Viggo, a man who dehumanizes everyone by thinking they're merely pieces in life's giant game, or Ryker, who thinks he's better than everyone and looks down upon others.

I wholeheartedly support this theory. Like, YES! This is definitly something they would do, without batting an eye.

Dedicated to Rarepair Fic Writers

@notllorstel

200 hits is generous in some cases…

[image description: a bingo consisting of nine squares. From top to bottom, left to right, the squares read: “Created the ship tag in AO3″, the next one: People says “I never considered this pair before!”, the next one: “You’ve had to write the fic just to have the content for your ship”, The next line starts with: “You have gifs and fics rady to promote ship if someone mentions them” The middle of the square says: “Free space”. The line ends with: “You can sells this ship like you would a car: ‘this dynamic immaculate”. The enxt line starts with: “Learning to draw or commisioning someone just so there is art of them.” The next one: “< 200 hits” and the last one says: “If someone else ships them, you isntantly become friends in your mind”. end of description]

DOUBLE BINGO!

And I'm not even actively shipping Astrid/Ryker in a realistic romantic way. But there's sooo much tension between those two! How has nobody ever truly picked up on that? So much potential! For whump. For drama.

And combined with Viggo/Hiccup? Ooohhh, don't even get me started. The things Hiccup and Astrid would do or endure to spare the other? The things Ryker and Viggo would do to break them? How they would play them against each other? How they both would get more and more inventive to do better than their brother?

Ah well... guess I really have to write it all myself to get the content I need.

Reblog if you write fic and people can inbox you random-ass questions about your stories, itemized number lists be damned.

Please

A Toy To Be Broken

HTTYD

Rating: E

Pairings: Astrid/Ryker, Astrid/Hiccup

Rape/Non-Con, Whump, Astrid!Whump, emotional Hiccup!Whump

Summary: Ryker has captured Astrid. She has no illusions as to what he’s planned, but she won’t give in that easily. But… does she even have a chance?

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This story is a late birthday gift for a good friend. You know who you are. 😘 💜 It’s not the story you deserved but it’s all I have these days. 

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Astrid flinched when she heard noises coming from the door. After the Dragon Hunters had captured her, they’d taken away her weapons and armor, and without them, she felt weirdly naked.

When the door opened a moment later, she huddled as far away from it as she could - which actually wasn’t that far. The heavy chain around her ankle rattled and made it impossible for her to hide or get away from the too-soft and too-big bed, one of very few pieces of furniture in this room.

Cell . No matter how clean and even comfortable this room was, it was still a cell.

When Ryker’s eyes found her, he grinned darkly. “Are you enjoying your stay with us?” he asked, voice leering. He held one arm behind his back, hiding something from her view, but for now, Astrid didn’t pay it any mind.

“Set me free,” she hissed, intent on not giving in and being the scared captive he was probably expecting.”Or you’ll regret that we ever met. As soon as my friends and our dragons find this ship, you’ll–”

She broke off when Ryker’s booming laughter interrupted her.

“Oh, I like your spirit, girl. Keep it up, I’ll have more fun that way.”

Astrid narrowed her eyes at him but didn’t say anything else and only gritted her teeth. She’d probably learn more if she just let him talk.

But Ryker didn’t say any more, at least not at that moment. Instead, he tossed something toward her, something heavy that landed on the soft bedding without an additional bounce.

Reflexively, she picked the object up, her fingers shaking, and she felt the color drain from her face as she recognized it. This… it couldn’t be! …could it?

“Where did you get that?” she asked, hating how weak her voice sounded. This couldn’t be true! It was one of Hiccup’s prosthetics, there was no doubt. But this one was bent and even broken in one place, with stains that looked like blood all over it. How had Ryker gotten his hands on this? What… what had happened to Hiccup?

Ryker gave her a menacing grin. “What do you think? Your hero came to rescue you, just like you told me he would. My men just had to wait in a few hidden spots. Shooting his Night Fury out of the sky was almost too easy with how they hovered there, looking for you.” He laughed darkly. ”We’ll get good money for that beast. I’m just not sure yet what will get us more, selling it alive or in parts.”

“You wouldn’t dare to–”

“Oh, don’t act all innocent. You know exactly what I do to dragons,” he interrupted her in an almost bored tone. “If I were to get my hands on your Nadder again, I’d even make you watch, just because.”

Astrid paled, but kept her mouth shut. Luckily, Stormfly had been able to get away when Ryker had surprised them at their resting spot. She was out of this madman’s reach. But that couldn’t be said about everyone… She was here, chained and helpless in this weird cell. Toothless seemed to be his captive now, too, and… She swallowed and her hand grew tight around Hiccup’s prosthetic.

“And what happened to Hiccup?” she asked in a trembling voice, scared of the answer already.

Chuckling darkly, Ryker came closer. “Let’s just say… If I were you I wouldn’t waste my hopes on that weakling anymore,” he said menacingly. “And his fate should be the least of your concerns now.”

He reached for her arm and grabbed her so tightly that his hand surely would leave a bruise. But even if she’d had the room to back away further, she wouldn’t have been able to move anyway.

Hiccup… Hiccup was…? No! No, he couldn’t be dead! She’d know if he was, would feel it! …wouldn’t she? She clutched tighter at the prosthetic as if it was a lifeline as her thoughts spiraled down into darkness. What had happened to him?

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