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last dance - and umm your current otp? or jackrabbit (if you feel like it haha) from inchoatewaffle

an-ime-goil:

I feel like I can’t pull off jackrabbit cause I’ve been out of hte fandom too long, but I think you like Astrid and Hiccup, right? So here you go :) 

Last Dance - Hiccup/Astrid

Fire crackled and drumbeat pulsed through Astrid’s blood, giving her energy she seldom found in the mornings anymore. She clapped her weathered, wrinkled hands in the air, smiling as her granddaughter joined in, wriggling in her lap. The village youngsters gathered around the altar fire, singing and dancing in unison, their steps a strong, healthy thundering on the ground. Her son Aster raised his cup from the sidelines, spilling cider in his enthusiasm until his wife wisely claimed the cup as her own.

“What a feast. Doesn’t it make you want to dance?” she said, turning to Hiccup beside her. The pleased stretch of his smile widened into a full smile, easy to see even through the gracious white beard that had slowly made its way on his face over the years. His smile turned from her to the boisterous crowd, quirking as someone wolf whistled at the more prominent couple in their village.

“That used to be us, didn’t it?”

Astrid laughs. “A long, long time ago.” She traces their granddaughter’s braids absently as if for emphasis.

Hiccup’s smile turns mischievous suddenly, and he’s always been a good-humored man, but old age sometimes feels like a heavy cloak that weighs down her body and mellows her heart. It’s not always a bad feeling – it also deepens her heart, she says. But that glint in his eyes makes her heart skip as if they were half a century ago, making her think of races and triumphs.

“Want to reminisce?”

She gapes a bit and then huffs. “Not with that leg of yours.”

He leans back, slowly, tapping his cane against his infamous mark of resilience. “It’s a good leg day today. I’m sure we can outdance these troublemakers.”

She rolls her eyes. “Don’t get ahead of yourself, now.” But she finds herself picking up Heekip and settling her next to her with a pat. Hiccup is already up, putting his cane carefully on the seat and holding out a hand to her.  Despite the thinning skin and the liver marks, they’re hands that have held her tightly all these years.

They’re no longer the chieftains. Hiccup still has a large say in the matters of the village, but their son has taken the mantle much more comfortably than he ever did. But as soon as they interlock their fingers and begin hobbling through the crowd, the villagers make way, some with surprise on their face, other with a hoot and a cheer, and the children with curiosity.

They take their place next to the roasting flames of the fire. Hiccup bows, a slow movement at the waist since the joints of his knees have taken to protesting. Astrid returns the reverence, and they begin. They can’t keep the beat as it is, so they adjust and take their steps every two beats. It feels different, balancing her weight precariously on the tips of her toes even though they’re not moving fast enough for the wind to whip her hair into her eyes. But Hiccup’s arms are steady roads as his fingertips link her hers and they turn over and over around each other. Aster is cheering wildly for them, and even the children have stopped dancing to watch what the adults are clearly deeming something worth seeing.

“This might be our last dance, you know.” It’s awfully depressing to say, and Hiccup’s eyebrows knot for a moment, but they’re old. There’s no denying it, and they’ve been slowly making peace with the fact. The days when Hiccup’s leg won’t hold him up are increasing, ridding him to bed, where even hourly heat massages won’t allay the pain.  She catches herself sometimes staring out the window with no memory of what she was thinking, and it scares her.

Neither of them have been physically able to ride their dragons for years now, and that has been the hardest part. But then Hiccup swings her, just a little, just enough for the momentum to remind her of riding in the skies for a second, and it’s enough. She grips his arm and swings away, laughing, until he pulls her back in.

“Then let’s make it count,” Hiccup says. And underneath the scraggly bangs he’s never fixed and the long white braids she made for him this morning is the man that made everything possible. She’ll keep believing that for the remainder of her life.

“Then you better keep up with me,” she says.


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kingholly:

Hey guys! Its that time of year again where I’m just about ready to head off to school. Only problem is I’ve run into a bit of a snag financially. My van has decided to die on me right before I head to school. Its a hefty fixing, so I’m here to work my butt off to pay for it plus food, books, and convention fees that will be coming up shortly.

If you don’t have the money then please, please signal boost by reblogging and spreading this around. I just need the help and I’d rather work for that help.

If you are considering, please remember I’m about to leave for school and may not be able to get back to you until I’m all settled.

If you have any more questions please feel free to send them to this blog or to Commissionlum@gmail.com.

I hope you all have a wonderful day and thank you for the consideration.