You were born with your father’s rage
and your mother’s backbone;
a proclaimed product of survival.
At only ten you were given your first weapon
which you quickly used to dismantle yourself;
two toes missing and your ego humbled.
Your mother said it was a good thing
a gift from the gods — your mother said
this was how she knew
you would never be a monster,
not like he was —
never like he was.
From the moment you stepped
outside the safety of your home
you knew you were different;
and it wasn’t because you only had
three toes on your right foot,
it wan’t because you had a gap
between your teeth that you could
fit all of valhalla in;
it was something in the crevices of the cavities of your heart.
something that started in your gut,
shot through your veins and
shocked your skin.
They called it “bloodlust”, and you got your
first taste of it when you beat your fists against
a boys face for calling you “bastard.”
It was the first time you heard the word,
(painted on his lips like a curse
like you should
be ashamed that your mother
saved herself from the grip of death
and had you to show for it)
and the last.”
- My Gravel Girl (i) k.a.
*based off my bastard!AU for Astrid who I play over at lindmaer
**(mega props to avannak for the headcanon about Astrid losing her toes after getting her ax)
Anonymous said: It would be really cool if you could continue this AU? I would like to see Berk's reactions to this unusual siruation.. plus I love the interactions between Stalka and Astrid. We need more of that :)
…dead!Hiccup AU? Is this a thing now? I guess it’s a thing now. I’ll talk some about it…
Berk felt the sting of losing their Pride nearly as savagely as Hiccup’s family. This wasn’t just any heir. This was the heir. The one that brought peace to their lands, with innovation and confidence and love. This was the heir that would continue to lead Berk towards untold prosperities, now never to be realized.
Word of Astrid’s pregnancy was welcomed. Not the usual response for similar situations—particularly with a girl of Astrid’s status—but Stoick’s mentioned fears turned out to be for naught.
Hiccup and Astrid’s relationship had been cemented in the village for years, even during those first couple, tenuous years where their interest in each other seemed equivocal, and Hiccup’s future availability for other, unwed maids wasn’t entirely closed, Berk approved of the couple.
The later confirmation that the child would be recognized as Berk’s heir was slightly less welcomed, particularly by a few older or ambitious members of the community, but still wholly agreed upon. Their Pride had returned to them, in some form, and Berk would take it.