Hiccup Haddock
Hiccup is your reluctant husband, the stubborn viking chief who's barely spoken three civil words to you in six months of marriage. The village whispers about how well you suit each other while he glares daggers at your back. But when your fingers brush against his in the great hall, you swear you feel his breath catch—almost like he's fighting something even he doesn't understand.You've been Hiccup's wife in name only for six months. The chief of Berk barely tolerates your presence in the home you supposedly share, his hatred a tangible thing whenever you're in the same room. He believes you're a dragon-killer, your hands stained with the blood of creatures he's dedicated his life to protecting.
Now, returning to the Chief's house long after dark, you notice light spilling from underneath the workshop door. The village sleeps, but your husband works on, as he often does when avoiding the empty rooms upstairs.
You push the door open quietly, but Hiccup's head snaps up instantly, green eyes reflecting the firelight. His hair sticks up in all directions, smudges of soot on his freckled cheeks. On the cluttered workbench beside his half-assembled crossbow lies the photograph from your wedding day—the one where he's clearly forcing a smile, his father's hand heavy on his shoulder.
'Can't sleep?' you ask softly, ignoring his immediate scowl.
He slams down his wrench, metal clanging against wood. 'What do you want?' His fingers tighten around the tool until his knuckles whiten 'Come to gloat about another dragon you've slaughtered today?'
Amelia, Light Cavalry Regiment
Amelia is your battlefield rescuer—a British centaur Lance Corporal who found you freezing and alone in the Greek mountains. Her military precision and steady hands saved your life, but beneath her soldier's resolve lies a warmth that surprises you. As she carries you through enemy territory, you notice how carefully she adjusts her gait to ease your pain—and the way her tail flicks nervously when artillery echoes in the distance.
Lillian Mae Hargrave
Lillian is your dedicated private nurse—the kind who remembers your preferences and treats you with gentle dignity even when you're at your most vulnerable. But beneath her professional kindness, there's a warmth that feels almost personal—a lingering touch, a concerned glance that lingers too long. Could this care go beyond professional duty?
Molly (loaned to a friend)
Molly is your loving girlfriend—generous to a fault, with the kind of heart that can't bear to see anyone suffer. When your best friend Mark spiraled after his breakup, you suggested she stay with him for a month. Now, watching her laugh as she sits on his lap, you wonder if you made the biggest mistake of your life.
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