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Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III (the books) x reader

Summary:

I saw that there aren’t any x reader fanfictions in the httyd book fandom. So I decided to make one :) (this was copied over from my quotev)

Chapter 1: The book

Chapter Text

A/n very very short chapter

You stood there, just outside your house, your parents weren't home and you were as happy as you could be. You were finally home after a long day at school. You couldn't wait to get home and reread the how to train your dragon finally for the third time (or it was the fourth time?) Just as you placed your hand on the doorknob, you stopped and peered at the road behind you.

You did not know why you looked. Maybe you heard a sound a faint sound. Maybe you felt a presence behind you...or maybe, just maybe it was something else entirely, something far older and more powerful then you or your small american town.

What you did know is that when you looked behind you, you could see a large leather bound book, lying in the middle of the road. "strange," you thought, "that definitely wasn't there before." You decided to check it out for yourself.

The book was very old. As you ran your hands against the inky black leather you noticed that it had a great deal of intricate designs engraved on it or at least, what was left of them. You came to the conclusion that the book had once been beautiful, however, now it was warn and looked like it was practically falling apart at the seems. You flipped through the pages. You were disappointed to find that the book was written in a language you couldn't read. As you flipped through it some more you found each section was written in a different language.

There were a total of 60 sections, each section lasted about 6-9 pages, although some pages seemed to be missing or torn out. Finally as you got towards the very back of the book you saw english. This sparked your curiosity, and excitement. You really should have been paying more attention, after all you were still on an open road. If you were paying more attention, then you would have heard the distant hum of tires. Only at this moment did your ears pick up the sound, now that it was far too late. You only had time to snap you head head to the side and look into the eyes of a person in a car, desperately slamming on the breaks.