"Rest is for the weak!" ~Spitelout Jorgenson

"OWWWW!" Snotlout cried out as he felt his ankle snap. He crashed onto the ground with a loud thud, drawing everyone's attention. Snotlout turned red with embarrassment, but his expression immediately changed to one filled with pain as he grabbed ahold of his ankle. He bit his lip, willing the tears not to fall…he couldn't embarrass himself even more than this…what if his father saw him?

His father…

Snotlout struggled to stand up, but failed miserably…falling to the ground once again. He pouted and glanced up, only to see many pairs of boots walking towards him. He heard the laughter of the twins, the useless babbling of Fishlegs, Hiccup, and…Astrid.

Snotlout grunted and tried his best to hide the sweat that was pouring down his face. He gave a strained smile, and as coolly at he could possibly muster, he said, "Hey guys, what's going on?"

The twins laughed, "Dude, are you crying?!" Tuffnut jeered.

"NO!" yelled Snotlout, head butting Tuffnut in the shins, "I just got dust in my eyes when I fell, okay!"

"Son!" yelled Spitelout.

Snotlout's blood turned cold. He tried scooting behind the other teens so that his father couldn't see him. His plan was working until…

"Hey Spitelout! He's over here!" yelled the twins, pointing behind them.

Snotlout groaned as his father came marching up to him. Spitelout took one look at his son and shook his head, "Take him to the healer and then take him straight home…I need to have a word with him," he said, walking away.

Snotlout gulped in fear, a "word" was never a good thing coming from his dad. Hiccup could sense Snotlout's fear, but tried to sound as calm as possible, "Okay Snotlout, can you walk? Or should we ask Hookfang to carry you?" he asked.

Snotlout bit his lip in shame and looked down. Hiccup nodded and called out for Hookfang, who immediately came. Hookfang took one look at Snotlout, and then gently lifted him onto his back. He indicated Hiccup to get on, which he did. Toothless growled in complaint, "It's okay bud," reassured Hiccup, "this is an emergency," he said.

Toothless' growling ceased but he still glared at Hookfang, who responded with a scoff. Hiccup rolled his eyes and patted Hookfang to take off. The rest of the teens stayed behind—they would only embarrass Snotlout more if they came…right?

After a long, painful setting of Snotlout's broken ankle, Hiccup took Snotlout back to his home. During the entire flight, Snotlout kept wanting to avoid landing…and Hiccup knew why, but he just went with it anyways. After a good half hour of stalling, Hiccup directed Hookfang to land in front of Snotlout's home.

Hiccup slid off Hookfang, and then helped Snotlout get off. Just as Snotlout's good foot touched the ground, he collapsed—because he wasn't used to putting all his weight on only one foot. Unfourtunately for Snotlout, Spitelout decided to open the door just as Hiccup was pulling him up. Snotlout gulped and avoided his father's eyes, "Snotlout, get in here now…by yourself," said Spitelout. Snotlout muttered a thanks to Hiccup and hopped inside. Hookfang and Hiccup shared a glance of worry, before departing. Hiccup couldn't help but wonder why Snotlout was so worried about going home…surely his father would scold him for breaking his ankle, but it was nothing too serious…right?

Spitelout was facing the wall, completely avoiding his son. Snotlout hopped in and collapsed onto a chair, panting heavily. Spitelout didn't even turn around when he said, "Get up," in a dark tone.

Snotlout knew that voice and obliged, not wanting to anger his father even more. Spitelout finally turned around and glanced at his son from head to toe. Spitelout shook his head, "You know what we Jorgenson's are known for boy?" he said.

Before Snotlout could respond, Spitelout continued, "We are known to be strong, we stand up for ourselves, we make other's look worse than us," he said, "WE aren't the one's to be weak, need help from particular fishbones, or make a fool of ourselves…you, mister, are the first Jorgenson to ever disgrace our family name," he said.

Snotlout protested, "I just broke an ankle dad! You've broken things many times!" he said.

"Yes," said Spitelout, "During battles…not walking through town!" Spitelout nearly screamed.

Snotlout hung his head, "Go to your room," said Spitelout, "You're grounded until your foot heals…we don't want you embarrassing yourself anymore," said Spitelout, closing the door behind him.

Snotlout half crawled-half dragged himself up to his room, where he proceeded to collapse onto his bed. He willed dust to go away, but it was too late…the tears were already starting to pour out of his eyes.

Snotlout tossed his blanket off of his bed and lay there, looking up at the ceiling. He was about to close his eyes when he heard the door of his house open again. He started panicking thinking that his dad came back, but immediately calmed down when he heard the familiar squeak of a prosthetic.

"Snotlout? Are you in here?" Hiccup called.

"Up here, Hiccup," said Snotlout, wiping the remaining tears off his face.

Hiccup walked into Snotlout's room, just catching him wiping his face off. Hiccup sighed and sat next to Snotlout, "…That was a pretty intense argument you and your dad had…" he said.

Snotlout froze, "You heard that?" he asked.

"…Everyone did…" replied Hiccup.

Snotlout groaned and sank deeper into his bed. Hiccup stood up and walked over to the window, "Let me tell you something that will probably make you feel better…" he said.

Snotlout was about to protest, but Hiccup continued anyways, "When my mother died, my entire life came crashing down, but it wasn't just because of her death," he started, "It was because of the people around me, and what they did to me…"

The next chapter should be up later today...

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