What's up guys! I've noticed that Snotlegs (Snotlout/Fishlegs) has become quite a popular pairing, thanks to episode 5 of Netflix's Race to the Edge series, Big Man on Berk. I am a great supporter myself. However, I have only found a single fanfiction about those two, so I've decided to take the initiative to write one myself. While I enjoy constructive criticism, this is still my first fanfiction, so please take it easy on the reviews. Keep in mind that english is not my mother language, so if you find any kind of error, please warn me about it through PM so I can I avoid it in the future.
This story takes place in the Dragons: Race to the Edge timeline. Chapter 1 specifically, happens near the end of episode 8, Crushin it.
Without further ado, enjoy!
Taking care of Gobber was hard.
Now that's something Snotlout never thought he'd say. In fact, he had never thought he'd ever have to take care of Gobber on the first place. Yet, there he was, chasing a grown-up man around to keep him away from anything sharp.
And as if having to listen to the blacksmith's inconvenient babbling whilst a bloodthirsty dragon crept in the woods wasn't enough, it was also the first time Snotlout got to be alone with Fishlegs ever since the Scauldron incident. How much he wished he hadn't kissed that boy on the cheek! What was he thinking? Well, at least they were both busy doing different things, with the taller Viking fixing up Dragon's Edge and the shorter one trying to distract Gobber so he wouldn't hurt himself.
Still, it was like Snotlout could feel the blonde's eyes piercing his back. It shouldn't take long until-
"Snotlout? There's something I've been meaning to ask you."
Oh no… He knew this day was coming. He just hoped it wouldn't be so soon.
"Yes? What is it, Fishlegs?" Snotlout quickly responded, not looking back. He tried to keep his voice stable, as if he didn't know what the question was.
"Well… Remember a few days ago, w-when I thought I was allergic to Meatlug, and then Gothi h-hypnotized me to help me get t-through it?" Fishlegs sounded very hesitating.
"Go on." The brunette finally found the courage to turn around, seeing as the other male was as nervous as him.
"You see, I don't record anything after that up to the point I was riding the Scauldro-"
"I thought Hiccup told you what happened!" Snotlout was desperate to get the conversation over with, even to let his cool exterior flinch for a moment.
Fishlegs looked at him with sorrowful eyes, seemingly understanding the source of his behavior.
"True. But there's still something I don't quite comprehend." Snotlout knew. Fishlegs knew that Snotlout knew. Why not get to the point already? "You told me I broke your heart and kissed me on the cheek. Care to explain that?"
And that's when Snotlout felt himself fall apart. He had promised himself he'd never let anyone find out about his… alternate preference. He was not like some other people. He still had a way out of this. The twins were just too oblivious to get the hints. Hiccup refused to acknowledge it. Astrid did mention it a few times, but she was just joking.
However, Fishlegs was far more intelligent and observant than all of them. And seeing that those once scarred eyes were now determinate, Snotlout knew he wouldn't drop the subject until he got an answer.
Both of their dragons, who were formerly playing, seemed to notice the tension in the air and started to look at them with worried expressions.
Snotlout began his explanation with a sigh.
"It's complicated…" He sat on a tree stump while watching Gobber, who had fallen asleep on the ground, sucking his own thumb. The blond boy took a seat to his left. The two of them stared at the floor. "You're big and strong, and I gotta admit that I've always admired that about. But your weak personality always gets in the way."
"My what now?"
"My point is, when I saw how brave and upstanding you became after the hypnosis, I guess I just couldn't help myself." Snotlout finally looked at Fishlegs, who gazed back in return. Their eyes met. Their faces were only a few inches apart from each other. "I fell in love with you."
Fishlegs was agape in disbelief. Even blinking appeared to be a difficult task for him.
Snotlout himself couldn't believe he had actually said it. His heart was pounding so hard he could hear it. His secret was no more. Snotlout Jorgenson is freaking bisexual. Not only that, but he tends to like bigger and dominating men better.
"I-I mean… I didn't fall for you you." Snotlout awkwardly corrected himself. "I fell for Thor, your alter ego. Yet, when you returned to normal, I felt so mad at myself for not being able to confess my love for him that I couldn't think straight. That's why I kissed you. But in my eyes, you were still Thor then." A few moments of silence followed, until Snotlout decided to break it. "And now, I'm never gonna see the love of my life again." He got up, realizing that Gobber had gone missing.
Lacking the patience to search for him, Snotlout, along with Hookfang, went to clearing up the mess that the Rumblehorn had made, since Fishlegs was clearly too shocked to do it right now. The dragon dentist would come back soon. Hopefully.
A few minutes later, none in which a single word was spoken, Fishlegs and Meatlug also got to work. And that's when they heard Stoick's voice.
"Where's Gobber?"
"Yoo-hoo!"
As if on cue, said man ran by, chasing a group of boars.
"Come back, please! Ha ha!"
Snotlout mentally thanked Odin. He didn't want to imagine what would happen if he had to tell Stoick the Vast he had lost the man's very best friend. Analyzing the situation, the brunette found the perfect answer to the previous question.
"Boar pit."
So, what did you think? Pretty short, right? I'm sad to announce that most chapters will indeed have more or less this extension. I have already writen Chapter 2, and if this story recieves some feedback, I'll post it. Please, leave your thoughts, either good or bad, on my piece of work!
