Title: Up A Creek with No Paddle, Down a Hole with No Ladder

Summary: Snotlout couldn't believe it. This was the sort of thing that happened to Hiccup, not him…

Disclaimer: What part of FAN FICTION is hard to understand? I don't own Beauty and the Beast, and I don't own How to Train Your Dragon. They belong to whoever they do. I'm not here to make money; I'm just here to entertain.

It had started when Hiccup had tripped over, well, nothing actually, but had tripped anyway. The boy was forever falling over, and in his head, Snotlout had known that it was an accident, but that wasn't the point. Hiccup had tripped, and knocked into Snotlout, who had then fired his arrow in the wrong direction, completely missing his target by a mile and accidentally killing the Ingerman pig, which was going to be the main course at Fishlegs' tenth birthday.

Everyone had blamed him. Hiccup was Hiccup, so it wasn't the smaller boy's fault, it was his. And it was so unfair!

'Just because he's the chief's son.' Snotlout thought bitterly.

But, actually, not everyone had blamed Snotlout. Stoick had immediately known what had happened (even though he hadn't been there. That's what made him a great chief, Snotlout decided), and made Hiccup apologize to him and to the Ingermans. And Snotlout had thought that was the end of it, but when Stoick had taken Hiccup home, his dad had spanked him. In front of everyone! That was sooo embarrassing!

'He says it's because I bothered the Ingermans, but I know it's because I annoyed the chief'. Snotlout said to himself. For as long he could remember, his father had told him he'd be chief one day, not Hiccup. 'And it would serve him right, for being such a stupid-head.'

Hiccup was always in trouble, and he never did the things Vikings were supposed to do. Hiccup wouldn't be chief anyway, so Snotlout decided he would be. And his father said so anyway so there. Snotlout liked his father, most of the time, except when he was drunk, like he was right now, probably. Which was why Snotlout was out wandering in the forest.

His father was probably drinking right now because he'd upset the chief when he was supposed to be the next chief, and he'd upset the chief because he'd made the Ingerman boy cry and that was Hiccup's fault.

'Everything is always Hiccup's fault.'

Snotlout was so busy thinking that he didn't see the trap.

THUD!

Suddenly, he was in a deep hole, the kind the Vikings dug to catch unsuspecting animals and stuff. Snotlout couldn't believe it. This was the sort of thing that happened to his cousin Hiccup, not him. And yet, here he was.

The hole wasn't too deep, really. But the walls were smooth and the ground was packed hard. He couldn't get out. They didn't check these traps more than once a week, if that! Snotlout was starting to sweat. He was about to start panicking and shouting for help when a head peeked over the lip of the hole.

"Hiccup!" Snotlout was so relieved he almost forgot that he was mad at him.

"This is all your fault!" Snotlout yelled, shaking a fist at the smaller boy.

"How is this my fault!" Hiccup wanted to know.

"Because…because…" Snotlout didn't know either. "Why are you here, anyway? To make me miss more targets?" He yelled. Never mind that he didn't actually have his bow or arrows with him. He'd left them at home before he went out for his walk.

"Do you want me to leave you here?" Hiccup yelled right back.

"Well, get me out of here, then!"

Hiccup got on his belly at the edge of the hole and stretched out his arms. Snotlout grabbed hold of them to haul himself up, but almost as soon as he started pulling, Hiccup started shouting.

"Ow, ow, ow, let go, Let Go, I'm Going To Fall In!" He screamed. Snotlout let go immediately. If they both got trapped, they were both dead.

"I can't believe this." Snotlout grumbled as Hiccup moved to sit on the cusp of the hole. "I'm trapped in a hole, and the only person there is the only person in the entire tribe who can't help me out" He smacked his forehead with the heel of his hand.

"I'll go get someone who can help you, then" Hiccup said, but made no move to leave.

Snotlout was a little bit relieved that he didn't leave. He didn't think he could take being all alone in a hole with no way out.

"How come you're here, anyway? Were you following me?" He sneered.

"I wanted to apologize." Hiccup said, mumbling a bit, but it was clear enough for Snotlout to hear.

"I know my dad made me already," He continued "but this one's from me. Sorry."

Snotlout didn't know what to say to that. Suddenly, he wasn't angry at all.

But if he wasn't angry at Hiccup, then…now what? He didn't know this too. They sat in silence for a while, thinking.

"Why were you out here in the first place?" Hiccup asked out of the blue.

"I just felt like it." Snotlout replied. "How come you're out? I heard Chief Stoick tell you not to go out for the rest of the day."

"He always says that." Hiccup made a face. "I always sneak out anyway. I wanted to see if Fishlegs was still sad about Miss Pinky."

"Miss Pinky?" Snotlout wanted to laugh.

"The pig," Hiccup clarified, not noticing. He told Snotlout the story.

Hiccup had gone to the Ingerman house, and seen Fishlegs trying to bury the pig. It wasn't going very well. Fishlegs looked so sad that it made Hiccup sad too. He didn't blame anyone, he knew it was an accident, but that just made Hiccup feel worse. He squatted beside the pig and touched it. All of a sudden, Miss Pinky jerked!

Both boys screamed, falling over themselves to get away from the squealing zombie pig. Fishlegs' parents ran out the door with their axes, looking for the attackers. When the saw the pig in the shallow grave struggling, and the two terrified boys holding on to each other and looking like they'd seen a ghost, they started laughing.

"She wasn't dead after all." Hiccup told Snotlout. "And Fishlegs made his parents promise not to kill Miss Pinky as his birthday present."

Snotlout was laughing so hard that his sides were splitting. He looked up to see Hiccup laughing as well, and realized that this was the first time he'd seen Hiccup laughing.

"Waste of a good pig." Snotlout snickered as he wiped tears from his eyes. When they were clear, he noticed that it was considerably darker than it had been a few minutes before.

"Uh, Hiccup? You'd better go for help. It's getting kind of dark…" Snotlout said nervously.

Hiccup didn't reply. He sat there motionless, and Snotlout was about to repeat himself, just in case Hiccup hadn't hear him, when suddenly Hiccup got up, and Jumped! Straight. Into. The hole.

Snotlout was too shocked to speak for a moment, but it didn't last long.

"Are you nuts? Now we're both trapped!" He said in despair.

"I have an Idea." Hiccup replied. Snotlout wanted to cry. He was well acquainted with Hiccup's Ideas. Like that bola shooting thing that knocked out Gobber the Blacksmith, and the sticky stuff that kept left Ruffnut and Tuffnut literally attached to each other for an entire day.

"Odin, we're going to die!" Snotlout wailed.

"Listen!" Hiccup shushed him. Then he sat down. Before Snotlout could say anything, he said "Get up on my shoulders. There's a tree root you can reach up there, so you can pull yourself up."

Snotlout looked at him like he was insane, but it was starting to get really dark, so he did what Hiccup said. He got up on the smaller boy's shoulders and, true enough, he could reach the edge of the hole. Actually, he could do more than reach the edge. He could have pulled himself up without the root that was reachable, like Hiccup said.

Snotlout pulled himself out of the hole. He looked down at Hiccup, who was already holding his arms up, and just for a second, Snotlout thought of leaving him there. Somehow, he knew it was what his father would have done.

But then the moment passed, and he knelt at the edge of the hole, pulling Hiccup smoothly up. They dusted themselves off, and looked around. It was truly night now, though the moon gave enough light to see by. The boys looked at each other. Hiccup rubbed the place where his neck met his shoulder, where Snotlout saw a boot-shaped bruise already beginning to form. Snotlout told himself he didn't care.

"Which way do we go?" They asked each other at the same time.

"You don't know which way to go?"

"Don't you?"

"I don't know, I was following you!"

Eventually, Snotlout helped Hiccup climb a tree so they could see the stars. They guessed Burk was south-ish, so they walked away from the brightest star they could find. The villagers eventually found them walking around in circles a few hundred meters from town. As soon as it had become dark and the two boys were missing, Stoick had organized search parties. Everyone was so relieved to find them that there was no talk of whose fault it was.

But as soon as they were alone, Spitelout, Snotlout's father, congratulated him. If he couldn't get appointed as the official chief, he could rule from behind Hiccup by sucking up. But Snotlout wasn't listening. He was too busy thinking of how wrong he'd been, and what a great chief Hiccup would make someday.

A/N: They're supposed to be ten or so. Can you tell? So yeah, I was writing Dorky and the Dragon, but I kept seeing the part where Snotlout says that Hiccup saved his life before, and, well, this is the result. Does it make sense? Are they too out of character?

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Oh, and thanks for reading! Wow, this was a long side story!