AN: Okay guys, this is a really long one. I hope you like it!
Snotlout's POV:
"Hiccup! Wait up!" I ran across the village, trying to catch up to my stupid younger cousin.
Hiccup stopped this time when he turned to face me, which made me feel a tiny bit relieved, because he was being really showy-offy that last time.
"What, Snotlout?" Hiccup said angrily.
I stopped, trying to think about what I was going to say. "Uhm, where are you going? To go kill it?"
"Kill what?" I heard a deep voice behind me. I turned around to see my uncle.
"Hey, Stoick!" I exclaimed happily before remembering the question, "I was just seeing if Hiccup was gonna kill a dragon."
Stoick laughed, "Are ya now, son?" Stoick patted Hiccup on the back.
I crossed my arms. Why was Hiccup getting attention? He hasn't killed the thing yet, and he hasn't EVER killed a dragon!
Hiccup faked a laugh, "Uh, yeah, no I think I better get back to the shop."
I saw Stoick's mustache twitch, "Of course." He turned to me, "And you better get back to the fire brigade, eh lad?"
"Not until I see that Night Fury Hiccup shot down!" I replied.
Stoick stared at us both, before shaking his head. "Back to the shop," he grunted to Hiccup, before turning away.
Hiccup walked away really fast. I ran after him.
"That was weird, huh?" I asked him.
Hiccup didn't even look at me.
"Whoa, did I miss something?"
I heard Hiccup mumble something under his breath, but couldn't hear any actual words.
I pulled on his arm. "Come on! Let's go kill the Night Fury!"
Hiccup shook his arm free, "You don't get it, do you?" he asked angrily.
"W-what?" I was so confused, "Get what?"
Hiccup rolled his eyes, "Exactly." He started walking away towards the blacksmith's shop.
"No, no!" I called after him, "What is it?"
Hiccup sighed very loudly and turned to look at me.
"Do you really want to know?"
I nodded happily.
"And are you going to listen?" I started to nod, but he kept on talking, "and are you going to try to understand?"
I nodded louder. Wait- can you even do that?
"I don't think we should be killing the dragons," Hiccup said quickly.
"What?" Why doesn't he want to kill them? They're BAD.
"It doesn't do anything," Hiccup went on, "We keep on killing them, and they keep on coming. Nothing is stopping."
"That's because we haven't killed them all yet!" I exclaimed.
Hiccup rolled his eyes. "And how many more do you think we have to kill?"
That's a good question. I counted it out on my fingers, AND toes. "Seventeen?"
"You can't be serious." Hiccup muttered.
"What then?" I asked, "Eighteen?"
Hiccup turned around and began walking to the shop again.
"No! No! Wait!" I called after him, realizing the answer. Hiccup didn't stop walking. "The ones at the nest!"
Hiccup kept on walking. "You think my father is ever going to find the nest, and, more than that, kill all of the dragons there?" he laughed.
I felt my eyes go wide as I nodded, thinking about how awesome that would be. "Yeah!" I replied, running to meet up with him.
"Snotlout, that's never going to happen. Everyone know that," Hiccup paused, "Except for my dad."
I stopped, but he kept on walking without me.
"It's gonna work" I called, "And I'll prove it"
Hiccup stopped right away, slowly turning on his heel. "How?" he asked.
I grinned, "I'll kill the night fury."
"Don't you dare." Hiccup muttered.
"Challenge accepted!" I whooped, running towards the forest, with Hiccup running after me.
Hiccup's POV:
"Challenge accepted!" Snotlout cried, running towards the forest.
My anger began to boil as I sprinted as fast as I could- which, admittedly, is not very fast- after him. "Snotlout!"
By the time I reached the woods, I wasn't too far behind my arrogant cousin. "Get back here, Snotlout!" I cried, trying desperately not to trip on the roots that covered my path.
"Make me," Snotlout spat, turning his head to yell at me. His foot caught on a root and he quickly slammed into the ground.
I used the chance to catch up with him, firmly placing my foot on his back so he couldn't run away.
"Get off me." Snotlout repeatedly swung at my leg, often just barely brushing it.
I stifled a laugh in order to continue being angry, "Snotlout, you're not going to kill the Night Fury, and neither am I."
"But you're wasting my chance!" Snotlout whimpered, trying to push himself up.
I thrusted him downwards, "You're not going to kill the dragon," I informed him, "and you're barely trying to get up."
Snotlout twisted in his position to grab my leg, pulling me to the ground with him. In my defense, I relieved the pressure on my foot as soon as I figured he wouldn't bolt.
"We have to kill the dragon though," Snotlout continued complaining, "It's a Night Fury, for Thor's sake."
"And that won't stop anything," I said, mocking his voice. Snotlout promptly smacked me on the top of the head, the proceeding to stand up and dust off his pants.
"Seriously though, Snotlout," I added, standing up, "You heard what I said, it won't stop anything."
"It'll stop the Night Fury attacks."
I flinched at that, knowing I couldn't deny the fact. "That's true, but really Snotlout, it doesn't do much to the grand scheme of things."
"Grand scheme, grand shleme," Snotlout grumbled, "The dragons are fighting us now, so we kill them now."
"You're just like every other viking: narrowminded and stubborn!" I fumed, "This is such a dumb cycle we're in! Get attacked, kill dragons! Get attacked, kill dragons!" I paused for a breath, "And you don't see that do you?"
Snotlout looked up from his boots, "Huh?"
"You weren't even listening," I mumbled, "See this is the problem. No one listens!"
Snotlout rolled his eyes. "You know what would make them listen?"
"What?" I spat.
Snotlout grinned. "Killing a Night Fury."
I felt my eye bug out. Is he serious? I lunged at him, tackling Snotlout to the ground. He flipped me over and pinned me down. He narrowed his eyes and leaned in close. I could see he was now very mad, something I hadn't picked up on as I was ranting.
"I am going to kill the Night Fury." Snotlout seethed, shoving me harder into the ground before getting off of me and storming off.
I pushed myself up by my elbows, shocked by what had just happened. Sure, Snotlout was cocky, and a little thick as well, but he never seemed to be the angry type, or really all that patriotic to his tribe. His sudden outburst, seemingly based off of defending his people was surprising, but I will admit, I probably shouldn't have lost my temper.
I stood up again, brushing off my shirt and pants when I heard a distant whine. It was eerie how pained and un-human it sounded. Unsure of what I had heard, I stood still, listening for it again. Sure enough, the whine sounded again. My heart dropped as I considered the possibility of it being the Night Fury. Snotlout's gonna kill it.
I dashed after my cousin, pondering if he had heard it. He seemed to not have heard it, much to my relief, but he was still furious.
"Get away from me." He muttered.
I need to keep him away from the dragon. "N-no, Snotlout," I stuttered, trying to think of an excuse, "You, um, you were right."
"Of course I am," Snotlout grumbled before stopping, "Wait, I am? About what?"
"About the Night Fury," I explained, "You were right, we need to stop it."
"By killing it?" Snotlout asked, seeming surprised and cautious simultaneously.
"Yup," I faked a grin, "But we should split up, so we can cover more ground."
Snotlout looked at me strangely, as if wondering whether or not to believe me, "Okay," he responded slowly.
"You should go that way," I continued, gesturing in the direction closer to the village, and, coincidentally, opposite of where I heard the whine.
"What if I want to go the other way?" Snotlout demanded.
I searched for a response, "If the Night Fury's that way," I replied slowly, gesturing towards the village again, "There's a better chance people will get to see how awesome you are at killing the dragon." Snotlout smiled a little, "I think it fell that way anyways," I added.
Snotlout laughed, "Okay!"
He turned around, running a little as he sang, "I'm gonna be better than Hic-cup! I'm gonna be better than Hic-cup!"
I sighed quietly, before turning around and bolting in the other direction. I stumbled over some tree roots when I heard the whine again. It was definitely louder.
I ran up a hill nearby, searching for the dragon. I looked around, spotting a freshly fallen tree.
I ran down the hill, somehow managing to keep my footing, and soon reached the tree. Immediately beside it, there was a large gash in the ground, so deep, and jagged yet even, I knew it couldn't have come from a human.
I followed the trench that lead up a small hill, if you could even call it that. I peaked over, quickly ducking down in a mix of fear and surprise at what I saw.
Almost completely hidden from a boulder, I saw a glimpse of something large and impossibly black. I forced myself to sneak another peak at the creature.
My suspicions were correct: I was looking at a Night Fury, wrapped in rope that had to have been from the bola I accidentally shot.
I scrambled over the mound of earth I had hid behind and scurried to the boulder. I cautiously leaned across the side of the rock, looking again at the dragon.
My breathing became manual as I considered what to do. If I left it alone, there would be the chance that someone else would kill it, and I didn't enjoy the idea of it starving to death. I felt the imprint of the knife I kept inside my vest. Could I really kill it? I remembered the fact I couldn't deny: Killing the Night Fury would stop the Night Fury. Forever.
I walked around the boulder and saw the Night Fury wasn't even moving. I couldn't tell if I was relieved or sad that the dragon was already dead.
I heard Snotlout's words in my head, reminding me that people would listen to me if I killed the Night Fury. I pulled out my knife. If it's already dead…
I raised my knife up, above my head, ready to swing. But it goes against what I'm trying to prove. I felt my arms go weak, and lowered them to rest on my head. No one listens to me.
The Night Fury's eyes shot open, startling me. I stumbled backwards into the boulder. The dragon looked at me, and, seeing my knife, lowered it's head, as if it was giving up.
They would listen to me, I thought, holding the knife back up again. The dragon whimpered quietly. I felt my breaths become ragged. I dropped my stance, staring at my knife. I can't.
I looked back at the Night Fury and the ropes wrapped around it. I shouldn't, I thought before leaning down on my knees. I set the knife to one of the ropes. They'll never forgive me.
I cut through the first rope. They'll never know. I quickly glanced over my shoulder, cutting the rest of the ropes. The Night Fury opened it's wings, shaking the ropes off. It lunged towards me, backing me into the boulder. I tried to lean back further, as if attempting to bend the rock. The dragon opened it's jaws. I screwed my eyes shut, trying to move my arms that were pinned under me to cover my face.
The dragon screamed. Seriously, screamed. I would be kidding myself to classify it as a roar. This sound was too high pitched, too angry, too pained to call it anything else. It ran away quickly after the terrifying noise. I got up, my ears ringing, unable to hear anything else. I felt myself go faint, but I forced myself to stay up, leaning on the boulder for support.
Snotlout would be here soon.
AN: I hope you guys liked it! I wanna know, too! PLEASE comment. It will only take a minute, but I'll feel encouraged to write more. Also, I want to know what you guys think about the POVs! Should I write more from the POV of one of two? Do you want more jokes from Snotlout? I want this to be a story that everyone likes, and I like writing what YOU want!