Hey! 2 chapters in one day! This takes place right after the last chapter. Sorry if things seem a bit slow right now, the action should start soon. All of this is necessary to lay the foundation for the story. Sorry this one is a little bit shorter than the other one. I hope you enjoy!

Hiccup took deep breaths in an attempt to calm himself down. It was working a little bit, but he still never broke eye contact with Snotlout. Hiccup took an especially deep breath, and, as calmly as he could, asked Snotlout, "What about any of this is traditional? We are all about changing traditions! We have dragons, which wasn't traditional until five years ago. My mom is alive, which has never really happened. I am chief, which has definitely never happened. So, what is the big deal about us changing the designs of the shields that we place on the tree?"

Snotlout looked at Hiccup and simply responded by saying, "Listen, a good leader would know which traditions would be the ones to keep."

With that, Hiccup gave one last angry look to Snotlout and said, "You know nothing about being a good leader." He started walking towards his house and Astrid joined him.

Snotlout shouted to Hiccup as he walked away, "Yeah, well I don't care what you think!" And then he turned away to walk towards his house.

When he got to his house, which was relatively close by, he slammed the door and sighed angrily.

Spitelout asked Snotlout "Why are you acting strange?"

Snotlout told his father about what had happened earlier and looked to him to see his reaction. What surprised Snotlout was just how his father reacted.

"Does it occur to you that you may have overreacted?" Snotlout gave him a shocked expression.

"Are you defending him?! You are supposed to be on my side!" Snotlout shouted at his father.

"No, I am just saying that Hiccup has had a tough past few months, and he appears to have inherited Stoick's instincts. Maybe you should trust him."

Snotlout really lost it after hearing that. "Everyone on Berk is against me!" he exploded. He stormed out of the room and went to his bedroom and slammed the door closed. He just wanted some time to brew in his anger and complain to himself about how unfair his life is. That only went on for about thirty seconds before he was blinded by a bright light.

Keep an eye out for the next chapter! Merry Christmas!