Thor Never Aims in the Same Place Twice
A Joint How to Train Your Dragon Fanfiction by Faye M.A. and Riley Pickett
"Ratsel flatzel, schmeckel-blort," Snotlout mumbled, taking another swig of mead. It had been six months since he had last been struck by lightning; the situation was no less aggravating.
Astrid turned to him. "What did you say?"
He waved it off like it was nothing, and Astrid shrugged. "So anyway," she continued with her story, "there I was—face to face with this huge Deadly Nadder, and—"
Snotlout tried to tune her out; he had been there, and the story was not that interesting. However, it was only a few bites of chicken later that he heard words that struck fear into the very core of his being:
"What do you think, Snotlout?"
He wasn't sure if Tuffnut was trying to bait him or if he was actually just that clueless. Either way, he opened and closed his mouth a few times like a beached fish, eventually snapping it shut and letting out a strangled groan.
By now, everybody was looking at him. "Eh…schmegeu?" he tried.
"What?" Hiccup asked, but Snotlout promptly shoved another bite of food—one that was far too large—into his mouth.
Stoick chuckled as he approached from behind them, slapping Snotlout hard on the back. "Struck by lightning? Happens to the best of us."
"Some more than others," Gobber interjected.
"Wait, so there's a way to fix it?" Astrid asked.
"Why would you want to?" Ruffnut interrupted.
Gobber shrugged noncommittally. "Different things work for different people. It's really more of a trial-and-error process."
"Could he get hit again?" Fishlegs asked.
"Thor never aims in the same place twice." Ruff rolled her eyes. "Duh."
Snotlout shuddered involuntarily.
"Could we treat him with herbs?" Astrid asked.
"Throw rocks at him?" Ruffnut's eyes lit up.
"Yeah!" Tuff added. "Really big ones! Like boulders!"
"Norfblort! Norfblort!" Snotlout cried out, jumping up from the table, prepared to run at a moment's notice.
"Guys," Hiccup interrupted. "As much as I'd love to throw rocks at Snotlout—"
"Dweenarb," Snotlout grumbled.
"—let's just allow time to do what it does best," Hiccup finished.
There was a moment before Gobber just shrugged. "The rocks worked on Spitelout."
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