Fanfiction stories look so different on my tablet than they do on my laptop...

Anyway, here's a bit of Snotlout and Fishlegs...

Chapter 4: Camouflage Island

The short flight to Camouflage Island felt, to Snotlout, like an endless journey of never-ending pain and suffering.
Fishlegs was babbling on and on about how little Vikings knew about dragons. Snotlout was going insane by his lack of caring. He barely noticed when Fishlegs' topic changed to that of their destination.

"…Named for the abilities of its primary inhabitants, Camouflage Island was the second island discovered that is swarming with changewings. The first being Changewing Island, obviously."

"Would you shut up?!" Snotlout hollered. "You've been filling my perfectly happy, empty head with useless facts ever since we left Berk!"

"They're not useless!" Fishlegs retorted. "This knowledge is vital to a dragon trainers mind. If Hiccup didn't know anything about dragons do you think he would have been able to train Toothless?"

"He's Hiccup. If he got eaten it wouldn't make any difference."

"Yeah, right! If Hiccup hadn't found that Night Fury, what do you think your life would be like now?"

"I dunno…but I don't care either. Life would be much easier for me and Hookfang!"

"You sad, clueless boy." Fishlegs shook his head in pity for Snotlout's stupidity. "If Hiccup hadn't found Toothless, Astrid would have been chosen to fight in the arena. And being the fearless Viking she is, Astrid wouldn't have had any seconds thoughts about slaying a certain Monstrous Nightmare. You, my friend, would have no dragon!"

"Exactly…Wait…What? Just shut up!"

Fishlegs obliged happily, finding joy in the fact he had, once again, confused Snotlout into submission. That kid seriously had to read more!

The trainers landed their dragons on one of the many cliffs of Camouflage Island. As the pair dismounted, they took a cautious look around for any changewings that may want to make their visit short, painful, and of no return.

"I don't see anything," Snotlout whispered.

"Neither do I."

"Let's go find the thingy and get out of here."

"You mean the Sandstone?" Fishlegs corrected him.

"Of course that's what I meant. What else would I mean? The trees? The air? That angry dragon over there? That….angry..dra-drag…RUN!"

And run they did. The changewing chased them, spitting acid at them as they ran. The teens ran even faster; as fast as their stout Viking legs would carry them. But it wasn't fast enough. Fishlegs soon fell behind. He tripped over a loose stone and fell to the ground. He turned over and saw the rogue dragon approaching.

"HEELP!" He screamed. The dragon stood over him and Fishlegs cringed as he saw the acid bubbling up in its throat.

"Oh Thor, Oh Thor!" Fishlegs shrunk back and cowered from the dragon. He closed his eyes and tried to brace himself for his certain doom. But it never came. He heard a soft thunk and opened his eyes to see a small rock bounce off the side of the changewing's head.

"Hey you!" Snotlout shouted from behind the beast. "Yeah you with the ugly face! Come at me! What's that? Are you intimidated by my mighty vikingness? Come get me if you dare!"

To Snotlout's great dismay, the changewing did dare. It turned towards him and began to advance. Realizing the danger he had put himself in, the teen took off in the other direction, screaming at the top of his lungs.

"I WANT MY MOMMY!"

As Snotlout unintentionally led the changewing away from his fallen friend, Fishlegs got up and brushed himself off. Once he was certain there weren't any more dragons about, he went back to the sleeping gronckle. From his saddle, he got the equipment necessary to find and retrieve the brittle sandstone. Fortunately, it was common on Camouflage Island. And with the abundance of changewings, there was sure to be some that had been hit by acid.

Since a changewing had attacked them, there was a lot of the stuff where Fishlegs already was. After retrieving his hammer and chisel, Fishlegs began chipping away at the ground where he stood. Soon he had a good number of big rock chunks. He put the rocks in Meatlug's saddle bag and gave her an affectionate pat on the head.

Far in the distance he could still hear Snotlout screaming.

"I suppose we should help him, huh girl?"

The gronckle gave him a look of disappointment, but allowed her rider to mount anyway.

Fishlegs called to Hookfang, and trio flew in the direction of the screams.

Oh look, Snotlout got himself in trouble... nothing new there.

I had fun confusing Snotlout with petty mind games. See, being a nerd does come in handy if you wish to silence pompous fools!
Point to Fishlegs.