A/N: I know it's been a loooooong time since I've updated this story, and for that, I apologize. Between College, and church, and catching up on the MCU, I haven't had much time to update my stories. I've also had a great deal of trouble with the ending of this one. I'm still not entirely satisfied with it, but I thought I should just go ahead and post it anyway...

Title: A Bad Day

Rating: K+

Summary: Snotlout has a bad day, but he learns something valuable in spite of it.

Snotlout was having a bad day, so you can't blame him if something may or may not have happened to someone. Even if it had been terrible, and perhaps painful, which, let's remember here, he never said it happened at all, you can't blame him. If something had happened, and he was the cause of it, well, really, his bad day was more to blame than him.

5:00 AM. Only Hiccup would be stupid enough to get up this early, but apparently, the twins decided that they can too, all for the cause of a well-fashioned prank. Of course, in Snot's mind, their prank was stupid and unsophisticated. All they did was set fire to his house. It took like zero brains to think of that. Well, they did rig some obstacles that sent him running right off the edge of the cliff, into the sea below. Still, their prank was stupid, and Snotlout would tell anyone who asked that he could do much better. Luckily for him, Hiccup had seen the smoke and flames and had quickly doused the fire before it had done too much damage. Come to think of it, he hadn't thanked Hiccup for saving his hut. Maybe if he had he would feel a little less guilty right now. Not that he feels guilty about anything. Who even said there was something for him to be guilty about?

7:00 AM. Everyone was awake now, and in the clubhouse, eating breakfast. Hiccup's stupid dragon bounded in, in search of a snack, and decided Snotlout's food looked good. The dumb, stupid dragon ate his fish and his bread. Everyone had a good laugh over that, which only fueled Snot's frustration. He stormed out of the large hut, and angrily stomped to his own, now slightly charred, abode.

9:00 AM. He had brooded in his hut long enough and was starting to get bored. So he took Hooky out for a flight. Everything was going just fine, until he failed to notice a bola trap come flying through the air. He certainly noticed it when it wrapped around him and his dragon, sending them plummeting to earth. See? All part of his bad day. It wasn't his fault. The people who captured him, made him send a message to Hiccup. In order to not get impaled by a spear, he watched them write out a note, and sent his tiny terror back to the Edge with it. Of course, Hiccup had to come right away, which gave Snotlout no time to think of an escape plan. And of course, he had to come alone, like the note had said. Come alone, or your friend dies. As soon as he landed, he was taken away, and his dragon was tied down and muzzled.

11:00 AM. Probably. Maybe. Every sound that rang out over the small island made Snot wonder exactly what was happening to Hiccup. When they were finally reunited, Snot was at least grateful that Hiccup was standing, until they were alone and Hiccup collapsed into a trembling heap on the ground.

Present. Here he was. Trying to convince himself it wasn't his fault. It was just bad luck, right? There wasn't anything else he could have done… Except for refuse to send the note, or pay closer attention to his surroundings, or just not go on the flight in the first place... Who was he kidding? It was totally his fault. Worse, he knew hardly anything about first aid, which Hiccup was desperately in need of. He tried to see where Hiccup was hurt, but only really registered that there was blood. A lot of blood. Some seeping, some flowing more freely, but all of it crimson red, and wet, and sticky, and nauseating. He turned away, to get his bearings, then turned back, to carefully reassess, and locate some sources. His lip was bleeding, which Snot didn't think was particularly worrisome. Now that he looked closer, he noticed that a lot of blood seemed to be pooled around his right arm. His brain went to the worst possible reason, a compound fracture, and he was relieved when all he found was a deep gash on his upper arm. The wrist of that arm, however, was about twice it's normal size, and deep purple with bruising. Hiccup groaned softly, and then slowly maneuvered himself into a sitting position, his right arm tucked protectively around his middle. Snotlout wanted to apologize, and ask what he could do for Hiccup, but all that came out was "Hurt much?" Hurt much!? Of course, he hurts much you moron!

"Mostly my wrist," Hiccup tried to sound like he was fine. Tried being the key word here, as he also failed.

"What happened?"

"They're just a normal group of people that want me to tame their trapped dragons," Hiccup shrugged. "I tried to calmly explain to them the difference between tame and train, and how I could do one, but not the other. They got kinda mad. S'okay. It isn't like this hasn't happened before."

"Can I, uh, do you mind if I look at your arm 'n stuff?"

"Go ahead," Hiccup tried to smile, but his expression came out as more of a grimace. With a softer touch than Snotlout had probably ever used in his life, his hands carefully began to search Hiccup's body for hidden injuries and broken bones.

"Hey, I never got a chance to thank you for saving my hut by the way," Snotlout made conversation as he worked. "It would have totally burnt down if it hadn't been for you."

"It was no problem, really," Hiccup probably would have shrugged if he could have. "I'm sure you would've done the same for me." Snotlout flinched. Would he really have done the same for his cousin? Probably not. He probably would have just laughed and used it as fuel for his jokes for the next ten years.

"Hiccup, you're too kind for your own good," Snotlout shook his head.

"Nah. I just did what any decent human being would have done." Ouch. Now he wasn't even a decent human being.

"Hiccup," he started to speak, his words getting caught in his throat. He cleared it, and started again. "Hiccup, I don't think I ever um you know, ap-apologized for, um, how I treated you when we were younger. And don't say it's fine, or, or that it doesn't matter because it's not, and it does. I treated you like mud on the bottom of my shoe, and I shouldn't have. That's not how friends treat each other, and whether we were friends or not, that's not how family should treat each other. So, yeah. I'm just, I'm just sorry for all that. And for this mess that I got us into. I really messed up a perfectly good afternoon, didn't I?"

"Hey, Snotlout," Hiccup spoke. " I forgave you for that stuff years ago. I just never brought it up because I didn't think it was necessary."

"You, really?" He should have seen it coming, but it didn't seem possible that his cousin could really have forgiven him for things he hadn't even apologized for.

"Yeah, I-" Hiccup was interrupted by loud noises. There were some crashes and shouts, and then the loud voice of none other than Astrid.

"Where is Hiccup?"

"Over here!" Snotlout gave a shout. "We're over here!" No more than an hour later, they were all sitting in the Clubhouse. Hiccup's injuries had been cared for, and the twins had even apologized for burning up Snotlout's hut. Apparently, the group that had captured them had been a small tribe of about twenty men and women, and it had been a piece of cake for the others to corner them all and rescue their friends.

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