Author's Note:

Hello everyone and welcome to another chapter. This one is entirely with Snotlout and we find out a great deal of what's been behind everything that's happened in this story. I also have another story set in this AU on the go called 'Helpless' you guys could have a look at if you wish. Thank you for your continued support and I hope you enjoy the chapter.

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Wolflout

Snotlout and the man sat on the edge of the cliff in comfortable silence until Snotlout sensed that someone was standing behind them, turning the teen looked at the newcomer.

He didn't know who it was but he seemed somewhat familiar, he had dark hair like him but it was much longer and hung in a braid down the stranger's back. His build was similar to the man Snotlout was sat with but he was a bit taller and he didn't have the other man's aura of friendliness. Instead he almost seemed ashamed and the teen wondered why the new man felt like that.

The stranger's eyes fell on him and his expression turned briefly into one of shock and then it softened, "So you're Snotlout. I knew about you but I never got the chance to actually see you." He sighed, "My own fault really."

Snotlout was confused as to how this person knew him but the man sat beside him spoke before he could say anything.

"So you can still recognise members of your own clan even now." A pause, "That's a good sign Wolflout."

He stood and turned allowing Wolflout to see his face and the other man's eyes widened before he slightly averted them, "It's you isn't it?"

The first man gave him a small smile, "It is."

Wolflout looked down in what appeared to be shame, "I'm sorry I didn't fulfil my vow."

The first man's face went serious, "Why do think that I wanted you to fulfil it?"

Wolflout looked up at him in shock, "But the message! You were going to…"

"I wasn't going to finish the way you thought Wolflout. It was a message not of vengeance but forgiveness." His serious expression turned into another small smile, "Either way it didn't matter, it was fate that made the decision not my friend so he has no part in the blame for what happened to me. Sometimes nature takes back at the worst moments."

Wolflout's shock grew, "So you mean…?"

The man nodded, "There was no betrayal, nature claimed him before he could keep his promise and that is what truly happened."

If anything Wolflout's shame increased and he fell to his knees before the man, "Then I must apologise for all my wrongs."

The man held up his hand, "It's not me you should be apologising to. I'm sure you've realised why it is we can even be talking so in light of your actions I am equally certain that you can understand why it is that Snotlout is here to see our conversation."

Wolflout turned his gaze upon Snotlout and fear crossed his face, "Did I..?"

"No." The man quickly responded, "As far as I understand it Snotlout will actually be going back soon, thanks to the efforts of a certain elder called Gothi as well as the actions of several others. However it was your foolish desires that led to the conditions which allowed him to come here far sooner than I'd like. Even if that had not happened he would've lost so much of what was precious to him and you'd have caused him so much pain had you succeeded. Therefore I believe that you must make amends with the only other member of your clan whom you've done so much to."

With these words the man retreated slightly leaving Snotlout standing before the still kneeling Wolflout. He was very unsure as to what was going on but he felt that he had to hear Wolflout's words even if he didn't understand why he was speaking to him.

They remained silent for a long time until Wolflout finally spoke, "In all honesty I'm not sure where to begin." He sighed, "You may not know this but I am actually your father's younger brother. Spitelout was always the perfect Jorgenson, heir to the family name and the absolute image of what we believed our clan should be. Because of this he was always highly regarded by our family and our father loved him dearly, of course he pushed Spitelout hard to be the best but that was how things had always been in our clan as far back as we could remember. Me on the other hand I was a different story, while I wasn't a weakling I was always smaller and not as strong as my brother. In a way I was a male version of my mother and took after her in many things the way my sister Valka did, however this was not what a Jorgenson man was supposed to be and my father pushed me harder. He always held Spitelout up as the example I should follow and would hammer into me every great deed and feat of strength that our ancestors had done. From this came a fierce pride in my family name and a desire to reach the heights of my predecessors, eventually as time passed and I grew older I came to realise that I would never achieve my in Berk for I would always be in Spitelout's shadow. Instead I travelled away seeking new places and new peoples in the hope that when I returned I'd have done something that not even my brother had."

He closed his eyes sadly, "But I never did and as the years went by I began to fear that I'd never do what I so badly wanted to do." His eyes reopened though they were distant as he remembered events from the past, "Then I found someone who claimed that they could greatly increase my strength, making me stronger than even my brother. At first I was hesitant but the more they pressed the more it appealed to me and eventually I agreed to give it a try." He shuddered, "The process was long and painful and many times I felt that I would die but I pushed through it all and as promised I came out far stronger than I had been. Believing the strength to be enough to fulfil my lifelong dream I turned my journeys towards Berk. As I travelled I found the journal in the hands of a trader of sorts known as Viggo Grimborn. He apparently bought it as a boy off of a merchant because it looked interesting but since he was not from Berk he had no idea who Jorgen actually was, in fact he didn't even realise that our village actually existed. Knowing its value to our clan I bought the journal and continued on back to Berk intending to bring it back to the Jorgenson's where it belonged. Then I read the last entry and I discovered what I thought to be one of Berk's most terrible crimes against our family. Anger burned inside me and it turned into a hatred of those descended from the one I thought had committed the treachery. With the poison I'd found on my travels I laid a plan to dole out what I considered justice and that was when you became involved."

Tears began to fall, "I didn't realise until now that my attempt on Stoick's life had actually affected you. That you were the one who drank the poison instead of him. I nearly destroyed the only other member of my clan left because of an event that happened centuries ago because I didn't understand what my own ancestor had written." Wolflout bowed his head in sorrow, "I don't know what madness lead my heart down such a dark path but I now understand just how much I could've destroyed, both in the village and our own clan." He lifted his eyes to Snotlout his regret clearly showing, "I may not deserve it but now I ask you, the last Jorgenson, to forgive my sins against you and the village our family have always been loyal to."

The silence stretched out as Snotlout tried hard to get his mind around everything that had just been said and the whole time Wolflout looked up at him with desperation. Finally the boy managed to speak, "I'm don't fully understand everything you've just confessed but going by your name and what you've said I'm certain that you're a Jorgenson as well. Is that right?"

Wolflout slowly nodded, "Yes."

Snotlout smiled, "Then of course I forgive you."

Wolflout smiled tearfully relief and gratitude beaming from his face, "Thank you. The Jorgenson name is in good hands."

As he stood the other name re-joined them and placed a hand on Wolflout's shoulder, "It's time to go now."

The Jorgenson nodded and slowly turned away and the other man walked with him away from Snotlout. The teen called out to the man he still didn't know the name of, "Where are you going?"

The man turned back and smiled, "I can't tell you exactly but it's not somewhere you can follow us to yet."

"Then where do I go?"

His smile grew broader, "You've got a different path to take but don't worry I'm sure you'll be fine." He seemed to think for a moment before speaking again, "Now Snotlout, this is pretty far in advanced but what I'm about to say I want you to remember, even though much of what happened here you'll forget." He became serious as he said the next sentence.

"It wasn't coincidence that you bonded with a Monstrous Nightmare."

He smiled once more, "Well I need to head off with Wolflout but I think someone is calling you."

Snotlout was confused at this then he heard the faint voice of Hiccup calling his name and he turned his head in its direction. He looked back to see the man practically grinning at him, "You best find out what your cousin wants. Trust me, in this particular case you don't want to keep him waiting." He gestured with his head in the direction of Hiccup's voice before saying one last thing, "We should be going and so should you. It's been a pleasure to meet you but I do hope that I won't see you again for some time."

He winked and continued off with Wolflout. Snotlout stood confused for a moment before turning away and running towards his cousin's voice.


PS-And so we discover the truth as it were and I'm sure most of you can guess what the next chapter will be about. Please let me know what you thought and I'll hopefully update soon.