Day light fell warm on everybody's cheeks and he watched summer breeze touching her braids gently, while his fingers dug into the pebbles. He could smell the salt of sea, dried moss on the beach, earthy lush scent of the woods behind them. It smelled like summer and long days; it smelled like lazy smiles and late nights.
Snotlout turned away, ignoring the yearning in young woman's eyes for the towering man sitting next to her. It took everything in him not to resent the man over her choice. Suddenly, their little holiday was a chore and the warmth became suffocating; he wished it were winter. Bite of frost was easier to get used to than the disquiet of watching from afar.
A/N: Teeny tiny chapter for "holiday". Snotlout isn't feeling the vibes. I had a more cheerful scene in mind but my own mood took over, to no fault of Snot's own. Sorry pal.