No, it's not M rated because of a Lemon. I'm a kid, I don't feel right picturing that. There are just a few very suggestive scenes. I'm sure more of the creative thinkers will have an idea of what Hiccup and Katla get up to!
I appreciate the support, despite the time I have to take to upload this. My end of course exams started this week and I've really struggled.
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(SNOTLOUT)
Snotlout's hands clenched into firsts. Watching his cousin leave with the raven haired woman, he wanted nothing more than to bury his beloved hammer deep in the thin boy's skull.
"Ye did well, boy" Spitelout hissed next to him, noticing his son's deathly glare on Hiccup's skull. "Ye showed yer dominance over the twerp. That's what Chief's do"
Snotlout agreed. But he knew Stoick didn't. The Chief of Berk's only weak spot was his son, and nothing angered the Jorgenson more, knowing whatever Hiccup did, his father would always rally to his side. It was the near opposite of what Stoick was like before Hiccup 'died'. He missed those days already.
Hiccup was trudging away, shoulders rigid and posture firm. He was glad he managed to bug Hiccup so much. He knew the boy well; he would never snap out in anger. He could hear Hiccup talk to that 'Katla' girl, and perked up at the mention of one particular word exchanged.
"They said training" Snotlout murmured to his father. "That's where the two of em are going"
"Hm, maybe he was right about them bein' fighters" Spitelout commented. The Jorgenson patriarch's smile turned savage. "Listen boy. After this meeting, you follow your cousin. Learn his weaknesses"
Snotlout grinned in equal satisfaction. Like father like son. He could see it already; tracking the runt down with his unparalleled skills and learning every little secret about his waste of a cousin.
"Are ye even listening?"
It took him a moment to notice every pair of eyes was on him. Casting a quick glance, he noticed two things. Firstly, Hiccup and his bitch had left the hall. Secondly, one particular Chief glared at him far colder than the others.
"Yer on ya last warning, Snotlout!" Stoick bellowed. "Hiccup's ma son, and you will treat him with the respect he deserves"
Snotlout glowered. He was treating the runt with the respect he deserved.
"'Iccup saved our heineys by coming back, lad" Gobber said. "He ain't the kid he used to be. Grow up"
Snotlout was left to his own thoughts as the meeting droned on and on about boring battle plans. He wasn't getting action; any planning hardly mattered to him. Even Snotlout had to see the truth of the situation. As much as Hiccup deserved to be punished, Snotlout's constant abuse were making the Chief madder and madder. It was only a matter of time, that Stoick would remove his heirship altogether if he kept this up.
How was he supposed to spy on Hiccup and stay in his uncle's good books?
The answer came to him minutes later. After a headache-inducing amount of thinking, that was.
The meeting disbanded with one final war cry, and in a sea of muttering the Vikings made their way out to prepare for the battle. Snotlout approached the teenagers with a confident smirk.
"Get lost, Lout" Astrid growled.
"Yah, what she said" Ruffnut said dryly.
"What?" Snotlout mocked hurt. "Don't you want to hear what I was going to say, babe?"
Astrid's scowl deepened. When the others made no further comment, he explained himself. Holding his flex, of course.
"I was going to look for Hiccup, I wanna see how he trained. That's all" Snotlout said, not even bothering to lie.
"So what? You want us to come just so you get in less trouble, huh?" Astrid huffed. Snotlout felt his heart skip a beat. He didn't expect her to guess that.
"Err, no" he snorted. "I… I was just wondering if you wanted to join me. Consider it a date?" he waggled his eyebrows at her, and Astrid's gaze turned murderous. "I was kidding babe! Only kidding" he chuckled weakly. He knew that look, and knew he'd loose more teeth if he angered the beautiful beast.
"I figured you… a fellow warrior such as myself-" he gave a flex of his biceps, as if they doubted his strength. "-would be interested in learning how to fight the man who beat you, unless ye wanna loose again"
Astrid's eyes flickered with something else, other than anger. Snotlout was by no means intelligent, but he knew by striking her weak point – her pride in battle - he'd won her over.
"Ya playing at something else, Snot" Ruffnut said slowly, staring at Snotlout intensely. The Jorgenson would never admit it, but the Thorston girl was almost as terrifying as Astrid. Being borderline insane and obsessive with spontaneous violence, she was impossible to predict.
"Okay, fine" He said, turning on his heels and making for the door. "I'll look for him on ma own. Have fun" he called out.
He was maybe a dozen yards from the hall doors when Astrid called for him.
"Snotlout, wait" She said, almost regretfully from her voice tone.
Hiding his smirk of knowing victory, he turned with a curious smile. "Yes, Astrid?"
Silently hating herself, the Shield-Maiden growled out. "We'll help. But so help me if yer up to something"
o~0~O~0~o
(SNOTLOUT/ASTRID/HICCUP)
Being as bossy, uncoordinated and all round lazy as Snotlout was, it was a mere hour before Astrid took charge of the situation. They searched all over Berk for Hiccup and the strange girl he called his best friend, and soon deduced he was somewhere in the forest.
"Ya sure he's around here, Astrid?" Ruffnut asked.
"I remember the path to the grove off by heart" she said confidently. Astrid quickly flushed after realizing what she'd said.
"Someone's got it bad for the new Hiccup" Tuffnut cackled from the rear of the group.
Truth be told, every one of the teenagers following Astrid had their own motives to watch Hiccup train. Astrid had fallen hopelessly for Snotlout's ploy, and was eager to learn of his strengths and weaknesses. Admittedly, the swirling feeling in her stomach helped persuade her too. She didn't know what to make of it, but she couldn't deny a new sense of feeling come about regarding the auburn haired boy.
Fishlegs and Snotlout, strangely enough, came with similar intentions. Though far more innocent, the enormous blonde was terribly interested about Hiccup's fighting style. He'd only seen a flash of his combat capabilities. How was he supposed to hypothesize on statistical prowess from just that?
Ruffnut hadn't stopped thinking about Hiccup. And when she thought of Hiccup, it was just Hiccup. No clothes included. She felt rather bad for trying to win Hiccup's attention in the face of Astrid – a best friend who was foretold to have a chance at love with him. Then again, with Hiccup looking the way he was, she didn't let those thoughts linger.
Tuffnut just wanted to see violence. Who could blame him?
The path grew more familiar as they group carried on into the forest. Boot prints were fresh on the pathway they walked buy, and a general sense of excitement crept its way into the group like a warm breeze.
Finally, as the grove came into view, they heard voices.
Not voices. Sounds, just not of the talking nature.
"The Hel are they doing down in that place?" Astrid hissed, sweeping behind a large boulder for cover. She'd led the group to a small clearing in the forest surrounding the grove. They could look down and see everything, sparing the risk of venturing down there.
"From the sounds they are making, they sound heavily fatigued. Both parties severely lack breath" Fishlegs said, shaking slightly. "We-we shouldn't be doing this. Spying is wrong" he whimpered. "I thought we were to confront them!"
"Shut it, Fish" Snotlout growled. "Ye can pester them all ye want later. We watch for now" His eyes narrowed in a rare show of focus, and he looked over the cover to see.
"Come on, nearly there!" A feminine voice called.
"Yeah, yeah" a deeper one grunted.
Down in the grove, Katla and Hiccup could be seen on top of each other. By the looks of it, neither had shirts on.
"You used to be so much better that this. Gotten weak, Dragon Boy" she giggled.
"Shut… up. Ah!" Hiccup's complaints died in his throat, when the boy collapsed in a heap. Katla laughed and rolled off him, wearing nothing more than shorts and a breast-band.
"That was thirty two, Hiccup. Eight off the record" she declared. Katla faked disappointment, shaking her head sadly.
"Oh, do you want me to sit on your back, while you try push-ups?" Hiccup gasped, rolling onto his back while his naked chest heaved for air.
"Hardly fair. You're fat" Katla smirked.
Hiccup looked down at his torso. In the midday sunlight, every vein, muscle and scar seemed to glisten against the volumes of sweat. He raised a single eyebrow at Katla.
"She's blind" Ruffnut breathed, from behind cover. "I want him"
For once, Astrid didn't correct her. She just managed a wordless nod.
"He's not that strong" Snotlout snorted quietly.
Hiccup and Katla continued their workout, much to the annoyance of Snotlout. He expected them to practice moves he could learn to defend from, not watch his cousin build strength. Funnily enough, Astrid seemed to not mind.
"How long have we been… down here?" Hiccup panted. His sentences came out in heaves, as he lifted a heavy boulder and threw it a couple of yards up and down the grove.
"Hour or two, can't be sure" Katla called out. She stood comfortably on her hands, focusing on her breathing while Hiccup pushed his body in a far more physical manner.
"Feel the burn!" Hiccup grimaced, dusting himself off after a particularly large throw of the rock. He did his best to ignore the multitude of cuts and grazes the stone left. Wiping his face off with his tunic, he sat heavily on the rock and sighed. "How are you feeling, Katla?"
Katla gave a push of her arms, and twisted her body to land on feet. Like her boyfriend, Katla was coated in a thin film of sweat, and her silky black hair was messy in places. Hiccup liked what he saw.
"Yeah, pretty good actually" she grinned.
Hiccup cast a quick glance around the grove, and the Vikings watching threw themselves behind the boulder to hide. When they next heard his voice, it had taken a near unrecognizable tone.
"Y'know Katla, I think can think of more interesting ways to test stamina" He suggested, all too casually.
The Vikings frowned. What was he on about?
"Oh really?" Katla put her hands on her hips. "And what would that be, Dragon Boy?" she couldn't keep a straight face, and a smirk radiating excitement shone through.
Astrid and the others gave little consideration to Hiccup's odd nickname. The new and quickly escalating situation drew far more attention.
Hiccup gave one last wipe of his torso with his shirt and dumped it on the floor. Looking behind Katla, he saw a much larger boulder. It was waist height, and looked smooth enough that two people could lie comfortably on it. His grin widened, and he approached Katla.
"What're they up to?" Snotlout asked. There was little malice in his voice; the boy was truly clueless.
The answer became clear moments later. Hiccup's hands found themselves under Katla's rear, and pulled the girl off her feet. Katla's legs wrapped around his thin waist, and she looked down at him with a cheeky grin. He carried her to the boulder and laid her on the warm surface.
"You know, babe? With all the lies we've been telling these Vikings, I've almost forgotten you're my man. Maybe you should help refresh my memory" she giggled.
What.
Snotlout looked like a mace had been swung in his mouth and vanished. Eyes wide with shock, mouth limply hanging open. Tuffnut seemed bloody confused at Katla's statement.
And the girls…
Ruffnut's gaze could have probably melted Gronkle Iron to a boil. Her face was a swirling mix of fury and astonishment. Astrid found herself feeling like one of the Thorstons. Utterly incapable of a proper thought. She couldn't believe her eyes.
Hiccup and Katla clearly didn't notice their gaping stares from above the grove. They were both far too in the moment; tearing at each other's clothes and enjoying themselves in the sunlight.
"It's been too long, Katla" Hiccup smirked. "The amount of times I've thought of this…"
"Just shut up and kiss me, Dragon Boy" Katla interrupted, her voice sultry to say the least. Hiccup laughed throatily, and no further words were said. Legible words, that was.
Snotlout couldn't watch any longer. This was too much for him – for any of them! The stunning raven-haired girl was his lover? They'd been hiding it? Questions burst into his skull at a migraine rate, and none of them found a clue. Didn't Hiccup know how severe it was consummating out of wedlock? Snotlout was certain his cousin knew the implications… but from the way Hiccup used his body, this was far from the first time they'd done it.
"Let's… let's get out of here" Snotlout managed to choke out. His face was alarmingly red, and wasn't the only one rather desperate to leave. Astrid looked like she was in physical pain; watching Hiccup and that… girl do all sorts of heinous things to each other.
Facing the overwhelming urge to wash their eyes out, the teenagers retreated.
o~0~O~0~o
(HICCUP/KATLA)
The look on Hiccup's face was only comparable to Toothless in a Dragon-Nip field.
Eyes glinting in mischief, and a lazy smile on his face. Hiccup held Katla's hand as he led her through the forest back to Berk. He felt as if an enormous weight had been lifted off of his back, and he could finally breathe. Katia always seemed to have that effect on him. He loved it.
"-Midgard to Hiccup?" Katla giggled.
"Huh?" he answered, flushing. Had she been talking the whole time?
"I think I've broken you" she laughed, playfully flicking him over the ear. "As I was saying, do you think you'll be okay on the front lines? Y'know, what your Dad mentioned in the meeting earlier today"
"Oh, right. Well, I think so yeah" Hiccup shrugged. "More worried how everyone will react to seeing me in a real fight"
Katla grunted in agreement. "They sure lost it when you flogged Astrid, huh"
"I'm sure my Dad watching me slaughter Vikings won't cause any problems" he rolled his eyes.
Katla faltered slightly, and her grip on Hiccup's hand tightened. "You're not worried about taking lives?" she asked softly.
He could see the conflict on her face, clear as day. He sighed. "Any other cause, yeah I would be" he admitted. His green eyes took on an emerald-like hardness. "But these Vikings attacking Berk came willingly. They would kill everyone in their pursuit of power. It's them or us"
Katla didn't know how to reply. For several minutes she simply brooded on his response, and only when they came to a small stop by some Dragon Nip fields did she answer. She kissed him on the cheek: an innocent gesture of affection compared to their previous lovemaking that day.
"I'm proud of you, Hiccup" she blurted.
Hiccup's face had grown uncomfortable during the silence, and those words seemed to drain the negative out of him. He smiled shakily. "You… you are?"
"You're right. Odin knows these bastards deserve it after they tortured you. It's either we stop them, or they use what's left of Berk to enslave this 'Queen Dragon'" she said.
"Glad we agree on that" Hiccup said, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze. "Should we wear our armour if we're going to be fighting?"
Katla's face scrunched up. "What do you mean?"
"Well, our plan to keep all our secrets went very well" He rolled his eyes and Katla giggled. "Should we even bother hiding the fact that we have armor for fighting?"
"There's no way I'm letting you out in a battle without your suit or Gliave" Katla gave a stern tone only comparable with a mother. "We'll wear our armor. They don't know it's a flying suit, so no harm done"
Hiccup chuckled weakly as the pair continued walking. "Odin, my Father is still as thick as he is strong. I'm still stunned he hasn't dragged me aside to pester about the last three years. Hel, he hasn't even asked how I'm still alive!"
Katla knew where he was going with this. "Babe, I'm sure he's just too happy to focus on the details. All that matters too him is you're back, not how you did it. I could see it in his eyes when we first arrived" she explained. The last thing she wanted him to think was his father didn't care.
"I think you're right, yeah"
"Pft, you know I am Dragon Boy"
"Oh, shush you" he chuckled. "I'll admit, it felt good to see him so proud when I beat Astrid"
"I think he's always known you were capable of so much more" she smiled. "Look at you now! Fierce muscly warrior, kicking that blonde girl's ass. All you need to do is show Snotlout whose boss, and a few Outcasts"
"Easy peasy" He couldn't resist an eye roll.
They ceased holding hands as they returned to Berk, for what seemed the umpteenth time. As much as they disliked it, they knew hiding their status together was for the best. The situation was complex enough as it was without the Vikings knowing, wasn't it?
And he was pleased to see Berk was business as usual.
Unlike the last time, when he'd defeated Astrid, nobody cast him the weary eye. Nobody scowled. Nobody even ignored him. Katla and he strolled back through Berk, noticing the way everyone was hard at work. It seemed every man, woman and child was in a hurry; barking orders and carrying items about like an ant hive. A hairy, brutish ant hive, thrilled for a battle.
"Seems your dad sure knows how to run a village" Katla commented. "All hands on deck for this raid, I guess"
"Sure looks like it" Hiccup nodded. "I'm glad he's taking this seriously"
"Of course he is. These are his people" she nodded furiously. The pair returned to the Meade Hall, where the absence of noise and Vikings outside indicated the meeting was all but over. True to Stoick's word, the large Chief was waiting for him and Katla.
"Where ye two been?" Stoick grovelled. "Meetin' finished an hour ago"
"We went for a little walk, got carried away sorry" Hiccup winced. Very little of that sentence was actually true, and 'carried away' hardly covered it.
"Aye, okay" Stoick dropped the subject with a sigh. "Ma boy, I'm sorry about Snotlout. The lads always had a short temper, try t' ignore him"
Hiccup smiled at that. At least his father had changed somewhat when it came to apologizing.
"Now, onto tha plan" Stoick clapped his hands together. "I want ye and the other two on the front lines. If ye can take down Astrid those damn Outcasts will be no problem"
"You really think we'll be able to help?" Hiccup asked genuinely. He was torn with his father's decision. Did he truly think Hiccup would be of use? Or was he merely willing to see him prove himself?
"Of course son! Now, ye need armor I assume?" Stoick raised an eyebrow.
"Oh uh, no I think we'll be okay" Hiccup winced. "I think we have a little something back in our ship that'll suffice"
Stoick's brow furrowed even further, and Katla internally cringed. She could practically see the questions wanting to burst out of him mouth – a look he'd given his newly returned son more times than someone should. But no. After a life time of criticizing every move the boy made, Stoick was determined to change. He gave a nod of approval, biting back any will to interrogate.
The trio spent the next few minutes discussing the plan established in their absence. It was crude in nature, but with Vikings having a particular knack in all things crude, Hiccup didn't doubt its success.
"The preparations should be done before midnight, which gives us a couple days t' plan the smaller details" Stoick concluded.
"It's a great idea, dad" Hiccup smiled. "They don't stand a chance"
"Aye. We'll see what happens when Outcasts mess with ma town!" the Chief growled.
Katla laughed nervously. "Go Vikings, woo"
"Son, it's been too long since we had a meal together!" Stoick gave his son a hearty slap on the back. "How about ye and yer friends share a barrel of mead at our hut?" he asked.
At the very mentioning of alcohol the couple seemed to blanch. Not again.
"Eh, sure dad!" Hiccup sounded less than enthusiastic, but his father didn't pick up on it. "A meal sounds great. We'll bring along Lodin and Nina"
"Atta' boy. I think we can finally get around to sharin' all our adventures over the years. That's what fathers an' sons do, ain't it?" Stoick boomed. The yelling of several Vikings further from the Meade Hall quickly sapped his attention. "Ah Odin. I'll get back to yeh soon" Stoick turned on his heels and made his way down the Meade Hall stairs, leaving Hiccup and Katla.
"He really likes those 'one sided conversations', doesn't he?" Hiccup finished lamely. Katla snorted in amusement.
"You've got that right" Her eyes lit up, as what Stoick said processed in her head. "You've never shown me inside your house, have you?"
Hiccup grinned knowingly. "You really want to see it?" Katla flicked him over the ear, "Ow!"
"Of course I do! Come one, let's go find the other two and bring them along"
o~0~O~0~o
(HICCUP/KATLA/NINA/LODIN/SNOTLOUT)
"You used to sleep in this?"
"For the third time Lodin, yes"
"But, but it's like two feet long!"
It took at least two hours for Hiccup and his girlfriend to find their two friends. After tracking them to a game of target practise near the Village outskirts, they quickly returned to Berk for a tour of Hiccup's room. Needless to say they weren't exactly awed by some of the features.
The window was drawn close, leaving an almost musky haze in the candlelit room which was once Hiccup's living space. Unsurprisingly, dust was rife throughout the place.
"Lodin, I wasn't always this size" Hiccup laughed, sitting experimentally on his bed. The wooden support under the furs creaked a little – it had been a very long time since someone had even touched the bed, let alone used it.
"Yeah, you were about that size when we first met you" Nina smirked. "Thin as a grain of wheat"
"I'm flattered"
"You didn't take all of your prototypes to Helgafjall, when you left?" Katla asked. Hiccup looked over his shoulder to see what she meant exactly. His girlfriend was leant over a small table, still littered with drawings he'd done years ago.
"Has your dad touched anything in this home, Hiccup?" Lodin frowned.
"I thought he would have thrown it out, or something" Hiccup muttered. He was truly stumped as to why Stoick seemingly left the room as if he hadn't been away all those years.
"This design is… very un-Hiccup-ish" Nina said, having snatched one of the designs off Katla.
"Yeah…" Hiccup rubbed the back of his neck with a wince. "Those ones are from before, y'know. I was still trying to earn my dad's respect"
"Ya still haven't. Ye never will"
The group froze, and Katla's face twisted into an expression of fury. She'd quickly come to hate that voice.
Heavy footsteps trundled up towards the room, and the door swung open so that Hiccup, Katla, Lodin and Nina came face to face with one smug looking Viking.
"Snotlout" they managed to say – or sneer in a couple cases – at once.
"That's my name, don't wear it out" he snarked, strolling into the room with a fiendish smirk. "Useless, I've been going easy on you these past few days, and I think ma nice streak has run out" he declared.
"Has it now?" Hiccup rolled his eyes.
"It has!" the Viking growled. "First you steal Astrid off me, and now you think you can just take my place as Heir?" his eyes narrowed dangerously. "I don't think so"
"I don't think so either, Lout" Hiccup sighed, shaking his head in exasperation. This boy's attempts at intimidating him had quickly gone from an annoyance to a boredom. "I don't know what on Midgard makes you think I like Astrid, or want to be Chief!"
"Dragon Shit" Snotlout sneered. "Why else did you beat Astrid then? Huh?"
"Because he didn't want his skull split in half by an axe, maybe?" Lodin suggested.
"Because an idiot like you doesn't have the strength to do it yourself?" Nina raised an eyebrow.
Snotlout spluttered, his face turning a sickly purple shade as the Viking-esq rage dug deeper into him. His composure quickly recovered however, with that same grin he entered the room with. Something about it made Katla and Hiccup particularly uncomfortable.
"It don't matter, anyway" Snotlout smirked. "I think I know a way to make sure none of that happens"
While the threat was – for the most part – utterly pointless, four pairs of eyebrows raised in admitted interest.
"And how will that happen, huh?" Hiccup said sardonically. "Better not be intimidating, because I think I've grown a bit bored of it"
"Same"
"Yep, me too"
"Me and my friends took ah little stroll into the forest earlier this morning, did ye know?" Snotlout chirped, interrupting any more snide remarks. Lodin and Nina looked at each other with a frown.
"Congratulations. So?" Lodin said.
Snotlout looked to Hiccup and Katla. His grin grew wider at their equal looks of horror. He had them this time, that's for sure.
"It was a pretty odd thing to see in that Grove, you two" Snotlout thrust a finger at Hiccup and Katla. Both their faces didn't know whether to blanch of flush.
"Oh, for the love of Odin" Nina groaned loudly, burying her face in her hands the moment she caught on. "You idiots"
"Yeah, that's right Useless" Snotlout beamed. "I saw what you did with 'ya lover'. And if you fuck up anything, or get in the way of me and being Chief, I'll tell everyone"
Hiccup was speechless. Blackmailed? By Snotlout?
The Viking laughed. It was a harsh laugh; a mean one. "Oh I've got you now cousin! Yer done fooling about and strutting this place like you own it" he spat. "Law is law, maybe ye forgot that when you were off faking dead, but a Viking bedding outside of wedlock – especially a Chief's son – is a serious crime" Hiccup felt sick watching his cousin's face twist into utter glee. "I could have you exiled, or even put to the blood eagle! Ha ha!"
Hiccup flinched violently at the mentioning of that brutal device. His three friends had mercifully lived their lives unaware such gruesome killing methods existed.
Snotlout had his cousin completely on the run, and being the bully he was, couldn't resist digging the wound a little deeper. He paced around Hiccup's room like a predator. "Just imagine, your father coming so close to actually respecting you, only for him to learn all along you've been laying with this… whore" he said smugly.
Nina and Lodin's eyes shot open in horror. They turned to Hiccup, whose face had been washed away of panic and was replaced by something different. Oh no.
Snotlout faltered ever so slightly, noticing how the room seemed to drop several degrees with Hiccup's new expression.
"What did I say would happen if you used that word again, Lout" Hiccup asked. His voice was low.
Snotlout spluttered out a reply, reaffirming his blackmail, only to be stamped out. "Not sure if you remembered me saying this before I beat Astrid cousin, but I'm no Viking. Your rules don't apply to me"
Hiccup looked to Katla. Her expression was steely much like his. She'd enjoy what would come next. "See my girlfriend here, Snotlout? She and I have a lot in common" he explained.
The Viking stood uneasily in the room in front of Hiccup and his friends. The last time his cousin wore that… haunting look, he'd been intimidated to say the least. The fact that he so openly admitted to being her boyfriend only made him feel less sure of himself.
"She was also bullied by scum during her earlier years. People were so damn jealous of her and her skills as a fighter, they made her life worse than the realm of Hel. Can you believe that?" Hiccup said. "Lucky for us all, my lover never gives up so easily. She ignored them almost every day, and took out her anger in the ring when she could have ruined them with a single punch"
Hiccup ceased the almost-adoring gaze he gave Katla and looked to Snotlout, eyes ablaze with fury. "Because of that wonderful past she had, she's grown completely used to insults like that. She doesn't even get offended!"
Hiccup took a step forward, and his three friends took a step back. Snotlout found himself looking up to Hiccup, and for a split second the Viking felt genuine fear.
"Unfortunately for you, Snotlout…" Hiccup cracked his knuckles. "I am not her"
With a growl of anger Hiccup, quite literally, tackled Snotlout out through the window.
Sorry if it's a little short. The next chapter will be a big one, and hopefully be released sooner. Thank you so much for toning down all the demands, it's so good not waking up to a couple dozen P/Ms all with various threats! :P
(P.S. 'The Boy Behind The Mask' is simply a warm up. As of last night, something new is coming…)
