I'm getting way too caught up in TAAOFHAW... I keep forgetting I have another story to finish! Don't you worry, dear readers, I am back again. I will try to get at least two chapters up the next few days, because I'm feeling INSPIRED!

Alright, here it is. The punishment of Spitelout. And Snotlout riding his dragon for the first time!

Enjoy!

Chapter 54 Banishing Spitelout

'Alright. Remember, trust.'

Snotlout nodded. He was standing in the Arena, next to Hiccup. They were looking at the doors of Hookfang's cage. It had been a week since Spitelout had been exposed as an abuser, and although Snotlout had felt better only days after, only now he trusted himself with the dragon again.

'Hiccup? Toothless is still injured right? How are you going to fly with me?'

Before Hiccup could answer, Snowflake came running up to him. Wrenlou followed a little slower.

'That's how.' Hiccup said while stroking Snowflake's nose, the dragon purring loudly. 'Now, why don't you open those doors?'

'Me?' Snotlout asked. 'Are you serious?'

Hiccup nodded. 'Hookfang is your dragon now. Go on, he won't hurt you.'

While Snotlout tentatively walked towards the giant wooden doors, Wrenlou tapped Hiccup's shoulder.

'If you need me, I'm with Toothless. I have to remove a lot of stitches from his wing. It's going to take a while. Take care okay?'

Hiccup nodded, a smile spreading on his face. Thanks to Wrenlou's care the membrane had healed quite well so far, now it needed to heal without the stitches keeping it together. He turned back to Snotlout. The man had opened the doors and was laughing as the dragon nuzzled him. Hiccup stood amazed. He wasn't sure if he had ever heard Snotlout laugh like that.

'Okay! Come over here.'

Snotlout walked back to Hiccup and Snowflake, Hookfang following him eagerly.

'Alright. There are a few things you need to know about dragon riding. First, I have no idea how a Nightmare will be, I never rode one before. So, you are at the beginning of a whole new chapter in dragon riding history. But don't worry, you won't be alone, like I was when I first rode Toothless. And, you don't have to worry about prosthetic tailfins. Now, I think it's best if you sit behind his head and hold his horns.'

'Eh... okay...'

Hiccup waited until Snotlout was in the dragon, then he hopped on Snowflake's back.

'Okay girl, why don't we start nice and easy. Make sure he can keep up, okay?'

Snowflake crooned and spread her wings, but stopped, confused when Hiccup shifted his weight in the saddle. She turned her head to her rider, looking at him questioningly.

'Sorry... Old habits, you know? It's how Toothless and I take off.'

The dragon warbled a response and flapped her wings. She walked out of the Arena before taking to the sky. Hookfang followed, Snotlout clenching the dragon's horns for dear life. Hiccup watched his cousin, while at the same time trying to adjust to Snowflake's way of flying. He had flown with her before and he knew her almost as well as he knew Toothless, but every time he stepped on her back, he had to flip a switch, remind himself that this wasn't Toothless. The biggest thing he had to get used to was that he didn't have to control the tailfin.

'Hiccup, look! I'm on a dragon!'

Hiccup turned to Snotlout. The man had a ridiculous smile on his face while he hung on to the horns.

'So you are. Now you have to get that dragon to do what you want. Like this.'

A small tuck on the saddle, and Snowflake turned around, hovering in front of Hookfang. The Nightmare jolted to a halt, almost flinging his rider from his back.

'Whoa! Watch it!'

'Control Snotlout. It's all about control. Now turn around.'

'How... how do I do that?'

'Steer. Use the horns to pull him in the right direction. I wish I had more time to teach you all this, but all you need to get to Dragoncity is basic knowledge. And you won't have to go alone. Now turn him around.'

Snotlout pulled the horns, turning the dragons head around. After a short growl, Hookfang complied, beating his wings to stay in place as he now faced Berk again.

'Good. Now do it again.'

This time, Hookfang turned without protesting, and Snotlout smiled widely.

'I did it!'

'Yes you did. Now, you must know that trust is key. I already told you that. You must trust your dragon as much as he must trust you. Not only that, but you must trust the people you fly with as well. There are some crazy trust exercises you can do to test that trust, but I won't put you through that just yet. For now, you have to get the hang of flying. Just follow my lead okay?'

'Okay. Hiccup? Thank you. For doing this.'

Hiccup smiled, then urged Snowflake forward. Hookfang followed, careful so his rider wouldn't slip of his back. They kept their pace slow, just flying around. Hiccup gave Snotlout easy things to do, like have Hookfang hover, or turn around. They had been doing this for a few hours, when Snotlout sighed.

'Hiccup? Can we go back? I'm starting to get sore...'

'Sure we can. We can continue tomorrow I think. Come on girl, let's go back.'

Both dragons turned around and flew back to the Arena. They hadn't gone very far, mostly just flying around the island. As soon as they landed, Snotlout slid of the dragon's back, rubbing his legs.

'Man, I have never felt this before. Damn...'

'You'll get used to it. Why don't you give him some fish, then put him back in his pen.'

Snotlout nodded and walked towards the basket of fish next to the doors of the Arena. Hookfang followed, his claws ticking on the stone. Snowflake crooned and cocked her head.

'Off you go. Go find Wrenlou.'

Hiccup gave the dragon a push and she returned the gesture, nearly sending him to the ground. He stumbled a little, but she was gone already. He sighed as he watched Snotlout guide Hookfang back into the pen and close the doors. He sure hoped Toothless would be able to fly soon. Flying with Snowflake was nice, it just wasn't the same.

'What do we do now?'

'Now you do whatever you like. Snotlout, one more thing...'

His cousin turned around, frowning. 'What?'

'My father wants to send Spitelout off the island tomorrow. If you want to be there...'

Snotlout's frown became an angry one at the mention of his father. 'I don't know yet. Is he still in the plaza?'

Hiccup nodded. 'He is. He will be until tomorrow. If I were you, I would stay away from him.'

'You don't have to tell me that. Really, you don't. I guess I'll see you tomorrow.'

Hiccup sighed as he watched Snotlout disappear. Slowly, he began to make his way over to the barn where Toothless was. He avoided the plaza, because Spitelout would start screaming insults at who ever passed him, demanding to be let go, and he wasn't in the mood for that.

The door of the barn was cracked open and when he entered, he was greeted by a lick across his face. He pushed the dragon away, then his eyes widened.

'Toothless!'

Toothless wailed loudly and continued to lick him. Hiccup laughed and threw his arms around the dragon's neck. For a moment, they stood like that, then Hiccup pulled away.

'Oh Toothless...'

He looked the dragon over. His broken wing had healed and was tucked against the dragons body, the other wing was trailing, but was no longer held together by stitches. His tail was still bandaged, but the wound must be healed.

'Come back you big lizard. I wasn't done yet.'

Hiccup peeked over the dragon's back. Wrenlou was sitting in the straw, legs crossed. He was looking at them with amusement all over his face. Toothless warbled in protest and pushed his nose in Hiccup's chest. Wrenlou sighed.

'Hiccup, a little help here?'

Hiccup smiled. 'Come on bud, let him finish. The sooner he's done, the sooner you can fly again.'

Toothless pounced over to Wrenlou, positioning himself so that he could resume working on the wing again. Hiccup sat down next to his brother.

'So how did things go with Snotlout?'

'Surprisingly well. I think he can have the basics down in a few days. He could be leaving next week.'

'That's good...'

'How is his wing?'

'Healing better than I expected. He still can't fly though, but he will be back in the air earlier than I anticipated.'

'That's good right?'

'Yes it is. Oh, your little friend had been here all day.'

'Little friend...?'

Wrenlou pointed to a small, curled up bundle next to Toothless. The Terror was snoring slightly, making small noises in it's sleep.

'Sharpshot?'

The dragon's eyes shot open upon hearing the name and he jumped to his feet. After a good stretch he sauntered over to Hiccup, curling on his lap. Toothless made a sound and shoved his nose against Hiccup's legs, demanding attention.

'Don't worry Toothless, you will always be number one for me.'

For the next few hours, Hiccup watched silently as Wrenlou removed the rest of the stitches. Not only was it a very meticulous work, he needed to be careful not to cut the membrane of the wing. And any sudden movement from the dragon would only make matters worse. Wrenlou was nearly done when he looked up, resting the knife.

'Can you get me something to drink?'

'Sure! Be right back!'

'Thanks...' Wrenlou mumbled, resuming his work on Toothless wing.

As soon as Hiccup stood up, there was a protest from the Terror on his lap. The little dragon flew up, chirping and hissing at him.

'Hey, the world isn't all about you and where you want to sleep. You can come to the Great Hall if you're nice, if not, you can just stay here, got it?'

The Terror chirped before landing on his shoulder. He could hear Wrenlou chuckle while he walked towards the door. He couldn't help but start humming softly while he went to the Great Hall. Today had been a great day already. Snotlout had been nice, he had listened for the first time in his life, Toothless would be flying again a good deal sooner than anticipated, his own leg was healing very fast and he had come to a point where he could walk without a crutch.

He completely ignored Spitelout as he walked across the plaza, but Sharpshot didn't. After the man wouldn't stop screaming, the little dragon flew from Hiccup's shoulder and landed on Spitelout's head, chirping and whistling loudly. When the man still wouldn't shut up, Sharpshot bit his nose. Hard. Hiccup chuckled when the dragon flew back to him and landed on his shoulder, little claws digging into his skin.

'Bad dragon.' He tried to scold the Terror, but he was laughing to hard to be taken serious.

When he got back to the barn, he pushed the door open and Sharpshot flew in. He was holding a cup between his front paws and dropped it next to Wrenlou.

'Our own little messenger I see.'

Hiccup laughed and sat down again, picking the cup from the straw and filling it with water.

'Thank you. Hey, take a look at this.'

He pulled Toothless tail closer, putting it down on Hiccup's lap. Hiccup stared down at the single black tailfin, frowning. Wrenlou sighed and turned it a bit, revealing a slight bump opposite of the tailfin.

'See? I told you it would grow back. It only needs time.'

His eyes widened as he suddenly understood what the bump was. The beginning of a new tailfin. After ten years, here it was. He gently rubbed the bump. It didn't look like much, just a little ridge on the side of Toothless' tail, but it was something.

'It sure takes it's time, doesn't it?'

'I also told you it could take fifty years or more. But hey, it's progress!'

Toothless wailed loudly, expressing his happiness about the regeneration tailfin. Hiccup found it impossible to stop smiling. A great day had just gotten better.

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Hiccup watched as Gobber readied the little boat that would carry Spitelout off of Berk. Toothless crooned next to him and Hiccup smiled. Wrenlou had given the dragon permission to leave the barn. Provided that he didn't try to use his wing. So now the dragon followed Hiccup everywhere he went, trotting behind him like an obedient dog.

He took a deep breath as he walked towards the plaza, quickly finding Wrenlou and the other riders there. They were standing next to his father. He joined them, while all of Berk quickly gathered at the plaza. A banishment was always fun to see.

'So... dad. What made you decide to go through with it?'

'You were right Hiccup. It doesn't matter if he ends up with Alvin. We have dragons to protect us. And I don't think he'll try anything after I'm done with him...'

Hiccup frowned. 'What do you...'

Stoick didn't answer but instead raised his hands, silencing the crowd.

'I believe I will not have to tell you why we are here. The meeting we had in the Great Hall two day ago made that clear to all. But for the ones that could not attend, I will repeat it. This man's crime, is worse than murder. He abused his own son, and later the Heir of Berk, for years. He beat him, you all saw that in the Arena. For this, he will be banished to Outcast Island. But to make sure he never returns...'

Hiccup frowned. He wasn't sure he liked the tone of his fathers voice.

'Gobber! Bring me an axe!'

'Dad? What are you doing?'

'Hiccup, you asked me to trust you when you asked if you could train the dragons. Now it's your turn to trust me.'

Hiccup took a deep breath and nodded. Gobber put the axe in Stoick's outstretched hand.

'Bring him to me.'

As two men were dragging Spitelout towards Stoick, firmly holding the axe, Hiccup suddenly realized what his father was planning to do. He stumbled, only slightly, but found support from Toothless. His eyes met Wrenlou's, looking at him with worry in his eyes.

'He... he's going to...'

Wrenlou shushed him, gently placing a hand on his shoulder. 'I know he is. He asked me to... you know, after...'

'Oh gods...'

'Hiccup, don't tell me you care now.'

'I don't, but I know the pain. Wren... I can almost feel it. My leg...'

'Sit down.' Wrenlou whispered. 'Get on Toothless.'

Hiccup shook his head. 'I'll be fine... don't worry, I'll be fine.'

Wrenlou gave a short nod, then turned back to the plaza. Now Hiccup saw the bag that was hanging over his shoulder.

The two men forced Spitelout to kneel in front of Stoick. Stoick's eyes grew dark as he looked down on his brother.

'Just get it over with.' Spitelout grunted. He had quickly picked up on what Stoick was planning.

Stoick gripped the axe tighter, raising it slightly, and now the realization sank in with the rest of the riders.

'Oh gods...' Leila whispered, and she buried her head in Wrenlou's chest. He put an arm around her, gently rubbing her back.

'Hiccup...'

'Be still Astrid.'

'But he's...'

'I know.' Hiccup whispered, taking her in his arms. 'I know.'

Stoick brought the axe down. The riders gasped, Leila almost screaming as she quickly looked away. The loudest scream came from Spitelout, now clutching his wrist, where one his right hand had been. Stoick turned to Wrenlou and gestured him forward. Wrenlou gently pushed Leila way, his hand brushing over her head when he walked towards the viking on the ground. He let the bag slip from his shoulder.

No one said anything while he quickly bandaged the bleeding stump. Spitelout avoided his gaze, his eyes fixed on the ground. As quickly as he could, Wrenlou finished and stood up again, leaving Spitelout to the mercy of his brother once again.

He was dragged towards the small boat, and pushed into it.

'Leave. Never come back.'

Spitelout opened his mouth to say something, when his eyes fell on a figure standing behind Hiccup.

'Snotlout! Come here! Right now!'

Hiccup turned a little, putting his arm around his cousin's shoulders. Susan grabbed his hand, and Sharon moved in front of him.

'You will never see him again.' Stoick barked. 'Now leave!'

The little boat pushed off, disappearing over the water. The villagers left, as did the other riders, leaving only Hiccup, Wrenlou and Snotlout.

'Hiccup? Is it possible... is it possible that I get a new name in Dragoncity? I mean... it just... it reminds me of him... and I never really liked it.'

'Of course you can.' Hiccup said, his arm still around his cousin. 'It's a new start, you can start over with everything. If that includes a new name, then you can choose a new name.'

'I just don't know any.'

'You have time. I think you should expect to be leaving next week or so. At least you don't have to worry about... him.'

He vaguely waved in the direction the boat had sailed of to.

'He cut off his hand.' Hiccup nodded. He could still feel the flash of pain that had raced through his leg the moment Stoick brought the axe down. 'I don't even care.'

Hiccup smiled weakly at Snotlout's announcement. 'Does it bother you? That you don't care?' Snotlout shook his head. 'Good. Don't think about it. Think about Hookfang. Think about your new name. Will you come to the Arena later?'

Snotlout nodded, and Hiccup left him, standing on the docks, staring at the horizon. Wrenlou stayed, standing next to Snotlout. It was silent for a while, the Wrenlou looked over at Snotlout.

'What about Morvin? It suits you.'

'Morvin? Is that a Dragoncity name?'

'You mean our language? No, it's Gaelic. From an island group a few days from here. But it suits you.'

The silence lasted while Snotlout murmured the name softly. Then he looked up.

'I'm going to have to learn the language, don't I?'

'Yes. But it's not hard. Ask Hiccup to give you some lessons later today. Believe me, it's easy compared to dragon riding.'

He turned around and started to get up to the village, but was stopped by Snotlout.

'Thanks. For everything.'

'You're welcome. Morvin.'

Snotlout smiled as he turned back to the water. The name did have a nice ring to it. It was certainly better than Snotlout.

'Morvin.' He muttered softly. 'I like that.'

Morvin is a Gaelic name, given to baby boys. In Gaelic the meaning of the name Morvin is: Pale. I'm not trying to say that Snotlout is pale, that's just it's meaning. Some more info I found on the name:

SoulUrge Number: 6

People with this name have a deep inner desire for a stable, loving family or community, and a need to work with others and to be appreciated.

Expression Number: 1

People with this name tend to initiate events, to be leaders rather than followers, with powerful personalities. They tend to be focused on specific goals, experience a wealth of creative new ideas, and have the ability to implement these ideas with efficiency and determination. They tend to be courageous and sometimes aggressive. As unique, creative individuals, they tend to resent authority, and are sometimes stubborn, proud, and impatient.