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Chapter Ten: "Happy" Snoggletog

Snoggletog week is supposed to be happy. And it was, at least for the rest of Berk. Kids where running all around trying to help in decorations but most of the time their help was as wanted as the twins'. Even when the kids did help they often get on the other's way.

But when Hiccup leaved a weird darkness consumed the village. My father said that hadn't happened since Valka died. The chief barely leaved his house leaving Spitelout in charge.

A day hadn't pass since her outcast and he was already shouting around that his son was now the heir to Berk's throne. Even when Stoick still could chose a heir Spitelout declared, that being his cousin, his son should be the heir so Berk's chieftain were still in the family.

Everyone was acting more normal and happy since it has been three weeks but the chief was still locked inside his house –I have just seen him twice. "It's like when she died." My father had said, "He doesn't get out, he doesn't take care of the village, the dragons in the arena escaped, no one knows how, and he didn't bothered to see what happened!"

My mother hadn't like his attitude and told him to leave the man alone; he had just lost his only daughter. Father said he should get over it and then said something even worse, "Hiccup is a traitor, at least Valka died." After that I had leaved the table and climbed the stairs to my room, shutting the door after me.

Hiccup had become as unspeakable as her mother. And still everyone talked about her. In whispers every Hooligan gossiped, of how she had tricked the village in the arena, of how she did leaved after every training session to the forest and she didn't returned until night.

But even when I hadn't told anyone and anyone had noticed. Even when I tried my best to hide it even from me, even when it had been weeks since she left… I felt a huge weight on my chest for doing what I did.

One day father had said I did the right thing reveling her betrayal. That day I knew I had done no right and the weight on my chest grew. But what other words where you expecting from a man who disowned his own brother for feeling fear?

I entered the Great Hall rubbing my arms to warm myself. As soon as I closed the big gate and walked inside I felt better. I shook the snow off my shoulders and walked to the table where Fishlegs and the Thorston's twins were discussing.

"I'm just saying it would be totally cool." Tuffnut said.

"Yeah, and it would be worth the risk." Ruffnut said after a drink from her mug.

"First of all, there is no Whispering Deaths in Berk, you would need to travel off the island." Fishlegs told them," And second, you would probably get yourself killed before you get too close-"

"Hey, Asher! Would you ride a dragon?" Ruffnut cut Fishlegs mid-sentence.

"What?"

"I would totally ride a Whispering Death." Tuffnut said and I sat at Fishlegs' side.

"You are joking…" I said slowly, with this two you never know when they are talking seriously.

"Is this my joking face?" Tuffnut said leaning in his elbow and looking me in what I suppose was a serious face.

I rolled my eyes, "Why would you want to ride a dragon?" The twins laughed.

"Oh, my friend, you are being very close-minded."

"Here we go again." Fishlegs whispered and the twins began to ramble about how awesome would be to control a dragon. Their idea was basically set fire to everything.

"You know, they actually could be very helpful." Fishlegs said after thinking about the subject a little.

"What? Fishlegs, you too?" I said incredulously turning to him on the bench.

"Wow, Fishlegs. I didn't know you had a destructive mind!" Ruffnut said in awe.

"I think we are progressing in him." Tuffnut 'whispered' to his sister with a hand at his mouth's side.

"No, really, think about it." I raised an eyebrow to him, "Take for example a Timberjack, if you can control them they could chop wood in minutes when a Viking could take hours. Dragons are faster than Vikings, travel from island to island would be faster." Fishlegs started, "And let's not talk about the protection they could give to attacks from-"

"Okay, okay. I've got it, Fish'" I said, drawing a hand up to stop him, "But… you are not seriously thinking about… training a dragon." I said, it even sounds wrong. How could you train a dragon? "Aside it is insane, that's why Hiccup was outlawed."

"Basically she outlawed herself," Snotlout said behind me and sat at my side, he was right, by now (thanks to his father) everyone knew about the letter Hiccup let to Stoick. "And they could be helpful on war."

I stared at him and the others, one by one. "You can't be serious!" I almost yelled, "Dragons are the enemy." I said remarking every word.

"Yes, we know, Asher." Fishlegs said slowly to calm me down.

"Then why you act like you don't." I lowered my voice at its normal volume.

"You have to admit, if we could control them…" Ruffnut began.

"They would be pretty useful at war." Tuffnut completed and added, "Burn down everyone's ships, no survivors."

"Hiccup can control them and she could turn them against us!" Snotlout put a hand on my shoulder.

"Asher, I know Hiccup. She is not the… violent kind. At least not physically, just verbal." Snotlout said. I knew. I knew Hiccup too. She would never hurt anyone, that's why I needed to be the best, to prove her father I could protect her- I-I mean- what?

I bit my lower lip and stared down, cursing myself for thinking about her like that again and moving my thoughts back to the conversation. "She wouldn't hurt anyone unless she is really pissed off." Snotlout continued. "She is smart, she wouldn't stay close to the island. With that dragon she probably is at the other side of the Archipelago by now. May be she even left." Snotlout shrugged.

"A Night Fury would have at lest speed 16," Fishlegs added, "she could leave the Archipelago in a few days. If she leaved, she probably is very far from here."

"And don't you think we had give her enough reasons to be pissed off?" I asked them, "Yes, she probably leaved. But she can come back." I gave them no chance to talk and added, "If she really can control dragons and she comes back, I don't think we could have a chance against her." The doors opened before any could answer me, everyone's attention turned to them for a second to see who entered. It was just Spitelout.

Snotlout groaned and looked away. He was angry with his father; he didn't like him walking around like if he's the chief and less that he had declare him as heir. For years Snotlout had told Hiccup that she wasn't material for chieftain and that the village would be better at his hands. I don't know if he really meant it or not but now that was the moment he didn't like it.

Snotlout may be a good Viking. He may be a better Viking than Hiccup was. But he didn't like responsibilities, didn't like to stay put in the same place, didn't followed orders, and I was sure he was going to make his father notice it.

The conversation dropped. I stood up for food and when I returned they where talking of other thing. I joined the conversation as long as it took me to eat but I leaved the Hall when I finished.

I didn't know where to go, I just didn't feel like talking, even to my friends so I took Hiccup's steps and leave to the woods for some quite time. I let my feet drive me trough the forest, letting footsteps on the snow.

Taking out my axe from by back I began to swing it around, just because it felt right in my hand. It was the only thing that felt right. I untied the string that allowed me to hang it like a bag so I could play better with it.

I didn't know where I was when I stopped but I looked around a found a tree with big rots and, moving the snow out of the way, I sat in the cold dirt between two of them. I let the axe at my side and hugged myself to keep warmth.

The weight on my chest crushed me, like a hand with a cold grip around my heart. I buried my face on my hands with a groan and forced me not to cry. Not again. But after tree weeks I still couldn't get her out of my head.

After tree weeks I still couldn't get to stop worry about her. And deep down I knew I would never stop. Whatever happens to her wasn't my problem anymore.

But I couldn't get her face out of my head. And for a moment I let me wonder again, what would have happened if I had let her explain what she wanted to explain? What would have happened if I had listened? What would have happened if I hadn't talk?

She had been determinate to leave, to keep her stupid Night Fury safe. Whatever I could have done wouldn't change anything. But the "what if-s" where still there.

And I regret it. I regret it so much. Because even if she had leaved, she had chose to do it at our backs and I had ruin that. I had made her confront the village, confront her father and I can't get her terrified face when she saw I was delaying her out of my head. Neither when she saw her father. Then was when I realized I had screwed it.

Now, I can't get her expression away, when she saw me, when she saw her father, when he took her in a grip that even I could feel, when the Night Fury and Stoick began to fight, how she screamed for them to stop but everyone just shoved her off, I wanted to help her stand up, to drive her away from a battle she wouldn't want to see. But I was the last person she would have wanted help from.

And her eyes, her precious green eyes that I always loved so much, drowned in tears that shouldn't be there and that I could only feel responsible for.

Yes, she outlawed herself, and yes, she decided to leave. But not in that way, and that was my fault. But she wasn't here anymore; she wasn't a Hairy Hooligan and I should stop carrying about her.

I took out a wooden bracelet from the bag in my belt and rolled it in my fingers. It was Hiccup's Snoggletog's present. I had spent weeks craving it, giving it details that I never ended. Finishing it was as senseless as my feeling for her since she left.

I looked at her name inside the bracelet and grip it in my hands, "Happy Snoggletog, Hiccup." I whispered and after a moment I let it on the ground and stood up to return to the village.

Days where getting cooler outside but inside the nest where as warmth as the day I arrived. I don't really know how much had passed since then but if I thought then where a lot of hatchlings running around a few days ago the rest of the eggs exploded. Even the dragons got away from the nests when they hatched, after the havoc the parents hurried to nuzzle and feed their babies.

It seemed that dragons liked to collect Viking things and I had found them all around the nest; some dragons had completely seize some objects but some were just scattered around. One day the dragons returned form a flight with new things. I asked Toothless and he explained it was so the hatchlings could familiarize with the smell of Vikings.

In the last weeks I had get to understand more dragons and even more Toothless; I could practically hear him talk sometimes. I had begun to question myself if I had gone crazy. I probably was but I liked to understand Toothless, I could even held conversations with him.

Between the things I had found in the nest were a fishing net that I had took the time to fix and in the new things I found another one. It smelled to fish so they like it, even when they don't know what it is. I sewed them together with what I could and explain to the queen who we use it.

Toothless had explained me how things in a dragon nest worked and that she was the queen, she protects them. When I asked about the nest back at the Barbaric Archipelago he stiffened and when any Viking would change subject he just leaved to another side of the nest. Whenever I've tried to speak about it he would do the same.

Anyway, I explained the queen how dragons could use it to get even more fish and she let me give it a try. As always she get in the water and began to swim in circles to scare all the fishes to one point, but instead of diving in and collecting fish with their mouths, four dragons where holding the net. Two did enter the water and two stayed out, flying to the school of fish and catching almost everything.

They had been fishing that way since then, and we got a lot of fish. But still everything gets over. I had tried to dry some fish but with so many dragons it was an impossible task.

Timberjacks had learned to do campfires and were more than glad to make them for me. Today they had brought way to much firewood for my usual little campfire but the Timberjacks had another idea. By down there was a huge pyramid of wood in the center of the nest that I couldn't stop seeing as the pine tree we make back on Berk for Snoggletog.

I sighed and rested on Toothless as they set the wood on fire. I didn't even know if Snoggletog had passed already or not. If I was right it was Snoggletog week, by now my father would had return from his chieftain duties, I would be sitting in front it the fireplace with a blanket over my shoulders and a mug of buttermilk while Gobber watches over the fire.

I would fix dad a mug of buttermilk as soon as he steps on the house and the tree of us would sit on the floor around the fire to talk and thank the gods for the year. Gobber would tell us all over again of how he once fought a Boneknapper and dad and I would laugh at the more dumb parts and pint out the things he didn't mention last time. We would tease him of how he actually never saw a Boneknapper but he would show us the little bone of his belt and swear it was inside the chest.

Toothless cooed at my side, 'you okay?' I shook my head and a tear rolled trough my cheek. Toothless moved closer and I cuddled on his neck as he purred reassurances for me, 'It okay.' he kept saying.

I sniffed and wiped the tears with the back of my hand, "Happy Snoggletog." I whispered, prying to the gods to carry my wishes to my father.

A little after note: MMM and ivananev1992: you are scaring me, how is that you can figure some things out (i swear i'm "stealing" your ideas and saying those are mines, i have pretty much covered the story of this fanfiction, even the end.) can you see the future? are you reading my mind? still i want you to keep reviewing i love it so much.

Another notes:

*I wasn't planing to write this chapter but I saw GoTNF a few days ago and I just couldn't let Snoggletog out of this.

**Sorry if it's a little confusing from who the point of view is. And sorry if it was too sloppy I write this at two of the morning.

***Hiccup will learn to speak with dragons (with screeches and that) but their "language" it's not going to be like in the books.

****Like always, thank you for reading and keeping up with this story guys! I love you all, and Merry Snoggletog!