Here it is! It's not very long, but takes place just before where we left off in the first installment.
Hope you like it, and it gives you some more insight.
Ruffnut feverishly yanked a brush through her uncouth blonde hair, her face a bitter grimace, either in dissatisfaction at the outcome, or in sheer hurt from the manner in which she was brushing it.
Observing her reflection in the mirror, which she also observed had gone a long time without a good polishing, she shrugged, giving into the unequivocal fact that she faced: her hair was an unruly beast that refused to be tamed; and the best solution to the situation, was unfortunately to braid it three ways.
Pouting, she began separating the otherwise matted strands to begin the process, bemoaning her lack of spontaneity for yet another day.
Beauty was important to Vikings, too; especially the particularly crude ones.
Ruffnut exhaled, perplexed, and turned away from the unforgiving mirror and the reflection it produced.
She heard the thudding footfalls of her brother down the hall, who was undoubtedly going to commence to bang vehemently against the door until she exited the room.
Quickly tying the last braid with a balled-up knot, she fled from the room, pushing her brother out of the way and leaping through the door-way, out into the day.
She had plans; real plans, other than flying with her brother and meandering around with Astrid, of course.
In fact, one could even call Ruffnut's 'plans' a date; if only Splint preferred that term.
Splint; the boy every girl dreamed about, and he had plans with Ruffnut. She couldn't help but be proud of herself. It wasn't often she was interested in a boy, much less a boy be interested in her.
All around her, the day seemed a little bit brighter, and she was glad that it was Splint that had the chance to make her happy. Splint wasn't exactly the type of guy the mostly provincial girls on Berk fraternized with, but that's not to say they didn't fantasize. In fact, his reputation was enough that even her brother might've cared if he knew; which is why she had left in such a flurry.
At the top of the hill, behind the training arena, he'd told her in a whisper, in which his warm breath had tingled inside her ear and she had caught scent of his brilliant musk, which had intoxicated her almost completely. She'd have agreed to anything in that moment, when she had been so drunk off his presence.
She passed each of the villager's with cheeriness, so uncharacteristic of her, that some Vikings found their eyes following her in awe at her happiness.
Crossing the bridge to the arena, she admired the aerial stunts being performed via Viking and Night Fury to her left, which further lifted her spirits like a gust of favorable wind.
Splint was lounging nonchalantly against the stone wall that created the perimeter of the arena, but smiled slyly ere he spotted Ruffnut sauntering towards him confidently.
Splint's Terrible Terror alighted on his shoulder and peered down from its handsome perch like a remorseless vulture, its scarlet scales blazing even in the shadow of the arena. It chortled with disapproval and Ruffnut was tempted to swat at it contemptuously, as he was preventing her from embracing his owner.
Splint seemed to ignore his dragon's disdain, and reached his hand out towards Ruffnut's thin waist, pulling her closer to him as the red Terror hissed.
"Shut up Brimstone." He snapped, shrugging to make the reptile lose its footing.
"Why'd you bring that disgusting little lizard with you?" Ruffnut said, slinging her arms around his neck with a slinky casualty.
"Brimstone… he's really not such an ass once you get to know him." He said, his hands venturing further up her slender back.
"Get to know him… Can I just get to know you first?" she flirted, batting her eyelashes.
Splint appeared enticed by her blue eyes, and touched her lips gently with tip of his finger.
"Shh- don't talk." He said, and Ruffnut laughed, closing her eyes.
She waited for that almighty sensation of Splint's moist lips meeting hers with fervor, but found their seemed to be no distance breached between his face and hers.
"Open your eyes!" he said with a condescending snort.
Ruffnut opened them and scowled. "Way to go, Splint, you just missed your chance with me." She said, creating a bit more space between them.
Splint displayed a naughty grin. "You don't give me chances, I make chances… I'd be more worried about you missing your chance with me."
He yanked her closer and Ruffnut laughed, running her hands along his toned bare arms.
Most guys in the village wore sleeveless clothing; excepting Hiccup, but you might as well not even try including him with 'most guys' in the first place. And yet… there was something so very unfamiliar and sexy about Splint's exposed muscles that Ruffnut was at a loss to place.
"Well, you're probably right, but I'm only going to give you one more chance to kiss me, Splint. I don't mess around."
"I don't know if you've heard, sweetheart, but I do mess around."
Ruffnut felt herself laughing again, but she was beginning to find what he was saying to grow increasingly more arrogant and controlling than she would like.
But with every passing moment, he pulled her in more than he pushed her away, and before she knew it his mouth was pressed against hers, and she was kissing him.
She had just granted Splint VinBrookson her first kiss. And her doubt flew from her mind like a flock of birds into the sun; quick and completely obscured in seconds.
Well, there it was. Very short, but it's your first glimpse at Splint.
What'd you think of him? Does he remind you anyone you know? He is actually inspired by two different people I know… And they are both just as rude all the time and girls still fall for it.
Next chapter jumps back to where we left off! Hope theses haven't been too choppy… PLEASE REVIEW!