Title: Black Star
Word count: 328
Fandom: HTTYD Books
Summary: Snotlout loved his Black Star.
Notes: MAJOR SPOILERS FOR BOOK 11. I wrote this while feeling angsty about Snotlout, because that book was full of angst!
Snotlout loved his Black Star.
It was a sign of his skill and prowess. It was a sign that he was the best. It made him feel proud and strong, when bullying Hiccup and Fishlegs made him feel ashamed. He loved the Black Star. It showed him that his father was proud of him, that Gobber was proud of him, and that his Uncle Stoick was proud of him. They gave it to him, after all.
And especially now, when he doubted himself so much, it gave him strength to carry on. He found it amusing and ironic that he had won this very same Black Star for the three Outcasts he had killed during the Battle on Board the Lucky Thirteen, and now here he was, working for Alvin the Treacherous.
But Snotlout felt bad. No matter how much strength the Black Star gave him, he couldn't shake the feeling that he was in the wrong. He knew how bad Alvin and the witch were. They had betrayed him. He knew how empty a witch's promise was. But would the Dragonmarkers take him back? And would they even win?
Was it better to die in vain than it was to win through treachery and betrayal?
It hurt, all of his former friends and tribemates Turning Their Backs on him. He didn't want to have to face that shame ever again.
But to bow to his runty cousin Hiccup as King of the Wilderwest...
Snotlout curled his fist around the Black Star, anger boiling up inside him. No. He could never do that. He would lose his pride, his honor...
But hadn't he already lost his pride and his honor?
The Black Star showed how he had fought against the Alvinsmen.
His bare forehead showed how he fought for them.
He loved that Black Star more than a bare forehead.
But could he turn back to the Dragonmarkers? Would they ever accept him?
Snotlout loved his Black Star...