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This is the chapter I've been dying and dreading to post. This chapter just goes to show how much gut I got (maybe). I'm being honest when I say I was shivering in fear when I posted this...
A quick question before the chapter starts. How many of you have noticed that one of the genres of this story is tragedy? For me, the definition of tragedy is the Shakespeare one…
And I guess you could say Hans from Frozen makes an appearance in this but that's personal opinion I guess. I don't like portraying Hans simply as a bad guy; I see him more as a sad character.
Reminder: Poll's still open. If you're a guest and want to vote, leave your choices in a review.
And there's mention of a weapon named a morning star. In short description, it's a spiked mace.
WARNINGS: blood, gore, violence, language, feels, and character deaths (note the s)
Chapter #37: Blood and Tears
Jack's POV
How do you spent the last moments of your life? What do you do to lift your mood, to lift your spirit? How do you make the time pass when you're on Death's doorstep? How do you get rid of the fear of death and your eventual demise?
So many questions went through my mind but, I had answers to none of them. Normally, I would crack a joke or play a prank but I've run out of jokes. I could barely conjure a smile. What was there to smile about? All that there was to smile about was that our suffering would end soon but that was such a depressing thought.
All through the night, I had sat next to Rapunzel, trying to coax her to get some sleep. She was terrified to go to sleep because her slumber was always plagued by nightmares. She only was willing to sleep if I sat beside her to protect her. She never told me what the nightmares were about but I suspected it involved Artair because she had been like this since he came to the cell.
Eventually, she got a few hours of sleep. Seeing her in a peaceful lifted my spirits a little. When she was asleep, it was like nothing was wrong at all. She looked like the woman she was. Not the void shell she was now.
She spent most of her time awake staring her ahead of her, her face blank and her eyes void. It was like she was already dead.
I hated seeing her like that.
It was late in the afternoon but nobody had come for us yet. Secretly, I hoped they had forgotten about us but the continuous glances out the window told me otherwise. From the window, I could see the scaffold being built. The only reason for the delay was that the large wooden structure was not done. Even though it wasn't finished yet there were already large crowd by it, all of them waiting for the executions, our executions.
I looked away, instead turning my gaze to the crucifix that hanged on the wall. I knelt before it and prayed.
I prayed for forgiveness, for a swift and painless death, and for mercy. Even thought I did break the laws and utterly betrayed my king, I felt no regret for what I'd done. Because of what I did more than 50 Viking were alive and safe. I prayed that they would have a good and bountiful life, filled with happiness and joy.
My prayers ended when the door opened. In the doorway stood one guard holding scissors in his hand. Rapunzel gasped loudly, knowing what it meant. Slowly and with shaking hands, she took her long hair out of the messy bun and let the gold locks spill onto her back.
She started crying as the guard gently took all the hair into his hand and proceeded to cut it off. By the time he was done, Rapunzel's eyes were bold red. Her hair now barely reached past her ears and it was sticking out in all direction.
As the guard walked away with her hair in hand, I crouched down beside her and embraced her. Her tears seeped into my shoulder while I made shushing noises, trying to calm her down,
"It's alright. It's going to be okay." I've never told a bigger lie but what else could I say? I heard footsteps and looked up as a man, who ranked as captain, entered. It was like looking at the devil himself. Bold auburn hair and green eyes that held no emotion and an arrogant smirk.
"Let's get this over with, Overland." He said, his voice dripping with pride. Looking down to Rapunzel, I nodded. I could see guards moving to Rapunzel; these bastards will not touch her!
"No!" I said forcefully. They stopped. Slowly, I pulled Rapunzel to her feet. She clung to me, keeping her head buried in my shoulder as her hand went to mine and clasped it tightly. I squeezed it tightly as I started guiding her to the door.
Hiccup's POV
They came for me in the early evening. They were surprisingly gentle as they removed all of my chains and pulled me to my feet. I half expected them to chain my hands but, they didn't. Instead they held a tight grip on me and there were twice as many guards walking behind me and in front of me. I knew escape was impossible because how would I escape? There was nowhere for me to escape too either, so I resigned myself to walk quietly with the guards, careful to not cause any trouble for them.
Some of the prisoners yelled insults at me as I passed them but I ignored them. They could whatever they liked; I didn't care anymore.
We walked through many tunnels of stone, rarely turning left or right. For me, it seemed an eternity before we reached the door to the outside world. There, waiting by the door, were jack and Rapunzel.
I gasped when I saw the state of Rapunzel. Her hair barbarically cut off and clinging to Jack like a drowning man to a piece of wood. Small tears rolled down her cheeks as she kept her face buried in Jack's shoulder.
Jack looked to me, his expression filled with sadness but, he nodded at me. I nodded back as the guards pushed him and Rapunzel through the door. As soon they were through, I followed.
The sudden brightness made me cringe and made my eyes hurt. The sounds around me were deafening. Everyone was screaming around me. What they were saying I had no idea but it couldn't be good.
The guards began to push me. I stumbled with each push and sometimes nearly fell but I kept my feet. When my eyes could finally see again, I looked around me.
So many people. It was as if the entire world had gathered to watch the innocent get slaughtered. Men, women, the elderly and the young; everyone was here.
The scaffold was directly in front of me, the block in clear view and causing a menacing sight.
To the left was a second platform, this one made stone. My blood boiled when I saw William and his puppets but my heart shattered when I saw Merida.
"No…" I whispered as they pulled me up the stairs. Anybody but her, anybody but her. She shouldn't be forced to watch this. Anybody but her.
The chanting priest turned my attention. An aged man in black robes held an open bible in one hand and held a small cross in the other. I had no idea what he was saying as he was chanting in Latin. All I could think as he spoke was,
Wrong religion
Too soon the priest stopped talking. The instant he fell silent, the guards grabbed Rapunzel and tried to tear her away from Jack.
"No!" She cried, holding on tightly to Jack's hand. Jack himself was being pulled the other direction but despite it all, their bond could not be broken. The captain got angry,
"Enough!" He paced to them and drew his sword. He lifted it and cut off Jack's hand! Jack screamed loudly and stumbled back, looking in horror at the bleeding stump. Rapunzel screamed even louder as she dropped Jack's hand onto the floor, all color instantly disappearing from her pink cheeks.
With nothing holding her back, Rapunzel was forced onto the block. The guard kept her down as the executioner aimed at her neck. I could hear her crying and I quickly wrapped my strong arms around Jack, preventing him from interfering and making things worse for her.
"NO! LET ME GO!" He screamed and struggled with a strength I didn't know he had. It shattered my heart hearing him and feeling him struggle but I held on tightly. The executioner lifted his axe. Jack let out another scream and I forced the both of us to look away. The axe swung down and the crowd roared. Rapunzel was gone.
Jack's POV
If Hiccup hadn't been holding me, I would've collapsed onto the scaffold. She's gone. The woman that made the last 5 years the best years of my life was gone.
Forever.
I couldn't believe it; I didn't want to believe it but it's true. I felt numb with pain and sadness. I wasn't afraid of meeting my death anymore. Instead, I welcomed it.
The guards were moving towards us and they reached for Hiccup. He started to struggle but managed to keep his arms around me but the grip was loosened. I escaped the grip and fell onto my knees in front of the guard,
"Kill me first." I begged. They stared at me as if I was insane; part of me probably was but without Rapunzel, there is no point for me to live. The guards grabbed my arms and dragged me to the block. Much to their surprise and annoyance, I didn't struggle. I quietly went on my knees and placed my head calmly on the block. I didn't flinch when I felt the cold and blood soaked metal of the axe taking aim and I didn't feel a twinge of fear when the axe was lifted,
I'm coming Rapunzel
Hiccup's POV
For the second time that day, the axe was brought down on the neck of a friend. As the crowd roared and the guards dragged Jack's headless body away, my stomach heaved. Collapsing to the scaffold, I emptied everything in my stomach onto the shiny, new boots of the captain.
"Son of a bitch!"He screamed. He pulled me up by the collar of my tunic and his fist connected with my jaw. I fell back to the wooden floor, a tear falling from the pain while the crowd cheered boisterously.
Rubbing my jaw, I caught sight of William and Merida. He was smiling while she was crying. She stared back at me, moving her lips silently to say: I love you.
So many thoughts went through my mind in a few seconds. Previous weeks and days flashed in my mind as the guards' boots clicked behind me. It seemed only yesterday that I pushed her away. It seemed only yesterday that we consummated our love and that I asked her to run away with me. It seemed only yesterday that we were caught and thrown into this hell.
The guards grabbed my arms and pulled me up, my sight never breaking from Merida.
This was the end.
The end of loving, the end of feeling, the end of breathing, the end of living. This was the end.
Time continued it's slow pace when something stirred in my memory: a promise.
I will fight until the end…
This was the end and yet, I was not fighting. When the guards began to pull, I slammed my elbow into the jaw of the guard to my left. He screamed and let my arm go, letting me assault the other guard. He crumpled to the ground after a blow to the stomach. As he fell, I snatched his dagger. I jumped over the railing of the scaffold, landing easily, and ran to my target, ready to strike.
It was easy climbing onto the condemner's platform, tackling William to the ground.
Someone screamed behind me as I lifted the dagger, aiming at William's throat. I could see fear in his eyes as he clawed at me, desperate to stop me. The dagger sailed down but a bump against my hand deflected the dagger to his cheek, leaving behind a mere cut.
Grunting in frustration, I aimed the dagger for his head, my free hand clutching his throat tightly. William pulled at my hand, his mouth opening and closing as he desperately tried to get even a wisp of air. Looking into his eyes, my anger boiled. This man had ruined everything. He had destroyed my life, had murdered my friends, and hurt the woman I loved. It was time to get even.
"Die, you devil!" I seethed through clenched teeth. The blade glistened in the sunlight as I lifted it again.
Too slow, too late.
I grunted in pain and wrapped my arms around my stomach as I rolled away from William. Pan rampaged through me as the dagger clattered onto the floor. Hands grabbed me and pulled me up, beginning to pull me back to the scaffold, to my doom.
"Hiccup!" Merida screamed. She ran to me, hand reached out.
"Merida!" I screamed back. I reached out my hand to try and grab hers; I needed to touch her, one last time.
She was too far; our fingers didn't even touch.
"No!" Merida ran after me but Cináed grabbed her arms. She pulled and writhed at his grip but he wouldn't let go.
"No." I whispered, a tear falling from my eye as the King and William stepped to her to try and calm her down. How can the King be so blind to see what was causing his daughter to act like this? Why was he so blind?
I knew the answer: William. I peered at the lord, the same anger as before coming back. They pulled me up the stairs but I resisted,
"You bastard!" I screamed to William, my voice overpowering all other sound. "You egotistical son of a bitch!" I kept going; I had to let it all out. "You'll never succeed! Never! You'll never be king! You'll never marry her!" Up onto the platform. "You will die a sad and broken man and when I see you again in the afterlife, I will laugh as you burn forever in the pits of H-"
The crowd roared as I fell to the floor, my jaw in agonizing pain. My lip felt numb and I couldn't open my mouth any further. Tears brimmed my eyes.
This is a terrible end.
Third Person POV
A scream echoed through the courtyard as the captain delivered a blow to the jaw of the Viking. While the Viking fell to the floor, the captain looked up to the source of the scream, which he found to be the Princess. She was still being held by Cináed, fighting against the man's grip and her eyes glued on the Viking.
The captain looked down at the scum as he heard him groan in pain, spitting blood onto the wood. He rolled onto his side, tears rolling down his face and staring into the abyss, his eyes void of emotion except hopelessness. His mouth was slightly agape and blood continuously dripped out of the corner. The captain remembered that he heard a loud crack when his fist had bashed against the Viking's jaw and only now did he noticed the jaw beginning to swell. The punch must've broken his jaw.
The captain snapped his fingers at two of the guards and then pointed at the Viking,
"Let's get this over with." He said sourly, moving to a corner of the scaffold, next to the priest. The two guards nodded in obedience and grabbed the Viking by his arms, ignoring his groan of pain. They dragged him easily to the block, smashing his head onto the wood.
The pain was unbearable in his jaw but Hiccup remained silent. He clutched at the block as he heard the executioner pick up his axe and move towards him. Cold spots of blood dripped onto his neck as the fat man aimed.
As the axe lifted up above his neck, Hiccup looked with blurred vision to the woman he loved. Even from this distance, he could tell she was crying. Even though his jaw hurt so much, he had to say one last thing,
"Jeg elsker deg" He whispered. He didn't know whether or not she saw it but he didn't' care. It was a relief to know he tried.
The crowd became more restless as they were becoming more impatient.
Hiccup closed his eyes, waiting for the blow. This was the end.
Without a twinkle of emotion, the executioner swung the axe down.
As the sentence was passed with a clean cut, the crowd roared and cheered, the men cheering for the entertaining sight while the women cheered with relief. Another Viking was gone. They were safe.
But their cheering was drowned by screams. One came from the platform, from Merida. The ones close enough to hear gasped loudly as her scream was proceeded by her fainting. She was caught by the King, who proceeded to carry her back into the castle.
The other scream came from within the crowd.
As the cheering fell silent, every head turned to the source: a blonde woman dressed in Viking garb. Astrid was breathing heavily through her nose as tears brimmed on the edge of her piercing blue eyes. Quivering at the sight of her, the crowd moved away as she walked towards the scaffold. Carrying herself with dignity, she walked up the stairs and towards the block that was dripping with Hiccup's blood.
Without showing any disgust or fear, she knelt onto the scaffold and grabbed the head of the Viking.
The guards and the executioner watched as Astrid traced her finger on the block, dousing it in blood, and drew a symbol upon Hiccup's forehead. Little did they know that the symbol was of great importance to Vikings. To them, it was the sign of a new chief.
As Astrid finished drawing the symbol, she whispered, "I'm so sorry, Hiccup." But as soon as the words left her mouth, an irrepressible anger pulsed through her. Holding the head by his hair, Astrid stood up and presented it to the crowd,
"Behold!" She screamed, "The Chief of Berk!"
The only sound from the crowd were the gasps of disgust from women. Everyone else was silent. Astrid held the head a little longer, so that the image would forever be engraved in the crowd's memory, before laying it back respectfully by his body.
Immediately, she faced the crowd again, pushing angry tears back.
"This man was innocent!" She screamed, "Innocent, I tell you! All of them were innocent!" The people remained silent. "I have seen many injustices in my life but nothing can compare to this horrendous act!" She glared at William, the one she blamed for everything. She pointed at him.
"You think you can destroy our people, our culture, our mark but I will destroy you with a curse!" Astrid lifted her hands to the air and stared up at the gray sky, begging the Gods silently to hear her curse. The crowd gasped as she lowered her arms and glared to the three men that had murdered her friends and allies. She pointed to William again, "You and your two puppets will die within a fortnight!" She screeched, "With Forseti as my judge, I will not rest until I see you hanged by our own entrails and crows feasting on your eyes! I will not stop breathing until I hear your neck break and see you drenched in you and your kin's blood!" From her belt she grabbed a dagger. In a swift motion, she left a deep cut across her palm. Digging her fingers into the injury, ignoring the pain, she let the blood spill onto the scaffold, "I swear this by my own blood," She dropped her knife and grabbed the axe strapped on her back. Wielding it nimbly, she stared at the two guards that had dragged Hiccup to his doom and the executioner that had sealed it.
She snatched the executioner by his collar, threw him to the ground, and quickly ended his existence, "AND HIS BLOOD!" She screamed and kicked the dead body into the crowd.
The women screamed at the sight of the body, lying limp on the ground with blood spilling endlessly out of the slash in his fat chest. The crowd began to disperse away from the raging Astrid as she walked towards the gates.
"Guards!" William yelled, "Arrest that mad woman! Kill her if need be!"
Seoc looked around as dozens of castle guards came into the courtyard like a menacing wave. As more and more came, he dreaded to admit that he was scared. There were too many.
"Bring it on!' Astrid yelled, axe at the ready as the first guard approached her. She quickly defeated him and continued to cut down guard after guard after guard. Seoc saw that one of the guards had escaped Astrid's sight and was ready to strike her from behind. He rolled his eyes,
"Oh, for the love of Thor." He muttered. He ran to the guard, lifted his morning star and swiftly ended the man's life with a blow to the head.
"There's another one!" Artair's banshee voice echoed, "Kill him!" The guards unsheathed their sword and approached Seoc. He stared at them and lifted the hood off of his head. He held his mace in one hand and grabbed a knife with the other,
"Come on! See if you can defeat the mighty Snotlout Jorgensen!" The guards attacked but Snotlout quickly ended their struggle. He ran to Astrid to help her keep back the oncoming army, "Having fun?" He panted as he punched a man,
"Time of my life." She panted back. Their fight continued. The Scottish guards couldn't get anywhere near the two without losing their lives. Many stayed back in fear at the raging Vikings. William watched the ongoing battle, seething with disappointment and rage,
"Bring out the archers." He ordered. Cináed nodded and rushed to the archer's tower. Within minutes, archers were lined around the battlefield, protected by the height of the parapets. Cináed smirked at the battlefield below him, "Ready position!" He ordered. All the archers took a side way position, aimed at the battle, "Nock arrow!" The arrows were nocked simultaneously onto the bows, "Draw!" Archer drew, "AIM!" Cináed screamed.
Snotlout heard the echo and looked up. The color drained from his face when he saw the archers, arrows drawn, ready to kill,
"Astrid!" He screamed. She briefly looked up and spotted the archers. The two Vikings began to ran for cover just as Cináed shouted the order "release".
They barely managed to duck for cover as the arrows sailed passed them. Many of the guards were struck down. The ones that survived pursued the Vikings as they ran,
"Astrid," Snotlout panted as they kept running through the empty streets, "We have to get out of here. There are too many of them." Astrid nodded and stopped to catch her breath,
"We can't escape through the gate and the well has been blocked." She looked up to the roof, then the parapet, and back. She patted Snotlout's shoulder, "We can climb onto the roof, jump onto the parapet and jump off the wall." He looked up to the roof,
"Will that work?"
"I don't know but we don't have any other options."
"Alright," Snotlout sighed, "I'll give you a boost." He intertwined his hands. Astrid took a quick run and jumped onto the roof. As quietly as they could, they walked and jumped over the roofs, eventually finding an abandoned section of the parapet. The Vikings jumped nimbly onto it and quickly began their descent down the wall.
Once safe on the ground, they began to sprint towards the sanctuary of the forest. Everything went fine, until...
"There they are!" An archer screamed, pointing in the direction of the forest. Cináed peered and saw the two Vikings fleeing to the forest. He looked at the archer as he took aim,
"Give me that!" He snatched the bow out of the young archer's hand, "You baheids can't aim!" He nocked the arrow. Cináed pulled the string back and aimed for the man in black. He squinted his eye, took a breath, and released the arrow. The arrow sailed and sailed closer to its target. When the arrow hit the forest line, the man in black disappeared. Cináed strained to hear something; a cry of pain, something heavy hitting the forest floor but it was silent.
He grunted in frustration. He must've missed.
Third Person POV
Astrid kept running as fast as she could. She cared little for where she was going but her muscles were pulling her back to the hideout. She could hear Seoc's - Snotlout's heavy footsteps behind her, but something about it felt off. It was slower than usual and his breathing was heavy. Too heavy.
She didn't look back as the footsteps suddenly stopped but when she heard a loud grunt of pain, she looked.
Snotlout was sitting on the ground, his back leaning against a thick tree. His breathing was shallow and his face scrunched up in pain.
But what caused Astrid to gasp and knees to nearly to collapse was the arrow lodged in Snotlout's chest. She ran to him and fell to her knees, her face filled with panic as she looked at the arrow. Snotlout let out a cry of pain as he reached for the arrow, an unhealthy rattle in his breathing
"Don't touch it!" Astrid screamed as she slapped his hand away. Snotlout coughed, a small trail of blood coming from his mouth
"I want this thing out of me! NOW!" He screeched. Astrid rolled her eyes,
"If you do that, you'll bleed to death!" She took his arm, slung it over her shoulder, and pulled him up to his feet, cringing when he let out another cry, "We have to get you to Heather."
Slowly, Astrid managed to drag the badly wounded Snotlout back to the hideout. Heather had gotten to work on him immediately. She managed to remove the arrow, with much screaming and blood, and managed to suppress the bleeding but it became obvious soon to everyone that Snotlout was beyond saving. The arrow had penetrated his chest dangerously close to his heart and had punctured a lung.
He had much trouble breathing properly and was becoming paler and paler by the minute. Only Astrid and Seòsaidh- Spitelout were still with him; Heather had left the room earlier crying and Fionntan had followed her.
Spitelout was sitting beside his son, murmuring to him. Astrid wasn't listening. She was trying to suppress the tears forming in her eyes. She had never realized how important Snotlout really was to her until now. He had been her right-hand man in the operation since the very beginning. They dueled together, they planned escapes together. Snotlout kept her recklessness at bay... sometimes. She kept his humongous ego in check... sometimes. At times, they laughed together or just sat and reminisced on days long gone or Astrid sprained his arm when he got annoying.
She looked down at the dying man, realizing that that will all be gone soon.
"I'm very proud of you, my son." Spitelout said. He took his son's hand and squeezed it. Snotlout sighed and closed his eyes,
"Thanks, dad." He replied weakly. Snotlout's eyes spotted Astrid over his father's shoulder. Spitelout, catching what his son was trying to ask, moved away from his spot and walked to the cloth covered exit. Just before he left, he looked at Astrid and patted her shoulder.
Astrid stood in her spot for a while before she moved towards the bed and sat down on the edge of it. The two Viking only looked at each other. Astrid's eyes were constantly shifting from Snotlout's face to the white bandages that were bound around his wound. She almost cringed when she saw that the blood had already seeped through the many layers of bandage.
"How are you feeling?" She said softly, trying to distract herself. Snotlout gave a light laugh,
"I really want to say that I've felt worse but nothing can be worse than this." He laughed a little louder, followed by a cough that resulted in another trail of blood out of his mouth. They fell silent again, "What do you think Valhalla is like, Astrid?" He whispered suddenly, his eyes staring up at the ceiling. Astrid gasped lightly at his words. Shaking her head, she looked at him angrily.
"Snotlout, you listen to me!" She cried, "We've been at this operation since the beginning! We started this together and, by the Gods, we are going to finish this together! You can't give in! Not now!" She looked away as she stifled a sob, feeling a trail of warm liquid running down her cheek. What was wrong with her? Astrid Hofferson crying?
"The mighty Astrid Hofferson is crying?" He teased. Astrid let out a sound that was an odd mix of a laugh and a sob.
"I'm not made of stone, Snotlout." He chuckled lightly,
"Neither am I." Silence surrounded them again, until…
"Can I ask you one last favor?" Snotlout asked. Astrid nodded. He slowly lifted his hand and caressed her cheek. Astrid would normally have punched him but she refrained herself as she didn't want to hurt him. Snotlout took a staggering breath, "Can I kiss you?"
"What?" Astrid asked, stunned.
"Please? I've wanted to do it for a very long time and now might be my only chance." Slowly, Astrid grabbed the hand that was on her cheek, wrapping her fingers around the three he still had left on that hand.
"You know what I just realized?" She leaned closer to him, her finger tracing a small scar on his cheek, "I've wanted to do it too." She leaned down and captured his lips in a tender kiss. Despite feeling weaker by the second, Snotlout found a strength to kiss her back. It didn't last very long but they both enjoyed it. Astrid left the kiss but kept her face close to him,
"Thank you." He whispered. Astrid smiled and caressed his temple lightly and gently,
"Sleep, Snotlout, sleep." She whispered. With a sigh, he closed his eyes.
After a few moments, Astrid stood up and tried to leave the room when the three-fingered hand suddenly wrapped around her wrist. She looked back at Snotlout,
"Can you stay?" He whispered, "I want you here when I wake up." Astrid stared for a moment before she took hold of the hand around her wrist and she sat back down,
"Don't worry, I will." She leaned closer and gave his hand a small squeeze, "Sleep." With a smile, Snotlout closed his eyes once more. After a few minutes, his chest went up and down in a steady, constant pace. He was asleep
Astrid sat vigil by his side for a long time until her eyes became heavy with exhaustion. She fell asleep beside him with her head against his chest, still able to hear his weakening heartbeat.
It was only minutes before midnight when Astrid suddenly woke up. She sat up straight and stared around her, wondering what had woken her up. She looked down at Snotlout, a content smile of his pale face but something was wrong. She leaned closer to him and shook his shoulder gently,
"Snotlout?" She whispered but he was silent and still, "Snotlout?" she shook a little harder and whispered a little louder but he was still silent. Trembling, Astrid leant closer to his mouth, hoping to feel the small tickle of his breath on her cheek. She was greeted by silence.
With an even more trembling hand, she checked his throat for a heartbeat.
Silence.
She leant forward and embraced his cold and limp body, warm tears on her cheeks and nose. For the second time that day, Astrid Hofferson cried.
Snotlout is missing his pinky and his ring finger (if any of you wanted to know)
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