When We Tussle
"Will - you - stay - PUT ALREADY?!"
"HNG –NO!"
Ruffnut let out a frustrated screech as Snotlout once again managed to throw her off his back and crawl away. This was going nowhere and the room was a tip. She didn't bother fixing the knocked over chair this time. Her attention was fixed on Snotlout who looked like a wounded boar refusing to give up. There was no compassion in her eyes now. She grinded her teeth.
"Snotlout!"
"I said no!"
"This is the last time I'll ask nicely!"
"Nicely? Have you met you?!"
Ruffnut ducked away from an empty dish thrown her way. She would have just let it go and leave him to lose a leg to infection if keeping up with Hiccup was what he wanted so bad, but throwing the towel after this point felt just insulting. She would take this limping bulky baby, whether he liked it or not.
"Do I have to remind that YOU need ME here?"
"I'll do just fine, okay?! Go attend to some weaker ones! No aid is necessary for this… Pure, raw… Magnificent... Awesome vikingness- man here. Go away!"
Snotlout's back was resting against the tipped over table now; despite his surplus of adjectives and big words, he was out of breath even after a short wrestling attempt. It did not go well and the wound was bleeding all over again. He wiped the cold sweat off of his forehead and fought the urge to wince. One had to be blind not to see that he was in pain but Ruffnut was past the point of pity, all he managed to do was work her last nerve. Her large eyes squinted while she got up and dusted herself off. Snotlout could see that her fist was now resting on her small waist and he had known her long enough to notice that the little amount of patience she had was running out.
"Alright you," she said with that newly adopted cold tone that gave Fishlegs the willies. "This ends now. I don't care if you think you need aid or not. This thing goes on that leg and it stays there!"
"No! It stings worse than Changewing acid and stinks even worse!" His manly tirade was turning into a child's tantrum and for once, Ruffnut had more important things to do than stay there and pin him down.
She didn't even bother warning him this time. With a loud grunt, she jumped on Snotlout like a worked up Terrible Terror, still carrying the pasty pungent ointment in one hand. A second later, a shrill cry rose from Snotlout's house and Astrid nudged a slightly worried Hiccup, smirking.
"Pay up. Told you she could take him."
A/N: I am totally on board with the Catherine's (hiilikedragons on Tumblr) Healer!Ruffnut headcanon. I didn't go into much detail on the ointment and the healing process but when Healer!Ruff shows up in other fanfics, I'll bother doing my research.
I had fun writing this, hope you enjoy reading it. Let me know what you think? x