"You know he hates you, right?"
Snotlout raised a brow and looked at Hiccup, unimpressed. The stout curvy young woman showed no sign of offence; she was watching the lanky blonde man with impossible hair to pay for the prank he pulled on Gobber. Sharpening the entire weapon collection of the blacksmith (and dentist) was no watching sunset. Oh, she would watch all the sunsets of Midgard with him.
"He'll come around," she mused with her strong hands on her waist. The new lady chief opted for rolling her eyes. She had zero interest in meddling in their awkward, slightly creepy and clearly very one sided love-game. It had been an enriching journey to watch Snot and Fishlegs suddenly turn to Ruffnut almost immediately after her engagement to Astrath. She didn't want to imagine what it felt like to be Ruffnut. Sheep felt less of a prey around dragons, enough said.
"He's my prince! We're meant to be, he'll see it alright."
"Didn't he try to bury you alive?"
The question came from the tall, classically handsome blonde, once at the receiving end of Snot's possessive attention, thus knowing how scarring it could be. He honestly felt for the crazy guy twin who was now reduced to a last resort of husband-to-be. It was desperate, far from flattering, and Ruff knew what was going on. Snot's objection did not delay.
"Only for a few hours!"
A/N: Genderswap ahoy. I am so tired, I don't know how this turned out. Let me know if you hate it or like it. (Astrath=Astrid, you get the picture. I've genderswapped everyone.)