Coolest’sFanfics

Cold wind pricked against my flushed cheeks.

I’d describe my expression as one of sorrow or- perhaps melancholy, as I watch white foam lick the shore for the last time, if it weren’t for the fact my skin was numb and I probably couldn’t move my face if I wanted to.

The chill in my bones is much less fun when I’m not on a dragon.

Go figure. 

Though whatever attempts the Edge had to freeze me solid, and as much I act like I wish it did, they all leave tomorrow and I can’t imagine a warmth without them. 

That and- 

On cue, underbrush crackles behind me. Something along the gait and string of whispered curses meant even blind, I would recognize him. 

It’d go to his head if I told him that though.

“Snotface.”

Snotlout rolls his eyes, ”I know I know, in your awe of my presence you mis-pronounced my name.” Standing besides me.

”Yeah- what was it again?” I trail off attempting to instead recall the long list of names Dagur left behind. “Snothat, Snotnose, Snothole-“

”Okay! Okay! I get it you’re mad I stole your stuff.” 

Moving out did have its benefits. Like exposing the whereabouts of my axes, miscellaneous arrows, and secret stash of Changewing acid.

Not so secret apparently. 

“What if Hookfang got captured- or my dragon?” It took the us months to figure out a substance that’d melt the fire-resistant chains. 

“Yeah but,” He shrugs, “All that Viggo-Johann stuff is over now.” And Snotlout waves it off as if the vast ocean before us swept away his worries. 

Would it be so bad if it wasn’t over?

”This is the worst apology I ever heard.” 

But I shuffle asides. Creating a semblance of space for him to sit next to me.

He does. 

Even with my arms covered in layered cloth I felt the press his exposed shoulders against me. And, like always maybe the cold wasn’t so intolerable.

”What am I even going to do in Berk?” I blurt. 

The lap of waves fills the silence. 

I was a dragon rider, a strategist, a heavy hitter. 

What was all that to a people’s that prided themselves on peace?

Well,” He drawls before letting my name roll off his tongue, “There’s…uh…”

“Dragon Dentistry?”

“Snotlout.”

He huffs, “You’d be too mean to Hookfang anyway.”

Yawning I pass, “Next.”

“Okay, we’re still going to have the auxiliary team.”

“Right,” I nudge him, “Me and everyone else on standby.” Though I suppose without the riders, A team might get some more action.

He crosses his arms, “Hey! My dad always sees active combat.”

I don’t have the heart to tell him it’s because Spitelout doesn’t follow orders.

Closing my eyes, I imagine the island. Even if I never stayed, Berks colorful buildings from above was a painting imprinted in my minds eye.

I have to stop myself from humming the song of the wind howling against the jutting rocks that protect her inner beauty.

“What are you going to do when you go home?”

It was obvious, apparently.

Snotlout rolls his eyes and puffs his chest. “Bring pride to the Jorgenson name. The usual.” He flicks invisible sand off his nails.

I couldn’t contain aughter bubbles out, “Hadn’t you already done that?”

“Har har, laugh it up.” He waves off.

I didn’t even notice he moved closer, like we were just two boys in on some half-cocked whispered joke.

I remember when it was that simple. 

Propping my head upon my fist, anything to cover the dusting red upon my cheeks. Moreso, than what the biting weather had already done at least. 

“Don’t you get tired of it?” I ask before I can stop myself. 

“Of what,” He blinks, “Being awesome all the time?” 

I nudge him again, “Proving yourself.” 

Wind cuts between us, and he pulls away. 

“I-I don’t-“ He scoffs, “-Need to prove myself.” 

…

”Okay, MaybeIDoBut-“ Words merge together, he glances at me with pleading eyes. 

And, I have to look away. Snuffing the snort of laughter that escaped me in my sleeve. “Sorry- Sorry- I didn’t expect you to admit it so fast.” 

He pressed his lips in a line, “What’s that supposed to mean?” A string pulled taut between us. 

Now the loss of contact feels so noticeable, as if our time together slipped through my fingers like sand and I hadn’t even noticed till it was gone. 

I nudge myself closer, annoyingly, proddingly, in a way that was sure to bother him except for the fact he never moved away. “Sorry I laughed.”

“Blah-“ I squeak as a large hand pushes my face away. “Hey, come on man!”

 “You’re taking too much space on my side of the emotional support rock.” 

Sand kicks up while I drag my leg back for forwards leverage. Anything to stay on the stone even as I near the edge. Though, that includes grasping onto Snotlout like a lost princess. “What sides! It’s my rock!”

“It’s the Jorgenson rock, cause I said so.” He pushes back. Even if he is at a loss for brains I struggle against his brawn.

I somehow manage needle into his side, after a girlish yelp he finally releases his grasp. “Are you going to talk about your dad or what?”

He opens his mouth, then closes it. Rubbing his side. “Well, you know how he is…”

I don’t respond, watching as the ocean rises in a fit of foam before pulling back.

“Snotlout why arn’t you deadlifting two bears right now. Snotlout where’s your undying army behind you. Snotlout get behind me. Snotlout, why arn’t you leading.”

“Snotlout, Snotlout, Snotlout, Snotlout.”Over and over again it no longer resembled a name but an empty husk of sound.

Of everything he isn’t.

My tongue rolled in my mouth. It was easy to say ‘You’re perfect just the way you are!’ and other copy paste complacentries. And while it was true, no words truly captured everything Spitelout disregards in the Jorgenson quest for everything ‘honor’.

Should I tell him the way his laugh lights up the whole room? How he can complain and grumble but it will never beat the fact that he’ll still be right besides you in the worst of hardships? How when his dad isn’t a snake in his ear, Snotlout morphs into the most capable person on the Team?

So, I don’t say anything. In the lapping silence my head finds retreat on his shoulder. First, he seizes but one by one I feel his muscles relax as he inhales. “Yeah- yeah, I know.”

I don’t have the answers. In fact I’m at the exact same point that I started at. But, if it’s like this in Berk, I think I’ll figure something out.

What was the saying again?