Snotlout x DragoBludvistsāDaughter!Reader
Pt.1 <- lore Pt.3 <- pure NSFW
Youād landed on this small uninhabited island with the other dragon riders. It was only day three of traveling and you could already feel the sharp air creeping in on you. Where you lived with your father was relatively warmer, and from what youād heard Fishlegs rambling on about Berk was a rather harshly cold place. Not entirely though, just right of course.
Your hair was still damp due to bathing in the large hot spring you all wondered upon. And it was the best thing youād ever experienced. Obviously you had baths in your fatherās castle but you werenāt allotted much time for personal pampering. It was always work.
Ruffnut sat behind you, leaning against her dragon as she braided your hair intricately, adding little beads here and there. She was talking your ear off while you cut up special little herbs and vegetables that only grew in your part of the archipelago. A fire boiling a large pot brimming with salivating vegetable stock and cooked meat.
Everyone was eyeing it with curious gazes and rumbling stomachs. Theyād all been eating their rations of dense bread and uncut vegetables theyād packed for the long journey, so a hot meal was something they didnāt know they needed until it was taunting their noses.
āSo uhm. *Name*, what a-what flavors do you usually get out of the spices from your island?ā Fishlegs said abruptly, breaking everyoneās empty conversations and putting the focus on you. āI mean of course Berk has simple spices like thyme and wood avens root but I mean what do you get out of these spices that you canāt get from the basics?ā He asked curiously.
You weāre ready to answer, being a very well versed botanist and herbalist due to having to cook and make medicine for your father (he truly believed anyone else would poison him or try and kill him). But you were interrupted by the sudden figure blocking your vision, or father figures. Tuffnut and Belch were leaning over you and Ruffnut to look at you upside down. āWhat he means to say is, when will the food be ready.ā He quipped before Belch maneuvered them upright again and back to their original position.
āWhat-No! Thatās not what I was saying at all!?ā Fishlegs tried desperately to defend himself but was betrayed by the growl of his stomach.
You laughed, a real laugh, and stood up after feeling Ruffnut tie of the end of the braid sheās been working on. āWell technically the soup can be done now,ā you say as you scrape the chopped herbs and vegetables in the cauldron. āBut the flavor of the add-ins just might not be as prominent-ā you werenāt allowed to finish as the fire pit was instantly crowded by the hungry group.
You just stepped back and watched everyone get their share, smiling when even Astrid seemed to abandon her timid demeanor and eat to her heartās content. You walked over and leaned against your own dragon, sliding down slowly agains him before plopping on the ground. It felt so nice. It was as if you felt finally able to release all the love youād pushed deep down when you were locked away in that damed castle.
You were snapped out of your heart eyed trance trained on your new group of friends by a heavy thud right next to you. Snotlout. Youād felt his gaze on you since he entered your fatherās castle. He really was quite handsome, but his ego dulled his attractiveness just a little. But his blind kindness made up for that.
Heād gotten you a bowl of soup and gently placed in your lap, situating himself and his own bowl before breaking the silence. āJust an fyi, I love a woman who cooks,ā he said with a smirk that you knew in your mind he thought made him look irresistible. Which made you burst out laughing. Open mouth cackling as you friend not to spill your food on you. āOh wow youāre funny,ā you say with an exhale as you wipe a tear from your eye. āHeh, yeah, I get that a lot,ā he said with confidence, not even acknowledging your laughing fit directed at him.
You both sat like that for about an hour, everyone settling in and just relaxing. Something youād all not have been able to do since you left your homeland. Youād actually had some pretty nice conversations with Snotlout, and youād learned heād thought pretty highly of himself. But thatās okay, he was able to back it up about 25% of the time, which was good enough.
Youād stood up with a groan, walking around the campsite and picking up everyoneās dishes and going to rinse them off in the hot spring so you can put them back in your large traveling trunk. And of course Snotlout insisted on helping(following) you. Trying to continue your previous conversation.
āSo you said something about fighting right? You must be highly trained, right? I mean come on, we all know who your dad was, what all do you know how to do?ā He asked you as you were drying off a clean bowl with the edge of your clothes. āIt would probably be easier if I showed you,ā you said mindlessly. Implying that you could teach him what youād learned.
But oh boy thatās not how he took it.
You had stood up, patting yourself off after kneeling on the ground. āPfff, that a challenge lady?ā He said with a smile as he raised his brow. You really had meant to correct yourself, tell him thatās not what you meant and offer an apology. But all it took was a glance to see that thatās what he wanted, thatās what he expected, so why not give it to him.
Snotlout doesnāt remember much, just a blur of sky and ground and the unpleasant feeling of water up his nose. Hot water. Youād thrown him into the spring once heād thrown and good punch or two your way. And in any other circumstance, heād be utterly embarrassed, angry and upset at the humiliating sound of his friendās laughter at him. But no, all he could focus on was you, you and your strength. It was as if your figure was surrounded with a pink hue and floating hearts. He was in sooooo much trouble now.
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The next morning everyone took off at dawn when the sun had just barely began to peek over the horizon. If you all moved efficiently, youād be in Berk by early sunset. And you were.
And Berk was even better than you couldāve hoped for. Dragons galore, ones youād never even seen before. Tiny little cute ones and round fat ones that served no other purpose than just being house pets or little assistants. You saw foreign merchants selling exotic clothing and jewelry on their traveling caravan dragons and little shops for anything you could possibly need. The stone path worn by heavy foot traffic of people who were free to do as they pleased when they pleased. It was so foreign, yet so beautiful.
You were introduced to Gobber, the one whoād end up teaching you how to do the basic things for yourself rather than for others. You were never taught to mend leather, your father had subordinates for that, but now you could choose to learn how to mend leather, and make swords, and clothing, and jewelry. It was all so much fun.
āWell, youāre a beautiful lass aināt ya?!ā You heard Gobber shout as you had approached him with Hiccup. āWhy thank you,ā you said sweetly as you looked down at the shorter man. āWhen Hiccup told me he was going to visit Dragosā daughter Iād called him a fool, but seems to me it was all worth it!ā He said with gleaming fervor as you two began to talk as if you were old friends meeting up again.
Then there was Gothi. Youād met her a few days after being in Berk, and it only took so long because Hiccup and Fishlegs had an āa-hah!ā Moment in the dragon riders quarters once you began to spew out medical information like it was a typical hymn.
Her cottage was quaint and tiny and full of even tinier dragons. Hiccup and Fishlegs did you the honor of carrying your books to her house for you. Theyād both been bragging and chatting about how excited sheād be to learn about all the things youād written about and all the foreign plants youād done medicinal research on. Oh boy and she definitely was.
At first she was confused, why were the dragon riders and this strange women dropping book after book into her house? āHey Gothi! This is our new dragon rider!ā Exclaimed Hiccup as he set down the stack of heavy books on the floor. āHi there! I heard youāre the villages doctor and herbalist! I wanted to get to know you more and introduce you to all my research!ā You said happily. Ogling at her abundant spice racks and her twine lined ceiling that held bundles or rare exotic herbs. She looked at you skeptically before glancing at the pile of books. She began to read the books titles, and gradually began to flip through a couple pages, and it wasnāt long before she had thanked you profusely before ushering you all out so she could read in peace.
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And last but certainly not least. Youād met Spitelout. It was in the Mead hall. It was your first real time youād been in there since youād arrived on Berk. Youād just gotten somewhat settled in at your makeshift room at the headquarters with the help of Snotlout, so you treated yourself to an outing.
You donāt know how you spotted him, but you did. Snotlout, among the loud crowd and bustling tables, was sitting next to an older man that he was the spitting image of, except heād looked a bit bummed out, bored even.
So you took it upon yourself to go sit with them. Youād squirmed your way between Snotlout and the guy sitting close to him, your shoulders shoved together as you watched Snotlouts face contort in all different kinds of emotions. Happiness first, then blush, most likely due to the close proximity, then, once it all set in, anxiety.
The table vibrated as an empty stein of beer slammed against the table, Spitelouts. He was drunk out of his mind, his cheeks rosy and his speech slurred. āMy, look what my sons dragged in,ā he said cheerfully as he waved his empty mug around and announced to all of his drinking buddies. āQuite the beautiful doll you are, pretty ladies canāt help but be attracted to my bloodline, thatās a fact,ā he said as he and his friends erupted in laughter as Snotlout seemed to shy away from everything, he couldnāt even seem to look you in the eyes.
āDonāt you think thatās a bit brash to say to a lady youāve just met? You havenāt even bought me a pour yet!ā You say in a teasing way, trying to get a joke off but it didnāt really stickā¦Tough crowdā¦
Spitelout broke the silence with a hearty laugh, followed by his friendās laughter. Apparently the joke did land. āBartender, fetch the lass a mead on my tab wonāt you!ā And thatās how you ended up in a vicious drinking battle with one of your best friendsā father.
Somewhere along the way youād somehow gotten Snotlouts helmet placed on your head, and your shoes had disappeared as well. Youād never even drank before, why were you even doing this? It was somewhat fair because Spitelout was already shitfaced when youād had your first drink, but now? Oh boy everyone was out of it. You had just slammed down your sixth stein of beer, the one youād managed to finish before Spitelout. Snotlouts arm was around you as he laughed uncontrollably and kissed your cheek in a drunken celebration. You wiped the bitter foam from your mouth as you obnoxiously pointed your finger in Spitelouts face and began to egg him on.
āYouāre really gonna let a young lass beat you in a drink off?ā You said lightheartedly, or so you thought. Maybe it was just the Jorgensen boys, or maybe you just had a bad way with words, but they always seemed to take your jokes a little bit too seriously.
āLike hell I would! Iād never let a woman beat me!ā Spitelout said almost angrily, making the hand gesture for another round of mead. People continued laughing and held up conversations around you, but you were locked in a staring contest with Spitelout. āWhatās so wrong with getting beat by a woman?ā You ask a bit skeptically. āAre you serious, thatās embarrassing!ā He yelled out ādonāt get on your high horse woman because youāre out drinking a shitfaced Viking, a weak lady like you could never beat me, not even in a drinking contest!ā He exclaimed. And it was as if everyone around you had felt the atmosphere change.the air charged with something unreadable. It was quiet.
Maybe it was the mead talking. Thinking back, it was absolutely the mead talking. You were over come by a sense of urgency, urgency to shut this man up. So without warning you lunged across the table, landing a blow on Spitelouts face, a good one, a really good one, followed by a few more.
The next morning was a blur, and so was the rest of the fight. You just remember waking up in the same bed as Snotlout. His arms clung to you as if youād float away and his face was buried in your bare chest. Your hair messy and your knuckles aching. You and Snotlout woke up around the same time, only to both be startled by the figure of his father standing in his doorway with a brace made from a special technique youād recognized from your books youād lent to Gothi. You yanked the sheets up, covering your naked body. Spitelout looked like shit. He had a large black eye and a big cut on the bottom left corner of his jaw.
Youād hissed and expected the worst as you watched him approach you in Snotlouts bed swiftly. But before you or Snotlout could even get a plea out, you were enveloped inā¦a hug?
āWelcome to the family!ā Spitelout shouted with a hoarse voice filled with something that could only be interpreted as love.
āMan the Jorgensenās have always loved em feisty but youāre something else lass!ā Spitelout shouted as Snotlout buried his face in his hands to hide his embarrassment. āOh boy when you meet my wife youāll know what Iām talking about, that being said when do ya think youād want to move your stuff in?ā Spitelout said abruptly.
āWha-What?ā You said confusingly. āWell no daughter of mine is sleeping a building away from dragon stables, thatās no living space fit for a Jorgensen!ā He said happily as he patted your shoulder encouragingly.
āWait dad-no, that not what-ā Snotlout tried to interject but it was pointless. His dad had already made up his mind. āOh no no donāt worry about moving your belongings in Iāve already hired a crew!ā Spitelout said without much thought.
You and Snotlout were a bit speechless. The silence filled the room, not awkward, just, confused?
āDidā¦Did we sleep with each other?ā Snotlout says, and you can almost feel the heat radiating from his red face. āWell I donāt think we got drunk and stripped just to cuddle.ā You say without thought. Letting the sheets drop as you yawn out, not really giving anything much thought. Only to be interrupted by the harsh clash of Snotlouts lips on yours, again apparently. Needless to say it was a loooong morning.
All in one night, youād beaten Snotlouts father up, slept with Snotlout, been accepted into the Jorgensen family, and you were now scheduled to move in with Snotlout most likely by the end of the day? What had you gotten yourself into?
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Not a lot actually. Well, in retrospect, not a lot. Youād do your work as a dragon trainer and fly home with Snotlout, only to go and help his wonderful mother cook dinner for everyone. And Spitelout was right, you and his wife were so much alike, in the sense where you were both as brave and beautiful as they came.
Life only seemed to get better from there. You go to experience what it was like to be a girlfriend, a wife, a child to parents who adored you, and friends of people who loved you.
It makes you tear up every time you talk about how much you appreciate it all to Snotlout, his friends and his help and his support, all while he cradles you in your shared bed in the dim candle light.
Youād lost your father, but youād gained your life.