#still a draft

“Snotlout husband of Eret” didn’t sound so bad.

Snotlout flipped through the pages.. colors upon colors, and how to achieve those hues from flowers and clay. a variety of wedding ideas Snotlout bunched up in a leather folder he never thought he needed.

Junglehouse blue? Too tacky. Pink? They were both men! Red? Looks like a love inn. He needed the perfect color pallet, he was going to be finally betrothed. 

Eret loves the ocean, doesn’t he? He’ll keep the baby blue for the banner, oh yeah— It’s all coming together.

Gold for Snotlout and blue for Eret, Snotlout laid down on the wooden floor with a soft smile nobody has ever knew, he never thought he would get married. But Eret wants to!

The viking imagined how the smell of the ocean would calm the sailors and how the soft cloth would be placed upon their hands to make Snotlout the coolest most manly viking husband.

Or so he thought.

The wedding was cancelled, or at least Snotlout felt like it was- when in reality it was postponed till next week.

“It was rainin yaks and dragons!” Gobber said to Gothi in the great hall, Waving his wooden hand as if the officiator could change the weather. Gothi was already bored of his constant complaining, can’t an old woman sit in peace? Weddings never go as planned anyways.

Snotlout’s eyes were brighter than usual.

The crackling of fire couldn’t muffle the angry voices in his head, yelling at Thor for the lightning and storms— it couldn’t even muffle his shame.

while his outstretched legs were warmed up by the great halls fire. He felt Eret walk casually from gobbers stressed yapping to Snotlouts quiet rage.

Eret clenched his jaw. A rain-soaked Snotlout on the floor didn’t help.

Snotlout had spent 1 minute thanking thor for not going outside in his wedding attire and another minute sulking in front of the great halls hearth. 

Erets sweet accent snapped Snotlout out of his thoughts as he sat behind him. “Lad.. the wedding will be held soon enough, no?”

Snotlout wanted to be hugged from the back, his eyes became softer. From icy to something with warmth.

If it wasn’t Eret, Snotlout would have bitten his face off as soon as he sat down behind him, instead the shorter viking leaned back into Erets chest silently.

“Its so humiliating—“ A mumble left Snotlout

“No, Lout its not.”

“Thor always had it out for me, i was struck by lightning 14 times! And now this, Eret!” he cried out.

Sometimes life is unfair.

Everyone felt bad for them both.. the rain outside was strong and sudden, they couldn’t even reschedule for a later date in time.

And yet- Eret was hopeful for some sort of relief.. the pain Snotlout endured might become a gift. Despite him deserving it most of the time

…

Despite everything, they still got betrothed.. needless to say a viking and a sailor didn’t know what to do during a honeymoon so they decided to just sail with Erets old crewmates, who surprisingly adored Snotlout.

There were lanterns and sweets to wave them a warm goodbye near the docks, Erets place.

Fishlegs scratched his chin “But why? Honeymoons are for fun!”

despite the tradition being for the blessing of a son in the maidens womb.

Eret shrugged but the shorter viking wasn’t so merciful.

“First of all, FISHFACE! I like honeymoons because i get to have a great time and rub it in your faces.” Snotlout offendedly pointed at fishlegs.

“And just because i wont have a sappy smoochy honeymoon doesn’t make me any less of a viking! So you better be thank-!”

Snotlout was interrupted by his husband.

“You’ve done enough for today.” Erets voice somehow tamed Snotlout. As he was steered towards the ship.

Snotlout let out a soft laugh and waved everyone off as he boarded the ship. It wasn’t a usual occurrence to hear him laugh with so much love, it was usually filled with mockery or it was a victory laugh. But this one was different.

Snotlout was lulled to sleep by the noises of the ship. Crewmates chatting, the oceans tide rising and the ship gently rocking, creaking.. He wondered how babies felt when they were sung lullabies and rocked by their mothers. Was this it? 

He felt warm, his round nose right next to Erets old beige fur coat that smelled like the ocean, it was soft and warm as he snuggled deeper into the bed. Staring at the moon from the round window on the swaying ship. Wondering how many times Eret went to the sea.

Eret has been more busy lately, he felt a little jealous. They got married but he still wanted attention! But the only way he could find peace in knowing he cant choke Eret out for leaving him alone for so long is hugging the sailors old clothes.

Eret kept moving, always looking forward— as if stillness could kill him, he would hear the cracking of whips and dragons.

Snotlout couldn’t seem to figure out why..

He didn’t understand.. Eret knew all of Snotlout, from his body to his head. But Snotlout sometimes wished he could see Erets slavemark for more than a few seconds before the candle is snuffed out, ask him, tell him it reminds him of hookfang.

 He feels guilty, guilty for not knowing his husband more. What if someone knew Eret better than Snotlout did? Would Eret go to them instead?