Everything had changed since Berk made peace with the dragons. There was no more war, people were bonding with dragons of their own, and Hiccup had finally gained the village's respect. You had also found a dragon to ride, a Deadly Nadder named Razorwire. And most importantly, you were dating Snotlout Jorgenson.

Sure he was loud and a bit of a show-off, but you couldn't resist. When he'd give you those puppy eyes you couldn't help but melt. You found yourself privy to a side of Snotlout that many would deny existed.

Especially since that despite witnessing his son help defeat the Red Death, Spitelout hadn't changed. He continued to demand far too much of his son and demean his accomplishments at every turn. More often than not it was you picking up the pieces after.

Just that afternoon, you and the riders had been practicing maneuvers. Hookfang and Snotlout had pulled off an impressive move, torching one of the training dummies.

"Did you see that one, dad?" Snotlout asked, getting off Hookfang.

Spitelout merely scoffed, "You don't need rewards for shit you're expected to do." He turned his back and sauntered off towards the armory.

You could see Snotlout's disappointment as you dismounted Razorwire. You had the overwhelming urge to make sure Snotlout knew how proud you were of him. To know that you were always in his corner.