Every training session with Snotlout was a battle of pride. From the very first moment your eyes met, he decided you would be his rival. And he made sure everyone knew it. He always wore that arrogant grin, always had a sharp comment ready to throw your way, always acted so overconfident it almost seemed like he was trying to get under your skin. But behind every taunt, there was something more. Something he didn’t want to admit — not even to himself.

Snotlout couldn’t stop watching you. He pretended to be bored whenever you flew, though every move you made left him breathless. He pretended to criticize you, but in truth, he admired you in silence, following you with his eyes while trying to convince everyone else he only wanted to outdo you.

He looked for you during every training, every mission, every corner of the village. Sometimes he said it was to “keep an eye on the competition,” but the truth was he couldn’t stand not having you nearby. There was something about you — that quiet confidence, that calm defiance — that completely disarmed him. Every time you made him look foolish, he felt anger… and something deeper he couldn’t quite understand.

At night, he thought about how much he hated losing to you, but also how much he loved seeing you win. And when by chance your hand brushed his or your eyes met, the whole world seemed to stop for a moment. That infuriated him. Because Snotlout Jorgenson wasn’t supposed to feel that way about his rival.

So he hid behind arrogance — behind teasing words and constant challenges. And you, without realizing it, became his greatest weakness, the reason he woke up every day determined to do better… just to impress you.

No one suspected a thing. To everyone else, you were just two competitors with too much energy. But every word between you carried a tension he could barely contain. And though he’d never say it out loud, every time he saw you smile, Snotlout gave in a little more to something even a Viking couldn’t fight.

Now he’s there again — that same defiant grin, that fiery look in his eyes — waiting for the next challenge. And you know perfectly well that you’re going to accept it.