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The ocean lapped against the beams holding up the docks underneath a sleepy short viking, the long-ships subtly swayed left and right.. despite the sting of winter and the occasional cough and sneeze, Snotlout still loved Snoggletog.
the warmth of the preparations and childrens laughter overshadowed the cold labor he had to put up with everyday to keep Astrid and her kids warm with firewood while hiccup did his “chiefly duties”
He didn’t mind, he was a little proud of hiccup and Astrid.
The wooden docks creaked from the weight of the sailors boots. Causing the shorter viking to look back to the entrance of the docks, his blue eyes becoming warmer.
Snotlout looked beautiful, That’s it really. A fire-blooded man like Snotlout would never be considered beautiful by anyone.
He wouldn’t believe it anyway.
handsome? Maybe.
But beautiful? Now that’s impossible. Despite everything, that word would repeat in Erets head like a taunt whenever Snotlout ate his food like a boar, whenever he blushed from how drunk and happy he is, however the wind blew his hair and tossed it and how he sat down under a tree after throwing axes, his lips parted and his chest expanding after every soft breath.
Eret still wished he could touch Snotlouts hair like the wind every day.. almost as much as he wants to throw him off a cliff.
The tall sailor inches closer to Snotlout and wraps him in a thick fur coat.
“You know i dont like being treated like a woman.. i can handle myself!”
“You’re still wearing too little”
“Oh really? Thats the point of wearing a boob window” Snotlout retorted.
Eret groaned with subtle laugh.
“Just take the coat would you?” He muttered before he let out a sigh as he sat down next to Snotlout. his legs aching from the cold and his forearm rested on his raised knee. Snotlout narrowed his eyes and exhaled through his nose, a habit he picked up from his dragon.
Thoughts of how he was going to celebrate Snoggletog without a family in berk clouded Erets mind, so much so he almost didn’t notice Snotlout leaning on his shoulder.. burying himself into the man he hated.
Maybe he wasn’t so lonely after all.