That Look (Hiccup x Reader)

73: Not Lout

We were all flying to yet another party, this one celebrating a Storehouse Spitelout had built on a different island. I think they left out the whole Singe Tail thing to the public but hey. When someone builds a storehouse, you have to party. Those are the rules.

"Hmmm, pretty good turn out." Hiccup commented as we came in for a landing.

"Of course it's a good turnout, Hiccup." Snotlout grinned. "The people love the Jorgensons!"

"I'm not sure that's right L-word." I spoke up. "Maybe loathe, lame, lazy, loud-"

"Shut up, (Y/n)!"

Anywho, we landed on the island and dismounted. Like the logical people we are, the twins and I went straight for the free food; considering it was the only reason we were actually here. I mean, the storehouse looks nice but it's kinda far away.

"Look at that! All of Berk has come out to admire the Jorgensons' handiwork!" Snotlout gushed over the crowd.

"Nah. Everyone's just here for the free food." Tuff told him as the three of us returned holding heaps of food.

"Nobody comes to these things to admire anything." Ruff confirmed my suspicions.

Stoick was beginning his speech and I was batting away his son who kept trying to provoke me by stealing my food. I can handle a lot of things, but Thor have mercy on whoever messes with my food.

"Ahem, In every Viking's life, there comes a time when you have to take a chance. Risk everything. Today, we celebrate a man who took the initiative. We now have a new off-Berk storehouse, thanks to-" Stoick was then pushed out of the way by the rapidly opening doors to reveal...

"Spitelout Jorgenson, of the great Jorgensons!" Spitelout yelled and for some reason, people cheered.

"Woohoo! Spitelout, Spitelout, oy, oy, oy!" Snotlout yelled and tried to catch up to his father who was making his way through the crowd.

The rest of us basically stayed in our group, just talking and laughing. Tuffnut performed a remarkable act of balancing his helmet on his head upside down and yeah. Just a bunch of stupid stuff. Eventually, when the food ran out we immediately left or else be damned with the laborious task of... cleaning up. Just the thought of it made me shudder.

* * *

"Alright gang, stay sharp. There's been a lot of Hunter activity in this area." Hiccup warned us as we headed out on another mission.

"Maybe we should spread out, cover more ground." Astrid suggested.

"Yeah, good idea." He nodded.

"Whoa. Whoa. Whoa." Snotlout panicked. "Now Astrid's making all the decisions? When did that happen?"

"Uh, guys?" Fishlegs tried to bring the focus back to the dragon hunter ship but went unnoticed.

"If Astrid's making all the decisions, we want to build a second story on our crib, you know? Add square footage and enhance the curb appeal." Tuff spoke up.

"Why do they get a better hut?" Snotlout complained.

'Shut up, I sleep in the stables.'

'But that's our choice...'

'Shut up, me.'

"Nobody's getting a better hut!" Hiccup said frustratedly. "And Astrid is not making all the decisions."

"Guys!" Fishlegs tried again to direct our focus on the hunter ships.

"Guys! Hunter ships, dead ahead." Heather yelled, actually getting everyone's attention.