That Look (Hiccup x Reader)

93: The Wings Of War (Part 2)

"Toothless!" Hiccup yelled, hoping that the Night Fury would save us. However, something grabbed our shoulders and pulled us away from the Singetail.

I looked up to see our saviour and saw- "Spitelout?!"

"What are you doing here?" Hiccup asked him.

I mean, I understand that this is his island but we were kinda preparing for an all-out war, and war was kinda his thing. Or so he claims.

"'What am I doing here?' What are you doing here?" He asked us.

* * *

"Did I mention that I was grateful, for you saving our lives?" Hiccup said once again as he continued pacing back and forth.

"You did. And as a repayment, how about standing still?" Spitelout snapped at him. "You're making dinner come up with all that pacing back and forth."

"Right, sorry." He apologized. "I'm just worried about Toothless."

"Oh, well, if you miss your dragon, have a pet of mine. He won't mind." Spitelout offered and Hiccup went over the scratch Kingstail.

"There's a good boy." Hiccup smiled as the Nadder purred. "Spitelout, what's the deal with this place anyway? You've got all these provisions. You could survive for months."

"Well, in case you forgot, those bleeding blowtorches destroyed my brand-new, perfectly located storehouse and nearly charbroiled my son in the process." He explained, somewhat surprising me that he was actually mad about someone trying to hurt his son. "You were there. It was an ugly day in Jorgenson history."

I had a few things I wanted to add to that but decided to keep my mouth shut.

"Is that what all this is about? Revenge?" Hiccup asked.

"I've been watching 'em. Closely. One day I'll trap one. See how they like a little Jorgenson justice." Spitelout said with a crazy grin.

"Yeah, okay, fine. Just remember, it's rescuing my dragon first, Jorgenson Justice, second." Hiccup reminded him. "If we don't get Toothless up in the sky without the cover of night, he'll be a sitting duck."

"Well, then lead on. I could use a break from the peace and solitude. Doesn't suit me. I'm a people person, you know." Spitelout told us.

'Riiiiiight...'

* * *

"Okay, so, what exactly have you been doing out here this whole time?" Hiccup asked Spitelout as we strolled through the forest.

"Research, boyo. I've been doing research."

"On?"

"Singetails, of course." Spitelout stated the obvious. "What else would I be out here doing research on? Daft."

"So, what have you got? Anything useful?" Hiccup pressed.

"'Anything useful', he says. Eh." Spitelout scoffed and rolled his eyes. Then for some reason, he pulled us down.

"Ow! Why would you do that?" He snapped.

"Heatlout." The Jorgensen said and peered at a yellow Singetail.

"You named it?" Hiccup asked, somehow surprised about the name choice.

"I named them all. They became like family after time." He explained.

"Is it common for everyone in your family to try and kill each other?" I asked and was ignored.

"Hotlout." Spitelout told us and pointed to a Singe tail in the sky. "Quite the naughty ninny. One of my favourites." Then another one appeared and started breathing fire. "Flamelout. He knows we're here."