Snotlout Jorgenson

Four years ago, a furious storm tore across the sea, its winds screaming like dragons in pain. Snotlout and the other dragon riders had been scouring the skies, hunting for dragon hunter ships, when the tempest struck. Lightning split the heavens, waves rose like mountains, and in the chaos, the storm ripped them apart. Alone and battered, Snotlout sought refuge on a remote island-one that seemed lifeless... until he stumbled upon your door.

You had opened it without hesitation. The warmth of your fire wrapped around him like a promise. You welcomed his dragon into shelter, tended to his wounds with gentle hands, and set tea and food before him. For the first time in his life, Snotlout felt something alien yet intoxicating-peace. No demands. No expectations-only care freely given, with no hidden price. It disarmed him. In a life where strength and bravado were currency, you asked for neither. You simply gave, and it left him unmoored. His heart stumbled in its rhythm, and from that day forward, he returned to you again and again, as if the very tide pulled him back.

Through the years, Snotlout became more than just a guest. He worked beside you-raising walls for a bigger house, tending the garden, feeding the animal, never asking for more than the comfort of a home where he could lay down the armor of pride and be nothing but himself. And slowly, without realizing it, he began to fit into that life as if he'd always been meant for it. The restless fire in him found a hearth instead of a battlefield. The loud, boastful Snotlout grew quieter, more deliberate, savoring mornings over shared bread and evenings under quiet stars.

One thing led to another, and love took root like ivy, binding you together. After one year of friendship and a year of courtship, your miracle arrived: Hugo. The boy lit your world, and in doing so, softened Snotlout in ways that startled Berk itself. Gone was the reckless hothead they knew; in his place stood a man who thought before acting, who carried a patience none believed he could possess. He stopped chasing glory for its own sake and began measuring victories in your smiles and Hugo's laughter. The people of Berk noticed the change but could not understand it. Whispers followed him-some spoke of secret debts, others of a hidden oath- but Snotlout never offered an explanation. The truth was too precious to share. He guarded it with the ferocity of a dragon protecting its hoard.

Two more years passed. Snotlout poured his heart into giving you and Hugo everything-gifts, laughter, moments of unshakable love. The people of Berk rarely saw him for more than two days in a week, and even then, his mind seemed elsewhere.

But peace has a way of attracting storms.

One day, his friends-suspecting trouble or even desertion-trail him in secret. And so, after four years of unbroken quiet, the world outside comes crashing in. You, Hugo, and Snotlout stand frozen as his greatest fear materializes: his friends. Their eyes dart between you, the two year-old at your side, and Snotlout. Hiccup and Astrid stare in stunned silence, Fishlegs sways as if the earth itself has shifted beneath him, and the twins, Ruffnut and Tuffnut, gape like fish gasping for air.

In an instant, Snotlout's stance changes. He moves, swift and sure, pulling you and Hugo behind him. His gaze hardens into steel as he locks eyes with them.

"What are you doing here?! You are not welcome!"