A/N: That whole evil thing with Grease wasn't planned...but I just made this story longer XD Hahahaha...hooray! And there was much rejoicing :P Anyway looks like things with Snotlout and his father aren't too good, but this is Spitelout we're talking about. Enjoy Chapter 15!
The party was nice. Lots of eating, drinking, typical viking stuff. I mingle with everyone, trying to make this day brighten a little with the threat of doom looming over me. But there's this weight, it weighs my heart down. I already felt like a coward, like I didn't deserve this 'hero' title my friends were giving me, but still I had hope, but Grease just shot it down with a word bow and a invisible arrow. And now, I felt hopeless. True I can't let other people's words affect me. But how can anyone do that? I feel like a baby, everyone's rejoicing and being happy. I should be too. I mean, I AM better. But...that just doesn't matter right now.
"I'm going to go for a walk," I mutter, trying to hide the sadness, "...I'll be back soon."
Hiccup looks at me, Toothless standing beside him, "Alright. But be back soon."
I didn't know if I would really come back or just hide in the shadows of the night until dawn broke out, with a new day awaiting a new journey. I didn't know if it mattered. First, I had to get my coat from my house.
Mom was in the crowd somewhere, Dad too. But I don't think its worth making a trip to tell them i was leaving for a bit. They'd try to convince me to stay. Plus mom say Raefor again, and I could imagine the look at her face when she saw me. The disappointing daughter.
I slip out the door, closing it behind me and making as little noise as possible. It isn't snowing, but below my feet I can hear the crunching of snow as I take steps, heading for my home just around the corner. I can feel that winter chill, the nippy air as it washes over my face.
When I get to my house I open the door, a familiar feel washes over me. I hadn't been here in forever. Stuck in Gothi's house all day made it annoying to even think about the events before the surgery. My coat is hanging up, so I grab it quickly and shut the door behind me.
Raefor is there.
"Hey you," I say, putting my jacket on, "you wanna go for a walk?"
It makes that parrot noise, and we head off. Just walking wherever we could. Raefor follows me, not leaving my side or flying off to eat, "You need to eat. Lets go get some fish."
The dragon flaps his wings.
We head to the beach, but suddenly I hear a voice. I turn to see Fishlegs hiding in the shadows, and as a result I jump, "Fishlegs, wow! Don't scare me like that."
"Sorry, was spending some time in the great outdoors," Meatlug is beside him and when she see's Raefor, the two confront each other, "what are you doing out here? Shouldn't be at your party?"
I nod, "Yeah. Too many people right now. I need some space."
"Makes sense. Meatlug and I are the exact same. Too many people is claustrophobic," He smiles, "we love our personal space."
"At least someone understands," I'm starting to fight tears, if I talk much longer surely I will explode in sadness. And I didn't want to cry. Taking a walk is the best way not to. But its rude to just leave so I don't, "I don't like crowds."
"Crowds bore me. I'd rather a book on dragons."
That reminds me, "Have you discovered anything new about the dragon?"
Fishlegs shakes his head, "Nothing besides its anger issues."
"Do you think...if the dragon academy got back together for at least a month we'd solve this issue?"
"Maybe. But that would take a lot of guts, time and encouraging."
He was the best person to help me, the only person with enough knowledge, "I need some help Fishlegs. Hiccup is on the wall and doesn't know what to do. For reason I don't wanna mention he doesn't consider bringing the academy together. But it could help. We might be the only ones in this village with the skill to do away with this thing."
"I don't know..." Fishleg's eyes widen, "...i mean that thing is pretty dangerous."
"New dragon," I remind him, "you love this."
He hesitates, looking at Meatlug, "Fine. I'll help."
"We need a plan," I start right away, but I feel like crying still and I know soon the tears will begin to fall, "lets meet to discuss it."
"I'm free...except..."
"Ruffnut?"
He smiles a little, "Yeah. After Snotlout backed off, I've been trying. Its working...I think. She doesn't prank me much."
"Good sign," I say, "We could try tomorrow after the dragons migrate. By the food storage."
Fishlegs nods. I say goodbye, and I head away with my dragon. Finally I was getting somewhere. But my mind traces back to Grease's words, and now the heavy feeling on my heart has grown.
At the moment my tears are threatening to flow, but I don't want to cry. Not now. It would be embarrassing even if no one was around. I couldn't cry until I was in my room. My sanctuary. That place of safety. Otherwise someone may see, the tears can't come. They just can't.
Then I see him. That one person.
Snotlout.
He is coming towards me, a smile on his face, "Did you miss me? I don't need an answer, of course you did."
I force a smile, and nod my head. If I talk now i'm going to cry.
Silence.
"Well aren't you going to say something? Or are you stunned by my manly presence?"
I can't speak, I look to the ground.
"Speechless?"
I'm fighting, I'm fighting so hard. I don't want anyone to see me cry. But even with all the fighting, with all the strength me, I can't keep that one tear from trickling down my cheek. I rub if away with my hand, hoping he didn't see it. But I was wrong.
"Are you crying?"
"No," I lie.
"You're totally crying," He exclaims, "wait, why are you crying?"
I need to be strong. I can't cry. I can't cry, "I'm fine," I sniff, "see!" I force a smile.
"I wasn't born yesterday you know," Snotlout's expression softens a little, "just spit it out."
And now I can't hold it in anymore. But I don't want people to see.
So, I take a chance. I walk towards him, burying my head into his shoulder and grasping him with my arm. He's stunned, "Hey! What are you doing? People will see."
"Just," Now I'm crying, "I just need a hug."
"A hug? What. I can't-"
"Then-" I back up so he can see my blotchy face...I didn't want him to see me, I was ugly when I cried, "...I'll go home."
He looks at me, my face is red, I know it, "I never said that...but people might see us..." The whole image thing again, how he doesn't wanna ruin his tough act.
I look around, indeed there weren't any before but now there were one or two vikings walking around. Maybe going home from the party since I reckon the entire village was there. The vikings pass us, but I don't care if anyone see's us anymore. Everyone knew we were dating. So I wrap my arm around him and re-bury my eyes into his shoulder, "Please..." I'm whining, I'm begging. I HATE doing both but I don't want to move.
Silence. Normally he argues with me, but this time he doesn't. Instead I feel a pair of arms wrap around my waist. Then I start sobbing No, that doesn't describe what i'm doing, I'm crying hard. Coughing every once and a while. Little by little, I can feel myself being pulled into the shadows. Until no one can see us. Its just us. No one else.
A new sanctuary; and I continue to cry.
Though I don't know how long I'm standing there, how long we're in this position. I finally quiet down, and push myself away. Thank goodness its dark...he doesn't have to see my horrible after-cry face, "Great," I sniff, "now i'm crying in public. I'm a mess..." I wipe my eyes.
Snotlout says nothing, just stares at me. I can't really see his expression, "Its fine. No one saw..." He mutters something, then continues, "who made you cry anyway?"
"Oh, no one..." I lie again, "just blowing off steam."
"You think i'm an idiot?" He leaves the cover of the shade, walking towards the beach. I follow him closely, "you never cry for no reason. Or to 'blow off steam.'"
I didn't think he'd fall for that considering, "Someone just...made some comments."
"Who? What comments?"
"Well...uh..."
"Stop. Just tell me," He insist. Raefor is following us, hitting my shoulder every once and a while. I guess he wants to make sure i'm not crying.
For a moment I hesitate, I don't know if I want to say anymore. Snotlout will insist and after the events with my arm, I had told myself I wouldn't keep anymore secrets from him, but I knew what he would do. He'd hunt Grease down and...I don't want to think about anything else. Maybe I can get away with not mentioning a name, "Just things like...i'm a coward...and saying i'm..." Lower than dirt, "...filth. Lower than dirt. That I'm not a full woman since i no longer have an arm."
Snotlout looks at me, we're at the beach now. I sit down on the sand, Raefor sitting beside me. I don't know where Hookfang was, I just realized he wasn't around right now, "Who said that? Whose saying all those nasty things?"
"Well...I...uh," I don't want to tell him, "I'm not saying."
"You're not saying? Someone insults you to your face and you don't want to tell me? That's why I'm here!" I never noticed his face, but as I look at him I see something. More than rage. A combination of sadness, and anger. EXTREME anger. Crap. I shouldn't have said anything, "No one insults the girlfriend of a Jorgenson."
I shake my head, "No. You'll do something stupid."
"Will not."
"Will too."
"Will not!"
"Will too."
"I will not," Snotlout finally exclaims sitting beside me.
Now I feel bad, I wasn't going to keep secrets from him anymore. I sigh, closing my eyes, and giving in, "Fine. It was..." I swallow, "...Grease."
"That pig? You're taking what that pig said seriously?"
I frown, "Yeah."
"Stupid."
"Excuse me?" I glare, "everything he said, every word he spoke were in my thoughts. The things I was thinking. I am not worthy of any praise this village is giving me. Not that party. All I did was get hit by a toxic goo, a small amount of toxic goo. I didn't save anyone," I laugh, "a hero? I'm the laughing stock of all vikings."
Snotlout looks at me, "You're seriously bringing this up again? Making me repeat myself?" I listen, staring into the moons reflection in the water, "stop saying that!"
"Why?" I say, "its the truth."
"To a jerk like Grease. Stop putting yourself down!"
"I only speak truth."
"But it isn't! Do you think I'd be dating you if it were true?" He looks at my shoulder stump, "i mean, Snotlout dates no one less than a warrior. You are a warrior. You're perfect. You were fighting some giant...thing when you got sick. Snotlout doesn't date cowards. Snotlout dates real people," Snotlouts face goes red, he scoots closer so my arms touching his hip, "and you're as real as they get."
Never in my life had I thought all this stuff with Snotlout would have happened. He's softened. Before he'd just give the tough act and not show any signs of intimacy, or even encouragement. Now he was different.
And I loved him for it.
I decide to take a chance. I turn my head to see if anyone is behind us and listen for voices. When I'm met with silence, I turn to him and place my lips firmly on his. I close my eyes. This was my first time doing this. And I was taking my chances. He may get mad at me or something. But I didn't care. He needed to know how special he was to me. How much I loved him, how much I cared. I pull back a little, smiling, "Thanks." I murmur.
He's stunned, confused. Snotlout say nothing. His face is turning red.
Snotlout opens his mouth, but before he can speak, I do it again. Only this time as I lean in I see his eyes close. And so it begins.
Its just a kiss at first. The pecks you give when you greet someone, only we don't part. Instead I feel my insides begin to become unsettled, my heart racing and accelerating still. I can feel his heart, i'm that close to him. Same as mine. I don't know what to do, but I don't want to pull away, I don't want this moment to end. The last kiss during the surgery was too short. Not this one.
I wrap my arm around his neck, hoping he understands the hint for once. I wanted to use it as a message, 'not yet, just not yet.' For once in his life he seems to understand when I feel, I feel his left arm snake around my waist while he props his other hand in the sand. And then the kiss intensifies.
No longer is it a long peck, but passionate. And yet I don't want to pull away. This is what I want. What i've wanted for years, i'm not yet ready to pull away. And I won't. So i pull myself closer, and I grasp his neck tightly. And I get lost. Lost in this kiss.
Finally, after what seemed like forever, I pull away. Snotlout looks at me, and I stare into his light blue eyes. Beautiful. I could lose myself in them. He coughs, scratching his neck, "I...don't know why..." He doesn't finish, "I..." He's speechless.
I lean in again, this time I just kiss his cheek and lean on to his shoulder, staring out at the water.
"Someone's going to see," He mutters, looking at me.
I look at him and smile, "Who cares?"
The next morning I awake to a ruckus, a group of villagers screaming and cheering. I prop myself on top of my bed and peer through the window to see a crowd of people around a couple of people and one was shouting.
I am curious to see whats going on, so I try walk down the stairs and open the door. Outside I see something, but I can't see it entirely since there's a large crowd. I'm tired, my eyesight still a little blurry. I push through the crowd, and I make out two figures even though my mind is foggy.
Snotlout is standing up, and Grease is on the ground with a bloody nose.
I gasp, "Snotlout." I walk over to him, trying not to kick Grease despite wanting to so much, "what did you do?"
"What did I do? I punched him!"
"Snotlout!"
"What else was I suppose to do? After he said all those things!"
He did it for me, not self-sacrificing since i'm his "warrior girlfriend" but I now feel bad, "You don't need to punch him anymore. I think he got the point."
"I did nothing," Grease exclaims, "I only wanted to know why he was dating a girl of such low class. Whose only equal is dirt..." He spits.
Snotlout glares, "What did you say!? Do not call my girl filth you slime-ball!"
"Ha," He stands up, "coward."
"A Jorgenson is brave. We are not cowards. What is your problem!?"
"I was talking about your girlfriend," Grease grins, "the coward she is. Dirt and filth. No more class than a bug." He continues to talk. Meanwhile so wrapped up in his own talking that he doesn't notice Snotlout approach him, "...what a shame really. Have your family name smeared because of some low life scum..." And when I realize what he's going to do, it is too late.
Snotlouts fist meets with Grease's nose. And Grease falls into the ground, screaming in pain.
"Snotlout!" The words pierce my heart, but after the events of the night before, I feel better, "come. Lets go."
"Not until he apologizes!" Snotlout exclaims, "coward? Thats like calling me a coward. No one calls a Jorgenson a coward!"
"Come," I insist, trying to pull at his arm, "he's the scumbag. He doesn't deserve all this violence," I lean into this ear, "you're not violent."
Snotlout hesitates, his fists clenched, "Next time..." But I don't let him finish. Snotlout walks away.
I turn to Grease, "I warned you."
The party was nice. Lots of eating, drinking, typical viking stuff. I mingle with everyone, trying to make this day brighten a little with the threat of doom looming over me. But there's this weight, it weighs my heart down. I already felt like a coward, like I didn't deserve this 'hero' title my friends were giving me, but still I had hope, but Grease just shot it down with a word bow and a invisible arrow. And now, I felt hopeless. True I can't let other people's words affect me. But how can anyone do that? I feel like a baby, everyone's rejoicing and being happy. I should be too. I mean, I AM better. But...that just doesn't matter right now.
"I'm going to go for a walk," I mutter, trying to hide the sadness, "...I'll be back soon."
Hiccup looks at me, Toothless standing beside him, "Alright. But be back soon."
I didn't know if I would really come back or just hide in the shadows of the night until dawn broke out, with a new day awaiting a new journey. I didn't know if it mattered. First, I had to get my coat from my house.
Mom was in the crowd somewhere, Dad too. But I don't think its worth making a trip to tell them i was leaving for a bit. They'd try to convince me to stay. Plus mom say Raefor again, and I could imagine the look at her face when she saw me. The disappointing daughter.
I slip out the door, closing it behind me and making as little noise as possible. It isn't snowing, but below my feet I can hear the crunching of snow as I take steps, heading for my home just around the corner. I can feel that winter chill, the nippy air as it washes over my face.
When I get to my house I open the door, a familiar feel washes over me. I hadn't been here in forever. Stuck in Gothi's house all day made it annoying to even think about the events before the surgery. My coat is hanging up, so I grab it quickly and shut the door behind me.
Raefor is there.
"Hey you," I say, putting my jacket on, "you wanna go for a walk?"
It makes that parrot noise, and we head off. Just walking wherever we could. Raefor follows me, not leaving my side or flying off to eat, "You need to eat. Lets go get some fish."
The dragon flaps his wings.
We head to the beach, but suddenly I hear a voice. I turn to see Fishlegs hiding in the shadows, and as a result I jump, "Fishlegs, wow! Don't scare me like that."
"Sorry, was spending some time in the great outdoors," Meatlug is beside him and when she see's Raefor, the two confront each other, "what are you doing out here? Shouldn't be at your party?"
I nod, "Yeah. Too many people right now. I need some space."
"Makes sense. Meatlug and I are the exact same. Too many people is claustrophobic," He smiles, "we love our personal space."
"At least someone understands," I'm starting to fight tears, if I talk much longer surely I will explode in sadness. And I didn't want to cry. Taking a walk is the best way not to. But its rude to just leave so I don't, "I don't like crowds."
"Crowds bore me. I'd rather a book on dragons."
That reminds me, "Have you discovered anything new about the dragon?"
Fishlegs shakes his head, "Nothing besides its anger issues."
"Do you think...if the dragon academy got back together for at least a month we'd solve this issue?"
"Maybe. But that would take a lot of guts, time and encouraging."
He was the best person to help me, the only person with enough knowledge, "I need some help Fishlegs. Hiccup is on the wall and doesn't know what to do. For reason I don't wanna mention he doesn't consider bringing the academy together. But it could help. We might be the only ones in this village with the skill to do away with this thing."
"I don't know..." Fishleg's eyes widen, "...i mean that thing is pretty dangerous."
"New dragon," I remind him, "you love this."
He hesitates, looking at Meatlug, "Fine. I'll help."
"We need a plan," I start right away, but I feel like crying still and I know soon the tears will begin to fall, "lets meet to discuss it."
"I'm free...except..."
"Ruffnut?"
He smiles a little, "Yeah. After Snotlout backed off, I've been trying. Its working...I think. She doesn't prank me much."
"Good sign," I say, "We could try tomorrow after the dragons migrate. By the food storage."
Fishlegs nods. I say goodbye, and I head away with my dragon. Finally I was getting somewhere. But my mind traces back to Grease's words, and now the heavy feeling on my heart has grown.
At the moment my tears are threatening to flow, but I don't want to cry. Not now. It would be embarrassing even if no one was around. I couldn't cry until I was in my room. My sanctuary. That place of safety. Otherwise someone may see, the tears can't come. They just can't.
Then I see him. That one person.
Snotlout.
He is coming towards me, a smile on his face, "Did you miss me? I don't need an answer, of course you did."
I force a smile, and nod my head. If I talk now i'm going to cry.
Silence.
"Well aren't you going to say something? Or are you stunned by my manly presence?"
I can't speak, I look to the ground.
"Speechless?"
I'm fighting, I'm fighting so hard. I don't want anyone to see me cry. But even with all the fighting, with all the strength me, I can't keep that one tear from trickling down my cheek. I rub if away with my hand, hoping he didn't see it. But I was wrong.
"Are you crying?"
"No," I lie.
"You're totally crying," He exclaims, "wait, why are you crying?"
I need to be strong. I can't cry. I can't cry, "I'm fine," I sniff, "see!" I force a smile.
"I wasn't born yesterday you know," Snotlout's expression softens a little, "just spit it out."
And now I can't hold it in anymore. But I don't want people to see.
So, I take a chance. I walk towards him, burying my head into his shoulder and grasping him with my arm. He's stunned, "Hey! What are you doing? People will see."
"Just," Now I'm crying, "I just need a hug."
"A hug? What. I can't-"
"Then-" I back up so he can see my blotchy face...I didn't want him to see me, I was ugly when I cried, "...I'll go home."
He looks at me, my face is red, I know it, "I never said that...but people might see us..." The whole image thing again, how he doesn't wanna ruin his tough act.
I look around, indeed there weren't any before but now there were one or two vikings walking around. Maybe going home from the party since I reckon the entire village was there. The vikings pass us, but I don't care if anyone see's us anymore. Everyone knew we were dating. So I wrap my arm around him and re-bury my eyes into his shoulder, "Please..." I'm whining, I'm begging. I HATE doing both but I don't want to move.
Silence. Normally he argues with me, but this time he doesn't. Instead I feel a pair of arms wrap around my waist. Then I start sobbing No, that doesn't describe what i'm doing, I'm crying hard. Coughing every once and a while. Little by little, I can feel myself being pulled into the shadows. Until no one can see us. Its just us. No one else.
A new sanctuary; and I continue to cry.
Though I don't know how long I'm standing there, how long we're in this position. I finally quiet down, and push myself away. Thank goodness its dark...he doesn't have to see my horrible after-cry face, "Great," I sniff, "now i'm crying in public. I'm a mess..." I wipe my eyes.
Snotlout says nothing, just stares at me. I can't really see his expression, "Its fine. No one saw..." He mutters something, then continues, "who made you cry anyway?"
"Oh, no one..." I lie again, "just blowing off steam."
"You think i'm an idiot?" He leaves the cover of the shade, walking towards the beach. I follow him closely, "you never cry for no reason. Or to 'blow off steam.'"
I didn't think he'd fall for that considering, "Someone just...made some comments."
"Who? What comments?"
"Well...uh..."
"Stop. Just tell me," He insist. Raefor is following us, hitting my shoulder every once and a while. I guess he wants to make sure i'm not crying.
For a moment I hesitate, I don't know if I want to say anymore. Snotlout will insist and after the events with my arm, I had told myself I wouldn't keep anymore secrets from him, but I knew what he would do. He'd hunt Grease down and...I don't want to think about anything else. Maybe I can get away with not mentioning a name, "Just things like...i'm a coward...and saying i'm..." Lower than dirt, "...filth. Lower than dirt. That I'm not a full woman since i no longer have an arm."
Snotlout looks at me, we're at the beach now. I sit down on the sand, Raefor sitting beside me. I don't know where Hookfang was, I just realized he wasn't around right now, "Who said that? Whose saying all those nasty things?"
"Well...I...uh," I don't want to tell him, "I'm not saying."
"You're not saying? Someone insults you to your face and you don't want to tell me? That's why I'm here!" I never noticed his face, but as I look at him I see something. More than rage. A combination of sadness, and anger. EXTREME anger. Crap. I shouldn't have said anything, "No one insults the girlfriend of a Jorgenson."
I shake my head, "No. You'll do something stupid."
"Will not."
"Will too."
"Will not!"
"Will too."
"I will not," Snotlout finally exclaims sitting beside me.
Now I feel bad, I wasn't going to keep secrets from him anymore. I sigh, closing my eyes, and giving in, "Fine. It was..." I swallow, "...Grease."
"That pig? You're taking what that pig said seriously?"
I frown, "Yeah."
"Stupid."
"Excuse me?" I glare, "everything he said, every word he spoke were in my thoughts. The things I was thinking. I am not worthy of any praise this village is giving me. Not that party. All I did was get hit by a toxic goo, a small amount of toxic goo. I didn't save anyone," I laugh, "a hero? I'm the laughing stock of all vikings."
Snotlout looks at me, "You're seriously bringing this up again? Making me repeat myself?" I listen, staring into the moons reflection in the water, "stop saying that!"
"Why?" I say, "its the truth."
"To a jerk like Grease. Stop putting yourself down!"
"I only speak truth."
"But it isn't! Do you think I'd be dating you if it were true?" He looks at my shoulder stump, "i mean, Snotlout dates no one less than a warrior. You are a warrior. You're perfect. You were fighting some giant...thing when you got sick. Snotlout doesn't date cowards. Snotlout dates real people," Snotlouts face goes red, he scoots closer so my arms touching his hip, "and you're as real as they get."
Never in my life had I thought all this stuff with Snotlout would have happened. He's softened. Before he'd just give the tough act and not show any signs of intimacy, or even encouragement. Now he was different.
And I loved him for it.
I decide to take a chance. I turn my head to see if anyone is behind us and listen for voices. When I'm met with silence, I turn to him and place my lips firmly on his. I close my eyes. This was my first time doing this. And I was taking my chances. He may get mad at me or something. But I didn't care. He needed to know how special he was to me. How much I loved him, how much I cared. I pull back a little, smiling, "Thanks." I murmur.
He's stunned, confused. Snotlout say nothing. His face is turning red.
Snotlout opens his mouth, but before he can speak, I do it again. Only this time as I lean in I see his eyes close. And so it begins.
Its just a kiss at first. The pecks you give when you greet someone, only we don't part. Instead I feel my insides begin to become unsettled, my heart racing and accelerating still. I can feel his heart, i'm that close to him. Same as mine. I don't know what to do, but I don't want to pull away, I don't want this moment to end. The last kiss during the surgery was too short. Not this one.
I wrap my arm around his neck, hoping he understands the hint for once. I wanted to use it as a message, 'not yet, just not yet.' For once in his life he seems to understand when I feel, I feel his left arm snake around my waist while he props his other hand in the sand. And then the kiss intensifies.
No longer is it a long peck, but passionate. And yet I don't want to pull away. This is what I want. What i've wanted for years, i'm not yet ready to pull away. And I won't. So i pull myself closer, and I grasp his neck tightly. And I get lost. Lost in this kiss.
Finally, after what seemed like forever, I pull away. Snotlout looks at me, and I stare into his light blue eyes. Beautiful. I could lose myself in them. He coughs, scratching his neck, "I...don't know why..." He doesn't finish, "I..." He's speechless.
I lean in again, this time I just kiss his cheek and lean on to his shoulder, staring out at the water.
"Someone's going to see," He mutters, looking at me.
I look at him and smile, "Who cares?"
The next morning I awake to a ruckus, a group of villagers screaming and cheering. I prop myself on top of my bed and peer through the window to see a crowd of people around a couple of people and one was shouting.
I am curious to see whats going on, so I try walk down the stairs and open the door. Outside I see something, but I can't see it entirely since there's a large crowd. I'm tired, my eyesight still a little blurry. I push through the crowd, and I make out two figures even though my mind is foggy.
Snotlout is standing up, and Grease is on the ground with a bloody nose.
I gasp, "Snotlout." I walk over to him, trying not to kick Grease despite wanting to so much, "what did you do?"
"What did I do? I punched him!"
"Snotlout!"
"What else was I suppose to do? After he said all those things!"
He did it for me, not self-sacrificing since i'm his "warrior girlfriend" but I now feel bad, "You don't need to punch him anymore. I think he got the point."
"I did nothing," Grease exclaims, "I only wanted to know why he was dating a girl of such low class. Whose only equal is dirt..." He spits.
Snotlout glares, "What did you say!? Do not call my girl filth you slime-ball!"
"Ha," He stands up, "coward."
"A Jorgenson is brave. We are not cowards. What is your problem!?"
"I was talking about your girlfriend," Grease grins, "the coward she is. Dirt and filth. No more class than a bug." He continues to talk. Meanwhile so wrapped up in his own talking that he doesn't notice Snotlout approach him, "...what a shame really. Have your family name smeared because of some low life scum..." And when I realize what he's going to do, it is too late.
Snotlouts fist meets with Grease's nose. And Grease falls into the ground, screaming in pain.
"Snotlout!" The words pierce my heart, but after the events of the night before, I feel better, "come. Lets go."
"Not until he apologizes!" Snotlout exclaims, "coward? Thats like calling me a coward. No one calls a Jorgenson a coward!"
"Come," I insist, trying to pull at his arm, "he's the scumbag. He doesn't deserve all this violence," I lean into this ear, "you're not violent."
Snotlout hesitates, his fists clenched, "Next time..." But I don't let him finish. Snotlout walks away.
I turn to Grease, "I warned you."