A/N: The last chapter brought some shocking news, you guys are probably wondering why I wrote that last sentence. Well, you are going to find out soon. Please don't hate me! :( The first one-shot on my list was released, so I can write and release this chapter! I'm trying my best to embrace Snotlout after development. Hopefully the series coming out this Spring will focus on them as adults (I knows its in between the 1 and 2 movie) and show us them developed. Anyways enjoy! R&R!
Flashback
It wouldn't rain. The clouds above are as dark as coal, but it has been hours and the rain has not come. In a way I don't mind, its kind of cliche for it to rain on a sad day like today. But for once, even though I stand in the bitter cold with no coat, I pray for rain. It was her favorite. Oleander could come to shore on those days. Her large body allowed her only to the edge of town, but her long neck could extend far and we, as human and dragon, would watch as everyone went about their business. These were the joy days, the days I would look forward to.
We stand on the sea stacks; viking funerals ended with a celebration, but we weren't there yet. I was still mourning beside Gobber as, like Stoicks death, he spoke of encouraging words about the deceased. Today it was my dragon. But I don't hear him, I don't comprehend what he says. All I see is a raft, long with pieces of rope keeping logs together, float along the surface. A blue tail hangs out from underneath a blanket that is over top my dragons body.
My baby girl...my Oleander.
Numb. That's all I feel. My entire body is numb, there is nothing. Even as the cold wind brushes my skin and darkness engulfs the the entire world, I fight myself. This is not real, it can't be. This was a dream. Oleander dead. Why? She was always going to be there for me. She had to be there for me. Who else would I lean on while the rest of the world turned its back? Who would make me feel better? Who would ask for the flower treats?
Gobber finishes, "...may you be remembered as a great dragon warrior." It was time. That moment I was dreading, goodbye to my friend forever. There is a bow in my hand, I didn't notice it until now. An arrow in the other. I lift my hands, place the arrow in the bow and aim for the raft. My hands shake, tears are now beginning to gather on my eyelids. The arrow flies through the air and lands on the raft; in just a moment a flame is reaching for the sky.
I drop to my knee's, more fire flies through the sky and lands on the raft. The tears are falling down my cheeks. I can't take it. Why? Why did she have to leave me alone? All by myself? Where am I going to run? Where am I going to find someone to talk to? Gobber, he was the guy with good, awkward advice. But Oleander was the one I went to talk about ANYTHING.
"You were so good," I don't care if anyone hears me, i will be as loud as I want, "you were there. When I went through the biggest heart break of my life, you made me feel important. Better. You loved me when no one else did," The emotions change, they flop like colors can, "Then you die. And leave me alone. You DIE!" I am screaming now, my fists clenched against the ground, "What am I suppose to do now!? You were a piece of my heart, and you're gone." I hunch over, my face in the dirt, "I should have watched you more, stayed away from everything and just-"
But I can't finish, my mind is blank and the tears are flowing. A cry bursts from my lips, and I don't know how to deal with it. So I cry. And cry. I close my eyes and try to steady my breathing to not hyperventilate, but I fail when the cries continue coming from my mouth.
I don't know how long I sit here before grief takes over my entire body, I don't care if anyone is watching. I don't care. I want my Oleander back, "Why?" I scream, "...why did you have to leave me!?"
My heart clenches, its having a tantrum maybe, I can't tell. But I want to scream, I want to throw myself at the raft and stay with the body. My mind is screaming, it wants me to go. It wants me to leave. But I'm too weak. Crying is way too much work. My head is clouded. My heart hurts. Why?
I hear a voice above the tears, "Your dragon was old," It was an older woman, Valka, "she had a full life. Fifty is a good age for Scauldron."
For a moment there is silence, like the bitter cold nights when wind was vacant. And I don't want to move, but I have to. I put my hands against the ground and push up so i'm sitting upright.
Valka is kneeling, her left arm hanging at her side and her right holding the staff she always carried. She reaches, extending her left hand so she is delicately touching my shoulder, "she would be proud. You took good care of her."
The tears cease for a moment, but they still gather under my eyelids. When I turn my head to look her in the eye, I catch a glimpse of what's going on behind me. Everyone else has kept their distance. Hiccup is several feet away, looking at me with sympathy. Astrid too. Fishlegs is looking away, he stands beside Astrid. Snotlout is a little farther away, not close enough to the twins who stand very far away. He has that look; that one that could melt a heart of ice in an instant. I see him brush his face with his hand.
"We need to celebrate her life," Valka smiles, "as she would want you too."
I know it to be true, tears fall down my cheeks once more, but that's they do. I know in my heart she is right.
With all the courage I can gather I manage a nod.
Time to celebrate her life.
Present Day
"And then, i went out with my father and we took down two Monstrous Nightmares," Grease flicks his thumb and second finger, examining them like a girl with no tolerance for dirt, "We killed a lot of dragons that day. Of course, that doesn't count the dozens of terrible terrors we found. Or those Gronckles." I sit across from him, my elbow against the table. My hand is over my left ear, and like a child I groan. Of course it doesn't matter much, Grease doesn't hear me over the over powering sound of his own voice.
There aren't many folks in the Mead Hall, maybe a handful of individuals scattered across the tables. I try counting heads to try and block out Grease's voice. If anything, I was hoping to get out of this somehow. My plate of food is empty, but his is still full of chicken and bread. I never knew someone could talk so much, my ears hurt from the loud voice that echoes through the hall. Once and a while I see someone turn towards us and glare. It's hard to tell how much longer there will be glaring...soon I wager there will be fist fights.
"What about you?" Grease asks.
It takes me by surprise, "What?"
"Your life."
"Oh. Well..."
"Have you ever fought a dragon?"
"Fought a dragon?"
"Yes a dragon."
"Once yeah."
"Only the best vikings have fought dragons," Grease declares, "but how can you be a good viking if you fought them once. If you were my father's child-," I feel like climbing under the bench and hiding until he stops talking. My head is beginning to ache from all the noise, my arm growing weary from exhaustion.
There are only a few vikings scattered around the room; most with empty plates, speaking with other vikings they are sitting with. I notice that most are by themselves, finishing up a meal or sitting there doing there.
"...and of course, I had to grab the saw..." Grease adds, my mind feels crowded. But I block him out by looking around the room and gazing at everything my eyes come upon. I hope he is finished, or that his voice will disappear into the abyss, "...but that's only one dragon I killed then." He is finally done. "Of course, the hardest dragons to kill that night were a group of one hundred Monstrous Nightmares. It all started when..." And he starts up again.
"Well," I say loudly, "I have to go to the bathroom."
"...but it didn't matter of course, I outnumbered them..."
I roll my eyes, pushing myself out of my seat and walking to the door. He wouldn't notice if I was gone for a few minutes.
Somehow, I am on Svens property; the backdrop is a field with a single hill and a tree that tries to touch the sky. I can see the tip top of the tree, despite it being high up. There is an extra sheep pen; three sheep graze inside. Sven had done some upgrading recently, the extra pen was built not long after the winter had ended to give some sheep a little bit more room to walk.
I find no love for sheep, as much as they provide warm material to make clothes, anything involved in the process of animal care (not dragons) or the creating of any kind of clothing was nothing but boredom. Despite being grateful for what mother made for me to wear, I couldn't make clothes. Every time, they would too big for even Fishlegs, or smaller than anything a Terrible Terror could wear.
That was the same of any animal like Yaks or chickens, they were animals, but I was not a fan of them. If anything, getting a dragon was hard. They are dry, with scales...Oleander was worse, she had this wet slimy feeling to her skin. It was gross, but then as I grew older I got use to it and found comfort. Svens light is on, so I creep underneath his window and peer inside. He is sitting at the table in a chair with its back to me, trying to yodel. The sound pierces my ears and I wince. At least he was distracted.
But I suddenly find myself darting for the tree on the hill, feeling adrenaline pump through my veins. It was so exciting, going on something that I shouldn't, someone else's property, and climbing the highest peek. Watching the world as it slept under a dark blanket with stars. My hand reaches for the first branch and I start to ascend up the tree. Every once and a while I look behind me to see the world as it grows small.
Once the last thick branch is under my feet, I stop and look at Berk. I'm near the top and I can see everything. This is like my home, on the roof I see the square and most of Berk. But here, I see everything to the ocean. The only thing I have to strain to see is Gothi's hut on the top of the cliff. But it's not something I would want to look at on a regular basis. In the sky are a few riders and their dragons, not many though. The shape of the dragons indicate a Gronckle, and maybe some Nadders.
Its this; this is what I love. Seeing the entire world rest with everything they could ever need. The familiarity of the place I grew up makes me feel at peace. No longer do I care if I'm alone. No longer do I care if the world wants to turn its back on me. Because up here, I feel like I'm on top. Like I can do anything I set my mind too. I'm inspired, thrilled and excited to be alive. I know that's what I need, to feel like I can do what I need to set my mind too.
My eyes glance down towards the sheep pens, and two shadowy figures are running across the field towards the sheep pens. One dashes right for the pens, and the other is advancing slowly.
"This is gonna be fun," I hear a female voice say, it echoes. From the tree top I see the first shadow stop at the sheep pens, laughing, "and no ones gonna know."
It's hard to recognize the figures from so high up.
"Which one should we start with?"
"That one." The figures head towards the pen that had more sheep, "we'll let them out on three. One. Five. Ten. Three." The second figure opens the gate, and in moments the sheep are running wild through the field in every direction possible.
"Run sheep run!" The first figure exclaims; now I recognize the voice. Ruffnut, "lets do that one now."
"Anything for you," The second figure is Snotlout. My heart accelerates.
"Oh the prize black sheep," Ruffnut snickers, "time to return to the wild." She grabs the gate and opens it, laughing as the three lonely sheep leave the pen, "Go! Be free!"
"Nice one," Snotlout comments, "you're so smart." I glare.
"Sheeeep!" Sven cries.
"Run!" Snotlout exclaims, heading back towards the tree. My eyes try to follow him, to see where he's going. Suddenly, the branch underneath my gives out and I begin to fall, letting out a blood hurdling scream. I fall until my arms try to grab anything to keep me from falling any farther. Finally, my arms wrap around a thick branch. I stop falling, my heart is now accelerating.
My eyes gaze down and I see that I'm only halfway down. What's worse, is both Snotlout and Ruffnut are underneath, watching, "Who is it?" Ruffnut calls, "whose up there?"
I grab the tree, "You really don't recognize me."
"Hmmm..." Ruffnut thinks for a moment then snaps her fingers, "Penny! Wait, what are you doing up there?"
"Hanging," I say bluntly.
"That doesn't sound like fun."
I groan, "It isn't. But its better than breaking my leg." My arms are starting to weaken, "and i don't know how much longer I can hang on."
"Let go. We'll catch you."
"Are you sure?" I ask, "I'm pretty heavy." Snotlout murmurs something under his breath, "What's that?"
"Nothing." He says.
"C'mon. Let go!"
I closed my eyes, it was either let go or be left there. So with a little bit of courage I release and fall...right on top of something hard. I look to my left and see Ruffnut, and jump up, "Sorry." Snotlout gets up and brushes his pants. That same old look is on his face, the sad one that tears my heart into two. We look at each other, then quickly look away.
"Geeeeeeeeet back here!" Sven cries.
"Run!" Ruffnut calls, and they take off towards the cliffs.
I stand there, confused, until Snotlout turns around, "Run!" That's when I finally understand, sure I wasn't involved in letting out the sheep, but if I was caught here, Sven would think I did it. So I listen, and trail behind Snotlout and Ruffnut.
Thankfully Sven isn't a fast runner, and it doesn't take long before we finally outrun him, ducking into a small forest and behind some large rocks.
"We lost him," Snotlout says, peering over the rocks.
Ruffnut pumps her fist into the air, "Yeah!"
The two laugh and smile in celebration, while I am still sitting there, keeping my mouth shut. There was no point in speaking, no point in saying a word. I was only there because I didn't want to in trouble for something I didn't do. For a moment they celebrate until Ruffnut looks at me, "This is the best day ever. Tuffnut always got us caught."
"That's because you guys don't run." I say bluntly
"Exactly. How great is this? I totally got away with it."
"Excuse me? You mean WE got away with it," Snotlout adds, settling down on the rock and avoiding eye contact with me.
"You should try it," Ruffnut says to me, "its so great."
I scratch my neck, "Maybe."
There is silence, I look over at Snotlout and my heart feels like its cracking. Or like my emotions will fill up past the limit and burst open. I don't want to be sad, a minute ago I was happy, at peace and now I am reminded by the problems I have, the issues I face.
"Wooow look at the time," Ruffnut says, jumping up quickly, "I'm going to head home and leave you two here...alone. By yourselves. ALL alone." Snotlouts eyes widen and I go to protest, but she is gone before I can say another anything. Awkward air is filling up in the vast space above us, I feel like my head is about to fall off, or my lungs will collapse. We look at each other, then away once again. I don't know what to think, how to handle this, or if anything else, what I am suppose to do.
And now I am alone with Snotlout. What could possibly go wrong?
Flashback
It wouldn't rain. The clouds above are as dark as coal, but it has been hours and the rain has not come. In a way I don't mind, its kind of cliche for it to rain on a sad day like today. But for once, even though I stand in the bitter cold with no coat, I pray for rain. It was her favorite. Oleander could come to shore on those days. Her large body allowed her only to the edge of town, but her long neck could extend far and we, as human and dragon, would watch as everyone went about their business. These were the joy days, the days I would look forward to.
We stand on the sea stacks; viking funerals ended with a celebration, but we weren't there yet. I was still mourning beside Gobber as, like Stoicks death, he spoke of encouraging words about the deceased. Today it was my dragon. But I don't hear him, I don't comprehend what he says. All I see is a raft, long with pieces of rope keeping logs together, float along the surface. A blue tail hangs out from underneath a blanket that is over top my dragons body.
My baby girl...my Oleander.
Numb. That's all I feel. My entire body is numb, there is nothing. Even as the cold wind brushes my skin and darkness engulfs the the entire world, I fight myself. This is not real, it can't be. This was a dream. Oleander dead. Why? She was always going to be there for me. She had to be there for me. Who else would I lean on while the rest of the world turned its back? Who would make me feel better? Who would ask for the flower treats?
Gobber finishes, "...may you be remembered as a great dragon warrior." It was time. That moment I was dreading, goodbye to my friend forever. There is a bow in my hand, I didn't notice it until now. An arrow in the other. I lift my hands, place the arrow in the bow and aim for the raft. My hands shake, tears are now beginning to gather on my eyelids. The arrow flies through the air and lands on the raft; in just a moment a flame is reaching for the sky.
I drop to my knee's, more fire flies through the sky and lands on the raft. The tears are falling down my cheeks. I can't take it. Why? Why did she have to leave me alone? All by myself? Where am I going to run? Where am I going to find someone to talk to? Gobber, he was the guy with good, awkward advice. But Oleander was the one I went to talk about ANYTHING.
"You were so good," I don't care if anyone hears me, i will be as loud as I want, "you were there. When I went through the biggest heart break of my life, you made me feel important. Better. You loved me when no one else did," The emotions change, they flop like colors can, "Then you die. And leave me alone. You DIE!" I am screaming now, my fists clenched against the ground, "What am I suppose to do now!? You were a piece of my heart, and you're gone." I hunch over, my face in the dirt, "I should have watched you more, stayed away from everything and just-"
But I can't finish, my mind is blank and the tears are flowing. A cry bursts from my lips, and I don't know how to deal with it. So I cry. And cry. I close my eyes and try to steady my breathing to not hyperventilate, but I fail when the cries continue coming from my mouth.
I don't know how long I sit here before grief takes over my entire body, I don't care if anyone is watching. I don't care. I want my Oleander back, "Why?" I scream, "...why did you have to leave me!?"
My heart clenches, its having a tantrum maybe, I can't tell. But I want to scream, I want to throw myself at the raft and stay with the body. My mind is screaming, it wants me to go. It wants me to leave. But I'm too weak. Crying is way too much work. My head is clouded. My heart hurts. Why?
I hear a voice above the tears, "Your dragon was old," It was an older woman, Valka, "she had a full life. Fifty is a good age for Scauldron."
For a moment there is silence, like the bitter cold nights when wind was vacant. And I don't want to move, but I have to. I put my hands against the ground and push up so i'm sitting upright.
Valka is kneeling, her left arm hanging at her side and her right holding the staff she always carried. She reaches, extending her left hand so she is delicately touching my shoulder, "she would be proud. You took good care of her."
The tears cease for a moment, but they still gather under my eyelids. When I turn my head to look her in the eye, I catch a glimpse of what's going on behind me. Everyone else has kept their distance. Hiccup is several feet away, looking at me with sympathy. Astrid too. Fishlegs is looking away, he stands beside Astrid. Snotlout is a little farther away, not close enough to the twins who stand very far away. He has that look; that one that could melt a heart of ice in an instant. I see him brush his face with his hand.
"We need to celebrate her life," Valka smiles, "as she would want you too."
I know it to be true, tears fall down my cheeks once more, but that's they do. I know in my heart she is right.
With all the courage I can gather I manage a nod.
Time to celebrate her life.
Present Day
"And then, i went out with my father and we took down two Monstrous Nightmares," Grease flicks his thumb and second finger, examining them like a girl with no tolerance for dirt, "We killed a lot of dragons that day. Of course, that doesn't count the dozens of terrible terrors we found. Or those Gronckles." I sit across from him, my elbow against the table. My hand is over my left ear, and like a child I groan. Of course it doesn't matter much, Grease doesn't hear me over the over powering sound of his own voice.
There aren't many folks in the Mead Hall, maybe a handful of individuals scattered across the tables. I try counting heads to try and block out Grease's voice. If anything, I was hoping to get out of this somehow. My plate of food is empty, but his is still full of chicken and bread. I never knew someone could talk so much, my ears hurt from the loud voice that echoes through the hall. Once and a while I see someone turn towards us and glare. It's hard to tell how much longer there will be glaring...soon I wager there will be fist fights.
"What about you?" Grease asks.
It takes me by surprise, "What?"
"Your life."
"Oh. Well..."
"Have you ever fought a dragon?"
"Fought a dragon?"
"Yes a dragon."
"Once yeah."
"Only the best vikings have fought dragons," Grease declares, "but how can you be a good viking if you fought them once. If you were my father's child-," I feel like climbing under the bench and hiding until he stops talking. My head is beginning to ache from all the noise, my arm growing weary from exhaustion.
There are only a few vikings scattered around the room; most with empty plates, speaking with other vikings they are sitting with. I notice that most are by themselves, finishing up a meal or sitting there doing there.
"...and of course, I had to grab the saw..." Grease adds, my mind feels crowded. But I block him out by looking around the room and gazing at everything my eyes come upon. I hope he is finished, or that his voice will disappear into the abyss, "...but that's only one dragon I killed then." He is finally done. "Of course, the hardest dragons to kill that night were a group of one hundred Monstrous Nightmares. It all started when..." And he starts up again.
"Well," I say loudly, "I have to go to the bathroom."
"...but it didn't matter of course, I outnumbered them..."
I roll my eyes, pushing myself out of my seat and walking to the door. He wouldn't notice if I was gone for a few minutes.
Somehow, I am on Svens property; the backdrop is a field with a single hill and a tree that tries to touch the sky. I can see the tip top of the tree, despite it being high up. There is an extra sheep pen; three sheep graze inside. Sven had done some upgrading recently, the extra pen was built not long after the winter had ended to give some sheep a little bit more room to walk.
I find no love for sheep, as much as they provide warm material to make clothes, anything involved in the process of animal care (not dragons) or the creating of any kind of clothing was nothing but boredom. Despite being grateful for what mother made for me to wear, I couldn't make clothes. Every time, they would too big for even Fishlegs, or smaller than anything a Terrible Terror could wear.
That was the same of any animal like Yaks or chickens, they were animals, but I was not a fan of them. If anything, getting a dragon was hard. They are dry, with scales...Oleander was worse, she had this wet slimy feeling to her skin. It was gross, but then as I grew older I got use to it and found comfort. Svens light is on, so I creep underneath his window and peer inside. He is sitting at the table in a chair with its back to me, trying to yodel. The sound pierces my ears and I wince. At least he was distracted.
But I suddenly find myself darting for the tree on the hill, feeling adrenaline pump through my veins. It was so exciting, going on something that I shouldn't, someone else's property, and climbing the highest peek. Watching the world as it slept under a dark blanket with stars. My hand reaches for the first branch and I start to ascend up the tree. Every once and a while I look behind me to see the world as it grows small.
Once the last thick branch is under my feet, I stop and look at Berk. I'm near the top and I can see everything. This is like my home, on the roof I see the square and most of Berk. But here, I see everything to the ocean. The only thing I have to strain to see is Gothi's hut on the top of the cliff. But it's not something I would want to look at on a regular basis. In the sky are a few riders and their dragons, not many though. The shape of the dragons indicate a Gronckle, and maybe some Nadders.
Its this; this is what I love. Seeing the entire world rest with everything they could ever need. The familiarity of the place I grew up makes me feel at peace. No longer do I care if I'm alone. No longer do I care if the world wants to turn its back on me. Because up here, I feel like I'm on top. Like I can do anything I set my mind too. I'm inspired, thrilled and excited to be alive. I know that's what I need, to feel like I can do what I need to set my mind too.
My eyes glance down towards the sheep pens, and two shadowy figures are running across the field towards the sheep pens. One dashes right for the pens, and the other is advancing slowly.
"This is gonna be fun," I hear a female voice say, it echoes. From the tree top I see the first shadow stop at the sheep pens, laughing, "and no ones gonna know."
It's hard to recognize the figures from so high up.
"Which one should we start with?"
"That one." The figures head towards the pen that had more sheep, "we'll let them out on three. One. Five. Ten. Three." The second figure opens the gate, and in moments the sheep are running wild through the field in every direction possible.
"Run sheep run!" The first figure exclaims; now I recognize the voice. Ruffnut, "lets do that one now."
"Anything for you," The second figure is Snotlout. My heart accelerates.
"Oh the prize black sheep," Ruffnut snickers, "time to return to the wild." She grabs the gate and opens it, laughing as the three lonely sheep leave the pen, "Go! Be free!"
"Nice one," Snotlout comments, "you're so smart." I glare.
"Sheeeep!" Sven cries.
"Run!" Snotlout exclaims, heading back towards the tree. My eyes try to follow him, to see where he's going. Suddenly, the branch underneath my gives out and I begin to fall, letting out a blood hurdling scream. I fall until my arms try to grab anything to keep me from falling any farther. Finally, my arms wrap around a thick branch. I stop falling, my heart is now accelerating.
My eyes gaze down and I see that I'm only halfway down. What's worse, is both Snotlout and Ruffnut are underneath, watching, "Who is it?" Ruffnut calls, "whose up there?"
I grab the tree, "You really don't recognize me."
"Hmmm..." Ruffnut thinks for a moment then snaps her fingers, "Penny! Wait, what are you doing up there?"
"Hanging," I say bluntly.
"That doesn't sound like fun."
I groan, "It isn't. But its better than breaking my leg." My arms are starting to weaken, "and i don't know how much longer I can hang on."
"Let go. We'll catch you."
"Are you sure?" I ask, "I'm pretty heavy." Snotlout murmurs something under his breath, "What's that?"
"Nothing." He says.
"C'mon. Let go!"
I closed my eyes, it was either let go or be left there. So with a little bit of courage I release and fall...right on top of something hard. I look to my left and see Ruffnut, and jump up, "Sorry." Snotlout gets up and brushes his pants. That same old look is on his face, the sad one that tears my heart into two. We look at each other, then quickly look away.
"Geeeeeeeeet back here!" Sven cries.
"Run!" Ruffnut calls, and they take off towards the cliffs.
I stand there, confused, until Snotlout turns around, "Run!" That's when I finally understand, sure I wasn't involved in letting out the sheep, but if I was caught here, Sven would think I did it. So I listen, and trail behind Snotlout and Ruffnut.
Thankfully Sven isn't a fast runner, and it doesn't take long before we finally outrun him, ducking into a small forest and behind some large rocks.
"We lost him," Snotlout says, peering over the rocks.
Ruffnut pumps her fist into the air, "Yeah!"
The two laugh and smile in celebration, while I am still sitting there, keeping my mouth shut. There was no point in speaking, no point in saying a word. I was only there because I didn't want to in trouble for something I didn't do. For a moment they celebrate until Ruffnut looks at me, "This is the best day ever. Tuffnut always got us caught."
"That's because you guys don't run." I say bluntly
"Exactly. How great is this? I totally got away with it."
"Excuse me? You mean WE got away with it," Snotlout adds, settling down on the rock and avoiding eye contact with me.
"You should try it," Ruffnut says to me, "its so great."
I scratch my neck, "Maybe."
There is silence, I look over at Snotlout and my heart feels like its cracking. Or like my emotions will fill up past the limit and burst open. I don't want to be sad, a minute ago I was happy, at peace and now I am reminded by the problems I have, the issues I face.
"Wooow look at the time," Ruffnut says, jumping up quickly, "I'm going to head home and leave you two here...alone. By yourselves. ALL alone." Snotlouts eyes widen and I go to protest, but she is gone before I can say another anything. Awkward air is filling up in the vast space above us, I feel like my head is about to fall off, or my lungs will collapse. We look at each other, then away once again. I don't know what to think, how to handle this, or if anything else, what I am suppose to do.
And now I am alone with Snotlout. What could possibly go wrong?