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“Gods damnit ,” Snotlout muttered under his breath.
He’d forgotten the stupid keys to his stupid hut. Again.
Hiccup was always telling him that- ‘He needed to keep track of things better’ or ‘he needed to be more organised’ or-
Hiccup
That’s who he gave his stupid keys to.
Snotlout groaned, stepping outside his hut, briefly glancing up at the sky just to see the cold, dark, dead of night staring right back at him.
Great
Snotlout slammed the door to his hut shut, pissed that he had to trek all the way across dragons edge, to the other side, to go get keys off Hiccup.
As Snotlout walked across the edge, crossing through the clubhouse, he just felt… off . He couldn’t quite place why- but- he felt off.
That off feeling only increased the closer he got to his cousin’s hut
He paused a few metres away from the entrance of the building. He stared at it, all the intricate little carvings and all the unique dents it had sustained over the months they’d been here. He wasn’t usually one to notice detail.
Definitely Hiccup’s hut
He knocked on the door, his initial hesitance fading away as he saw dim light emanating from the door.
…… cccrrreeeeeeeaaaaakk….
“Snahlout?”
Hiccup’s voice wavered. His speech slurred.
He blinked at him, disorientated .
“Woah-,” Snotlout had to do a double take
“The fuck happened to you?” He asked in a genuinely concerned manner.
“Huh…?”
Hiccup was beyond confused. His body had moved to the door and done something. He had opened the door to someone , but it’s hard to grasp a situation when half of your bloodstream might as well be pure alcohol.
“Dude- you look fucked - are- are you alright??”
Snotlout stepped towards Hiccup, subconsciously moving his hands up to make sure he didn’t fall .
(Hiccup blinked at him again. His mind finally somewhat catching up with what was going on)
“Oh… yea- m’ fine,”
…
“… Sure…”
He looked his scarily thin cousin up and down, mentally noting how scruffy and- and- and just- tired he looked
“Uhm- anyway- I uh- I came here to-…. Odin- Are those all bottles of mead?”
He didn’t mean to intrude- or- or look into Hiccup’s hut without asking- he knew Hiccup liked his privacy- but- but behind Hiccup- scattered across the floor was just shit tones of bottles
Okay
That got Hiccup’s attention
“W-what? What- n-no- don’t- don’t- uh- it’s- they’re nothing-“
Hiccup awkwardly and quite messily tried to position himself in the doorway in such a way that prevented Snotlout from being able to see into his hut… to no success of course.
“What do you uh- wha do you need?”
His breathing quickened, mentally bashing himself for letting him see that -
“Right- Stop . You’re drunk.”
“I’m not-“
“You are,”
“Really I’m not-“
“Yes you are. You’re drunk.”
…
Fuck
“L-look Snotlout I-“
“Just- just stop. Hiccup- go- go inside.”
“I-I’m sorry-“
“Just- for the love of Thor- go inside.”
Hiccup reluctantly did so. He felt shit. He felt so shit it was untrue, and now Snotlout had to deal with him-
‘Fucking- friend of the year award’ he thought to himself, he would actually rather rot than have other people deal with him and his dumb problems.
They both went into Hiccup’s hut, and Snotlout couldn’t help but notice how messy the place was.
Empty bottles of mead were all over the floor. Broken bits of green tinted glass were scattered across his once project engulfed desk- he was too far away to tell- but it looked like there was possibly some dried blood on some of the particularly sharp pieces… blood and tears presumably.
“Sorry it’s- it’s a mess-“
“Yeah no kidding…. What- what did you do?”
Hiccup: “I-…. Just-…. I’m clumsy.”
Snotlout almost scoffs at that such obvious lie
“Yeah- I know that- but there’s clumsy and there’s self destructive -“
“What? I’m not-… what ?”
His drunk mind had pretty much purged his system of alcohol the moment he realised just how fucked he was in this situation. Even if he tried to lie- what would he say? He was just- blank
Snotlout’s mind was equally as blank.
What the fuck was Hiccup doing to himself?
“Look- man- I don’t know what you’re going through- but-…. This ” He gestures to the general surroundings of the hut’s interior “ Is so unhealthy. On a physical and mental level- Like- fuck- I knew you were struggling- but… c’mon…”
“Y-yeah I know- I’ll- I’ll fix it.”
“No- no you won’t. And you know you won’t. Because you’ve done this before. I mean- granted- it was never this bad- but- you’ve done this before- and you don’t fucking fix it- you- you let the problem sit. You let it fester. You push yourself so damn hard and- and you don’t cope with anything properly- you-“
“Just- just stop- please- just- just stop- I- I’m fine. I just- it’s just a rough patch. I’m fine. I’m okay.”
Snotlout just looked at him. Honestly just in pure disbelief. Well, not pure, a mix of worry and absolute dread were in there somewhere.
“You sound more like you’re trying to convince yourself.”
“I-…”
Gods… he was trying to convince himself wasn’t he?
He didn’t say anything. He didn’t need to. Just by the tears welling in his eyes and the way his small frame started to shake- he could tell. He could tell he needed a hug.
And that’s what he gave him.
“It‘ll be okay- you-… just… please… tell me when you’re… y’know- struggling?”
Hiccup couldn’t bring himself to say anything. He just nodded. A weak, barely noticeable nod.
The two held each other there. For however long he needed.