NEVER BELONG

Chapter 22 (Only the strongest survive)

Hiccup POV

Unbelievable but what do you expect when it coming out of none other than Snotlout Grey Jorgensen. I had already seen it coming. How can someone be so full of themselves or was he born into the Viking way. I thought over the coast of a few years he would finally change but I was wrong again about him, about my ex-people. They have chosen him to be the heir but then again it is tradition to choose an heir from one of their blood relatives. Stupid traditions

We march out of the hall. My face red as my blood still boiled. No one and I say no one should bother me right now, the others knew, my people knew but only a few people get me out of my rage. This fight would be nothing but an ego boost to that dim-witted cousin of mine.

"Hiccup slow down and before you do it! Think first" Astrid try to reason with me. "Don't do anything you would regret"

"Astrid if I don't fight him, the Vikings would think I'm weak and might rebel I rule even more but if I put my stupid cousin down to his place, more would listen and it would be easy to handle this Viking infestation" I sigh and getting my cool back "it was a pity mistake to sign the treaty". Would I kick them back to sea and let them stand no chances against the enemy? My father, godfather, parents in law, relatives, and Berks people. I wouldn't, I for one don't have the mind of a maniac to put through it but the fight must go on

"If this a part of your plan to get there respect then I will have to go with it" Astrid gave in, and put out a small smile which I return

"There are Vikings, they kill for the fun of it and it is tradition to them to follow whoever bested their leader"

Meanwhile, snotlout has other ideas to somehow make his chances of winning a bit higher, cheating. Not many would cheat and those who have bring dishonor to their presenting clan and tribe but snotlout have taken and change to the lowest of low. Cheating has always helped him rise to the top, he did not inherit those habits from his dad who is surprisingly more respectful to tradition and a fair sportsman. He was aware that it was idiotic and reckless to challenge the Dragon Master but he was also not gonna make himself look week in front of his tribe and allies.

He has to formulate a good plan to win because he's soon to be opponent is unpredictable since he has not ever seen how he fight, it is wise for himself to always keep his guard up. If he is lucky, his opponent might be a bad swordsman or whatever weapon he is using. 

"You alright snot man?" One of his friends ask when he saw their leader lost in thought. Realizing he was not alone, turn to his friend in response

"I'm good just thinking of a plan to win which the answer is obvious, it's gonna be me" he smirks but he knows that he was nervous under the mask of his cocky smirk but his friend smirk anyway.

"Of course you are gonna win, Snotlout-sir. We are Viking!" Gustav, the mini-Snot exclaims and smiling widely. Nothing but an ego boost to his ear during this anxious moment he gonna need it and it sparks. An idea

"Boys I might have a plan to win and show that Berk is the dominant tribe" the where a bit confuse that there is a need for a plan but they listen to him anyways

The moon is high up in the sky, glowing light for the Vikings and dragon riders with the help of touches in the kill rings. It's finally time for the fight and many have come to witness the moment. Most nervous, mostly the Vikings cause this fight to determine the fate of them, and all rest on Snotlout egotist shoulder. The said man didn't look as anxious as the rest, confident and cockier than ever as he did some warmups and smirking with his crew of misfits. Many anti-cheers from the dragon riders much to him, he was too oblivious to notice.