A/N: This chapter will include smut with Hiccup and Valka, just a heads up! Aside from that, I'm gonna start giving some of the other characters some much-needed attention, starting now. So sit back, relax, and enjoy!
(Germany— Viking settlement)
"I said I was sorry!"
Tuffnut, who had been happily tending to Chicken's baby chicks, had been interrupted by Gruffnut. Upon hearing of his con of a cousin's return, Tuffnut's mood soured, which was noticed by his woman, Thorhild, and his sister, Ruffnut. After all, he used to hold his cousin in high esteem, but after all the stunts that he pulled back on Dragon's Edge, Tuffnut had come to resent Gruffnut greatly, especially when he nearly got him, Ruffnut, and Snotlout killed off the shores of Dramillion Island while racing Johann and Krogan to find the King of Dragons. Despite Gruffnut being back in his life, Tuffnut was by no means not going to say that everything that he did was forgiven, if Gruffnut was truly sorry as he claimed, then he would prove it with action, not just words.
"And I said to you when you nearly got us killed off the shores of Dramillion Island, that we are no longer related and that you and I mean nothing to each other!" Tuffnut growled at his cousin.
"Please, cousin—"
"Save it, Gruffnut, I don't want to hear whatever weak excuse or fake apology that you've concocted, your word is nothing but a pile of yak dung, and therefore it can't be trusted," while placing Chicken's babies in a homemade hut that could house the chicks, Tuffnut made sure that they were settled in their small beds of straw before kissing each of their feathery heads and then turning to face his slimebag of a cousin. "You may be part of the Warborn Clan, but I wonder how long they'll suffer you before deciding to rid you of your conniving head."
Lowering his gaze for a moment, Gruffnut sighed. "I know I don't deserve your forgiveness, Tuffnut. I almost got you, Ruffnut, and your friend, Snotlout, killed. But I have changed after you left me on that island—"
"Ha! I doubt that."
Both men turned to see Ruffnut enter the Thorston hut, the still-pregnant Lady Ingerman glared heated daggers at Gruffnut. "You may have the Warborn Clan fooled, but not us, cousin," Ruffnut spat out like a rotten piece of fish. "Things have changed since we last saw each other, and so have our circumstances. And I swear to the Allfather himself, if you cause any trouble that will lead to the suffering of everyone in this settlement, I'll kill you myself."
"And I'll help," Tuffnut added. He then turned to his sister and gave her a curious tilt of his head. "Shouldn't you be in your hut, resting?"
"I should, but I wanted to spend a little time with Astrid and Heather, they said they were gonna be on night watch for a little bit."
Gesturing to his sister's swollen belly, Tuffnut gave her a worried look. "Don't get killed. I want to see my nephew and help raise them."
Smirking at her brother, Ruffnut reassured him. "This future Nut and I aren't going anywhere," as brother and sister came in for a hug, Gruffnut felt the pang of regret hit him like an arrow. His complete disregard for his cousins and his insatiable greed could've led to the deaths of them both. When Ruffnut and Tuffnut broke apart, she then looked around her brother's hut before giving him a curious look. "Where's Thorhild?"
"Out with Camicazi and other Bog Burglars on night watch," Tuffnut then reached for Chicken herself and her mate before chuckling softly. "Everybody's on edge tonight."
"Well, you are in Christian territory, so it's reasonable for your friends to be on watch." Both siblings looked at their cousin, and Gruffnut could see that they both gave him a look that said his presence wasn't welcome. "I'll... just go."
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