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How To Train Your Dragon

"Ugh! Why do you have to be so good at everything?! Ooh, I'm Hiccup, I can ride a dragon backwards and upside down with my eyes closed. I'm sick of you showing off!"

Snotloud had just been racing his dragon against the other teens. Of course Hiccup couldn't resist a chance to show off, so he and Toothless had done a ton of fancy tricks, leaving poor Snotlout lagging behind with Fishlegs, of all people.

Fishlegs, Tuffnut and Ruffnut took a step back. Astrid's eyes narrowed and took a step forward. A sting erupted from his left cheek and he instantly moved his hand up to his cheek. "At least he isn't a loudmouthed little brat like you!"

Snotlout stared furtively at Astrid, lowering his hand to his side. "Oh, so now his girlfriend is dishing out the compliments for him. I never thought that the son of Stoick the Vast would stoop this low."

He stormed off in a blind rage through the stalls in the market, nearly tripping over the barrel of fish. Just thinking of fish reminded him of Fishlegs, and he kicked the barrel over in one fell swoop before continuing on.

Snotlout kept walking straight ahead, not even noticing where he was going. The whole thing with Astrid kept playing over and over again in his mind. ...A loudmouthed brat like you... Loudmouthed brat... Loudmouthed brat...

He picked up the pace, trying to think of something else but his mind kept wandering back to what Astrid said. Snotlout growled. "'Loudmouthed brat,' huh? I'll show you who's a brat, Hiccup I-can-ride-better-than-you Higglesworth!"

He ran forward and instantly found himself on the ground. A door opened somewhere and a short old lady with long, stringy grey hair stepped out. "Eh? Is that you, Merida? Oh, a visitor... It's been so long since I've last had a visitor in this grotto."

Snotlout stood up with a start. Grotto? He looked back from where he had came and was met with a wide expanse of forest. As far as he knew, there wasn't anywhere on the island that looked like this. The old woman interrupted his train of thought, reaching out a gnarled old hand to touch his shoulder. "What do you need? The last one needed a specialty potion, but you..."

Snotlout pushed her hand away. "I don't need an old lady's help. I'm fine by myself."

The witch looked at him, a smile on her face. "Jealousy of another, I see... You wish to possess what qualities your rival Hiccup has, eh? I have one of those in here somewhere..."

She dove behind a table and reappeared behind the table on the other side of the room. "Here we are! Give part of it to Hiccup and use the other on yourself."

She shoved the bottle in Snotlout's hands. A scent that reminded Snotlout of charred meat wafted into his nose, and a reddish-brown liquid like meat glaze sloshed around inside.

The old woman spoke suddenly, making Snotlout jump. "You like? I'll give it to you in exchange for your Viking hat."

Snotlout brought a hand to his helmet, mulling over the trade. This lady was totally bonkers with all of her potion talk, but then again, he could be just like Hiccup. He pulled off his helmet and handed it to the woman. "It's all yours."

The strange old bat grinned gleefully and pushed Snotlout out the door face first. "Great! Now hurry out so Merida doesn't see you. She's coming back soon!"

He turned around to ask her how to get back, but saw only an empty clearing with no sign that there had ever been a house there. Snotlout looked at the vial in his hands, a plan already coming to mind.

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The next morning, Snotlout felt something wet, slimy, and smelly rub against his face. "Mom, I don't want to get up..."