They call me the Commander

101 Moons

The punch knocked him to the ground and he rubbed his jaw.

"WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!?" He cried at Snotlout, who was standing triumphantly above him.

Astrid opened her door to see Hiccup do the same thing, only to be punched in the face by his dim-witted cousin.

"WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!?" He yelled.

"Now we're even." Snotlout puffed out his chest.

Hiccup stood up. "EVEN?! DO YOU THINK WE'RE EVEN?! WE ARE NOWHERE RELATIVELY CLOSE TO EVEN YOU STUPID DIM-WITTED MUTTONHEAD!" He roared, stepping closer to Snotlout. Every time Hiccup stepped closer, his cousin stepped back, genuine fear in his eyes. His fist hit snotlout's paper jaw.

"Mum, Dad... Hiccup hiiit meeeee" Snotlout slurred before passing out. Hiccup kicked the side of his head when he crumpled to the ground. Then he smiled.

Hiccup walked to the main chamber, ignoring the slightly frightened, very surprised looks that he was getting from the rest of the gang.

Fishlegs leaned over to Astrid. "Remind me to not get on his bad side..."

Ruff slapped Snotlout in an attempt to wake him up. "I'm surprised Inga didn't wake up from all that yelling."

Astrid separated from the others who were trying various ways to wake up the knocked out Snotlout. (Who soon would realize that he now had a broken jaw and 5 lost teeth.)

She peered around the doorframe into the main room. Hiccup was shaking and using the wall to steady himself.

"Hiccup? Are you... okay?" As soon as she said it she noticed how stupid the question was. Of course he wasn't okay.

"Hm? Yeah.. I'm-" He coughed. "Fine."

"Obviously you're not really looking good, are you sure that you-"

"I'm fine! Will you stop godamn asking!" He snapped.

He raked his hand through his auburn hair. "Sorry... I didn't mean to yell, I just... I don't know."

"No, that's fine. You just seem, off."

"I'm good, just... tired."

Snotlout, who had just woken up, barged past Astrid and shoved Hiccup in the chest. Hiccup Stumbled back but kept his footing.

"Fight me." Snotlout growled.

"What?"

"Fight me."

"Snotlout, I'm not going to fight y-"

"I said, fight me."

"Snot, I don't want to-"

"Oh! Look at that! The Dragon's heir is a coward!"

"I never said that!"

"Fight me then."

"Fine, shut the heck up and I'll fight you." Hiccup sighed.

Snotlout took a swing at Hiccup and Hiccup dodged it.

"Not here you muttonhead!"

At the arena, Hiccup and Snotlout stood directly opposite each other.

"Alright then! Standard sparring rules, No killing, weapons if preferred, no harming the audience. First to pass out or surrender is the loser." Astrid called to the two boys.

Snotlout had a heavy stone hammer in his right hand and Hiccup had a double headed battle axe.

The auburn haired dragon rider tilted his wrist, getting the weight and proportion of the axe.

"Go!"

Snotlout lunged at Hiccup, yelling a battle cry.

"Standard Berkian, all brawn, no brains." Hiccup whispered to himself. He sidestepped, landing Snotlout in a crumpled heap on the ground. The young once Berkian heir jumped to his feet once again, raced at Hiccup, left fist swinging, and hammer in the air. Hiccup swung his leg against Snotlout's heels, knocking him on his back.

Hiccup's metal leg landed with a thump on Snotlout's chest.

Snotlout's next move was quite unexpected. He did a sort of side/forward roll, swinging out of Hiccup's grasp.

"I see why your father thought you couldn't fight." Snotlout sneered.

Hiccup growled. He liked dragging on his fights for as long as he could, but Snotlout, was Snotlout.

Hiccup kicked his flesh foot into Snot's chest, knocking the air out of him.

Snotlout lost consciousness for the second time that day.

"Aaaaand... the H dude wins!" Tuff shouted.

"H dude?" Astrid asked.

Hiccup spluttered and stumbled to the nearest wall, leaning his weight on it. Gasping coughs wracked his body and he held his middle. He couldn't hold himself up any longer and he dropped to his knees. Blood dribbled out of the side of his lips, red and shining.

"Oh my gods Hiccup!" Astrid cried.

"Fishlegs?" Hiccup breathed. "What's the date?"

"Hiccup? Why on earth are you wondering about what day it is in this situation!?" Fishlegs said neurotically.

"Just tell me the date."

"We are 101 moons into the year."

Hiccup groaned. "Well, isn't this great!?" His words dripped with sarcasm.

101 moons...