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Snotlout x DragoBludvists’Daughter!Reader

SMUT SMUT SMUT MDNI!!

Pt.3

Pt.1<-Lore Pt.2

Warnings/tags: smut brother, so much smut. Little bit of aftercare. Drunk sex (both participants), pussy eating and fingering. Andddd I think that’s is ladies. ENJOY!!

An: holy FAH the grammar in this is bad. I’m not illiterate guys I swear I just wrote this at 3am and refuse to spell check anything T^T

Of course you’d ended up eventually fucking Snotlout. You were a young woman locked up in a castle all your life, what else did you expect?

You weren’t dumb, you knew what sex was, but experiencing it was a whole different thing.

The first time you ever fucked Snotlout was just a week or two after you’d arrived on Berk. The night you’d beat the shit out of his dad. Oh it was instantaneous the way you’d felt your pussy get wetter with every sip of your mead while you participated in a drink off with Snotlouts father. Snotlouts helmet had been drooping forward over your brows, and his hand wondered between your shoulder and your waist, squeezing you in delight with every round won against his dad. He’d watched as you’d slowly began to take your accessories off as the challenges went on, your shoes, your socks, the tunic you’d completely forgotten about, gods be damned it was amazing.

He remembered having to pull you off of his dad and cary you outside while his friends bullied him to no avail as they drug him over to Gothis place for the night.

Snotlout remembers it fondly, and you eventually did too once your horrible hangover cured. You were both shitfaced drunk, and Snotlout was carrying you bridal style as you mumbled into his ear nonstop about nothing in particular.

“You’re stayin’ at my house because I ain’t walking your drunk ass all the way to headquarters,” he stated as the trudged towards his house near the outskirts of Berk. “If you wanted to sleep with me that badly Lou all you had to do was ask.” You tease gently as you sway your head backwards to watch the world go by upside down.

Snotlout let out a small grunt, one he was able to play off as a struggle up the steep incline but it was really about the tent in his pants. Lou this Lou that, once your drunk ass heard his father call him that you couldn’t stop yourself from saying it either. And it got Snotlout going. Only the closest people called him Lou, and here you were saying his name like that so casually.

He remembers hauling you into his house quietly, trying not to wake his mother up as he crept into his room.

He gently sat you down on his straw mattress, the room much warmer than the air outside, your body relaxing in the heat. Snotlout stripped himself into nothing but his pants, tossing gear to the side as quietly as possible. He was tired. He was so drunk and so tired. But of course he still had to deal with you.

Snotlout gently removed your outerwear mindlessly as you sat on his bed, maneuvering your drunk, half limp body in all sorts of positions trying to get you comfortable and ready for bed. You were left in just your tiny undergarments and your tight pants. You don’t think he realized just how much his manhandling was affecting you. He was utterly clueless until he heard your tiny surprised moan once he jerked your calves up over his right shoulder and brought his strong hands down to grab and your waistband and tug your pants down.

He then froze, realizing the weight of the situation. He smirked, finishing pulling off your pants and quickly leaning over you intimately close as your faces almost touched.

“Doing something for you, am I?” He asked rhetorically as he kneaded the upper back part of your thigh. His hand slowly curving around the front of your body to the crease of your hip where he squeezed harshly, earning another low whine.

Without warning you sat up and ripped the rest of your clothes off, undergarments and everything, leaving you bare on his bed and his mouth hanging lightly with his eyes wide and glossed over. You swiftly crawled over to his figure resting near the headboard of his bed and climbed into his lap a bit timidly.

You’d never done this before, nothing even remotely close. The most you’ve ever done is touch yourself, and you know that’s not what real sex is like. And god forbid, you were desperate to find out what it was really like.

You crawled higher and higher until you were able to ease him to lean back against the headboard, your tits seemingly leaving him in a trance as you had your grab his chin to focus his gaze back in your face. “Do you wanna fuck me? Cause I wanna fuck you.” You said bluntly with a low voice. “I’d love to fuck you *Name* but you’re too drunk, it’d be wrong.” He said with barely controlled lust as his shaking hands tried to guide your hips away from his. Only he was met with pushback, your hips grinding against his, causing you both to moan out slightly. “Snotlout, I don’t think I’ve ever wanted something more in my life,” you say dramatically. “Sober or not it won’t be something I regret and this won’t be something I ended up not wanting to do,” you say confidently as you lean down, leaving trails of little bites and light hickeys on his neck.

“So either fuck me now or tie me up at the end of the bed cause I don’t know if I’ll be able to hold myself back,” you moan as you grind against him again.

He grunts out, using his grip on your hips to bring you down deeper and faster against his lap. “I’m gonna fuck the shit outta you and I’m so sorry,” he said before lunging at you to capture a kiss on your lips. Leaning over you as he began to touch you all over, groping your breasts and massaging your thighs as he made out with you sloppily. You became increasingly more hot and bothered as he trailed his harsh kisses further and further down. Trashing right before your cunt and pressing only a single chaste kiss to your bare lips before you shriek out and yank him back with a harsh grasp to the back of his hair. “Wha-What do you think you’re doing?!” You exclaimed. “What?! I thought we were gonna have sex I thought-” the gears slowly turned in his head, slowly but surely, he pieced together your reaction.

You’d been in a castle your whole life, no men, no boys period, which mean no experimenting, which meant no sex, other than learning about it in textbooks-

“Have you-are you a virgin?” He asks quietly, his eyes wide as he looks back into your not bashful eyes. “Listen-, I-I can explain, I wasn’t allowed to be around boys so I don’t really know how any of this works besides the basics-” you suddenly feel your legs forced open by Snotlouts strong hands and feel his young run a thick, sloppy, wet stripe up your cunt. It felt so weird yet so good. So so good.

You moaned out shakily. “Hey! That’s gross, don’t put your mouth down there!” You try and push him off but he doesn’t even budge a centimeter. “Oh fuck that’s so hot,” he slurs out between small licks and quick maneuvers of his rough tongue on your clit. “L-Lou, what are you-” and suddenly you’re moaning. Uncontrollably. He hadn’t even been at you for a minute, and you could feel this soft white heat that almost made you feel like your nerve endings were cold, like you were getting electrocuted. And you were cumming, hard, really really hard. You whined, the squealed as he didn’t let up. Your legs tightened around his head as he gripped your thighs like a lifeline.

You eventually let up and he emerged, wiping his mouth the back of his forearm and crawling up to meet your face again. “Not so defiant about it now, are you?” He asked teasingly as he leaned down to bite you shoulder harshly.

You were frozen, vibrating with want and satisfaction at the same time. You’d never felt any of these emotions before this harshly, much less ever been able to satisfy them on your own. Once he was done attacking your neck, he manhandled your legs to rest on his shoulders while using his other hand to unbutton his pants.

You broke the series of quiet moans and needy pants with a question. “Are you a virgin?” you blurt out mindlessly. Snotlout paused and stopped what he was doing, letting out a barely noticeable sigh as he looked you in the eye.

“Unfortunately not, they weren’t that great of an experience so I try not to think about it,” he said as he went back to stripping himself of his pants. “Oh I’m sorry,” you said apologetically, almost cringing at the fact that you’d felt like you’d ruined the mood.

He laughs, a dismissive one that states everything was okay. “Don’t apologize, now I get to make your first time the best sex you’ll ever have,” he says cockily as you feel his thick fingers slip between your cunt and enter your sex. At first you were just eager to experience sex, to get something other than just the pleasure of your fingers. So you thought you’d be upset at him using his fingers. But no, gods no, his were longer, thicker, and could reach all your right angles, all the angles you couldn’t get by yourself. It was like heaven.

“L-Lou!” You squeal out only to find your mouth swiftly covered by his other hand as he continued to finger your pussy at a ruthless pace. “Don’t wake up my parents before you even get to feel what my dicks like, that wouldn’t be fun, would it?” He said almost condescendingly as he slowly began to take his hand away from your mouth.

If it was one thing you’d noticed, when Snotlout was drunk, he was a lot more cocky. You didn’t even think that was possible, Snotlout, more cocky? Please. But it really was true, and it was so hot, because now he could back it up majority of the time. The mead made him follow through with his crazy stunts and his usual empty brags. You’d just figured that you’d have to fuck him when he’s not drunk, see what it’s really like to have sex with him when you’re both sober. Maybe he’s submissive-

You were abruptly cut off by something was larger than his fingers entering your cunt. Oh fuck, he was actually fucking you now. You hadn’t even realized he’d taken his fingers out you were so focused on how attractive he was when he was drunk.

“You’re over here daydreaming on me and you don’t even know I’m about to fuck you for real.” He said in a sultry tone as he pushed the tip of his thick cock while massaging the area where your torso met your thighs. “Sorry, sorry.” You said frantically as your tried to focus on him. He leaned over you, pressing your legs that were over his shoulders closer and closer to your chest as he met you for a deep, sloppy, needy kiss.

“Don’t apologize too much I’ll cum too quickly,” he said as if it were such a casual thought. Gods that mead was doing wonders for both you and him.

You then felt him begin to slowly piston his hips, at first he was gentle, laughing at your muffled moans as you tried to stay quiet. He quickly joined you, tiny noises escaping his mouth as his speed began to gradually increase. You felt him do everything without you needing to ask. He hit all the right spots and slowed and picked up the pace right when he needed to.

Now you really needed to fuck him sober because the Snotlout you know can NOT be this much of a womanizer to know what the hell hes doing.

“Lou, Lou please.” You whine for no particular reason. You didn’t even want anything from him, you weren’t even asking him to do anything, you just needed to whine his name.

Meanwhile Snotlout was loosing his fucking mind. He was going insane. He was watching your tits move and feeling your ass ripple with every harsh thrust. And gods your pussy was tight, so tight that he knows his cock felt good for you, which made him all the more confident. He wasn’t some sex god, that’s for sure, but he sure as hell remembers how awkward and unpleasant his first few times were with random hookups that he was so determined to give you the best first time ever.

“What? Dick too good for ya?” He says cockily as his pace slightly quickens. Watching your hands fist his sheets and feeling your legs clench around his upper back. “I’m cumming!” Was all you were able to get out before your brain was clouded with thoughts of nothingness. Nothing but a pleasure you’d never experienced before.

Oh boy and Snotlout felt it, if it was even possible, your pussy had gotten even tighter, and he watched as you struggled to keep your eyes open and not grab at his sheets. “I’m close too *Name*, just hang on a few more seconds.” He said as he continued to fuck you through your orgasm.

Your body felt like you’d ran a marathon and lifted a thousand pounds, you were spent. And you felt the stuttering pace of Snotlout and you knew he was close. You moaned at the loss of him as he quickly pulled out, cumming on your lower stomach. You both tried to catch your breath and just sat there in a comfortable silence.

Snotlout was the one to speak first. “So, enjoy yourself?” He asked as he retired to casually sucking and biting at your neck like he had before. Like he hadn’t just fucked your brains out. “Yeah, yeah definitely.” You say as you softly pant.

Without warning, Snotlout stood up and took you with him, earning a surprised gasp from you as he laughed at you. “I’m just taking you to the bathroom, we don’t need to go to bed all gross.” He said as he sat you down on the large wooden counter as he pumped some water from a steel spigot.

He’d spent only a few minutes cleaning you both up because he was exhausted, and frankly so were you. Once you both were clean he’d carried you back to his bed, laying you down gently before climbing in after you. He didn’t even bother to put either of your clothes back on you, you were both too tired to care.

“I’m gonna have to fuck you when we’re both sober because there’s no way you’re like this every time you have sex.” You blurt out the thought you’d been thinking of since he first started acting more confident than usual. You watched as the blush on his cheeks from the booze turned redder from embarrassment.

“You’ll just have to fuck me again and find out,” he said with a shrug as he snubbed out the oil lamp that had been burning ever since the foreplay. You felt his hands maneuver you however he pleased and get comfortable to go to bed, both of you not staying awake much longer.

Your first time was amazing, you had to admit. You wouldn’t have wanted it to go any other way. But damn it you really had to find out how he fucks sober.

[riga-rigas]

Snotlout x DragoBludvists’Daughter!Reader

Pt.2

Pt.1 <- lore Pt.3 <- pure NSFW

You’d landed on this small uninhabited island with the other dragon riders. It was only day three of traveling and you could already feel the sharp air creeping in on you. Where you lived with your father was relatively warmer, and from what you’d heard Fishlegs rambling on about Berk was a rather harshly cold place. Not entirely though, just right of course.

Your hair was still damp due to bathing in the large hot spring you all wondered upon. And it was the best thing you’d ever experienced. Obviously you had baths in your father’s castle but you weren’t allotted much time for personal pampering. It was always work.

Ruffnut sat behind you, leaning against her dragon as she braided your hair intricately, adding little beads here and there. She was talking your ear off while you cut up special little herbs and vegetables that only grew in your part of the archipelago. A fire boiling a large pot brimming with salivating vegetable stock and cooked meat.

Everyone was eyeing it with curious gazes and rumbling stomachs. They’d all been eating their rations of dense bread and uncut vegetables they’d packed for the long journey, so a hot meal was something they didn’t know they needed until it was taunting their noses.

“So uhm. *Name*, what a-what flavors do you usually get out of the spices from your island?” Fishlegs said abruptly, breaking everyone’s empty conversations and putting the focus on you. “I mean of course Berk has simple spices like thyme and wood avens root but I mean what do you get out of these spices that you can’t get from the basics?” He asked curiously.

You we’re ready to answer, being a very well versed botanist and herbalist due to having to cook and make medicine for your father (he truly believed anyone else would poison him or try and kill him). But you were interrupted by the sudden figure blocking your vision, or father figures. Tuffnut and Belch were leaning over you and Ruffnut to look at you upside down. “What he means to say is, when will the food be ready.” He quipped before Belch maneuvered them upright again and back to their original position.

“What-No! That’s not what I was saying at all!?” Fishlegs tried desperately to defend himself but was betrayed by the growl of his stomach.

You laughed, a real laugh, and stood up after feeling Ruffnut tie of the end of the braid she’s been working on. “Well technically the soup can be done now,” you say as you scrape the chopped herbs and vegetables in the cauldron. “But the flavor of the add-ins just might not be as prominent-” you weren’t allowed to finish as the fire pit was instantly crowded by the hungry group.

You just stepped back and watched everyone get their share, smiling when even Astrid seemed to abandon her timid demeanor and eat to her heart’s content. You walked over and leaned against your own dragon, sliding down slowly agains him before plopping on the ground. It felt so nice. It was as if you felt finally able to release all the love you’d pushed deep down when you were locked away in that damed castle.

You were snapped out of your heart eyed trance trained on your new group of friends by a heavy thud right next to you. Snotlout. You’d felt his gaze on you since he entered your father’s castle. He really was quite handsome, but his ego dulled his attractiveness just a little. But his blind kindness made up for that.

He’d gotten you a bowl of soup and gently placed in your lap, situating himself and his own bowl before breaking the silence. “Just an fyi, I love a woman who cooks,” he said with a smirk that you knew in your mind he thought made him look irresistible. Which made you burst out laughing. Open mouth cackling as you friend not to spill your food on you. “Oh wow you’re funny,” you say with an exhale as you wipe a tear from your eye. “Heh, yeah, I get that a lot,” he said with confidence, not even acknowledging your laughing fit directed at him.

You both sat like that for about an hour, everyone settling in and just relaxing. Something you’d all not have been able to do since you left your homeland. You’d actually had some pretty nice conversations with Snotlout, and you’d learned he’d thought pretty highly of himself. But that’s okay, he was able to back it up about 25% of the time, which was good enough.

You’d stood up with a groan, walking around the campsite and picking up everyone’s dishes and going to rinse them off in the hot spring so you can put them back in your large traveling trunk. And of course Snotlout insisted on helping(following) you. Trying to continue your previous conversation.

“So you said something about fighting right? You must be highly trained, right? I mean come on, we all know who your dad was, what all do you know how to do?” He asked you as you were drying off a clean bowl with the edge of your clothes. “It would probably be easier if I showed you,” you said mindlessly. Implying that you could teach him what you’d learned.

But oh boy that’s not how he took it.

You had stood up, patting yourself off after kneeling on the ground. “Pfff, that a challenge lady?” He said with a smile as he raised his brow. You really had meant to correct yourself, tell him that’s not what you meant and offer an apology. But all it took was a glance to see that that’s what he wanted, that’s what he expected, so why not give it to him.

Snotlout doesn’t remember much, just a blur of sky and ground and the unpleasant feeling of water up his nose. Hot water. You’d thrown him into the spring once he’d thrown and good punch or two your way. And in any other circumstance, he’d be utterly embarrassed, angry and upset at the humiliating sound of his friend’s laughter at him. But no, all he could focus on was you, you and your strength. It was as if your figure was surrounded with a pink hue and floating hearts. He was in sooooo much trouble now.

•.° •.° •.° •.°•

The next morning everyone took off at dawn when the sun had just barely began to peek over the horizon. If you all moved efficiently, you’d be in Berk by early sunset. And you were.

And Berk was even better than you could’ve hoped for. Dragons galore, ones you’d never even seen before. Tiny little cute ones and round fat ones that served no other purpose than just being house pets or little assistants. You saw foreign merchants selling exotic clothing and jewelry on their traveling caravan dragons and little shops for anything you could possibly need. The stone path worn by heavy foot traffic of people who were free to do as they pleased when they pleased. It was so foreign, yet so beautiful.

You were introduced to Gobber, the one who’d end up teaching you how to do the basic things for yourself rather than for others. You were never taught to mend leather, your father had subordinates for that, but now you could choose to learn how to mend leather, and make swords, and clothing, and jewelry. It was all so much fun.

“Well, you’re a beautiful lass ain’t ya?!” You heard Gobber shout as you had approached him with Hiccup. “Why thank you,” you said sweetly as you looked down at the shorter man. “When Hiccup told me he was going to visit Dragos’ daughter I’d called him a fool, but seems to me it was all worth it!” He said with gleaming fervor as you two began to talk as if you were old friends meeting up again.

Then there was Gothi. You’d met her a few days after being in Berk, and it only took so long because Hiccup and Fishlegs had an ‘a-hah!’ Moment in the dragon riders quarters once you began to spew out medical information like it was a typical hymn.

Her cottage was quaint and tiny and full of even tinier dragons. Hiccup and Fishlegs did you the honor of carrying your books to her house for you. They’d both been bragging and chatting about how excited she’d be to learn about all the things you’d written about and all the foreign plants you’d done medicinal research on. Oh boy and she definitely was.

At first she was confused, why were the dragon riders and this strange women dropping book after book into her house? “Hey Gothi! This is our new dragon rider!” Exclaimed Hiccup as he set down the stack of heavy books on the floor. “Hi there! I heard you’re the villages doctor and herbalist! I wanted to get to know you more and introduce you to all my research!” You said happily. Ogling at her abundant spice racks and her twine lined ceiling that held bundles or rare exotic herbs. She looked at you skeptically before glancing at the pile of books. She began to read the books titles, and gradually began to flip through a couple pages, and it wasn’t long before she had thanked you profusely before ushering you all out so she could read in peace.

•.° •.° •.° •.°•

And last but certainly not least. You’d met Spitelout. It was in the Mead hall. It was your first real time you’d been in there since you’d arrived on Berk. You’d just gotten somewhat settled in at your makeshift room at the headquarters with the help of Snotlout, so you treated yourself to an outing.

You don’t know how you spotted him, but you did. Snotlout, among the loud crowd and bustling tables, was sitting next to an older man that he was the spitting image of, except he’d looked a bit bummed out, bored even.

So you took it upon yourself to go sit with them. You’d squirmed your way between Snotlout and the guy sitting close to him, your shoulders shoved together as you watched Snotlouts face contort in all different kinds of emotions. Happiness first, then blush, most likely due to the close proximity, then, once it all set in, anxiety.

The table vibrated as an empty stein of beer slammed against the table, Spitelouts. He was drunk out of his mind, his cheeks rosy and his speech slurred. “My, look what my sons dragged in,” he said cheerfully as he waved his empty mug around and announced to all of his drinking buddies. “Quite the beautiful doll you are, pretty ladies can’t help but be attracted to my bloodline, that’s a fact,” he said as he and his friends erupted in laughter as Snotlout seemed to shy away from everything, he couldn’t even seem to look you in the eyes.

“Don’t you think that’s a bit brash to say to a lady you’ve just met? You haven’t even bought me a pour yet!” You say in a teasing way, trying to get a joke off but it didn’t really stick…Tough crowd…

Spitelout broke the silence with a hearty laugh, followed by his friend’s laughter. Apparently the joke did land. “Bartender, fetch the lass a mead on my tab won’t you!” And that’s how you ended up in a vicious drinking battle with one of your best friends’ father.

Somewhere along the way you’d somehow gotten Snotlouts helmet placed on your head, and your shoes had disappeared as well. You’d never even drank before, why were you even doing this? It was somewhat fair because Spitelout was already shitfaced when you’d had your first drink, but now? Oh boy everyone was out of it. You had just slammed down your sixth stein of beer, the one you’d managed to finish before Spitelout. Snotlouts arm was around you as he laughed uncontrollably and kissed your cheek in a drunken celebration. You wiped the bitter foam from your mouth as you obnoxiously pointed your finger in Spitelouts face and began to egg him on.

“You’re really gonna let a young lass beat you in a drink off?” You said lightheartedly, or so you thought. Maybe it was just the Jorgensen boys, or maybe you just had a bad way with words, but they always seemed to take your jokes a little bit too seriously.

“Like hell I would! I’d never let a woman beat me!” Spitelout said almost angrily, making the hand gesture for another round of mead. People continued laughing and held up conversations around you, but you were locked in a staring contest with Spitelout. “What’s so wrong with getting beat by a woman?” You ask a bit skeptically. “Are you serious, that’s embarrassing!” He yelled out “don’t get on your high horse woman because you’re out drinking a shitfaced Viking, a weak lady like you could never beat me, not even in a drinking contest!” He exclaimed. And it was as if everyone around you had felt the atmosphere change.the air charged with something unreadable. It was quiet.

Maybe it was the mead talking. Thinking back, it was absolutely the mead talking. You were over come by a sense of urgency, urgency to shut this man up. So without warning you lunged across the table, landing a blow on Spitelouts face, a good one, a really good one, followed by a few more.

The next morning was a blur, and so was the rest of the fight. You just remember waking up in the same bed as Snotlout. His arms clung to you as if you’d float away and his face was buried in your bare chest. Your hair messy and your knuckles aching. You and Snotlout woke up around the same time, only to both be startled by the figure of his father standing in his doorway with a brace made from a special technique you’d recognized from your books you’d lent to Gothi. You yanked the sheets up, covering your naked body. Spitelout looked like shit. He had a large black eye and a big cut on the bottom left corner of his jaw.

You’d hissed and expected the worst as you watched him approach you in Snotlouts bed swiftly. But before you or Snotlout could even get a plea out, you were enveloped in…a hug?

“Welcome to the family!” Spitelout shouted with a hoarse voice filled with something that could only be interpreted as love.

“Man the Jorgensen’s have always loved em feisty but you’re something else lass!” Spitelout shouted as Snotlout buried his face in his hands to hide his embarrassment. “Oh boy when you meet my wife you’ll know what I’m talking about, that being said when do ya think you’d want to move your stuff in?” Spitelout said abruptly.

“Wha-What?” You said confusingly. “Well no daughter of mine is sleeping a building away from dragon stables, that’s no living space fit for a Jorgensen!” He said happily as he patted your shoulder encouragingly.

“Wait dad-no, that not what-” Snotlout tried to interject but it was pointless. His dad had already made up his mind. “Oh no no don’t worry about moving your belongings in I’ve already hired a crew!” Spitelout said without much thought.

You and Snotlout were a bit speechless. The silence filled the room, not awkward, just, confused?

“Did…Did we sleep with each other?” Snotlout says, and you can almost feel the heat radiating from his red face. “Well I don’t think we got drunk and stripped just to cuddle.” You say without thought. Letting the sheets drop as you yawn out, not really giving anything much thought. Only to be interrupted by the harsh clash of Snotlouts lips on yours, again apparently. Needless to say it was a loooong morning.

All in one night, you’d beaten Snotlouts father up, slept with Snotlout, been accepted into the Jorgensen family, and you were now scheduled to move in with Snotlout most likely by the end of the day? What had you gotten yourself into?

•.° •.° •.° •.°•

Not a lot actually. Well, in retrospect, not a lot. You’d do your work as a dragon trainer and fly home with Snotlout, only to go and help his wonderful mother cook dinner for everyone. And Spitelout was right, you and his wife were so much alike, in the sense where you were both as brave and beautiful as they came.

Life only seemed to get better from there. You go to experience what it was like to be a girlfriend, a wife, a child to parents who adored you, and friends of people who loved you.

It makes you tear up every time you talk about how much you appreciate it all to Snotlout, his friends and his help and his support, all while he cradles you in your shared bed in the dim candle light.

You’d lost your father, but you’d gained your life.