Snotlout x DragoBludvistsDaughter!Reader
Pt.1
Pt.2 Pt.3 <- Pure nsfw
Synopsis: Reader is set free and learns to live amongst Berkians after her father’s death, what now?
An: this is lowkey just readers lore and backstory, there will be more parts more focused on Snotlout and readers relationship soon!
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Snotlout remembers it like yesterday, the day him and the other dragon riders flew to Drago Bludvists territory to inform the inhabitants they were free. The day he laid eyes on you.
It wasn’t unknown that Drago wasn’t a Chief, or a King, no, chief’s and king’s had mercy and understanding. Drago ruled with an iron fist that left no room for life. No one who lived under his rule was allowed to do anything except explicitly serve him and him alone. No one owned anything and no one had any authority besides the merciless court of his guards and enforcers.
Except you of course.
Hearing about the death of your father broken to you by Hiccup conflicted you. You cried very hard. Because you loved your father, but you knew his hunger for power would be the end of him. And it was.
He was never loving in the traditional ways a father was to his child. But you knew you were special to him due to being the exception for many things. He’d never hug you, kiss you, or even so much as smile at you. But you’d always have a new book on your desk at the end of the season, paired with rations of your favorite food and maybe, just maybe, a dessert. Now for anyone else this sounds like a bare minimum, but this was truly the most love your father could ever give, or rather, allow himself to give.
Being the exception to his rules didn’t mean you weren’t still a tool to him though. You had never left your kingdom, you’d never even left your estate. Your job was to learn medicine and be the storage bank for your father’s information. He taught you everything he knew, for the sole purpose of you being his scribe and doctor. He taught you how to tame dragons and what the differences between dragons behavior was. There was no fondness in his voice and there was no tone of love in his words. Which made it really hard to reminisce on the times you had with your father, especially when you eventually became better than him. That angered him to insanity.
﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌•.°
You stood in the large open field that was your father’s back yard. Mountains in the near distance creating a large makeshift private space.
You were standing next to your father and watched closely at his precise movements and loud yelling. To anyone else it would look like he was having an episode, but you’d come to understand it, almost like a foreign language.
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Before you both was large skrill, larger than any other skrill you’d ever seen before. You could see its skittish dilated eyes and the thin sparks of lightning around its body. It was stressed, intimidated, scared even. And that’s how your father controlled them, controlled everything. Fear
And it was your job to tame this skrill.
You stood there, with your large handmade staff meant to be waved around and your voice ready to scream the chants you’d been taught to memorize. This was your first time ever attempting to tame a dragon, so your father begrudgingly had chained it up.
“You’re still weak and feeble, yet your job is too important for you to get killed,” he said coldly.
“If you die, so does my legacy. But don’t mistake me child, you have one chance with the chains, after that you’re on your own.”
And so here you were, about fifteen feet from something that could kill you if it got free. Your father stood a good distance to the side with a guard at either side of him. You knew he wouldn’t help you in this, and you were somewhat glad for that.
The chains whined and creaked under the dragons constant yanking and thrashing. And they eventually gave in. The iron snapping followed by the creature charging at you.
You can distinctly remember your father yelling. A shrill cry, the most emotion you think he’d ever shown, because he was about to loose the most valuable thing to him in the entire world. His legacy. Not you.
But you lived, more than lived. You stood your ground, your eyes never leaving the figure that charged towards you. You didn’t scream or wave your staff, and you made no sudden movements. The skrill screeched to a halt and opened its mouth to let out an ear piercing cry, one that shook you to your core. Still, you didn’t move.
The skrill breathed heavily until it didn’t. It didn’t fly away, it didn’t try and eat you, and it didn’t attack you. Its eyes slowly dilated and its breathing evened.
You dropped your staff, the wood fall at your side as you slowly extended your hand to rest underneath its large chin. Its eyes softened, and then closed, and then its body collapsed.
It had been tranquilized be the nearby guards. And before you could process all of what just happened, you were grabbed harshly by your hair and talked at by your father, followed by promptly being locked in your room for a week with little to no rations.
After then, you and your father’s relationship strained. Before the incident you could sway his opinion to be more merciful on the land’s inhabitants, maybe crack a joke or two and get away with it. But not now.
Your father spiraled, maybe because the only person he was relatively close to was changing, becoming their own person as they grew. Something about the only person he trusted all of his information and data he’d spent his entire life collecting not believing in his every word anymore seemed to stress him out.
﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌•.°
So now here you stood, technically the queen on your father’s land. Land full of troubled people and hardships you were not prepared to handle, and you were enraged. The dragon riders saw it in your eyes, and they could only watch as you reacted.
Breaking your father’s weapons in two, throwing the books he’d made you write into the fireplace and torching his throne made of dragon pelts. You weren’t sad now, no, you were free.
﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌•.°
“Follow me.” Was all you said as you walked past the dragon riders as your father’s legacy went up in flames.
They saw your anger and rage, yet the still followed because they knew you were nothing like the man they killed.
You led them to a dark chamber that was the lower half of the massive castle your father had built. The walls lined with cages upon cages of dragons, all eerily silent. The hallways was big enough for the dragons of the dragon riders to walk through. With every cage the dragons passed they seemed to sink more into their owners presence. Toothless seeming the most affected out of the entire bunch.
“I-I’ve never seen dragons this well behaved before, they’re not thrashing or-or fighting-” you cut Fishlegs off. “They’re not well behaved, they’re abused, they’re conditioned that noise equals death.” You said coldly. This time the silence came from the dragon riders, even the twins didn’t open their mouths.
You all passed cages of whispering deaths, triple strikes, and boneknappers, all glancing at you curiously. You’d trained with them all, and they’d all seen how you differed from your father.
You neared a cage at the end of the corridor, a large cage, not one that was out of the ordinary. It almost looked empty, that was until small waves of electric current became visible. You heard a collective gasp from the group and you pulled the lever to the cage, opening the enclosure.
A rider, Snotlout, had grabbed you by the waist and maneuvered you behind him as all of the other riders drew their weapons and their dragons prepared their attacks. “Are you crazy woman!” Snotlout shouted.
Hook Fang growled deep, trying to seem intimidating, but nothing was more intimidating than a skrill. Especially this one.
“Don’t, they’re friendly!” At first, the riders were confused, why would a skrill be friendly, why were you telling them this? But you weren’t talking to them, you were talking to your dragon. You were talking to the skrill that was currently charging up blast.
You walked out from behind Snotlout and slowly approached the skrill, sticking out your hand with ease. The dragon complied, leaning further down to meet you, a calm but curious demeanor plastered across is face.
Two simple words, words that your dragon understood undoubtedly.
“He’s dead,” you muttered.
His eyes narrowed and his body relaxed. The first time you’d ever seen a dragon relax. He then let out a roar, a roar you’d never hear before, a celebratory one, almost melodic in a way.
One by one the dragons erupted in cries of happiness, relief, joy at the news of their masters death. Tails looped around the levers of their cages and they freed themselves, and if they couldn’t do it themselves, others did it for them. One after the other the dragons flew out of the corridor and off back into their wilderness that was your father’s island. The cages had little to no security because every single dragon in there knew that escape equaled death. At least, that’s how it was when your father was alive.
The only one left was the skrill. Your skrill, the one that wouldn’t leave no matter how hard you tried to make it understand that it wasn’t controlled anymore. But it understood. It had freedom, freedom to choose its master this time, and it chose you.
From then on, you informed your people, informed them that they were free, they had nothing to fear. Your father was dead, and they could do whatever they wanted with the land. The people were already tied so closely together because of the deplorable conditions, they knew how to take care of themselves because they had to. So once you gave them your father’s fortune and knowledge, you migrated to Berk with the other dragon riders.
You were strong, but not strong enough to rule your father’s estate, in your father’s castle, with your father’s staff after just hearing about his death. And you were paired with the most sympathetic group at the time, he’ll, hiccup had just experienced the same thing if not worse, because his father loved him, and everyone else had just lost their beloved chief, so they welcomed you with open arms.
So you lived in Berk, and for once, got be a human and experience friendship, family, and eventually, love.
You’d been unofficially adopted by Berks most famous blacksmith, Gobber. He taught you the basics of everything, how to cook good food, how to do basic laundry and how to mend simple damage to basic things. Like a real father.
Gothi was amazed at your knowledge of medical science at such a young age, her nights now often filled with reading book after book that you wrote, working closely with you to heal dragons a people alike to make Berk a better place.
Hiccup and Fishlegs were amazed at your extensive knowledge on dragons. Especially the more dangerous ones. You weren’t very knowledgeable on weaker dragons because your father refused to ‘waste time’ on studying them. Which at first your thought would be bad, but no. You knew things about dragons that the riders couldn’t even fathom about doing research on. I mean come one, when would they ever be able to get close enough to a whispering death to do research on them!
So your early days and nights in Berk were filled with writing more books in the forge with Fishlegs and Hiccup, but this time, on the things you wanted to write about. The nights seemed endless and full of surprises as you all shared facts and research on what you knew, it was one of your most fondest moments of arriving in Berk.
Speaking of fondness, you’d taken a special liking to the twins. You were rarely allowed a smile, maybe a joke if you were lucky when you lived with your father. But that’s all these two did. They did what they wanted, silly or not, and they had fun. So much fun. You often tagged along on their dumb adventures and goofy dares, and they held you on a pretty high pedestal because you were one of the only people to never make fun of them for being a bit silly.
And don’t get you started on Astrid. She was amazing, she was strong and confident and surprisingly was the one who wanted to show you around the village. She was ecstatic that another lady her age was in the village now, one who shared similar interests and could be taught things by you and teach you things you didn’t know.
And then there was Snotlout. He was an odd one, but arguably your favorite. He was a bit ridiculous. Always bragging about how strong he was and how good of a fighter he was even though you beat him in every spar you two had. At first he was intimidated. You were strong, very very strong. And confident. Confident in your knowledge, and your strength, your everything. Almost the opposite of Snotlout.
But you’d never seen a man besides your dad and maybe the occasional guard that had to check up on you when you were in confinement.
So you were somewhat in awe. You weren’t naive, you knew he didn’t wrestle a dragon with his bare hands, but just how he spoke about the ‘encounter’ was pretty captivating. You enjoyed listening to him, of course not without ample teasing.
Weeks went by, and you grew incredibly close to Snotlout, more than any of the other Berkians. So much so that you eventually moved in with him and his father. You’d been staying in the dragon riders meeting quarters since building a new house for you on such a whim would take much longer than just a couple of weeks. Sleeping on a cot by the shabby fireplace, which his father was NOT having.
Spitelout loved you so much. He respected you greatly, he knew you were smart and knowledgeable, and blah blah blah. He saw you beat Snotlout in a fight before and he felt the insatiable need to set you up with his son.
He even challenged you to a fight, and respectively lost horribly, but what else should he expect from the daughter of Drago Bludvist?
Things with you and Snotlout grew from there. Being alone with him made you fall even harder than you had fell before, because now you got to see the side of him he didn't even show his father. The sensitive side that allowed him to set aside his ego for a genuine conversation. It all clicked into place for you once you had a meaningful conversation with him for the first time, one that showed his true colors.
﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌•.°
"Do you ever miss your dad?" he asked. both of you sat at the edge of a cliff, watching the slow sunset while your dragons fooled around behind you.
The question had caught you off guard. You didn't think lowly of Snotlout but you didn't take him for the kind of guy to ask particularly profound questions such as this.
"I mean, sometimes. Think of it like missing a teacher rather than a father. He wasn't really much more to me than that." you say with the slight twinge of fondness behind your words.
"Yeah." he said blankly. "I don't know if this makes sense. But sometimes I miss my dad even though he's right there. It’s like I miss a man who's not even gone." his eyes looked a bit dull, not depressed, just deep in thought. "He treated me so differently when I was young but ever since I started having to grow up all I've been told to do is figure it out and be a man. He used to teach me stuff but now I have to learn it myself, its all just so confusing." He admitted with a sulk, bringing his knees to his chest.
"In the years that I spent with my father and the few weeks I've been in berk, there's one thing that I can tell you about men. The ones who feel less sufficient are always the ones that cling to being a man." you mutter softly. "This isn't a shot at your dad, but he looks around himself and sees everyones better at him than something, so he clings to the fact that he's a man, which makes him feel better about his surroundings." Snotlout looked at you with curious eyes, as if to hang onto your every word. “He’s a standup guy who respects his elders and pampers his women, but that doesn’t come without his desire to be wanted, to be needed for his strength and ‘manliness’” you say. Somewhat realizing how harsh your words sound.
"I think your father looks at his son and sees how talented you are and he doesn't know what to do with himself." "W-what?" Snotlout stutters out. "Your father sees a prolific dragon rider who saves Berk on the daily, he sees a strong and stubborn boy who is caring and loving, and he feels the need to bring you down because you're the only one he feels he has true control over." you ramble out as a bashful blush forms on Snotlouts face. You look over and mimic his pose, your knees touching your chest as your eyes meet. “Your person consists more of just being a man and it scares him, because that’s what he feels like that’s all he is. But even through all of that I know he still loves you. You're both just two people making it on your own in this big world, so of course there's going to be mistakes and hard feelings between you two. and that's okay." you finish. A silence filling the dark sky, the sunset being over with half an hour ago.
It wasn’t acknowledged when you both scooted closer to each other. Or when your head rested on his shoulder.
And that was okay.
﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌•.°
And you felt it. The community, the family, the love, the life of Berk.
This was your second chance at life, and you’d be damned if you didn’t take it.