Berries, Boars, and a Boy (A How to Train Your Dragon Fanfiction) (Snotlout/OC)

"In many ways, Snotlout is very much Spitelout's son," said Freda.

Torben did not need his sight to hear that she wanted to say more. "One can hardly help but notice," he agreed.

"But," she added hesitantly. "In more subtle and quiet ways, he is much more my son."

"Freda," he said, turning his face to her voice. "Blind as I am, I could see that. Why else do you think I would encourage his visits here."

---He was loud, reckless, and far too confident for it to be entirely real — but when the meadow of boars had erupted into danger and chaos, he'd stayed.She was older, taller, and had an unnerving habit of seeing straight through him — but when he injured his leg, she'd stitched him up anyway.

An unlikely friendship took root in the wake of boars and tailor’s thread. But when Snotlout leaves for the Edge, distance will prove that a person is shown by what and who they choose to stand beside, not how loudly they stand. The cost? More than bravado and Jorgenson pride combined.

Just see if I don't make a Snotlout fan out of you by the end.