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Early Snoggletog Present | Fishlout

Snotlout might not be the best at gift giving, but he's really good at sewing.

Note(s): This is based off a headcanon I have that Snotlout gave Fishlegs the plush he carried around at the end of the third movie.

I wrote this while listening to the Escape Room soundtracks.

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No matter what Fishlegs tried, he couldn't stop thinking about Meatlug and her baby Fishmeat. He knew the dragons had left less than two months ago, but it felt like it had been an eternity since the last time he'd seen the two Gronckles, and even longer since he'd been able to make sure they were both safe and sound in the comfort of his own home. He knew it was normal to feel a sense of emptiness for the two, but he couldn't help but think it hurt a little too much, that it was unnatural for him to have to bite back tears anytime he thought about his beloved Meatlug and everything they'd accomplished together. He'd never felt so alone.

There was one thing that helped though, and it was Snotlout. There were definitely times when his behavior was insufferable, but he'd found himself thinking that less and less. He'd began to enjoy Snotlout and his muttonheadedness, his odd charm when he told stories that were obviously exaggerated to make him look like the hero. There was something about him that made the pain easier, even if it was just for a few minutes.

The only downside was he always managed to show up at the exact moment he'd began to cry, he could never tell if it was coincidence or just a gut feeling Snotlout had, but he was always punctual.

As soon as the dragons left, Fishlegs had been hoping for them to return, like them leaving was just a nightmare he'd yet to wake up from. He wanted to feel the warmth of his princess every time he'd touched her saddle, the one that he displayed proudly in his tent even if it did nothing but take up space he already didn't have. He just wanted to see her one last time.

He knew the Hidden World was perfect for the dragons, however he couldn't help but worry that something went terribly wrong. He wanted his dragons safe and in his arms.

"Fishlegs? You in there?" There was a strange amount of giddiness in Snotlout's voice.

"Yeah... C-Come on in." Fishlegs' voice cracked, too lost in his thoughts to realize he was on the verge of tears.

Fishlegs smiled at himself when he finally realized that once again, Snotlout was right on queue. He'd never understand how he did it, but he couldn't help but appreciate Snotlout's presence. He had to admit though, it was strange having Snotlout call him by his actual name instead of the childish one he'd been given back on Dragons Edge, but he wouldn't mention he'd grown to enjoy it.

Snotlout made is way into the tent, holding his arms behind his back, maneuvering around in a way that made it clear he was hiding something. There was a strangely lovable nervous smile on Snotlout's face, showing that whatever he was hiding was incredibly important. Snotlout hopped onto Fishlegs' bed and sat next to him, keeping his back to the wall to not ruin the surprise.

That was usually how it started, Snotlout staying quiet until sitting on the bed with him, making casual conversation that went nowhere with a light blush on his face. Fishlegs found Snotlout's excuses to talk to him cute, and he hoped the one rambling to him wasn't observant enough to notice.

"Sooo..." Snotlout began, lightly chuckling before continuing. "Snoggletog's in a few months... Figured I'd get you something."

"Doesn't it seem a little too early? It hasn't even snowed yet-"

"Shut up, Fishface." Snotlout rolled his eyes. "Do you want it or not?"

"Well you have to give it to me first."

"Oh, right." Snotlout chuckled nervously. "Hold out your hands."

Snotlout placed a plush of a stuffed Gronckle into Fishlegs' large hands, his eyes immediately widening. The plush was near life size, capturing the essence of the species perfectly. The large eyes were bright, the overall plumpness of the plush made it feel like he was once again holding Fishmeat in his arms. He couldn't tell which dragon of his it was supposed to resemble, but that didn't matter.

"I used the skills my mom taught me to make it... It's not the greatest, but I thought it would make you happier-!"

Fishlegs interrupted him with a bear hug.

"It's so perfect I could kiss you..."

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