“Son! Come join us.” Stoick’s voice echoed through Mead hall, impossible to ignore, and Hiccup groaned. Berk was hosting the Meathead envoy this week, and his dad wanted him there to recount the Monstrous Red Death.
Hiccup rose. “I’ve got to go. Dad wants me to ‘recount your deeds of bravery, son.’” His frustration was unmistakable, and his cousin spoke.
“I don’t care what they think, you’re not that special.” Snotlout leaned back, putting his hands behind his head. “Remember that.”
Hiccup studied him. His cousin had the muscular build of a Viking warrior. The envoy expected Snotlout. What they were getting was a kid with messy hair, acne issues, and a gimp leg.