Jack Frost’s Adventures with Snotlout Jorgensen Part 1
How do you spell stupid. I thought to myself as I followed behind the twins and their fateful leader. S-n-o-t-l-o-u-t J-o-r-g-e-n-s-e-n. I’m sure that’s the proper spelling. The fearless leader had come up with a brilliant plan to outsmart Merida and get too Hiccup. When he explained everything to Jack he could spot the biggest flaw in his plan from the first second. That being? It was his plan. Snotlout had decided that he’d slip a puking pastelle into one of Merida’s meals or drinks today, and while she was being taken care of at the hospital wing they would gang up on Hiccup. I had already made my comments of what a stupid plan it was but as usual it was ignored.
“If you’re not going to participate in the plan, then you don’t get to say anything about it.” He would tell me. Honestly that was fine with me. I could sit back and watch as the brave and fearless leader failed.
His first attempted this during breakfast. “She always comes in late.” Snotlout said as they sat at their table. I filled my plate with the usual foods. Pancakes, bacon, eggs. There was one thing that Snotlout was forgetting. It was a Saturday. Merida came early on Saturdays so she and Hiccup could eat together, then the two would go off to the Library and study. By this time that’s where they’d be.
Oh, I bet you’re wondering why I know their schedule. Well it’s four months into the school year and Snotlout has been tracking them, following them so he knew when Hiccup was alone and when he wasn’t. Being our fearless leader, he had us come with him at all times. “Where is she?” He was watching the doors. But as I had already assumed, they were already gone.
His second attempt failed almost as bad. Lunch had rolled in and he had made sure that we were some of the first in the dining hall to make sure that the two did infact come in. And they did. He got up taking Ruffnut and Tuffnut with him. “Frost, you coming?” He snapped when I didn’t move.
“I’m not done eating yet!” I stated noting to my plate of food, he rolled his eyes and walked off towards the Gryffindor table. This was mistake number two. And I could watch the show safely from a distance with my full plate of food. I stuffed some of my sandwich into my mouth and saw them approach the table. They started talking to Merida, which got curious glances from everybody and Ruffnut attempted to go unnoticed as she slid the pastel into her food. She was an amazing pickpocket and reverse pickpocketer. But she was at a rivaling table. One of the older classmen noticed this and called them out on it, then Professor Fay escorted them from the room
“Two weeks detention!” Ruffnut was pissed. “I got two weeks detention! All because of your stupid plan!” I met up with them after finishing eating, and walked in on this.
“It’s going to work, we’ll just have to shove it down her throat.” Snotlout pounded his fist into his hand.
“There’s only a few problems with that.” I commented. “Hiccup’s down with Gobber now.” I stated, “saw him leave when I left the hall.” Snotlout scowled. Hiccup was in safe hands now, Snotlout couldn’t do anything while he was visiting Gobber.
“I’m still shoving that pastelle down Merida’s throat.” He stated grumpily.
“Do you have any left?” I wondered. There was a moment's pause then some fairly rude comments escaped his mouth.
Over all his attempt to bombard Hiccup, was a failure.
Sometimes I was quite glad that he made friends with the Vikings. I got to hear plenty about Berk and the Viking tribes. “So, who’s supposed to be the next in line?” I asked one day while we were hanging in the common room.
“Me of course!” Snotlout started, pounding his thumb into his chest. “And if anyone tells you otherwise, pound them into the ground.” Across the room I noticed a girl from their grade roll her eyes. I tried to remember her name, she kind of looked familiar but… “When I take over from my uncle Stoic there’s going to be a lot of changes in the way the tribe is ran. Starting with a monthly Viking off, the weakest get to spend a week in the pig pens.” He went off on a tangent on how he would be a great leader and how he was going to have the best family and make his dad and uncle proud. I knew that Stoic had a son but Snotlout would never give up that information. When I had asked him why he always beats on Hiccup, the answer would always be that it’s because Hiccup’s always standing up to him, the future leader of their tribe. He has to put him in his place. It’s his right as the next in line to be looked upon with praise. And then I would stop listening and absently flip through a book or attempt to do the homework I needed to get done.