Spitelout had always been so disappointed in Snotlout; he never thought he was man enough.

Spitelout grunted when Snotlout was waving to him. He couldn't stand his son; he was no man. Spitelout watched the arena, saw how Hiccup made a fool of his son in front of him, and then watched his son smile at him. He glared down at Snotlout and walked away. He was a disappointment.

Spitelout had a wife—you. You were the soft side. You loved your son Snotlout; no matter what, you were always proud of him. Spitelout never talked down on Snotlout whenever you were around, but you always backhanded him, telling him to be nice.

You were helping the village. You walked past the other kids and smiled as you saw Snotlout bragging about Spitelout, saying how proud his dad was or that he was the best son! You chuckled softly and shook your head. He was a teenager, a cocky one too. As you saw Spitelout come by with some stuff for the ships—some supplies for dragon hunting—Snotlout got excited.

"Dad, I was just talk-" Snotlout got cut off when Spitelout said, "Don't. Talk. To. Me." You saw Snotlout's smile fade. You finally snapped.

In one quick motion, you stormed over to Spitelout and got ahold of his ear, yanking him hard to your shared hut. Spitelout grunted in surprise. "Damn it, woman! That hurts!" He glared at you but never raised a hand, knowing you could take him down even if he was bigger than you.