How To Train Your Dragon: Finders Keepers
This is the last HTTYD fic-thing I've got completed. The rest are...in various stages of construction. No clue yet whether or not I'm going to turn them into a series. Main fic index is here.
Title: Finders Keepers
Series: none
Word Count: 428
Rating: PG
http://zangetsugirl.livejournal.com/70071.html
Summary: Hiccup takes so much looking after...
Notes: Where are these twin fics coming from? *is baffled*
“Why yes, I’d love to come with you down that dark, secluded path. Really, there’s nothing I like more than being abused, belittled, taken advantage of-oh, and did I forget to mention beaten and left to rot? Silly me for leaving that out.”
At the sound of Hiccup’s voice, Tuffnut and Ruffnut looked at each other across their dragon’s back, then moved as one in the direction from which it came. Sure, Hiccup was a weirdo, and only recently rose above the rank of “utterly useless.” Naturally, a certain amount of teasing was inevitable. Didn’t mean everyone in the gather could just line up and take a shot, literally or figuratively. Hiccup was their weirdo. Finders keepers, dammit.
They turned a corner to find Hiccup-without Toothless, for a change-surrounded by Snotlout-doubles from other tribes. They did not look to be having an intellectual discussion on the merits of cod versus salmon when feeding dragons.
“Hiccup,” Ruffnut called, interrupting one brat’s monologue about Hiccup’s obvious deficiencies as a Viking. (He was a sorry Viking in the traditional sense but, again, not their place.) “We’ve been looking for you.” Then, as calmly as though she were discussing the best way to throw a spear, Ruffnut lightly stroked the dragon neck closest to her, smiled and said, “Gas ‘em.”
The Thorsten twins’ dragon was very well trained. Ruffnut said “gas,” he damn well gassed. The effect on Hiccup’s tormenters was immediate. Tuffnut had to raise his voice to carry over the sounds of twelve wanna-be Viking pussies squealing in fear and one dragon rider scrambling to get out of range. “We’re the only ones allowed to tease Hiccup,” he said firmly, “so lay off or get hurt.” As an afterthought, he grabbed Hiccup and tossed him bodily on their dragon’s back-for safekeeping and not, as Hiccup so often claimed, just to hear the hilarious noises he made.
By then, the wind had thinned the gas considerably. If they were Vikings and not sniveling little weasels, the other boys would probably survive one measly explosion. Probably. Hiccup, meanwhile, had managed to right himself somewhat and was leaning over the Zippleback’s right neck. “Tuff-“ he said urgently, already reaching out like Tuffnut was a wild dragon to be soothed.
Far be it from me to disappoint, Tuffnut thought. “Spark,” he commanded with a positively draconic grin. The resulting explosion actually managed to launch a few of the little bastards into the branches of a nearby tree.
They had very few problems keeping their dragon trainer safe, after that.
Title: Finders Keepers
Series: none
Word Count: 428
Rating: PG
http://zangetsugirl.livejournal.com/70071.html
Summary: Hiccup takes so much looking after...
Notes: Where are these twin fics coming from? *is baffled*
“Why yes, I’d love to come with you down that dark, secluded path. Really, there’s nothing I like more than being abused, belittled, taken advantage of-oh, and did I forget to mention beaten and left to rot? Silly me for leaving that out.”
At the sound of Hiccup’s voice, Tuffnut and Ruffnut looked at each other across their dragon’s back, then moved as one in the direction from which it came. Sure, Hiccup was a weirdo, and only recently rose above the rank of “utterly useless.” Naturally, a certain amount of teasing was inevitable. Didn’t mean everyone in the gather could just line up and take a shot, literally or figuratively. Hiccup was their weirdo. Finders keepers, dammit.
They turned a corner to find Hiccup-without Toothless, for a change-surrounded by Snotlout-doubles from other tribes. They did not look to be having an intellectual discussion on the merits of cod versus salmon when feeding dragons.
“Hiccup,” Ruffnut called, interrupting one brat’s monologue about Hiccup’s obvious deficiencies as a Viking. (He was a sorry Viking in the traditional sense but, again, not their place.) “We’ve been looking for you.” Then, as calmly as though she were discussing the best way to throw a spear, Ruffnut lightly stroked the dragon neck closest to her, smiled and said, “Gas ‘em.”
The Thorsten twins’ dragon was very well trained. Ruffnut said “gas,” he damn well gassed. The effect on Hiccup’s tormenters was immediate. Tuffnut had to raise his voice to carry over the sounds of twelve wanna-be Viking pussies squealing in fear and one dragon rider scrambling to get out of range. “We’re the only ones allowed to tease Hiccup,” he said firmly, “so lay off or get hurt.” As an afterthought, he grabbed Hiccup and tossed him bodily on their dragon’s back-for safekeeping and not, as Hiccup so often claimed, just to hear the hilarious noises he made.
By then, the wind had thinned the gas considerably. If they were Vikings and not sniveling little weasels, the other boys would probably survive one measly explosion. Probably. Hiccup, meanwhile, had managed to right himself somewhat and was leaning over the Zippleback’s right neck. “Tuff-“ he said urgently, already reaching out like Tuffnut was a wild dragon to be soothed.
Far be it from me to disappoint, Tuffnut thought. “Spark,” he commanded with a positively draconic grin. The resulting explosion actually managed to launch a few of the little bastards into the branches of a nearby tree.
They had very few problems keeping their dragon trainer safe, after that.