What are our chances?
This is a one-shot in which Hiccup and Fishlegs have a chat about getting dates to the annual Berk Dance. This is around the time of Snoggletog before the Dragons became their friends, Hiccup and all the others are 14 instead of 16 (at least, I think they are all roughly 16 or so before they enter Dragon Training), and have another year or so to go before they enter Dragon Training. In the gang from the oldest to youngest is Snotlout oldest, Hiccup second eldest, Astrid 3rd, Fishlegs 4th and the twins Tuffnut and Ruffnut being 5th. But they all have birthdays close together time wise. Warning, somewhat bad language to be expected. But not majorly. Enjoy.
"Seriously Fishlegs, we have no chance" Hiccup said, slightly irritated at his friends stupid idea. It was a bit late and here he was sitting with Fishlegs chatting with him about getting dates to the Annual Berk Dance.
"We do" Fishlegs said encouragingly.
"We haven't a hope in Helhiems gate or Valhalla of getting dates to the dance" Hiccup said, almost sounding like he was complaining.
"And why is that?" Fishlegs enquired; clearly far more certain they could than his friend was about the prospect of getting dates to the Annual Berk Dance.
To explain the situation about this problem Hiccup and Fishlegs were having, we must go back in time by about an hour.
1 Hour earlier.
Hiccup and Fishlegs had been simply chatting in the Mead Hall of the village for a few minutes, eating their dinners when Hiccups father and Chief of the Village stood up and asked for silence from everyone whilst he made a few announcements. He went on about gathering a few more loads of fish and wood etc. to help survive winter. Then congratulations to the newest warriors of the tribes who graduated from Dragon Training one week earlier and special congratulations to the warrior known as Frostbite, Astrid's older brother by about 3 years whom had the pleasure of killing the Monstrous Nightmare in front of the village. Then came the last announcement.
"Now, one more thing before we all leave, as I am sure we are all aware, the Annual Berk Dance is coming up, this is not just a chance for us to enjoy Snoggletog, but also for us to socialise with some foreign guests, now I am sure you are all curious as to what we are and I shall explain. "
"Now I know this is new and for some it may even be slightly uncomfortable, but I have thought this could do some good for the Alliance Berk has with the Meathead Clan of the West and the Frost Fang Clan of the Frozen Islands of the North. So we have all met and agreed that every year at the time of the Annual Dance we have here on Berk, we will invite the other clans in our Alliance if anyone from their clans wishes to attend."
"Those attending from other clans shall be arriving 5 days, just so you are all aware and no-one is worried that when their ships come and dock. If anybody has any questions, feel free to come see either me, Gobber or either of our finest Military Tacticians and Commanders Spitelout Starolf or Arkin Hofferson. If not, you may all leave now and have a goodnight."
With that, everyone filed out the door including Hiccup and Fishlegs. Shortly after the notifications Hiccup and Fishlegs received in the Mead Hall, they went up to the area around the borderline between the village and the forest to chat with one another.
And now we continue listening to their chat.
"Because" Hiccup said in a mildly irritated voice, " because we, to put it bluntly cause that's what we sorry excuses for Vikings do best, are the biggest losers on Berk."
"There is one person we may have a chance of beating at getting good dates to the dance" Fishlegs said, with just a hint of cheerfulness in his voice.
Hiccup snorted derisively at this but said out of curiosity "Go on then. Could use something that might make this whole stupid idea a bit better."
"Snotlout." Fishlegs simply said.
"Yeah, we really have a shot at beating Snotlout" Hiccup said, with his voice just dripping with sarcasm.
"I said good dates to the dance though, Snotlout is only really liked around the girls of this village who are, as you said, to put bluntly because that we sorry excuses for Vikings do best," Fishlegs said doing his best imitation of Hiccups voice, which would have been very convincing if it was a little less high pitched, "Snotlout is only really liked around this village by as some people would say, by girls whom may be deemed as whores, he doesn't have a shot at a decent girl, and the girls who all have crushes on him don't have shots at decent guys, so that's why he enjoys all the publicity and they try get in good with him cause he is totally lame. Decent guys and girls in this village are somewhat rare, I think we might even be some of the last few left good guys left, except from your brother and Dad."
"And who in this village would deem as a decent girl," Hiccup asked with a somewhat suggestive tone as if he knew what his answer was going to be, mingled with slight sarcasm.
Fishlegs looked around quickly and then whispered something to Hiccup. Hiccup smirked, but told him he would always keep his response secret. In turn, Hiccup told him who he would deem as a decent girl.
"Right, so what do we do now we have told each other who we would deem as decent girls, what do we do about the dates to the dance problem." Hiccup enquired.
"We spent tonight and tomorrow thinking up ideas and we meet here tomorrow, same time, same place," Fishlegs told him.
"Sounds good," Hiccup said, "Good luck thinking of something."
"Same to you, see ya Hiccup" Fishlegs called before le
"Yeah see ya," Hiccup said before heading off in a slightly different direction. Little did these either of the two boys know that two Girls had been listening to their conversation and had been having a very similar problem.
There shall be another chapter for this. This is not over. Do you hear me, NOT OVER!
Hope you enjoyed it so far. See ya later!
