Hello! I am starting this story about Ruffnut and Snotlout (Hiccstrid will be included) and I hope you enjoy! I'm hoping to post the next chapter or 2 by Saturday because I will be without wifi for a week! Also, I love the twins (both of them) but I will warn you that one of them may or may not be in alive in this series, so if you don't like main character deaths, this may not be the story for you. Thank you again and Enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: I own nothing in the httyd movies/books. All rights go to Dreamworks and Cressida Cowell!

"Okay guys," Hiccup said, standing in front of his four friends in the dragon academy, "last question of the tournament, and it's for 10 extra points, what's the shot limit of a Hideous Zippleback?"

Today the group of five were playing a game of trivia as they had done so many times in the past but today's competition was very different than the ones that they had played previously. They were playing with the usual teams, Astrid and Fishlegs on Team 1 and Snotlout, Ruffnut and Tuffnut on team 2 with Hiccup asking questions and moderating any disagreements between the two teams (which happened often, especially within team 2). But today the group was low in spirits and very quiet, and not one argument had occur throughout the entire game and each person would glance over occasionally to a depressed and out of focus Ruffnut.

On Ruffnut's right sat Snotlout who looked almost as sad as she did, and on her left, Ruffnut was staring at her brother's empty seat, her eyes stinging as tears threatened to pour out for the third time that day.

Last month Berserkers had attacked Berk under the lead of Daggur the Deranged and the village, which had been sleeping soundly, had been caught unaware. Many houses had been lost to fires and Hiccup had almost lost his other leg while fighting Daggur, who once again had come to take Hiccup's best friend and pet Night Fury, Toothless. It was a blur of chaos and destruction and the twins were raring to go. They loved destruction almost as much as combat, and it showed. The twins were known for their amazingly effective teamwork style of fighting, usually facing two opponents back to back, using each other for cover and support. While the two twins never seemed to be able to get along normally, something about battle brought out an amazing sense of synchronization and communication between the two. But that night, things had taken a turn for the worst. The two had gotten separated from each other, fifty feet apart and barely able to see each other through the smoke and ash. The twins were still skillful warriors on their own, but together they were unbeatable. Tuffnut was fighting Daggur's second in command, a thirty year old man with more brawn than brain and possessing fifteen years of battle experience. Tuffnut was able to hold up his own well enough, but without Ruffnut behind his back, he was distracted, occasionally glancing around to check on his twin who was easily dodging her opponent's blows. He watched as his sister gracefully dodged around her opponent's blows and quickly struck the berserker in the stomach with one of her many hidden blades she kept tucked under her arm bands. Tuffnut was just about to let out a cry of victory for his sister when suddenly her felt a tightness in his stomach.

Odin's ghost! What was that? He looked down and saw the hilt of a dagger sticking out of his stomach, similar to Ruffnut's now downed opponent. He let out a small cry and sunk to the ground. Ruffnut was wiping the blood off her knife when she heard her brother go down. When she saw Tuffnut's crumpled form on the ground, her eyes widened in worry and shock.

"Tuffnut!" she cried running over to her sibling as fast as her shaking legs could carry her. She knelt beside him clutching his hand as blood pooled around the inseparable duo. The other four young warriors heard Ruffnut and immediately ran over to help, sensing something was wrong. They were stunned to see Tuffnut lying on the ground, blood pooling around him.

"What are you doing?" Ruff yelled over the cries of war sounding all around them, "GO GET HELP!"

Astrid, Hiccup and Fishlegs sprinted off, desperately trying to locate a healer in the confusion and smog. Snotlout stayed, bending beside Ruff, staring at his best friend.

"Tuff?" he said quietly almost a whisper. Tuff and his sister were muttering things to each other, Tuffnut paler with every passing moment. Ruffnut was bent over him, and though Snotlout didn't hear what she was saying, the tone of her voice pleading and panicky.

Tuff will be fine, Snotlout tried to assure himself, Hiccup lost a foot and he's the biggest weakling around, if he can survive Tuff can too.

But Snotlout knew this was very different. That knife was long and sharp and it had to have pierced several major body parts (none of which Snotlout knew the name for) and it would be a miracle for the other three to find a healer in time to save Tuff.

"Tuff, buddy please hold on," Snotlout said, uncharacteristically caring, "You can't leave me here, you're my best friend. And you can't leave Ruff."

"Snotlout," Tuffnut said, in a very small, scratchy voice, his chest heaving with each word. "Take care of her."

"But-"

"Please" Tuffnut looked into his friends eyes, and realization dawned over Snotlout. He's not going to make it and this is his last wish. He's not going to make it and I'm going to lose my best friend. He's not going to make it.

Swallowing back a sob, Snotlout choked out,

"Sure Tuffnut, anything for you."

"Thanks Snot" Tuffnut heaved a shaky breath "And-"

Snotlout leaned in to hear what he had to say but never heard, for just then Tuffnut's body convulsed and he coughed up blood.

"NO TUFF!" Ruffnut, who had been dressing the wound with a ripped piece of cloth, pushed Snotlout out of the way, grabbing Tuff's hand. But it was too late. Tuff gave out one last shaky breath and then stopped moving. Ruffnut, realizing what had happened, broke down sobbing. Snotlout watched as his friend's sister fell apart before him. She had a gash on her check and he was pretty sure her nose had been broken, again. By the light of the pink sun, just starting to rise, Snotlout could see that her hands were covered in blood as well as her white blond hair, giving it a pinkish tinge. Tuff's blood. Remembering what his friend had asked of him just minutes before (though it seemed an eternity ago) he pulled Ruff into a hug, holding her to his chest. The others arrived too late, but it wasn't Tuff's dead body that shocked them most. What shocked them most was Snotlout holding a sobbing and bloody Ruff to his chest as tears of his own spilled silently over his cheeks.

Snotlout didn't care if the others saw him cry because what mattered now was Ruff. He made a promise and by Thor, he was going to keep it.