Dragon Idol Chapter 1, a how to train your dragon fanfic

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HTTYD!

"Welcome viewers!" Gobber the Belch said grandly as he, Stoick the Vast, and Sigrum Hofferson sat in large plush chairs behind a massive desk made of intricately carved oak. "Mah name is Gobber and joining me tonight are Berk's own Stoick the Vast and Sigrum the Traveler!"

The trio of men were all smiling lightly, but not overly so. Behind them was a large stage bathed in lights and surrounded by television screens and stage crews that were apparently working in haste to finish the final preparations for the night's event.

"In case ya might be wonderin', we," Gobber made a motion with his hand towards both himself and the two men beside him, "will be judging a number of contestants right here in the lovely island community of Berk. Based on a weighted score ranging from one to ten, each contestant will advance to tha next round minus the lowest scoring contestant in tha group. However, if ye choose so, you can save your favorite contestant automatically by sending in ah vote to our hotline at 1800-REVIEW NOW."

Gobber paused briefly as he listened to someone talking to him through an earpiece that was connected by a thin wire that came out of the back of his suit. "Alrighty folks, we're starting in five...four...three...two...one...and GOOO!" Gobber shouted as the lights dimmed slightly and the barest hum of smoke machines being turned on could be heard behind the stage.

"Heyyyyyyyyy oh, here comes the danger up in this club!" A feminine voice shouted as two figures strutted onto the stage while loud music began to blare across the room.

"When we get started we ain't gonna stop!" An energetic male voice shouted at an equally high tone as the female. The smoke was still clearing as the next line came out.

"We gonna turn it out till it gets too hot!" Both the male and female singers said loudly while the music got louder. "Everybody sing heyyyyyyyyy oh!"

The smoke cleared at long last and revealed Tuffnut and Ruffnut, both decked out in dark clothing, tight jeans, and more than a liberal amount of sharpie inspired camouflage. The twins' blonde hair was nearly hidden behind dark bandana's and the heavy smoke filling the room.

"Tell'em turn it up till they can't no more," Tuffnut sang as the music began to drop to a low repetitive base beat. "Lets get this thing shakin like a disco ball. This is your last warning, a courtesy call!" As Tuffnut finished his line, the music began to pick up once again.

"Heyyyyyyyy Oh, here comes the danger up in this club, when we get started and we ain't gonna stop!" Ruffnut sang energetically as she bounced around on the stage with her brother, moving to the music in a way that only adrenaline junkies could enjoy. "We gonna turn it out till it gets too hot! Everybody sing, Heyyyyyyyyy oh!"

Tuffnut began singing almost before Ruffnut had finished, "Tell'em turn it up till they can't no more; lets get this thing shakin like a disco ball!" Tuffnut actually drew several whistles by jumping up into the air and doing a front flip. "This is your last warning, a courtesy call!"

"I am not afraid of the storm that comes my way..." Ruffnut sang softly as the music slowed, but the guitars in the background plowed on ahead with their cords. "When it hits it shakes me to the core! It makes me stronger than before!" her vocals picked up slightly, however she—and the music—quickly dropped back down as Tuffnut began once again.

"It's not a question about trust...but will you stand with us..." Tuffnut sang from the side of the stage as both he and his sister walked towards the center of the stage and faced the judges directly.

"Can you feel it? Make it real oh!" the twins sang together, flawlessly in sync as they began to do another assortment of crazy antics and moves on stage.

"I think it might wash away tonight...awaken from this never ending fight! It takes more than meets the eye...This war we're fighting is not just rotting..." Ruffnut sang fluidly as Tuffnut joined her again for the chorus.

"Hey-o, here comes the danger up in this club! When we get started and we ain't gonna stop! We gonna turn it out till it gets too hot!" The music began to roar again and the twins danced around a bit more, however it was becoming obvious that the combination of singing—which was surprisingly good—and dancing was taking a toll on the duo and as such, their movements were slightly sluggish.

"Everybody sing, Heyyyyyyyyy oh!" Tuffnut sang as Ruffnut took a moment to get a breather. The blondes were both starting to sweat, but otherwise were doing fine. The music began to pick up again as the chorus boomed out. "Tell'em turn it up till they can't no more! Lets get this thing shakin like a disco ball! This is your last warning, a courtesy call!"

As Tuffnut dropped back, Ruffnut began to sing once again. "There's a rumble in the floor...so get prepared for war," her voice and the music began to slow once again as Ruffnut sang the second verse. "When it hits it'll knock you to the ground! When it shakes up everything around!" Ruffnut continued as the music—ever changing—began to pick up again, however, almost as soon as it had began, it went back to a low roar and Ruff began to sing softly again. "But survival is a must...so will you stand with us?"

Tuffnut rejoined his sister and the duo sang the last two lines of the verse together. "Can you feel it? Make it real! Oh, Make me feel it!"

"I think it might wash away tonight. Awaken from this never ending...fight!" Tuffnut sang, forcing enthusiasm back into his body as he pulled off several more impressive moves, including a handstand/back flip combo. "It takes more than meets the eye...this war we're fighting is not just rotting..." Tuffnut finished as the music dropped to a near whisper for a few seconds while Ruffnut maneuvered up to stand beside her brother. Smiling at him, they bumped fists for the briefest fraction of a second before they launched into the last lines of the entire song.

"Heyyyyyyyyy oh, here comes the danger up in this club! When we get started and we ain't gonna stop! We gonna turn it out till it gets too hot! Everybody sing, Heyyyyyyyyy Oh! Tell'em turn it up till they can't no more, lets get this thing shakin like a disco ball," as the music got to the loudest point in the entire song, the duo—who had drifted to opposite sides of the stage—turned suddenly and ran towards each other. They jumped and connected with each other's boots and, in the middle of the air, preformed a duel triple front flip. They landed perfectly and completely in sync with each other as the speakers roared out one final burst of rock music.

"This your last warning, a courtesy call!"

Silence.

Clap.

Clap. Clap.

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People began to jump to their feet as they applauded the performance and the performers. Tuffnut and Ruffnut raised their arms together and preformed a brief bow that sent the crowd even more wild. The twins wiped thick streams of heavy, salty sweat from their faces as they approached the judges table.

Sigrum, to the explorer's credit, only treated them to a smile that could have spanned from one side of the Baltic Sea to the other. The burly, heavily muscled man with the exotically braided chin hair wrote something down on a large white piece of tough paper and flipped it over to reveal a 10.

After Sigrum was Stoick. The even larger viking—how that was possible was beyond most scholars—did not smile as large, nor did he award a perfect score. He gave them a 9.9.

"Work on that endurance and staying in tune with each other the entire time, and maybe I'll think about giving you lot a perfect score," Stoick said with a small, mischievous smile.

Gobber, being Gobber, raved in his own Nourish way before settling with a perfect score of 10. He seemed the most ecstatic of the three, however no one could really understand anything he was saying under the accent, so it was generally just assumed to be good things.

After Tuffnut and Ruffnut were walked off the stage, Gobber, Stoick, and Sigrum turned to face the cameras that were previously behind them.

"Well folks, if ya want more of that, please go and let us know at our hotline at 1800-REVIEW NOW!"

Despite the hours I spent listening to this ONE song to make sure I got it right, I thoroughly enjoyed writing this fic. I hope you all enjoyed it as well, because I would definitively like to continue this, I just need input. I know the dialogue took up most of the fic and that there was very little physical actions to read about, so please forgive me for that. I'm about to pass out, which is why I ended here, so goodnight/good morning/good afternoon, whatever it is.

Lostsword