Revenge of the Opposites
By Sir Weston and Jellyfish Jam
What up, people? This is Sir Weston and Jellyfish Jam coming to ya in our new combined account Weston n Jellyfish! I know, boring name, but at least you can recognize us.
Anyway, Jelly thought of making more opposites of the kids, and making them opposite in every aspect, including gender. So this time there are four girls and two boys, and oh man, are they freaks! We also have the return of the Kreb Vikings! For any of you who have read Weston's How to Survive Your Opposites, then you know who I'm talking about!
And don't worry; we're still working separately on our fan fictions. We're just doing this because we had the same idea (more or less.)
Disclaimer: We do not own How to Train Your Dragon. If we did, we'd make the second movie come out faster. And stick Johnny Depp in there somewhere.
Chapter 1: Three Tribes and a Man with a Vulture
Maybe it was pure coincidence that those tiny ships were out at sea during the most horrible storm of the last decade. It seemed to warning them to turn around and head back to their island, where they would be safe. The vast ocean threw itself at the small Viking boats, showing no mercy. More than one ship threatened to capsize. As the waves beat upon them, knocking some of the Vikings over board, one man stood courageously against the storm.
His name was Stoick the Vast, and he was the almighty chief of this rag-tag group of Vikings. He stood at the helm of the leading ship, a figure of pride against the ocean. He ignored the cries of his men as they shrank in fear of the thunder and lightning. He ignored the rain beating at his face. He ignored the shrieks of the dragons as they swooped lower to the boats for protection.
But not all Vikings can be as brave as Stoick. Take his tiny twig of a son, Hiccup for example. There was absolutely nothing extraordinary or exciting about him (except when his hair was wet, but that's another story). As he was missing his left leg, he tended to walk with a limp, even though it had been replaced with a metal one. He usually found support from his best friend, a Night Fury named Toothless.
He sat now with his two closest friends, Astrid and Fishlegs, on either side of him as they struggled to row the tiny ship they were forced to sit in as Gobber the Belch barked at them. Their unsightly teacher simply sat in a chair in front of his students, doing absolutely nothing to help the struggling teens.
"Come on, you dern land lubbers!" Gobber hollered. "My grandmother can row faster than you! We'll be lost at sea at the rate yer rowing!"
"Where are we going anyways?" Ruffnut panted as she sat beside her brother, Tuffnut, barely attempting to help.
"I don't know," Tuffnut replied, red faced from the effort of having to row for two. "Some stupid island in the middle of nowhere or something to take part in yet another lousy tournament."
"Or something stupid like it," Snotlout added, leaning back in his seat and putting his hands behind his head, letting poor Fishlegs do all of the work.
"Where is this thing taking place?" Ruffnut persisted, leaning on hers and Tuffnut's oar, making his work that much harder.
"I think it was some place called Vulture Island," Astrid replied, all of her attention focused on rowing.
"That sounds pleasant," Hiccup muttered sarcastically.
"Less yappin' and more rowing, ya scurvy dogs," Gobber barked before any of them could reply. The teens all snapped back into attention and continued their suffered rowing.
As they continued rowing, and the storm grew fiercer, a piddly little island appeared in distance. All the Vikings sighed in relief. Salvation at last! Just as they were in the home stretch, something terrible happened. A particularly huge wave crashed against the teens' boat and it immediately flipped over in the water. All of them gasped as they were plunged into the ocean. Another wave hit them and the boat turned right side up again. But something was missing.
Gobber stood, blinking several times. No one was at the oars, rowing. The kids were all gone. Including Stoick's only son. Gobber gasped.
"The kids!" he shouted to the ships ahead, "The kids are gone! They've been knocked over board! Assist needed! Stoick!"
Stoick, who had been ignoring everything, turned when he heard his friend shouting. What was that about the kids? He squinted to see Gobber's boat and saw his friend shouting and waving his arms. He couldn't really hear what he was shouting. Smiling, he waved back, and then turned to the front again.
Sighing with frustration, Gobber ran to the back of the ship to see if he could see any of the kids. To his amazement, an enormous ship was right behind the tiny Viking boats. He stared with amazement as someone leaped off the huge ship and plunged into the water. The figure was a muscular man with flowing hair and rippling biceps. As he watched, the man dived into the ocean and when he surfaced again, he had all six of the young Vikings in his arms. Then someone from the ship threw him a rope and hauled him on board.
Hiccup and his friends fell sputtering and gasping onto the deck of the ship as several Vikings stood over them, watching them in fascination. More and more of the crew gathered around them, including the one who had saved them. He smiled pleasantly down at them as he waited for them to catch their breath.
"Are you folks alright?" he asked them. "We saw you fall off your boat and I just had to do something."
They looked up at their savior and gasped. He was absolutely gorgeous! He was hotter than all four of the Berk boys combined. Something that Astrid and Ruffnut noticed almost immediately.
"Yeah, we're alright now," Ruffnut replied, leaping to her feet and clinging onto one of his arms. Astrid immediately grabbed onto the man's other arm.
"Who are you guys?" Snotlout asked, trying to distract the girls from their gorgeous hero. "I've never seen you kind of Vikings before."
"Oh, please forgive my rudeness for not introducing us before," the amazingly handsome man replied. "My name is Rumblefoot. This is the Blackthorn Tribe."
"Never heard of you," Snotlout growled.
"Snotlout, don't be rude," Ruffnut growled, whacking him on the head. "This man just saved our lives. There's no way we can possibly repay you."
"It's no trouble at all, young lady," Rumblefoot replied, giving them a charming smile with teeth so blinding that a lot of them had to look away.
"You must be the Hooligan tribe our Chief was telling us about," a far less attractive girl who looked similar to Rumblefoot observed. "Going to Vulture Island for the competition? That's great, so are we!"
Ruffnut and Astrid looked slightly disappointed at her words. Sighing, Hiccup gently took Astrid's arm and tugged her off of the still grinning Rumblefoot.
"I'm sure we're all looking forward to it," he told the Vikings. "But we really need to get back to our own ship. I think Gobber might be getting worried about us."
"Oh I'm sure he doesn't mind," one of the others replied. "In fact, we don't mind giving you a ride to the island."
"But I'm not really sure that…"
"Hiccup," Snotlout interrupted suddenly. "If these nice people want to give us a ride to the island, then just shut up and let them take us. It would be rude of us to refuse their help."
"Since when did you care about being rude?" Tuffnut muttered under his breath.
"Well, let us introduce ourselves," Rumblefoot continued, ignoring the interruptions. "It will pass the time until we get there."
A large breasted woman strode up to them with five others trailing them. "My name is Agatha the Great," she told them, "I am the chief of this tribe." Agatha had a long flowing cape, heart shaped lips, and two long pigtails that flowed out behind her. She nudged the dark haired woman beside her. Hiccup noticed that she had a whip for an arm.
"This is Slobber the Burp," Agatha continued, "She is the woman in charge of the Viking Training program."
Slobber winked at them flirtatiously. Agatha then waved her hand to the two who looked similar. "You've already met Rumblefoot. This is his sister, Tumblefoot." Tumblefoot stood next to her brother looking smug with herself. Standing on her other side was an even larger breasted woman with a tooth sticking out of her lower lip, a huge mole on her cheek, and what looked like the beginnings of a mustache on her upper lip. "That's my niece, Darma the Man Lady."
"I wonder why she's called that," Snotlout muttered sarcastically to Hiccup. Darma turned to him and smiled.
"You got a girlfriend?" she asked him in a deep set manly voice. Snotlout gave him, er, I mean her a puzzled look.
"What?" he wondered.
"I don't see a ring," she noted, "You single?"
"Again, what?"
"That's Dirtso," Agatha continued, ignoring the interruption and nodding to a young man who dimmed in comparison to Rumblefoot. "Dirtso the Manly."
Dirtso was shorter than Rumblefoot and a lot less good looking. They knew because he stood next to the still blindingly handsome Viking. He had long dark hair and a silly little goatee.
"And this is Guppi," Agatha pointed out, gesturing to a direction to her right. They turned and Fishlegs gasped. Walking in seemingly slow motion was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. She had long, black hair and nerdy glasses, clutching a book to her chest and smiling pleasantly as she made her way towards them. Fishlegs could just hear bells ringing when it was suddenly cut off by the girl suddenly tripping and ruining the moment. "She's sort of our young genius of the tribe," Agatha stated. "And finally, there's the pride and joy of the Blackthorn tribe, my beautiful daughter Koffing the Heart Stopper."
A ditsy blond hair girl stepped over to them. "Like, hi!" she greeted, "I'm like, Koffing." She stepped over to Hiccup, "And you are so adorable!"
Astrid immediately got over her infatuation with Rumblefoot and pressed against Hiccup. "Yeah, well, he's already got a girlfriend," she snarled.
Koffing exclaimed with joy. "Oh my gosh! Like, so do I!" she said, happily, "Dirtso is my bf, or boy friend, for those who don't know."
"We know what BF means," Astrid growled.
"Actually, I don't know, can you explain it to me?" Fishlegs whispered to her.
Just then, they hit land and everyone fell over. "Land ho!" someone called. Everyone hopped off the ship, and as soon as Hiccup's feet touched the ground, Stoick had him in a giant hug.
"Oh Hiccup!" he cried, "Gobber told me what happened! I'm so glad you're all okay!" Tears were rolling down the big man's cheeks.
"If you don't stop crushing me, I'm not going to be okay for much longer!" Hiccup gasped, trying to struggle free.
As Stoick reluctantly released his son, something caught the two tribes' attention. Another tribe was stomping up the beach towards them, and the Hooligans immediately recognized the arriving tribe. They acknowledged them with loud groans.
"Oh great," Snotlout growled, swatting Darma's hand off his shoulder. "What's Kreb doing here?"
"They are your other competition," Stoick explained gruffly. Belchus, Sharkfeet, Cake, Sandy and Mandy all stood in a line, scowling back at the Hooligan tribe as they returned their hostile glares.
"Oh great," Sandy scoffed. "It looks like,"
"Berk has come to lose again," Mandy finished.
"Again?" Ruffnut snorted.
"We've never lost to them," Tuffnut added.
"Wow!" Koffing exclaimed suddenly, standing before Belchus the huge, the future chief of the Kreb Tribe. "Like, you're really tall!"
Belchus stared down at her with an apathetic expression on his face, giving off the impression that he couldn't care less about what happened to everyone around him (because he didn't). He seemingly glared at the smaller girl as she smiled stupidly up at him.
"Yes, I suppose you could say that," he muttered. He stepped past Koffing and made his way over to where Hiccup stood, trying not to be seen. "So, Hiccup, it seems our paths have crossed again."
"So it would seem," said a high pitched voice from behind Hiccup before he could even open his mouth. With growing dread in his heart, Hiccup turned and was not terribly surprised to find his arch enemy, Slackjaw the Terrifying, standing two feet away, glaring at Hiccup with hatred in his beady yellow eyes…
And scene! That's a wrap! Cut, print!
If you like it so far, review us and tell us. If you hate it, review it anyways. If you do, we will actually know what you think instead of having to guess all the time. Next time, we'll explain who all these freaks are for those of you who are blissfully ignorant and can sleep well at night not knowing who they are.