Authors Note: Welcome and thank you for your interest in this story. Please allow me to explain a few things for you. If you have read any of my stories before you will know I like to write adventure and smut. So this creation follows that line. Firstly I originally started this story for poor Tuffnut who never seems to get laid (LOL) so I started thinking who would be a good match for him. Not someone from the HTTYD world so we needed a crossover story. I had recently seen Hansel and Gretal and thought how cool would the twins be as those hunters and the character Mina suddenly became Tuffnut's love interest. Since I picture the nature of Ruffnut as aggressive and bossy she needed a more humble match and I wanted to have her bring Snotlout under her control. (Wicked grin) This story manifested a bit on its own, and after some severe writter's block about how to get where I wanted my characters to be and still follow the plot, we have finally got to the good stuff to say the least. Don't worry Tuffnut's moment with Mina is coming up. And Ruffnut is already having her fun. But If you are a dirty pervert like me and just want to read the hot love scenes then please skip to chapter 8. Don't miss out on the fun ENJOY!

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The Witch Hunter Twins

The people of the village were going to burn this girl. The dragon riders watched from high above as a crowd was gathering in the center of town. A young woman was being dragged through the masses of angry people, then forced to stand on the pulpit in front of everyone. She was held firmly by a man on each of her arms. They could see her struggling and fighting trying to get free. Her pleas were drown out by the riotous crowd. A dark narrow man strut the length of the stage before her gesturing wildly and enticing the crowd. The two riders looked at each other knowingly as their big dragon circled lower over the village casting shadows on the crowd gathered in the town square. They had seen this many times before. People were scared and gullible and would look to any scapegoat answer to try and save their own worthless skin. If any arrogant fool gave them a reason for their pains and troubles they would blindly take it, accepting anything they said as truth, even if it meant killing. They could look on this poor waif blindly and no longer see their lifelong friend, or neighbor she was now just a problem and needed to be fixed.

Ruffnut felt herself getting angry. These stupid slow minded cowardly idiots would burn any innocent girl in a lame attempt to solve their witch problem. She leaned over to her brother on the other dragon head of the powerful Zippleback that they rode.

"We've got to stop this! That girl needs our help."

"Why? It's not our concern if they want to go off killing all the maidens in their village. Helping her would be messy."

"It's murder, and you and I both know that that simple girl down there is no witch, and besides letting her burn won't solve anything here either."

"Hiccup said the job was to vanquish only one forest witch who has been harassing livestock. He did not say to interfere with ass backwards village politics."

"Tuff we are going to stop this, now quite stalling or are you going to leave me to take on these in bred hicks alone?"

"Fine, I'm in but you'll owe me"

They swept low and quickly landed their dragon outside of town. They jogged the few streets over to the main square where with a quick nod to each other and a fist bump they split up.

Ruffnut approached the podium behind the arrogant gasbag who appeared to be running the show. He was torturing the young girl who seemed to be close to the twin's age. He ran over to her again and grabbing the back of her head forced her face down into a barrel of water again holding her firmly for several moments while two large men held each of her arms. The crowd cheered. The poor girl came up sputtering and gasping for air.

As the rumpled old man who smelled of cheap smoke and dirty hair continued his impassioned speech about "how the wench was a devils consort and should be burned" Ruffnut snuck stealthily up behind him, her crossbow already drawn taught and loaded waiting braced against her leg.

Obviously enjoying his time in the spotlight he was drawing out the poor girl's torture. He ripped open her shirt, exposing her cleavage and the gentle slope of one breast. Then the masochistic pervert yanked her back by her hair holding her body upright and pressed against his chest as the excitement in the villagers grew.

"The devil always leaves a mark" He yelled his face pressed against the milky skin of her long smooth neck leaving a greasy smudge. "It will be on her body somewhere" The crowd cheered again and surged closer to the stage.

"Find the mark!"

"Take her dress off"

"Show us the proof!"

"She's a witch and we know it!"

"Free us from this evil plague!"

"Burn her, Burn her." They started to chant.

"The HELL you will!" Ruffnut's clear deep throaty voice rang over the masses. The interrogator turned to face his opponent still clutching the woman as a shield. "Over my dead body will I let you bunch of perverts strip down this poor girl in public just so you can ogle her and then jerk yourselves off in your sad lonely beds tonight, while you sentence her to burn."

"YA and who is going to stop me? I'm the law in this town and I have the right to conduct an interrogation as I see fit. This woman is guilty and we will see fit to see her properly executed"

"Molestation is not interrogation, and you will fabricate up any type of evidence to suit your needs for this case." The phlemy gross man turned to eye up his challenger again. He slowly skated his eyes up and down over Ruffnut's form judging her as he looked, staring particularly long at her chest with amusement. Before him stood a tall thin warrior dressed in battle protective leathers. She wore a tight corset style tunic of brown leather the lacings crisscrossing snugly across her breasts, pressing them up and out exposing a rounded cleavage. Leather bindings covered her forearms and hid several useful tools and weapons. Matching soft brown leather leggings clung to her hips and thighs nicely but gave her the necessary freedom of movement. Her boots came to her knee and were a perfect height for her to hide throwing blades tucked inside the top. Her long blond waves of hair were tied back in her three signature braids. She stood before him with one hand on her hip and a scowl on her face. The crowd watched the confrontation nervously.

"And who is going to stop me, you little lady?"

"Yes actually" and she raised the cross bow from behind her leg to his face as she stepped towards him the arrow tip primed and waiting just inches from his eye. "Now let the girl go."

He let his hand drop from where it had been fisted in her hair, and shoved the girl away from him while his face seethed with rage. The two men who had been assisting to hold the girl slowly started moving their hands towards their weapons just as Tuffnut lept nimbly up onto stage. He drew his sword and stood in front of the men with a wide grin on his face.

"Come on. Try it." He whispered to them. The men backed down.

"I'm Ruffnut and this is my brother Tuffnut," the crowed murmured with recognition. "Your mayor has shown a large amount of intelligence in hiring us to hunt down the witch that has been harassing this area." The crowd responded sounding more hopeful. "We have seen and dealt with many more witches then any of you will ever see in your pathetic little lives." The anger Ruffnut felt was showing through and she glared hard at the greasy man. "And you can trust me when I say that this woman is not likely a witch. If you insist on trying to burn this young girl then you will have me to deal with."

"And me" came the answer from her sibling.

"We will check her and if WE decide that she is a witch WE will cut her head off right here and then you can burn her for as long as you like" the crowed murmured again. And the poor wet girl shivered hard and looked at Ruffnut.

"Check her" Ruffnut gestured to her brother with her crossbow but kept the weapon trained on the three men who stood at the back of the stage. Tuffnut went to stand in front of the lass, her straight long wet hair hanging over her face in dripping clumps as she slumped forward trying to hide. He reached out for her chin and pulled her face up to look at him.

He was startled by her beauty and he caught himself gazing deep into her eyes but after only a brief pause he examined her thoroughly and with a cool distracted distance.

"What's your name?" He asked as he pulled down her eye lids. He gripped her face between his hands and tilted her head from side to side looking through her hair and in her ears. "What's your name?" He asked again a little harsher this time after getting no response the first time.

"Mmm Mina." She stumbled over her name with a shivery whisper. Her body trembled under his touch.

"Don't be afraid you're safe now" With his thumbs he pulled her jaw down forcing it open and stuck a finger in her mouth to hook her cheeks and look for rot. As he released her and withdrew his finger from her mouth her tongue rose to touch just the under pad of his skin on his fingertip in a tentative gesture. He stopped looking at her hard again.

"I'm not afraid anymore with you here Tuffnut" she said in her gentle whispery voice for only him to hear. He spun her around sliding his hands down her back to her hips, they stopped on top of her buttocks which sat up in a nice round little mound which his hands seemed to stop naturally there wanting to rest a while. He took a deep breath. Coming back up her arms to her shoulders he did briefly glance down her ripped open top noticing the soft swell of two perfect pink mounds. Then he reached to her chest and closed the two edges of her ripped shirt for her before turning back to the villagers.

He stepped back and addressed the crowd. "A witch has rot set in and cannot hide from us, it is a decay that you can see and smell. If this woman was a witch we would have found her out." Tuffnut stepped back from her again and turned to stand by the Mayor (who had now made his way onto the platform) and his sister.

Addressing the crowd the timid little mayor spoke "This woman is cleared of all chargers, and is free to go anyone caught harassing her with face punishment in the stockades." Mina glanced at her persecutors, then at Tuffnut. He stood facing the crowd not looking at her even when he could feel her gaze. She gathered her skirt about her and ran off the stage. "Return to your business please".

"YAH! Now be off with ya or we shall bring our dragon into town for crowd control." The people scattered suddenly scared, all accept one, a young man with dark hair hanging around his face broad in the chest and shoulders, hovering in the back watching intently. He perked up at the mention of dragons.

The sheriff (who turned out to be the interrogator) was arguing with the mayor about the twins being hired to deal with the witch problem, and bringing a dragon no less, a sure sign that they were also consorting with evil, and what other godless terror would next descend on their peaceful village, and the whore of a woman who dared question him in public, bla, bla, bal. Sick of his sniveling Tuffnut was about to intervene to the rude man, but Ruffnut being every the warrior beat him to it. She silenced him with a sharp crack if her head to his face breaking his nose and spraying blood all over the front of his shirt, as he fell back to the ground. Tuffnut grinned this job might not be so bad after all.