Okay, here comes part two! I'm really liking this story so far, but I really wanna hear what you guys think, so please, R+R! Thank you!

Snotlout sank his shovel deep into the side of the barrow and ripped out the first lump of it's wall. The earthy, peaty smell that reached his nostrils smelled, to him, like success. Beside him, he watched as Tuffnut dug his in just beside the hole that Snotlout had made. The lads grinned at each other and continued digging.

"Don't you think this clearing is a bit of a weird shape?" Came a shout from behind them. Snotlout rolled his eyes and turned around to face Ruffnut, who was standing at the tree line. "Look!" She yelled, "I'm higher up than you two. The ground dips towards the barrow."

"Yeah, so?" Snotlout snorted, his shoulders shrugging. Ruffnut seemed about to answer, but then stopped herself. Somehow, she just couldn't come up with an answer. Snotlout went to turn around again, and she walked back down towards the other teens, tugging on her braids as she thought about it. Then, giving up, she simply began to walk around the barrow, looking it over closely.

"Aren't you coming to help dig, sis?" Tuffnut called, looking up from his work. Somehow, he already had dirt all over his cheeks and forearms. Ruffnut poked her head around the side of the barrow.

"Nah, you guys are doing fine!" She replied lazily. "Besides, there's only two shovels."

"Well, you could... dig with your hands or something."

"Nuh-uh. I'm not doing that. I'll just check around the barrow for anything that's fallen out."

"Oh, cool, good idea." Her brother mused, before turning his head back to his digging.

Listening to the complaining of Snotlout from the other side of the barrow, ("Ugh, this is taking forever!", "Get your hair out of my face!", "Why do you even have hair that long anyway?") the sister picked her way along the length of the burial mound. She looked at the small, pink flowers that covered it. They seemed so simple and boring that one could be forgiven for looking past them, but, when she looked closer, they were so much more than they first appeared. She reached out and plucked one, holding it up to the light and looking at the swirling patterns on each petal.

"Whoa, nice..." she mused, placing the flower back down on the grass. Everything seemed so peaceful here. No wonder whoever is buried here chose this place, she thought. It's so peaceful. Not even the birds are singing... She looked around, fear creeping slowly up her spine. It was eerily quiet, save for the sounds of shovelling from the other side of the mound. Ruffnut peered into the darkness of the trees. It was almost as though someone was watching her from in there...

Shaking herself back into sense, she quickly turned and made her way back to where the other teens were digging into the side of the mound. Neither one seemed to be as concerned as she was, and so she took a deep breath and tried to let it go. I'm just being stupid. Nothing's going on. Nothing. Assuring herself, she strode lazily up to the boys and peered over their shoulders.

"Found anything yet?" She asked, a little too loudly. Snotlout turned around and scowled.

"Does it look like we've found anything to you?" He snarled. "Urgh, there's nothing in here! This is so stupid. I give up. Let's go home." He tossed his shovel away, and Tuffnut straightened up, letting his spade drop to the ground. Ruffnut, however, peered closely at the dirt. Her brother, ever curious, followed her gaze.

"Wait... Snotlout, there's something here!" the brother cried, reaching out and brushing the soil away from a small glimmer of white.

"Ha! I knew it! Is it gold? Treasure? Jewellery? Weapons?" The Jorgenson boy's head thrust itself between the twins, knocking Tuffnut onto his backside. "What's this, a bone?"

"Looks like a claw to me," Ruffnut chimed. She was rewarded with Snotlout's sweaty palm in her face, pushing her away.

"Nobody asked you!" The teen was swept away with excitement.

"Hey! What do you think you're doing?" She retorted by kicking his ankle, but he didn't react. He was captivated by the shimmering bone. He brushed it with his finger-tips, a smile coming to his face.

"Guys... this person was buried with a dragon. Look at the size of this thing! He must have been the most famous person on the whole island! Now I know where Stoick gets it from. Do you know what this means?"

Tuffnut's arms flew above his head in a huge gesture. "Ooh, ooh, don't tell me! He.. rode a dragon! No, he killed a dragon! No? Okay, then he killed a dragon that he rode while killing dragons!" A wide grin was spread across his features, but his face fell almost immediately. The looks he was recieving from his sister and his friend were enough to silence him.

"This means that this guy was rich. Not just rich, but the richest guy on the whole island! He must have tons and tons of stuff inside this grave! We've gotta keep digging!"

"I don't think this is a good idea, Snotlout. This is a grave. If this guy was a great as you think he was, he could be in Valhalla right now, watching us. You know what happened in the story..." Ruffnut warned. Snotlout turned around sharply to face her, jaw clenched, hands balled into fists. His eyebrows knitted together.

"I don't care about that stupid story. I'm going in there, getting all this treasure and taking it back to my father. Then, together, he and I can be richer than all of you! And he'll finally think I'm worth something." Snotlout's face was inches from Ruffnut's. His teeth were bared as he snarled: "I'm not scared of an old hag's tale. Are you?"

Ruffnut glared back, smashing her helmet against his. "No. Are you?"

"I already answered that. What's wrong, Ruffy? You scared? Are you... chicken?"

Her eyes widened as she pulled back, wrinkling her nose in disgust. "How dare you? Of course I'm not chicken. I'm never chicken."

"Prove it. Get digging." The boy crossed his arms across his chest, a smirk rising across his features. Ruffnut narrowed her eyes, pressing her hands together until her knuckles cracked. She then stooped down and snatched up a discarded spade and turned to the hole in the barrow wall.

Suddenly, her jaw dropped, as did the shovel in her hands. "Did that claw just... move?"

Ruffnut-Snotlout stand off! I liked that. Two teens, charged with hormones, having an argument over what's wrong and what's right. One's afraid and won't admit it, the other is charged with achieving the love of his parent. If they did fight, who do you think would win?

And did that claw just move? Find out next chapter!