Time to Shovel
Alright, I would've posted this yesterday, but unfortunately, certain circumstances caused me to wait until today. But, here ye go! Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I own neither How to Train Your Dragon, nor any of the characters in this story. If I did, I wouldn't be here. I'd be a grownup who would be working on writing a sequel for once.
"Oh, no son? Not that bad, eh?" Stoick laughed.
"Oh sure, sure." Hiccup muttered, gazing stupidly at the cold wall before him. "Laugh your head off."
Hiccup's inventive mind was already at work. He tried to think of a way to get rid of the snow without freezing his hands off. And then he got it.
Quickly, he ran to his room, leaving the door open, which caused his dad to yell quite loudly. Hiccup ignored him, gathering the supplies he would need and laying them out in front of him. And then he got to work.
A few minutes later, Hiccup emerged with a strange contraption that consisted of one large piece of firm wood on the one side, and a large piece of metal that he had attached to the other. Toothless had to blow a very hot, but small flame, all while trying not to hit Hiccup, but in the end, the shovel was sound.
They began digging, and handing Stoick all the snow, in order to boil it into drinkable water. When they were about halfway through, however, the tunnel collapsed when Hiccup stepped out to give his father another bunch of snow. Their reactions were all different. Stoick threw his hands up in exasperation, muttering a long stream of swear words, while Hiccup just stared at it in disbelief. Toothless, however, had the most effective reaction. Namely, he reared up in anger and, before Hiccup could even yell, shot a large blast of flame through the snow.
Another of my short chapters, but I gotta get off the computer soon, so….
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Penelope, over and out!