Suggestion by: CeCdancer
Side note: I kinda liked your other suggestion too, so I welded them into one dare 3
"Gimme some of that!"
The other dragons jumped in shock. Hookfang came barging into the newly-cleaned Communal Stable, where Toothless, Barf and Belch, Stormfly and Meatlug were just about to split a barrel of salmon.
Hookfang charged towards the barrel of the glorious stuff, and downed the thing (wood and rivets included).
"What?! Oh come on, do you know how long it took for me to get all that salmon?! What's your problem?!" Stormfly snapped.
"Why don't you try eating LIMPETS for three days?" Hookfang sneered at her.
"Limpets aren't that bad!" Meatlug defended. "Well, anyway, you DID at least think of a dare during those three days, right?"
"As a matter of fact, I HAVE."
"Well?" Toothless said impatiently.
"Well it's a lot better than anything you bunch of greenhorns could have thought of," Hookfang puffed a ring of smoke into the air. "I dare Barf and Belch to...trash one side of your Twin Riders' chamber, and only listen to one of them for the whole day!"
"You trying to get us grounded, Giant Ladybird?" Barf protested.
"Shut up, at least he didn't make you eat a Sea Devil!" Stormfly pointed out. "Besides, I thought you two loved trashing their chambers!"
"'S true..." Belch admitted.
"We're the Masters!" Barf cheered.
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Belch grinned.
"I think I'm thinking what you...er...let's do it!"
Barf and Belch slipped into the twins' bedroom. One one side was Tuffnut's bed, and on the other was Ruffnut's. Anyhow, both sides were equally messy, cluttered with dirty laundry and a few small knives here and there. The only possible way to know whose bed was whose was to look at the nature of the clothing (which I have absolutely no desire to elaborate on).
Neither the twins nor their parents were at home—the former were hunting bears with Snotlout, and the latter were "visiting" the neighbouring islands.
Barf and Belch took a look at the room.
"Who will it be, then?" Barf mused.
Belch thought for a while. "Not the girl. I like her. Feeds me trout. "
"Well I like the boy. He's better than your girly-girl Rider!" Barf argued.
"Are you calling me—"
"Maybe I am, GIRLY!"
"Oh, that's it. You're going down!" Belch snapped dangerously.
"You can't kill me, pea-brain. We're on the same body!"Barf rolled his eyes.
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah."
Belch glared at Barf. "Whatever. Fine. We follow your boy. "
"I win," Barf crooned.
"Shut up."
"No, you shut up!"
"No, YOU—"
"Look, if we keep going at this rate we'll NEVER win the Dare Match," Barf yelled in frustration.
"Okay. Where do we start?"
Barf grinned. "At times like this, we don't need a place to start."
Forty five glorious minutes later, the twins' room looked spectacular. It was as if a tornado had swept through the Ruffnut's half of the room, saw an invisible line, and left Tuffnut's half of the room perfectly untouched. The division between "dirty" and "chaotically disastrous" was so obviously drawn out that you could step from Ruffnut's side to Tuffnut's side and think you just walked through a magic portal.
Barf and Belch surveyed their handiwork proudly.
"I say we outdid ourselves," Barf commented contentedly.
"Oh no, we out-outdid ourselves," Belch added.
"That's not even a word, Lizard Brain."
"How would YOU know, you—"
"QUICK! THE RIDERS HAVE RETURNED!"
Barf and Belch slid down the stairs like lightning, and sat down innocently in the living room. Just then, the door handle turned.
"Worst. Hunting trip. Ever," Tuffnut commented grittily. Barf crooned sympathetically.
"Yeah, that's because you didn't kill any bears," Ruffnut tossed her axe to the floor. "C'mere, boy! "
Barf and Belch didn't respond, continued picking at the floorboards like she was invisible.
"Barf? Belch? Hello-ooo! Midgard to Barf and Belch! Can you even hear me?!" Ruffnut made a face as she waved her hands in the air, snapping her fingers in Belch's face, ANYTHING to convince her that their dragon(s) weren't going nuts.
"You're doing it wrong, butt-face. C'mon! Come to daddy! Who's the man, huh?" Tuffnut scratched Barf and Belch behind their ears as they practically flung themselves at him.
"See? YOU'RE the crazy on," Tuffnut smirked at his fuming twin sister.
Ruffnut blew a stray hair away from her face. "Shut up, face-butt. I'm going to take a nap, you BETTER NOT be banging on your stupid shield while I'm trying to sleep. "
Tuffnut tossed Belch a mackerel. "Face-butt isn't even a word."
"Like butt-face is!" Ruffnut snapped over her shoulder as she trudged up the stair.
Tuffnut rolled his eyes. Girls can be so—
"OH MY THOOOOOORRRRRRRR!"
A high-pitched shrieked sliced through the pinewood walls and staircase. Tuffnut followed the noise, distantly worried that something might actually have happened to his whiny sister.
Ruffnut stood at the doorway of their room, fists tangled in her blonde braids.
Tuffnut took a tentative look inside.
"What the—"
The room was a mess. Specifically, Ruffnut's side of the room was a mess. On her side, every single one of her daggers, maces, swords and axes were sticking out of the wall like a twisted version of a display piece in a weapon store. Her fur pelts were ripped and singed at the edges, and lay on the floor in a tangle, revealing her bed which had been trampled in half, muddy smudges littered all over the sheets.
On the other hand, Tuffnut's bed was left unharmed, his blankets and furs were right where he'd left them, and his weapons lay benignly in a pile at the foot of his bed.
Barf and Belch had followed Tuffnut, and were now barely holding back a thunderstorm of laughter.
"Who. The. Hel. Did. This," Ruffnut grated murderously.
"Definitely not me—I was with you through the whole bear-hunting trip," Tuffnut defended.
Ruffnut paused. "Snotlout?"
"He was with us too, seaweed brain."
"Astrid?"
"She can't have broken the freaking bed in half," Tuffnut sighed.
"Fishlegs! He's heavy enough to do this!" Ruffnut exclaimed.
"It can't be him. He's got his face buried in that Thor-damn book of his. Besides, the dude has a crush on you," Tuffnut mused, before adding, "I wasn't...supposed to say that...don't...don't tell him..."
Ruffnut stopped to think again, then pulled a weird face.
"Hiccup?" she asked quizzically.
"Oh my—you have GOT to be kidding me. Really? Ugh.." Tuffnut rubbed his temples. "Use your brain, idiot! Do you think Talkin' Toothpick would be able to do THIS?" he motioned to the splintered bed.
"Wait a second..." Ruffnut squinted at the brown smudges. The more she looked, the more they seemed like...
Outside the house, Toothless and Stormfly lazed in the afternoon sun.
"Wonder how Barf and Belch are doing," Stormfly wondered lazily.
"I'm surprised we haven't heard any screaming or—"
"BARF AND BEEEEEELLLLLCH!"
Okay :) that was chapter 6, folks! keep the suggestions coming!
