By popular demand (and because it's April Fools) this chapter will be SHENANIGANS! It'll be long because it's probably going to be the only chapter of pure shenanigans (which is appropriate, because I just remembered, if Hiccup and Toothless don't head back by tomorrow, Stoick is going to send out a search party. Forget about that bit. Heh.) SO! Without further ado, SHENANIGANS! I'll try to make a more... *ahem* "Serious" update later on tonight as well. This chapter will be referred to later and is meant more for reference and comedy than actual serious plot. If you are of the belief that the influx of pure comedy will affect the seriousness of the main plot, I agree with you (but this is still funny.) So feel free to just skip over this chapter if you don't want to ruin the mood. Nothing major happens.

Edit- Changed Hookfang's pronouns to "he" because it bothered people, though if you want to get technical, (Which I tend to do) we don't know any of the dragons genders or sure except for Meatlug. Hookfang has always struck me as a female, personally, but whatever. *shrugs*


"So, quick question- why are we showing a dragon where the dragon nip is? It'll all be gone by tomorrow!" Fishlegs pointed out as the group of teens led the unfamiliar dragon up a steep hill. They'd left their own dragons behind, as Toothless was the only one who seemed to know where to find the patch of dragon nip they frequented. Of course, it was entirely possible there were other patches on the island, but where, they had no idea.

Astrid, feeling like she had repeated herself more than enough for the day, snapped, "Because Hiccup told us to!"

"Well, I hope he knows what he's doing," Fishlegs muttered nervously.

"You're asking too much," Snotlout decided with a smirk. "That guy can't do anything right, plus he's sick! He probably doesn't even remember what he said."

"Snotlout!" Astrid seethed, shooting a glare at the boy.

"I'm just saying, this wouldn't be the first time he talked us into doing something stupid. Remember that time he dragged us looking for the Boneknapper?" The boy said pointedly as they finally reached the top of the hill, where the dragon began rolling in the wild grass.

Heaving a sigh, the girl reminded, "Which was not a waste of time. If we hadn't been there, Gobber would've been killed trying to keep his belt buckle. Besides, we got a chance to see an uncommon dragon. What more do you want?"

"Treasure would be nice." Tuffnut mused, attracting the attention of Snotlout and Ruffnut. "I mean, Gobber said there was treasure, right?"

"Yeah- a belt buckle made of bone that he was using to keep his pants on. Not a sight I need to relive." Astrid snapped. The teens all shivered, recalling that terrible moment when Gobber's pants came loose. Things that can never be unseen.

"Right, but, if what Gobber said was true, there could be more treasure. I mean, there was an avalanche of frozen Vikings, who knows what those vikings had on them," Fishlegs mused, apparently forgetting what kind of company he kept.

Ruffnut brightened, "Aww, yeah, the frozen vikings! I want to get punched by one!"

"You can't seriously believe that story was true. I mean, meeting Thor? A hammerhead yak riding a hammerhead whale?" Astrid deadpanned, "He just made that up for the sake of the story because he knew you would buy into it."

"The part about the dragon and the treasure were true!" Snorted Snotlout, "I don't see why any of the rest of it is so hard to believe."

Astrid shot him a look. "You can't be serious.

*Spongebob Narrator Voice* One Hour Later...

"I can't believe you were serious. This is insane!" Astrid complained. Somehow, the twins and Snotlout managed to convince Fishlegs that going back to the island where they'd found the Boneknapper was a good idea. She'd tagged along to make sure they didn't get themselves too badly injured. After all, Hiccup was probably expecting the dragon training academy to be in the same order in which he left it. So there they were, on the backs of their respective dragons, headed off to find frozen vikings and hammerhead yaks.

Snotlout, who was leading the party, glanced over his shoulder at her, "Oh, come on! Aren't you even a little bit curious about the treasure?" He wondered aloud.

"No." She deadpanned, "Not at all."

"No wonder you like Hiccup. Neither of you are any fun." Tuffnut mumbled, high five-ing his sister as he said this.

Astrid rolled her eyes, "It's not a matter of fun, it's a matter of common sense! Frozen Vikings don't move! They're frozen!"

"I'll believe that when pigs fly." Snotlout said sarcastically before glancing back at Fishlegs and Meatlug, "Oh, wait, looks like they already do!"

"Seriously, Snotlout?! Hookfang, do something about him!" Astrid commanded, and, true to his nature, Hookfang set his horns aflame, burning Snotlout's hands as punishment.

"Ow! Hey! Why don't you listen when I tell you to do things?" This time, Hookfang's neck caught fire, burning the rider's ample bottom. "Ow! HOOKFANG!"

"Not even dragons like bullies," Fishlegs said, smiling a bit at his good fortune. Hookfang really deserved more credit than he got.

"Just calling it as I see it," Snotlout said in his own defense, looking ahead, "Looks like we're almost here! You guys ready to find some treasure?" Cheers erupted from the twins as Astrid and Fishlegs shared a glance. This plan had Snotlout written all over it- which meant insanity was the only thing that could possibly ensue.

It didn't take quite as long to reach the island on the backs of dragons. Perhaps because the dragons were better fliers than the teens were rowers. Regardless of reason, they landed on the island and began to hunt around. Astrid, trying to talk some sense into the others, pointed out, "We don't even know that this is the right place. Gobber wasn't looking for treasure before, he was looking for the Boneknapper. We could be intruding on their nesting site!"

Fishlegs gulped at this thought. "Mother dragons are the scariest beasts on the planet." When Meatlug turned her head to look at him, he added, "Except you, Meatlug!"

"We'll be fine." Snotlout huffed, "They're just dragons, and we have our own with us this time."

"I wanna see one again! Maybe it'll burn me at the same time a frozen viking punches me!" Tuffnut agreed with a grin.

Astrid folded her arms across her chest, "Really, again with the frozen vikings? I keep telling you there's no such thing as-"

"Aaaahhh!" Fishlegs suddenly shrieked like a girl, jumping onto the nearest person's back, which just so happened to be Snotlout.

"Would you get off me ya big baby?!" Snotlout growled as he shook himself in a rather dog-like fashion to rid himself of Fishlegs.

"Astrid? Wha-what is that?" He asked, pointing to, well, a frozen viking with a hand sticking out. They had inadvertently wandered into an ice field, and said frozen viking had grabbed Fishlegs' ankle as he walked by.

"More like what are those!" Ruffnut corrected. Upon closer inspection, they found that this was not a heap of ice blocks, but rather a heap of frozen vikings... Just like in the avalanche Gobber had described.

Trying her best to fill in for Hiccup, Astrid fumbled to find the words, "I'm, I'm sure there's a perfectly logical explanation for this."

"Yeah, like what?" Snotlout challenged.

Astrid sucked in a breath, "Well... We're all vikings here. Let's just ask him what happened. Stormfly!" Without needing further command, the Deadly Nadder shot spikes from her tail, shattering the ice around said viking immediately.

The man burst out of the ice and shook it off his clothing, looking around to the teens before clearing his throat and speaking in a voice rather raspy from lack of use, "I'd like to thank you for freeing me from that ice. The last lad stole my dragon's final breastplate and took off."

"Your dragon's...?" Fishlegs wondered aloud. As far as anyone knew, they were the only Viking tribe to have made peace with the dragons... Well, aside from the Outcasts, no thanks to Mildew.

"Aye, you see, our tribe made peace with dragons long ago, and most everyone had a dragon as a companion. Mine, what was known as a Boneknapper, was missing the final part to his breastplate. I searched long and hard for that piece of bone, and finally I found it in the mouth of an Ice Gronckle-"

Of course, Fishlegs just had to cut in. "Ice Gronckle?! I've never geard of such a thing in the book! What's it-"

"Ye are quite rude. Listen when yer elders are speakin lad." The viking scolded, to which Fishlegs mumbled an apology and took a few steps back. "As I were sayin, the Ice Gronckle had it between his teeth, so while he was asleep, I reached in and took it out. I didn't realize he'd been using it as an ice suppressant-"

"A what now?" Astrid demanded, not really willing to buy into this man's story. The moment he said anything about flying yaks, she was leaving, she'd decided.

The man rolled his eyes, "Ice Gronckles are just like that Gronckle ye have thar', only they spit ice instead of fire. Apparently this one was some kind of sick, because the moment I put the bone in my golden chest to give to me Ol' Bones, he started sneezing out ice all over the place! Next thing I knew our whole tribe was frozen in time," He gestured to the other frozen vikings and heaved a sigh, "Then that lad stole the chest from me-"

"-And used the bone as a belt buckle." Snotlout finished for him.

"Well, supposing that story's true- which I'm not- your dragon got his breastplate back. We saw the man you're talking about give it to the dragon with our own eyes." Astrid told the man.

"But what about the Ice Gronckle?" The viking wondered, "What happened to 'im?"

Astrid shrugged, "Maybe the hammerhead yak and hammerhead whale duo took care of him."

"Astrid, you seriously don't believe him? Look at the man, he was frozen for... a long time!" Snotlout gesticulated wildly as he said this, trying to get his point across.

The girl rolled her eyes, "Exactly, his brain's still thawing, and yours is just as frozen as ever. Look, Snotlout, one of us has to stay grounded if we're going to make it back to Berk alive, and you're clearly incapable of accepting that responsibility. See, this is why Hiccup is going to make a better chief than you ever would."

That probably wasn't the wisest thing to say. Snotlout lunged forward, grabbing her by the collar, "What did you say?!"

"I said, GET. A. GRIP." Astrid punctuated each word with a smack across Snotlout's face. "We shouldn't even be wasting our time out here,what if Hiccup comes back and needs our help?"

"Yeah, what if he does?" Snotlout snorted.

"Ugh," She shoved him away, frustrated. "You know what? Fine! Do what you want! Go get yourself killed in search of treasure you're assuming exists, see if I care! Come on, Stormfly." She mounted her rather confused dragon.

Fishlegs, concerned that the only other person with a decent head on their shoulders seemed to be abandoning them, asked, "Um, Astrid? Where are you going?"

"Home! I don't know how Hiccup does this all the time, it's like banging your head against a wall of... THIS." She gestured to Snotlout and the twins, "Hard-headed warmongers just itching to get themselves into something stupid. I'm not dealing with this!" This said, Astrid patted Stormfly's neck and the two were soon airborne.

"W-wait for me!" Fishlegs whimpered, not too keen on being left alone with the three of them. He clambered onto his Meatlug and took off hurriedly. Not surprisingly, when they saw the two other dragons leaving, Hookfang, Barf, and Belch had no problems leaving their riders behind.

"Hookfang, come back here!" Snotlout demanded, and the twins were shouting something along the same lines to their dragon, but they were ignored. Hookfang, Barf, and Belch never were the most loyal dragons.

"Seriously?!" Snotlout folded his arms over his chest, "NOW what are we gonna do?!" He looked to the twins, who had apparently forgotten about their dragon and were currently wrestling. "The twins. Astrid left me with the TWINS." Finally realizing what an idiot he was for starting a fight with her, he sighed and sat down. It was up to him to find a way back home, now.


I'm just going to leave the rest to your imaginations. I mean, really, this is Snotlout we're talking about. I hope that wasn't too disappointing, I mean, not too much happened... Oh well. I was entertained writing it, and hope you all enjoyed it! I'm going to start the next chapter right... NOW!