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A Rotten Snack

"Did you guys go to the big bonfire last night?" Ruffnut asked as she and her brother took a seat at their usual table with their friends.

Hiccup snorted. "I didn't need to. I could the smoke and flames right from my bedroom. Dad was ticked. He kept asking me if I knew who did such a traitorous thing."

"What did you say?" Snotlout ask, stirring his soup anxiously. He had gotten rid of the evidence so the only way he would get in trouble was if someone tattled. "You didn't sell out your favourite cousin did you?"

"That would be a death wish." Hiccup said flatly. "You would no doubt retaliate by telling my father who destroyed his beloved beard and then I would be dead."

Astrid giggled. "It looks even worse than it did when it was completely chopped off."

"It is growing in uneven patches." Fishlegs mused. "It won't look halfway decent for another few weeks."

"That's good. It's getting difficult to keep a straight face around him." Hiccup picked up a piece of bread and took a bite out of it.

"Has anyone asked him about the Hiccup Incident?" Tuffnut asked eagerly.

The small boy wrinkled his nose. "Great. Now I have an incident. And no, thankfully. I think everyone who witnessed the event is either convinced they went crazy for a moment or is trying to forget about it altogether."

"That's good." Astrid nodded. "I think people are starting to get suspicious."

"I can't see how." Hiccup said sarcastically. "I mean, seeing boys wearing dresses is completely normal in Berk."

"Dresses that you look surprisingly good in." Astrid complimented.

"Please don't ever say that again."

"Maybe it is a good idea for us to calm the dares down a bit." Snotlout mused.

"Why can't we just stop the dare war altogether?" Fishlegs whined.

"Are you kidding? No one's refused a dare yet! We're not even close to determining a winner." Snotlout exclaimed.

"This is never ending." Fishlegs moaned.

Snotlout rolled his eyes and glanced around the hall. Beside the serving counter he spotted a barell full of rotten fish that had yet to be tossed out. The stench was slowly starting to stink the joint up and it gave Snotlout an idea.

"Well then, Fishlegs. I guess you won't be too delighted in getting dared next."

"I definitely wouldn't." Fishlegs said feelingly.

"Too bad. It's your turn." Snotlout smirked. "I dare you to eat five rotten fish."

"Haven't I suffered enough from the time Dagur made me do it?" Fishlegs protested.

"It's either that or I get you to eat a dozen raw eggs." Snotlout challenged.

Fishlegs debated between his crummy options and decided that eating the rotten fish was the lesser of the two evils. Reluctantly, he got up and walked over to the spoiled food barrel, removing five pieces of disgusting fish.

"This is so gross." Fishlegs gagged as he rejoined his friends.

"You're telling me." Ruffnut and Tuffnut chorused, covering their noses with their hands.

"There's one more thing-if you throw up before finishing all five fish, you fail the dare. Which means you lose a chance to pass up a dare."

"But that means I'll be the one closest to losing!"

"Exactly." Snotlout grinned. "So you better eat all five."

Fishlegs plugged his nose and took a shuddering breath. He took a bite of the first fish and, despite blocking one of the most important senses in regards to eating, he could feel the taste on his tongue, that's how strong the stench and rottenness was.

"That is so gross." Hiccup groaned, his own stomach rolling at the very sight.

Fishlegs choked down the first fish, and the second. When he got to the third his stomach was swirling violently.

"His cheeks are turning green!" Ruffnut cried when Fishlegs started on his fourth fish.

"He's not gonna make it!" Tuffnut grinned with a mixture of amusement and sympathy, recalling his own nasty experience with eating his father's boot.

Fishlegs swallowed the fourth fish and whimpered.

"Come on, you just have one more!" Astrid urged.

Fishlegs picked the last piece of fish up and stared at it. His cheeks bulged and Hiccup yelped. "Duck and cover!"

The five teens dove under the table just in time. Fishlegs could no longer contain his bile and it spewed all over the wooden table in a grotesque mess. Snotlout whooped happily.

"Yeah! Fishlegs is down one!"

"Are you okay?" Hiccup called, reluctant to emerge from his spot.

"What...kind...of...question...is...that?" Fishlegs managed to wheeze before losing his lunch again.

"Okay, that's it. Let's try to be minimal on the dares that make us puke our guts out." Astrid said in disgust.

"Sounds good." Hiccup agreed.

"If we have to." Ruffnut sighed.

"Whatever." Tuffnut grumbled.

"...so, who's gonna clean up this mess?"

Dare suggestion by AnonymousXYZ :)

Next chapter: In which Fishlegs dares Ruffnut