A/N : I really wanted to get this up yesterday -_- I had it written out and everything, but then my computer crashed and I got some sort of virus, and had to reset my whole damn system (which deleted EVERYTHING). So, I had to re-download all my crap, and NOW I can finally get a chapter up. Maybe two tonight... I dunno.

By Clockwork Mockingbird: "A bit of a funny one: Tuffnut demands that Hiccup tell him what goes on whenever Hiccup and Astrid go on a date because he found out Ruffnut has a boyfriend and won't tell him anything. Awkwardness from Hiccup and Astrid laughing because, of course she knows everything."

I'm going to do the funny one now, ha ha. Mostly because my last chapter was a little angsty at first. POSSIBLY tonight, I will get your other suggestion up!

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Questioning:

The sun was just beginning to set when Ruffnut finally arrived back at her house. Tuffnut, having been there all day with nothing to do, noticed when she entered the door, moving quietly as if trying to avoid someone.

"Where have you been?" he asked curiously.

She glared at him. "None of your business, idiot."

"I'm not the idiot," he argued. "You're the idiot. And, c'mon, spill."

"Out."

"Out where?"

"Out, out!"

Tuffnut rolled his eyes and stood to face his twin. "You went on another date?" he asked.

"Uh huh."

"And?"

"And what?"

He scratched his head under his helmet, starting to feel uncomfortable. "What did you guys, uh, do? You and Fishlegs?"

"Wouldn't you like to know."

He crossed his arms, staring down his sister. "I would."

While the twins were notorious for their fights, and though Tuffnut would never admit it, he tried to look out for Ruffnut when he could. His father traveled a lot, so he took it upon himself to play the older male role, which included scaring away suitors.

She gave a decidedly unfeminine snort. "Yeah, well that's not gonna happen. I'm tired." With that, she turned to her heel, marching up the stairs.

Times like this made the blond boy wish that there were more girls his age around the island. His ego didn't allow him to say it, but Tuffnut had no dating experience whatsoever. So how could he know what teenagers did on dates?

An idea striking him, he left the house, heading in the general direction of the forge. He couldn't ask Fishlegs, because that would just be awkward. But Hiccup had a girlfriend. And they went on dates all the time! Surely Hiccup could shine some light on the situation.

When he got there, he noticed a lamp lit in the window, so he figured it was safe to just walk in. He slammed the door a little to hard behind him, and it echoed through the seemingly empty building. Looking around, Tuffnut noticed a back room where noises were coming from. He was about to open it when the boy he'd been looking for emerged.

"We're closed!" he said, a little too loudly. His hair was sticking up in every direction and his clothes, as well as his prosthetic, looked like they had been thrown on in a hurry. Hiccup was also missing his boot and his vest.

"Dude. What were you doing back there?" he asked curiously.

Hiccup's cheeks reddened. "N-Nothing!" he said quickly. "Is there anything you really need, Tuffnut?" he asked, shifting nervously.

The tall boy nodded. "Yeah, I have a question."

"Can't it wait?"

When Tuffnut shook his head, Hiccup sighed, looking at the closed door longingly before sitting down on a chair in the room. "Alright," he finally said. "What's up?"

"Girls," he said simply. "More specifically, what do you do on dates?"

Hiccup blanched, but before he could say anything, another person emerged from the backroom. Astrid casually strolled into the room, not looking much organized than Hiccup was. Her skirt, shoulder pads, boots, and braid was missing, her face flushed like Hiccup's had also been.

Tuffnut was seriously beginning he to think he interrupted something.

The girl raised a brow at Tuffnut, who gave a short wave. "What's he doing here?" she asked Hiccup.

He blushed in return. "He, uh, wants to know what we do on our...dates."

"Why would he want to know that? More importantly, why is he asking you?"

Hiccup sat straighter. "Hey," he said. "You gotta remember, I did get you. And we go on dates all the time! I'm practically a chick magnet!"

Astrid narrowed her eyes and Hiccup shrank back. "I'm sure you are." Then, turning her gaze on Tuffnut, "Why the sudden interest in romance?"

"It's Ruffnut. She's been going out a lot and she won't tell me what's going on! As her older brother, I deserve to know. To protect her and stuff."

Randomly, Astrid burst out into laughter. The boys gave her a look. "First of all," she said when her laughter was dissolving into giggles, "Four minutes really doesn't count as older. Besides, Ruff can take care of herself."

The blond boy slammed a palm on the work desk. "I don't care. Can you guys just give me a hint? Are you on a date right now? What were you doing?"

Hiccup once again blushed to the roots of his hair as Astrid broke out into another fit of laughter. When Tuffnut nodded determinedly, she leaned over, whispering something in his ear. He paused before his brows shot up and his eyes widened to comical side.

The last thing they heard from him before running out the door was, "FISHLEGS! YOU ARE SO DEAD!"

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A/N : Bahaha. Poor Fishlegs.

Brownie points for anyone who wants to guess what she told him.

Next prompt: The rest of Clockwork Mockingbird's suggestion.

R&R!