Revenge of the Opposites

So here we is, all nice and safe in our room, away from angry mobs who are wondering why we're bothering with this instead of working on one of our other fan fictions. Anyways, if any of you know whom Slackjaw is kudos to you! For those of you who don't, well you'll know soon enough.

Chapter 2: Run as Fast as You Can!

Hiccup took one look at Slackjaw the Terrifying, the man who was true to his name and arch nemesis of Hiccup, before turning and calmly making his way back down the beach. Toothless blinked before following him. It took Astrid and Stoick a moment before they realized that he was no longer beside them. They turned to see Hiccup calmly striding back to the Viking ships, a determined look on his face.

"Wait Hiccup!" Astrid called, running after him as he reached the ships. "What do you think you're doing?"

"Well, I was thinking of using one of these ships to sail back to Berk," Hiccup explained calmly. "And if that doesn't work, I'll hitch a ride back on Toothless."

"Hiccup-"

"You're not getting me back there, Astrid," Hiccup told her firmly, moving towards the boats again. "I'm not going through all of this again." He shivered at the horrible memories that came flooding back into his mind. He didn't get a chance to do anything else because at that moment, Stoick came striding over. He grabbed his son and dragged him away and back towards the others, using both hands to keep him still as he struggled fiercely to free himself. But it was too late. Stoick had a firm grip on Hiccup and was bringing back to his worst nightmare.

Slackjaw was a strange looking man with a hooknose and long, wobbly neck. His vulture-like neck wobbled back and forth whenever he talked, or slept, or ate, or breathed, or anything else. He had a high-pitched voice that could peel onions. His piercing yellow eyes chilled Hiccup's blood as he glared at him. He was a very strange man, (what with all that, plus his hunchback and protruding lower jaw that gave him his name) made even stranger by the fact that he was in a straight jacket.

The cruel man smiled his crooked smile at Hiccup. The frightened boy pressed against Astrid, trying to make himself look smaller. Slackjaw laughed.

"Ah, Hiccup," he hissed, "How nice to see you again. I did not expect you to come to my island. I thought the fact that it was called Vulture Island would tell you I lived here. And I was sure that when your father told you I was here, you would refuse to come."

Hiccup turned and glared at Stoick. His father stared back. "What?" he asked.

"What are you doing here?" Snotlout asked before Hiccup could yell at his father.

"Ah, young Snotlout, you are here too?" Slackjaw said, not answering him, "I would greet you properly with my hands at your throat, but as you can see I'm a little tied up at the moment." Then, as Snotlout stood there, staring at the ground, he went into a hacking fit that we can assume was supposed to be laughter. Then he fell over. He lay on the ground, his eyes rolled back into his head, and his tongue hanging out of his mouth.

Everyone stared. "Is he dead?" Fishlegs asked, as Slackjaw didn't move. He reached out a hand to poke him.

"You wish!" Slackjaw snapped, suddenly getting up again. Fishlegs gasped and quickly pulled his hand back. "Oh, yes, Fishlegs. I remember you. The clumsy oaf and scaredy cat who brought the whole team down. Are you happy now that you have another chance to humiliate yourself?"

"I didn't bring the entire team down," Fishlegs mumbled. "Not all of the time."

"And then there's the twins whose names I can't remember right now," Slackjaw continued as Tuffnut and Ruffnut glared at him. He paused for a moment, trying to think of an insult to make them feel uncomfortable before turning to Astrid. "And there's you," he hissed. "Hiccup's little girlfriend. Of course you're here. Hiccup can't fight his battles himself you know."

"Hiccup can fight his own battles perfectly well," Snotlout snarled while Astrid narrowed her eyes and Hiccup groaned, hiding his face in his hand.

"Thank you, Snotlout," the boy hissed, taking a step back and away from Slackjaw.

"Aren't you going to insult us?" Tuffnut managed to say before Ruffnut nudged him hard in the ribs. They froze when Slackjaw turned his piercing yellow gaze onto them.

"Ah yes, the lowly twins," he sneered. "Who can't fend for themselves unless the other is nearby." Both of them tried to object, but the fact that Slackjaw's eyes were still boring through their souls made them keep quiet.

Agatha blinked at the strange man in shock before turning to Stoick questioningly.

"That Slackjaw is a delightful fella, isn't he?" she muttered to him sarcastically. Stoick sighed.

"He was once a part of my own tribe," he told her apologetically. "He likes making poor young children, or anyone for that matter, feel very uncomfortable."

"It's a hobby of mine," Slackjaw replied quite proudly, overhearing them. He slowly waddled his way back to where he stood in front of Hiccup, keeping him locked in his evil glare. "You won't be escaping me this time, Hiccup," he hissed at the young Viking.

"I know," Hiccup groaned. "I tried." He glared at Stoick when he said that, as if blaming him for all of this (which in retrospect, kind of was).

"Hey!" Koffing exclaimed suddenly, shoving Hiccup aside to get a better look at Slackjaw, "You're really short! And oh my gosh! Your jaw like sticks out!" She reached out a hand and started feeling Slackjaw's face. The evil man glared with great hatred and annoyance at the young heir.

"I wanna try!" the twin, Tumblefoot exclaimed, also reaching out a hand and feeling Slackjaw's face. He started growling.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," Hiccup muttered. Koffing and Tumblefoot ignored him and continued poking Slackjaw's face. Sighing, he was about to go over and stop them, when he was suddenly lifted off his feet.

The man Dirtso glared at him as he held Hiccup by his shirt collar. "Listen here, little twerp," he growled, "If you're thinking of trying to steal my Koffing away and keep her to yourself, you got another thing coming to you."

Hiccup stared at him. "Koffing to my- I'm sixteen!" he exclaimed.

"And he already has a girlfriend," Astrid growled, prying Dirtso's fingers off of Hiccup. When he was safely back on the ground, she wrapped him in her arms and didn't let go.

"Anyways," Stoick interrupted looking around. "Slackjaw has…ah…kindly agreed to let us access to his island for the competition here."

"I never agreed," Slackjaw growled under his breath.

"And so this is how it's going to work," Stench the Huge, the Chief of the Kreb tribe continued, ignoring Slackjaw. "This competition is going to be against the three tribes. There will be several challenges that are designed for three tribes."

"And are a lot more deadly and violent this year," Slackjaw put in, snickering.

"Great," Snotlout muttered to Hiccup, rolling his eyes, "More fun ways to die. Yay." His voice was filled with sarcasm.

"But with every intention of not letting any of you die," Stoick added, glaring at Slackjaw.

"No, they're not," Slackjaw, Stench, and Agatha all said at the same time.

"I will accept these challenges," Belchus stated in his usual monotone yet heroic sounding voice. "I will make sure that this time my tribe does not hold me down." He was glaring at the twins of the Kreb tribe, Sandy and Mandy, as he said this, but he was also addressing Noseferatu and Cake.

"This is going to be so much fun!" Koffing squealed and clapping her hands excitedly.

"It is a shame that we must become enemies," Rumblefoot sighed, bowing to Astrid and Ruffnut. "But rest assured that I do not take it personally. I have the utmost respect for you two lovely ladies."

Snotlout and Tuffnut started making gagging noises in disgust at the man's flattery. Astrid and Ruffnut just merely blushed in reply and Hiccup narrowed his eyes at him. Fishlegs, and his puffy cheeks, was not listening to him, but staring at Guppi instead.

Slackjaw started hacking to get everyone's attention. "I shall be showing you all where you will be staying for your duration of your stay on my island which is mine," he told them. He then slowly started hobbling off, tripping once because he had no use of his arms.

As they walked, Hiccup went to stride next to Fishlegs. "So," he began.

"I wasn't staring at Guppi!" Fishlegs exclaimed. They stared at each other with wide eyes. Hiccup blinked.

"What?" he asked.

"Uh, nothing," Fishlegs muttered, "What were you going to say?"

"It seems like you've been admiring that Guppi for awhile," Hiccup said, nudging him, "You should go ask her out on a date."

Fishlegs gulped. "Oh no," he muttered, "I could never do that. Way too scary and life threatening."

"How is it life threatening?" the smaller boy wondered.

"If she rejects me, I'll be marked as a loser for life," Fishlegs pointed out.

"No you won't!" Hiccup scoffed, "Just go for it!"

"No, I don't think so," Fishlegs mumbled. With that, he sped up to get away from the smallish boy who could possibly suggest that he should actually ask a girl out.

At that moment, Hiccup decided that, no matter how long it took, he was going to get Fishlegs to ask out Guppi. Or he would go insane (not Slackjaw insane, but normal insane) trying.

Yay! We're done! With this chapter…

Hope you're not all annoyed about how long this took, we were in a slump. And stuff. So don't get pitchforks and torches to go riot at our house please. Next time stuff is gonna happen. Yeah, that's right, stuff! Ha! R&R!