Dear loyal fans; like I said in my Author's note, I have no story. I do have a very nice iPod and want to share my ideas.

I honestly don't like the idea of the series, and the sneak peeks I keep finding are not making me feel better. But despite how much stuff I don't want to see happen, I still want to see how bad they can go. I'd love to be surprised and learn to like the series but right now I have very little faith.

So listen; there is no order, or cause and effect in what I'm writing. These are all different scenarios I've imagined for fun.

"The Boy Is Mine" is a duet by American recording artists Brandy and Monica. The song was written and composed by LaShawn Daniels, Fred Jerkins III, Rodney "Darkchild" Jerkins and Brandy with co-production by Darkchild and Dallas Austin.

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In between two girls were a boy and a dragon. The dragon watched his human under his chin. The terrible tension sickened Hiccup and the dragon felt light amusement for the boy's troubles. Hiccup was in danger but the kind that made Toothless chuckle.

Hiccup was fixing the harness on Toothless' riding gear, which was easy. Two amazing girls, having feelings for them both and them knowing about that….he was not in a safe place.

From the East, Heather watched him work. Meeting him was a great thing to happen. From the west was Astrid, the worst part of coming here. Cold with arrogance; this chick thinks she can run the world (Heather thought).

Heather walked past the little techno-genius to the pushy blonde, "Excuse me, can I please talk to you for a minute?"

Astrid's smile was pretty, with sprinkles of malice, "Uh huh, sure."

The Nadder behind her made little growling noises at Heather. The brunette ignored the beast's rough attitude and her dragon's threats.

Lead away from Hiccup, Astrid followed far enough for him not to hear them.

Heather wanted to handle this as maturely and humbly as possible. "I just wanted to let you know, he's mine"

A little laugh, Astrid stepped closer with a smile full hope. She's been waiting for this. "Uh,no, no he's mine"

Annoyed with the Astrid's fat-head, Heather bit the side of her cheek. She spoke with hand gestures that involved lots of pointing. "You need to give this up, I've had about enough. It's not hard to see. The boy is mine."

Astrid's arms were crossed and she studied Heather's stance. "I'm sorry that you seem to be confused. He belongs to (pointing to chest) me. The boy is mine."

Taking a deep breath, Heather restrained from pulling that thin blonde hair.

Next scene is the two girls in the Grand Hall; lots of people watching. They tried to make it look like they weren't which made it more obvious.

The Berk boys had wicked smiles on. Slightly annoyed that the attention was for Hiccup, the show was good any way.

They were standing on opposite sides of the table.

"I think it's time we got this straight," Heather suggested, "Let's sit and talk, face to face (calm and respectful…though she had the farthest feelings). There is no way you could mistake him for your man. Man, are you insane?" she played with her hair in a sugar-sweet way.

Astrid had a little knife in her hands. "See I know that you may be, just a bit jealous of me. (The knife was played with like a toy.)Cause you're blind if you can't see, that his love is all in me."

Hiccup could hear all they were saying; he was chewing on a bone despite not liking the taste of meat.

With all the gentleness of a flower petal, Heather says "See I tried to hesitate, I didn't want to say, what he told me. He said, 'without me he couldn't make it through the day.' (Her eyes like a snake) Ain't that a shame?"

The knife was getting a little bent between Astrid's hands. Her calluses kept the blade from hurting her, so she hurt the knife. She wanted to use the force towards Heather's face. "And maybe you misunderstood cause I can't see (toss the knife) how he could (eyes half opened, so only a little ice came through) wanna take his time and that's all good. (Hands under her chin, looking all cutesy) All of my love was all it took."

The knife hit Heather's mug. The brunette's control was slipping; she brought the mug down with a thump.
She slowly got up; Astrid mimicked her, both of them: "You need to give it up. Had about enough; it's not hard to see (the girls were standing up slowly) The boy is mine (!), I'm sorry that you (Heather's nails were drumming on the table) Seem to be confused (Astrid's knuckles the table) He belongs to me (both faces losing their pretence a little bit),
The Boy is Mine"

In the arena, the girls were back to back; each shifting through racks of weapons.

Testing a blade's sharpness, Astrid imagined it slicing a whore's fingers off. "Must you do the things you do?
Keep on acting like a fool! (The first blade wasn't wide enough, the next one was longer)You need to know, it's me not you (another sort of club had spikes in it; it matched her outfit well) And if you didn't know it, girl it's true."

The spears Heather saw all seemed too dull. But she found very neat gauntlet; it looked good enough to tear open a shank's empty chest. "I think that you should realize and try to understand; He is a part of my life, (axes weren't her thing but the irony was too good to skip) I know it's killing you inside!"

Picking up a small hammer, Astrid figured it was best for putting more force into the heart by itself than the whole head. "You can say what you want to say. (Her voice went up an octave) What we have, you can't take! "

Turning around to face the boyfriend-stealer, Astrid let her annoyance show. She felt it fair enough to warn the big-nosed floozy how painful this was gonna get.
"Find the truth, you can't escape, (she gripped two hammers; a fat small one and one with broke blades in it) I can tell the real, from the fake! "

Wanting to give the boyfriend-beating-harpy a little humility, Heather chose a mace with three balls. She stared at Astrid with pity and something close to loathing. "When will you get the picture? (her soft face was sharpening) You're the past, I'm the future. (she saw Astrid flex her fingers)Get away, it's my time to shine."

There's the lifting of weapons and two balls of fury crash together.
Both; "If you didn't know, (mace around hammers, arms up and forehands close) the boy is mine!"

Close up to Hiccup's terrified face in the Grand Hall.
From the back he felt two gentle little hands grab his shoulders. Any other day he'd melt like butter under them, but right now he felt too sick for comfort of any kind.

"You can't destroy this love I've found. (Heather lowered her chin to Hiccup's head)Your silly games, I won't allow
The boy is mine, without a doubt. (Elegant fingers playing with his neck)You might as well throw in the towel."

Yeah, that's not gonna happen anytime soon, Hiccup thought.
On his chest were much stronger hands, pushing the delicate fingers away. Those familiar hands could go lethal in a second. A lot of days they did very nice things; today did not promise anything nice.
"What makes you think that he wants you? When I'm the one who's kept him safe, (her chin was parallel to his forehead; he liked the smell but not the hate vibes) he's got a special place inside my heart. (she tugged him closer to her chest.) Cause he was my love, right from the start."

Even in his reprehensible position, Hiccup took a guilty pleasure from his face on the blonde's- tug from the back, just miserable guilt is back. If he ignored his weak stomach, Hiccup could concentrate on feeling on the back of his head Heather's- TUG, Astrid's rough pull would leave marks for tomorrow.

"You need to give it up! (Tugging continues) Had about enough!"

More slamming of hammers and maces, the girls were again in the Arena. Weapons banging against one another, no one was winning and both had a lot of aggression to get out.

"I'm sorry that you…(!)" Astrid pushed the other girl into a wall.
"….seem to be confused!" Heather ducked down and Astrid brought down one hammer and pushed herself into Astrid's torso.
"He belongs to me!"

Astrid was on her back, but used her hand's back to swipe the mace out of Heather's hand. That was okay with her, Heather wanted to feel Astrid's veins burst under her own force. If eyes were dagger then both of them would be shredded until unrecognizable.

Very slowly and in sync;
"The boy. Is. Mine."

In the Grand hall, Astrid pushed Hiccup to the floor to grab Heather's throat. The brunette was ready for it; arms up- she grabbed Astrid's shoulders. They fell on the floor- a ball of hitting, slapping, pulling, pinching and biting the other.

The boys sat on the side, no one moved. Fishlegs was eating a crunchy snack while his big eyes stayed on the crazy scene. Next to him, Snotlout was thanking Odin in his mind.

Hiccup was rubbing his side when he felt two arms go around him. They weren't nice girl arms; slender and elegant or well sculpted. They were muscular, long guy arms- holding him really tight.

"What are you doing?" Hiccup curiously asked Tuffnut.

"You're stupid and you'd try to stop this." The male twin said. "Not on my time, pal."

His female twin, Ruffnut was sitting next to him when he said this. She watched Hiccup sigh and then she watched two girls fight in the center.

She rolled her own eyes. "I'm surrounded by idiots."