"Ah, that feels so much better." Tuffnut and Ruffnut were 'chilling' out at the beach. More specifically, soaking their burns in water. Barf and Belch swam and dashed about in the ocean finishing it off with a big splash, giving the Twins a much needed shower. They both sat in silence dripping wet from head to toe. "I guess we deserved that. Havn't bathed in weeks!" Ruffnut grimaced and pushed her wet hair out of her eyes. "Ha, yeah, you usually smell but lately it's been really strong." Tuffnut agreed innocently. He promptly received a punch in the head.
Back at the house that was no longer on fire, Fishlegs had to drag Snotlout from his adoring fans so they could scout the area for debris, as was the custom. "Ugh, Can't we skip this part? The ladies need me, Fishlegs. I can't deny them this!" Snotlout gestured to his flexing bicep. Fishlegs just shook his head. "Would you prefer me to dob you in to the Council? I could give them a juicy detailed recollection of last night at the tavern?" Snotlouts faced drained of colour and he grew quiet, "...you wouldn't." Fishlegs knowing he had the advantage gave him a menacing look and then stalked off in the direction of the Council. "Wouldn't I?" "Okay! Okay! Fine! Wait up." They walked on in silence to the back of the house. Then, Fishlegs started to giggle. "What?" asked Snotlout, angrily. "It's just...you..." he paused to giggle some more, then continued, "if it was this easy to get you to do what you're supposed to do I would have blackmailed you long ago!" "Oh yeah? Well, it won't work again! I'm never going to listen to a thing you say! Starting from now.." Snotlout crossed his arms and hummed to himself. "Wanna make a bet?" Fishlegs prompted, eyebrows raised. Snotlout scratched his chin in thought, "Snotlout never backs down from a challenge!" Fishlegs burst out laughing again. "You...do realise that.. you.. 'listened' to me just then?" "Ugh!"
Hiccup rode for a few hours until he reached his destination. He'd been preparing for this trip for a while but still managed to get lost. It wasn't necessarily a bad thing though as he could take in the scenery and enjoy the freedom. A few months ago he'd come across a strange item sorting out some of his fathers belongings. Hiccup pulled the object from his leather satchel to study it for the unteenth time. It was a colourful but ragged tapestry, in need of repair. Something that Fishlegs would love to get his hands on and work with, but not something he thought his Dad would keep in his room. No one was ever allowed in the 'Chiefs' den, but months after his death Hiccup thought enough was enough and curiosity got the better of him. Hiccup made a grimace remembering the strange guilt and slightly excited feelings he had rummaging through a once forbidden room. Stoick held many treasures and memories in his den including his own mothers breast plate, a drawing of his grandparents and a stick... which Hiccup hoped had some sentimental value attached to it. He also found a tapestry with a familiar signature attached. Toothless shifted under Hiccup. You think you know someone, he thought, then they go and hide a suspicious item in their helmet. He chuckled despite himself.