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There's Something You Don't See Everyday

Stoick the Vast stood at the edge of the barn, watching as Tuffnut did the dirty job of mucking out the stalls. He had given the boy the punishment for only two days, as really, stealing his helmet was not the worst thing the Thorston boy had done. Tuffnut had even endured his punishment with no whining, which was unusual.

"Alright, Tuffnut." Stoick finally spoke and the boy looked at him hopefully, his grip on the shovel already going lax. "That's enough. Try another stupid stunt like that again and you'll wish you were mucking out the barn for the rest of your life."

"Yes sir." Tuffnut eagerly tossed the shovel aside. "Thank you sir."

Stoick merely grunted as the boy tore past him and straight for the Great Hall. The tribe leader shook his head and moved on to the next task of the day.

The blonde boy burst into the Great Hall, immediately eliciting cries of disgust from the Vikings gathered at the various wooden tables. His friends, who were used to the off-putting stench of the twins, merely wrinkled their noses as Tuffnut dropped onto the bench beside his sister. Ruffnut scowled and punched him in the arm. "Couldn't you have bothered to take a bath before coming over here?"

"I don't bathe." Tuffnut said dismissively. To irritate his friends further, he grabbed a piece of fish from Snotlout's plate and rubbed it under his armpits. "There. Is that better?"

"Surprisingly, yes." Astrid muttered.

"Enough chit-chat!" Snotlout exclaimed, hardly minding that his lunch had been stolen. "Tuff, what's your dare for Ruff?"

"Ah, that is the most obvious person I'd dare, isn't it?" Tuffnut said mysteriously. "But no! I am going to dare Fishlegs!"

"Eep!" The husky boy squeaked.

"This should be interesting." Ruffnut mused and rested her chin in her hands. "What is it?"

"Fishlegs, I dare you to chase a herd of sheep through the village while wearing a dress, while singing a song and while riding Meatlug who will be dressed as a fish!" Tuffnut threw his arms out dramatically.

A stunned silence descended upon the table before most of the teens burst into laughter. Fishlegs looked absolutely stricken and Hiccup clapped a hand over his mouth to muffle his giggles. "That's...creative." Hiccup managed to say.

"I'm gonna pee!" Astrid cackled and slapped the surface of the table with the palm of her hand. "And Fishlegs hasn't even done it yet."

"Where am I supposed to get a dress?" Fishlegs cried. "And how the heck am I supposed to dress Meatlug up as a fish?"

"We'll help!" Astrid tried to regain control and punched Hiccup in the shoulder. "I'm sure I can find a dress somewhere. Can we throw in some makeup to?"

"Yes!" Tuffnut exclaimed. "That is a good idea."

"Astrid!"

"I'm sorry!" Astrid held back a chuckle. "I just can't wait to see this."

"Get to it!" Snotlout urged, waving Astrid, Hiccup and Fishlegs off. "This is going to be hilarious!"

Fishlegs moaned and slumped after his friends. "This is going to be humiliating."

"Hey, you'll be able to get Tuffnut back sooner or later." Hiccup assured the boy. "And don't worry, when Snotlout decides to dare me, I'm going to be in the same boat as you."

"Hiccup, you work on turning Meatlug into a fish." Astrid ordered. "I'm gonna grab a dress. We'll meet at the grazing fields in an hour."

"Do-able," Hiccup agreed and set off. Astrid grabbed Fishlegs by the arm and led him over to his house. Fishlegs gaped as the blonde threw open his front door and ventured inside.

"We are not stealing one of my mother's dresses! She'll kill me!"

"We're borrowing." Astrid corrected. She stumbled upon the room of Fishlegs' parents and went straight for the wooden chest. She rummaged around and removed a dark purple dress adorned with brass buttons and a lacy hem. "Perfect! Where does your mother keep her makeup?"

"She only has crushed roses." Fishlegs finally admitted, pointing at the shelf above the bed. "She uses it to brighten her cheeks for special occasions."

Astrid snagged the small satchel from the shelf her friend pointed out. "Let's go to the grazing fields. I don't anyone to see you in this get-up until everything is together."

"You shouldn't be having so much fun with this." Fishlegs muttered.

...

An hour later, Hiccup arrived at the grazing fields with Meatlug in tow. Astrid nearly fell from the wooden fence, she was laughing so hard. Hiccup had used metal rods to make the frames of fish fins and a fish tail. He then filled the frame with parchment that was dyed a silvery-blue. "That's great!"

Hiccup grinned and patted Meatlug on the head. "She was pretty cooperative to. How's Fishlegs holding up?"

"Better than I thought he would." The blonde turned her head slightly. "Fishlegs! It's time!"

The boy reluctantly emerged from behind the chicken coop. Hiccup snorted with laughter and hastily turned it into a cough. "Um...it's not so bad."

Fishlegs glared. The purple dress was tight and itchy. Since he was actually taller than his mother, the dress revealed a bit of his chunky legs. Not to mention Astrid went crazy with the crushed rose-his cheeks were a bright pinkish-red.

"Okay," Astrid wheezed, holding her stomach. "We're gonna go get the rest of the guys. We'll whistle when we're all gathered in the plaza."

"I hate you." Fishlegs said half-heartedly. The two grinned before departing. The husky boy turned to see his dragon giving him a curious look. "Yeah. I know. I'm a weirdo with weird friends. Be thankful you look ten-times better than I do."

Meatlug growled softly in agreement.

Fishlegs mounted Meatlug and urged her into the grazing fields. The sheep eyed him and started bleating. "Oh great. They're laughing at me now."

Suddenly, a sharp whistle echoed across Berk. Fishlegs swallowed thickly. "There's the whistle. Oh, shoot, I gotta sing a song to, don't I? Uh...I'll make one up."

He took a deep breath and started to sing the first lyrics that came to mind.

I am a Viking of some note.
Fishlegs' my name and here I float
Out on the sea in a great big boat.

The sheep, startled by the terribly off-key voice, started stampeding for the open gate. Fishlegs chased after them and whimpered when the plaza quickly came into view.

And I'm the one who beats the drum in time
To stroke the oars that drive our galleons on.
And while we rowed we had our song
And we had our god, and it may seem odd.

The sheep raced through the plaza, causing Vikings to holler and jumped out of the way. The five teens were sitting safely on Snotlout's roof, watching as the sheep tore through the plaza with Fishlegs following behind. They were all screaming with laughter, the reactions of the other Vikings utterly priceless and Fishlegs' singing completely hilarious.

But at least there was a cause
Caught a wind and we upped the sail.
Lost two ships when it turned to a gale
Down went a third when she rammed on a whale.

Toothless watched in bafflement at the scene before him. He shuffled back a bit to avoid being slammed into by the sheep and a rapidly-approaching Meatlug. "What is going on?" He rumbled.

"I wish I knew. Your boy dressed me up and my boy started doing...this." Meatlug called as she hurried by. "I think one of the twins put him up to it, from what Hiccup was saying when he apologized for dressing me up like this."

Toothless watched as Fishlegs, Meatlug and the sheep disappeared from the plaza. He eyed the stunned Vikings before drifting his gaze to the hysterical teenagers on the roof across the plaza. Astrid and Hiccup were holding onto each other for support and Snotlout had tears of mirth streaming down his face.

And then there were the twins, who were laughing so hard they rolled off the edge of the roof.

Toothless quickly swooped in, the twins landing safely on his back. The event did not stop the twins from laughing. Ruffnut patted his head and giggled madly. "T-t-thanks, Toothless. D-d-did you see Fishlegs?"

"That was the single greatest moment in my life." Tuffnut breathed. "I am a genius."

Dare suggested by Living Encyclopedia :)

The song is the Song of the Viking by Todd Rundgren. Obviously, I do not own the song (I just changed one little word to Fishlegs).

Next chapter: In which Fishlegs dares Hiccup.