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Ambush of the Disgusting Kind

"Ow. Ow. I am hurt. I am very much hurt."

Ruffnut rolled her eyes and scowled when her brother put all his weight on her, his human crutch. The girl grunted as he slouched against her, eyes half-lidded and ankle hanging just above the ground. "Dude, you are such a wimp!"

"Excuse me." Tuffnut said indigently. "Not only did I get a reaction to the snake bite, Gobber forced me to spend all of last night sharpening axes and swords. My hands are completely messed up."

Sure enough, the white bandages that covered his ankle matched the ones wrapped firmly around his hands. Ruffnut let out a huff of breath, tempted to just drop her brother and leave him thrashing in the wet morning grass.

Unfortunately she had been given strict orders from her parents to make sure Tuffnut did not aggravate his injuries.

"I am so gonna get Snotlout back next round." Tuffnut growled. His ankle gave a throb and he let out a whine. "Are we there yet?"

Ruffnut paused, a few feet away from the steps leading to the Great Hall, which had become the daily meeting place for the group of Viking teens. She glared. "I'm the one who's carrying someone who looks and smells like an ox. You also weigh as much as one. So excuse me if I'm not moving fast enough for your liking."

The girl hauled her brother up the steps and into the hall. She dragged him over to the table where the rest of their friends were sitting and dumped him beside Snotlout. "There. Happy?"

"No." Tuffnut pouted and glowered at Snotlout. "You, sir, will get yours."

"Actually, I won't." Snotlout grinned smugly. "You are out of the game. You used a pass when Hiccup dared you to cut off Ruffnut's braids and you failed this one."

"But I got someone!" Tuffnut protested. "It wasn't the Chief, but it was someone close to him."

"Doesn't count." Snotlout smirked. "So I guess you went through all that for nothing."

"I hate you." Tuffnut growled.

"I really think you guys should stop this." Fishlegs said. "I mean, someone's gonna really get hurt."

"You don't say?" Tuffnut snapped, raising his damaged ankle and waving it in the air.

"And what do you mean, you guys?" Snotlout demanded. "You're a part of this too."

"Actually, I'm not." Fishlegs could not help but sigh with relief. "I'm out of the game too. I failed the dare with the rotten fish and I passed on the one to steal Hiccup's prosthetic."

"You are a good friend, Fishlegs." Hiccup complimented, casting a frown at Snotlout.

"So you're out?" Tuffnut exclaimed.

"I'm out." Fishlegs confirmed.

"But I was gonna dare you next!" Tuffnut slammed his fist down on the wooden table. "This is just not my week. Wait, am I even allowed to dare someone?"

"Sure." Ruffnut shrugged. "Why not? It'll make things more interesting if those who are out of the game can still give out dares."

Astrid rested her chin in her hands. "Sounds good to me. And I think we all figured that Fishlegs would be the first to get out. Tuffnut, on the other hand, never figured he'd be the second one out."

"Neither did I." Tuffnut groused.

"I think I might follow their lead." Hiccup muttered under his breath. "Before one of you kills me."

"Good idea!" Tuffnut pointed a finger at the scrawny boy. "I was gonna give this dare to Fishlegs, but since he's out I guess I'll give it to you."

"You really don't have to-"

"I dare you to bungee jump off of Toothless and ambush the next Viking that takes a bath in the hot springs."

Hiccup was sorely tempted to drive a fork through an eye-whether it was his or Tuffnut's didn't really matter. "Gack?"

"Yes." Tuffnut leaned back and smiled with pride. "I did come up with that all by myself."

"Ambush them with what?" Hiccup cried. "My fists? Like that's gonna go over well."

Hiccup immediately regretted bringing up this point when a wicked smile crossed Tuffnut's features. "You're going to ambush them…with dragon poo." He whispered.

A chorus of oh snap! and he went there! erupted from the group of teens. Hiccup paled and slunk in his seat.

"Well. I'm dead."

…

It was late in the afternoon when Hiccup mounted Toothless with a bucket of foul-smelling ammo and a rope attached to his waist, the other end hooked to Toothless' saddle.

Toothless snarled with disgust, hitting the bucket with his wing. Why are you bringing that?

"Yeah, I know, it's disgusting." Hiccup slipped his foot into the pedal. "But it's my fault, really. I'm the one who wanted friends."

It wouldn't be so bad if your friends weren't insane. Toothless thought, obeying the nudge Hiccup gave him and taking off into the air.

They flew over the forest and towards the hot springs, which were a group of circular pools that were lined by white rocks. It was quite a trek to get there and most Vikings without dragons didn't feel the need to walk such a ways in order to take a bath.

But, as was Hiccup's luck, he could distantly make out a figure relaxing in one of the pools below. Hiccup's eyes strayed to the cliffs arching over the area, spotting Snotlout and Hookfang watching from the lip of the cliff, unnoticed by the Viking below.

"Great. We have an audience." Hiccup muttered.

Then a thought struck him. How would Snotlout know a Viking would be taking a bath at that very moment?

The answer hit when Toothless hovered close enough for Hiccup to get a good look.

It was Spitelout.

"Lovely. I'm about to douse my uncle with dragon poo." Hiccup groaned.

Spitelout's eyes were closed, his face turned upwards to the shining sun. Hiccup slowly stood up and removed his foot from the pedal, making sure to keep it in position so that Toothless would be able to fly even after his rider had jumped off. "Will you attend my funeral?"

Of course. I'll even light the funeral pyre.

"Here goes nothing." Hiccup swallowed nervously, closed his eyes, and jumped.

The air sailed through his messy brown hair, the contents of the bucket dangerously close to flying up into Hiccup's face. The second the rope grew taunt Hiccup upended the bucket, dumping the disgusting contents all over Spitelout.

Snap!

The rope snapped, sending Hiccup crashing into the water. Spitelout's screams of horror were quickly overtaken by Hiccup's screams of panic. The boy jumped out of the pool and ran like mad into the forest, water dripping from his clothes.

"You little punk! You disgusting cretin! Come back and show yourself so I can rip you apart!" Spitelout screamed, dunking his head and frantically trying to clean the dragon poo off of him. When he got most of it off, he tore from the hot spring and chased after his assailant.

Snotlout's screams of laughter and Toothless' disgusted growling were covered up by the angry roars of one Spitelout Jorgenson.

Dare suggestion by Cottonmouth25.

Next chapter: In which Hiccup dares Astrid. Hmm…this should be interesting.

So Fishlegs and Tuffnut are out, as they both used their two passes. They can still give out dares, however. They can also be a part of double dares-dares that take place with two people. After all, what fun would it be if they just sat back and watched? :P