Confounded seems to be a reoccurring feeling, upon witnessing the Thorston twins in any given situation. Anything they do is bizarre, borderline morbid. At least, on the surface. It’s a testament to their friendship, that Hiccup is mostly unfazed by their behavior. Mostly. He knows that there’s much more to them than the destructive tendencies which have made them infamous among the tribe. He has no experience with siblings. He won’t pretend to. But he’ll attempt to mediate, regardless.
“As entertaining as all this probably is to you, don’t y'think he’s been stuck long enough? It’s been an hour.”
A somewhat disgruntled response came from the branches above, but Ruffnut was too busy lost in the hilarity of the situation to even register it in her mind. Her sides were aching by the time the laughter had subsided. It definitely wasn’t the FIRST TIME that this had happened, but it was the firs time that week, and in her mind, she thought it should happen more often, because quite obviously, it didn’t happen enough. She was going to make it happen though. She and Barf had a plan.
“But he looks like he’s having so much fun. You know, we should keep him up there and wait to hear him beg to come back down.”
