“I’m almost afraid to ask, but what exactly do you do with a boar pit?” Hiccup frowned, his face screwing up with a wary concern– the twins' nearly manic giggling was finally starting to get into his head.
“You put boars in it and watch them run around like headless chickens,DUH.” Ruff replied, like it had been the most obvious answer known to man, and to someone like her, it had. Rolling her eyes, she turned back towards Hiccup, “What did you think we’d do with a boar pit? Roll around in it until we looked like boars?”
Valka was keen on swerving smartly out of the way of further dramatizations, her eyes focused tersely towards the horizon from whence Ruffnut and her consistently pleasant twin had flown - neither of whom Valka found particular evidence that they were trustworthy dragon-keepers.
❝ An’ when’s the last time they’ve been watered?❞
Gods, Hiccup and his mother were alike. What did she think she was, incapable or something? Puh-lease! Ruff knew how to take care of Barf and Belch to the degree that they needed. Barf, anyway. Belch wasn’t her problem because he wasn’t HER head. If Valka wanted to know about him, then she would just have to ask Tuffnut.
Even so…
“Wait, dragons need to be watered?“ She pondered out loud, tapping her chin with the fingers of her right hand. “Now, does that put them in the same class as Gobber’s yak flower or does that make them something else?”
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“ Ouch! Hey! Stop that! That kind of hurt, you know! “ He scolded as he pulled his hand back.
The dog pulled back, allowing Ruth — or RUFFNUT as she preferred to be called — to slip her fingers through his collar. She hadn’t even noticed that Barf had escaped out of her line of vision. “Watch out. He bites.”
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.”
A huff of exasperated indignation was snorted alongside smokey tendrils in the aggressive girl’s direction, as he was aptly rejected from being in her given space. While it was somewhat irritating in of itself, a bit of a bruise on his pride, as he was the coolest dragon here, honestly, she should /beg/ him to be around her- no, no, there was a reason for this breach of personal space.
Without so much as an apology, that massive cranium was shoved once again into the viking’s shoulder, a slightly less gentle nudge this time. Several rumbling tones sounded, as the pointy Nightmare attempted to explain his predicament. Of course, being unable to articulate any form of language, all that came out were clicks, screeches, and a few well-spaced roars.
“
ขอขขอ
ะะ ขะ
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Ѩ
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| |That’s the problem, I /can’t/ find him, it’s STUPID.| |
Hooked pads tromped against the ground in frustration, attached wings causing the fit to hurl dust and debris each and every direction. The way the fiery reptile viewed it, who better to find a stupid, smelly human who made no sense than /another/ dumb, smelly human who made no sense?
She almost coughed when the smoke settled in a small puff around her head, but being a DRAGON TRAINER, it had something she had grown used to over the past couple of years, and she thought nothing of it. Instead, Ruffnut stared dumbly back at him, wafting the smoke away with her hands as the expression of disinterest hardened into plain boredom.
There were TWO THINGS that would, without a doubt, lose her interest:
1. Fishlegs’ new theory about the Boneknapper dragon
2. Anything that didn’t concern her at the current time.
This was definitely a case of the second. And where in Odin’s name was Snotlout while all this was happening? She’d bet her left boot that he had buggered off somewhere else and left Hookfang to it. How typically selfish of him, a thought that Ruffnut felt the rest of the world NEEDED to know. She was never going to understand the other dragons as well as Hiccup or Valka, but she wasn’t entirely stupid. Even if it had taken a moment longer than necessary.
“I’m ‘Team Barfnut’, not ‘Team Rufffang’,” she grumbled as the ground shook beneath her feet shook, and a stray rock clunked against her helmet. “And OW, stop that.”
“You’re not my dragon,” Ruffnut pushed the beast’s nose away from her, the features of her face contorting into mild distaste as the palms of her hands met with his scales. “Go and find Snotlout, already.”
