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A short story I wrote during my Short Story Saturday stream I did alongside 
RockyTheProcy's Free Sketch Friday stream (5/28/16). This story was won by 
fatthoron2, who wanted a story based on this picture.
How to Train Your Dragon & all related materials are © Cressida Cowell & DreamWorks Animation.
Word Count: 1462
Storm Dolts
“So WHY are they making us clean this attic again?”
“Because of the fish prank.”
“Oh yeah, that was AWESOME!”
Tuffnut and Ruffnut Thorston are fraternal twins, which goes to show that Vikings know shit about genetics as those freakish monsters look scarily alike. They’re similar in many ways, namely that they have a constant and blatant disregard for other people’s safety and reputation, which is why they LOVE pulling pranks when they can. After a fish based prank that went horribly wrong (or right, depending on your perspective), the two were sentenced to clean out the attic space of an old hut. The place was dingy, dusty, dirty, and therefore delightful, relatively speaking. “So, who lived here again? Tuffnut inquired as he looked through rotting pieces of junk.
“I dunno, some old weirdo or something. They had no kids, so all their junk stayed up here” Ruffnut replied, her hands constantly brushing away clouds of dust.
“Hey! I think I just found something awesome” Tuffnut exclaimed whilst taking a peek from underneath a blanket. Pulling it away, he found an obscenely old and dirty book under it.
“Hey, lemme see that” Ruffnut demanded, scrabbling past stacks of junk.
“No way sis, I found it, it’s mine” Tuffnut steadfastly insisted, one arm out to block her.
In a swift movement his sister swivelled about, pinning his arm behind him back and tossing him aside. Fingers wiggling gleefully, Ruffnut opened the book, only to find most of the pages were fairly rotted. She frowned as she looked past each page, only finding barely legible scraps of runes from amongst mould and mildew attacks. “Ugh, well, what’s in the book?” Tuffnut demanded as he picked himself up haggardly.
“Most of the book is bunk, it’s all rotten” Ruffnut sighed, closing the dusty book with a dust cloud thud.
The book then summarily melted into a pile of dust and mashed paper. “Hey, what about that?” Tuffnut exclaimed again, pointing to an idol standing atop a ragged table.
Trudging over, the two twins regarded the dust-coated gold idol. Reaching out carefully, the male twin tapped the idol, and the table collapsed, sending the idol to the ground, and through the roof. The twins peered through the hole, and frowned. “Wow, whoever lived here had a bunch of junk” Ruffnut remarked.
“Well, here’s something that doesn’t suck” Tuffnut exclaimed for a third time as he looked through a small box.
Inside was a bunch worn chains and charms, one of which caught the female twin’s eyes. Untangling the chain from the others, Ruffnut quickly grew enamoured with a charm in the shape of a gust of wind. “Huh, this is kinda nice” she mused as she placed it around her neck.
“Yeah, a dainty prissy girl like you would think any piece of jewelry is nice” Tuffnut sneered.
“Oh shut up!” Ruffnut shouted angrily, a fierce gale rushing through the building, blowing her impetuous sibling clean across the attic into a pile of junk.
“Ooowwww~” Tuffnut groaned as he hung limp in the pile.
“Whoa” Ruffnut gasped in surprise, an intrigued look at the pendant around her neck. “Wow, you know what this means Tuff?”
“Ow. Yeah, I know what this means: You suck so much you actually blow” Tuff grunted as he picked himself up.
“No you dolt. This amulet thing lets me control the wind. I could blow all this dust away and we’ll be done easily” Ruffnut explained.
“Why do we need to do that? We control air, let’s just prank people with it” Tuffnut suggested.
“Better idea” Ruffnut conceded, discretely amazed that her brother had had one.
Well, the Thorston twins had a pretty good time with their amulet. After ditching responsibility, the two had spent their time using the wind to close doors as people tried to walk in. Nothing really special, they just found it funny watching people walk into doors. And also using the wind to blow a child’s toy around. Mean, but funny. However, Ruffnut was finding that Tuffnut (confusing, ain’t it?) was hogging the amulet. “Hey, it’s my turn now” she insisted (though it was more of a demand).
“Hang on, I’m still trying to get this one door closed” Tuffnut responded as he tried to angle the breeze to shut a door.
“You’ve been trying for five minutes, it’s my turn now” Ruffnut insisted petulantly.
“In a minute” Tuffnut returned.
Ruffnut in return tackled her brother, trying to get the amulet off him. “It’s MY turn” she insisted with her grubby fingers on the slick metal.
“WAIT! YOUR! TURN!” Tuffnut punctuated. For. Emphasis. In their squabble, the medallion flew from their grasp, and into a bucket of fish. “Aww man” Tuffnut grumbled as he released his sister’s braid.
“This is your fault” Ruffnut pointed out as she released her brother from a headlock.
Eying the barrel, neither of them wanted to dive through the smelly fish for it. “Well, you gonna go get it?” Tuffnut inquired.
“Why should I get it? It’s your fault it’s in there because you refused to share” Ruffnut retorted.
“Well maybe I didn’t want to share. And now look, neither of us have it” Tuffnut snapped back.
A sniffling sound caught their attention, and the twins found Hiccup’s Nightfury sniffing around the barrel. Sharing a look, the twins knew they didn’t need to search the fish, when Toothless could do it for them. Of course, they could have just tipped the barrel over, but the thought never occurred to them. “Go on Toothless, eat up. This fish is for you” Tuffnut lied.
“Yeah, this barrel is for you” Ruffnut insisted.
Toothless looked at the Thorston twins inquisitively, and well, why would they lie about food? Tipping the barrel over, there was a rush of scale and leather on the pile. It was honestly gross enough for Ruffnut to turn away, through Tuffnut wasn’t deterred until all the fish was gone, leaving an empty barrel, and nothing else as the dragon ambled off. “Hey, where’s the metal thingy?” he gasped, checking the ground and inside the barrel for their new toy.
Where was it? In the belly of the beast, literally. It had been amongst the first things that Toothless had eaten, and was now jiggling about amongst a pile of half-digested fish, and it was angry. Plodding along lazily, Toothless felt an odd fullness inside of him, though that was probably from the fish the Thortston twins said was his, no big deal. Still, he could use a nap after that meal. Returning back to Hiccup’s house, Toothless took his place on the floor, his eyes closing, but they seemed strained. His belly wasn’t feeling too good, kinda like that time he played around with those funny fishes on that island… wait. Eyes opening, the dragon suddenly became aware that his head and tail were drooping more than usual. Struggling to his legs, the Nightfury found himself inflating at a most dreadful rate. This was a real sense of déjà vu for the dragon as his rounding middle was already pushing his feet off the ground. Groaning loudly, Toothless’ feet rubbed at is bloated middle, his scales creaking from the sudden onset of gas he was suffering from.
Body round like the underside of a boat, the dragon was helpless before the tempest raging within his body. Heck, his cheeks were already bloating from the sheer force of the air inflating him, and his expansive middle surged outwards, claiming every inch of his neck and tail, thick tyres forming at his joints so that they could consume the dragon’s limbs. His reckless inflation continued without ceasing, his body rounding out as his back inflated upwards, the scales on his wings bloated from the air’s desperate filling. The material on his saddle creaked loudly, the straps tearing apart in their inability to contain the bulk of the dragon. Practically exploding off of his inflated body, Toothless felt his forelegs and hind legs disappear into his immensely round body. Jutting out thick and useless, the dragon groaned loudly as his inflated body brushed the back of his head, the only part of his body untouched by the storm within him as he became an enormous black ball of a Nightfury, with only a few inches of tail sticking out behind him to remind you of that fact. Panting haggardly, the dragon tried his best to roll about, but as he now filled up most of the hut, he was just glad that nothing sharp was digging into him.
“Toothless, I’m ho-”
The dragon’s young rider stared from the open door, and he could only say one thing: “Blink twice if the twins had something to do with this.”
Toothless blinked twice.
RockyTheProcy's Free Sketch Friday stream (5/28/16). This story was won by 
fatthoron2, who wanted a story based on this picture..:Rated general for:.
>InflationHow to Train Your Dragon & all related materials are © Cressida Cowell & DreamWorks Animation.
Word Count: 1462
If you enjoyed the story, feel free to comment and fave, I'd really appreciate it.Storm Dolts
“So WHY are they making us clean this attic again?”
“Because of the fish prank.”
“Oh yeah, that was AWESOME!”
Tuffnut and Ruffnut Thorston are fraternal twins, which goes to show that Vikings know shit about genetics as those freakish monsters look scarily alike. They’re similar in many ways, namely that they have a constant and blatant disregard for other people’s safety and reputation, which is why they LOVE pulling pranks when they can. After a fish based prank that went horribly wrong (or right, depending on your perspective), the two were sentenced to clean out the attic space of an old hut. The place was dingy, dusty, dirty, and therefore delightful, relatively speaking. “So, who lived here again? Tuffnut inquired as he looked through rotting pieces of junk.
“I dunno, some old weirdo or something. They had no kids, so all their junk stayed up here” Ruffnut replied, her hands constantly brushing away clouds of dust.
“Hey! I think I just found something awesome” Tuffnut exclaimed whilst taking a peek from underneath a blanket. Pulling it away, he found an obscenely old and dirty book under it.
“Hey, lemme see that” Ruffnut demanded, scrabbling past stacks of junk.
“No way sis, I found it, it’s mine” Tuffnut steadfastly insisted, one arm out to block her.
In a swift movement his sister swivelled about, pinning his arm behind him back and tossing him aside. Fingers wiggling gleefully, Ruffnut opened the book, only to find most of the pages were fairly rotted. She frowned as she looked past each page, only finding barely legible scraps of runes from amongst mould and mildew attacks. “Ugh, well, what’s in the book?” Tuffnut demanded as he picked himself up haggardly.
“Most of the book is bunk, it’s all rotten” Ruffnut sighed, closing the dusty book with a dust cloud thud.
The book then summarily melted into a pile of dust and mashed paper. “Hey, what about that?” Tuffnut exclaimed again, pointing to an idol standing atop a ragged table.
Trudging over, the two twins regarded the dust-coated gold idol. Reaching out carefully, the male twin tapped the idol, and the table collapsed, sending the idol to the ground, and through the roof. The twins peered through the hole, and frowned. “Wow, whoever lived here had a bunch of junk” Ruffnut remarked.
“Well, here’s something that doesn’t suck” Tuffnut exclaimed for a third time as he looked through a small box.
Inside was a bunch worn chains and charms, one of which caught the female twin’s eyes. Untangling the chain from the others, Ruffnut quickly grew enamoured with a charm in the shape of a gust of wind. “Huh, this is kinda nice” she mused as she placed it around her neck.
“Yeah, a dainty prissy girl like you would think any piece of jewelry is nice” Tuffnut sneered.
“Oh shut up!” Ruffnut shouted angrily, a fierce gale rushing through the building, blowing her impetuous sibling clean across the attic into a pile of junk.
“Ooowwww~” Tuffnut groaned as he hung limp in the pile.
“Whoa” Ruffnut gasped in surprise, an intrigued look at the pendant around her neck. “Wow, you know what this means Tuff?”
“Ow. Yeah, I know what this means: You suck so much you actually blow” Tuff grunted as he picked himself up.
“No you dolt. This amulet thing lets me control the wind. I could blow all this dust away and we’ll be done easily” Ruffnut explained.
“Why do we need to do that? We control air, let’s just prank people with it” Tuffnut suggested.
“Better idea” Ruffnut conceded, discretely amazed that her brother had had one.
Well, the Thorston twins had a pretty good time with their amulet. After ditching responsibility, the two had spent their time using the wind to close doors as people tried to walk in. Nothing really special, they just found it funny watching people walk into doors. And also using the wind to blow a child’s toy around. Mean, but funny. However, Ruffnut was finding that Tuffnut (confusing, ain’t it?) was hogging the amulet. “Hey, it’s my turn now” she insisted (though it was more of a demand).
“Hang on, I’m still trying to get this one door closed” Tuffnut responded as he tried to angle the breeze to shut a door.
“You’ve been trying for five minutes, it’s my turn now” Ruffnut insisted petulantly.
“In a minute” Tuffnut returned.
Ruffnut in return tackled her brother, trying to get the amulet off him. “It’s MY turn” she insisted with her grubby fingers on the slick metal.
“WAIT! YOUR! TURN!” Tuffnut punctuated. For. Emphasis. In their squabble, the medallion flew from their grasp, and into a bucket of fish. “Aww man” Tuffnut grumbled as he released his sister’s braid.
“This is your fault” Ruffnut pointed out as she released her brother from a headlock.
Eying the barrel, neither of them wanted to dive through the smelly fish for it. “Well, you gonna go get it?” Tuffnut inquired.
“Why should I get it? It’s your fault it’s in there because you refused to share” Ruffnut retorted.
“Well maybe I didn’t want to share. And now look, neither of us have it” Tuffnut snapped back.
A sniffling sound caught their attention, and the twins found Hiccup’s Nightfury sniffing around the barrel. Sharing a look, the twins knew they didn’t need to search the fish, when Toothless could do it for them. Of course, they could have just tipped the barrel over, but the thought never occurred to them. “Go on Toothless, eat up. This fish is for you” Tuffnut lied.
“Yeah, this barrel is for you” Ruffnut insisted.
Toothless looked at the Thorston twins inquisitively, and well, why would they lie about food? Tipping the barrel over, there was a rush of scale and leather on the pile. It was honestly gross enough for Ruffnut to turn away, through Tuffnut wasn’t deterred until all the fish was gone, leaving an empty barrel, and nothing else as the dragon ambled off. “Hey, where’s the metal thingy?” he gasped, checking the ground and inside the barrel for their new toy.
Where was it? In the belly of the beast, literally. It had been amongst the first things that Toothless had eaten, and was now jiggling about amongst a pile of half-digested fish, and it was angry. Plodding along lazily, Toothless felt an odd fullness inside of him, though that was probably from the fish the Thortston twins said was his, no big deal. Still, he could use a nap after that meal. Returning back to Hiccup’s house, Toothless took his place on the floor, his eyes closing, but they seemed strained. His belly wasn’t feeling too good, kinda like that time he played around with those funny fishes on that island… wait. Eyes opening, the dragon suddenly became aware that his head and tail were drooping more than usual. Struggling to his legs, the Nightfury found himself inflating at a most dreadful rate. This was a real sense of déjà vu for the dragon as his rounding middle was already pushing his feet off the ground. Groaning loudly, Toothless’ feet rubbed at is bloated middle, his scales creaking from the sudden onset of gas he was suffering from.
Body round like the underside of a boat, the dragon was helpless before the tempest raging within his body. Heck, his cheeks were already bloating from the sheer force of the air inflating him, and his expansive middle surged outwards, claiming every inch of his neck and tail, thick tyres forming at his joints so that they could consume the dragon’s limbs. His reckless inflation continued without ceasing, his body rounding out as his back inflated upwards, the scales on his wings bloated from the air’s desperate filling. The material on his saddle creaked loudly, the straps tearing apart in their inability to contain the bulk of the dragon. Practically exploding off of his inflated body, Toothless felt his forelegs and hind legs disappear into his immensely round body. Jutting out thick and useless, the dragon groaned loudly as his inflated body brushed the back of his head, the only part of his body untouched by the storm within him as he became an enormous black ball of a Nightfury, with only a few inches of tail sticking out behind him to remind you of that fact. Panting haggardly, the dragon tried his best to roll about, but as he now filled up most of the hut, he was just glad that nothing sharp was digging into him.
“Toothless, I’m ho-”
The dragon’s young rider stared from the open door, and he could only say one thing: “Blink twice if the twins had something to do with this.”
Toothless blinked twice.
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