The following night everyone was having dinner in the Clubhouse. Hiccup made sure to sit next to Astrid, who did not mind in the slightest. Snotlout had numerous red blotches on his arms and was keeping his distance from everybody.

"Hiccup, I was thinking," Fishlegs said as they started passing around the food and drinks, "You remember that Triple Stryke we rescued? Don't you think it's about time to start training it for real?"

"We'll get started tomorrow." Hiccup promised.

"You think we can actually do it?" Astrid asked, "It didn't work the last time we tried,"

"We'll find a way," Hiccup assured her, "We always do, don't we?"

She smiled and Hiccup nearly dropped the dish of potatoes. "Yes we do,"

Snotlout raised his mug. "A Toast to a successful training!"

"To a successful training!" everyone else repeated. They drank and then spat their drinks out, coughing and gagging. Everyone except Heather and Snotlout that is. Snotlout looked thrilled, Heather looked confused.

"Pepper!" Fishlegs rasped. "Who put pepper in the drinks?"

"VENGENCE IS MINE!" Snotlout cried, standing tall, "And Heather, notice I didn't put any in your drink? I wanted to show the Future Mrs. 'Lout that I can be caring and considerate and not harbor a grudge against her and—" that was when he realized there were six angry people looking at him. "Oh dear…"

"Sic him, gang!"

"You'll have to catch me first!" He bolted from the room, the other Riders and their dragons hard on his heels.

"Does that mean we have your permission to prank you to a pulp when we catch you?" Hiccup called after him. Snotlout did not answer. He just kept running, thinking to lose them in the woods. Then he fell into the Twin's boar pit.

"Darn those two!" he shouted as he gingerly tried to pick himself up. He took two paces and stepped in a snare, which hoisted him feet first into a tree.

"THOSE DIRTY NO GOOD (Excised by the Censors)!" he shouted. It was only a matter of time now before they caught him. He would just have to come up with a subtler retaliation next time. He looked about and saw Chicken sitting on the branch he was hanging from, peering down at him innocently. "I tell you Chicken, I am never giving anyone my permission again!"

The End

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