My dear sister challenged me to mix How to Train Your Dragon with Ouran High School Host Club, be prepared for idiocy.

.: Start :.

"Alright everyone!" Tamaki said loudly as he entered Music Room 3. "I have our next decorative task!"

"And that would be…" Haruhi said, leaving the ending off for Tamaki to finish.

"Vikings!" He exclaimed loudly.

"And just how would we do that?" Kyoka asked, he for one, was not liking the idea.

"Simple, girls like the primal type, so we dress up like Vikings and the girls will love it! Especially because this is such a refined school, the primal love will be perfect."

"Wasn't asking why it would be a good topic, I was asking how we are going to get this room to look like Norway with out causing serious damage to this room."

"Rocks will be fake, import some plants miniature huts where we can have tables inside and mood music. Of course were going to need some bones or something."

"You mean fake bones, right?" Honey said shyly.

"Sure…" Tamaki said.

"All right!" Hikaru and Kaoru said as they gave each other a high five.

Servants poured into the room as it started to become a fake northerly waste land. Rock by rock, and plant by plant Music Room 3 became a Viking village.

"It's missing something…" Tamaki said.

"How about that old 'cursed' sword that is in the museum on lend. I'm sure they would be willing to lend it to a reputable school such as ours." The twins said and they swayed back and forth, obviously up to something.

"I suppose." Tamaki said.

Kyoka pulled out his cell phone to request the suggestion.

"Sure, okay, well have it back." He said. He closed his phone. "They say we can borrow it for exactly 2 hours, then we have to have it back.

"Fine." Tamaki sighed. As he went over to sulk in the corner.

.:Later:.

The sword arrived in a case covered in a purple cloth. Honey pulled the cloth off carefully as the sword was reviled. A long piece of metal with numerous chips in the blade where shown.

"Ohhhh!" They said in unison. Never before had they ordered this old an antique.

Kyoka looked at the handle of the sword, this is a left hand worn sword, and… evidentially the user was very bi-lingual. Kyoka picked it up as numerous words were scribbled on the handle, as if to be remembered by the user.

"I only know Salve, Bonjour and Pozdravljeni."

The guard who held the case said to the Host Club "Legend says if it is put into the fire the last to use it will be transported to modern times. But it is only a tale." He put the case on the table as he walked out. The Twins smiled at each other.

"You know what we need to do right?" Hikaru said. They sent a silent nod between themselves as they put the tip of the sword in the fireplace. They then pulled it out hoping nobody had seen what they did, however everyone was right behind them as they did this. The sword dropped to the floor upon seeing the rest of the Host Club behind them.

Suddenly the sword began to shake, rocking back and forth as a loud pop echoed through the room. A small greenish dragon sat in front of them with a wart on the middle of it's nose. The small dragon had to be no longer than a Pomeranian. He stared at them with large dragon eyes similar in look to Honey's and Haruhi's.

Suddenly a bang came from outside the door followed by a high pitched scream.

"!" A small boy yelled as he ran into the room. He was scrawny like a stick and fiery red hair to match his lean stature.

"Zaprite vrata, hitro!" He yelled. Mori understanding what he had said closed the door behind him. The group looked at each other in astonishment and complete clueless-ness.

"Kaj se je zgodilo, kje sem?"

"Your at the Ouran High School, Host Club." Mori said, surprising everyone by using his one line a day to answer a question in some other language.

"You speak Japanese, correct?" The boy asked.

"Yes…" They replied.

"Well, I at least know your language and it's not English or something rather strange."

Agreed!" The twins said who were taking French.

"However, that still doesn't answer my question, where am I, and why am I here?"

"Well, Hikaru and Kaoru wanted to try out a legend that if you put an old sword into the fire it will bring back the last person who touched it." Haruhi explained.

A loud sound started up after she said this, followed by clanking and a piece of the floor foving upward. A lould obnoxious laugh started as a girl in a yellow dress with a parasol spun, seemingly rising from no where.

"Ahh so you found yourself a little Viking boy!" She cried as she looked at him. he's rather cute too! I see potential in him for this club. Now, what's your dirty past little one?" She said as she smiled evilly. The boy's eyes grew larger as she continued to prod him for a stereotype. Haruhi stepped in front of their manager shielding the boy.

"Leave him be, we can't take him in, besides he doesn't seem the type to be in a host club."

"Nither does Honey-Sama but he's in here, and you are too." Tamaki said with a mischievous gleam in his eye as if to reveal her secret.

Haruhi sighed as she looked to the boy. Say what's your name?" She asked.

"Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Third." She stated.

"Bit long isn't it?" Hikaru said.

"Not really." Hiccup replied.

"Well Hicccup, welcome to the Host Club, now what's your type? The Strong Silent Type, The Boy Lolita type, how about The Mischievous Type, or the Cool Type, perhaps The Natural type like Haruhi here." Hiccup started to back up, these guys were weird!

"Or perhaps, you're here to impose on my throne as the reigning King of the Host Club!" Tamkai said as he got progressively louder.

"Oh no, never! I'm just here because well, I'm not really sure, why am I here?"

"Were not quite sure." The Host Club replied.

Suddenly a large blaze of fire erupted from the back of the room, catching some of the nearby curtains on fire. They turned around to see the little green dragon from earlier sitting indignantly on a stone. He made a strange sound that sounded, well reptilian.

"Now Toothless, that's not kind!" Hiccup said to the little dragon who sat, reproachful in front of the fireplace.

"Are you talking to the dragon, lizard thing?" Tamaki asked.

"Of course, he speaks perfectly sensible Dragoneze." Hiccup stated.

They all looked at each other astonished and somewhat confused as to the reason this boy and apparently his dragon were here. Though these questions floated in mid-air, the more important problem was, how would they get them back?