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Viggo was well aware that the lists of sins he had committed in his life was long enough that he deserved almost every form of punishment the world could throw at him at this point. However, he would make the arguement that this was a bit excessive.
"Oh will you two stop whining! It's both you idiots faults that we're doing this in the first place!" Ruffnut scolded, dragging both a crying Snotlout and whincing Viggo by the arm, both cursing as the bite marks that covered their arms were jossled.
"Can you please- argh- remind me how exactly this is my fault?" Viggo hissed as Ruffnut pulled tighter on his bloodied arm, the night terror bite stinging as the skin was pulled.
"Because-" Ruffnut says, grunting as she pulls Snotlout up from where he tripped, "You were trying to kill us all not to long ago if I recall correctly, and Snotlout doesn't have enough body space to hold all of the bites!" She rants, as the boy in question lets out a long sob. "So just shut up so we can go convince my idiot brother that he's not turning into a dragon!" She finishes, emphasizing her frustration by shoving them both into the stables, and shoving their mangled arms through the bars of the cage Tuffnut locked himself in.
The two groan as Ruffnut keeps their arms pinned between the bars with an impressive amount of strength as she demands for her brother to compare the bite marks.
"Urgh!!!" Ruffnut growls, kicking a bucket in frustration as her victims pull their arms carefully out of the bars, Viggo putting pressure on his reopened wound.
"You force us to get bit by every dragon on the edge and not a single one matches his bite?" Viggo grumbles, grabbing a cleaning rag from a bucket and pressing it to the wounds on his arm.
"Because your searching in the wrong places! Your comparing bites from other dragons, when we already know it's a lycanwing!" Tuffnut retorts loudly, followed by a loud squak from his chicken that he was clutching in his hands.
"For the last time, the lycanwing is just a myth, if it were real, I would know about it." Viggo says with an exasporated eye roll, tying the rag around his arm as a temporary solution for his bleeding until he could get it properly treated.
"Yeah, well I bet you would know all about that wouldn't you, mister know it all dragon hunter." Tuffnut says, petting his chicken with a glare. That pretty much did it for Viggo.
Viggo subtly shifted closer to the door, preparing from the reaction he knew he was going to get. He raised an eyebrow at the chicken, and asked, "If you think your going to turn into a dragon, then why are you locking yourself in with your pet?"
Tuffnut was silent for a moment, and looked down at the chicken in his hands, before letting out a loud wale and dropping his pet to the ground, running to the other end of the cage when the chicken followed. Viggo wasted no time in amking his escape, hearing loud sobbing and Ruffnut screaming at him as he fled to the safety of his hut.
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