The protagonist of the story is sitting at a table having lunch in the Great Hall. Nothing goes out of the ordinary. As Hiccup eats, he stares at his dagger with the blade sticking on the table. Suddenly, a fist slammed into the table revealing his antagonistic cousin.
Snotlout: Hey, Useless.
Hiccup hums hi to him before staring back at his dagger.
Snotlout: Why are you staring at your dagger, huh?
Snotlout's minions giggled in the background.
Ruffnut: I hope that he would stab it in his head.
Tuffnut: I hope so too.
Hiccup feds up and start to smirk.
Hiccup: How about we play a little game.
Snotlout: Oh? And what game would it be? Needlepoint?
The twins laugh, but Hiccup starts to sing.
There is an old tradition
A game we all can play
Snotlout raises eyebrows at him in confusion.
You start by getting liquored up and sharpening your blade
Fishlegs and Astrid noticed what was going on since they were close to them.
You take a shot of mead, you grab your knife, and pray
Hiccup snatches a half-emptied mead from a drunk Viking before drinking it and grabs his dagger.
And spread apart your fingers
Hiccup spread his fingers apart.
And this is what you say
He then starts to stab the between places of his right fingers.
Oh, I have all my fingers
The knife goes chop, chop, chop
If I miss the spaces in between my fingers will come off
The twins start to adore what Hiccup was doing while Fishlegs was crying for his life and Snotlout and Astrid scoff.
And if I hit my fingers blood will soon come out
But all the same, I play this game, 'cause that's what it's all about
Gobber heard some wheezing noises and went there to check it to find Hiccup's doing.
No, you can't use a charcoal
Can not use a stick
The only way is with a knife when danger is your friend
Everyone gathers around the table to watch the same scene.
Some may call it stupid
And some may call it dumb
But all the same, we play this game because it's so damn fun
The women were scared of what would happen and the children were looking away while the men are betting.
Oh, I have all my fingers
The knife goes chop, chop, chop
If I miss the spaces in between my fingers will come off
And if I hit my fingers the blood will soon come out
But all the same, I play this game, 'cause that's what it's all about
Hiccup starts to speed up.
Oh, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop
I'm picking up the speed
And if I hit my fingers, then my hand will start to bleed
Once he's done, he slammed his knife on the table and smirks at Snotlout.
Hiccup: Your turn next...
Snotlout realized what he meant and decided to run away but he was knocked out by a mug Hiccup was holding.
Gobber: Hiccup, what are you doing?!
Hiccup: Oh, just wanted to have fun.
Gobber: Oi! You can't say that word! You might wanna get hurt.
Hiccup smirks and drags Snotlout back to the table with his hand spread out.
Hiccup: This is going to be so much fun~
After he plays with Snotlout's fingers, his cousin then flees Dearing for his life. Hiccup doesn't allow the twins to join because it was his torture method. However, while playing, he ends up stabbing one of his fingers.
Gobber: That is what I'm talking about!
Hiccup didn't react. Instead, he slowly licks his blood and Fishlegs started to throw up.
Astrid: Hiccup!
Hiccup listen to nobody. He then walks away with his hand on the blade and was about to exit the hall when his father walks in. The chief saw what Hiccup is holding and he was upset as he picks him up by the vest.
Stoick: What happened to him?
Tuffnut: He played a game with his knife for Snotlout to know.
Stoick sighs.
Stoick: Hiccup, this is the third time this week.
Hiccup pouted and drops his bloody knife. Afterward, he was sent to the elder to heal his hand.
Hiccup: I don't wanna get patched up. I don't care. It was my torture method.
All of his words ended up with a whack on the head from the staff on the elder and then handed him a bowl of healing soup.
Hiccup: Oh, come on.
Later that day, he was now banned from touching sharp objects ever again.
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Hiccup's Little Game || HTTYD One-shot
FanfictionAny type of blade is Hiccup's type of comfort. He doesn't care if he bleeds and he doesn't care about the consequences. It was his little torture method. Warning for blood.
