Snotlout Jorgenson chucked another bucket of water over his Dragon. Why was it always Hookfang who got covered in mud? Why did he have to clean his dragon? Why wasn't he flirting with the ladies? 

"Why won't you stay clean for one minute?" he yelled as he picked up a rag and began scrubbing the back end of the Monstrous Nightmare.  Hookfang rolled his eyes. 

"Hey Snot-Rag!" yelled a voice from behind him. There was only one human that called him that. It was the human with a huge scar running down his face. He was a nut job who had somehow found a wife. Snotlout felt a hand touch his shoulder. He turned around to see the beaming face of Dagur. 

"Dagur...yay...."replied Snotlout, forcing a grin. "And it's Snotlout. S-N-O-T-LOUT." You called me by my real name once, he thought, NOW WHY CAN'T YOU CALL ME BY IT!!

"Yeah, sure," responded Dagur, casually leaning back on Hookfang. "Snot-Hook."

Feeling an unwelcomed presence, the feisty, and flaming, dragon decided to make his move. Turning his head around to face the presence of the stubborn and highly violent Dagur, Hookfang's beady eyes met the wildly relaxed eyes of his new nemesis.

"What is he doing that for?" Asked Dagur, suddenly concerned about Hookfang.

"Oh..." replied Snotlout, with a smile sneaking over his face, knowing what was to come next. "It means he likes you."

"Alright then," relaxed Dagur, resettling himself. He closed his eyes, feeling quite comfortable. Hookfang began to gently jerk, massaging his victim into to a false sense of security.  "A 2-in-1 dragon....nice work, Snotfang."

"You're welcome," smirked Snotlout. Rubbish as hiding his eagerness for Hookfang to do this thing, Snotlout emptied a nearby trough. An evil cackle echoed from his mothy gob. His eyes turned back to Hookfang. A warm aroma from the dragon suddenly hit him. This was where the fun began...

"A heating system as well!" Dagur cried as if the Dragon was the best thing to ever happen to him. The warm sensation tingled against his war worn skin. As the warm sensation warmed even more, it became better. It got even warmer so warm that...Why could he smell burning?

Immediately, Dagur leapt from the side of Hookfang. He turned his head to see his backside.

It was on fire. "FIRE!!" he yelled at the top of his voice. Looking around for the nearest water source, he eyed the laughing Snotlout. "You! You knew this was going to happen!" He couldn't see any water, except the water that was below him - the sea. Why me? Why does it always happen to me...?

Splash!

"Snotlout," asked a female voice from behind him "What did you do to my brother?"

He immediately knew the voice. He loved this girl. She had to be his. He turned around to see the slightly annoyed face of Heather. "It was Hookfang. Not me."

"Yeah right." replied Heather. Her sleek hair was pulled back in its usual braid. Her emerald green eyes glistened as she walked over to the egde go the pier and hulled her big brother out of the sea. "Are you alright?"

"I've been worse." sighed Dagur, in defeat. "Did you remember to pack my blankie?" He stood up and walked over to a barrel and sat down on it, soaked. He began sucking his thumb.

"Yes, Dagur." smiled Heather.