Greetings, and many great hellos!

Yep, it's another awesome story by good ol' Cottonmouth25. This time, it's a HTTYD dare war between everyone's favorite gang. I wanted to do this in order to make up for "Legends are Born", which I've mostly lost interest in writing.

Before I start, I have several things to go over as per usual…

One, this fanfic was inspired by AnimationNut's "Of Teens and Dares", so thank you for inspiring me!

Two, this fanfic is based directly off of "Legends are Born" and indeed stars every one of the characters. That means we get to see more of Snaketail and her hopeless crush on Tuffnut, and everyone's favorite shapeshifting dragon Batwings.

Three, I do not own HTTYD, although I often dream of what would happen if I did…

Let's start the craziness, shall we?

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Arena

Like most, this war started small.

It was another average day at the Berk Dragon Academy. Hiccup's lesson was about calculating wind speed and turbulence as you flew, which would help you determine how to best fly in violently shifting winds.

However, not everyone was paying attention. The Thorston twins, Ruffnut and Tuffnut, were fighting again, Snotlout Jorgenson was snoring loudly, and Snaketail Grundenson was laying on her back and tracing imaginary designs in the air.

"Come on, guys, can we pay attention for at least five minutes?" Hiccup demanded for the sixth time in a row. "I don't know," muttered Tuffnut. "Is five minutes more or less than ten?"

Astrid Hofferson punched him on the arm. "Hiccup's trying to teach," she said. "Can't you just listen for once? This is important." Hiccup smiled at her support and turned to Fishlegs. The Ingerman boy was rapidly writing down everything Hiccup had previously said, or at least Hiccup thought he was. Fishlegs' handwriting was notoriously messy.

Astrid's ten-year old sister, Arachne Hofferson, was yawning and slumping against Rilebolt – the Skrill's scales were causing her hair to stand up with static electricity. The other dragons were scattered around the arena, all napping peacefully. Batwings and Heather were amongst them, coiled up around each other and dead to the world.

"Isn't there anything else to do today?" Snaketail groaned, sitting up and rubbing her back. "Even the twins' yak-tipping game sounds fun right now." Hiccup sighed and closed his book.

"Gobber has a lot of dragon teeth to clean today, from what I heard," he suggested, and several of the teens recoiled. "Ugh, why'd I want to go sticking my hands in some dragon's mouth?" Snotlout gagged. "Why wouldn't you?" retorted Tuffnut. "It sounds awesome!"

Hiccup got in between the two before they could end up in a fight. "Gobber's job isn't that bad," he defended his mentor loyally. "It's important, and anyway, he enjoys doing it."

Snaketail shrugged. "To each his own," she said simply. Ruffnut squinted at Hiccup and asked, "So you're saying that you'd rather be helping Gobber clean out dragons' mouths than standing around here?" The lanky boy shrugged and said, "I guess. Anything's better than standing around in boredom."

Snotlout had a smug look on his face. "I dare you to do it," he challenged. "I dare you to go to Gobber's shop and clean out the mouth of one dragon."

Now everyone, even Batwings and Heather (who had woken up to see what the commotion was about), was staring at the cousins.

Hiccup shrugged again and said, "Why not? I mean, you could have dared me to do worse, after all. And I personally think it would be fun working with Gobber again."

Astrid looked amused. "This'll be good," she said. "I never thought I'd see the day when Hiccup would get sucked into taking a dare from Snotlout." Batwings shape-shifted into his human-dragon form and stretched his wings tiredly. "Like he said, it could be worse," he yawned.

Hiccup nodded, and then there was a sudden voice that rang out into the arena. "Oi, Hiccup!" It was Gobber the Belch. "I need ya in the forge today, I've got meself busy with all them dragons linin' up ta get their teeth cleaned."

The Jorgenson boy was looking at Hiccup expectantly. "Hey Gobber," Hiccup said, stepping forward. "How about if I help you with your dragon duties? The work will go faster, and then you can get back to the forge that much more quickly."

Gobber chuckled. "That's nice of ya, Hiccup," he admitted. "But I'm afraid I'm gonna hafta say no ta this one. Cleanin' the teeth of fire-breathin' reptiles is more dangerous than it looks."

But Hiccup was stubborn. He was like his father, Stoick the Vast, in that aspect. "Just one dragon then," he bargained. "One dragon, and then I'll go to work in the forge like you asked."

Gobber scratched his chin with his tongs. "Well, if it's one dragon, I don' see why not. Yeh'll get some more experience with the beasts, at least. Come on then, I've got a bit ova lineup today."

Hiccup followed him out, determinedly ignoring the other teens' smirks. "Three chicken eggs saying he gets burned," Tuff wagered. "Five eggs saying he gets his hand taken off," Ruff shot back. "Ten eggs saying he gets killed!" Snotlout whooped, and the twins snickered.

Astrid slugged them all in their shoulders. "Grow up, you three," she scolded. "He'll be fine. If it has something to do with dragons, Hiccup will come out on top."

Arachne looked worried nonetheless.

Fishlegs looked like he was going to wet himself, so bad were his nerves.

Batwings just yawned, shapeshifted, and coiled up again, asleep in seconds.

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Gobber's Forge

Hiccup never would have agreed to this dare if he had known who the first dragon in line was.

Gobber led him past the long line of patiently waiting dragons and into his shop. It looked just like any other building on Berk, except for the huge sign dangling over the entrance, which resembled a dragon's tooth. Appropriate, considering Gobber's new occupation as Berk's only dragon dentist.

But whatever confidence Hiccup had – indeed, he felt ready to scrub clean a Nadder's teeth or pull out a rotten fang from a Grapple Grounder's mouth – drained out of him the instant the first dragon stuck her head in the shop window.

Nightshade.

Batwings' Whispering Death.

"Oh come on," Hiccup groaned. "Out of all the dragons on the island, you have to pick the only one that'll grind my hand into bacon bits."

Gobber the Belch only chuckled. "Come on now, Hiccup, she ain't tha' bad. As long as yer careful, yeh'll come out relatively unscathed," he assured him. Hiccup only rolled his eyes and muttered, "Thank you for summing that up…"

The burly blacksmith limped over to stand beside Hiccup at the window. Nightshade looked at the two of them expectantly, a bit of pain in those sightless eyes of hers. "What are we supposed to do?" Hiccup asked.

"I have no idea," Gobber admitted. "We've gotta take a closer look first." With that, he used his hook to pry Nightshade's mouth open. Taking a look at the Death's multiple rows of constantly rattling, rotating fangs made Hiccup feel faint.

The smell of her breath wasn't helping.

Just then, Nightshade's teeth slowly stopped rotating, settling into place with a final *click*. This allowed Gobber and Hiccup to see what they had to do – there was a single, rotting fang at the very back of her mouth. It made Hiccup's jaw hurt just looking at it.

"Aye, tha's a nasty one," Gobber said, peering into the Whispering Death's monstrous maw. As he stuck his head in, his words echoed. "Alrigh', Hiccup. Help me out here and grab hold of it."

Hiccup blanched. "Um, w-with my… my hands? Don't you, um, think there's a… a sort of, safer way to do this?" Gobber placed his hand down on the window's edge to steady himself as he laughed. "Safety's overrated," he said after catching his breath.

"I was afraid you were going to say that," Hiccup sighed, and after screwing up his courage, he held his breath and plunged into Nightshade's mouth.

Instantly, he recoiled as saliva dripped from the Death's upper fangs and into his hair. But Hiccup firmed his jaw and stuck his head and torso deeper in. Next to him, Gobber reached with his hand and clamped his meaty fingers around the bad tooth. After a second, Hiccup did too.

"Yeh ready?" Gobber asked, and Hiccup nodded. The sooner this was done, the better.

"Pull!" the blacksmith yelled as he yanked upwards, and Hiccup did as well with all his strength. However, even as they did so, Nightshade flinched in pain and instinctively began rotating her fangs again. The two Vikings were positioned so that they wouldn't be hurt, but it was unnerving and very dizzying to watch up close.

Time and again, when the pain went away and Nightshade calmed down, Hiccup and Gobber would grab the rotten tooth and pull on it. But every single time, they slipped and the dragon's teeth would begin spinning around again. After the fifteenth time this happened, Hiccup was covered in tiny cuts and gashes from accidentally getting too close to the razor-sharp points.

But finally, Gobber and Hiccup managed to get a firm enough grip on the rotten tooth. "PULL!" Gobber yelled, and yanked with all of his might. There was a sickening *pop* and a spurt of blood.

Nightshade hissed quietly, and Hiccup could tell from the force of air that blasted out of her throat that she was screaming in pain. The blacksmith and his apprentice both stumbled backwards, out of her mouth the instant before her deadly jaws snapped shut.

The Whispering Death backed out of the shop with a whimpering hiss, teeth rattling loudly as she tried to dull the pain. As if nothing had happened, the next dragon, a Monstrous Nightmare, lazily stuck its muzzle in the window and waited for Gobber to start working.

Hiccup was shaking and breathing hard from the narrow brush with death. Gobber blew a satisfied breath out of his mouth and lightly patted Hiccup on the back. "Thanks for yer help, Hiccup," he said. "Maybe I'll let ya help again sometime! But righ' now, I need yeh ta get started on tha' forge work. If ya hurry, yeh'll be able ta join yer friends at the Great Hall fer dinner." He chuckled and gently pushed the skinny boy out of the shop.

Barely even noticing that he was outside, Hiccup took long, deep breaths to calm himself. He had been this close to getting bitten in half. He still had a lot of hard work to get done, and to top it all off, he was covered in saliva and blood, both his and Nightshade's.

As his fright wore away, it was replaced by anger. "Oh, Snotlout is going to pay dearly for this," Hiccup muttered to himself as he trudged in the direction of the forge.

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OK, that's over with, and now it's time for you readers to get creative. I need dare requests!

I'll be picking the dares I think are good enough and believable enough to be included – and please, please be original! I don't want anyone thinking I'm plagiarizing their own ideas.

You might see a few of my own ideas as well, FYI.

So, please drop a review and a dare suggestion, and see you soon!

Next round: Hiccup daring Snotlout.