Tuffnutt Thorston
"Ugh, I am so tiiired!" Tuffnut wined.
"Oh, would you shut up?" Astrid retorted back just as irritably. "At least you two got to sleep in!"
"But we're still tiiired!" Ruffnut joined in the whining.
Astrid let out an exasperated scoff and flew Stormfly further from them.
"Yeah, that's right! You better fly away!" Ruffnut threatened through her sleep mumblings. What the others didn't know, was that they were up for most of the night, expanding their boar pit, into . . . wait for it . . . boar tunnels! Yes, beneath the Riders' houses. No, they had no idea. Yet. But they were too exhausted from digging, that they didn't even have the energy to brag to them about their genius. So everyone flew on in near silence. The only exception was Fishlegs and Hiccup double-checking their coordinates. Both wanted to make sure they were flying in the right direction.
"Actually, I'd much rather prefer it if we were flying in the opposite direction." The wind carried Snotlouts' voice over to the twins' ears.
Above Astrid's scornful exhale, Tuffnut heard Hiccup call out, "we've all been to the island before, Snoutlout!"
" 'We've all been to the island before, Snotlout,' " Snoutlout could be heard mocking him, even from this distance.
"It's not like we're going to get completely lost." That was when Thor chose to shatter the sound barrier with a deep rumble of thunder that resounded around them, penetrating the end of Fishlegs' sentence.
"Why did Odin just tinkle on me?" Tuffnut asked.
"Well, that's just great," Snotlout pitched a fit. "Now, it's starting to rain."
"Okay, and pitching a fit isn't going to make this storm go away, Snotlout!" Astrid pointed out. Her struggles showed in the attempts to stay atop Stormfly as the wind picked up.
"Um, I don't think this isn't any regular storm, Astrid," Fishlegs voice wavered.
"Yeah, that's coming in fast," Hiccup mused. "It doesn't look like we can outfly it, even if we turned around now."
"And there are no islands to try finding refuge on!" Ruffnut spoke up.
Usually, he and his twin thrived on all things of a chaotic nature - and here was one of the most natural occurrences in the world! But there was no avoiding the fact that they were mere humans, in the most dangerous part of a storm - the edge - without any type of shelter. And no clue whether they'd survive it or not.
Not knowing what else to do, the Riders looked at each other. In the hopes that they'd all make it through this literal storm, Tuffnut saw Hiccup and Astrid reach for each others' hands. The last thing he felt was a small twinge of envy. Then a wall of stinging wind, needle-like raindrops, and clouds cloaked in night, slammed into them all.
