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“Hey, d’you want anything from jail?” When Hiccup decided to answer the unknown number calling, the last thing he’d expected was Ruffnut’s voice on the other end.
“Woah woah woah, what?” Despite it being around 4 in the morning, Hiccup still had the mental capacity to understand 1. Ruff and Tuff were in jail apparently and 2. He probably needed to pick them up.
“I said, do you want anything from jail?” Hiccup ran a hand down his face, mentally preparing himself for a wasted sleep hour spent driving, filing out paperwork, and trying not to lose his mind.
“Alright, I’m on my way.” Before his feet hit the cold floor, he heard Tuffnut’s voice in the background.
“Why? You don’t need to pick us up?” Hiccup sighed, standing up and stretching before replying.
“Did you want to stay the night in a jail cell? By all means it saves me th—”
“We’re not in jail! Well, we are, but we weren’t arrested.” Hiccup blinked, the gears turning slowly in his exhausted brain.
“Wha—”
“We broke in.” There it was. Hiccup groaned, quickly throwing a hoodie on before grabbing his car keys.
“Why?” The brunet looked around for his dragon, making sure that the mythical beast was in fact still inside. The last thing he wanted right now was another ‘dragon spotting’ that forced him and the gang to flee the state again.
“We were bored.” Tuffnut sounded like he was eating something.
After Hiccup was sure Toothless was in, he pleaded for the twins not to do something that’d cause them to have to move to a new country, and headed out the door.
Not even 3 minutes later, there was a radio warning about 2 arsonists in the area nearby. And not even 2 minutes after that, Ruff and Tuff were running over in ski masks, jumping into the car, and yelling at Hiccup to drive.
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“Ooooh, what about Manhattan?" Ruffnut asked, more to herself than anyone else.
“We should still wait a few months before going back to New York.” Astrid said, resting against the window. Tuffnut was focused on throwing raw salmon slices out of the window for the dragons.
“Mmm, maybe Alberta?” Fishlegs had a bunch of different pamphlets open, searching for their next temporary location.
“Can’t leave the country, we need Daggur to forge another set of passports now that Ruff and Tuff are wanted for arson.” Hiccup sighed, tired of driving through the desert for 7 hours.
“Well it’s not like we’re in a rush, the cops aren’t on our asses this time—” Snotlout was quickly shushed by the group.
“Don’t jinx us!” Tuffnut yelled with his head out the window.
“Yeah, the last thing we need is a high speed chase in the desert.” Ruffnut stated, crossing her arms.
“We wouldn’t be in this situation if you two hadn’t lit a fucking building on fire!” Then started the 13th argument of their very long, very unnecessary roadtrip.