Welcome to Mafia Training

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Geography was a funny thing in these parts. The state was made up of several different ethnicities, which is common in metropolitan cities--amalgamations of various people—that were separated by bridges and land masses. There were five here. The largest was called the Beserker territory. They had the most people and the largest area, on the other side of the bay. It was close to the Berk territory, which was medium sized, but small compared to the others. They had a decent number of people in the gang, but they controlled the most inventories and moved the most drugs.

The other three territories where the Lavalouts, the Bog Burglars, and the Outcasts.

All of them had their shared blood with one another. The five gangs controlled the state. The politicians had long since been bought paid and sat in the pockets of various members of the gangs. The gangs had individual alliances and worked together on certain things. Turf wars flared up almost monthly.

There were two places that the rival gangs weren’t allowed to kill: the Hospital and the Academy.

The Academy had been set up by a former don who thought that the next generation had some importance. It was privately financed and a school for the children of gang members. They passed all the tests in other schools, but had classes that focused on things other than the average standardized testing. The children of the gang’s core members would lead them into tomorrow so it made sense for them to learn in a more controlled environment so they had the same core skills. Some of these skills included learning to kill their fellow students, but they were forbidden from doing either those things.

The hospital had this rule because many of the other hospitals in the area had general fear of retaliation from gang violence. In order to decrease the instances of reported violence and keep the gang members alive, the Dean of Medicine made it so the gangs wouldn’t attack others in the hospital. They would treat any gang member for any injury. This was strange from someone like her, especially since when she had lived, she had been married to a member of the Berk gang, one of Stoick’s close friends and one of the best hit men he had: Tuffnut Senior.

Hiccup didn’t ask for this. No body ever would.

Who wanted to be the son of the leader of one of three strongest gangs? He didn’t want to carry what they handed down to him. It just didn’t feel like his destiny. As much as he wanted to follow his father and be praised for his strength and aim (which was awful, by the way), that wasn’t who he was. But that’s what he was stuck with for now. So he was enrolled, using his natural skills at getting around his problems to get through his classes and pass most of them. Not that grades had much meaning here. Some of the strongest members had lower grades in their academic classes simply because they didn’t care. It wasn’t important to them. Who needed to know how to do algebra when you could shoot a mother fucker, right?

Pain. Love it.

Hiccup wondered at times if he would be the one to succeed his father, of if his cousin would assume that role instead. Snotlout had always been stronger and better at the things Hiccup had always failed in. Especially when they were young. And now. Especially now to. Forever, really. And with Spitelout pushing Snotlout to be better, to surpass Hiccup to become the next leader of their syndicate? It was probably going to become something that was going to explode in his face. He wanted to make his father proud, to succeed him. For now, he was trying not to think of it.

Shoulder his backpack, he went into school knowing full well that he got to be harassed about his aim, made fun of my his cousin and the twins, and fail in being social with his own gang. Yeah, the gang he should be a natural leader of. They liked to make fun of him and trip him in hallways. Dagur, the son of a gang don that his father had made peace with? He figured out how to fit Hiccup inside a locker until Ruffnut pulled him out laughing.

That was a week ago.


Ruffnut was sitting on the window sill of an open window on the fourth floor. The Academy was a rather large brick building that looked like a fortress. Since it was a private school and the younger members weren’t allowed to kill one another, they had more lax safety regulations. This didn’t help, considering Tuffnut was watching his sister, wondering if he could push his sister out of the window and how bad her injuries would be. He didn’t. But, he was thinking about it. Moving beside her, he leaned down beside her, resting his chin on his arms. The two of them were silent in the empty classroom. They were early, which wasn’t common for them. They’d been up early because someone who worked for their father showed up with a few bullet holes and Tuffnut Sr. had woken his daughter to deal with it. The twins rarely went anywhere together, and, despite their age, gender, and protests from their father, they still shared a room.

The blood and bullets didn’t bother me anymore. It hadn’t for years, but something about it was troubling them both. The guy would never walk again. The only way to save him was to cut off the blood flow to his leg. He was later transported to the hospital. Ruffnut hadn’t said anything to her brother, father, or the man’s life she saved. She didn’t have to. They’d remove the leg at the hospital because she couldn’t do it at the house.

“Don’t tell Snotlout.” Ruffnut finally said. “He’s going to want details and I don’t feel like talking about this one.”

“You’re good at it, though. You know that.” Tuffnut mumbled, making it clear that they were thinking the same thing.

She nodded. “It’s not what I want.”

“I like fighting--”

“You’re a fighter--”

The twins stopped and smiled at one another. Both of them knew what this was about, so they didn’t feel the need to say anything else.

Sliding back into the room, Ruffnut stood and pulled a pack of cigarettes out of her leather shirt.

“You promised you’d quit.” Not that he cared that she smoked, their father smoked. And a lot more than just cigarettes. Well, that was a lie. He did care, mostly just because of how their mother had died. She didn’t die in a shooting or anything gang related.

To be honest, Tuffnut didn’t even know when she started smoking. And they shared everything.

Ruffnut shrugged. “I will quit, eventually. It just helps solve some of my problems. Like being woken up in the middle of the night to deal with men dying in our living room.” She took a cigarette between her fingers and walked toward the door. “I’ll be back.”

Leaning against the side of the brick building, she brought the lighter to her face and lit the cigarette. She inhaled deeply and the end lit up like a flashlight. A steady stream of smoke came from her lips and she held the cigarette between her fingers. The destruction of her lungs and the absorption of chemicals did wonders for her nerves and calmed her almost instantly. Thinking back on it, this was the place she’d smoked the first time. It hadn’t been her idea, it had been the farthest thing from her mind. But he offered her one and she didn’t want to seem weak. She could do anything the guys could do.

The sound of movement told her that she wasn't alone anymore. Reaching into her bra, she pulled out a red lighter with a hand painted white dragon on it. The detail was rather intricate and it was obvious someone what spent a lot of time doing it. "You forgot it last time." She explained as Dagur swiped it from her hand.

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Dagur used his reclaimed lighter on a cigarette for himself and put it to his lips “You’re the one that borrowed it last time.” He took his fingers away from his smoke and leaned against the wall, crossing his arms as he gazed at the scenery in front of him.

God, he hated this place. At least, the parts of the school that were normal. The lessons that taught him important things like how to strategize attacks and track targets were endurable. But everything else, World History, English, Math… why would he, Dagur the Deranged, one of the power houses of the school and son of the Berserker gang’s leader, ever have to know any of those things? It’s not like he could use the knowledge of when the Korean War started to shoot some bastard between the eyes.

Dagur was basically ready to be the next leader right then, so why did he need to go to this fucking school? To be normal was his father’s favorite excuse. This is so you’ll have a chance at knowing what normal is Dagur. Oswald told him Just to know what it is before it’s not an option.

Please, what about his life has ever been normal? Being the son of a gang leader doesn’t exactly have potential to be “normal.” He was practically trained to hold a gun to protect himself when other kids weren’t allowed so much as to cross the street on their own. He couldn’t count how many times he’d been forced into corners and allowed his training to be put to use, nor how many times that he was dragged to power struggles simply because he was supposed to inherit the quivering bunch of brutes that his father had shaped them into.

The Berserker gang was once the most powerful in the area; how else do you think the place got so much land? They were feared by the citizens and respected by all the rival gangs because of the power they wielded. Now what were they? Nothing. His father’s sudden pacifism was slowly and surely bringing Berserk off of the pedestal it had manufactured for itself in the past. It was rotting from the inside out, all because of his father. That was the one thing Dagur knew he’d need to fix when he did become the head of the gang. Even better, he’d do it with his sister by his side. If anyone was worthy of being his right hand it was her.

Dagur inhaled more of the nicotine-filled smoke and held it in his lungs for a moment while he tapped the ashes off the tip of his cigarette. He exhaled and glanced to the blonde girl at his side, who was doing the same thing as him.

Sometimes Dagur did wonder why he and Ruffnut set times for the two of them to skip out on classes they hate and pass smokes to each other until they felt like going back inside the building. After all, she wasn’t a Berserker. But he wasn’t exactly allowed to fight with her either. So, might as well be neutral towards her. Besides, she was decent company. Not annoying, generally quiet, didn’t ask any awkward questions… or any stupid ones. She was at least a good person to pass time with, talking about nothing in particular or complaining about this stupid school or the latest ridiculous thing they’ve seen at home. I mean, she wasn’t his favorite person in the world but she was decent company for sitting on the roof of the school and getting high.

He rolled his shoulders and took another puff of smoke in, his dark green eyes wandering back to Ruffnut once more “So what dragged you out of bed this time?” He blandly asked “Shootout? Drug deal gone wrong? Maybe a murder?” He said the last one with much more pleasure than the former guesses. What can he say? He's always loved a good kill.

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The last time they'd been smoking together was a few days ago. One of the teachers caught them and they ran off. Ruffnut had the lighter in her hand when they separated and she'd kept it on her since then. Normally a lighter was a lighter and didn't mean shit, but she liked the design that was on it. As much as she thought it would be cool to keep, she'd want the lighter back of she'd done something like he'd done to it.

While holding the cigarette in her mouth with her lips, she took a few inhales and pulled her phone out of her pocket when it vibrated. Tuffnut was looking for her. Putting her phone back in her pocket, she took the cigarette from her hand and flicked it. For a few years, the Beserkers and the Hooligans had been getting along. They were forbidden from fighting, especially in the school, but the alliance between Stiock and Oswald made it so the two gangs weren't allowed to fight. There hadn't really been many fights between the gangs since they had different territories, but with all the other gangs in the area, it made sense to make some alliances.

Ruffnut had no idea what they got out of it, and she honestly didn't give a shit. It's not like it mattered one way or the other who couldn't kill who. All that mattered were the ones who they could kill. Since Dagur was an ally, she didn't worry about him. She wasn't afraid of the men who could kill her, so why would she bother fearing a man who couldn't? There were rumors here and there, of Dagur's strength, of how he had killed. One story she heard from a Beserker was that Dagur cracked some guys head open with a baseball bat. Now that was something she wanted to see. It sounded dangerous.

"My dad." She shrugged her shoulders, in answer to his question. "But he woke me up at 3 a.m. because of a shooting, if that does anything for you." After inhaled deeply and holding the smoke, she slowly let it go. "My mother used to be a doctor and she taught me most of what she knew before she died. I learned anything else from books and the notes she left behind. So, whenever someone close to my dad gets shot, I'm the one who gets to deal with it. I haven't slept since. I was thinking of going to the roof to take a nap, but then I figured this would be more interesting than sleeping." She glanced toward Dagur and studied him for a few seconds.

While it might be the best thing to tell him that she had all the medical skills of a doctor, she didn't exactly care. What was he going to do? Shoot her? Her level of skill could save her own life. Some people thought she was a loser stoner chick, but there was more to her than that. Not that she wanted to do anything she didn't have to. She'd rather be fighting than helping people any day. Killing someone was more rewarding than saving someone's life. Unless it was someone she knew, then it was a totally different story. But she didn't usually get to fight too often. They were too young to fight or something ridiculous like that. So, the twins spent more of their time playing pranks and causes trouble, both inside and outside the gang. It was a talent they were rather well known for. Stoick started a saying: Where there's fire, there's the twins. And, this was fairly accurate. The twins had mastered making a wide variety of bombs and other explosives. The last time someone ripped their father off, they caught him in customs on his way to Cuba with a pip bomb and a full pound of cocaine. Their father tried to be upset with the twins, but ended up smirking, laughed, and asked them how they did it. Their father loved them and their antics, as he often found their games interesting. Stoick hated it. Tuffnut Sr. on the other hand found their pranks good, since they had to get along while doing them and he often got just as much enjoyment out of them as his children.

"I suppose the fact that I can kill and save someone makes me less interesting. But it makes me boss at torturing people, or killing them without leaving a mark." A broad grin crossed her face at the last part. She'd been trying to anticipate what Dagur was thinking. He loved killing. They called him Dagur the Deranged for a reason.

After she finished her cigarette, she motioned to grab the pack from her jacket, but then stopped. "Wanna go smoke a blunt on the roof?"

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Though his face didn’t show it, Dagur was getting more and more interested as Ruffnut went on about her healing capabilities. At first, he just found her answer really boring. He knew healing had some form of importance within the gangs but, really, he couldn’t care less. What good was a gang member if all they could do is wait around for someone to get shot or chopped up so that they could be useful? As far as he knew, the violent side of it was all that really mattered. People get hurt, people die. What could you do to stop it? Healing people almost seemed… useless to him. A waste of time and supplies.

A little fragment of interest did exist, though. And it was because it was Ruffnut talking. Dagur knew that she and her brother were more than capable of lasting in a fight or even causing plenty of harm doing something as stupid as a prank. He knew that she was a trained fighter as well. He’d seen her in action, from a distance, and he’d heard about other alleged “incidents” caused her the twins. They weren’t particularly clever or harmful, so Dagur usually didn’t take the stories too seriously. When he did tune into them was when he heard words like “explosion” or “bomb.” Now that was when they became appealing.

There was one story his sister had told him awhile back that she’d heard. It was something along the lines of Ruff and Tuff decided that they were going to experiment with a type of explosive they dubbed the “Terrible Terror.” At first, it was just seeing just how much damage they could cause without making them bigger. They ran out of ideas and Tuffnut accidentally sat on the bomb. And that started to rumor that if you sit on a lit Terrible Terror, you can make flames come out of your ass. The anecdote made him chuckle, to say the least. Maybe it was the way Talon had worded it to him, but the antics Ruffnut got into with her brother definitely killed any trace of boredom.

But what really got his attention was when she said that she’d be great at torturing victims. Now that was something he’d pay to see. She knows the body, so she knows where its weak points are, what buttons to push, and just how much someone can take before they fall into the abyss known as death. She could probably lash out on some poor fuck for days, maybe even weeks, before he’d finally just crap out and die. Oh-ho man, were there some fun things that she could definitely do in that period of time.

Things that Dagur’d tried himself or that he was still picking out a victim for. There were two things he loved about a good kill: the chase and the struggle for life once they were caught. And whenever Dagur wanted to try out some new tactic, he’d look for these qualities in people. He wanted someone who would fight for their lives, run, and make it harder for him. And it was all just for the fun of this private game of his.

Normally, he only did this kind of thing when a fight hadn’t broken out in a certain amount of time. His love for the rush and fury that came with every fight was too strong to pass up after so long. He had to kill, in a way. It was either he kills or he gets so wasted he can’t function for a few days. So, he’d rather do the former and not get evil glares for hogging all the good stuff for himself. He kind of did that anyway but… in some moderation.

Dagur’s victims were normally somebody that no one would miss, like some foolish street rat that waltzed into their turf or someone who wasn’t exactly on good terms with the gangs at that moment. People wouldn’t think twice about deaths like those, pass it off as just some violence to warn others who they’re dealing with, not to step out of line or step within the wrong ones. The cops might poke around but they’d never find anything that could help them look for the killer. Dagur always took time with these acts; made sure he couldn’t easily be traced back to them. No one knew who caused the deaths and, really, no one cared.

He got his fun and that’s all that mattered to him, once he covered his tracks. It was just a hunch, but Dagur had a feeling his place as the next head of his gang would be in jeopardy if his father found out about a few kills he’s made. Let’s just say… he called it like he saw it. And when he smelled a rat he took it out, no matter what team it played for. What good was a little snitch right?

The red-head smirked at the blonde’s question, trying to hide his forming smile. He did so by lazily pushing himself off of the brick wall at her offer, flicking his cigarette off the side of the building and responding “Why the fuck not?”

Dagur didn’t waste much time in climbing high up the school building and perching himself on the edge, his legs dangling over it. It wasn’t exactly difficult when there was a fire escape climbing up the side of the school. Besides, it was more fun than walking inside and using the stairs or something. Scaling the rusting ladders and just jumping from level to level gave him a small feeling of adrenaline that he’d always loved feeling in his veins. It was nothing compared to the heat of a knife fight, or any fight really, but it would have to do for now.

The red-head leaned back and rested against his hands on the cold concrete while he waited for Ruffnut.

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Whatever antics the twins did always proceeded them. Through some strange genetic mixup, the twins were the only twins at this school. Whenever someone said 'the twins did' it could only be Ruffnut and Tuffnut. Ironically, there were those didn't know the difference between them, meaning which name belonged to which twin. Ruffnut once received a love letter with her brother's name written on it, the fact it was from a guy not mattering to her. Later that day, Tuffnut turned the guy down and apologized for it, since he wasn't into guys. The kid had been so embarrassed he missed school for a week. The twins didn't really care that some didn't know who they were. Most of their teachers knew the difference because Ruffnut had neater handwriting. Both the twins switched hands depending on what they were doing, but were equally capable of using both hands. Ruffnut wrote with her left hand, but shot with her left. There was just some comfort about it for her. She didn't question it and Tuffnut didn't either. He was also right handed, but if he was doing something else, like eating or texting, he could use his left hand to write.

Medicine is where the twins differed drastically. Ruffnut was offered several medical internships at the hospital her family founded just simply based on her who mother was, the former Dean of Medicine. Her skill alone was worth more than most of the college interns they had, despite the fact she was still in high school. Some people were born to do certain things. some would say the twins were born to blow things up, but others would think that Ruffnut was born to save people. She could be good at it, when she wanted to be. Those who mattered to her would survive any injury inflicted on them. Those who didn't matter she'd either help or let them get hurt. Those she hated usually didn't last too long.

The year before, one of the senior guys tried to play a senior prank on Tuffnut by trying to fake hmi out using one of the senior girls. The girl that lead him on ended up with her hair shaved off, burns on the lower half of her face and hands, as well as a broken nose. She earned these injuries in a car accident, along with others. She was found guilty of drunk driving and lost all of her scholarships to her top schools. The guys, on the other hand, where expelled for underage drinking, rape, possession of illegal drugs and three counts of rape. They each served four months in prison and when they got out, their financial aid was gone too. If there was one thing everyone learned during the twins sophomore year, it was not the hurt them. Ruffnut and Tuffnut were fiercely protective of one another, and despite the fact they hurt one another, they wouldn't stand for anyone else hurting their sibling. Ruffnut had made all these things happen to them for something that could have been a prank and punished them for breaking her brother's heart. After that, Ruffnut distanced herself from almost everyone.

Unlike the Bog Burglar girls, who were always pretty, Heather, a girl with really no gang affiliation, and Astrid, Ruffnut had never really been praised for her beauty. That for of thing never mattered to her parents. She was strong and smart, and those where the qualities they indulged in their daughter. Even with her friends, it was the same thing. She'd been friends with Snotlout since she was five, and whenever he was involved in playing pranks with the twins, he'd grin, high-five her, and tell her she was brilliant. Because of that, beauty mattered little to her and she didn't focus on it as much as the other girls did. Whenever someone thought she was pretty, she didn't take it as a compliment. There were times, as all teenage girls have, where she believed it wasn't true, but most of the time, she didn't give a fuck. Who the hell cared if she was pretty or not? She didn't.

Her father would probably disagree if she'd told him this. And Tuffnut Sr. would torture anyone who had the nerve to insult his daughter. The twins parents were opposites. Tuffnut Sr. was a torturer, skilled in breaking people apart, mentally and physically. He could break a man and turn him into the man he wanted them to be. He'd tear them down and rip out their souls. The scars Tuffnut Sr. left on people would last a lifetime, whether they were physical scars or emotional ones. Since the start of the gang, he had been in charge of getting information and sorting things out. Sometimes you needed a little extra support. His wife had put these men back together after he'd broken them apart. Ruffnut took her mother's place not long after she died and learned not only how to repair a man, but how to break him into pieces.

But Dagur was different. He was known for his creative ways in killing and torturing others. Ruffnut wondered something if the stories she heard about him were true. For the most part, her attitude toward most things was her not giving a fuck. If there was a reason for her to be worried, then she'd worry about it. Right now, for example, she didn't worry about Dagur hurting her. If he pulled a gun on her or tried to push her off the roof, then she'd worry about it. The twins used this philosophy constantly, which is why people always asked Tuffnut how he could be so happy. what was the sense in worrying about something you couldn't change? Oh no it's going to snow tomorrow. Well fuck the weather man, because it's still going to fucking snow. Dagur was dangerous, everyone knew that. He killed men for enjoyment and there was a rumor he had to kill or he'd go completely Beserk and would end up killing more. Ruffnut didn't think this was true, she just assumed he liked doing it and did it for fun. He was to be the head of a gang, was it really that surprising he killed people? Bunch of pussies...

When he agreed to go up to the roof with her, she told him to go and wait. Putting her hands in the pocket of her jeans, she went to the parking lot not far from the rooftop and popped open the trunk of her Audi A6. The twins shared it, since their father rarely wanted them out without the other one anyway. There was safety in numbers and he always encouraged the twins to have one another's backs. The twins were always together because they enjoyed one another and wanted to be close. That, and their father knew that they weren't exactly clean when it came to drinking and smoking, so he wanted them to stick together in case anything happened. That way they'd be safe, right? Juniors in high school were delightful.

Ruffnut went to her trunk and moved up the carpet and the spare tire. She'd rolled a few joints earlier in the week and put them there. Usually, it was easier to smoke joints rather than a pipe. If she went to the beach with Tuffnut or Snotlout, they usually watched the water and got high on a ridge she'd found when her mother died. It was better to smoke out there. But hey, things could be worse, right? After she grabbed a joint, she closed her car back up, slammed the trunk and relocked the doors. After that, she went to the building, having put the blunt between her breast to keep it from breaking, as it would have in her pocket. When she reached the fire escape, she jumped and grabbed onto the bottom bar and pulled herself up as if she was working out and climbed it with ease. Although she didn't look strong, she was probably one of the strongest girls in the school. Even the fatter and taller girls couldn't hold much compared to her. When they were causing a scene during their last prank, Ruffnut managed to grab and throw Snotlout. And not a little bitch throw where she tossed him on his back. She lifted him completely off his feet and hurled him fifteen or so feet from where she had been standing.

The distraction worked. Tuffnut had planted four bombs in the school. Each of them were labeled: 1, 2, 3, and 5. School was cancelled for a week because they couldn't find the fourth bomb. And no one could prove it was the twins. They'd titled all the cameras, created blind spots, covered any tracks and made sure they had alibis. Oh, and there were no fingerprints for the FBI either. Their father was going out of the country that week and the twins wanted to go, yet couldn't because they had school. Problem solved. They went to Mexico.

At the top, she looked to where Dagur was and jumped across the ledge and then over two more to reach him. Sitting down on his left hand side, since that what was closest to her, she got comfortable and then pulled the joint out of her shirt. Seeing the one, she smirked. "This is the strongest weed we grow. Trust me, you only need a few hits to feel something." And, they had to go back to class. She didn't want to be that high. Just happy and feeling good. That would be perfect considering the two classes she had left in the day.

"Do you want to start it?" She offered the joint to him, since he still had the lighter. And, it seemed like the right thing to do. Offering it to him, anyway.

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Dagur shrugged “I don’t care.” He took his lighter out of his pocket and lit the joint before sticking it in his mouth.

The two teens sat in silence for a few minutes, the only noises being the sounds from the streets below them and Dagur’s exhale at every puff of smoke he released into the air. It didn’t take him long to notice that, damn, Ruffnut was right. It hasn’t been that long and he was already starting to feel his muscles relax and his brain be put at ease. It usually took forever when he just used regular smokes, sometimes a whole pack just to feel a little buzz or… well, anything at all.

Same with him and alcohol. Let’s just say that Dagur had a pretty high tolerance to the stuff. It took more than one too many beers to get him drunk, anyway. Sure, sometimes they made him hiccup but…
The ginger’s mouth quirked in a flash of a smile that disappeared as fast as it showed itself. Must have been the weed kicking in.
Hiccup. Now there was a name he hadn’t heard in a little while. He’d have to fix that at some point today. After all, the kid was great fun to mess with. A great moving target too. Sure, Dagur only used ever blanks on him, but the point still applied. Yep, the day he got his first gun in his hand was a really good one.

He still kept that small pistol, actually. He rarely used it anymore, in favor of rifle or, when he wanted to go medieval, his crossbow. But he kept it around more for sentiment than anything else. That and he had a few unfinished fights he’d just love to finish off with that gun someday. It was there when the brawls started and it sure as hell would be there when Dagur ended them. Every last one.
He let out a bemused chuckle and held the blunt between his fingers as he let out one more cloud of smoke from his lungs. “Fuck, this is good stuff.” He mused, holding it out to Ruffnut.

In the background, he heard the school bell ring, signaling for the classes to switch out. Eh, they could hang out for a few more minutes. At least until they’ve both gotten high enough to make it through the rest of the day.

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Ruffnut was glad that lunch was only a class away. It wasn't a big deal now, but it would be later. She took her phone out of her pocket and group texted her brother and Snotlout. She would probably want pizza after this, and they were allowed to have food delivered to the school as long as it was during their lunch hours and they paid for it. Twice last year the twins had ordered pizza and asked them to be put on the Honor Society's tab. The club didn't know who it was, but they also weren't appreciative of it. Their treasurer, Astrid, was far less pleased. The twins thought it was funny, and when Astrid calmed down, Snotlout did too.

Lifting the joint back to her lips, she inhaled slowly. It tended to help her get higher that way. Not that she needed to overdo it or anything. Sharing a joint was usually the best way to mellow her out and make everything either amusing or easy to get through. And, she didn't have any of the physical symptoms of being high, like the glossy or red eyes.

Sitting on the roof with him, a bemused grin started to form on her lips and she reclined back, leaning on her arms, passing the joint to him. Now she was starting to wonder if she should pay for the pizza or if she should put it on the football team's tab. Snotlout was on the football team, so that might actually work. Then again... she'd have to order at least ten pizzas, to make it seem like it's something the football team would do. People would notice that. And she wasn't that high. It wasn't that she couldn't pay for it, she just liked causing trouble in the office. They panicked about stuff like that. Her freshman year, the twins had also reconstructed a bomb inside the office that when it exploded sent melted marshmallows everywhere. It was another one of those 'the twins did it' things that no one could prove.

When he mentioned liking the weed, she smirked. "I can get you some if you want." She offered. Their gangs dealt in opposite trades. The Hooligans dealt in mostly stimulants. The Besekers sold mostly weapons and a few depressants here and there.

They were still passing the joint back and forth when she heard the bell.

Fuck it.

Then, she checked her phone. Tuffnut asked her if she was smoking and where the hell she was. Snotlout was pissed off she didn't text him first and also wanted to know. Then added that pizza was fine with him. He wanted a meat lovers, since it was the manliest thing there was. The blonde laughed to herself and texted them that she'd order it soon. Then, as she was putting her phone away, she took the joint from Dagur. "hey?" He asked. "Do you want to each lunch with us?" She suddenly asked. "I'm thinking about ordering food... and since we're smoking it just seems to be the right thing."

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Dagur shrugged “Why not?” He knew that the twins usually got pizzas when they ordered at school, mostly because of that one time he noticed that Ruffnut had stuffed a few left over slices into her bra because she had nowhere else to carry them at the time. That was how she justified it when she pulled them out while they were smoking together one day. He could go for a few slices. It was better than whatever crap they’d be selling in the cafeteria for sure.

Then, he remembered Ruff’s offer about getting him some of her drug and blinked “You’re serious about the weed?” It wasn’t exactly uncommon for the two of them to share things. After all, they were sharing a joint right then. But her offering to get him some of that weed was less frequent. Dagur was usually pretty self sufficient when it came to his needs. Being the godfather’s son made it pretty easy to get what he wanted, be it drugs, alcohol, or whatever else tickled his fancy at that time.

But stuff like this didn’t show up all that often. And Ruff had it at her disposal! This could be the stuff to get him through history class for the first time in, well, forever. A thought came into his head and he pondered for a minute before making it known “Wait, what’s the catch? How much do I gotta pay you?”

He saw her open her mouth to answer, but she was cut off by the sound of the rusted metal door that separated the staircase inside from the roof screeching open.

'Fuck.' Dagur grimaced 'Caught already?'

Sure enough, they were. Not a second later did the deep voice of a teacher bellow out at them “Figured you two’d be up here. Get ridda that smoke and get to class, both of ya!”

Dagur just stared back at the man. Really? He honestly thought that they’d just cooperate like that? He took the joint from Ruffnut and inhaled again. He blew out another cloud of smoke without a care in the world. What was this guy gonna do anyway? It wasn’t like he had a lot of power over the two teens. In fact, they could probably kill him right there and not leave a trace. But that would probably be a bad idea. Unlike a lot of Dagur’s victims, people would notice if this guy was missing. They’d look for him and go into a frenzy, even if the two of them hid the body well enough. It would just be pointless and, overall, boring.

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Good. Somehow she didn't understand why their gangs respectively separated. She thought it was foolish that despite their alliance they'd keep to themselves. That was usually a foolish idea that ended badly. There wasn't anything wrong with having someone beside you to keep you strong. Not being alone was why the twins were always together, why they didn't suffer from loneliness, and why they always had a reason to be happy. To be a twin was to never be alone. Despite being annoyed by it sometimes, it was more of a gift than a curse.

Ruffnut looked at him when he seemed to think there was some ulterior motive involved. What could she say to that? Shaking her head, she lowered the joint and slowly exhaled. "There is no catch. You like it and I'm offering it to you. Hasn't anyone ever like... you know, given you a gift before?" She asked, as if him asking the question was even more ludicrous. The two of them smoked together on an off, sometimes he had weed, sometimes she did. but the stuff she had was usually better. Especially this stuff.

"I mean, if you wanted to buy me a coffee or something as payment, I'm not going to say no." Was her secondary response. Who said no to coffee? She didn't expect anything from him, but if he wanted to get her something so he didn't feel obligated, she didn't have a problem with that.

When the door opened, she turned and looked at the teacher for a second. She didn't move. She took the joint from Dagur and leaned back on her hands, swinging her legs back and forth over the side of the building. When the teacher moved toward them, she turned to glare at him. "Does your wife know?" Ruffnut suddenly asked him. She offered the joint to Dagur again. It was getting low, so they wouldn't be too much longer. Still, this weed was too good to waste. "About the affair, I mean?" she questioned, a smirk on her lips. "I could tell her you're sleeping with four of the teachers. Since you're already sleeping with three, I don't think the fourth will change much. It just moves past the three strikes thing. Then, with all the money you have on the side, writing papers and your private studies, you'd be up for paying her alimony, then the child support. Your wife, she's a lawyer, right?" The teen questioned again, making it clear she already knew the answer.

When the teacher stopped and seemed to grow concerned, Ruffnut glanced toward the rusted door he'd forced open. "You can leave now."

The two were left alone not after. She smirked, looking out at the school grounds from where they were perched on the roof. He was staring at her and it made her smile. "You seem surprised." She teased.

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Dagur blinked at Ruff’s response to him. Was she kidding? She didn’t want anything from him? “No…” He plainly answered “no one ever just gives me things. Except my sister, sometimes.” His whole life, he’s had to take whatever it was that he wanted. It was one of the first things he learned growing up: every man for himself. Talon was the only one who ever just got him something or gave him a reward that was more than ‘you can eat my food and sleep in my house for one more night.’

All his life, Dagur’s had to take. It was completely alien for anyone but his sister to give him anything. Not that the offer was unwelcome or anything… but it was far from the usual in the life of Dagur the Deranged. He changed his position and sighed “I’ll think about it.”

What happened next, though, was something that Dagur didn’t expect to come from Ruffnut. She got that pain in the ass to go away just like that! Just by talking to him and nothing else! It was so different from his own style of… taking care of problems, but it was just as effective.
The blonde sounded so neutral yet there was some kind of a force behind her voice that made her all the more convincing. She knew exactly what to say, when to say it… she had an upper hand on the teacher in the blink of an eye and she didn’t so much as move from her spot. Of course, he knew that everything she said was true. The guy was kind of the faculty’s playboy, if one was to ever be named. Not that anyone cared, but still.

It was control that he’d never seen before and, frankly, he was very intrigued by it. Dagur could be pretty persuasive himself, but he was more of a man of action than anything. To him, it was amazing that Ruff could put so little effort into what she was doing and be just as effective as threatening the guy with the knife he had tucked into his boot. He had to know…

“How’d you do that?” He wondered.

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Ruffnut thought his reaction was strange. No one had ever given him anything? It sounded strange to her that people would be against giving the heir to a gang something. if anything, he was the guy that you wanted to like you, right? Hiccup got gifts from people all the time, most of which he rejected or gave to someone else. Ruffnut still had a jacket that Hiccup had given to her since she liked it and it didn't look that big on her, considering how tall she was. Since she was taller than most women, mens jackets and shirts could fit her, but her hips were too small for mens bottoms, unless there was a drawstring. All her life she had shared everything with her brother, so she never formed a solidified concept of ownership. To her, things were just things. Whenever she had something, food, drugs, money, anything, it was in her nature to share it or try to give it away. Even when she smoked, she rarely did it alone. Tuffnut had a test that he couldn't miss in his previous class, so he had to go. Fishlegs hated it when she smoked. Hiccup never did it in school, especially since he was trying to impress Astrid. Astrid was too stuck up. And Snotlout was being drug tested this week as a requirement for the football team. Dagur was just one of the other people she liked and trusted enough to smoke with her.

The twins had always been seen as a half of the whole. Since they were kids, even their parents and relatives called them 'the twins,' or 'Ruff and Tuff.' It was their nicknames and they wore them with pride. Honestly, they loved never having to be alone and having someone there for them. They bickered and argued here and there, but they weren't every completely alone.

At the question, she scrunched her eyebrows and narrowed her eyes, which showed her confusion. Her mouth opened slightly and her head moved a little. "How... did I do what?" She asked, as if the question didn't make sense to her. "You mean why did I threaten him instead of stab him?" She asked, honestly. "When I was a freshman, his wife came into the school and got into a huge fight with him. She threw a drink in his face and threw her ring at him, saying that if he was unfaithful, she'd take him for everything he had. She loves him, but if things end, she's not taking it laying down. He has all these investments and money hidden away. He just can't do anything but teach. I've had him as a teacher before, he's always been sorta..." She paused, "Interested. But I don't want any of that shit and won't stand for it. I've known for a while, I guess. Sometimes, a person's biggest weakness isn't their physical body or a fear of being hurt. My father tortures for Stoick, so torture isn't effective against him. It's the same for me. Physical pain doesn't bother me, but someone causing physical pain to my brother would make me give up everything to protect him. He's my brother. Are you the same with your sister?"

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“Yeah, we are.” Dagur mused “She and I were inseparable when we were little; we always played together. And, as dad taught us how to fight and what was expected of us, we were sparring partners. Hell, sometimes we’d get into fights together just so we could show off.”

He smoked the joint again and it ran out, so he flicked the remainder of it somewhere on the concrete ground “See, my parents always had the idea to raise us with tough love. We had to earn everything because they thought we wouldn’t know value otherwise, like we’d run the gangs into the ground or something. Not like that’s not happening right now or anything...” he mumbled the last part before speaking up again “Dad was the one that always let us slide a few times. Gods, he gave in every time Talon begged or gave him some cute face. So she always did the talking. But she always knew I’d kill for her in a heartbeat.”

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Ruffnut looked up at the sky. "It's much the same with my brother and I." She explained. It felt as if Dagur was the only person that would understand when she was about to say. "Our parents were always pretty fair with us, but our mother favored Tuffnut and our father favored me. My mother thought I was too much like a boy when I was young, I fought and cause trouble like one, I hurt others, and took things that weren't mine. Tuffnut was easy and nice, for the most part. We learned to fight against one another and against others. No one can beat us when we're fighting together. But we can fight one another just as well. We argue and bicker, but I love my brother and I'd kill for him." Somehow this felt easier to explain now than it had to anyone else. Snotlout had no siblings so he didn't understand. None of the others had siblings, so none of them understood what it was like to be killing to do anything for someone else. The twins had always never had to be alone because they had someone else always by their side.

"It's nice to have someone who understands." She explained. "Someone who knows what it's like to love someone as much as yourself. It's rare thing."