Hiccup shushed both of the snickering boys as he shut the back entrance to his house.
“Hey, you two idiots want to wake up my dad, be my guest,” he hissed, probably louder than their now stifled laughter had been.
“How’s your nose?” Tuff teased. “Still sore?” Self consciously, Hiccup rubbed at it.
“Fine. How’s yours?”
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