#angry mob

The premise is that Viggo is captured by Berk post-Dire Straits. Stoick wants to execute him. Hiccup (ever the pacifist) doesn't want that. The 'angry mob' part comes as Viggo is paraded through Berk as a prisoner of war.

Originally Hiccup was going to rescue him from that, but as I was writing it became clear that this is also a story about Hiccup and Stoick, their different ideologies, and their different approaches to being a 'good chief'. It's going to be fun, and I hope people will enjoy it! Here a snippet.

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I finally caved and got a Bad Things Happen bingo board. This is one of the prompts from that.

@jegulus-microfic February 12, Word count 412

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James was full of so much excited energy that it was a wonder the others couldn’t hear him buzzing. He could hear the sounds of the other students gathering on the grass outside the castle. They were right where they wanted them. The four of them came around the corner of the greenhouses and raised their wands. 

“There they are!” Someone shouted accusingly, and the rabble turned on them. 

“Let’s do this quick, yeah?” Peter stammered. They quickly cast the revealing charm. 

Huge tables laden with food appeared on the grass as fireworks filled the sky, enchanted to show up clearly even in the bright sunlight. 

‘Happy End Of School, Love The Marauders!’ 

They spelt out, and just as planned, the previously disgruntled witches and wizards cheered.

“And we’ve got one last surprise!” Sirius yelled, coming into view atop his slimy steed. He waved his wand with a flourish at the pair of fluffy pink bunny slippers lying in the grass. They watched as they grew bigger and bigger, forced to crane their necks as the slippers towered over them. 

“Is that supposed to be impressive?” Mary shouted out of the crowd, her robes and hair dyed every colour imaginable. 

“Gees, Mary, give a man a second!” Sirius shouted back, huffing indignantly. He jabbed his wand at the enormous sippers, and they began to hop, which, for slippers that size, was quite a substantial distance from the ground. “Anyone brave enough for a go?” Sirius goaded the crowd, and a few brave souls stepped forward. It wasn’t long before a line formed as the first few people’s excited shrieks filled the air. 

“Success?” James asked his friends. 

“Oh, yeah!”

“A few bumps, but we pulled it off.”

“If it wasn’t for me, nothing would have worked. But yes, total success.”

“Wooohoooooo!!!”

“He’s never getting off that snail, is he?”

“Not a chance. From now on, it’s you, him and a giant fucking snail. Good luck with that,”

“James, can I interest you in a giant fucking snail, or two?”

“HEY SIRIUS! LUPIN SAID YOU CAN KEEP ALL THE SNAILS!!!”

“GET BACK HERE, REGULUS ARCTURUS BLACK!!!”

James watched as Regulus easily outran Remus and hopped onto one of the bunny slippers as it set off around the grounds again. He went over to the drinks table and got himself a butterbeer. He took a sip and sighed contentedly as he looked around at all the smiling faces. What a legacy to leave behind.