Hey everyone! This is PFT3000 here. As some of you may know, I adopted fire1997's story, How to Watch Your Future. So I believe the first four chapters are his. So until chapter five, everything will be almost exactly the same. Thanks!
Disclaimer: How To Train Your Dragon belongs to Dreamworks.
''You did it Hiccup, you get to kill the dragon!'' Gobbers happy jell made Hiccups heart clench. He knew that he wouldn't be able to kill a dragon. Not because he couldn't, with his new skills, he could kill any dragon he wished, he wouldn't. He refused to become another mindless killer, killing innocent dragons for glory! He knew what he had to do. But before he could open his mouth to say something, a bright flash enveloped the entire arena and the Vikings of Berk, along with the Dragons living in the queens nest all disappeared.
=Location Unknown=
They appeared in a dark room, filled with seats, and a giant screen in the front. In the front was a single seat, where Hiccup was sitting, while Stoick, Gobber and the teens were sitting in the row behind him. The rest of the Vikings were sitting behind them.
Above the Vikings was a large stone room where the Dragons appeared. They looked around in confusion, squawking and growling. A certain Nightfury was looking around as well, searching for his human. Suddenly, a man and a dragon appeared before them. The man had a black, long-sleeved shirt and dark red pants with a sword tied to his back. He had dark hair and green-brown eyes that seemed to glow slightly. The dragon next to him was a dark blue Skrill. Many dragons bowed slightly to one of the few dragons that could match a Nightfury, while Toothless just narrowed his eyes.
The man spoke, his voice deep and soothing, ''Do not be alarmed, I have not brought you here to harm you. You are here to watch something with me and some others. I will call you down in a little while, and I urge you not to attack anyone.'' He turned to the Skrill and said, ''Spark, stay here please.'' The dragon gave a nod, and the man left, disappearing in another flash of light.
Down with the Vikings, many of them were standing and trying to find a way out. Stoick stood and took a massive breath, before hollering, ''WHY HAVE WE BEEN BROUGHT HERE? COME FORTH, WHOEVER DID THIS, OR FACE THE WRATH OF STOICK THE VAST, CHIEF OF THE HAIRY HOOLIGAN TRIBE!''
With a flash, the man appeared, holding his hands over his ears, ''Shees, you've got quite a set of lungs there, Chief. If you yelled any louder, you'd be heard from outer space''.
Stoick stepped forward, standing next to his sons chair, ''Who are you, why have you brought us here?''
The man smirked, and bowed, ''My name is Fire1997, though you can just call me Fire. I've brought you here to show you something important, something that could change the course of yourlives for the better. I have brought you here, to show you what will happen five years in the future''.
Exited murmurs went throughout the crowd, many Vikings thinking that this man was going to show them how to get to the nest and how to finally get rid of those devils. Hiccup on the other hand paled. Five years into the future. There was no way he could hide Toothless for that long, so he either left or was banished. He remembered what he was thinking before they were all brought here, how he would never be a dragon killer, and figured that leaving was the only way he could save both himself and Toothless. His thoughts were interrupted by the man, as he motioned for the
crowd to sit down.
''I will bring my other guests here now, and I warn you, should any of you try to hurt them, you will not like the consequences''.
After getting a nod from each of the villagers, he raised his hands, and a slide appeared, and from it came...
''DRAGONS!'' shouted the Vikings. They went to grab their weapons, but found they couldn't move. Stoick looked at Fire with rage burning in his eyes, ''What is the meaning of this!?''
Fire looked him it the eyes, not showing a hint of fear, ''The dragons are here as my guests. As I said, if any of you try to harm them, there will be severe consequences. I'm going to release you now, and if any of you do anything, I'm going to keep you paralyzed the entire time''.
He waved his hand, and the Vikings felt the pressure keeping them down lessen. They didn't try to get up, knowing that someone powerful enough to paralyze them all at once was not to be trifled with.
Fire nodded in satisfaction, and motioned towards the screen. They directed their attention towards it as it lit up.
Hiccup: (Narration) This... is Berk.
The Vikings were shocked to hear that voice. I was definitely Hiccup, but he sounded...older.
Hiccup: (CONT'D) The best kept secret this side of, well, anywhere. Granted, it may not look like much, but this wet heap of rock packs more than a few surprises.
[On a cluster of sheep, hiding nervously between buildings as shadows of passing dragons race by.]
The Vikings glare at the dragons, how dare they invade their home. And in broad daylight!
[The group moves as one, receding into a shadowy alley, pushing one sheep out into the light. It's suddenly snatched and carried into the air!]
Hiccup: (Narration) Life here is amazing.
They teens in particular were shocked to hear him say that. They made his life a living hell, they knew that. But Hiccup sounded...happy?
Hiccup: (CONT'D) Just not for the faint of heart. You see, where most folks enjoy hobbies like whittling or needlepoint,
Snotlout and the twins snickered at this, Snotlout adding, ''Only you'd enjoy that, Useless!'' He and the twins exploded in laughter while Hiccup curled into his seat, trying to make himself smaller.
Hiccup: (Narration) we Berkians prefer... a little something we like to call-
[WHOOSH, WHOOSH, WHOOSH! A wash of vibrant colors blurs by. Dragons Barrel past at a dizzying speed. Their riders swipe, kick, and roll into one another while they weave neck in neck between the houses, docks, and revamped structures of Berk.]
The Vikings and dragons alike narrow their eyes. There was something off about the dragons, almost like someone was riding them. Hiccups eyes widened almost comically at the sight.
Hiccup: (Narration) DRAGON RACING!
Shouts of surprise echo across the room, but no one says anything, hoping they misheard.
Fishlegs: WHOOOOOOO!
[Fishlegs, now 20 and even larger, rides his Gronkle, Meatlug, who carries the sheep in her claws, until Snotlout, also 20, but every bit as juvenile, and his Monstrous Nightmare, Hookfang, side-check them steal their sheep.]
Snotlout: HO-HO! I'm sorry, Fishlegs! Did you want that?
Everyone's jaw dropped at the sight, mainly Fishlegs and Snotlout. They were riding those beasts!
[Fishlegs glares at Snotlout.]
Fishlegs: Snotlout, that was mine!
[Snotlout falls back toward Ruffnut and Tuffnut, who lag on their Hideous Zippleback, Barf and Belch. With a chivalrous grin, Snotlout tosses the sheep to Ruffnut. She snatches it with a sneer and a grumble.]
Snotlout: Here ya go, babe!
Having just recovered from the shock of seeing himself on a dragon, Snotlouts jaw dropped yet again. Did he just call Ruffnut babe. Everyone knew that he liked Astrid. Beside him, Ruffnut shuddered in disgust, while Astrid just sighed in relief. At least he wouldn't be coming after her anymore in the future.
Snotlout: Did I tell you that you look amazing today? Cuz' you do!
Ruffnut: (Disgusted) Ugh. Come on, Barf! It's starting to stink around here!
[Barf starts to peel off, spewing gas. Tuffnut mocks Snotlout with a mugging grin.]
Tuffnut: Nope, still hates you! Let's blow this place, Belch! Alright!
[Belch ignites the gas, sparking a flashy explosion, and leaving Snotlout behind in the smoke.]
Despite the fact that they were on a dragon, the twins still laughed. They loved destruction!
[As they rush past the main bleachers, Ruffnut drops her sheep into one of five baskets suspended over a chasm at the lap crossing. Each backboard bears an image of its corresponding dragon. The Barf/Belch basket filled to the brim with sheep. Presiding over the game, Stoick turns to the frenzied crowd.]
Stoick was shocked to see himself there. He was actually in peace with those devils?
Stoick: Ha-ha. That's nine for the twins,
The twins chear.
Stoick:(CONT'D) Astrid lags with three,
Astrid pouts a little bit. She was competitive in practically anything, and seeing the twins beating her so thoroughly was bruising her ego a bit.
Fishlegs and Snotlout trail with NONE!
[Stoick eyes an empty basket at the far end, its backboard painted with an image of Toothless.]
Stoick: And Hiccup is... nowhere to be found. Hmmm.
Hiccup is surprised. It looked like the village was finally a place he'd like to live, why wasn't he there? Many of the Viking narrowed their eyes at the painting, what kind of dragon was that?
Gobber: Scared him off with the big talk, didn't ye, Stoick?
[WHACK! Snotlout, still smoldering from the blast, gets clipped from behind. Astrid, rolls in, astride Stormfly, spirited and competitive as ever, and beautiful despite herself.]
Hiccup feels his jaw drop slightly at the sight of an older Astrid. She was even more beautiful that ever!
Astrid: What are you doing, Snotlout?! They're gonna win now!
Snotlout: She's my princess! Whatever she wants, she gets!
Astrid: Ruffnut?! Didn't she try to bury you alive?
The twins cheered again as the rest of the village facepalmed. Somethings never change.
Snotlout: Only for a few hours!
Hiccup: (Narration) Now, dragons used to be a bit of a problem here, but that was five years ago.
The vikings eyes widened. That was now! Hiccup finally understood. Somehow, he changed their minds about dragons. He grinned despite himself
Hiccup: (CONT'D) Now they've all moved in! And really, why wouldn't they? We have custom stables,
[The racers chase each other through a sprawling hangar and into a vast cave, teeming with colorfully painted dragon stables. Dragons of many shapes and sizes are there. They exit through the far side and circle back through the village, blasting past many of its dragon-friendly additions.]
Hiccup: (Narration) all-you-can-eat feeding stations,
[Shows a Deadly Nadder eating a fish]
a full-service dragon wash, even top-of-the-line fire prevention, if I do say so, myself.
[In the village, a baby Gronkle sneezes, accidentally setting one of the Viking houses aflame. Astrid rolls her eyes, peels away from the other dragon racers, and yanks open a spout on the overhead network of aqueducts, dousing the flames with a surge of water. Back to Stoick, amused as he watches the racers round the island, searching for sheep. He turns to Gobber and nods.]
Stoick: It's time, Gobber!
Gobber: Righty-ho! (aloud, to the crowd) Last lap!
[A horn sounds. The racers all turn to each other, excited.]
Astrid: The Black Sheep! Come on, Stormfly! We can still win this thing!
Astrid smiled, she knew that she was going to win. The other teens groaned.
Ruffnut: Come on, Barf!
Tuffnut: Let's go!
Fishlegs: Go, Meatlug!
[Gobber loads the Black Sheep onto a catapult.]
Astrid: Whooo-hooo!
Tuffnut: It's cool, it's cool, it's cool!
Gobber: (To the Black Sheep) This is your big moment. Have a nice flight!
[The sheep's eyes widen as it realizes what is about to happen. He pulls the trigger, LAUNCHING the black sheep into the air. Astrid spots it and steers Stormfly into a steep climb toward it.]
Astrid: Up, up, up, up, up, up!
[In a flash, Fishlegs and Meatlug fly in and nab the sheep.]
Everyone's jaw drop's. Fishlegs beat Astrid?
Astrid: NO!
Fishlegs: YES! Good job, Meatlug!
[Fishlegs tosses his captured prize to Ruffnut.]
Fishlegs: Here ya go, Darling! Mine's worth ten!
The teens turn to Fishlegs, who is staring at the screen in disbelief, ''B..but, I , wha?''
Ruffnut: Yeah! The Black Sheep!
Astrid: [To Snotlout] You guys are fighting for Ruffnut?
Ruffnut: I'm totally winning!
Fishlegs: We're winning together!
[She rams Barf into Meatlug, sending Fishlegs into an uncontrolled spin. He slams into Snotlout, sending their dragons tumbling head over tail. The crowd goes wild.]
The same happens in the theater. They still loved a bit of pain!
Snotlout: Oh, no!
Ruffnut: Whoo-hoo! NO ONE CAN STOP ME NOW!
Tuffnut: Except for me! We're attached, genius! Quit trying-
[He grabs at the sheep. Ruffnut fights back, inciting a tug-of-war.]
Ruffnut: Hey!
Tuffnut: -to steal all my glory!
[Astrid and Stormfly fly toward them. Astrid stands on Stormfly's back surfer-girl style.]
Stoick: Get 'em, Astrid!
Everyone turns to the chief, surprised by the blatant show of favoritism.
Tuffnut: It's my glory!
Ruffnut: You're always ruining EVERYTHING!
Tuffnut: NO SHEEP, NO GLORY!
[Astrid leaps off of Stormfly, runs up Belch's spindly neck, and plucks the black sheep from the Twins' hands.]
Astrid: Gotcha! Ha-ha!
[She tumbles through the air onto Stormfly, sticking a perfect landing, the Black Sheep in hand.]
Astrid sends a smirk the twins way, who just groan in annoyance. Snotlout seeing an opportunity, wraps his arm around Astrid, ''Good job, babe.'' he says with a smirk. Astrid quickly drabs his fingers, twisting them off of her along with his entire arm. He yelps in pain as he gets pushed off of the seat, before Astrid kicks him in the gut, making him whimper.
''Don't ever try that again, got it Snotface!?'' The young Viking nods, while Spitelout shakes his head at his son.
Tuufnut: Whoa!
Ruffnut: Astrid!
Stoick: Well played! Ha, ha, ha! [To the crowd] That's my future daughter-in-law!
Eyes around the room widen(AN: at least it's not their jaws dropping this time...) at the Chiefs words. Astrid is flicking her gaze from the screen to Hiccup and back, while Hiccup just sits there, completely frozen.
Fishlegs: Whoo-hoo!
Back to Astrid on Stormfly, eyeing the fast-approaching finish line, unaware as Fishlegs suddenly rams Meatlug into Stormfly, sending Astrid off-course. She recovers and sees Snotlout flying headlong toward her, war hammer cocked, aiming at Astrid.]
Snotlout: A-ha, excuse me!
Astrid: Stormfly!
[Snotlout HURLS his hammer. Astrid ducks and rolls Stormfly out of the way. The hammer catches Fishlegs in the face with a CLANG. The crowd collectively winces.]
The crowd winces at the same time they do so in the movie. That had to have hurt.
Crowd: Oh!
[Astrid and Stormfly recover from their roll, loop over the water, and they blast past the finish line, dunking the Black Sheep into their basket! ASTRID WINS!]
Stoick: That's thirteen! Astrid takes the game!
[The crowd comes unhinged. Astrid flies over the crowd, basking in her victory.]
Astrid lets out a small whoop, pumping her fist in the air.
Astrid: Yeah! Ooh-ooh!
Hiccup: [Narration] Yep. Berk is pretty much perfect. All of my hard work has payed off. And it's a good thing, too, because with Vikings on the backs of dragons, the world just got a whole lot bigger.
They sit there as the screen switches, eager to see what happens next.