CHAPTER #1
Third Person Pov;
"... You're not a Viking. You're not my son."
With that, Stoic left the great hall, slamming the door behind him. Hiccup simply sat there, too in shock to move. Suddenly, the whole village was filled with an all-encompassing white light. When it faded, all the Berkians were gone.
ASTRID Pov;
'What in Thor's name is going on?!' Astrid thought, eyeing the dramatic and rather sudden change in her surroundings. 'One minute I'm getting metaphorically eaten alive by my father, the next I'm sitting in this… This weird room! What?!'
Looking around some more, she examined the aforementioned room more closely. It was huge, holding the entire population of Berk. Three of the walls were decorated with heavy velvet curtains coloured a deep purple. The other wall was covered with a sheer white sheet, and everything, including the seat Astrid somehow only just realized she was sitting in, was trimmed with gold. Distantly, over the racket everyone else in the room was making, she could hear Stoic bellowing, demanding the attention of whoever had brought them there.
Suddenly, Astrid's eyes widened, remembering Hiccup. His father had looked so mad when he dragged him off, it would be a miracle if the boy was still alive. Rising from her seat, she scanned the crowd, doing her best to see through all the burly Vikings around her. It took her a moment to find him amongst the masses, and even so she had had to move far from her original seat.
"Hiccup! Oh my gods, are you alright? What happened?" Astrid exclaimed upon seeing him curled up in a corner, half under the drapery, head in his hands. Hiccup gave no outward signs of hearing her. After a second or two, Astrid sat next to him, laying her hands over his.
"What did he say, Hiccup? Tell me."
She waited intently for his reply, and, upon receiving none, sighed dejectedly.
"He disowned me."
Astrid started. 'He WHAT!?'
"He disowned me," Hiccup repeated, as if reading her thoughts.
"Blatantly ignored my attempts to warn him about the queen, literally threw me to the ground, and disowned me."
Rage boiled up inside her as she watched Hiccup, probably one of the strongest Vikings she knew, let out a sob. Slowly, as if testing the waters, she wrapped her arms around him, pulling him close. As he buried his head into the crook of her neck, tears staining her shirt and sobs shaking them both, Astrid's blood boiled. 'How DARE he?! I mean, yeah, Hiccup blatantly ignored every Viking instinct Stoic drummed into him, but to be disowned because of it? That son of a-'
"SILENCE, PUNY MORTALS!"
Everyone fell silent, following the orders of the creepy, disembodied voice.
"MY NAME IS TWISTY. NOT THE BEST, I WILL ADMIT, BUT THAT DOES NOT MAKE ME ANY LESS OF A THREAT TOWARDS YOUR WELLBEING! DISOBEY MY ORDERS, AND I SWEAR ON THE LIFE OF MY BRETHREN THAT YOU WILL FACE A WRATH WORSE THAN WHAT YOU COULD FIND IN HEL ITSELF! I HAVE BROUGHT YOU HERE TO WATCH A MOVIE, DON'T ASK WHAT THAT IS, YOU SHOULD BE ABLE TO GUESS WHEN IT STARTS! NOW, STAY STILL WHILST I TELEPORT YOU TO YOUR SEATS! I AM AFRAID THINGS GOT A LITTLE MIXED UP ON YOUR WAY HERE, SO NOT EVERYONE ENDED UP IN THE RIGHT PLACE!"
Another flash of of light filled the room, and all of Berk felt themselves be moved once more.