Inspired by BerkDragonRider's WTS (Watching the Sequel)

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Not long had passed since Hiccup, the pride of Berk, had awoken after losing his foot to the battle against the Red Death. Many Berkians still had a hard time believing the peace, and a few even shunned he boy still. However, Hiccup had become a hero in most's eyes and had even acquired what he referred to as "a mutual crush" with his dream girl Astrid Hofferson. Life couldn't be better.

"Alright, gang, let's break it up..." The Haddock boy directed at Astrid and Snotlout, his utterly obnoxious cousin. They were constantly bickering, especially now that the boy claimed "she betrayed him." He had a hard time believing she could've kissed Hiccup, when all of his attempts to even get a date had all failed. It was quite pathetic, really.

"Y- yeah, Astrid. Gods, women, am I right, 'Legs?" Bad move. Always tread lightly when the easily-angered Hofferson girl has your face inches from your fist.

The rest of the group winced as they watched Astrid knock some sense into the boy, and waited for him to stand up. Snotlout rubbed his aching nose and glared. Oh how the "mighty" hath fallen...

"Cmon, we've got to go see what my dad wants..." Laughing despite himself at the scene that had unfolded, he had to remind himself that he was expected at the Great Hall soon. His father, Stoick the Vast, was not exactly the patient type, either. Hiccup had a gut feeling he knew what his dad wanted the team of dragon riders to check out, but he was better safe than sorry.

"Maybe he wants us to catalog some of the new dragons on the island..." Fishlegs said, mostly to himself, on the way over. He always despised getting tasks from the chief. He was perfectly capable, but usually the pressure made him crack. He prayed to Odin that he didn't do what he thought he did...

"Or maybe he needs us to demolish part of a forest?!" The twins echoed each other.

"Why in Thor's name would we do that?" Asked a very testy Astrid.

"Your guess is as good as ours."

"You're not blowing anything up," boomed a loud voice. Were they there already? It seemed they hadn't been paying much attention, walking blindly from memory. "I know you've all seen that- that thing." The chief seemed exhausted. Another long day of duties, no doubt. "We think it's a dragon egg. Gobber and I questioned the elder, but she is keeping to herself. All that was requested was that you six be the ones to take care of it."

"Hence the dragon egg theory..." Hiccup pieces the puzzle together. "Okay, dad, we'll check it out for you."

Not long after, the group of teens arrived at the object. It was an egg-sized hunk of what resembled sapphires. The residents of Berk had not seen it arrive; rather, it had been discovered by a fisherman at sunrise that morning. They all squirmed a bit upon approaching the strange crystal. Fishlegs even let out a bit of a whimper. Even Astrid was a bit fearful of the orb; since it had arrived, most of the dragons on the island had steered clear. Toothless, and the companions of the other riders, had made sure to exclude themselves from this mission.

"Whatever it is, I want one!" Snotlout exclaimed, to the excited nods of the twins. He started towards it, arms raised to pick it off the ground.

"Don't. If it scares the dragons, it's probably in our best interest to not touch it." The chief's son threw out his arm to stop the larger boy. Snotlout was too big for the scrawny boy, though. Running forward, he placed his hand on the cool surface of the object.

In a flash, they were surrounded. Bright light and a thunderous boom, louder than the roar of a Thunderdrum, enveloped the gang of dragon riders and pushed them to the ground. Astrid was the first to stand.

"Where are we?" Her hand brushed the walls of a building unlike anything on Berk. As her eyes adjusted, she took in a large blank wall. This wall was white and curtain-like, as opposed to the others which were a mix of velvet and metal.

"Uh...guys?" Fishlegs held out a piece of paper, speaking for the first time in ages. The writing is very sloppy, and much of it has been revised. It appears that the owner did not speak Norse as a first language. Hiccup accepts the paper and reads, the others watching him carefully.

"Welcome, Hiccup and friends." They all lose their color at the mention of his name. "Sorry for pulling you into the future (yes, that's where you are) without warning, but I thought you might want to see this." As the boy continues reading, the note explains where they are and what they need to do to "watch a movie." Apparently their story had been documented, and now they had the chance to watch themselves...only, what they'll be watching occurs five years in their future. Hiccup cringed a bit; he had known many Vikings whose looked suffered as they aged. Not being particularly good looking to begin with, he feared for the worst. The others seemed to share his thoughts.

Following the notes instructions, they managed to project the movie on to the big white wall. This was it; their future was about to unfold before them.

Taking their seats, they all gazed intently at the screen and watched it begin.

This...is Berk.

The group turned to look at Hiccup. He went completely red in the face; apparently, this had been narrated from...his perspective? The others just blinked at him (Astrid offering a weak smile), before realizing he truly hadn't said anything; the voice was slightly deeper, anyhow. Returning to the screen, they watched as their home was reintroduced, waiting to see what they each looked like.

Fishlegs was first to appear; he had grown both out and up in the five years, and sat atop his Gronckle, Meatlug. They appeared to be participating in a sport. "Dragon racing," as older Hiccup referred to it. Fishlegs, sitting in the theater, straightened up a bit at the sight of himself. His mood quickly changed however when Snotlout's older self claimed the sheep from him.

"Sorry, Fishlegs...Did you want that?"

Snotlout snorted his approval, and was met by the shushing of the others. He, too, had a change of mood when he found himself giving his prize to none other than- no way! He was totally hitting on Ruffnut! Astrid laughed, joined by Hiccup's snickering, as Snot's ears burned. Ruff slapped the back of her brother's head, as if daring him to say anything, before rolling her eyes at the embarrased boy.

The race continues, the twins bringing in their sheep to the already-full basket, painted with their dragon. Stoick, with a bright expression and some grey scattered throughout his red tangle of beard, addresses the crowd.

"That's nine for the twins, Astrid lags with three, Fishlegs and Snotlout trail with none!" The chief turned to Gobber and lowered his voice. "...and Hiccup is- nowhere to be found."

"Scared him off with the big talk, didn't ya, Stoick?"

Hiccup twisted in his seat, puzzled and slightly afraid of what would happen to his future self when Stoick got a hold of him. What was this "big talk" Gobber was referring to? Only the gods could be sure. Astrid, however, had a pretty good idea and looked over at him with concern. He was gonna need a huge pep-talk if she was right.

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Hope you enjoyed the first chapter of my version of a WTS (credit goes to BerkDragonRider for the idea of a WTS and I do not own any characters or script pieces from the HTTYD series). Chapter two up soon! Happy New Year!

P.s. I might do a modern au soon, so keep your eyes open! Reviews appreciated on everything, both good and bad...