Spinning was all he remembered. That and a vivid purple light. Then suddenly he was spat out onto the hard concrete – well, he didn't know it was called concrete, being a Viking and all, but there he was. And the thing he'd landed on was about as welcome a landing as a dragon trap.
He could hear Snotlout complaining about how his face hurt and how he was really thirsty, Fishlegs' repeated yelps of "Oh, Thor, oh, Thor!", Ruff and Tuff shouting for each other, and Astrid – actually, come to think of it, he couldn't hear her voice. Shakily he propped himself up on his elbows and shouted her name desperately.
"Astrid! Astrid, where are you?!"
"Hiccup?"
"Astrid! Are you ok?"
"Yeah, I think so. You?"
"Yeah. Where are the dragons?"
"Good point. Stormfly?"
"Toothless?"
"Hookie? Fangster? Where are you?"
"Barf?"
"Belch!"
"Meatlug! Come to Daddy!"
The last thing Hiccup saw before he blacked out was a dark, scaly face with wide green eyes staring desperately into his own.
"Toothless…" he breathed before the darkness claimed him.
Who is he, I hear you ask. Well, my friends – his name is Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III and he's just fallen through a portal that has sent him 1000 years into the future.
2016.
Scarlet laughed as she watched Ginger attempt to win a prize at the Whack-A-Viking stall. Those games were always rigged so that you would lose, but Ginger never let that phase him – he was one of the most stubborn boys she'd ever met.
A hand tapped her on the shoulder and she turned to face her other four best friends – Kevin, Rose, Fredi and Brian, all dressed in full Viking gear. Rose grinned at her. "Hey, we're going on the Long-Boat Swing again. Do you and Wacky McWhackster over there wanna go on with us?"
Scarlet nodded. "Sure thing. We can go on as soon as he gives up on that inflatable baseball bat he's got his eye on."
Fredi rolled her eyes. "When is he going to realise that he's never going to win anything? He's so –"
"Yes! I win!" Ginger turned to Freddie, his hands clutching the bat and a grin on his face. "What was that you were saying, Fredi?"
Fredi stuck her tongue out at him, to which Ginger stuck his out even further. It quickly became a competition to see who could stick their tongue out furthest, but was interrupted by Brian's proclamation that he'd just eaten a two-person nacho platter by himself and that going on the Long-Boat again would most probably turn his insides into his outsides. The gang decided that they'd had enough of the Viking Festival anyway and they should probably head back to Kevin's parents' beach house.
Kevin's parents were loaded, although he didn't like to talk about it. Instead, when his dad had told him that he and his mother were heading to Florida for the summer to visit friends, Kevin had immediately asked if he and his five biggest friends could have the beach house for the summer. His parents had agreed, so long as they did nothing stupid or reckless and didn't invite anyone else. So there they were.
When they reached the concrete-lined lane leading down to the beach house, Scarlet sensed movement up ahead. She jumped a little and grabbed onto the nearest person, who happened to be Ginger. It was totally because he was walking the closest to her, and not because they had a weird unofficial relationship that was teetering on the line between best friends and couple-dom. Totally.
Ginger looked questioningly at her, to which she replied, "I think there's someone up ahead. I sensed movement."
Kevin dug in his pocket for his phone and opened the torch app, shining the bright light around. The beam fell across six barely conscious teens around their own age, lying in the lane. They too were dressed in Viking garb. So naturally the teens assumed that they were some drunken fellow festival goers. And not real Vikings that had fallen through a weird magical portal to the future along with their pet dragons.
However, instead of doing what normal people would do and calling the cops, the teens decided to try and wake up the unconscious Vikings. And we all know how that's going to turn out.
Hello, and welcome to my most recently written story! Being a relatively new fan of HTTYD, but adoring the series and it's fandom to pieces, I have decided to write a Fanfiction about them.
The OCs in this story are all mine, and they are sort of a modern-day version of the Dragon Riders. Scarlet is Hiccup, Ginger is Astrid, Rose is Fishlegs, Kevin is Snotlout, Fredi is Ruffnut and Brian is Tuffnut. This will become more evident as the story progresses.
What do you think? Good? Bad? Needs more salt and pepper? (Even though I'm trying to cut down on salt and pepper makes me sneeze. Hehe, funny story about pepper: my friend thought it was a good idea to stick the pepper-shaker up his nose and inhale – the stupid, overly-curious moron, haha).
