The six teenagers were at the Dragon Palace, waiting patiently as the blonde boy, at the head of their gang, muttered the incantation carved on the wall.
"Break open these stone doors
To recite the past's course
Or open these walls to
Learn of the world of new."
The wall cracked over and a room appeared. The teenagers came into the room.
"Master, you might want to shield your friends, upon the moment when you begin to travel the room will blast in fire. The portal was meant for flammable beings." The voice of the Nadder howled in his ear.
It was seconds before the-travelling-back-in-time began, Frostbite stretched his wings out of the, now modified, shirt of his, which would allow him to grow the wings without the hazardous need of throwing his shirt off every time he needed to fly. He wrapped his wings around his friends, tightly holding them for dear life.
"Frost! What are you…?!" Aster yelled being crushed by his brother's gooey wings.
Suddenly the sound of raging flames blew up the room and Aster forgot all about his protests.
The teenagers could feel how scorching hot Frostbite became from the blast. The said teenager was wincing at the heat, even being fireproof and used to a flame's cruel bites. The last thing they saw was darkness.
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Something was poking him on the head, and Aster swore if it didn't stop right now, he was going to pulverize it. Slowly, his ocean blue eyes opened. He was met by another pair of blue eyes, blonde hair and puzzled face.
Aster realised that it was a girl looking down at him. "Who are you?" She asked.
"The more important question is who are you?" He talked back, slowly getting up, he pulled out his axe, to defend himself.
She already had an axe in her hands, in a very stubborn stance. Seeing him as a threat she swung the axe at him, and he blocked her attack, and so the two locked in a deadly battle of the double bladed axes.
The axes clashed together, until Aster inspected more closely his opponent's axe. They were completely identical.
"Your axe, it's exactly the same to mine." He breathed out, sending another clash at the blonde girl. "That's impossible … my mother gave me this axe." He whispered, trying to find an explanation for this, while trying to block attacks from his opponent, who he had to admit was quite good. "Wait a minute … mom?!" He abundantly stopped his assault.
"What?!" She yelled in complete confusion.
"Is your name, by any chance, Astrid?" He cocked his head.
Indeed they looked much alike. Identical eyes, skin, facial features and by the looks of it, strength.
"Uh … yeah." She said completely baffled at how this strange boy knew her name.
"Perfect, brilliant, wonderful, Sweet Baby Thor in a Thunderdrum." Aster threw the axe to the sandy floor and looked around. His friends and siblings were scattered around the beach. Luckily, Frostbite was wingless and not on fire so maybe they wouldn't be banished instantly. "This probably gonna sound like the weirdest thing you have ever heard but we are from the future … and in the future, I'm kinda your son."
She starred at him. "B-but that's … impossible. You can't travel in time."
"Well, we look almost exactly like twins … well minus the hair and my mother gave me the axe that you're holding for my tenth birthday. The time traveling part, though … well, that's this guy's fault, him and his bad luck talent." Aster walked up to the blonde boy lying unconscious by the water and slapping him on the face a couple of times, until his green eyes began to open.
"Let me guess, Hiccup Haddock's son." She noticed how Aster winced when she said that sentence.
"Uh … yeah, Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III's only son." Aster tried to hide the anxiety in his voice.
"You mind telling me your name?"
"Typically … Aster."
"So if I'm your mother … then who is your father?" Astrid asked analysing the situation.
Aster ducked his head slightly, he was trying to hide the identity of his father so that he wouldn't accidently change the event of history that gave him and his siblings' birth. He thought about it for a moment.
"I'll leave it as a surprise." He smiled when she gave him an annoyed expression. "Frost! Wake up!" He kicked his brother's stomach, to get him out of his unconsciousness.
"Ow! Wha-what's going on?" He sat up rubbing his head and clutching his stomach.
"Well done, Haddock! You brought us to the past where my mother is a teenager!" Aster had his back to Astrid and was winking at Frostbite, to get it. Luckily, Frostbite was a guy with a brain and figured out what was happening.
Frostbite starred at his teenage mother. "And I suppose my dad is a teenager too?"
"Well done, genius. Now how do we get back?" Aster walked over to Val.
"How am I supposed to know?" Frostbite turned out to be a pretty good actor.
"So who are the others?" Astrid looked at the other people lying on the ground.
"Uh, that's Spitlout … quite self-explanatory, Snotlout's son … the one over there is Rufflegs, also quite simple Ruffnut's and Fishleg's son … that girl with the black hair is Anna, Tuffnut's adopted daughter and the red haired one … is well … uh."
"My sister, Ingrid and your daughter." Aster cut in.
Valhammara, conclusively, took after Astrid, generally. Though she balanced her parent's characteristics, inside she was more Hofferson than Haddock, by appearance and because her clothes were similar to the ones Astrid wore as a teenager.
"I named my children after myself and my mother, didn't future husband take any part in naming you guys?" Astrid asked.
"Well he did, but if we tell you then you'd know who it is. Ingrid, Ingrid, sis, wake up." Aster nudged her, to wake up.
"Uh what?"
"Ingrid, we're in the past and our mom is a teenager … thanks to you, Haddock." Val looked confusedly between her two brothers.
"Will you stop blaming everything on me, Hofferson?" Frostbite got up, ignoring the glare from Astrid.
The two brothers awoke the others in record timing, hinting for them to be quite about their brother and sister hood. Seeing that these kids were from the future, and needed to be shown to the rest of the village, Astrid led them back to Berk.
"So why did you get me disowned by my own mother." Frostbite whispered sarcastically to Aster as all of them walked to the direction of the village, with Astrid leading the way, some distance away from them.
"Yeah, and I'm curious why my name is my middle name." Val walked up to her two brothers.
Aster looked around to make sure his friends could hear him but mother couldn't. "Guys, we're in the past, our parents … dislike each other, if we tell them that they have three children in … 6 years, we might not exist because we told them that they got married. So from now on, we are not related and we hate each other." He pointed to the Dragon King. "And your name is Ingrid. Oh and if any one asks, our father is a secret and to cover up our surname is Hofferson." He looked at the others. "You got guys got that?"
They nodded their yesses.
"Great, well at least I get dad. The awkwardness continues." Frostbite rolled his eyes.
