Descendants Of The Archipelago

Rated; T
Pairing; Hiccup & Astrid
Disclaimer; I do not own HTTYD or Descendants. Everything belongs to its original creator.

Eight

=Normal POV=
(Friday, 12/27/2019-10:50 am)
(Class; Ways Of Good)

Snoggletog had been interesting to say the least. The five outcasts spent it wandering the campus, and talking a lot. Of course, they still got their three meals and sort of enjoyed the décor that was put up. Now it was a week until the big coronation, but first; family day was happening on Sunday, the 29th. It was just a day where parents could come to the school and spend time with their kids, see the school, and enjoy a nice party. The outcasts knew it was nothing special to them because it was highly unlikely their parents would be allowed off Outcast Island, even if for five minutes to take part in the festivities. At the same time; the five were kind of glad too. It would only take the blink of an eye for Drago to start trouble on Archian Isle with his power. Of course, Bolverk could do the same with his father's spell book on hand. Currently, the class was doing some silent reading or working on assignments for other classes later on today.

"Students, forgive me for interrupting," Mala got everyone's attention as the teenagers looked forward at her standing at the front of the room and facing them. "As you all know, Sunday is Family Day here at Archian Preparatory. I'm sure you're all excited to see your parents and siblings here on campus. Now…I know that five of you in particular won't be able to…Uh, enjoy those festivities due to…Distance, and laws," Mala continued, referring to the Outcast Island students in her class. "So we put together a little treat for you," she added with a bright smile.

"Oh, boy…" the five outcasts sighed heavily. Two staff members rolled in a TV cart, and behind them were the king and queen. A few things were hooked up while Mala summoned the five to come up to the front with her.

"Come, come," Mala invited. Bolverk rose first, then Olivia, Heather, Soren and Eret; the five moved as a group and stood where Mala motioned for them to do so. "Alright, we're ready…" she nodded.

"Are we sure this is a good idea?" Stoick whispered to Valka.

"It's only fair, Stoick," Valka reminded as Stoick nodded and looked to Mala to go ahead. Mala pressed a button on the remote as a group of adults popped up on screen. Drago was in the middle, trying to do something on his side.

"I don't see anything, nor do I hear. What's wrong with this thing?" Drago stated.

"Technology is so…Unnecessary. Where are the days you could just teleport or fly to see someone?" remarked Olivia's father, Alvin. It seemed her mother, Maeva Ogglebert was present as well beside him. Heather's mother, Rania, stood next to Oswald. And shockingly enough, Soren's mother, Magna, was beside Madguts. Drago and Eretson had no females beside them as Bolverk knew nothing of his mother, and Eretson's wife died in childbirth.

"The days before we got banished here," Madguts rolled his eyes.

"Someone give me a remote!" Drago ordered as he was handed one, trying to press different things. Rania reached over and pressed something on the keyboard as the small gaggle of people were surprised at the screen coming on and revealing their kids.

"Heather, sweetheart!" Rania beamed. Heather waved to her parents with a semi-smile.

"Livvy!" Maeva cheered.

"Hey, Mom…Dad," Olivia replied.

"Soren! Hello, son!" Magna waved. Drago rolled his eyes some.

"Shut up, all of you!" Drago ordered. The five outcasts quickly tensed; the man was not one for wasted time or cheerfulness. Drago had always been evil and right down to business; that would not change anytime soon, or ever for that matter.

"Who are all those people?" Madguts stated.

"Classmates, Father," Soren responded.

"Valka, so nice to see you again," Alvin smirked. Valka sighed, closing her eyes.

"I can't say I feel the same," Valka responded.

"Still married to the hothead?" Oswald laughed.

"At least he's good hearted!" Valka remarked.

"Val…Don't get dragged in," Stoick sighed as he pulled his wife to the side.

"We're so sorry," Eret whispered. Bolverk stepped forward.

"Hi, Dad," Bolverk greeted.

"Bolverk!" Drago yelled as Bolverk froze a bit. "I-," Rania nudged him in the side a bit with a warning look. "I miss you. How long until dad gets to see you again?"

"There's…A big coronation coming up next week, probably some time after that we…Might be able to take a trip back to see you all," Bolverk spoke.

"We…Have to run it by the king and queen first, if we can leave and come back," Eret added in.

"You sure I can't see you before then? I don't know what I'll do if I don't get my hands on-," Drago started, but got elbowed again by Rania this time. "You! You, my son who I love so much. It's been almost a month; I miss o-our time together,"

"Yes, you children are never far from our thoughts," Eretson mentioned.

"Ah yes, the days where you started the morning with making other scream in frustration, or children cry on the streets…" Madguts chuckled.

"It was tolerable to live here with such sweet sounds," Drago nodded with the others.

"Yes…We completely understand, Father," Bolverk replied gently.

"You can catch the coronation on TV," Soren jumped in. "It's…On the 4th, at 3 pm,"

"Oh, wonderful. And who is joining the royal family? Stoick and Valka having another kid after sixteen years?" Oswald snickered a bit as Stoick went to say something this time, but Valka and Mala insisted he stay quiet.

"Their…Daughter is becoming the queen," Olivia interjected.

"We'll be sure to watching…Intently," Drago responded.

Madguts leaned in more. "Soren, is that a dragon on your shoulder?"

Soren said nothing. "So nice to see the dragons again. I do miss the good old days…" Oswald said as Alvin and Eretson agreed.

"Either controlling or killing them," Drago smirked.

"Leave the dragons out of it!" Soren snapped; surprising the adults. "You can't hurt them anymore! This dragon loves me, and I love her. So give it a rest, would ya?" this left Madguts and Magna in silence.

"Ooh, burn," Oswald laughed.

"Oh…Shut up and got help your wife knit or something," Madguts mumbled.

"This coming from guy who gets forced to do laundry. You lost yourself after the banishment," Eretson countered.

"It's Drago's fault we all got locked up here!" Magna huffed. "Taking over the world with dragons, please…"

"You got locked up as evil-doers long before I did! I was the last to be stopped on sheer, dumb luck," Drago joined in the arguing now.

"You got beaten because Stoick and Valka, together, combined their positive, protective, good magic," Rania rolled her eyes.

"It's still his fault. We were all fine on the island, locked up and able to break out of prisons until this power hungry fool decided to do something that got us all kicked off to our OWN ISLAND and locked in behind a barrier we can't break because our powers don't work while within it!" Maeva scoffed.

"Did you do any better with trying to start war with them?" Alvin shot at her.

"It's not my fault that-," the adults began bickering back and forth as Drago looked annoyed. The teenagers looked at one another before Bolverk stepped forward and pressed the spacebar, ending the call quickly.

"I'm so sorry, kids," Valka told the teenagers.

"It's fine," Heather tried to smile.

"Thank you, for the special treat," Bolverk bowed his head as the bell rang and the five of them returned to their seats to get their bags. Their classmates were quiet, surprised to have heard everything that went down; it was clear to see that all the care and missing them was fake. And the five outcasts knew that right away, which is why they just stopped things. While the five packed up to get to their next class; they found themselves mostly alone and far away from Stoick, Valka, and Mala.

"Bol…" Olivia began. "What do you think our parents will do to us if we don't pull this off?"

"I…Think they'll be disappointed and never hear the end of it, but overall…Understanding and know we did our best," Bolverk smiled.

"Really?" The four friends looked at him with hope.

"No," Bolverk's smile faded. "We are definitely dead," he walked off and the others looked at one another with frowns, fully knowing that Bolverk was right. If they didn't get the scepter to tear down the barrier over Outcast Island; they were as good as dead. They would be outcasted from the outcasts if they didn't completely this mission successfully.

. . .

(Sunday, 12/29/2019-11:00 am)
(Archian Preparatory Field)
(Family Day)

The outcasts were definitely glad their parents couldn't be here for this; so much chaos would ensue. It was a beautiful outside, to there would be an outdoor lunch at 12:00 pm. In the meantime, the décor was fantastic and there were plenty of snack-like foods. Bolverk and his gang arrived when Astrid was leading a musical number about family and friends being together, afterward; the five friends made their way into the festivities more. Walking by a table with fruit on it; Bolverk snagged a couple grapes and enjoyed them as he saw Astrid with Stoick and Valka, taking some family pictures under an arch. Bolverk stayed put, watching her, and everything else around him. So many families; people who were around during the partial takeover by his father, Drago.

"That was a lovely performance, Astrid," Valka complimented.

"Thanks. Oh, I have something to tell you both," Astrid smiled, preparing for another picture with them. "I…Have a new boyfriend,"

"Thank Odin," Stoick sighed.

"Daddy, I though you liked Thuggory?" Astrid asked.

"I tolerated him for you, but I didn't like him," Stoick admitted.

"I always found he was spoiled, not capable of working with someone," Valka added in.

"Well, either way…I have a new boyfriend now," Astrid smiled wide for the photo between both of her parents. "There he is. Bol!" Astrid called, waving him over. Stoick and Valka's eyes widened, mouths hanging in utter shock. Astrid left their sides after the picture was snapped as Bolverk came beside Astrid.

"You called?" Bolverk chuckled a bit as he offered his arm to Astrid and she locked her arm with his.

"Mom, Dad…This is my boyfriend…Bolverk, from Outcast Island," Astrid introduced.

"Hi," Valka greeted with almost forced joy, still in shock that Astrid was dating Bolverk.

"I was…Thinking he could sit with us for lunch?" Astrid hoped and hinted.

"Of course!" Stoick laughed.

"I…Came with my friends. Can I bring them as well?" Bolverk asked.

"Certainly, the more the merrier," Stoick replied.

"I'll go get them," Bolverk told Astrid as she nodded and they hugged.

"How…About quick game of golf?" Stoick offered.

"Sounds great," Astrid agreed.

"I'll gather my friends and watch while you play with your parents," Bolverk suggested.

"Alright," Astrid smiled wide. Stoick led Valka towards the small golf course as Valka tried to not panic.

. . .

(11:45 pm)

Bolverk and his friends joined in the golf game; he was waiting for them at the next spot as an older man approached. "Hello," he greeted Bolverk.

"Hi," Bolverk offered a smile.

"I don't believe I've met you before," the man informed.

"I'm…Sort of a transfer student," Bolverk shrugged.

"Ah," the man nodded, understanding. Thuggory came over now, smiling.

"Dad!" Thuggory stated.

"Oh, Thuggory. Good to see you, lad. Give me a hug," the old man chuckled, hugging Thuggory. Bolverk faced both of them.

"Dad?" Bolverk asked.

"My father…" Thuggory informed coldly. "Dad, you shouldn't talk to this guy,"

"Why ever not?" the old man wondered. A twinge of annoyance hit Bolverk as he leaned on his club with a smirk like his father's. The old man's eyes widened instantly, realizing who he was. "You!" he said in shock. It seemed to be enough to bring the area to silence. "How…Are you here?" Bolverk didn't feel he should have to answer. Astrid hurried over quickly beside Bolverk.

"Chief Mogadon, it's okay," Astrid said. "Drago is still on the island; this is his son, Bolverk…" she tried.

"I don't' believe that makes it any better, Astrid," Thuggory scoffed.

"Hush you," Astrid snapped at him. "Don't you remember my proclamation, to give the kids of Outcast Island a chance?" she said softly.

"A chance to what, Princess Astrid? Finish what their parents couldn't?" Mogadon remarked. "Come now…You remember, don't you? The wars, the fighting…And worst of all; your father's cruelty to people and dragons," he stared at Bolverk. "Because of your father's evil…Those innocent dragons were forced under his control, to do his bidding by killing equally innocent lives. My son had to grow up without his mother because of your father's obsession with dominating not just us, but the world. For people to bow to him, or die if they refused…"

Bolverk swallowed a lump that formed in his throat; it actually did sound really bad. The sad part was that it was bad; his father caused so much pain and suffering during his time before the defeat. Bolverk stepped toward Mogadon, feeling guilt for his father's actions. "I'm-" Bolverk started.

"Don't you touch him!" Thuggory demanded, shoving Bolverk back some.

"Don't do this, Thuggory," Astrid warned him.

"Everyone can see it, but you, Astrid. Those five are bad, evil, rotten to the core like their parents and they've admitted to it!" Thuggory pointed at her angrily. "What do you think their parents taught them on Outcast Island? We all heard it in class on Friday? Starting the morning with tormenting others? Stealing? Lying? And they laugh about it because that's how they have fun,"

"Hey, back off her, Thuggory," Bolverk warned.

"Fool everyone else, but you can't fool me. And when you mess up; I'll be waiting to take out on and personally deliver you back to Outcast Island," Thuggory remarked. "All of them are bad. Eret snuck his way onto the football team. Soren will end up killing his dragon in fear of it. Olivia is likely to burn the school down trying to cook. Heather…You're just a flirt, waiting to break someone's heart. And you…Bolverk, stole my girlfriend,"

"He didn't steal me!" Astrid defended Bolverk now.

"I'm the flirt?" Heather glared. And then out of rage, she socked him in the face. "That makes you a jerk for hitting on me when Astrid left you!" Thuggory lost his balance and had a bloody nose. Heather grabbed Bolverk's hand, pulling him with her. "Come on, Bol," Bolverk shot Astrid an apologetic look. "Outcasts!" Heather called the remaining three to follow them. The five outcasts briskly made their escape from the crowd.

Astrid stood there as her friends looked surprised that she defended the outcasts; they helped Thuggory up and tended to the wound. "I was afraid of this happening," Valka sighed.

"Mom…It's not their fault," Astrid tried.

"No, daughter…It's yours," Stoick informed, pulling Valka away with him. Astrid lowered her head.

. . .

(2:00 pm)

When all the guests had left; the Outcasts decided it was safe to come out and sit at a picnic table with some lunch. Other were around them, basically talking behind their backs but it was more or less to their face. The five sat quietly, unsure how to handle the situation at hand because right now; it was very conflicting. Astrid approached, smiling.

"There you are," Astrid stated. "How are you all?" No reply. "Hey, forget about earlier. Some people are…More willing to let go of the past than others. Can't please them all, right?" she laughed a bit, but the others didn't respond. "I promise that things after the coronation will settle down and it'll be back to normal," she assured. Astrid set her hands on Bolverk's shoulders and kissed the top of his head. "I have a few things to do, but I'll catch you later, okay?" Astrid then headed off.

Fishlegs approached the table the outcasts were at. "Heather," Fishlegs said as she looked at him. "About before,"

"Fishlegs!" Thuggory snapped at him.

"Fishlegs, I'm so sorry. It's all my fault," Heather tried.

"It's-," Fishlegs started.

"Fishlegs!" Thuggory glared.

"Fishlegs…" Heather said softly.

"I'm…Sorry; I can't," Fishlegs returned to the others. Heather shoved her food away, hurt.

"What do we do?" Eret asked Bolverk quietly. Bolverk didn't say anything, but he sensed others coming slower. The particular voice of Bjorn, Mala's son, hitting his ears.

"Bolverk is just Astrid's bad boy thing," Bjorn told Thuggory. "I'm sure she'll see soon what we all do, and then they'll be gone and she'll return to you," Bolverk, usually one not to show emotion; let his anger get the better of him as he cracked his knuckles. "I mean, Astrid is never going to make an outcast her king," Bjorn remarked with laughter.

Bolverk closed his eyes as he stood up and faced them. "The desire to help was fair and true; but I won't be made the fool, so I'm taking back what I gave to you," he stated, opening his eyes as they narrowed and glowed green. With just a quick wave of his hand; Bjorn's hair returned to what it was before Bolverk had cast the spell to change his hair to something cool. "There's a lot more where that came from if you so choose to cross me in rebellion," he warned.

"Who do you think you are?" Thuggory growled.

"It's not a matter of think. I know who I am; the son of Drago Bludvist…So go ahead, test me if you think I'm kidding," Bolverk invited. In fear, the others scurried off. Bolverk's eyes returned to normal as he took a deep breath and faced his friends, who had risen to have his back if needed. "You know something; that just made it perfectly clear for me. I'm really looking forward to next Saturday…Let's grab that scepter and get back where we can be who we really are," he said. The friends said nothing, but they felt the same right now. A minor disagreement from earlier got everyone to turn on them, so why should they keep playing nice? There was nothing to feel bad about now. The five outcasts silently moved across campus and back into the school. There was just one more week of this, and they'd be free to show everyone who they really were.