"Frostbite … Frostbite … Dragon King!" A soft but strict voice hissed in his ear and immediately the teenager jolted up awake. His green eyes looked around his surroundings. This wasn't the arena.

Where am I? What happened? Where's dad? What happened to Aster and Val? Where are my friends? What time period am I in? The questions hit his head like a rock.

"Frostbite, I know you can't see me, but you have to trust me. It's me, Vepro. You have to return to your time period. Or your future parents will perish in the fires of your mistakes."

An imaged formed out of grey smoke. His mother, on her Deadly Nadder was being pulled into the jaws of the Red Death, while his father's dragon was too slow because it was also carrying him on it, that he was too late to save her, and she fell into the jaws of the Red Death…

-000-

"Aster, stop, you're gonna kill him. And then Uncle Hiccup is gonna kill you for it, when we get back." Anna held his wrist, preventing him from slapping the unconscious boy once again.

"Well, what do we do?" Aster argued.

Suddenly Frostbite began to toss around violently, screaming, in his unconsciousness. "Mom … mom … Mother! NO … MOTHER!" He yelled from the top of his lungs. "Please … no … Mother! For once in your life! Listen to me! MOTHER!" Tears were beginning to stream down. "Mother!" He was whispering now. "Mom … Astrid Hofferson!"

-000-

The form of his mother vanished. Not a scream. Not a sound. Not a trace of life. All because of him. It seemed so real. Then everything came flushing into his ears. His mother's screams. His mother's curses. His mother's pleas for help. All his fault!

The pain became too terrible to bare, and Frostbite, awoke with a jolt, gasping for breath. To find all the teenagers, minus his father, watching him with wide eyes.

"Wh-what happened?" He breathed out regaining his breath, again.

"Y-you fainted, and you wouldn't wake up. You yelled 'Mother' in your dreams." Val summarised.

"Oh, I didn't say my mother's name, by any chance did I?" Frostbite rubbed his eyes, and avoided eye contact.

Astrid was too shocked to speak, and when she was about to say something about his last question, she was cut off by Aster.

"No, you didn't … Now, isn't your father getting banished?!" Aster threw his arms up for emphasis.

The forest green eyes enlarged and immediately the teenager ran at full speed out of the arena to the Great Hall.

"He's my son?!" Astrid finally managed to speak.

Aster and Val turned on their heels, looking extremely worried and sheepish.

"What? You didn't notice the resemblance?" Aster rubbed the back of his head, in a sheepish motion. "Blonde hair? Seriously?"

"Why didn't you tell me?!" She glared at both son and daughter.

"Think about it. When you found us on the beach and we said that we were from the future. How would you have reacted to having three children with the one person you despise worse than Snotlout?" Aster reasoned with his mother.

Suddenly, like a ton of bricks, it finally hit her. He was her son all along. He always knew that, as did all the other future-teenager. That's why there was always a closeness between Aster, Ingrid and Frostbite. That's why each of them winced or ducked their heads when someone said that they weren't siblings, or had parents that weren't their actual parents. That explained so much.

She was the one that pushed both of Frostbite and Hiccup away from her. No doubt they would have told her earlier, but because of her own … blindness, she made it impossible. Astrid, imagined her reaction, if she found out that Frostbite was her son. Frostbite, the complete copy of Hiccup. Wait a minute … Hiccup.

Her eyes darted to her children's hair. Brown and Red.

"Yep, mom, you guessed it … our dad is … Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III." Val said, fiddling with a string of flaming red hair.

Unexpected feelings rushed into her. She imagined herself and Hiccup, two toddler boys chasing each other across the village and a small red headed girl catching up to them. She saw a happily married life, she saw herself in the comforts of Hiccup's warm embrace. Hiccup. The boy that had impressed her for the first time in her life. Who infuriated her and amazed her. Hiccup.

She was too shocked to speak. She found herself walking, towards the Great Hall, but stopped in her tracks when she saw the boy that she was looking for watching as the ships left the harbour. The blonde haired boy was nowhere in sights. So she chose her destination for the brown haired one. She decided not to mention to him her new discovery, to avoid any awkwardness.

-000-

"Where were you? Uh, where is your father and Aunt Astrid?" Anna looked up to find Frostbite walk into the room.

"I just got banished." Frostbite said, sarcastically. "I have to leave with dad tomorrow."

"Perfect." Aster rubbed his hands together. He was given the look by his brother. "Oh, you know what I mean? The future." Frostbite rolled his eyes.

Just then, Astrid and Hiccup entered the Arena. Inspiration evident in Hiccup's eyes and Astrid looking quite pleased with herself.

"Great, you're all here." Hiccup said. "I have a favour to ask of you … but it could potentially be a very dangerous situation … feel free to back off … but our parents are going to die otherwise …"

"Where have we heard this before?" Spitlout asked, and all the future-teenage eyes turned to Frostbite, who feeling quite awkward ducked his head.

"Spill it out already, coz." Snotlout yelled, losing patience.

"I plan on riding the dragons to battle and using them to kill the Dragon Queen and rescue our parents and … I need your help." Hiccup explained.

The past-teenagers stared at him as if was crazy. While the future-teens, after a couple of moments, sniggered, laughed and looked at Frostbite, who knew what they were laughing about.

"Dragon Queen." Aster grabbed his knees from the laughter. "Frost, I didn't know you were married and had a queen."

Frostbite rolled his eyes. "Idiots." He muttered.

"Dragon Queen?" Hiccup looked at this eldest son for an explanation.

Frostbite signed. "Basically, couple of months ago, in our time, I became the King of Dragons. The Master of Dragons. Call it whatever you want. I have dragon abilities. Talk to them. Breathe fire. Etc. The 'Dragon Queen' as you said, let's call her the Red Death, to avoid further misunderstanding." He said the last word glaring at his friends, who stopped laughing by now. "She is sort of my adopted great-aunt. She's my mentor's sister."

There was a long pause of silence and shock from the past-teenager.

Then Snotlout burst into a fit of laughter. "Pphhbb. You … the King of Dragons … I'm sorry, I just never expected Viking's worst enemy to be this."

"Would you prefer that I looked like this?" Frostbite smirked confidently. Suddenly his body caught fire, his body grew and towered over Snotlout, his bone armour showed itself, wings grew out of his back, his once skinny limbs turned to rip muscle bulks and his voice turned to a menacing tone. "How do you like this, uncle?" His green eyes piercing into Snotlout's soul. The raging flames on his body cracking loud enough for Snotlout to go deaf.

"NO, NO! STICK TO THE SCRAWNY VIKING IMAGE! IT WORKS FOR YOU!" Snotlout cowered in fear on the floor, while his companions starred at the flaming dragon-boy/man.

As if Snotlout said the magic word, Frostbite turned to his old form, and clicked his teeth contently, offering a hand up to Snotlout. Shacking, Snotlout accepted it, afraid of what could happen if he crossed to his nephew's bad side.

"Whoever made my clothes stretchable and fireproof, thank you?" He turned to his female friends.

"You had to pull that trick again. Where were you on 1st of April, coz? When we really needed you." Spitlout scolded his cousin.

Frostbite rolled his eyes, for the thousandth time that evening. Hiccup decided to take this as his queue, he stepped forward. "...If I was a normal Viking father, I would yelled 'witchcraft', disowned and banished you, for being different. But luckily I'm not the average Viking." He faced Frostbite with a smile, surprising Frostbite all together. "Now, are you guys in on this or what?"

The future-teens immediately agreed, muttering something about 'uncle' or 'dad' or 'adventure'. The past-teens, in their own way, rounded up behind Hiccup's command.