"Ok, we are all in the house." Older Hiccup said as he closed the door. "How the hell did you guys get here?"
"We don't know." Snotlout said.
"Ok, well that's useful." He mumbled to himself sarcastically. "Give me about five minutes, and all your future selves will get here and we'll discuss this."
Suddenly the door smashed open and a seven year old boy rushed in. "Mayday, mayday! Mom has an axe and she's not afraid to use it!" Rolled under a table, in a well-practised manner and pulled the cover over him. "Pretend I'm not here."
In the split second that the teenagers saw the small boy, they noticed him with brown hair and blonde highlights. A flash of turquoise showed that he must have had green-blue eyes. He had a sword on his belt, and a notebook or two stuffed into his shirt, judging by how a notebook fell out as he rolled under the table.
"Finn!" Older Hiccup yelled accusatively.
The table cover lifted up. "Isn't it your job to protect me? Exactly." The boy didn't wait for an answer. "Hello, strangers, don't mind me." He said, casually and pulled the table cloth down, again.
"My job is to protect you from mortal enemies like Berserkers or Outcasts or Snotlout, not your mother." Older Hiccup crossed his arms and glared at the table.
"My mom and mortal enemies are practically the same thing … At least when it comes to the axe."
Seconds later the door slammed open again, and a tall, beautiful, blonde woman stood in the doorway, seething and holding an axe. The teenagers immediately recognised her as Astrid. She seemed to be in a tunnel vision, because she didn't notice six teenagers awkwardly standing in the Haddock Main Room.
"Where is he?!" She roared, glaring at Hiccup, red in the face.
"Astrid, calm down." His face betrayed worry.
"No, I won't! Where the hell is my son?!"
"Uh … which one?" Hiccup rubbed the back of his head. As he brought his left hand up to rub his neck, though, the teenagers noticed a golden ring on his fourth finger. Hiccup's green eyes twitched to the side, looking at the table, where the 7 year old boy was hidden.
Older Astrid huffed and stomped up to the table, somehow managing to not notice the past teenagers.
"You are such a bad liar." The boy named Finn said, once it became obvious that there was no escape.
"Fin, get out. You know that no amount of tables or shields or Hiccups are gonna save you." She said threateningly, watching as the blanket flew up and the boy crawled out, reluctantly.
"Astrid." Hiccup said, looking at the stupefied teenagers. "Is there something wrong with your eyesight?"
"No, why?"
"How on earth did you not notice them?" He pointed to the teenagers.
"They're … they're … us?!… Our gang?!"
"Correction, your gang and me, but … yeah. They time-travelled." Hiccup summarised.
"Yes, this means that today's weapon training is cancelled. Hello, operation annoy older brothers." The seven year old punched the air and rushed out of the house and his mother's grip, not caring that something as supernatural as time-travelling happened.
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So what do you guys think of this one?
Please don't say something short like 'plz continue' or 'awesome' or 'carry on'. I always get excited that I get a new review for my stories, and when I open the email it says just two words.
Majority of votes are heading towards Ruffnut/Fishlegs pairing. But nothing is decided yet.
Please send ideas of what their kids should look like or be named.
See ya soon. Hopefully.