"Oh, nice of you to show up finally." Stoic smirked, as he and his father sat beside a camp fire, already cooking fish.
"You're not the one that had to saddle five very stubborn, very violent and very dragon hating teenagers, onto several different dragons." Aster snapped, unsaddling the Typhoomarang.
"We've been raised to hate dragons, you can't expect us to just adapt to sitting on one, in 5 minutes." Fishlegs informed.
"Really? But you do in—" Fin was interrupted.
"Never mind, Finn."
"Never mind what?" Tuffnut asked.
"Are we allowed to tell them about the future?" Val turned to her older brothers.
"The note said that they would eventually forget everything. So I don't see why not, besides … always wanted to know what their reactions would look like." Stoic said, leaning against his Changewing, Ace, with a knowing grin on his face.
"Ok, start talking, what happened? Why are Vikings riding the backs of dragons?" Astrid sat by the fireplace, quickly followed by the rest of the teens and, when they were done with the saddles, the rest of the Haddock siblings.
"That's … his fault." Aster pointed to Hiccup. "He trained a Night Fury and destroyed the Red Death, which is basically a massive dragon that somehow manipulated the other dragons to bring food to it, whenever its belly rumbled. Went down in history as the Greatest Viking in the World. First person known to train and ride a dragon. And finally, Chief of Berk."
The future teens starred at Aster as if he had grown a second head.
"We don't believe you." Snotlout said, voicing everyone's thoughts. "We don't believe that Useless achieved anything and we don't believe that you're Useless' and Astrid's kids."
"Please don't call our dad useless." Aster waved a hand in front of Snotlout to stop him from continuing. "When I was 6, I called Stoic 'useless' … let's just say that I didn't sit down for a week."
"That happiest week of my life." Stoic looked like he was daydreaming, and had the biggest grin any of them had ever saw. "Watching you in so much pain and suffering was a dream come true."
"To answer you first doubt, tomorrow we'll show you the skeleton of the Red Death. It. Is. Huge." Finn said.
"Since when is it the youngest member of the group decides what we do?" Aster crossed his arms.
"Actually, that was what we were going to do." Val quipped in.
"I'm sorry sister, but who gave you the power to dictate what we are going to do in exile."
"You do know, mom and dad were probably going to take them to show the skeleton of the Red Death, anyway?" Stoic decided to help humiliate his twin.
"I'm the oldest!" Aster barked.
The teenagers just watched with amusement, and made themselves comfortable.
"By 10 minutes! 10 minutes!" Stoic roared back.
"I'm still the oldest!"
"Oh look, it's been 5 minutes. Sharp on time." Val said sarcastically, watching as the two brothers wrestled each other, rolling around on the floor. Aster was punching Stoic, who was defending himself quite impressively.
"It's like the Twins reincarnated." Snotlout commented, watching as the two continued to brawl.
"Actually it reminds me of when mom is mad at dad, with Aster being mom and Stoic being dad." Finn said, nonchalantly.
Aster at that moment, sharply turned his head. "Do I look like a woman to you?"
"Yes." Stoic pulled him back into the wrestle.
"Give it 5 more minutes, and they'll come up for air."