The Typhoomarang was saddled and its two riders were on him.
"Aster, remember, blow up the ships that have a picture of a Skrill on it, not the ones with a Night Fury or Monstrous Nightmare." Stoic talked to his twin like he was a two-year-old. "Please remember that, or mommy and daddy will be very cross when they find out what you did."
"I blow up one of our ships one time because someone *cough* Finn *cough* yelled to Firebite the wrong command, and you won't let it go." Aster defended himself.
"Well hey, this is a mercy mission, so please shoot the bad guys instead of your own." Stoic patted the Typhoomarang and headed to his Changewing, where his mother was already waiting.
Rolling his eyes, Aster nudged his dragon's neck and the Typhoomarang lifted off, spinning in the air for several seconds, before shooting off in blinding speed towards the blockade of Viking ships.
"So why do you guys hate each other so much?" Astrid asked as the Changewing, crawled through the forest that would get them to the village.
"We are twins, what, in all honestly, did you expect? Besides, our dad made the stupidest decision of making us his joint heirs. Something about balancing tradition and non-tradition. So we're just enjoying the moment of being without expectations. In dire situations, we actually work pretty well together, and our parents know that."
Astrid looked confused. "So who would be Chief after you?"
"Whichever one of us reproduces first." Stoic answered. "Thank you, father, for yet another competition you just set us. For the past month, Aster has been visiting the neighbouring islands trying to find a girlfriend. I knew he was desperate before, but not to that extent." Stoic sniggered to his own joke.
The Changewing was almost in Berk when there was a massive explosion somewhere in the distance, when Stoic and Astrid looked up, they saw a massive mushroom cloud on the sea horizon.
"Well, there's your promised distraction … or expected destruction." Stoic said casually.
"Only one of Hiccup's offspring's would be able to do that much destruction." Astrid starred at the mushroom cloud.
"You forget, that flock of them also happen to be yours." Stoic chuckled.
Getting off the dragon, the two blondes sneaked into the town, watching from behind a building as Older-Hiccup was dragged into his own house, surrounded by Berserker guards, while Dagur stormed off to see what the chaos was about.
"Great, now what?" Astrid asked her son.
"This." Stoic opened the back door of the house they were hiding behind, and entered. Inside it was empty. "Grab any weapon you fancy." He pulled on an almost invisible leaver in the wall and a rack of weapons fell out. The blonde boy himself walked up to collection of other devices that weren't your traditional Viking weapons.
He strapped one after the other on himself, until he was wearing a sort of armour. "Let's go, there's a secret tunnel that leads anywhere on the island." He said, opening a trapdoor on the floor and gesturing for her to climb after him.
"What was that place?" She asked in the tunnel.
"My secret workshop." When he noticed the bewildered look she had. "What, you think with intruding siblings like that I would keep my life's passions to the public eye."
"How would you dig out these tunnel?" She asked, looking around.
"I didn't. A couple of times, Berk was attacked by Whispering Deaths. They left a lot of tunnels. Naturally, I have a curiosity that will kill me someday." He seemed to know the tunnels like the back of his hand.
They seemed to have reached their destination, as the blonde climbed up the wall and punched another trap door open and jumped out, already spraying someone with green acid, using one of the contraptions on his forearm. Astrid quickly followed suit and skilfully swung an axe at the next Berserker soldier that came her way.
One of the soldiers managed to disarm her of both axes and was advancing on her. Then suddenly the soldier's arm became twisted and he was thrown to the nearest wall. Behind him stood the Chief of Berk, the one that threw the soldier.
Astrid stared at him. Hiccup … lift a beefy Berserker soldier … and toss him to the nearest wall … that was just unthinkable. Though she had to admit, he was now far from being that scrawny, weak boy.
"Um, dad, little help?" Stoic said, being suspended in the air by another Berserker soldier.
Hiccup picked up a spear lying around the room and tossed the non-pointy tip at the Berserker soldier, making him fall unconscious and Stoic to fall on the floor. The Chief stormed up to the still conscious soldier, grabbed him by the uniform and pushed him against the wall. "Where is my wife?!" He demanded.
The Berserker spat at him. Hiccup lost it, he punched the soldier, surprising the two teenagers in the room at the soldier didn't fall unconscious. "I'll ask you again, where is my wife?!"
"The Dragon Arena, where all the other dragon riders and dragons being kept." The Berserker surrendered.
"Thank you for your co-operation." Hiccup slammed the head into the wall, knocking him out cold.
"Dad, you just turned into a hulk back there. You've been married to mom, far too long."
"What are you two doing here? You were supposed to be on Dragon Island. And where are everyone else?"
"Don't worry, everyone else is fine on Dragon Island … Well, Aster and your past self are right now blowing up everything in sight, as a distraction, but other than that everyone is fine … or they should be." Stoic explained.
Hiccup didn't need to hear another word. "Call your dragon. We're going to save the rest of the village."
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Ok, so I threw in some action into this. So I hope you like it.
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