Hiccup felt his jaw drop. He didn't even bother to pull himself together before looking over to where his girlfr- I mean, "mutual crush", was sitting. She nodded in approval at the sight on the large screen. Puberty had done her well. Hiccup couldn't believe she'd managed to get even better looking. Without turning to face him, she socked his arm. Surprisingly, it was more playful than it was aggressive.

"Not. A word." She gave a sly smile, before returning to the action.

Astrid bickered with Snot about giving the twins an advantage. The race continued, accompanied by more of Hiccup's narrations.

"We have custom stables... all-you-can-eat feeding stations... a full service dragon wash. Even top-of-the-line fire prevention, if I do say so myself."

As the older Astrid rushed to prevent a fire caused by a baby Gronckle, Hiccup tore a piece of parchment and charcoal from his vest and took notes. These were genius! His cousin rolled his eyes at him.

"*cough* Loser *cough*" Snotlout teased.

"It's time, Gobber." Stoick signaled to his friend. Gobber proceeds to set up for the last lap, as a horn blows to signal that the race is almost done. With a pull of a trigger, a black sheep is released into the air. Astrid urges Stormfly towards the animal, but to no avail; Meatlug somehow manages to snatch it right before the nadder has a chance to grab it.

Astrid cracks her knuckles as she looks towards the meaty boy with a menacing glance. Fishlegs gulps in reply, pretending to be too engulfed in the film to notice. As soon as the girl had turned away, he smiled a bit and pumped his fist.

Fishlegs tossed his sheep towards Ruffnut.

"Here you go, darling! Mine's worth ten!" He chimed smugly. Astrid couldn't believe it, as she turned to Snotlout.

"You guys are fighting for Ruffnut?!"

Astrid turned to the two boys in the room and gave the same incredulous accusation, mirroring her older self. Ruffnut grumbled, as her brother started laughing.

"We share the same dragon, idiot. They might as well be flirting with both of us." Ruff spat sourly towards her snickering twin, shutting him up entirely. For good measure, she banged his helmet. Hiccup observed the scene of bickering, blushing teenagers as he wondered what could scare him away from a competition of dragons. Even worse, he knew his dad wouldn't be happy...

The race continues, and as per usual the twins begin bickering. While tugging at the sheep to try and claim all the glory, Astrid creeps up behind; Stoick, and many others, are urging her on in her task. Running down the neck of one of the connected dragons, she rips the sheep from their arms. With a laugh, she lands back on Stormfly and pulls away. Stoick is ecstatic, cheering from the stands.

"Well played! That's my future daughter in law!"

Astrid turns to Hiccup with a start, the others whistling and jeering at the pair. He starts mumbling apologies and holds out his hands in defeat. She grabs his collar threateningly and Hiccup braces himself. With one swift movement, she pulls him in for a kiss. Silence. No one knows how to react, especially for fear of a punch in the throat. Pulling away, she smacks him across the face.

"Took you long enough..." She snapped.

As the others returned to the screen in shock, Hiccup stayed gawking at Astrid, wondering how in the world this whole thing had happened. Shaking his head, he too returned to the movie.

Astrid approaches her basket of sheep, as Snotlout approaches from the other end. He hurls his hammer in her direction; had she not rolled around, she would have been hit. Instead, Fishlegs received the blow.

Hiccup and Astrid turn in rage towards Snotlout, who looks frustrated that his future self missed.

"A hammer?! Really, Snot?!" They both yell at him, Hiccup feeling extremely overprotective of his girlfriend (could he call her that, now?).

"I missed, didn't I?" He replies.

"Ouch..."

The teens look over to find Fishlegs sitting quietly and rubbing his nose.

"Whatever, at least I won..." Astrid gloats, watching as she claims victory on the screen.

"Yep. Berk is pretty much perfect. All of my hard work has paid off. And it's a good thing, too, because with Vikings on the backs of dragons, the world just got a whole lot bigger." Hiccup continues his narration, as the screen changes to an open sky above the sea. He and Toothless are shown, tumbling through the sky as if they were one.

"What in Thor am I wearing?" Hiccup laughs at his older image. He acknowledges that it is probably perfect for riding, but it seems a bit flashy for him.

"I don't know, I kind of like it..." Astrid responds with a look of approval. Hiccup shrugs and makes a note of it on his paper, then examines himself further. Taller, not quite as scrawny; he's got a mask now, which probably helps cover up his awkward features. As long as it didn't come off, he was fine.

"What do ya think, bud? You wanna give this another shot?" Toothless grunts his disapproval. "Toothless! It'll be fine."

Oh no. Whatever he's about to do, it can't be good...

Hiccup locks his companion's tail into place and falls willingly from the saddle.

The teens all gasp, excluding Hiccup who is insulting his future counterpart under his breath. He'd attempted this same stunt before, but he knew something was fishy. Older Hiccup's intent had to be more than just a free fall.

Yelling and having fun, the two fall together. Hiccup reaches down and pulls two leather loops, releasing wings. He and Toothless glide, the dragon firing plasma blasts for his friend to avoid.

"This is amazing!" Hiccup calls, basking in his freedom. Unfortunately, they are sent into some mist. When it clears, he finds himself at the mercy of one of the many sea stacks.

"No longer amazing...Toothless-!"

"Good to know; Somewhere in the future I acquire a death wish." Hiccup places his hand on his forehead. Snotlout is full-blown laughing as he roots for the sea stack to win.

Toothless hurries towards his rider, blasting the oncoming rocks as he does so. Gathering his companion in his wings, as he had done at the battle of the Red Death, they crash together.

Hiccup stands with a sigh of relief, and adjusts his prosthetic. The artificial limb reveals multiple "feet," and the rider equips the one for walking.

Again, Hiccup writes down notes. The foot is often a nuisance to him; he could profit from making adjustments. Looking over next to him at Astrid, he saw that she was quite lost in thoughts as well. She seemed to be eyeing his mask suspiciously; perhaps she was as curious to see how much damage growing up had done to him.

"Who. That really came out of nowhere...We- we gotta work on your solo-gliding, there, bud." Hiccup called to his annoyed Night Fury with his muffled voice. The dragon returned his comment with a look of disbelief, as an oblivious Hiccup fixed his fastenings.

"That, uh, locked up tail makes for some pretty sloppy rescue maneuvers, eh?" He teased. He bowed his head down, simultaneously bringing his hands up towards his helmet.

"Oh gods..." Hiccup whispered, blushing uncontrollably. Snotlout and Tuffnut locked their eyes on the screen mischievously, knowing what was coming. Ruffnut looked over towards Astrid, ready to spring at a chance to mock her poor choices in the romance department. Everyone was dying to see their future chief; even Astrid giggled a bit, feeding off of her boyfriend's discomfort. When her eyes met the screen again, through, she choked a bit.

Hiccup pulled off the helmet and, ruffling his hair, straightened up. He stared off into the distance towards an unknown island. The look on his face was one of pure awe.

Everyone in the room turned towards the pride of Berk. They couldn't help it. Each one of them portrayed a different emotion, and Hiccup almost couldn't help but laugh. His cousin for once had a look of approval on his face, perhaps finally seeing a family resemblance. Fishlegs was blushing violently, almost as badly as Hiccup had been, as if trying to apologize for what they had all been thinking. Ruffnut gave Hiccup a seductive smile (if he could call it that; it was almost more of a grimace), and batted her eyelashes. Tuffnut just seemed confused, hardly able to follow the situation and understand that Hiccup was no longer an embarrassment to look at. Astrid's look was the best. She looked impressed, and satisfyed by what she had seen. There wasn't even the slightest trace of shock.

Hiccup thought of a million sarcastic replies he could use to appease his curious friends. "Hey, it could happen," and "Well, don't look so surprised," were just a few of the many remarks that came to mind. For once in his life, however, he was speechless.

"Uhm..." Was all he could force out. Their eyes all darted from the screen and then back to Hiccup, and then back again. None of them could comprehend this. Hiccup got hot.

Astrid winked, returning to the story on the screen. More blushing ensued, as if Hiccup hadn't already heated up to the temperature of a dragon's fire. He was starting to really like this future.

"Oh...looks like we found another one, bud!" Toothless throws a small pebble at his rider's head in frustration. "Oh, what? You want an apology? Is that why you're pouting, big baby boo? Well, try this on-!" He grabs the dragon by the neck, climbing around on his large torso. "Oh, yah feeling it, yet, huh? Picking up on all of my heartfelt remorse?" Toothless slowly stood up on two legs, dragging his friend over to the edge of the rocky platform.

"C'mon, you- you know you wouldn't hurt a one-legged- ah!" Hiccup looks down in the middle of his pleas to see the ocean far beneath him. The Night Fury laughs in his dragon sort of way at his companion's fear.

"Oh, oh! You're right- you're right! You win! You win!" The two tumble backwards and begin a play fight.

Snotlout looks over at his cousin, offeneded.

"So you can play the one-leg card, but when I try to bring it up-"

"Shh!" Astrid holds up a finger to her mouth, completely immersed by the sight of her boyfriend playing with his dragon.

"He's down! Oh, and it's ugly- dragons and Vikings! Enemies again!" The dragon and his rider seat at each other, until Toothless plunks his large head down.

The teens wince; a dragon head to the gut was something they'd all experienced, and it wasn't exactly comfortable.

Toothless takes advantage of his rider's moaning, and begins licking him in the face generously. Rolling out from underneath, Hiccup stands with mock frustration.

"Gagh! You know that doesn't wash out!" Hiccup flings some of the spit back towards its owner. Similar to a cat, Toothless begins licking himself clean. All finished with their feud, Hiccup looks back at his discovery. He pulls an extensive map, and a fresh piece of charcoal.

"So...what should we name it?" He turns to find Toothless' face picking at his armpit.

"Itchy Armpit it is..."

Astrid pulls Hiccup's ear towards her. "If we ever have kids," she whispers, "you are not naming them..." Hiccup's eyes fling wide open and his face turns pale. Astrid looks at him with a mock serious expression. She gives him another sock in the side (man, he was going to be bruised for months if she continued!), followed by another peck on the cheek. Man, he was really getting used to this...