It had been a few days since the riders had returned from Dragon's Edge. Hiccup had been out with Toothless exploring the world more often than not, with his 20th (or, 5th, if you wanted to be technical) birthday in a few months. Astrid and Stormfly would accompany him sometimes, and whenever they came back, he would usually spend a few hours working on either his flight-suit or his new leg. Otherwise, he would be in the Great Hall with his friends upon invitation. If you could call his friends practically dragging him out of the forge or his bed as an invitation.

It was during one such day as they were eating together when Spitelout burst abruptly through the doors on Kingstail.

"Stoick!" He called.

"What is it, Spitelout?" Stoick asked.

"A strange woman in a cloak arrived at the docks," he replied, "A witch, she wants to see you."

Murmurs rippled through the hall as Stoick's eyes widened in both fear and curiosity. What did a witch want with him? Gothi was also a bit of a seidhr practitioner, but she was nowhere near the power displayed by the witches he had heard of in the tales he was told as a child. Who knows what kind of sorcery would occur when he met her? Finally, he spoke.

"I'll check it out."

Suddenly, an almost soothing voice echoed through the hall. It was female, and unfamiliar to the Vikings. It was no doubt the voice of the witch.

"No need for that, Stoick," the voice had said, "I will be entering the hall. That is, if you would allow it? No harm will come to you or your village."

Stoick thought for a moment, and knew that it would be unwise to challenge a witch.

"Come in." He said, gruffly.

Several clouds of smoke formed in the hall, as the clouds began to gather around each other, joining into one large mass at the centre. The clouds of smoke dispersed, revealing a cloaked woman with brown hair and pink eyes. She carried a staff, much like Gothi's, and appeared to be smirking at the audience before her. Every Viking and dragon in the hall stared, as she cleared her throat and spoke once more.

"Thank you kindly for allowing me to enter, Stoick." She began, "I have come here to show you what your son and his friends have been up to at the Edge," she eyed them playfully and winked as the aforementioned Dragon Riders gulped, their parents turning to them with raised eyebrows.

"Oh boy," Hiccup heard Snotlout whisper, "We are so dead."

"All the times we almost died?" Fishlegs added, softly, "We are more than dead."

"Whatever do you mean?" Spitelout asked. It was then that the witch raised her staff before tapping it on the ground, a whirl of light coming from it and forming a bright rectangle at the front of the hall. The Vikings let out awed gasps as they turned to the bright rectangle.

"That rectangle," she explained, "is called a screen. It will display videos, -moving pictures, of sorts- of the Dragon Riders' experiences and adventures. I figured that you all would be curious, and their parents especially so, to know what they'd been doing while they were away from Berk for about a year."

The murmuring of the villagers continued, while the Riders groaned.

"Hold on, wait a minute here, it's gonna show everything?" Hiccup asked. He and the gang did not look forward to their more personal and embarrassing moments being revealed for all to see.

"Yeah, what?" Snotlout asked.

The witch only rolled her eyes, "Don't worry," she said, "I'm not gonna reveal every living second, just the ones that are relevant. I won't show you singing in the showers, Snotlout."

Snotlout blushed at that while the gang struggled to contain their snickers, Spitelout raising his eyebrows while his mother smiled at him knowingly. The rest of the village sent each other surprised and yet not-really-too-surprised looks. Hookfang let out the loudest chortle, and Snotlout ordered him to shut up.

"One more thing," The witch started. "To make things easier and more fun for me, none of these will be in order. Some of them may have happened a few weeks ago, while others would have happened several months ago. Don't be surprised if you see some from before Dagur became good."

Dagur and Mala, who had been visiting Berk at the time but were too busy kissing each other to really notice or care about the magical mishaps going on, looked up at the mention of Dagur's name.

"Huh? What happened?" Dagur asked, confused. Heather and Throk explained the situation to them both. Dagur cringed as the riders winced in sympathy, while Mala sent him a curious look.

"I have also enchanted this place so that time doesn't pass outside this hall while we are watching," The witch continued, "So you don't have to worry about attacks and whatnot."

"If you need some food, just say the word and I will make it appear. Have fun!" At that, the Witch disappeared into another cloud of smoke. The Vikings turned to the screen as it began to whirl. Toothless rumbled and a whole bucket of fish appeared before him and he began to dine in, Hiccup rolling his eyes and receiving a smack from his tail in return.

So yeah, my first fanfic! On here, that is. Oh, my friend is gonna kill me when they find out. ANYWAY, if you can't already tell, this is a "Watching Race To The Edge" fanfic! Feel free to request an episode for these Vikings to watch. Suggestions on how they react are welcome too.