The Avengers were watching as Snotlout was flying around, hitting the targets with his axe. He flew around the clubhouse while cheering himself on as he did so.
"Coming in hot! Haha, that's right! Get some, Dragon Hunters, get some! Snotlout, Snotlout, oi, oi, oi! Ha!" Then something then seemed to spook Snotlout causing him to land. Snotlout was then sent flying and crashing. "Aah!" He lands at Ruff and Tuff's feet.
"The judge from Berserker Island gave you a 6," Tuffnut stated.
"Uh, nice effort, Snotlout! We all need to stay sharp, especially with those Dragon Hunters on the loose. Astrid, you're up!" Hiccup called.
That was when they noticed someone else approached. He is a tall, muscular Viking with stubble that eventually grows into a full beard. He also wears a helmet decorated with yak horns and a gray tunic.
"You really should loosen your grip there, boi-oh. It maximizes the bone-shattering potential." Spitelout, Snotlout's father, called as he approached.
"Dad?" Snotlout was surprised to see him.
"Dad?" Natasha asks. "Wow. I can see the resemblance."
Hiccup was surprised to see him, and didn't seem happy. "Spitelout! Eh, what a... what a pleasant surprise."
Spitelout looked over the spears. "Eh, dull."
"Well, they are training spears," Steve commented.
"Is it weird to say that he sounds British?" Peter asks.
"What is weirder is that he sounds like Purple Man to me," Tony admitted.
"Good thing Jessica didn't come with us," Clint joked.
Snotlout laughed sheepishly as he approached his dad. "Haha, yeah, I was just telling them that, dad. Hey, did you see that..."
Spitelout ignored him and pushed him out of the way. "I come with news from Berk. There's to be a union tomorrow between two proud houses: our family, House Jorgenson, and..."
Astrid scoffed. "What kind of muttonhead would marry into the Jorgenson's?"
"...Astrid's family, House Hofferson!"
Astrid froze when she heard that. "...Wait, did he just say... House Hofferson?"
"We should tell her about irony and how we never speak about it," Natasha tells the team.
"That is unprecedented. There has never been a union between these two families!" Fishlegs said with shock. "Hoffersons have always disliked Jorgensons, and-"
"Jorgensons have always irritated Hoffersons," Astrid stated with a snarl. But then she gasped when she realized something. "Wait, this means Snotlout's gonna be... family?"
Snotlout walked over closer to her. "What's the problem, cuz?" He tried to place an arm around her. "This is just going to bring us closer!"
Astrid then quickly elbows Snotlout to stop him.
"Huh. You think that she would be happy about that," Peter commented. "Maybe with them being semi-related, he wouldn't be hitting on her all the time." He then realized what he said. "Wait, is cousin marriage a thing? In either of our times?"
"Seriously?" Natasha was surprised he needed to ask.
"Hey, I have, like, one aunt, and a bunch of clones I see as siblings." Peter reminded them. "I don't have that big of a family tree. I mean, the tree is barely a branch."
"I feel a little sorry for you," Heather tells him.
"We all do," Wanda admitted.
Spitelout then approached his dragon. "Welcome to the family, lass." He then grabbed a cloth from the saddle. "Now, onto business!
Spitelout then unwraps an axe and holds it out. "Woah!" Snotlout said as he approached. "The Jorgenson family ceremonial axe! There's never been a union without it!"
Spitelout nodded as his son took the axe. "Aye, and as you know, it will need to be present tomorrow at Berk's secret matrimonial site, the Island of Friga, to chop down the ceremonial birch for this union to be official, so you, Snotlout, will be delivering it!"
Snotlout cheered. "Sweet!"
"That's quite an honor, Snotlout!" Hiccup complimented.
"This privilege is only given to the bravest and most virile member of the Jorgenson clan," Snotlout said as he waved the axe around. "And you guys are looking at him! Boom, baby! Whooo!"
"I would have done it myself if I wasn't already responsible for procuring the beasts for the union's ceremonial 400 bore feast," Spitelout admitted.
"But I'm the family's natural second choice for the job." Snotlout took pride in it.
"Of course, Hedgelout isn't available. He's still missing at sea..."
Snotlout was getting a little insecure now. "Third choice. That's still good." He then looked over to Hookfang. "Right?"
Hookfang snouted.
"Ah, and then there was Griplout..." Spitelout kept going.
"I am sensing a theme in this family," Peter commented.
"Griplout?" Astrid was shocked to hear his choice.
"Are you talking about the Jorgenson that lost both his arms in that freak mutton accident?" Hiccup wanted to clarify.
"I wanna know about that story," Clint admitted.
Spitelout confirmed that was indeed who he meant. "Aye, he just couldn't get a good enough hold on the axe with his teeth. Remember, a lot is riding on this, boi-oh." He got his son to stop swinging to get his attention. "No axe, no wedding. No wedding, well, hopefully, you're smart enough to at least figure that out. Well, I have to be in my way. " He then headed back towards his dragon. "Bores don't grow on trees, you know."
Astrid sighed in relief. "Thank Thor I don't have to go to that ridiculous..."
Spitelout crushed her statement. "Oh, lass, your folks are expecting you to represent your family at the ceremony. So better get a move on!"
"Karma," Natasha commented. "With us, it is dialed up to an eleven."
Astrid growls while Hiccup laughs.
Spitelout then called out. "You too, Hiccup!"
Hiccup was now confused. "What? Me?"
Spitelout nodded as he climbed on his dragon. "Aye, Stoick's orders. You're representing the Haddocks!"
Toothless growls as he approaches Hiccup.
Hiccup sighed. "Yeah, tell me about it."
Spitelout then began to take off. "See you at the ceremony! Onward, dragon! Spitelout, Spitelout, oi, oi, oi!"
Snotlout called out as he flew off. "Don't worry, dad! I got this!" Astrid, Hiccup, and Toothless glare at Snotlout. "What are you all looking at? I can do this!"
Snotlout accidentally flings the axe to the other side of the arena. There was a strange screech from a cat, which they didn't know was even there. He then ran off to retrieve the axe.
"Was that a cat?" Clint asks.
Fishlegs seemed to enjoy the idea of a ceremony. "Don't you just love union ceremonies?"
Tuffnut shrugged. "Don't know, never been to one."
Fishlegs was surprised to hear that. "What? Really?"
Tuffnut shrugged. "Yeah, us Thorstons are not exactly the marrying kind. We're more of the mutton kind."
"Well, as luck would have it, I'm somewhat of an authority on Viking union ceremonies." Fishleges informed them. "What do you say you both meet me at my hut later and I will teach you everything you need to know."
Tuffnut seemed to enjoy that idea. "Great! Because we know very little about most things."
Heather scoffed as she walked up to Peter. "So, what are marriage ceremonies like in the future?"
"I wouldn't know," Peter admitted. "The last wedding I went to was between my aunt and my boss' father."
Heather froze as she looked him in the eye. "What?"
"Yeah, it didn't really last long," Peter shrugged. "But it was nice. Of course, considering it was a Christian ceremony, I am going to take a wild guess and say that your ceremonies are vastly different."
"Well, you never know." Heather shrugged. "Wanna check out Fishlegs' demonstration?"
"I don't see why not." Peter shrugged as the two of them walked off.
"You think it is good to let them go off alone?" Steve asks Stark as they walk away together. "If AIM knows they are our allies, they might try and ambush them."
"You wanna split off?" Stark asks. "I don't see why not. Who do you wanna send?"
"Well, you can fly, and Natasha can keep herself hidden. Why don't the two of you go, and we will hold the fort?" Steve asks.
"Why not?" Stark shrugged as he walked off to find Natasha. "Hey, Nat, we are going to a wedding!"
"What?!" Nat cied.
Snotlout, Hiccup, Astrid, and their dragons fly over the clouds on their dragons. Natasha was on the back of Stormfly with Astrid. Stark flew over them, keeping himself aside from the dragons, but also far enough to ensure that they don't knock into one another.
"The last one picked," Snotlout seemed to still be upset to hear. "He could have had more faith in me than that."
Hiccup and Astrid glare at him from their dragons. Even Stark gave him a glare from the suit, as did Natasha while she raised a brow at him, showing that even though they just met him, they saw why.
"What? What did I ever do?" Snotlout asks.
"Well, there was the time you brought all those Changewing eggs, and nearly destroyed the village." Astrid pointed out.
"Fishlegs' fault," Snotlout stated, even though he followed Fishlegs and stole the eggs.
"There was the time you released the Skrill from its ice block..." Astrid recalled.
"And nearly destroyed the village!" Hiccup finished.
"Twins' fault," Snotlout stated, crossing his arms.
But they weren't out of points yet as Hiccup came up with another. "What about flying us into a waterspout and crash-landing us on Outcast Island? That was terrific."
Snotlout wasn't out of excuses. "Act of Thor."
"Act of Snotlout!" Astrid stated.
"All I know is when I ride in with this axe, I'm gonna shove it in all their Jorgenson faces," Snotlout stated as he swung the axe around and passed it around from one hand to another. "Boom!" Then he began impersonating Spitelout. "No axe, no wedding, boy-o..."
That was when Snotlout inevitably dropped the axe. They watched as the axe fell and Snotlout froze in fear when he saw what he did. "Toothless! Power dive!" Hiccup said.
Hiccup then made his way downward while Stark quickly stopped his thrusters and fell downward while Stormfly and Hookfang dived with him. They were trying to keep up with the axe, but it fell into the clouds, cutting off their line of sight from the axe.
"I don't see it!" Sontlout cried in fear.
They come out of the clouds and see an island a small distance from where he dropped the axe. They began to hover while Stark was trying to see if his scanners could pick up the axe on the island.
"It's gotta be down there! We have to go and get it back!" Snotlout cried.
"It could be anywhere!" Astrid stated. "That island isn't exactly tiny if it even landed there and not in the ocean."
"We're finding that axe. We have 'till sundown." Snotlout stated as he flew towards the island.
"Stark, you got anything?" Natasha wonders.
Stark was groaning when he saw his scanners weren't working at full capacity due to his redesign after landing at this time. "No. I can't scan too far. I can reach maybe five feet in front of me."
"Then we're doing this the old-fashioned way." Natasha shrugged as she petted the dragon. "Come on, Stormfly."
"You heard her, girl." Astrid shrugged as they followed Snotlout.
Natasha, Astrid, Hiccup, Snotlout, and Stark were exploring the island in search of the axe, utilizing Stark's scanners to guide them. Hiccup was cutting through the bushes with his sword, while Stark also swung his sword, which he fashioned from iron he had salvaged from the useless gears and technology of his suit from a different time period.
"Hey, is it too late to call Griplout?" Astrid asks.
"Hoho, that's funny! Keep it up, Astrid! Keep it up!" Snotlout cried in anger.
"Wait..." Stark causes everyone to freeze. "I got something." He then searched where his suit was leading him. "Oh, look at that." He pointed to the axe on the ledge above the bushes. "Kinda surprising it survived."
"Haha, there it is!" Snotlout cheered. "See? I'll just grab it and we can get back in the air. Problem solved!"
"It's never that simple," Natasha whispered, feeling something was up.
"That is a lot of iron..." Stark muttered, noticing that the axe was surrounded by a lot of iron. "Why is... wait..."
That was when all of the dragons began to growl, sensing something in the area.
"What is it, Bud?" Hiccup asked, seeing his dragon was nervous.
"What's gotten into them?" Astrid asks, seeing they are searching the area.
"And it's in one piece? This could have gone way worse." Snotlout then tries to pull it out. "It's really stuck in there." The earth trembles under Snotlout. "Huh..."
"Snotlout!" Natasha cried. "Run!"
Before he could listen, Snotlout was thrown to the ground, and a dragon appeared, the axe securely attached to its back. That was when a giant strange-looking Nightmare without scales. The axe seemed to be stuck to its back, on a giant pile of iron that covered the entire dragon.
"Oh no... Ok, now it's way worse!" Snotlout cried in terror.
The dragon roars and goes in to attack Snotlout. He got on his feet and tried to escape. "Watch out!" The dragon went for another strike when Stark shot a repulsor blast, getting the dragon to back off. "Ha!" He cheered but then leaped out of another strike. "Hey!" He then crawled up the dragon's back and went for the axe. "This is my family's axe. Give it up!"
The new dragon tried to shake him off of its back and jumped around, trying to shake the Dragon Rider off of him. Snotlout let out a shriek while Stark shot several more blasts, but all missed with the speed of this dragon moving in.
"Snotlout, let go of the axe!" Hiccup cried.
"No way, Hiccup. I'm not leaving this island without it." Snotlout stated, just as the dragon took to the skies. "Whoa!"
"He's gonna get himself killed," Natasha said in worry.
Hiccup scoffed when he heard that. "What else is new?" They were too used to this situation.
The dragon flew as fast as he could, trying to get Snotlout off of his back. The others tried to chase after him, but the dragon took notice of them and turned around, shooting a strange fire, different from their dragons. They flew out of the way of the blast while Hookfang retaliated by shooting fire at him. It didn't harm the dragon, but it did harm Snotlout, causing him to shriek.
"Hey, watch it!" Snotlout cried.
"Keep blasting, Hookfang, we'll get in close. Astrid, follow me." Hiccup told them the plan. "Stark, try and get its attention."
"And now I am getting a sense of deja vu," Stark commented, remembering the last time he got a giant flying creature's attention.
Hookfang unleashed a fiery blast at the dragon, which deftly shielded itself with its wings. Circling the dragon, Stark fired a laser, testing its effect on the beast. However, it seemed to only infuriate the dragon further, prompting it to retaliate with a searing blast aimed at Stark. Narrowly evading the attack, Stark watched as the flames grazed Stormfly's face instead, blurring her vision, and causing her to lose balance in flying.
"Steady, Stormfly!" Astrid cried as Stormfly was falling due to her lack of vision. "Up, up! Whoa. Stormfly, what's wrong?" Then they landed and Astrid checked on her dragon. "Hang in there."
"She looks to be blinded by the blast," Natasha took a guess, coming across various animals over her time with the various heroes in the future.
"Hiccup, be careful, that blast does a number on the eyes," Astrid warned him.
Hiccup heard her, but it might have been a little late as Toothless dodged another one of the blasts. "Good to know. Okay, bud, let's stay clear of those blasts."
Stark then flew in past Toothless and Hiccup, flying towards the dragon, smacking him with several more blasts, and flying off. That gave Hiccup an opening with the dragon focusing on Stark. Hiccup had Toothless shoot the dragon, only for it to then turn around and shoot a blast of fire towards them once again.
"Guys, look out!" Stark flew into the path, only for him and Hiccup to be struck.
The three of them went plummeting. Stark shrieked as he slammed into the ground groaning as his head hit the ground. Hiccup fell off of Toothless as he slammed into the ground.
Hiccup got up and noticed Toothless struggling to see similar to Stormfly. "Toothless!" He ran over and tried to calm him down.
That was when the dragon came back and slammed into the ground, kicking Stark, sending him flying and hitting a tree. "Ow!"
"Not gonna lie, that was enjoyable to watch," Natasha stated with a grin.
"Hang on, bud." Hiccup said. "Things are about to heat up." He then quickly grabbed his shield from the back of the saddle. The fire was blocked off by the shield, which managed to hold up to the heat. "Whew!" He said in relief. "Thank you, Gronckle Iron."
Then the dragon prepared to go off again when Hookfang flew down, letting off a blast of fire to attack the dragon.
"Don't let up, Hookfang! Pour it on!" Astrid cheered.
Then the dragon let off a blast, attacking Hookfang, which he wasn't fast enough to dodge. Hookfang was sent plummeting, and the dragon snarled at the group while Natasha got her stingers ready. She had a limited supply, so she needed to make them count if she shot them.
That was when the dragon snarled and looked over towards Stark. "I don't like the way its looking at me." Then the dragon began to take flight, grabbing Stark by the aems and lifting him, causing him to shriek as he was taken away. "Help! Natasha! Someone!"
"That's not good," Natasha commented.
Snotlout looked up at the sun that hadn't set yet and ran off, making his way into the woods. "Snotlout, what are you doing?"
Snotlout shouted as he ran into the forest. "There's still time!"
"That isn't gonna end well." Natasha could easily tell.
"Let's go after him, and hope we can rescue Stark." Hiccup said ss they ran after them.
Amidst the bustling activity on the Edge, each member of the group was immersed in their own tasks. Fishlegs was trying his best to show the intricacies of the wedding ceremony to the curious twins, who peppered him with questions and eager interruptions. Nearby, Steve stood as an intrigued spectator, observing the unfolding interactions with an amused glint in his eye.
Clint was focused intently on his work, expertly carving arrows from the sturdy wood and glinting metal he'd procured from Hiccup. The rhythmic sound of his tools echoed softly as he shaped each arrowhead with precision.
Wanda, surrounded by a vibrant swirl of energy, was concentrating hard, trying to hone in on AIM's whereabouts using her Chaos Magic. She was treading carefully, aiming to avoid detection by other witches who might be sensitive to her powers.
Meanwhile, Peter was engaged in a lively practice session with Heather, testing out his latest innovation: rope-shooters. With the web shooters nearly drained, he was eager to refine this new gadget, twirling and maneuvering with a sense of excitement as he experimented with various techniques.
Peter leaped backward, doing a backflip to dodge her attack with the axe. He landed on the top of a few crates that were in the area and shrugged. "You know, I am loving this suit."
"So, with all this wedding talk, I gotta ask... what are they like in the future?" Heather wonders. "Is there any difference?"
"Well, I don't know much about your wedding traditions," Peter admitted as he swiftly dodged another swing from Heather. "And I only really went to one wedding, and it was a short-lived marriage with my aunt... it was weird. I don't talk about it."
Heather shrugged as she then wanted to have Peter test his new weapons. "Well, with that out of the way, wanna try your hooks?"
"Sure," Peter said as he stood up, walking to the open. "Fair warning, I have no idea how this is going to turn out."
"Bring it, Web-Man," Heather dared him.
Peter fired the twin rope-shooters, observing as the grappling hooks soared and began to coil around Heather. Taken aback by the ropes' swift ensnarement, Heather watched as they constricted around her. Despite her efforts to escape, the ropes' tightening grip confirmed their effectiveness.
"Okay... you gonna let me out of this now?" Heather asked, seeing he was taking a second.
"Oh, right," Peter said as he walked over and began to try and help her out. "Sorry, I actually expected you to rip through it."
"Eh, I might have if I used my axe..." Heather admitted, watching Peter blush as he helped her out. "But I think it is funny to watch you blush."
Peter chuckled as he didn't even notice he was blushing. "Alright, alright, get a laugh." He said as he freed her. "Let's all laugh at the guy who isn't comfortable around cute girls."
"Cute?" Heather asked, causing Peter to blush even more. "You call me cute?"
"Uh... what's that, Cap?" Peter asked, looking off towards the upper levels of the Edge. "Sure, I will be right there!" He then turned to Heather. "Gotta go! See ya later!"
Heather chuckled as she leaned on her axe and watched him run off in embarrassment.
"Okay, so table etiquette is not really your strong suit," Fishlegs commented as he saw the twins eat the entire buffet.
"Gotta admit, I wouldn't be able to stomach any of this," Clint commented as he saw all the food.
"I am more surprised that they are this skinny after eating so much," Steve said.
Peter then showed up while he ran over and took a breath as he stopped aside them. "Hey." He greeted them. "So, what did I miss?"
"What are you doing here?" Steve asks. "I thought you were training with-"
"I was, and now I am here." Peter replied, avoiding the subject.
"Why don't we move on to the actual union ceremony? Ruffnut, you can stand in for our bride, and I will be the groom." Fishlegs said as he brought Ruffnut over and Tuffnut was handed a scroll. "Tuffnut, you can be our officiator."
"Nice. I'm finally official." Tuffnut said with pride.
"Those would be the traditional Viking union words," Fishlegs explained to Tuffnut. "You read them. Out loud."
"Surprised if he could read," Clint admitted, throwing a small toothpick that impaled a piece of wood across the way.
"Show off," Peter stated.
"I just can't seem to miss." Clint shrugged.
"Oh, okay. I read them in my head." Tuffnut admitted. "Anyhoo, "Ye, Fishlegs Ingerman, child of Odin, dost taketh Ruffnut Eugene Thorston, daughter of Freyja, to be his betrothed. And, by the utterance of these words, this union may only be broken in the Halls of Valhalla". You may head-butt the bride." He said, getting confused looks from everyone, mainly Fishlegs as he knew it wasn't supposed to be in there. "I just added that part."
"Great, so that's how a Viking union ceremony is performed." Fishlegs tells them "It's nice, isn't it? Now we dance."
"Odd that it actually isn't much different from our ceremonies," Peter admitted as they watched the two dance.
"I thought it was nice," Steve admitted. "The last wedding I've been to was for Stark and Pepper." He admitted when he thought of something. "Come to think of it, it was the only wedding I have been to."
"Wait, you guys weren't invited to the T'Challa and Ororo wedding?" Clint asks.
"You were?" Steve asked in surprise.
"Eh, I had the weekend off, and I was rooting for them," Clint admitted.
"Oh, wait a second," Tuffnut called out, getting their attention. "I knew it. This stuff all looked familiar. It's all coming back to me now. This is the same as when I trained with the town officiator back on Berk."
Fishlegs stopped dancing when he heard that. "You did what?"
"I took a course, in performing Viking union ceremonies. Slipped my mind." Tuffnut shrugged. "I am a man of many talents, after all."
"So you officially trained with the town officiator?" Fishlegs asked as he approached Tuffnut.
"I mean, that's a lot of officiating, but yeah," Tuffnut confirmed.
"Tuff can perform Viking union ceremonies. We've just never been to one before." Ruffnut confirmed. "I can check that off my bucket list."
"Wait. Do you know what this means?" Fishlegs asked in terror.
"Oh-oh, I surely do!" Clint said with a grin on his face as he laughed.
"Oh, yeah, I also certainly do," Tuffnut stated. "A whole new world is open to me. A new career. New potentiality, new possibilities. And all those happy officiated faces looking back at me into my eyes with gratitude. No? Okay, you go."
"It means Ruffnut and I just got married!" Fishlegs cried in terror.
"Well, look at that, you officially created a Vegas wedding, Fishlegs." Peter joked.
But oddly enough it was like Ruffnut got into that as she tried to kiss Fishlegs. Fishlegs backed away, trying to avoid the kiss. "And Viking unions are forever! It can only be broken in Valhalla!"
"If you wanna change religions, ours is settled over a divorce," Clint offered as a joke.
Hiccup, Astrid, Natasha, and Snotlout left their dragons behind as they chased after the new dragon to rescue Stark. They hid behind some bushes while they watched as the dragon flew around and dropped Stark he groaned, trying to make himself look like a normal piece of iron so the dragon didn't attack him again.
"There he is." Hiccup said.
Natasha looked over and noticed the downed Stark in the corner near the opening of the cave. "And I got my eyes on Stark."
Then they watched as the dragon scorched the metal on its body, welding it to its body.
"If it welds my axe to its body, I'll never get it back." Snotlout went in to try and get it, but Hiccup held him back.
"Easy, Snotlout. We can't risk another dust-up with ol' Armorwing over there." Hiccup warned him, gesturing to the dragon she named.
"Armorwing?" Natasha asks. "Does he do the naming?"
"It's bounced around," Astrid admitted.
"Good, because if all dragons are named like that, then it would be a lot of annoying names," Natasha commented.
"I cannot go to that wedding without the axe." Snotlout interrupted their talk.
"But, we can't get close enough to pry it free." Astrid reminded him.
"Hey, you know what's near here? Hiccup, hand me your map." Snotlout said as he took the map from Hiccup's body "Uh. Ha! That's it!"
"What's "it"?" Hiccup asks.
"We can't get close to that dragon, but something else can," Snotlout stated.
"You know, you never really make much sense, but this is bad, even for you," Astrid commented.
"We have an axe to steal and I know the perfect guys for the job," Snotlout explained as he showed the area on the map he was referring to. "We're going to Breakneck Bog and we're training us some Smothering Smokebreaths."
"What are those?" Natasha asks.
"Small dragons that travel in swarms and have a thing for metal," Astrid explained as they headed back to their dragons. "Come on, let's go."
Stark groaned as he looked around the area, seeing the various metals in the area. But then he froze when he looked over and saw a blaster that didn't belong in this time period. "Wait, is that...?" He then looked over and saw the Armorwing didn't pay him any mind. Stark then reached over and activated a scanner, getting an echolocation version of the cave, and saw...bodies. AIM bodies. "Oh, my god..." That was when he saw a giant chunk of metal in a certain shape. "No way... it can't be."
Peter was watching from the side of Fishleg's hut while he was frantically looking around at all of the books he had (which was a lot) trying to find a way to free himself from the bind between and Ruffnut that Tuffnut accidentally placed on them. Meatlug was watching him struggle as he was pacing, skimming through every book he could find.
"Don't worry, girl. There has to be some way to dissolve this union." Fishlegs tried to look on the hopeful side. "It can't actually only be broken in Valhalla, right?"
"Give it a few thousand years, couples break unions left and right," Peter said with a chuckle.
In a scene straight out of the surreal, a shark appeared to be walking towards the doorway, eliciting a scream from Peter. He stumbled backward, only to realize it was a shark's carcass. The lifeless form awkwardly collided with the doorframe, its fins too wide, until someone pushed it onto a table. The culprit behind this bizarre entrance? Ruffnut, who then proceeded to drag the table across the room, the scraping sound grating on everyone's nerves.
"Um, what are you doing?" Fishlegs asked her.
"I'm thinking, I want to do a kind of dead animal carcass thing in the corner there," Ruffnut said, gesturing over towards the wall.
"No, absolutely not!" Fishlegs quickly turned down. "There'll be no dead animals in this home, Ruffnut."
"What did you just call me?" Ruffnut sounded almost offended.
"I just called you-"
"We're gonna have to lose that "Ruffnut" thing," Ruffnut stated as she placed a finger over his mouth. "We're married. From now on, it's either honey, sweetie, dear or Snookie-pie. Got it?"
"Snookie-pie"?" Fishelgs asks.
"Better. Now, we're gonna have to get rid of some of your stuff to make room around here." Ruffnut then began to look around for anything she could throw out. "Let's start with those... dragon figurines."
Fishlegs looked upset when he heard that and watched Ruffnut box them. "But they're vintage..."
"And now they're gone." Ruffnut tossed him the box.
Peter nodded in sorrow as he pat Fishlegs on the back. "Amen, brother. No matter the time period... we all feel the pain."
"What exactly are we making room for?" Fishlegs wonders.
Ruffnut opened the doors for the larger access for their dragons and saw Tuffnut and their dragon waiting on the other end. "For us," Tuffnut answered what they were making room for. "What? You didn't think we weren't part of this deal, did you?"
"Don't you all have your own huts?" Peter asked in confusion.
Meatlug seemed terrified when the Zippleback snarled and circled around her. "Don't worry, girl, I will figure this out."
Tuffnut then hugged Fishlegs. "I always wanted a brother. You've made us so happy, Fishlegs."
"Why am I even trying to use logic? I might as well try to teach metaphors to Drax." Peter sighed as he rubbed his head.
We then cut to Natasha, Hiccup, Astrid, and Snotlout with their dragons in the neck of Breack Neck Bog. They were outside of the cave of the Smothering Smokebreaths that they had once met and discovered many years ago.
"Can I just remind everyone that Smothering Smokebreaths cannot be trained?" Astrid asks.
"Maybe, but they love metal and could be the only hope I have of getting that axe back," Snotlout stated as he mushed Hookfang into the cave.
"He is persistent," Natasha commented.
"You have no idea." Hiccup sighed as they entered the cave.
They weren't kidding that Smothering Smokebreaths liked metal. There was an entire cave worth of metal all over the cave. But there was no sign of any Smokebreaths.
"They must be out hunting." Hiccup guessed. "We got lucky."
Snotlout was getting quick to work as he started to run around, trying to grab as much metal as he could carry. "This is perfect! We'll use whatever metal we pull to lure them to the Armorwing."
"Wow, that's actually a smart idea," Natasha gave him some credit.
Hiccup nodded as they started to grab as much metal as they could. "We need to work faster. They won't be happy when they see what we're doing to their nest."
And it didn't take long for there to be a screech coming from the cave entrance, insinuating that the Smokebreaths were returning.
"Guys!" Astrid called.
The Smothering Smokebreath came charging, introducing Natasha to what they looked like. They looked a bit larger than a Terrible Terror, with a flatter body, but it is entirely gray. The head and mouth are almost as big as its body, and it has no discernible neck. It has short, stubby legs and a wingspan equivalent to over twice its body length. Its tail is long, thin, and very spiky.
"Everyone, grab as much metal as you can carry. Let's get these guys to the Armor Wing." Snotlout said as he had Hookfang fly with a chunk of metal in his claws. "Hookfang, wing blast!" His dragon shoots a giant gust of wind using his wings and they fly off. "Ha-ha! Is this the best idea I've ever had, or what?"
Hiccup and Astrid followed suit as they saw the Smokebreaths were following. "Bar's not really high on that one, is it, Snotlout?"
Snotlout was offended by that and tried to come up with a comeback. "Yeah, well your bar's so... Shut it, Hiccup."
Natasha noticed that the Smokebreaths were coming in a bit too close. "You guys mind if I...?" She charged her Bites. "In case they get too close?"
"If they get too close, go for it," Astrid said.
Natasha then shot out two, knocking two Smokebreaths out of the air. "Deal."
"Silent Sven's wife has a fish-gutting station. I want a fish-gutting station, too!" Ruffnut cried out, getting the entire Edge's attention.
"But, dear, where will you put it? There's no room." Fishlegs reminds her.
Ruffnut opened the door, shoving Meatlug outside. "Now there's room."
Meatlug whimpered as Fishlegs tried to soothe her. "It's not so bad, Meatlug, we can make the best of it."
"Should we do something about this?" Steve asked the crew.
"You got a way of breaking a thousand-year rules of Norse marriage?" Clint asked as he just sat back, watching all of this unfold. "We can't really do much without Thor."
"What?" Heather asked in shock.
"Oh, yeah, we know Thor," Peter confessed. "He's our missing member."
Heather scoffed. "Yeah, I don't believe that."
"Sure, after everything you've seen with us, that's too far-fetched," Peter scoffed.
"You know, I could just make them forget they did the ceremony," Wanda offered.
"No, save your Chaos Magic for real emergencies," Steve warned her. "We don't want to attract any unwanted attention by waving your powers around. Dont want you getting burned at the stake."
Tuffnut then exited the hut. "Hey, bro-in-law, wifey wants you back inside. She says you have to start learning how to fly Belch, ya know since you guys are married now."
"Oh, this I gotta see," Clint laughed.
"But, my Meatlug. She's my-"
Ruffnut cried out. "Fishlegs! Get your butt in here."
Fishlegs sighed and saw he had no choice. "Coming, dear."
Tuffnut sighed as he looked over to Meatlug. "Newlyweds, am I right?" The dragon just farted in response. "You said it, sister."
Back with the others, they were leading the Smothering Smokebreaths to the Armorwing. "Yeah-ha! Just a little further, boys. You're gonna be happy we ripped you off." They then dropped the metals, leaving the metals behind. "Feast your beady eyes on that!"
"What the hell?" Stark asks.
The Smokebreaths stopped chasing them and quickly began to shoot off to begin grabbing the metal from all over the area. That got the Armorwing to leave the cave, screeching and beginning to defend its territory. One of the Smokebreaths went to attack Stark, yanking at his armor. But that got him to get back up and fight back.
"Hey!" Stark cried as he punched the Smokebreath, sending it flying. "Get off of me! A living person under here!"
"Stark, get the hell out of there!" Natasha cried from Stormfly's back.
"In a minute. There's something I gotta check out." Stark said, racing into the cave.
"Is he nuts?" Astrid asks.
"I feel you want me to say 'no'," Natasha commented.
That was when the Smokebreaths spotted the armor on the Armorwing and began to yank the fragments off the dragon.
"It's actually working!" Hiccup noticed.
One of the Smokebreaths went for the axe. "That's it! Bring the axe to Snotty." The Smokebreath got the axe and flew off, and Snotlout missed his hit to get it back. "Hey, my axe! We had a deal, you little deal-breakers."
Natasha worked fast as she aimed her gauntlets, only for a Smokebreath to attack. "Hey!" She swatted them back. "Not for sale!"
"Hang on!" Astrid said as they dropped downward, evading the attacks. They flew alongside Snotlout as they chased the Smokebreath. "We got him, Snotlout. We'll funnel him towards you."
Astrid then has Stormfly shoot out quills to lead the Smokebreath back, slowing it down and giving Natasha an opening to shoot it down. The Smokebreath crashed onto the ground, while the axe went flying and Snotlout caught it.
"Boom! Thank you." Snotlout said with relief. "I owe you one!"
Hiccup watched as the Armorwing was getting ganged up by the Smokebreaths and was seeing they caused this. They needed to fix this and allow the Armorwing to be left alone.
"There's too many of them. We need to get in there and break this up." Hiccup said, noticing how the gaps in the armor revealed skin. "No scales!" He put it together. "That's why it needs metal."
Astrid flew back and saw Hiccup say something. "What's happening?"
"The Smokebreaths think the Armorwing is one giant piece of metal. We can't let them pull its armor apart. It'll be defenseless." Hiccup explained to them.
"So, what do we do?" Snotlout asks.
Hiccup came up with an idea, watching the Armorwing shoot the metals, merging them together. "Follow me. We have to fly it through the Armorwing's blasts."
"We have to what?" Astrid asks.
Hiccup dived down and grabbed some metals. "Trust me."
Hiccup guided Toothless through the air, the wind rushing past them as they approached the formidable Armorwing. With a daring maneuver, they soared upward, the sun glinting off the sleek black scales of Toothless as they engaged the creature in an aerial duel. The Armorwing unleashed blasts of shimmering metal, each shot a burst of glinting shrapnel that intermingled with the sky. Hiccup's heart raced as he watched the fragments dance around them, their sharp edges reflecting the light.
Understanding dawned on him, and he quickly signaled to his companions, who were soaring nearby. With a synchronized effort, the other two dragons mimicked Hiccup's actions, their powerful bodies weaving through the chaos. They tossed the metallic shards back and forth with precision, each piece merging together in a spectacular display of teamwork, creating an ever-growing mass of shimmering metal in the sky.
Meanwhile, Stark crept into the shadowy cave, the darkness enveloping him as he ventured deeper. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and the echo of water droplets. As his eyes adjusted, he was greeted by a breathtaking sight: a massive piece of metal glimmered ominously in the dim light. It was a fragment of the portal, the very gateway that had summoned them to this time. Stark couldn't help but feel a mix of awe and trepidation as he approached the enigmatic object, its surface swirling with untapped potential.
"Well, looks like it wasn't just us that you sent back," Stark spoke to the device. He then grabbed the fragment and tried to use his thrusters, seeing he was able to drag the device out. "This is going to take a minute."
"Hey, Smokies, check this out!" Snotlout cried, getting them to look at the metal Toothless was carrying.
Toothless dropped the metal, allowing the Smokebreaths to take off with it, flying off and returning to their nest with the new metal.
"Whew!" Hiccup sighed. They then left some fragments of metal for the Armorwing as an apology, watching it then leave them be. "Well, I think we earned its trust, but I still wouldn't push our luck."
"Where is Stark?" Natasha asks.
"Hey, Nat. Could use a hand." Stark said as he grunted, pushing the metal out of the cave. "You think he would mind if I took this?"
"Is that... the portal?" Natasha asks in shock.
"Yeah, well, a small fragment of it," Stark shrugged. "This means that the portal was sent back with us."
"And we might not be as stranded as we thought," Natasha said with relief.
Astrid looked up to see the sun beginning to set. "Sundown! Snotlout, you need to get out of here."
Hiccup nodded. "She's right. Go. We'll be right behind you."
They flew off and made it to the ceremony to see a complete mess. Astrid had Stormfly bring the fragment with them, dropping it when they saw the chaos.
Snotlout sighed. "Oh, no. Hookfang, we're too late."
Hiccup approached him. "Snotlout, we'll say it was our fault."
Astrid nodded. "Yeah. We can say we're the ones that made you late."
Snotlout denied that. "No. It was my fault. I got this." Snotlout walks up to Spitelout. He looked off at the mess in deray. "I know what you're gonna say, Dad. I messed up again. I ruined the union ceremony. And I let you down, and all the Jorgensons down. But you have no idea what I went through to get this here. I risked my life and my friends' lives fighting a gigantic torch-breathing dragon for this stupid thing. And if that's not good enough for you, then I guess I'm never going to be good enough for you! I said it! So, here is your stupid axe, and sorry about the ceremony."
Spitelout looked at him intensely for a good second, before finally showing a smile. "What in Thor are you going on about, boy-o? There's not going to be a union."
Snotlout was now confused. "Wait, what?"
Spitelout shrugged and explained the chaos. "Oh, a brawl broke out at the rehearsal dinner. It's a good thing you didn't get the axe here earlier. It would've been really ugly. But, nice work anyway, son. I knew I could count on you." He said with pride, walking over and picking up a boar. "Whelp, if we're done here, I have 400 boars to return."
Snotlout was amazed to hear that. "He knew he could count on me."
Spitelout called off as he flew away. "Spitelout, Spitelout! Oi, oi, oi!"
"So... no drinks?" Stark asked, causing Natasha to smack him. "OW! I'm wearing armor, how did I feel that?"
Then as the day was setting, they flew off towards the Edge, they found that the chaos had erupted and noticed Tuffnut riding Meatlug. The other Avengers off doing their own thing until they noticed their friends returning.
"What in the name of Thor?" Hiccup asked was they came in for a landing.
"Uh, guys, what's going on?"
"Hiccup, meet the Ingerman-Thorstons. We're the model of a modern Viking family." Tuffnut stated with pride.
"Did he just...?" Wanda knew of the Flintstones ironically.
"Dont ask." Peter said.
"We've only been gone a day! What possibly could have happened?!" Stark asked, raising his mask face.
"You know, you remember how I studied with the officiator, back on Berk? While you guys were gone, I accidentally married Ruff and Fishlegs. But, despite that little snafu, we're all very happy now. Well, most of us anyway." Tuffnut admitted.
"Uh. Tuffnut, I hate to break it to you, but you can't perform Viking unions." Astrid informed him.
"He can't?" Heather asks.
"He can't?" Clint asks.
"Are you sure?" Tuffnut asks.
"You never completed your training because the officiator jumped off a cliff halfway through your first lesson. That was so funny." Snotlout informed him.
Tuffnut gasped when he realized that was true. "Oh, right, yeah. It was probably a bad idea to hold classes on the edge of a cliff. I mean, we lost a lot of good educators that way, especially the ones I pushed."
"The world would be ten times better if I just..." Wanda was preparing to strike him.
"Don't..." Steve said, not wanting to mess with time.
Fishlegs came out riding Barf and Belch. "Wait. Why are you here? Shouldn't you be at the union?"
"Long story," Stark said.
"But we did find a new dragon." Hiccup said.
"A new dragon?" Fishlegs asked. "Great, I got married and no one calls me anymore!"
"Join the club," Clint said as a joke.
"Fishlegs!" Ruffnut cried. "My feet need massaging. They're getting sweaty again."
Fishlegs sighed. "Coming, dear."
Tuffnut walked over and pat Fishlegs. "Hey, bro-in-law, remember how I married you and Ruff? Well, it turns out that I can't marry people after all. So, presto! Union dissolved."
Fishlegs gasped when he heard that. "What? Oh, that's incredible! I haven't been this happy since my wedding day. My wedding day..." He looked over to Ruffnut in sorrow as he walked over to her, and she held his face but then slapped him in the face. "AH! Aw, my door is always open."
Ruffnut shrugged. "And I guess you can keep the shark."
Astrid snickered. "Fishlegs married Ruffnut. I guess anything is possible."
"Well, one thing's for certain, no Hofferson will ever marry a Jorgenson." Hiccup said.
"Never say never, right, Astrid?" Snotlout said.
Astrid scoffed. "Never."
"What is that?" Wanda asked, seeing the metal.
"A fragment of the AIM portal," Stark stated.
"What?" Steve asks.
"We have a way to get home?" Steve asked in surprise.
"Assuming that the portal functions even after going through the same time stream that aged all the AIM Agents and killed them." Peter reminded them.
"Okay, fair." Stark had to agree with him there.
As the scene unfolded, MODOK proudly demonstrated the impressive capabilities of his team to the Dragon Hunters, showcasing the innovative technology they had developed. With a flick of his wrist, he activated a shimmering forcefield that enveloped the Nightmares, preventing their frantic escape into the night sky. The ethereal barrier gradually constricted around the dragons, releasing a dense gas that hung in the air like a thick fog. One by one, the majestic creatures succumbed to its effects, their struggles weakening as they drifted into unconsciousness.
MODOK glanced over at Viggo, who stood wide-eyed and speechless, clearly taken aback by the remarkable enhancements on display. The Dragon Hunters, equipped with their newly designed Dragon Root blasters, approached the subdued dragons with a sense of purpose. Each blaster was armed with specially engineered bullets infused with dragon root, a potent substance that ensured they could capture the magnificent beasts without causing them harm or death. The atmosphere buzzed with anticipation as the hunters prepared to secure their prize, knowing that they now had the means to tame these formidable creatures without violence.
"I must admit, I am very indeed impressed." Viggo complimented MODOK. "I am starting to see the benefits of this alliance."
"And wait and see what we can do... once we fix the portal," MODOK stated, revealing that his crew has their own fragment of the portal. "And once we do, we will rid all Avengers, anyone who would oppose us, from all of time and space..."
"And you sure it can rid us of our enemies?" Ryker asks.
"A baby Viking would be child's play." Taskmaster chuckled as he drew his sword.
"Dont underestemate them." Shocker warned them. "The Avengers are slippery. Even if we find them, we still need to stop them."
"Oh, trust me..." Scorpion snarled. "I welcome the challenge."
"My team will destroy your enemies, and you help me conquer my time," MODOK stated. "We will rule all time and space."
Viggo ndded as he shook MODOK's hand.