Previously:
Hiccup wakes up to see two strange creatures. They think he and toothless are there to attack them, he thinks they shot them out of the sky. It's quite a mess, but he eventually manages to prevent a battle and somewhat calm the situation.

Refer to the last chapter for Peter's recollection of recent events.

Now:

I toss inferno away and show I have no more weapons on hand. "Okay. So can we talk this through? Civilly?" I ask.

The metal man crosses his metal arms. "Fine."

I nod, slightly wary. I don't want him to try anything. Okay, now to figure out where we are, who these people are, and what to do next.

"Soo, how do we do this? Twenty questions?" The smaller man asks, awkward.

"Let's start with something simple. Where are we?" I respond, spreading my arms and looking around us. Sure, it looks like we're in a regular field, but when you look past the grass and the trees there's just... light. Crazy tall structures, so much noise, and light. The only thing I could possibly compare such light to would be when many dragons use their mouths to light up a dark cave— like when I first met my mother. The buildings are just... different.

"Central Park." Metal man responds as if it's obvious, though it's quite the opposite. "Now, how about you start with—"

"Whoa, whoa— wait!" I cut him off. "You have to give me more information than that. Central Park? Where's that."

The man sighs in frustration but obliges. "Manhattan, New York." I blink, oblivious. "America." I shrug. "You know, like the country?"

"Yeahhh, no it doesn't ring a bell. How far away are we from our archipelago?"

"Archipelago?" Small man questions.

"Where we're from."

"And where is that?" Metal man asks.

"Well, it's a few days west of the old isle of Berk, the Berskers, and the outcasts. Other then that we're pretty empty." Unless you count the Hidden World. There's a brief pause, before anyone speaks.

"There's no thing." The meal man snaps. "The truth, if you will."

I pat myself down dramatically. "Well, that's a new development. Guess I don't exist." I wave a hand of dismissal at them. "Seriously, though. Everyone's heard of Berk. My fault, I know." I role my eyes mockingly. Yeah we had targets on our backs, living there with all those dragons.

"So if you're so called "Berk" is real, then... why don't our A.Is know about it?" The small man asks.
"What's an A.I?"
My question goes unanswered when the metal man speaks up again. "Unless... It's on this planet."
"On this planet? What are you talking about?!" I exclaim. "What are you, crazy?" This is Dagur level of crazy.

The meal man clicks his fingers at me. "Hey, What planet are you from?" He seems distracted.

"This one." I even point at the ground. Could I be any more obvious?

"Really? Cause that's interesting, see we have no matches for those names here. So either you lied or you're from a different planet."

"I'm not lying!"

"So where are you from?" Metal man presses.

"Earth! You know, Midgard." Gods, I should have known this conversation would be difficult.

"Friday run the names again."

"What? Who are you—"

"Wait, isn't Midgard what Thor calls earth?" The small man pipes up.

I point at him, thankful. "Thank you! Now, we're getting somewhere."

"Wait, you know Thor?" Metal man asks, seeming somewhat annoyed.

"Well, yeah... he's the god of thunder." Obviously. Who hasn't heard of him?

"So why didn't you just say you know him?!" Metal man snaps. I don't just parade around telling people what gods I've heard of!

"I thought you said you don't know the Avengers?" Smaller man tilts his head in confusion.

"I... don't. What does Thor have to do with the Avengers?"

"Wait, so you would have had to meet Thor recently, right? A few months?" Metal man suggests, like he hadn't heard me. I squint at him.

"What? Met Thor? What am I, dead?" I pat myself down again. I look over at Toothless who's sitting down now, "did you know about this?" Before I continue to pat myself down. Once I'm done I shrug at them, as if to say "sorry, seems I'm alive!"

"You said you know him!"

"He's the god of thunder! My father told me stories about him! We built a statue! Of course I've heard of him."

There's another pause, but then the small man speaks up. "Hey, would... would you say you worship Thor?"

"I mean, judging by my constant bad luck the gods don't seem to be a fan of me, but yeah, I guess so." I hesitate.

"Are you from Norway? Sweden? Denmark?" The small man asks. I shake my head.

"No... sorry, haven't heard of them places either."

"All your... people worship Thor?" The metal man asks.

"Not just Thor, the other god and goddesses too. Y'know, Odin, Freya, among the others." Though it always feels like they skipped on berk, like Thor turned the weather on and forgot to turn it off. Or that berk was their punching bag. Probably the latter.

It falls silent for a little bit, all of us seemingly thinking everything through. What else do I have to say for them to believe me?

"So... you're sure you're from earth? Like a hundred percent sure? Not even the slightest chance you could be from some other planet?" Small man asks.

"Trust me, we'd know if we were from another planet." I shrug. "I'm human. Do I need to prove it?" They don't say anything. I sigh. Alright, fine. Guess I'm proving it.

I reach up to my helmet. Besides, showing my face might actually deescalate the situation.

I lift my visor up and pull down my bandana. "Ta da!" I do a sarcastic wave of my hands and a fake smile. "Happy?"

"Huh, so you are a guy." Smaller man mumbles.

"His face isn't in any database," metal man states. My eyes widen when his helmet quite literally disappears, revealing a guy maybe fifteen years older than me with a weird beard and dark hair. The technology... wow. "What's your name?" He asks me expectantly. I glance at Toothless, a silent plea, who makes eye contact with me and gestures towards the man. I role my eyes. Fine.

I mumble my name. Introductions never go well.

Grimmel's arrogant face sits in my fathers chair in my fathers house on my fathers island as he makes fun of how to pronounce the name my father gave me and threatens to destroy everything I have.

"Didn't quite catch that." Metal-ish man speaks up. I blink away the memory and force myself to speak confidently.

"Chief Hiccup Haddock the third of the Berkian tribe."

It's silent for a few seconds, before laughter breaks out from Smaller man, while Metalish man smirks. I role my eyes. "Yeah, but what's your real name?" Smaller man spits out between laughter.

"That is my name." I deadpan. "Do you want my middle too?" I add sarcastically.

The laughter pauses. Of course you do.

"It's Horrendous."

"It can't be that bad."

"It's literally horrendous."

"...oh." He bursts into laughter again.

"Okay, I introduced myself. Now what about you two?" I ask, trying to change the subject away from my unfortunate name.

"I'm Spider-Man!" Smaller one breathes, bending over from laughing so hard. "I can't say my real name, secret identity and all. It's nothing personal, I don't tell anyone." Well, I guess I'll have to take that. Don't have much of a choice.

I look over at Metalish man expectantly. He waves me off dismissively, "Tony Stark, aka Ironman."

"He's used to everyone already knowing who he is." Spider-man supplies. "Being famous, and all."
Yeah well so am I.

Toothless perks up beside me, and I look at him to see him listening to something. He turns to look a ways away, and I follow his gaze to see a distant figure running towards us.

"W-What's going on?" I ask, drawing the attention of Tony and Spider-man as I watch the figure advance. Suddenly, more figures emerge and grab ahold of the person rather forcefully, before dragging them off.

"Looks like they're struggling to hold the border." Tony observes. "The media must be really desperate for a story."

Spider-man looks at him. "What do we do? Talk to the media?"

"Yeah, sure! We'll tell them all about how we don't know what's happening!" Tony exclaims sarcastically. "That's sure to please them."

"What's media? Who are those people?" I ask, confused.

"You haven't been frozen in ice, at all, have you?" Spider-man asks me.

"N...no?" Then I remember the Drago battle on Berk. "Well, I mean yes, actually. Not for long. Why?" I've also been frozen without ice, if you count the Flightmare or the Speedstingers.

"Oh, cause we had a guy who got frozen in ice for like a crazy amount of years! He's Captain America!" Spider man beams. "He missed out on a lot of years and is still coming to terms with the modern world."

"Haven't heard of him either..." I admit. "How did he survive, though?" Sure the Skrill did, but... that's a dragon!

"Something about being enhanced," Tony waves me off, "it's not important."

"I think he'd be hurt to hear that, mr Stark!" Spider-man exclaims.

"Good." Tony smirks. "Now, where were we?"

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Kinda random place to leave off but whatever.

Sorry I'm publishing so late in the day, it was my mum's birthday so I was celebrating with her!