(A/N: This chapter is going to be in third person, it will be the NARRATORS point of view NOT Astrid's. From now on I will specify whose pov it is at the beginning of every chapter.)

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~Time Skip~One Week Earlier~On Berk (old Berk)~

"Aw man come on Gobber! You can bring weapons on this stupid trip but we can't!? Seriously!?" a short 20 year old viking exclaimed to the older viking with a peg leg. 

"Weapons? What weapons! These here are my replacement hands! You can't expect me to take you on a fishing trip to hunt for dragons without having more than one hand that I can use now do you?" 

"Wait fishing trip? I thought this was a survival trip! That was the only reason why I decided to come along!" A taller, skinnier viking with blonde dreads exclaimed very much disappointed to hear they were going fishing.

"Yeah, what's the fun of leaving the archipelago if there won't be any danger and destruction to go along with it." the 19 year olds twin exclaimed her blonde hair in two matching long braids. 

"Oh sweet, sweet destruction." they stated together head-bumping before climbing into the longboat the older viking named Gobber had prepared for their trip. The viking sighed used to the twins by this point in his life. 

"We aren't leaving the archipelago. Now come on then Snotlout, you have to come with Stoick says so. Wouldn't want to be replaced by someone else for the title of next chief now would you?" He reasoned with the short viking named Snotlout. 

"Ugh fine! But only because I don't want anyone else to take my spot as the heir to Berk." he gave in hopping down into the boat with the other teen-adults. Gobber untied the ship from the dock jumping in just before the twins could ditch him there and take Snotlout outside the archipelago. "So why are we doing this again?" Snotlout asked the group as he leaned back on some crates knocking over a basket of eel. 

"Well, there haven't been enough dragons coming to Berk that we could catch alive to train ya with, so instead I'm taking you all out to an uninhabited island within the archipelago for some survival training and to help ya defend yourselves against any wild dragon that may come your way." Gobber grinned, "Ah I remember the first dragon I ever killed, it was a glorious day! As it shall be for the three of you when you finally kill your own dragons!" 

"Yeah!" The twins cheered, exited for adventure. But, the one they got isn't what they were hoping for. Barely a day into their journey an unholy thunderstorm rolled in, sent from the Gods above in Valhalla. Crashing winds made it hard for the four vikings to close the sails before they were destroyed, thundering waves and piercing rain made it hard to stand as the wooden deck became as slick as ice. Crates, baskets and anything else that was loose skidded around bumping into the vikings and falling overboard. The vikings skidded around tying everything down as they watched the rippling lightning threaten to set their ship ablaze. Days become unnumbered as the storm brewed on until finally the heavens graced them with the presence of the sun waking them from what little slumber they managed to get. 

The shortest of the group grumbled as he was awoken by the cheers of the peculiar twins he was unfortunate enough to be left with, "What in Thor's name are you two idiots cheering about? Can't you see we're trying to sleep here!" He exclaimed grumpily pointing at the knocked out Gobber who was snoring rather loudly. 

"Wow rude much!" the girl replied. 

"Yeah no kidding just for that we're not going to tell you that we've spotted some land up ahead." her brother commented earning a good thwack to the head. 

"You just did idiot!"

"Wait, land! Where!?" the black haired viking cried as he got up pushing past the two squabbling siblings, "Oh my Thor!! Gobber! Gobber wake up!!" he ran to shake the old viking almost losing his eye to the hook that replaced the mans left hand. 

"I'm up! I'm up! So what did I miss then?" he ran his hand and hook over his face to wake himself up some more when the three shouted at the man. 

"THAT!!" 

"What in Thor's name is-" as he looked to where the three were pointed his jaw fell open, "By Odin's Beard. We've done it!! We've found land!" he cheered, as he hitched up an oar in his hand and began to row the three joining him as they steered the boat towards the beach that was facing them. 

"Oh thank Thor! I thought we'd never make!" Snotlout cheered as he fell backwards onto the sand as it immediately warmed him up after the freezing storm they managed to survive. However, now was not the time for celebrating as the four were picked off one by one by changewing scouts and taken around to the front of the island where they were thrown into an empty stable in between two sleeping dragons. The Hideous Zippleback and a Monstrous Nightmare.