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5 years later..

Waves gently rumble as they crash onto the island's sides, the sun peeking out from its hiding spot behind a cluster of clouds.

"This...is Berk."

A young adults voice speaks, his tone holding fondness as birds fly across the island.

"The best-kept secret this side of..well..anywhere."

A platform built for dragons shone a brilliant green, some seagulls landing on it to rest.

"Granted, it may not look like much..
but this wet heap of rock packs more than a few surprises."

A large shadow flies overhead, a group of sheep shivering in fear as they anxiously watch the skies while belting.

Another shadow flies by, and they all move together, their eyes darting around the sky.

"Life here is amazing, just..not for the faint of heart.

You see...where most folks enjoy hobbies like whittling or needlepoint, we Berkians prefer a little something we like to call.."

The sheep turn, targets painted on their sides. One of them was shoved out into the open, making its eyes widen as its legs tremble.

It was swooped up in an instant, the herd freezing as they watch him get carried away.

"..Dragon racing!"

The familiar dragons of Berk swoop by a large crowd of people, making them all cheer and wave their arms.

Fishlegs looks around with a grin, warpaint decorating his face. He lets out a cheer, his Gronckle (Meatlug) panting happily as she holds the sheep.

Fishlegs cries out as he was suddenly rammed into, Snotlout snatching the sheep with the help of his Monstrous Nightmare (Hookfang).

"I'm sorry, Fishlegs!" Snotlout mocks, gesturing to the sheep. "Did you want that?" He smirks, his red warpaint curling up by his mouth.

Fishlegs grunts in irritation, reaching for the sheep as Snotlout suddenly flies back and past him.

"Snotlout! That was mine!" The boy looks up at Ruffnut and Tuffnut, winking as he tosses it to her.

"Here you go, babe. Did I tell you that you look amazing today? 'Cause you do!"

Ruffnut groans in disgust at his flirting, shaking her head as her dragon (Bart), glares at Snoutlout.

"Come on, Barf. It's starting to stink around here," she urges, Barf releasing gas as Snotlout dreamily watches after her.

"Nope, still hates you," Tuffnut grins, mocking the boy, his grin turns mischievous as he faces forward. "Let's blow this place, Belch!"

Snotlout cries out as Belch lights the gas, a small explosion blasting the side of Hookfang and knocking him off balance.

Ruffnut tosses the sheep into a net full of sheep, earning her and Tuffnut a point.
Stoick lets out a hearty laugh as they fly past him.

"That's nine for the Twins! Astrid lags with three, Fishleg and Snotlout trail with none.
And Hiccup is..."

He trails off as he looks between (Y/N) and Hiccup's netting, their dragons faces painted on the front.

"And Hiccup and (Y/N) are no where to be found."

(F/N) joins the Chiefs side, an amused smile on his face. He watches as Stoick falls back into his throne with a sigh, shaking his head. "Their kids Stoick.." he begins, the man's attention now on his Commander.

"Cant keep 'em in one place all the time." He chuckles, facing forward and watching as Gobber strolls towards them.

"Scared him off with the big talk, didn't you, Stoick?" The man snickers, resting his arm on Stoick's throne.

"And I'm guessing he swept (Y/N) away and ran off." Stoick sighs once again, (F/N) nodding with a grin.

...

Astrid swings herself off the side of Stormfly, smacking her fist against Snotlout's helmet as he yelps in pain.

"What are you doing, Snotlout?" She demands, bringing herself upright and glaring at him.

"They're gonna win now!"

"She's my Princess! Whatever she wants, she gets!" Snotlout defends, nonchalantly resting his arm on Hookfang's horn. "Ruffnut?" Astrid raises her brows, "Didn't she try to bury you alive?"

"Only for a few hours," Snotlout laughs, Hookfang easing his claws and spinning the checkpoint.

The blonde rolls her eyes, bringing a hand up and gently caressing the small (F/C) stone necklace that hung loosely from her neck, the cool feeling of the stones surface bringing a pleasant feeling to the Hofferson.

She smiles at the thought of the girl who gave it to her, nodding her head and racing after Snotlout.

"Now, dragons used to be a bit of a problem here, but that was five years ago."

Stormfly swiftly flies ahead of the others, dodging Fishlegs and Snotlout.

"Now they've all moved in. And really, why wouldn't they?"

They all swoop into a building, flying past as Dragons watch from below. "We have custom stables.." a Nadder chitters happily as it devours fish after fish.

"..all-you-can-eat feeding stations," a baby Gronckle flies past another Gronckle taking a bath. "A full-service Dragon wash!"

The baby Gronckle inhales deeply before sneezing a large ball of fire, blasting a wooden building.

"Even top-of-the-line fire prevention, if I do say so for myself.

Astrid gasps, narrowing her eyes with a smirk as Stormfly dives down, allowing her to pull a rope that releases water onto the fire.

Stoick chuckles softly as Gobber claps, (F/N) bouncing on the heels of his feet in excitement.

"It's time, Gobber."

"Righty-ho!" He nods, waving to a man waiting for the signal. "Last lap!" The man nods, blowing into a large horn, a low below resonating from within.

...

Astrid gasps, her head jerking up, "The black sheep!" She pats her dragon, a wide grin on her face. "Come on, Stormfly! We can still win this thing!"

...

Gobber makes his way out of the building, pulling his large slingshot behind him.

...

"Come on, Barf!"

"Let's go!" The Twins yell, urging their
Dragons faster.

...

Gobber winds up the slingshot with a large grin, facing the sheep.

...

"Go, Meatlug!" Fishlegs urges, leaning forward to increase their speed.

...

He nods firmly as it pulls into place, looking up and watching for the dragons.

...

"Woo-hoo!" Astrid laughs, the others not far behind as they all race to get the sheep.

"This is your big moment." Gobber grins, winking at the black sheep as it looks at him with a bored expression. "Have a nice flight."

It lets out a startled bleat before being launched into the air.

"Up, up, up!" Astrid commands, Stormfly's talons ready to grab the sheep.

Just as she went to grab it, Fishlegs and Meatlug suddenly appeared from under them, snatching the sheep and flying away.

"No!"

"Yes! Good job, Meatlug!" Meatlug chirps happily, turning and spinning as she releases the sheep. "Here you go, darling. Mine's worth ten!"

Tuffnut glares at Ruffnut as his sister holds the sheep, smirking at the love-sick boy. "Yeah! The black sheep!"

...

"You guys are...fighting for Ruffnut?" Astrid incredulously questions Snotlout, watching the Twins.

"I'm totally winning!" Ruffnut cackles, Fishlegs flying at her side.

"We're winning together," he grins, yelping as she rams into him.

He goes flying back, crashing into Snotlout, they both fall as the crowd laughs and cheers.

"Whoo! No one can stop me now!"

"Except for me," Tuffnut snaps, glaring at Ruffnut. "We're attached, genius. Quit trying to steal all my glory!"

He grabs the horns of the sheep, both fighting for it and not noticing an approaching figure.

"Hey!"

Astrid quickly rises and balances on the back of Stormfly, looking ahead in determination.

...

"Get them, Astrid!" Stoick yells, rising from his seat.

"It's my glory!"

"You always ruin everything!"

Astrid leaps onto the dragon , carefully racing along the back.

"No sheep, no glory!"

"Gotcha!" Astrid laughs, snatching the sheep as she leaps into the air, landing on Stormfly.

Tuffnut groans with wide eyes, his sister growling in annoyance and anger and hitting her fist on her saddle.

"Astrid!"

...

"Well played!" Stoick laughs, slapping (F/N) on the back as he chuckles. "That's my future daughter-in-laws best friend!"

(F/N) laughs loudly, clapping his hands as he cheers. "And that's my future son-in-law's bully!" He jokes, Stoick laughing along with a wide smile.

...

Astrid looks ahead, gasping as Fishlegs rams Meatlug into Stormfly, throwing her off course.
Snotlout laughs, swinging his hammer back,

"Excuse me!"

"Stormfly!" Astrid yells with wide eyes,
Stormfly yelping and swiftly ducking under Hookfang just as Snotlout swings his hammer, striking Fishlegs as the crowd winces in sympathy for the boy.

Stormfly staggers in the air, struggling to find her balance as Astrid cries out.

She quickly stables herself, swooping upwards and spinning as Astrid dunks the black sheep in her net.

The other sheep look at each other, their eyes wide as they were pressed against sheep's behind.

...

"That's thirteen!" Stoick shouts over the crowd with a laugh. "Astrid takes the game!"

...

Gothi jolts awake, gasping as she claps in a
daze. (F/N) bellows a laugh, clapping loudly and whistling.

He rams his shoulder into Snoutlout's father, the man wincing as the Commander looks to him and smirks.

"Oops.." he says, Stoick cackling as Snotlout's father rolls his eyes and backs away, gripping his shoulder with a hiss.

"Yep. Berk is pretty much perfect."

Astrid cheers for herself, pumping her fist in the air with laughter.

She reaches down and grabs her necklace, bringing it forward and placing a gentle kiss to the stone.

The twins glare at one another and begin to smack eachother.

"All my and (Y/N)'s hard work has paid off. And it's a good thing, too!"

Stormfly swoops towards the crowd, Astrid laughing as she high fives them before flying up with a loud cheer.

"Because with Vikings on the backs of dragons.."

Snotlout and Fishlegs gasp and yelp as Astrid flies past them, soaring into the open sky with another a laugh.

"The world just got a whole lot bigger.."

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