Jorn mounted Garff and waved goodbye to the villagers. He had spent the past week teaching their healer newer and safer techniques to treat her patients. In the five months since leaving Berk, he and a handful of healers have been going around the Archipelago and beyond helping tribes that didn't have a healer or updating healers with new methods.

It was quite a rewarding project seeing people smile. Helping those in need was an amazing experience.

Jorn was heading back to Sliepner Island, where he had set up base for Healers Without Borders, when one of his volunteer healers intercepted him. "Jorn, a Terror Mail has come across your desk. Berk is in need of assistance. There was an attack and the Chief is asking for healers."

Jorn furrowed his eyebrows. His new home had been attacked. He needed to get there right away. "Head back to base and pick out three healers. Have them meet me at Berk." Garff sang a line in agreement.

Before the other healer could say anything, Jorn and Garff were gone.


Jorn could see the destruction from several hundred yards away. It looked like Berk had been encased in ice. As he got closer, he could see just how bad the damage was. Most of it looked repaired and it didn't look like a lot of people were injured. He could see some of the Master Riders racing. What was going on?

The Healer landed outside the Great Hall. No one seemed to notice him and Garff yet. He dismounted and gave Garff a comforting pat on the head "Stay here, boy. I'm going to go to see Stoick and Hiccup."

Garff purred in agreement and went off to find a place to nap. It wasn't easy, as all the dragons kept assaulting the newcomer and wanted to sniff his butt.

Jorn walked through the village. Those who weren't at the races were working on breaking the ice apart. The few who saw him stared at him as of they'd seen a ghost, before running off. As he neared the stands, he could see Hiccup sitting in Stoick's throne. Was Stoick off the island for business?

He climbed the stairs to the top where Hiccup sat. When he reached the top, he stood behind Hiccup, not saying anything. He simply studied the younger man. Hiccup's facial hair was longer than the stubble Jorn had been used to. The kid wasn't a fan of growing facial hair and shaved every few days. Maybe he's been busy?

Hiccup was wearing a fur cloak that hung from his shoulders and was being held together by a chief clasp. When did Hiccup become chief? He knew Stoick was planning on retiring, but it wasn't supposed to be made official for another year. What happened?

The kid seemed uninterested in the race, but was following along just the same. He seemed tired, the dark circles under his eyes indicated that he hasn't had a good night's sleep in weeks.

Suddenly the crowd cheered louder than they previously had been. Jorn looked up and saw why; Astrid had the black sheep. Hiccup stood up, ready to announce her as the winner.

No sooner was the sheep in the net did Hiccup speak. "The black sheep gives Astrid Haddock 15 points. Astrid wins the game. Let us all convene to the Academy to celebrate."

Wait. Astrid Haddock? They got married? When? Jorn felt so out of the loop. So much has happened. What else has he missed? Before he could form another thought, Hiccup turned and ran right into him.

"JORN!" Hiccup exclaimed once both regained their balance. "What are you doing here?! You're dead!"


Author's Note: Welp, I clearly have no control over my willpower to take a break from writing. The other night I started to wonder about Jorn and how he would help Hiccup after becoming chief. Next thing I know, it's four in the morning and I've written four chapters

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