"Hiccup," a familiar, but angry voice, announced their presence. There stood Heather in all her righteous fury. Her hair disheveled from the winds and rain with her armor dripping water. He smirked and walked around from his desk to greet her.

"Heather, hello. May I ask what had you fly here in such a state? "She scoffed as she waved her hand to the door.

"Fly? I sailed here to get away from my brother's stupid antics! I left the island for a bit to do recon and take a break from things. I come back to find my brother, Dagur The Formerly Deranged, humming and decorating the house with frilly fripperies and baking. Baking Hiccup!" She put her hands on her hips, staring at him, as if imploring him to fix whatever her brother is up to. He raised his hands in mock surrender, nervously laughing.

"This is Dagur we are talking about. He's about as predictable as the Twins on a good day. Maybe he's taking on domestic hobbies to destress?" She seemed to consider this.

"Maybe, but that doesn't explain why the he has the town decorating their houses as well. Like we're expecting an affluent guest. He even was looking through his closet for his chiefly robes. I don't know, something is fishy." She started pacing and talking to herself trying to read into the oddity that is her brother.

"Do you want me to talk to him? Is that why you came to Dragon's Edge for?" She nodded.

"Maybe you can make sense of him, I know he was planning to come here to visit soon. I better get some sleep." She threw her hood up and left. Hiccup went back to his desk to finish some letters he was composing.

What indeed is Dagur up to?

They didn't have to wait long for Dagur to arrive on his Gronckle with a manic smile on his face.

"Hey, Brother! Just the rail thin guy I wanted to meet!" He hopped down to envelope Hiccup in his usual strong hugs.

"So, what brings you here, Dagur?" Snotlout asks, as he was walking up to the rest of the gang. Dagur giggles madly, rubbing his hands together.

"I heard you helped Throk with his attempts to woo one of the Twins and I wanted to enlist your efforts in helping me with something as well and it wouldn't quite be the celebration if you weren't involved." Heather visibly relaxed near Fishlegs, while Ruff and Tuff leaned in on the promise of food and drinks. "So, that explains it," She whispers to herself.

"Are you meeting another Chief on the island, celebrating a holiday…?" Dagur bounced on his feet, smiling.

"No, but it will be a holiday, I assure you that! Hiccup, my dear brother and his friends, I am getting married!"

"WHAT?" came the collective shout.

The team retired to the dining hall, seated as Dagur opened his story. His eyes swept over their faces.

"Yes, married. I'm surprised too. I figured the only marriages that'd I'd be participating in would be Heather and Ingerman," he pointed towards the two who were leaning against each other, only to have them break apart in awkward coughs. "Or Hiccup here and his own betrothed," at this it was Hiccup and Astrid who turned towards each other. Dagur leaned back and sighed in happiness, looking up.

"Being the person I formally was, I feared my reputation would repulse any woman with common sense and genteel breeding from me. I mean, look at me? Who would want to hook up with someone who used to get the shivers at the word war? So, there I was on an island, working on my return from insanity when I see this beauty emerge. Turns out that was her people's island that I washed ashore on. She saw my wrecked boat and sought it out. Her eyes, her eyes, Hiccup! They were of the deepest brown, like milk chocolate. Just like her skin! They had me under a spell. She took me by the hand to her quaint little village where they welcomed me with open arms. There, I became one of them. They even gave me a name in their language. They made it feel like I had an extended family. I had a grandmother, a mother, brothers, sisters, aunts, and you name it. They ate in this grand hall to music played by the orators. But that's for celebrations like coming of age, on usual nights we'd cook in her home. There, I felt the most love ever given to me. She taught me the better methods of cooking with new spices, how to make sweets, and most of all- how to receive and give affection." At this he went misty eyed, sighing with his chin in hand. The others looked at each other in confirmation at what he just said. Dagur and love don't mix. At all.

"At this point, I didn't want to leave. But I got a tribe to run and I can't shirk my responsibilities to my people. I was hesitant to leave this island, knowing she could be married the next time I visit. She had suitors out the wazoo! Her quiet beauty and serenity was well known among the men. She also helped tend to the babes when the mothers were out to hunt or wanted a break, the women hunt and the men cook most days. It was when she was rocking and singing softly to a sleepy cherubic infant on her shoulder, cradling it ever so softly with love oozing from her pores… that I, Dagur, was jealous of a babe. When she returned the sleeping child to the parents, I then set her aside and begged for her hand. She said she would come to me once she settles her affairs at her village and be with me at my tribe. And guess what? Her affairs are settled! She arrived at Berserker island late last night. I came here to ask you all to meet her there so we can get her approval to be wed the next fortnight. She says it is important to have one's friends to agree to the union. So, will you guys make me the happiest man in the world and come to my tribe?" He put his hands together, begging.

"Well, when you put it like that, Dagur, who could deny you your happiness?" At that, Dagur leaped from his seat with a "YES!" before he remembered where he was and coughed.

"Thank you, and with that I need to go practice or train. Cause that was bit of emotion I displayed that makes me tired. Good day." He retreated from the room. Heather stood from up, walking to the front of the table.

"As much as this weirds me out, let's get my brother hitched."

Dagur patted Shatter Master and tossed him a rock while looking out on the horizon. If only they knew his tribe had made newer enemies…