"Freya, I need to talk to you." Freya set the chicken aside and wiped her hands on her pants.

"Sure." She smiled lightly. She sat down next to him. "Hey, my dolly!" She gently took the wooden doll with yak hair and a small pink dress. It used to have gems for eyes but had lost one along the way. "I haven't seen Gertrude for years." She stroked the dolls hair, running her fingers along the teeth marks. "Wait, these teeth marks..."

"I took her away from you. It broke my heart, you cried for days, but I had to keep it a secret. From everyone, even you." Gobber sighed. "I don't know how to tell you this." He admitted.

"Was I always a dragon?" Freya blurted, for the ease of them both.

"You've turned again?" Gobber looked horrified but relieved at the same time.

"You knew I could turn into a dragon and you kept it from me?!" Freya angrily stood. "I could have snapped at any minute and hurt someone. I could have been caught and burned! Luckily it was only Hiccup."

"I'm sorry. I thought you would grow out of it or forget how to do it. But you were in so much pain when you were little I couldn't bare it!" Gobber sighed. "I didn't want you to have to go through it anymore."

"Dad, you're so stupid." She sighed. "But I wouldn't rather anyone else." She hugged him. He gently rubbed her back.

"So, can you forgive a silly old man?" He chuckled.

"Of course." She smiled. "I'll always forgive you."