Author's Notes: So by this title, I think many of you might know what to expect from it. If you caught something from last chapter then you know exactly what I mean. Now on with the show. Also due to commitments with work, writing will be slow for the next few weeks so I hope to have a chapter out in August, but if not I'll try to get it up ASAP.

More Dragon Souls?

Berk Forest

Heiđrún ran through the forest, jumping over fallen trees and moving brush out of the way. She then slide down the small slope down into the cove and yelled, "Guðbrandr!"

Said Night Fury shot his head up from behind the rock he was sleeping near. "You… called, love?" Guðbrandr asked, moving around to nuzzle into her small body.

"I think there are more Vikings with Dragon Souls here. The Boulder Crusher they have in the arena is one and her bonded Viking is Fishlegs."

Guðbrandr tilted his head in bewilderment and confusion at how such a thing could be real. "But… they are… supposed to be… rare."

Heiđrún came up to her beloved and stared into his eyes. "Look in my eyes and tell me what you feel. You know what a dragon soul feels like since you've been around me for so long, but tell me," she paused and bore her gaze into his forest green eyes. "What does it look like in this body."

Guðbrandr now knew what she was seeking. She wanted to know to him how her dragon soul felt to him. 'You're so clever love. By me feeling your Dragon Soul, it will let me see if Fishlegs has one as well by looking in his eyes,' he deduced. He sat on his hind legs and stared deep into Heiđrún's eyes and soul.

He gazed deep into her for what seemed like hours. He could always get lost while looking into her eyes. He found peace in them, but now he had a mission. He searched and quickly found what she had requested of him to find: her Dragon Soul. It burned inside of her as it had for many winters, but now he took in the feeling of it besides just how it burned. Once he felt that he learned enough, he blinked and licked across Heiđrún's face one.

"What did I tell you about that, Guðbrandr?" Heiđrún scolded.

"Can't… help it, love," he answered.

"Also you can speak a bit more normally now. I could understand the Boulder Crusher when I spoke with her."

"Wait! They can't understand Viking!"

Heiđrún smirked, coughing a couple of times and beginning to half mimic the dragon language, "It's slill… berry rough, but eye can get… the float across…"

Guðbrandr couldn't believe Heiđrún actually half speaking their speech. He was impressed, but he worried how that would affect her speech when she returned to being a Night Wing. He knew he was right when she started coughing again once she finished. "You shouldn't strain yourself, Heiđrún. You know there is a reason why Viking voices can't speak our language."

"Then how can I speak to Stromur then?" Heiđrún pleaded. "You know a Spike Shooter can't understand Viking."

"You mean that hatchling we met... what eight winters ago?"

"Yep, she's all grown up. I think she might have been caught up by the Queen like you."

Guðbrandr's ear plates flattened against his skull at the mention of the evil Queen. He still felt ashamed for getting caught by the Queen, but Heiđrún didn't seem to mind since she found out the truth of why he was missing. He whined as he felt some of the memories of his time under the Queen return to him.

"Gunny, it's okay. I'm here and soon we'll figure out how to deal with her," Heiđrún remarked, caressing the black dragon's lower jaw slowly. "I want to learn about my father and once I do, we return me to a Night Wing and then we kill her. Her evil can't be used to make our kin or Viking's suffer any more."

"What Queen?" Fishlegs asked, strolling down the ramp with a fish in each of his hands.

Both Heiđrún and Guðbrandr turned to face the pudgy Viking. They didn't know they were being eavesdropped on, but the truth needed to be told to him. Heiđrún kissed her mate's snout, looking back intently at Fishlegs.

"Give Guðbrandr the fish and we'll talk. I don't know much about her, but I can translate what he say to you," Heiđrún explained, stepping to the side of the Night Wing. Fishlegs gulped softly and walked slowly forward, presenting one of fish to the Night Fury. He watched in amazement as the dragon opened his mouth, revealing no teeth protruding from the gums.

"Huh? Toothless… I could have sworn you had…" Fishlegs spoke, watching Guðbrandr then extend his teeth out from his gums, and snatching the fish from his hands. Fishlegs screamed loudly, throwing the other fish into the air making the dragon jump up and catch the other one after he finished the first. "...teeth. Oh, that is so amazing! They are retractable!" Fishlegs exclaimed, running over and looking at the teeth once the dragon finished eating.

Heiđrún smiled at the Vikings enthusiasm, but she had to know now. "Gunny, can you do like I asked earlier before Fishlegs arrived?" she inquired, receiving a nod from her partner. "Fishlegs, could you sit still and let Gunny here look into your eyes for a couple minutes?"

Fishlegs mumbled with a bit of worry and stood back as the Night Fury loomed over him and stared into the dragon's eyes. They were deep and he had to admit amazing gaze upon. While the two were locked in their gaze, Guðbrandr felt something he didn't expect. 'She's right, but how is he still alive?' he pondered, blinking and turning to Heiđrún.

"How did you know?" he asked.

"I looked into the Boulder Crusher's eyes and swore I felt something like I see in your eyes all the time," Heiđrún answered.

"Can you tell me what is going on?" Fishlegs interrupted.

"That will take some time, but we can get it all done this afternoon before we have to head back." Heiđrún, with the help of Guðbrandr, explained what they had found within him and the history behind it. Throughout the explanation, Fishlegs fainted a couple of times, but overall Fishlegs understood generally what was explained to him. During this explanation, Guðbrandr took notice of his mate and even Fishlegs drawing some of the dragons they were discussing with each other. He decided he wanted in on the drawing, and uprooted a sapling, drawing around them both.

Heiđrún giggled knowing that both hers and Guðbrandr's drawings were pretty horrendous, but she had to admit that Fishlegs was pretty good, especially the Boulder Crushers. When her mate finished, Fishlegs looked around and smiled and stepped on one of the lines by accident.

"Get off of it!" Guðbrandr growled, causing Fishlegs to lift up his foot and making the dragon at ease. Fishlegs was even more curious and figured out, what he thought, the dragon was saying to him. "You mean off of this?" Fishlegs questioned, placing his foot lightly back on the line.

"Yes!" the ebony dragon growled, lowering his head but lifting it back up as the Viking lifted his foot off the line. Heiđrún watched in amazement as the two had an unlikely play session together. Fishlegs testing her mate's limits while her mate did the same of the Viking. 'May be this can really work out, and our two species can live together in peace. Well, at least in one village,' she thought, watching Fishlegs dance around between all the lines until he backed into Guðbrandr by accident.

Fishlegs' shoulders shrunk as he turned and gazed up at the ebony dragon. Their eyes pierced each other, but for once from each other there was an understanding. The dragon leaned forward and licked the Viking's cheek before trotting over to Heiđrún.

"What was that all about? And why did I think I understood him a bit?" Fishlegs questioned, looking at the two unlikely pair.

"Well, he has accepted you as a friend it seems," Heiđrún spoke, rubbing under Guðbrandr's jaw, and nuzzling into his neck. "But, are you doing anything tonight?"

"We have a cookout in one of the towers tonight with Gobber."

"We're going to the arena tonight. Guðbrandr, I want you to sneak close by the area and wait for my signal."

"What are you planning?" the ebony dragon inquired.

"It's time to pair up Fishlegs here with his partner dragon. The one that is connected to the Dragon Soul inside of him," Heiđrún announced. Fishlegs shook his head quickly side-to-side vigorously. "There is no way that we are going to sneak a Night Fury into a village of dragon killers!" Fishlegs beseeched.

"They never noticed me before while I was flying in the air during the raids, except this one that shot me down," Guðbrandr noted, looking at the rotund Viking.

"Both of you have valid points, but I need Guðbrandr there to speak to Kaija since I don't want to hurt my throat trying to speak too much Dragon," the dragon turned Viking remarked.

"Fine… we'll try, but we need to be careful. Last thing we need is to be found out," Fishlegs retorted.

"That's all good, but I do also want to finally get Gobber alone and have a talk with him as well about who my father could be."

"Best place to find him is the blacksmith shop," Fishlegs answered, freezing for a moment. "Oh man… let's go now. I'm late and I need to be there for my shift." He then grabbed Heiđrún's wrist and ran with her in tow back to the village.

Guðbrandr watched as they left him alone again, but he didn't mind if it helped his love realize the wrongs that her family caused her. He wondered just what she would do once she found out who her father was, and how she would handle her mother once they returned to the ice nest.

He closed his eyes and sends out a thought to Nóttu, 'Please mighty Goddess Nóttu, give my mate the strength to get through this and return back to being a Night Wing. May your grace return my sister to my family soon. If it can be done, give me the strength to defeat this Evil Queen when the time is needed, or let me mate find a way for us to defeat her and free our kin from her grasp.'

A long distance away, a dragon heard the plead, but it kept its focus on the boats in front of it. "Time to pay… Storm," the dragon responded before barreling over and going into a steep dive.

Berk

Meanwhile, Fishlegs and Heiđrún arrived back in the village, dodging and weaving their way to the blacksmith's shop. "Oh lad and lass, you two always seem to head off after the training. I wonder what you two young'uns are doing out there… alone," Gobber teased while sharpening a sword. Heiđrún's eyes widened in fear while seeing the blade being sharpened even if she wasn't a dragon anymore, the sound of the blade being sharpened sent chills up her spine.

"We...we aren't… do-oing anything," Fishlegs responded stuttering, going over to get his apron on while Heiđrún watched in horror and amazement. "Oh Gobber, Hedvig has been getting some of her memories back when she explores the forest."

"You don't say… what have you remembered lass?" Gobber asked, putting the sword down and letting his apprentice now take over the sharpening. He hovered over the smaller girl, guiding her towards the inside of the shop out of view and earshot of others.

"Um… well… my parents actually found me at sea in a basket when I was younger," Heiđrún answered softly. "And I'm actually trying to find out who my father is since I've met my mother already."

"At sea you say? How old are you again?"

"Fifteen winters old, sixteen during the middle of the ice covering the waters."

Gobber leaned in closer, looking at Hedvig a bit closer. The eyes reminded him of Valka, but that couldn't be right. He was there the night that… Gobber then remembered the name that Valka said she would give the child if it wasn't for Gothi. "By Odin's beard, it can't be," he proclaimed stepping back slowly. "Fishlegs, mind the shop. Hedvig, come with me because we need to see the village elder."

"What, why do you need to see the elder?" Fishlegs inquired.

"Because I need to confirm something with the Elder about who is Hedvig's father. If it is who I think it is, then it will change everything," Gobber responded louder, taking hold of Hedvig's wrist. "Come on lass, let's go."

Heiđrún bit her lower lip as she was pulled along by the hobbling Gobber. "I can walk on my own you know, you don't need to drag me along," Heiđrún growled.

"Right, sorry, it's just… if you are who I think you are than I haven't seen you since the day of your birth."

"You were there?"

"Come on lass, the Elder can confirm my suspicions."

The two remained silent as they walked through the village. Astrid caught sight of the two of them and decided to follow them, trying to find out more about Hedvig. 'Why is Gobber taking her to the village elder?' she wondered, trailing further behind as they climbed the stairs up to Gothi's home at the top of the mountain.

Gobber knocked on the door and the shuffle of feet and a knock of something against the floor could be heard drawing closer. The door opened inward to reveal the short, hunched over, grey haired woman with icy blue eyes. "We need a word in private Gothi. Our visitor is someone we may have last seen fifteen years ago," Gobber explained, moving Hedvig into the small hut, closing the door behind him after entering.

Astrid moved silently to listen in on the conversation, pressing herself against a wall under a window on the side. "Don't mind the old woman here, she hasn't spoken in years so I'll need to translate what she writes for you Hedvig," Gobber explained, receiving a whack on his head from the elder. "So Gothi, I think this is our Hedvig that we sent out to sea after your visions didn't show Odin gracing her with a future."

Outside, Astrid held her breath in shock after hearing Gobber's statement. 'She's a Holligan? Is… is she Stoick's only child that I've heard my mother talk about that they had hopes for being the heir?' she wondered. She could hear soft scratches and movements before hearing Gobber's voice again.

"Please have her sit on her head… oaf… I mean the bed and let me commune with Odin again," Gobber translated. Heiđrún sat down and watched the elderly woman shuffle towards her. She watched the boney fingers reach out towards her and presses the middle of her forehead. She couldn't help but feel like she's felt this throughout her life. Soon, the feeling helped to relax Heiđrún, causing her to close her eyes.

Gothi felt Odin guiding her through the child's mind, even though it was mostly dark except for a few hints of her life. She saw a middle-aged woman with reddish hair and then again but much younger the second time. This time she saw someone she recognized easily, the chief looking down onto the eyes Gothi peered through. She then saw herself and Gobber and knew the child to be the heir they cast out.

As Gothi pulled out of the child's mind, she wondered why most of her memory was blank or hidden away by the gods. She then started scribbling into her sandbox as Gobber and Hedvig watched intently. Gobber cheered and hugged Heiđrún upon Gothi finishing her writing. "I knew you looked like the spitting image of Valka when she was a wee lass like you. Welcome home, Hedvig Haddock, daughter of Stoick the Vast Haddock," Gobber exclaimed.

Heiđrún couldn't understand why he was so happy for her to be returning home when it seemed he was there when she was cast out by them. She had many questions, but for now, she concluded it would be best to find the time when she was alone with Gobber to asked the questions she desired to be answered.

Although Astrid was taken back by this revelation, it also concerned her. 'The true heir is back. She's been living under my house the entire time. She's even better at dragon training than I. I can't let her get the win when she's not been in this war for as long as I had been,' she determined, moving back down the stairs quickly. She didn't want to be caught, but now she was even more determined than ever to beat Hedvig since now she was certainly going to be considered part of the tribe again soon.