The Gentle Sniper

Chapter 35: Feuding and Other Matters Part One

A/N: Here we go.

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Let's begin.

…

"I feel like you've come back here to find this place metaphorically about to explode," murmured Bekker, as she was graced with a view of the distant harbour from the windows of her hotel room.

"I concur with that, Bekker," Hiccup sighed. "I feel like I'm the maid of Berk at this point."

Bekker snorted. "Don't say that, because now I'm picturing you in a maid outfit," she then sobered up. "So back to talking about this feud or whatever… what are you going to do?"

Hiccup shrugged helplessly. "I have no idea, but I will be making inquiries of a friend shortly. After which, I will be speaking to the girlfriend of the friend in question. In the meantime, what will you be doing?"

She brought a finger to her chin in consideration. "Probably touring Berk for someplace to eat."

"In that case, what do you say to Mcdonalds?"

She smiled, approaching her friend to hook an arm in one of his. "I say lead the way, sir knight."

After ordering takeaway, Bekker expected Hiccup to return to the hotel she was staying at. Instead, she found herself standing outside a police station.

"What are we doing here?"

Hiccup stepped off his motorbike, leaving his helmet on the seat in front of Bekker before speaking.

"Well I'm going to find out who shot at my girlfriend; what he or she looks like and what the charges are, besides assault on an officer that is. Probably a boring subject, so feel free to stay here with the food if you want," he explained, nodding at the takeaway bag she was holding on to, in her lap.

"Perhaps for the best," she shrugged. "See you soon!"

And this led to Hiccup finding himself in Mala's office, in the presence of both the police chief and commissioner. "So what happened to the person? Walk me through it."

Mala scrutinised Hiccup. "Are you inquiring about all this as a friend concerned about Officer Hofferson?"

"That and more. Astrid wouldn't happen to know sign language, would she? It would be convenient for me if she does."

Mala hummed. "I see. Congratulations. However, I wouldn't know if she understands sign language. She'd be the best to ask."

Hiccup nodded and Mala continued. "Furthermore, the assailant is in custody now. In fact, Officer Oswaldson and Officer Ingrid Hofferson recently completed the task of storing away the firearms found at the scene in the evidence room."

"These wouldn't happen to be illegal firearms, would they? This guy doesn't work in a job that requires a gun, I presume."

Throk answered. "You presume correctly. He has two jobs; one at a cafe and the other at the Lonesome Tradesman as a bouncer. It's Bob the sled."

Hiccup frowned. "Bob the sled? The guy who does sleigh rides for children in winter?"

"Indeed," replied Throk.

Hiccup groaned into his hands. "What is Berk coming to? Why is he, of all people toting guns?"

"We intend to find out," stated Mala.

"Okay. Which cell is he in? I've decided I'd like a word. Bring him to one of your interrogation rooms."

"We can't allow that," said Mala. "Only police officers can interrogate suspects."

"Then send one of your officers along. Perhaps Ingrid Hofferson. I'd like to see how she works. Heather too. I have something I want to ask her."

Throk and Mala looked at one another, then back at him. "Alright," sighed Mala, "Bring them here."

Throk nodded, rose and left, with Mala regarding Hiccup as the door to her office shut. Only after it had closed did she speak again. "What is your relationship with Astrid?"

"If you're asking that, I'm sure you already know or have a hunch."

"That I do, but I would like confirmation - on whether or not she'll continue to be as happy as she seems. She's been smiling more often lately, as some of her colleagues report, though don't tell her. There's a bet going on, concerning how long she'll keep smiling for. Naturally, I am involved," said Mala, her lips curling up as she spoke.

"Uh, huh. And how much is this betting pool?"

"Two hundred Danish Krone, as of this morning."

Hiccup gave a low whistle. "Well who am I to ruin your fun? I'll do my best to keep her happy. Tell me, though: how long has she been smiling for? A couple of days?"

Mala nodded. "Alright, I think I know what has her so happy."

Mala leaned forward slightly. "Care to share?"

"Sniping practice, with moi. And this was after she was abducted while on her shift by the way."

"Yes, that was a great shame," sighed Mala. "Rest assured, we'll be taking steps to prevent the same thing happening again. Matter of fact, we already are."

Hiccup nodded. "Then let's hope your plan is successful."

So a short while later, Bekker, Hiccup and Throk watched from the observation room as Ingrid and Heather stepped into the interrogation room.

Ingrid sat down at the steel table in the centre of the room, which was surrounded by two chairs, while Heather remained standing. "You want me to get you a coffee before we start or just have him brought here immediately?"

"No coffee, please," Ingrid replied. "I have a feeling I'd just hurl it at his head."

"Oh, I like her a lot," smirked Hiccup. "Hand me the bag, Bekker. What visit to the cinema is complete without food?"

Bekker snorted then held out the bag containing his share of McDonald's fast food. "You're getting a kick out of this?"

Hiccup nodded vigorously as he accepted the bag. "I might just petition my dad to adopt her, or marry Astrid. Throk, what's cuter? Having her as a sister in law or as a half-sister? What do you think?"

The man shook his head, though he couldn't hold back a smile. "I'm staying out of this. What you decide to do concerning your relationship with Ingrid is between you and the Hofferson family."

"Fair enough," said Hiccup, between bites of his burger. "I'll take it up with Astrid later."

When Heather returned with Bob and directed him to a chair, the man sat, locked eyes with Ingrid and Heather one after another then spoke.

"I accept all charges."

It was as if time itself had stopped in disbelief.

"You accept all of your charges?" stated Ingrid before looking to Heather, who was equally dumbfounded.

Bob nodded. "Is that strange to you?"

Heather narrowed her eyes at him. "Uh, yeah… most people would ask for their lawyer right around now. You haven't… why?"

He shrugged. "No point in wasting time, right? You have the gun I used as evidence and there are witnesses to what I did. What happens now?"

The two officers exchanged another glance, then Ingrid looked back at the observation window, before meeting Bob's gaze once more and standing up. "You stay there. I'm talking to my superior. Keep an eye on him," she added, with a glance at Heather, who nodded, before Ingrid left the room.

…

"He's up to something," Throk declared, standing against the back wall of the observation room with a finger on his chin while a thoughtful expression adorned his face. "Nobody just accepts their charges. Not without speaking to their lawyer, and certainly not before going to court. What is he playing at?"

Ingrid spread her arms helplessly. "Who knows? In any case, we've got him, right sir?"

"I suppose so. Put him back in his holding cell and double the guard. I'm not having more suspects escape. Nothing else to do until his trial."

"Hey, before you go-" Hiccup called amidst a mouthful of french fries. "What would you say to becoming my honorary sister? I've always wondered what it's like to have a sister."

Ingrid smiled. "Uh, I basically am your sister. Part and parcel of dating my older sister. Also, I think you make an awesome brother."

Hiccup pumped a fist. "Yes!"

Bekker shook her head with a smile, and Throk stared at Ingrid. "As cute as this is, I believe you have a job to do, officer."

At this, Ingrid blushed and turned to leave. "Sorry sir."

"Speaking of cute things, Bekker, what are your opinions of cats?"

"Neutral. Why do you ask?"

"Since you're not opposed to it, there's someone I want you to meet. Might as well, since I've been slacking in my tour guide duties."

Throk blinked in surprise. "You're a tour guide?"

"No. That was a figure of speech. I've been showing my friend around Berk, or meaning to, anyways. Kinda not doing so well in my self appointed task."

"It's fine you know that right, Hic?" Bekker checked with a raised brow. "It's not like you're being intentionally busy or anything, just life getting in the way."

"I'm aware, yes. Anyway, let's go. My pet cat awaits."

"Oh, he's so cute!" exclaimed Bekker, slowly approaching and scooping an unnerved Toothless into her arms the instant she saw him, mere moments after entering Hiccup's apartment.

Hiccup shook his head fondly. "And here we have a grown woman squealing. What is it with every adult woman and squealing, seriously?"

She shot him a glare. "Hush you. I've fought in wars. It's my right to squeal. Tell me you have pictures of this cutie."

"Course I do," said Hiccup, taking out his phone and showing her the image set as a background, featuring Cami in a skirt with Toothless perched awkwardly on her shoulders.

As she peered at the image, Toothless saw the chance to leap from her arms, though neither he nor she paid attention. "Oh look, another blonde… who is she, and should I tell Astrid about her?" Bekker teased.

"She's my ex, currently in a coma, so no, I haven't been cheating on Astrid if that's what you're implying."

"I know. Just teasing."

Hiccup gave a small smile. "So since you don't have any plans tonight besides staying in a hotel room, do you want to visit the great hall? It's a good way to meet the founding families of this town."

"Founding families?" Queried Bekker. "How many are we talking exactly?"

"Five. The Haddocks, Hoffersons, Ingermans, Thorstons and the largest family; the Jorgensons. There are more, but these five date all the way back to Viking times, and the others that took up residence since have shrunk in size considerably - the Berserkers, Meatheads and Bog Burglars, who used to exist as full tribes of their own in times past. And of course, there are the Outcasts - Berkians who turned to crime long ago."

"You seem to know a lot about the history of this place," Shrugged Bekker. "I was never one for it."

"Believe it or not, I was the same. My dad thought otherwise however. 'Every Haddock should know about Berk, as Berk is your heritage, son!' and of course, the guy isn't known for being quiet, so everyone heard that and I was labelled a nerd since."

Bekker gave a small smile. "I think I'd like to meet your dad. To see what he looks like, if nothing else."

"He's a mountain of a man with no volume control. That is all you really need to know. Now, I do believe your BFF has run off. Might want to catch him and squeal to your heart's content."

"You're deflecting, Haddock."

"Oh really? What was your first guess?" He deadpanned.

Bekker continued. "You've mentioned your dad. What was your mum like?"

"Like an older, female version of me, except not where it matters, since I would never abandon my family for six years. Thanks for the change of topic by the way. It is utterly riveting."

"Least you had a mother who cared, at least a little bit."

"Did you not hear the bit where I said she abandoned her family for six years? Or to be more specific, me, for six years? You and I have different definitions of caring," he snapped back.

"Yeah," sighed Bekker. "I guess we do. Later, Haddock."

And she headed off, leaving him alone in the hallway with his thoughts.

But Hiccup was not constrained to his thoughts for long, as his phone vibrated in his pocket.

I've been informed that you are looking to join us. Therefore, consider the following instructions as your evaluation task. An interview of sorts. Do the following successfully and you can consider yourself a DDIS operative.

Scanning the rest of the text, Hiccup pocketed his phone as he snatched up the USP9 he kept under the pillow on his bed, then turned and sought out Bekker, whom he found in his living room, reclining on a sofa with Toothless curled up beside her, enjoying being on the receiving end of Bekker's back rubs.

"What do you want?" She remarked, halting in her self appointed task of rubbing the content black feline as her eyes trailed to the gun in his left hand.

Hiccup ignored her question and the edge present in her voice. "He seems to have warmed up to you. Unfortunately for you, playtime is over. You don't have a key and my apartment is not a hotel, so I'm taking you back to your actual hotel room. So get up. I've got shit to do," he stated curtly.

"Oh, you're not getting rid of me quite that easily. So what if I struck a nerve? Suck it up. I'm coming with you. Honestly, you and Karl act the same way."

Hiccup regarded her with a raised brow. "So long as you don't talk about my mother, then we're good."

She saluted him, then stood up. "Yes sir."

Later, Hiccup was sitting at a table in an outdoor cafe, when a shadow fell onto the metal surface in front of him.

Standing tall and solidly built with fair skin encased in a business suit, the woman before him scanned their surroundings before looking down at him with a disinterested frown. Tossing a file from her grasp onto the table, she addressed him while resuming her observation of the area. "Your evaluation task. Don't screw up or lose the file."

She then left the immediate vicinity, stepping over to a waiting Range Rover without another word as Hiccup opened the file.

Officer Sven Fårehyrde

Your task is to approach and befriend this man.

Is a known mole and Outcast sympathiser, working for the Berk PD, with connections to the Outcasts and the late Drago Bludvist, the latter through other operatives.

If successful, those concerned will be considered a fully-fledged operative of the DDIS.

Use every method necessary to complete this evaluation. If failure occurs, the suspect listed will be detained for interrogation and those concerned will have to attempt an alternative evaluation.

Good luck.

Once he had finished reading, Hiccup stood up, stepped over to the woman and held out the file.

"So essentially take things slow?"

She made no move to take back the file. "Yes. You have an idea of how you'll manage this?"

Hiccup nodded. "I'll be going to the Great Hall tonight."

"Good," she said. "We'll be in touch when we're done."

Parting ways then, Hiccup approached Bekker, who had been sitting two tables in front of Hiccup's table.

He passed her the file. "Hold onto this like your life depends on it. On an unrelated note, how good are your negotiation skills? I'd like to hire you as a liaison."

Bekker squinted at him. "My skills are probably terrible, considering I've never been a liaison before."

"Well you've never made anyone not want to talk to you for years on end, have you?"

"No…? Why do I have a feeling that you've done that?"

"Because I have done that. Mr and Mrs No-Name. Parents of Adam No-Name. They blame me for his death."

Bekker looked towards the street, at the passing traffic. "I've been there…" she murmured.

"Karl's parents are also not on speaking terms with you?"

A nod was her response. "I don't think I can help you…"

"You can, because they don't know you," Hiccup countered, "Pretend we've never met. You can do it, I believe in you."

"Wouldn't things go better if we didn't lie to these people? I mean if we did and they found out, they'd probably hate you all the more."

"That is true, but I feel like you're trying to avoid this thing as well."

Bekker groaned. "Of course you noticed. Fine, I'll do this thing if you come as well."

"Done."

"Good. Now take me back to your place. I want to see what shows you watch, and Toothless of course wouldn't be amiss."

Hiccup laughed. "I see my bud has won you over. Sure, but I've got one thing to take care of first."

…

You want me to organise a thing to resolve a feud?

Hiccup looked from his phone screen to the diminutive old woman, who stood gazing his way with a brow raised.

Yes, I do, though not necessarily by choice. Hiccup typed. It's involving my girlfriend and some friends of mine. In particular, Heather Oswaldottir. She's the one who is declaring a feud on behalf of Astrid Hofferson - my girlfriend. Also, Fishlegs Ingerman is dating her, so that means the Haddocks, Hoffersons, Ingermans and Berserkers are all involved in this.

Gothi's other brow became level with the first as she read the words on her phone screen, then began to respond.

In that case, a neutral third party will have to be decided, either yourself or your father if no one else can be assigned this role. I would also like to talk to everyone else involved about this matter.

"Alright," nodded Hiccup. "I can call Heather and Fishlegs, but Astrid is in hospital and Bob is in police custody, so I'll have to act as liaison for the Hoffersons."

That's fine. Get a representative of the Berserkers and the Ingermans to come here in the meantime, Gothi responded.

"Okay then. One last thing - you wouldn't have happened to have seen Mogadon, would you?"

Gothi shrugged, then began typing again. He may be in his office, but I don't know for sure…

"No problem. I'll go look for him."

So leaving Gothi's office, Hiccup headed for the office used by the head of security at Solvband base.

Fortunately, he was indeed inside his office, as just moments after Hiccup knocked on his door, it opened to reveal Mogadon.

He gazed at Hiccup, then motioned for him to follow, before turning on his heel and stepping back inside his office.

"Two things; Dan Henriksen is an Outcast related to Vorg, which could prove problematic if we ever manage to take him into custody and the Outcasts found out, and I was informed that Mildew will be sent our way tomorrow."

"So good and bad news, basically," murmured Hiccup

"Indeed," nodded Mogadon.

"Regarding Mildew, spread the word about what he did. I want everyone to be able to give him the welcome he deserves."

"Consider it done."

Nodding in thanks, Hiccup then turned and left the room.

After a few hours spent catching up on Better Call Saul with Bekker, he dropped her off at her hotel room that evening.

Then Sigrid, Stoick, Fishlegs, Heather, Gothi and Hiccup each occupied a seat at a table in the Great Hall. Hiccup didn't need to be there but had come along in the hopes of spotting Sven.

There was no sign of him at the current time, but instead, standing next to Bertha was a short stack of a blonde who, when Hiccup had last seen her, had been in a coma.

Glancing at the others present at the table, he noted none were paying attention to him, conversing amongst themselves instead, so he slipped away, approaching Bertha, Cami and Anne, the last of which was concealed by Bertha's massive frame.

Stepping up behind Cami, he placed his hands over her eyes, much to her amusement, which she expressed in the form of a giggle.

"Oh dear, the room has gone dark," he teased. "Bertha, Anne, you two don't mind if I borrow this one? Thanks," said he, then dragged Cami a little ways away without waiting for an answer, but the duo simply smiled and resumed conversation without Cami.

"Stop moving me and take your hands away, Haddock," she retorted without heat, turning to look up at him with a smile once he retracted his hands. "How've you been?"

Hiccup shrugged. "I feel like I should be asking you that. If it isn't too much to ask, uh, what is a coma like?"

"Strange," she replied. "I can't emphasise that enough by the way. But enough about that. What are you guys talking about over there?" she wondered, looking to the table Hiccup had just escaped from.

"An inter-family matter, aka a feud."

Cami blinked at him, looked at the table and blinked again, then blinked at him once more. "Well then."

Hiccup sighed. "My thoughts exactly."

"Yeah… what caused this?"

"Astrid's hearing got damaged and-"

"-And you decided to organise a feud?"

Hiccup shook his head. "No. This was Heather's idea."

More blinks were sent in the general direction of the last female member of the Berserker family. "Wow. Remind me never to get on her bad side."

"Done and done. Now, I have to ask, how good are your befriending skills, still?"

"Going to be rusty. Why?"

"I've got a job, and I require your expertise," said Hiccup before his voice went low. "The target is Sven Fårehyrde."

"Not so silent Sven?" She checked.

"Yup."

"Alright, just who is this job for?"

"The DDIS."

"The-!" Cami leapt forward and embraced him tightly. "You got a job with the DDIS?! How?! You lucky motherfucker, tell me your ways!" She whisper-shouted at him.

"Alright, first step is to have the gods hate you, then join the army, have most of your friends die one by one, get stuck dealing with a crook, have people you know and respect keep secrets from you… let me know when to stop talking, Cami."

"Now would be good, Mr Buzzkill," she deadpanned.

He smirked. "At your service, Cami. Now how do I get close to this guy?"

"First, tell me exactly what they want you to do."

"You should come with me then. They gave me a file with instructions."

Cami nodded. "Okay, lead the way."

In the bedroom of Hiccup's apartment, Cami tossed Hiccup the file upon reading it, who caught it awkwardly. "I don't see why you need me. Just catch him after his shift and offer to pay for a round of any drinks he would like; it's the way to the heart of any Berkian after all."

"And you couldn't have said that back in the Great Hall?"

"I could have," she conceded. "But then I wouldn't be able to see Toothless doing that."

They both then glanced at the feline in question, who had curled up on Hiccup's bed, gazing lazily into the middle distance.

"Good point, well made," Hiccup conceded. "Now to celebrate the fact that you've woken up from your coma, do you want to spend the night here?"

"Yes please."

…

It was around 9 AM the next morning when Mildew was being escorted from the helicopter he had arrived in and along a small stretch of the runway that occupied the space between himself and his escort, forming the threshold of the aircraft hangar ahead.

Staring straight ahead the former Drill Sergeant braced himself for what awaited him there.

No doubt they're all waiting over there to follow and mock me as I walk to the brig, the man mused, eyeing the sizable line of men waiting at the entrance of the hangar.

"Major Meathead," Mogadon introduced, addressing the two Jaeger's who were flanking Mildew. "Head of security for this fine establishment. We'll take it from here, gentlemen."

Neither soldier objected to this but watched as Thuggory and Dogsbreath each grabbed an arm of the prisoner, establishing a vice-like grip of the old man before the duo opted to turn and head back to the helicopter.

As the pair left, the rest of the line of men encircled Mildew, with Hiccup and Fishlegs stepping closer to him than anyone besides Thuggory and Dogsbreath. "Look what we've found here," announced Fishlegs. "A dead man who seems quite lost. Would you agree, friend?"

"He's more than that. This here is a rogue and domestic terrorist. I do believe he's the reason you're in a wheelchair. Am I correct, Lieutenant?"

"Indeed, Captain. That means he's dangerous and not to be trusted. What should we do with him, Major?"

A voice raspy with disuse interjected before Mogadon could reply. "Escort him to the brig, but I will turn a blind eye if you boys decide to rough him up along the way," said Gothi, as she pushed her way into the circle.

"I have no objections to this," said Stoick.

"Nor I," said Gobber.

"Me neither," Dagur, Spitelout and Snotlout chorused.

"Hear hear, the Matriarch has spoken," muttered Mogadon, as a cheer rose up. "However," Mogadon continued when the cheering subsided. "In the interest of fairness that our guest admittedly does not deserve, we shall let him speak. What say you, crook?"

"I think you are all spineless cowards, letting a feeble old mute of a woman give out orders," he sneered. "You should be ashamed."

"The only thing we should be ashamed of," Stoick declared darkly. "Is the fact that you were one of us, once upon a time. We should have cast you off to sea long ago. Take the old fool away, where we can't hear him, nor he hear us."

"Hear, hear," voiced Gobber.

"But first," Hiccup added, "Who has a gun? A knee for a knee; or in the case of my friend - two knees."

"I'll go get one," said Dagur, before promptly running off.

When he returned and handed Fishlegs a SIG Sauer P320, the two gunshots and the resultant pair of ear-splitting screams were cemented in history for good, as nobody was going to forget the shrill noises in a hurry.

Not to mention, everyone present saw fit to record the event on their phones for posterity.

"Fuck you! Fuck all of you!" Mildew howled, now sagging in the grasp of Thuggory and Dogsbreath, who were the only reason he was in a pose remotely like standing.

Sweet music to my ears, thought Fishlegs. "You reap what you sow, Mildew," he added out loud before Hiccup stepped before the man.

"This is for your recent act of terrorism, and for all the people you insulted in times past, only to run like the coward you are. Fuck you, you piece of shit," he snarled, before dealing a punch to the man that knocked his head back, broke his nose and made him stumble, only staying upright because of the grip on his forearms.

"Nice to see your punches are still as powerful as ever, brother," murmured Dagur, as Mildew moaned in pain, blood coating his fingers as he held his hands to his nose.

"Yeah, and it's been a long time coming. He's all yours now," Hiccup said as he turned to Mildew's captors and with a cheer from all involved, the man was dragged away, leaving a trail of blood in his wake on the concrete floor as the circle of military personnel dispersed.

"So what did you, Heather and the others decide to do? Are you going to duel Bob like they did in Viking times?" Hiccup questioned Fishlegs as they headed off together.

"We decided to fine Bob," his friend replied before smirking. "No getting drunk for me, sorry. Thor Bonecrusher won't be making an appearance."

"Except on the softest denizens of Twitter," Hiccup reminded him.

"Yeah, only over there. Anyway, you mind helping me by helping unload this wheelchair and driving to the hospital? I have an appointment to learn to walk with crutches today."

"Say no more, friend. I need to pick up Astrid today anyway, as her doctors wanted to keep her there overnight. So I can kill two birds with one stone."

"Alright. Speaking of girls, Heather will be joining me later. It's her day off and all that. So you don't need to stay and wait for me or anything like that," Fishlegs informed him.

"Good. Let's go and help you to walk again."

…

Kære udstødte. Din leder er død.

Alvin blev dræbt i varetægt efter at være blevet ulovligt tilbageholdt.

Vil du rejse dig for retfærdighed på hans vegne, eller vil du tillade yderligere undertrykkelse på vegne af berkianerne?

Tag stilling til folk som Haddock -familien, de sidste tilbageværende Berserkers og dem, der støtter dem, eller bliv som du er, og lad dem gå over dig.

Husk Alvin.

Husk Savage.

Husk Madguts.

Husk Vorg [1]

"How long has this message been broadcasting?" Ulf Kruse asked, as he stared at the words on the paper before him on his desk.

"Well we noticed it this morning, so my guess would be from today, if not from last night sir," The technician reported to his boss.

"Very well. Continue to monitor the frequency for any other messages with Friis, Magnussen and Høyer. I'll handle speaking to Grimborn," said Ulf.

The technician nodded and left Ulf's office as the man himself snatched up the telephone from its dock on his desk.

"Director of intelligence speaking?"

"Sir, it's Ulf. We've got a situation."

…

[1] Dear Outcasts. Your leader is dead. Alvin was killed in custody after being illegally detained.

Will you rise up for justice on his behalf, or will you allow for further oppression on behalf of the Berkians?

Take a stand against the likes of the Haddock family, the last remaining Berserkers and those who support them, or remain as you are and allow them to walk over you.

Remember Alvin.

Remember Savage.

Remember Madguts.

Remember Vorg.

…

A/N: Well that's not at all ominous, is it?

B/N: Beta-read and approved for publishing by CommanderGreya