It had been a week since Henrik arrived, most of his time was spent so far teaching the small group of people who followed him religiously about dragons. He taught them everything except how to speak Dragonese, and ride them. That wasn't part of the contract they had between them. Henrik taught them likes, dislikes, abilities, and stats so far. Each day brought something new for their lesson. In Henrik's eyes, they couldn't have peace with them if they didn't understand them. In all this time too, Henrik hadn't had the chance to get to the forge to work on some of his ideas for Toothless's tail. Every day seemed to start the same way with Henrik waking up with Emma, them eating together with their two dragons, and then the group of students he had would come out of the hall and over to where he was.

The rest of the Tribe was still hesitant about him, hard to trust a guy who showed up out the blue riding the most elusive dragon known to Vikings and admitted to living in a nest full of dragons. But, some could admit that it was pretty cool they hadn't had a raid since the guy arrived. Whatever he said to the dragons had worked and they were staying clear of Berk, well, dragons were still around and just not raiding. Today they had a late start because Emma wasn't feeling well, when the group came out of the hall they were able to see Emma curled up in Henrik's arms and whimpering.

"Is she okay?" Valka asked.

"Just not feeling well this morning. Been up since 4 am," Henrik replied while leaning against a tree that was behind him.

"My belly hurts papa..." Emma cried.

"Try to rest my little one. That's why my Dad used to tell me when I was sick, water and sleep." Henrik smiled down at her.

"Gothi might have something that can help her?" Astrid offered.

"Gothi?" Henrik questioned.

"Oh, she's our village elder and healer. She doesn't talk but her cures are amazing," Hilda told him now.

"I already made something for her, it'll just take a little time to take effect," Henrik informed.

"You know that kind of stuff?" Valka blinked a little.

"Of course. Got a book full of them," Henrik answered holding up the one sitting beside him, "Probably different from yours, but they work."

"Papa...I can't sleep," Emma whined.

"What if I do what Mama used to do?" Henrik asked as Emma nodded her head once. Henrik got up from the ground still holding her and rubbed her back swaying a bit. "The sky is dark and the hills are white as the Storm King speeds from the North tonight. And this is the song, the Storm King sings, as over the world his cloak he flings." slight pause as Emma began to close her heavy eyes, "Sleep, sleep. Little one, sleep. He rustles his wings and gruffly sings...Sleep, little one, sleep." After that, Emma was fast asleep against his chest. Stingwhip and Toothless worked together to set up her sleep pad and pillow. Henrik laid her down on it and then covered her up before kissing her forehead.

"I know that lullaby. I sang it to Hilda many times. Did your mother used to sing it to you?" Valka asked smiling lightly.

"I want to say she did, I remember her singing it to me...I just don't remember her." Henrik admitted.

"What do you mean?" Astrid asked.

"I don't remember my Mom, just a few very distant and foggy memories from when I was a baby. My Dad told me that when he found me, I was a little over a year old." Henrik stated.

"Wait, found you? Were you adopted?" Ruffnut asked.

"I guess so. It's my belief that my parents either abandoned me or passed away and the man who found me, took me in and raised me as his own among the dragons." Henrik told them, "I'm not even sure if Henrik is my real name, that's just what Dad called me."

"Do you have any clues about where he found you, something that could lead you back home?" Astrid inquired.

"Not really. All I was told was the Cloud Jumper brought me to him and told him that when he found me I was alone and would have died if left where he took me from. Dad says that Cloud Jumper saved my life and I still grew up a pretty happy kid so I never wondered about it. My father told me about it all when I was thirteen...and then he died two years later, a month after my daughter was born." Henrik shrugged.

"You poor dear. Were you ever told if it was from a village or did he just find you alone some place?" Valka asked.

"All I was told was that Cloud Jumper took me from a Viking village where I was alone in an unsafe building and would have died if he left me there. My father's dying words were for me to carry out his work of spreading peace and to hopefully find my real parents and where I came from," Henrik stated.

"Well, we'll help you all we can, Henrik. Since your little one is sick, we can skip today's lessons. Perhaps you'd like a tour of the island? I know you said you wanted to see the forge," Gobber offered.

"Can't do a tour, he has to stay with his daughter." Bearlegs reminded.

"No, it's fine. The medicine I gave her will have her sleeping for at least three hours. Toothless and Stingwhip can watch her, they'll let me know if something happened." Henrik stated.

"You leave her alone with them?" Hilda asked.

"Of course, they'd sooner die than let harm befall her and they've told me that. Don't worry, she's good." Henrik sighed some.

"Well, wonderful then. Come, a tour is in order!" Gobber told him. Henrik watched the dragons curl around Emma as he headed off with the group. "Since we're up here, you can see everything," he added.

"Yep. That house right there is Stoick and Valka's," Spitelout motioned to it as Henrik looked up and down, then turned to see the whole village before him just down the hill. "Then right over here is the Great Hall," the man smiled.

"That house over there that sits a little higher up is Gothi's, the woman never talks and uses the old runes to speak. Gobber is the only one who can translate them," Hilda said with a smile.

"Old runes? You mean these?" Henrik asked as he crouched a bit and drew a few symbols in the dirt.

"The village is beautiful." Gobber translated, "I'm impressed!" the man exclaimed now.

"My father taught them to me when I was about seven along with learning to read and write," Henrik smiled a bit.

"Seems like he taught you a little of everything," Stoick mentioned.

"He did his best," Henrik replied as the tour continued for the next hour or so, showing him everything they could and finally ending at the forge. They actually saw the excitement on his face when he saw it, "It looks just like the one I have,"

"Well, here she is. I live on the second floor of it. So, I know I'm curious about the weapon of yours. How in the name of Odin do you get it to catch fire?" Gobber asked quickly.

"Hm? Oh, you mean Inferno?" Henrik asked as the man nodded his head. "It's covered in Monstrous Nightmare gel when it comes out and then sparks," he explained taking it off his hip and letting the blade out and encased with flames.

"Woah, it's so cool. But why isn't it like, a real sword. It just looks like an outline of one?" Tuffnut asked.

"Well, on the first models I made of it, I couldn't get the whole blade on fire. More tinkering led to this, and it's made with a metal stronger and lighter than anything around so far. The pieces retract and slide into one another returning into the handle where it gets covered in the gel that way when it comes out, I hit the lighter and it sparks to his and no matter how hot it burns, the blade won't weaken." Henrik explained.

"How strong and light a metal are we talking?" Snotlout asked.

"Strong enough to cut regular metal with one swing," Henrik smiled.

"No way, nothing it that strong." Hilda rolled her eyes, Henrik faced her now.

"Would you like me to prove it?" he asked as she nodded to him, "Very well, draw your weapon then." Hilda did so and held it out in her stance. "Alright, go ahead. Take a swing at Inferno, as hard as you can." Henrik instructed as the few others backed up, Hilda brought her ax over her shoulders with both hands and swung it at Henrik's flaming sword. To everyone's surprise, the ax went right through it. Everyone stared at the two weapons and then Hilda's ax head split and the top half which ran through Henrik's blade just fell off to the ground. Henrik retracted his blade and shrugged a little. "Told you,"

"M-my ax!" Hilda whimpered a bit.

"In all fairness, you asked for the proof. My sword is made from Gronckle Iron, the whole design involves aspects from other dragons. Like, this side. The mouth opens and releases Zippleback gas which I can spark to make an explosion," he pointed to the side of the handle that had a closed mouth.

"Can you show us?" Astrid asked.

"Sure, mind your distance, though," Henrik said as the backed up a little more and he pressed the button after getting lower to the ground and releasing a small cloud of green gas, then pressed another button to light it as it caught and revealed a small explosion. "Only other thing I made this good is my shield," he smiled motioning to it sitting on his back.

"I was wondering why it was silver instead of wood," Valka asked.

"Its plated in Gronckle Iron to make it stronger and able to hold up against other weapons, as well it has more than just a defensive function," Henrik stated to her.

"Wouldn't the metal on it make it heavier to use?" Ruffnut inquired.

"If it were actual metal, yes. Gronckle Iron is stronger and lighter than regular metal. This thing is lighter than your average shield. If Gobber has one lying around, I can show you the difference." Henrik said, Gobber beamed and rushed into the forge to get one. He returned as Henrik handed Ruffnut the regular shield, and then his own.

"Woah, it really is lighter," Ruffnut exclaimed as it the two shields were passed around for everyone to feel the difference.

"So you said the shield has more than defensive capabilities, what did you mean by that?" Stoick asked.

"Well, it's also a grappling line, catapult, crossbow, and bola launcher," Henrik stated to them.

"How can one shield do all that, I don't see how any of that was built into your shield," Hilda remarked.

"Well, they are all hidden features. To anyone who sees it, yes. It's just a shield covered in shiny metal with a picture of a Night Fury on the front. However, for the grappling line, the center hub contains a retractable hook and cable which can be fired off and hook on to objects or entangle enemies. The catapult, is pretty self explanatory and triggers when anyone but me touches it. It did whack an enemy in the face when they tried to figure out how to activate the features I'd used on them. For the bola launcher, I can load one bola into the center hub and launch it at an enemy. And finally, the crossbow mode." Henrik said as he turned the shield upright so the top faced the sky and they watched it split into four part with a string he could draw back an arrow on.

"That's awesome!" Tuffnut exclaimed with wide eyes.

"I thought so. The center hub swings away and with the sides splitting apart, it creates tension for the bowstring, readying it for use. I can also fire other objects from it. Basically, it's a high-powered slingshot." Henrik smiled.

"I gotta get me one of those," Ruffnut said.

"Sorry, its one of a kind. If I started making them for everyone, well, it wouldn't be special anymore. Few things I've made are my greatest accomplishments. Like...Toothless's saddle, made them when I was eleven by myself. Made the shield when I was fifteen, and I made Inferno when I was seventeen. Little after Emma was born actually," Henrik stated.

"As a blacksmith myself, I totally agree with that!" Gobber interjected, "So the thing I wanna see ya do, is to fix yer dragon's tail. Is it even possible?"

"Anything is possible when you're determined enough. Might take a few tries, but I'll figure something out. Do you mind if I get started? You're welcome to watch," he offered.

"Can the rest of us watch too?" Astrid asked.

"I suppose if you really want too?" Henrik told her, she beamed brightly with a nod.

"I've got some chiefing to do," Stoick said as he then headed off with Valka and the other council members. Now it just left Gobber, Hilda, Snotlout, Astrid, Tuffnut, Ruffnut, and Fishlegs there to watch him attempt to build a working tail for his Night Fury. Henrik entered the forge and started by rummaging through various things to look for what he could use, in this also he had gotten a piece of paper to draw on. It was interesting to the others to watch him work and he certainly did know his way around a forge.

Henrik began by using a piece of leather, he drew out Toothless's tail fin, and then cut it out. More time passed as they watched him inserting thin poles into it, attaching other pieces before holding it up and moving it a few times. "Well, that covers the tail. Unfortunately, it wouldn't move on its own as the right does due to the lack of bones he used to control with the old tail..." Henrik said while going deep into thought now. A total of four hours passed before he finished and in perfect time too because Stingwhip had flown over with Emma on his back right to the forge and Toothless followed on foot.

"Papa! There you are," Emma said, her energy had clearly returned from the big bright smile on her face.

"I was on my way back now. How do you feel?" Henrik asked her as he put down the pieces of the tail and walked over to her in order to check her forehead. "Fever is gone," he smiled as she unclipped herself and jumped into his arms.

"I'm all better!" Emma said happily after he caught her, "Are you fixing Toothy's tail?!" she asked.

"Well, I hope so. Wanna watch me test it out?" Henrik asked her as she nodded her head up and down quickly, Henrik placed her down beside Stingwhip as he whistled for Toothless to come over to him as he held his creation in his arms. "Alright bud, not sure how this is gonna work out but, I gave it my best," he said.

"I trust you," Toothless replied to him, Henrik placed the tail on him and set everything up.

"Give it a shot, Toothless, move the right fin to work the left," Henrik instructed as Toothless looked back at the tail his friend created for him, he lifted his tail and moved the right which controlled the left depending on how much he opened or closed it. "Go on, get up in the sky," he smiled. Toothless crouched low and tucked his wings before darting into the sky and spreading his wings. Toothless was able to fly normally, he could do rolls, flips, spins, and keep his top speed.

"Well, I'll be dragon's uncle...it actually works!" Gobber exclaimed.

"YOU DID IT, PAPA!" Emma exclaimed as she jumped into his arms happily again. Toothless fired a blast in the sky that exploded and dispersed in waves of purple before coming down and landing before Henrik.

"You fixed my tail! It's amazing!" Toothless cheered as he pushed into Henrik to nuzzle him and then lick his face repeatedly.

"Ugh, Toothless, you know that doesn't wash out!" Henrik stated quickly as Toothless pulled back and Henrik tried to wipe it off.

"Come flying!" Toothless invited as he turned slightly for Henrik to get on his back.

"Go, papa! Go flying again!" Emma encouraged him, Henrik grinned as he swung his leg over Toothless's saddle and held the handle.

"HIT THE SKY, TOOTHLESS!" Henrik called out, Toothless shot towards the sky again just as Stoick and Valka were walking over.

"I take it he fixed the tail?" Valka asked.

"I'd say so," Hilda said in response as they looked up and watched Henrik sitting on Toothless and flying around with him. After a few minutes, they saw Henrik lift his legs and crouch on the saddle before standing up and balancing there while Toothless was flying.

"Papa is gonna use his wings, Stingwhip!" Emma said excitedly.

"His what?" they all looked to the three-year-old.

"Papa has his own wings, he made them himself." Emma giggled as they looked up again to see Henrik put his arms out and do a backflip off Toothless and headed straight down with Toothless following him. As they got closer to the ground, Henrik grabbed the loops on his armor by his legs and pulled them revealing two large triangular, leather stitched wings where he was above to go right over them and flying beside Toothless.

"Holy Odin, he really does have wings..." Snotlout blinked.

"YES!" Henrik called out cheering happily. Three or so minutes of this before Toothless got under him and Henrik lowered his arms and landed on his friend's back while he landed and then Henrik jumped off taking the loops off his arms and tucking the wings back into his armor on his legs and rehooking the loops. "Gods I've missed flying..." he sighed out as Emma rushed up to him and he picked her up.

"So can we go back home now?" Emma asked as the others got a little worried. The agreement had been until he could leave, would he still go? Henrik looked at the others and saw the worried faces, did they not want him to leave?

"Well, I think we should stay here a little bit longer, Em. I'm not sure if it's safe to return yet. I'll tell you what, we'll stay another week or so to make sure those mean old hunters have left. If Cloud Jumper or Windstrike doesn't return by then, I'll go check it out myself." Henrik told her. "Besides, we still have to show the Hooligans the fun part of having peace with dragons. You're going to be my big helper with that, right?"

"Can I really!?" Henrik nodded to her, "Okay papa. I don't mind staying a little longer," Emma smiled wide.

"That's my girl. Now, why don't we go get something to eat since you didn't keep your breakfast down this morning." Henrik told her, Emma nodded as she kissed his cheek. Henrik while holding Emma and their dragons headed off back to their spot near the forest edge, the others just watched a little surprised. Henrik had every chance to leave with Toothless's tail fixed and yet, he chose to stay to continue to help them. Astrid wasn't confused, she was thrilled. Henrik was awesome and she wanted to know more about him. It sounded like he'd been through a lot and she wanted to help him as he was helping them.

For Henrik, he don't know what possessed him to decide to stay on this island known as Berk. These people were the reason he had to build Toothless a new tail and here he was teaching them about peace with dragons. Was it the last words of his father that made him decide to stay a little longer? Or perhaps was it that while getting the tour of Berk, he felt an odd sense of familiarity. Henrik couldn't put his finger on it, but something about Berk triggered small flashes from deep within his memory. Certain places triggered flashbacks as if he'd seen it before a very long time ago. Henrik would figure it out later, all he cared about right now was that he and Toothless could fly again!