"He said what?" Jon asked as the man sitting on the cot, Dagur, slowly ate a bowl of stew. "The what of what?"

"Dagur the Deranged of the Berserker Tribe," Vivian said quietly. The man reacted at his name, looking at them, but went back to his food when they just stared at him. "He continues to claim he rode a dragon into a surprise attack to sacrifice himself for his friends, who also ride dragons, so some dragon hunters didn't get them."

"Sounds like a drug dream," he snorted.

The whole thing sounded familiar to Iris but she couldn't put her finger on it. She sat in the living room, not allowed near the guy now that he was awake, thinking. She stared at the tightly packed bookcase hoping to get a clue. A black and silver book spine caught her attention. Wait a minute.

"Mom," she called as she got up to walk to the bookshelf. "What did he call the dragon he was riding?"

"Shattermaster," Vivian replied. "Why?"

"Can you ask him what kind of dragon it was?"

"Gronkle?" Vivian hesitated. Dagur repeated the word. "He says Gronkle."

"Can you ask him if he's ever seen a Night Fury?" She pulled the book out with a trembling hand and stared at the cover.

"Nattens raseri," he said eagerly. "Ja!"

"Iris what are you getting at?" Jon asked.

She walked into the kitchen, staring at the open page of the book she held. For a second she just stared at it before glancing at Dagur who was looking at her in awe. With a cough she cleared her throat.

"Hiccup watched in horror as traps exploded around his old enemy," she read aloud. "Flames surrounded the man as he continued to ride his ever loyal Gronkle forward setting off more traps. The other Riders watched in horror, unable to move, as the pair was swallowed up in flames and smoke, explosions shaking the very air around them. They were shaken out of their shock as their dragons began to roar in fear for their fellow dragon."

"Dagur, Hiccup cried out. No!" She looked at her now invested audience. "Dad, look at this picture." She flipped through the pages of her book to one scene. "Who does that look like?"

"Wait a minute," Jon said slowly as he looked at the well done drawing of a man to the man sitting up in the cot he was once laying in. "They look exactly the same. Even the tattoos and face scar are the same. The author must have based this character off him."

"All characters and places are a work of fiction," Iris read off the first page. "Any resemblance it a matter of conquincidence." She looked at Dagur. "This is one of hell of a conquincidence eh?"

"That book is from when I was a girl," Vivian said quietly. "It was impossible to find an English version so I asked a friend to translate it for Iris when she was little. Jon."

"Don't say it," he said firmly as he raised his hands in the air. "Don't say it. We left all that suspicious mumbo jumbo when they cut ties with you. Don't say it."

"Magic!"

"Dammit Iris I said don't say it!"

Her Norwegian grandparents were extremely superstitious people who believed in magic. It was one of the few facts she knew about them that her mom shared. Supposedly they had a book of spells that actually worked that had been handed down for generations. Not that she ever got a chance to see it thanks to them cutting family ties. Still it made her wonder if it was true.

"Dad, a guy from a book I grew up reading that Mom grew up reading is sitting in our kitchen in the middle of no where AFTER showing up out of no where falling from the sky. If that's not enough cause for magic to be suspect I don't wanna know where he came from. It must have been the space station cause you already checked on the CB radio if anyone saw any air crafts go by which everyone said no." She grinned. "Magic!"

"Magic?" Dagur hesitated, copying her. She grinned and threw up her arms.

"Magic!" This was way too cool.

"Magic!"

"He gets it!"

"Iris go to your room," Jon said with a sigh as he pinched the bridge of his nose. "You are not helping."

"No way I am totally staying here! He is from my favorite book! Mom quick! Teach me Norweign so I can talk to him!"

"Where was this enthusiam ten yeras ago?" Vivian asked with a raised eyebrow. "Listen to your father. Bed. Now."

Iris grumbled and pouted but both her parents stood firm. She sighed, looked at confused Dagur who glanced between her parents before looking at her as if she had the answer. She pouted again, gave him a little wave he returned eagerly, and sulked off to her little room. This was so not fair. Her parents got to talk to a magic man while she had to go sit in her room. She was going to be way too excited to sleep.