"Mala we need your help," Hiccup shouted as Toothless landed before the surprised queen. "One of our friends, she's poisoned. We don't know with what."

"Where is she?" Mala asked quickly.

As if on cue Jager thudded onto the ground with a deep growl. Dagur held a battered and unconscious Iris in his arms. Hiccup didn't like the pale look her exposed skin was beneath the injuries and bruises. Behind him he heard Mala gasp.

"What happened to her?" she asked.

She moved to approach Dagur only to stop as an enraged Jager snapped at her. His fangs were inches from her face. Hiccup went to calm the dragon only for Jager to be thrown to the side. Now Enigma stood over him with a snarl. Two large fangs he had never seen before hung in her maw as she shrieked at the cowed male.

"Dragon Hunters," Dagur said emotionlessly. "Queen Mala, I know we have our differences but please. Save my wife. I'll do anything, give you anything. Just save her."

"Bring her to the healers," Mala said.

At her gesture Dagur and Hiccup followed her. More dragons landed behind them. The Berserker Riders had caught up with the ships and followed them when they flew to the Defenders of the Wing. They were anxious about the well being of their chieftess as well as the mental state of their chief.

"There is something you need to know," Hiccup said quietly while Dagur laid Iris on a table. "Iris, she's well, she's. Uh."

"She's pregnant," Dagur said simply. Hiccup sighed but nodded. "If I had known I would have stayed on Berserk. I never would have gone to Vanaheim, Oswald be damned."

"Our healers are some of the best," Mala said gently. "They will cure her and save your unborn child."

A woman walked in, a bowl full of brown tinted water in her hands, and immediately got to work. She began washing Iris' injuries, inspecting and documenting each one. Another woman came in and shooed them all out. She closed the door with a brisk snap.

Dagur stood in front of the door and stared at it. His behavior was nerve wracking. Hiccup expected him to be angry, yelling, throwing and breaking things but instead he was oddly calm. Nothing like the deranged Viking he knew before.

"Let the healers do their work," Mala said gently. "Come. You need rest."

"I need to be here," he said firmly.

"Dagur standing there staring at a door won't do anything," Hiccup tried to reason. "You need to at least talk to your Riders. They need to know what to do. That everything is going to be fine."

"Everything is NOT fine brother," Dagur snarled. He spun around to stare at him with rage in his eyes. "Nothing is fine until I have Krogan's head on a spike! My wife is laying in there, dying, and there is nothing I can do but stand here waiting! So don't tell me everything is going to be fine!"

"Yelling isn't going to fix things," Astrid snapped. Dagur growled at her approach. "Right now Enigma is beating Jager into a Snotlout, your Riders are demanding to know what is going on, and you're not helping. Go fix the things you can now!"

Dagur glared at her as Astrid glared back. They stayed like this until Astrid sighed and rubbed her face. She looked exhausted not that Hiccup could blame her. She had fought against an attack on Berserk, cared for Enigma and Stormfly, flew to find them, and was with them when they went to save Iris from Krogan. The past twenty four hours was nonstop for her.

"She wanted to surprise you. She wanted you to find out what happened with your dad before telling you. Something about you needing closure. So stop blaming yourself."

"If I hadn't," Dagur began.

"The same would have happened later! I'll bet my axe they were waiting for you to leave so they could attack. It was going to happen regardless."

Dagur's shoulder slumped. He looked defeated, tired, scared. Emotions Hiccup never expected to see on his face. He placed his hand on the Berserker's shoulder.

"Come on," Hiccup said quietly. "Let's go talk to your Riders. Jager needs your help as well."

"Alright."

Should you be up this late? Go to bed. Tomorrow you will thank you. Or not. I can't see the future.