A/N: Hey! So I'm just gonna also say in here, I changed my name to Artwing7. :)

Sorry for the wait and any spelling errors I missed.

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Chapter 9: Windshear

(Heather POV)

Water pours from my lungs.

"Where is Tye!" Stoick shouts getting to his feet and looking around for the healer. My vision is spinning and my head is pulsing. "TYE!" Stoick roars his voice is muffled. I'm drowning! I can't breathe. I finally find my family, my birth family and now I'm going to die. Frustration rushes in merging with the panic.

Hands press against my ribs suddenly, pushing me back onto the cot and press. My ribs groan in protest but the water stuck in my lungs is released into my throat. I cough spilling the liquid towards the floor.

My vision clears and the hands draw back muffled voices shouting at each other but I don't try to understand what they're saying. When my lungs have released all the water and I'm dry heaving and my throat aches my vision slowly returns to normal. My hearing resumes normal speeds and sound and I let out a shaky breath.

I'm leaning left both hands pressed against the ground. With low groan I slowly turn forward again sitting up. Stoick and Tye stand over me, the chief's eyebrows touching. Tye lets out a breath and meets my gaze, "You should be good now, just take it easy." She commands and pats my upper arm before wandering off.

"W...what happened?" I croak staring up at Stoick wiping water from my mouth with the back of my hand.

Stoick's hands twitch like he wants to reach out towards me but he doesn't. "Tye says that your body took in a lot of water when you nearly drowned and you didn't get it all out until now." Stoick explains.

I nod and look up at my father. My father.

The words seem odd. My brain can't wrap around it. I've been by myself for fifteen years...suddenly having a family is both amazing and feels me with panic. What if they don't like me and send me away?

"Heather," Stoick says gently, trying to regain my attention. I look up at him meeting his eyes. Green, like mine. "Do you think you can walk?" He asks. I give a tired nod and push up with my hands stumbling to my feet slightly. I nearly fall flat on my face and Stoick's hands wrap around my shoulder pushing me upright.

"Thanks." I say and bite my lip slightly. The word 'dad' lingers on my tongue but I swallow it. I don't know if he likes to be addressed as father or dad or just his name. My step parents took their first name and nothing else.

Stoick draws his hands back and starts to move forward. Where he plans on going I don't know but I'm more than happy to leave the Great Hall. It's filled with people and it's making my insides squirm.

"Where have you been. I looked everywhere for you when you were taken by a babe." Stoick says and looks back at me. Taken. I was kidnapped? My mother didn't drop me off on the shore of Tijina because she didn't want me.

A feeling builds up inside me I haven't felt for so long it's foreign.

Hope.

"I-I was on Tijina." I say answering Stoick's earlier question. He pushes open the Great Hall's door and gestures for me to walk through it. I do so and he moves after me.

"Tijina." Stoick mutters darkly under his breath. "They'll learn it was foolish of them to take my child." Stoick growls under his breath and I bite my upper lip staring at the man. My mother has passed on Stoick said 'she was my wife' not is. I never even knew her.

The thought upsets me slightly but I don't mention anything looking at Stoick as he moves through the village heading for one of the still intact houses. "The Hofferson's are staying with us until we get most of the village rebuilt but you'll be staying here." Stoick says and gestures towards the house.

We scale a small hill and my leg aches but I mention nothing the bubbling worry digging through my veins taking control of all my thoughts. I suck in a breath and then release it. Stoick steps into the building and I follow after him. A fire is burning in the center merrily and there's a staircase on my left leading towards a loft the house is ridiculously clean with most of the weapons stuffed on the right corner.

"Sit, I want to know where you've been doing." Stoick commands and gestures towards the bench next to the table. I sit stiffly and Stoick sits down on a chair looking eager, like a child at Snoggletog.

Silence follows.

I'm not exactly sure how to explain it. The whole I was an outcast my entire life and everyone on the island hated me and most of them were more than happy to tease and bully me. I'm sure that will go over extremely well.

"Sir, what happened to your island?" I ask hesitantly. If I play it right, I won't have to answer anything.

Stoick's gaze flashes with multiple things, anger, frustration, hate though it lingers on panic and sadness mashed together. "Berserk attacked us." He answers his fingers curling into fists, "They wiped out nearly our entire fleet leaving only a few fish boats. They had a new ally, they were stronger than we were." Stoick says and rubs his beard for a moment.

I bring my right leg up towards the bench and rub the injured area subtly. Astrid mentioned a heir...do I have a sibling? "They took your heir." I comment and Stoick looks up at me.

"How do you know that?" He demands and I glance towards the door for a moment.

"Astrid told me." I answer and he nods.

"Yes. My son-your brother, Hiccup." He says and lets out a warry sigh suddenly looking so much older than he is.

My brother.

I have a sibling!

I look up at Stoick, they took Hiccup...I was so close to having my full family and they ripped it from my grasp! I let out a long breath looking up at Stoick again, "Where do you think he is?"

000o000

"Can't sleep?" The voice pulls me from my scattered thoughts and I look up towards the figure as they move towards me. I look up at him. Stoick moves towards me and I give a soft shrug before returning to staring forward.

Berk is dark and only a few patrols are wandering through the streets giving a source of light. The air still smells thickly of smoke and the sea. The waves lap against the island creating soft crashes into the burned docks and the ground is cold stiff and has a distinct feel of rough.

I'm watching Berk from the hill next to Stoick's house trying to clear my thoughts. Dinner had gone by quickly where the Hofferson's joined us before we grouped together and sleeping arrangements were made.

I couldn't rest. My mind is a blur of thoughts whirring by too fast for me to return to sleep.

I slipped out the window and have been trying to clear them for about two or three hours. It's maybe two or three in the morning. I'm not exactly sure. Stoick being my father is slowly settling in.

Stoick sits down next to me and there's silence for several long moments, "What's nagging at ya?" He asks and I look up at him. He's been trying to get me to talk all day, like he wants me to pour out my entire life story to him in one breath. I can't...I just don't trust him enough yet.

I give another sigh before rubbing my upper arms, "I'm just accepting everything. I wish I could've met Hiccup." I admit quietly. Seen him, he's my brother. And as I recently learned my twin brother. We're twins! How have I never heard of my own family's island before?

Stoick nods and looks forward, "Aye, Berserk will pay for the treachery thev'e done against us."

There's a long pause of silence.

"When you and Hiccup were born," Stoick begins in a soft voice, I look up towards him the endless fiddling of my fingers coming to a close. "Both me and your mother feared you wouldn't make it. Hiccup wouldn't stop shaking and crying out, he was sickly and the healers told us he wouldn't last the night but your mother refused to separate you two. And when you two were together, you took Hiccup into your arms and held him tight. He didn't cry the rest of the night." Stoick finishes and looks down at me, "It was the last time I ever saw you until now."

I was kidnapped a few days after my birth!?

I look up towards him and open my mouth to respond when a thump sounds behind both of us. I tense before looking back my spine going rigid. Stoick echoes me and sucks in a breath before getting to his feet and drawing his sword slowly.

The Razorwhip watches his hands move and hisses lowly.

I watch it for several seconds, why does this dragon seem so...familiar. It's a dragon not a person-oh, no! No, no, no, no, no,no!

It's the Razorwhip.

The on I released on Tijina, the one I felt the pain with.

The dragon.

If Stoick hurts it it'll hurt me to. I leap to my feet and stare at the chief, "Heather, get back to the house." He commands calmly. Fire is ignited in his eyes however.

"No, Stoick wait-" I start the words tumbling from my mouth and merging as a long stuttering mixture of sounds.

"Heather," Stoick says and draws the sword pointing it out towards the green eyed dragon.

The Razorwhip hisses and snaps its tail out several of the long shards poking towards the sky. Panic swirls through my insides and Stoick rushes forward with a war cry. The Razorwhip gives a low growl before rearing up to meet the large Viking chief.

Before my brain fully connects my legs to it, I throw myself forward between the two species, this could end my life, I'm fully aware of that well Stoick wouldn't hurt me the Razorwhip is a dragon. A sworn enemy of Vikings.

Stoick comes to a skidding halt, "Heather!" He cries in frustration, "Get out of the way." He commands his voice firm. He looks down at me and I'm once again reminded by just how much he towers over me.

I hear the Razorwhip come come down onto all it's legs again. "No, you don't understand-" I try again.

"Heather, I've had enough of this." He says and looks towards the dragon again the hold on his sword tightening.

The Razorwhip growls lowly before a gust of air puffs up behind me. My heart leaps into my throat suddenly as I'm ripped from solid ground and thrown into the air. The Razorwhip's claws tighten around my shoulders and I let out a long scream.

"HEATHER!" Stoick shouts and I look back at him and the ground quickly disappearing beneath my feet.

My throat runs dry.

Another scream escapes my throat as the Razorwhip gains air.

000o000

(Hiccup POV)

The prison is dark, damp, cold and smells oddly of rotting feet.

It's about ten feet in every direction and no amount of pushing, shoving, or aggressively glaring budges the door in the slightest.

My head pulses behind my skull like being split down the middle then ripped apart for good measure. I don't know exactly how long it's been since my capture and where I am exactly. For all I know we could still be on a boat but I highly doubt that. The ground hasn't rocked beneath my feet but without my sight, it's impossible to my exact location.

I have absolutely no idea where I am.

It's driving me mad.

"Oi! Useless!" The voice draws me from my thoughts and I don't shift my position. I'm currently leaning against a wall my legs tucked in close to my chest as I rest my head on my knees. I've been sitting like this for a long time and my legs went numb a while ago.

"I know you're awake." The voice persists. I place it in a heartbeat a very unwilling heartbeat.

Torunn.

I lift my head not bothering to pretend to look in his direction. "What a fine observation." I say sarcastically before returning to my previous position. I've let myself slip into defeat, the chances of my father coming after me are slim extremely slim. Snotlout is heir and they'll probably have to rebuild and the time it would take to rebuild a fleet big enough would be roughly a month.

It's also nearing winter which doesn't help the situation in the slightest. It's going to be a long few months.

The cell door creaks but I still don't shift the pulsing ache behind my head is enough to keep me firmly rooted. "Get up." Torunn commands and grabs my forearm dragging me to my feet. I bite back a thin cry of pain as my headache increases at the sudden movement.

Torunn grabs my arms and slaps a pair of shackles onto each wrist before shoving me forward. As if the chains are needed. I'm not going very far. I stumble as exit the cell but manage to regain my balance. "What do you want?" I hiss exasperation running through me.

Torunn keeps one hand firmly on my shoulder as he steers me through and to wherever he has in mind, "Your little dragon friend needs some persuading." Torunn answers leaning in close to my ear.

I still.

My thoughts skid to a halt.

I blink several times.

No.

No, no, no, no, no!

They have Toothless!?

Torunn gives my shoulder a hard shove and I stagger forward a few steps, "I-I don't know what you're talking about." I say clenching my fists. Maybe if I play dumb they'll let Toothless go. I inwardly kick at the thought, of course they won't. Toothless is a Night Fury. The only way they're letting him go is if it's to death.

"Drop the act. You trained the stupid thing. It isn't cooperating, eating or doing anything but sitting there. Dagur suggests that we give it a little encouragement." Torunn says and I squeeze my eyes shut at that. I disagree with that plan.

"You have me, that's what you wanted right? Let Too-the Night Fury go." I say correcting myself mid sentence.

Torunn lets out a laugh, "Not a chance."

000o000

(Dagur POV)

Step, snarl. Repeat.

This is going nowhere!

I let out a long annoyed breath as I throw myself backwards to avoid the Night Fury's teeth ripping apart my fingers. Even with a muzzle the dragon is working wonders. Why won't the stupid thing just listen to me? If Hiccup blind runt he is can control it without so much as lifting a finger, why can't I?

The Night Fury gives another low growl glaring at me through slitted eyes. "Respect me," I growl through clenched teeth pointing my axe out at the dragon, "'else I'll wear you as a hat."

The Night Fury continues to stare. The dragon's been in our possession for about three days now and so far has refused to do anything but wither plants with its glare. It's chained around its left foreleg at the edge of the cell and around it's neck. Unmovable but still deadly.

We should reach Berserk by late tonight or early tomorrow morning then we can really get this conquering going. Two pairs of footsteps ring through the hallway of the cell block and I look up as I hear Hiccup and Torunn's voices. The dragon hunters hanging around jump into alert and I roll my eyes softly.

"Torunn, I really think this is a bad idea, Night Furies are deadly. You really should just let it go before it takes someone's hand off." Hiccup says announcing his presence. Oh, so Torunn was right that he'd be awake by now.

The axe over the head was a little more heavy than it should've been. Oh well, he's not dead.

"We're not letting the dragon go." Torunn says, he sounds irritated.

The two move into view. The dragons snarls lesson slightly as they move into his field of vision before he begins to fight against the chains. His struggles cause both teens to lift their heads and Hiccup stills.

Annnnd there it is. "Well, don't be shy Hiccup. Calm it down enough that we can get somewhere." I command and move towards the cell door I shove the key into the lock and open the door moving out of it. Torunn releases Hiccup's shoulders and shoves the teen forward. He stumbles over his feet and nearly face plants without his hands to steady him.

Manacled behind his back, I give Torunn an impressed look. Hiccup probably would've freed the dragon had his hands been of free use.

Hiccup sits there for a moment before his blind eyes land on Toothless perfectly and Hiccup staggers towards the dragon looking disoriented. He falls to his knees in front of the Night Fury looking at ease.

Instead of trying to rip his head off like I half expect the dragon to react it bows its head and Hiccup murmurs something to it. My jaw falls slack slightly. "How is are you doing that?" I ask moving towards the cell door. The Night Fury looks up at me and snarls. Hiccup turns his head in my direction blind eyes boring into mine.

I take a step back shaking my head slightly. Torunn snickers slightly, "You're afraid of the dragon, Dagur?" he asks giving me a half glance. No. I'm not it's not that it's just I'll never be used to how it looks.

"I'm not afraid of the Night Fury." I say and give a soft roll of my eyes. "Well, that was fun, you two," I say and turn my gaze towards the dragon hunters sitting uselessly in the corner. "Take Hiccup back to his cell, we'll make docking on Berserk soon."

The two hunters move forward and I step back Torunn doing the same, the two step into the cell and Hiccup's entire spine goes rigid the Night Fury letting out a long snarl. "Toothless you need to calm down," Hiccup says his voice is quiet but I manage to catch it.

Toothless.

That thing is not toothless.

A dragon hunter grabs Hiccup's forearm and he twitches but gives no other indication of discomfort. The Night Fury, Toothless however starts to fight against the chains more aggressively. The dragon hunter drags Hiccup to his feet. "It'll be okay, I'll get us out of this, I promise." Hiccup says his tone urgent.

"It's not going anywhere and neither are you." I assure. The dragon hunters drag the teen from the cell and he suddenly looks his age instead of years older. He's what, fifteen? Sixteen maybe. Hiccup turns his head back to look at his dragon probably but his gaze lands on mine. His shoulders slump, he knows I'm right.

The dragon snarls.

The hunters drag the Haddock off.

Torunn snickers but I remain slightly frozen.

I shake my head, but that doesn't rid the feeling of sudden doubt running through my mind.

A/N: I'll try and update again this week. :) Please review!