Authors notes:
Hello, and welcome to my first one-shot and short stories series: The Stories We Tell. This is a series that accompanies my other series: Inner Dragon Saga or IDS and will be updated slowly and posted individually as I am writing theses alongside the main book, and will would be posting these stories as further in-depth of unexplored characters and plot in the series that will simply not have the time or place to have. View these as canon, because they are unless strictly pointed otherwise.
(Healers Chaos accompanies chapter 4 of Inner Dragon, and follows Fulla and Gobber when left alone at the healers hut for a day.)
This was an attempt at a crack with some lore thrown in later on, but I'm not sure if I accomplished that. We'll see. Onwards!
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the edited plot, my OC's, and my original dragon species. I also do not own this episode. Only my original scenes.
Healers Chaos - The Stories We Tell
As the riders left with Hiccup in the lead and Snotlout carrying Gothi. Fulla was left with Gobber standing at the healer's hut.
Gobber eyed her nervously. Fiddling with his prosthetic. "So. It's just us now." He paused. "You aren't going to bite my head off, are you?"
"What? No. What makes you think that?" Fulla scoffed. "I have more important things to do than 'bite heads off'. Like sorting through the newest batch of herbs and actually helping people for one."
"Just making sure." Gobber threw his hands in the air.
Fulla rolled her eyes and grumbled something inconceivable, opening the door to Gothi's hut.
Gobber stared nervously at the door as a small ruckus was heard inside. A moment later, Fulla exited with an armful of books and set them on the table with a thump, setting them alongside other small basic concoctions Gothi had previously set out.
"Here are Gothi's most basic and beginner books on healing. If you're going to be with me, I expect you to get it right." She tapped the books sarcastically and huffed.
Seeing Gobber's blank look, Fulla sighed. "Just don't break anything, please. I need to sort herbs. If someone comes in with something, you can't handle. Call. Just call."
With that, the girl disappeared inside the hut.
Gobber stood outside by himself awkwardly, staring at the small mound of books. "This, is going to be a long day." He sighed.
Picking up one of the books, he briefly skimmed it. "Okay. You got this Gobber. Just follow the steps. Listen, diagnose, heal." He grinned, maybe this would be easier than he thought. "Just like riding your first wild yak. Ohh, you never forget your first kick."
Moving to sit down on a stool, it broke beneath his weight. He looked up to the door, briefly wondering if Fulla was going to charge out in rage. Seeing that she didn't, he breathed a sigh of relief. Perhaps she hadn't heard. Either way, he would see it as a blessing from the gods.
"Okay. First sick, nasty viking. Healer Gobber is in the house."
Magnus and Mouseface were the first to arrive. Magnus limping up using an axe as a cane with Mouseface trailing behind in case he fell.
"Magnus, what seems to be the problem?" Gobber asked gleefully.
Mouseface choked a small laugh down as his friend scowled. "The problem?! My leg is caught in an old dragon trap, Gobber."
"Oh, yes, of course it is." Gobber realized. "Ah. I remember my first leg break." Walking over, he kicked his axe away and roughly took the dragon trap and pried it open. Tossing it away the second he got it free.
Magnus screamed in pain as he did so. Mouseface looked on in concern, this didn't really seem like the best method. Nor wasn't how Gothi normally helped the villagers.
Gobber ignored the man's holler as he opened a random jar and looked inside it. "I think this is it." He muttered. Then he tossed its contents onto Magnus's leg. "Let me clean up that wound for you."
"Ahh! Ahh, it burns! It burns!"
Gobber looked on, wide eyed as small fire engulfed Magnus's leg. "Is it supposed to do that?" He questioned, looking at the jar in confusion.
At the sound of shouting, the door burst open with Fulla stomping out. "What in Thor is going on out here?!" She exaggerated. Mouseface looked up in relief. Finally, a real healer. Even if it was the apprentice.
Fulla's eyes widened after seeing the other man's leg on fire. Gobber quickly put it out, the bucket that he used clanging against Magnus's head and knocking him out onto the ground. Mouseface only looked on in shock.
Gobber chuckled nervously at her presence."So. You're back?"
Magnus groaned in pain and cradled his leg. Other Vikings at the stairs looked on in horror. Some slowly backing away and retreating down the step's just as fast as they came.
Fulla fumed. "I gave you a simple task, and this is what happens?! Are you serious?! The man had a broken leg, not a gaping wound!"
She took Magnus's side and motioned for Mouseface to help. "You! Mouseface, right?" Seeing the viking nod, she motioned for him to come over with a swift jerk of her head. "I need your help to lift him up."
As they did so, Fulla glared at Gobber. "I guess this isn't going to work. I'll take over from here."
"Now, listen here lassie." Gobber droned, his prosthetic waving in her face with frustration. "I was asked to help, and I'm going to help. You're not even giving me a chance!"
Fulla set Magnus on a nearby stool. "Hold out your leg." As the man complied with a grunt of pain, she spun to Gobber and growled. "Fine. But you listen to what I say, got it?!"
"Loud and clear." Gobber grinned.
"My foot is still burning." Magnus pointed out dully.
Fulla snapped. "Well, what are you waiting for? Get those bandages over here! Now!" She gestured to the bandages and splint in the corner.
"Oh, right." Gobber grinned nervously.
"I'm telling you; he's not hurt." Fulla frowned. Staring at the annoyed child that sat upon a stool. His mother stood beside him.
"Are you sure?" The woman fretted. "He fell out of a tree. How can he be fine?!"
"I'm fine, mom! I told you a hundred times already. Can we go now? We've been here for years!" The child complained. Kicking his feet back and forth on the stool.
"No! Not until you tell me what you were even thinking, climbing up to the tallest tree in the village! I know we have dragons, but they can't catch everything." The mother snapped. Her eyes widened when she caught a flaw in her sons' statement. "Minutes." The mother hissed. "It has not been years."
The kid just shrugged and kicked his feet some more. Not making eye contact.
Fulla shrugged, ignoring the bickering pair. "I don't know. But he seems fine to me."
Gobber cut in from the corner, having followed the conversation with interest. "I have a way to find out, if you're interested." He directed at the mother and Fulla.
Fulla nodded slowly. "Okay? I don't know what you could possibly think of that's not something that I haven't already thought of already, but please, go ahead and prove me wrong." She sarcastically motioned to the boy with a sweep of her hands.
The mother eyed Gobber oddly as he knelt down next to the seven-year-old and began to ask him questions. Leaning down over to Fulla, she whispered. "What is Gobber even doing here? Does he even know what he's doing?"
Fulla lidded her eyes. "Nope. Not. A clue. Just humor him and maybe this day will end faster."
Gobber stood up from his conversation, facing the mother. "I have concluded, from my in-depth analysis. That he was tricked, by trolls."
Fulla, and the mother stared at him mouth agape. With complete utter seriousness, he continued. "They must have chased him up the tree and he fell out of it when he screamed in terror at the troll's hideous appearance." He finished.
The kid stuck his head from around Gobber's side and shook his head quickly in denial, wide confused eyes darting back to his mother.
"And a trolls looks are enough to scare you off balance?" Fulla drawled. "Or, even better, why chase him up said tree to begin with? Don't they just steal socks?" She teased. She knew the twins had been stealing them for years, the only reason she never told the man was because she knew she could use the information as blackmail against them.
"Hey! They do steal your socks! They've been stealing mine for years! No matter how many traps I set out, they refuse to get caught. Clever little devils, they are." He shook his head when he realized he was straying off topic. "Anyway, I do have an idea behind this case though." He turned to the bewildered kid. "What was your name again, lad?"
"Uh, Lark?" He stuttered.
"Ah, well there's your problem. Your name just isn't hideous enough! Trolls are afraid of those types of names. Just change your name for protection and trolls will stop chasing you. That's my cure." He grinned.
The mother jaw dropped as Gobber turned to her. "How about Boarhair or Smellyboot. Those are scary."
The mother gave a war cry as she reared a fist back and punched the man's shoulder as hard as she could. "I am not calling my son any of those names!" She growled. "His name is perfectly fine as it is!"
"It was just a suggestion!" Gobber cried. "How about Vile, is that better?"
The woman's eye twitched as she visibly restrained herself. Gobber flinched away. Hiding his face behind his prosthetic incase the woman went for his face next.
Fulla facepalmed. She knew Gobber wasn't stupid, but this was ridiculous. She leaned to the scowling mother. "Lark is fine. Just go before he does something even more stupid." She whispered.
The woman huffed and ushered her son out and down the stairs, away from the crazy blacksmith.
"I wonder what her problem was? Those were perfectly reasonable Viking names after all." Gobber rubbed his prosthetic on his hurt shoulder.
Fulla scoffed. "You were insulting her name choice for her son, what is there possibly not to understand?!"
When Gobber stared blankly at her, she slumped. "I give up. It's not worth it."
Gobber examined Erle's foot with a spyglass, Fulla's watchful eye making sure he didn't injure the man.
"Mm-hmm. My official diagnosis is…a thorn." Gobber clicked his tongue as Fulla sighed in frustration. She couldn't wait for this day to be over.
Erle scowled. "Yes, I told you that already!" He gritted out. This was the third time after all, but Gobber had insisted.
"Okay, now you know the problem." Fulla gestured with annoyance, she just wanted Gothi to get back so she could be rid of the man. "Now what?"
"What my mother used to do for me! Don't worry, I'll remove it quickly." Gobber grinned.
Fulla watched suspiciously as Gobber retreated to the pile of random things that Gothi had up here as a lost and found when Vikings forgot their stuff up here. Which was more common than you would think. There was nothing in there he could use, so what was he doing?
Erle perked up. "The thorn!"
"The foot!" Gobber answered and turned around with a large battle axe.
Erle ran out of his seat and down the stairs, the stool tumbling to the ground with a clatter as Fulla jumped up to grab the axe. "Hey! No, no, no, no, no. No. What did we talk about!" She hissed, tossing the axe back into the lost and found.
Gobber frowned and rubbed his hook on his head. "Not to use…violence. Was that it?" He questioned.
"Yes! Exactly! So why are you using an axe? For a thorn!" She yelled.
"To remove the thorn. As I said. It was what my mother used to do for me! Isn't violence always the answer to problems we don't understand?" Gobber argued.
Fulla shook her head, facepalming. "Thor help me." She muttered. "That is not how it works." She grumbled.
Turning to the stairs, she called for the missing viking. "Erle? We can remove that thorn now if you're still interested."
Erle's head peeked up from around the stairs. "My foot isn't getting removed?" He squeaked.
"No. Your foot is fine. It was just a misunderstanding."
"Oh, that's good." Erle slowly moved back to the seat with trepidation.
Fulla turned to Gobber. "Now, this, is how you remove a thorn. Watch and learn."
The next viking puked into his helmet. Fulla winced in disgust. "Don't worry Agnar, we'll get something whipped up for you." Speaking to Gobber, she asked. "Gobber? How's it coming with the broth? Are you done yet?"
She turned to Gobber when she didn't get an answer and spotted him hunched over one of the books. Something smelled awfully foul over there. Going over to investigate, she examined the contents of the cauldron. Nausea whirled up in her throat. The goop was a disgusting shade of green, and she was pretty sure she saw an eyeball in the mixture.
She shuttered in disgust. "Gobber? Why does this look like one of Gothi's poor excuses for a meal?"
She looked at the book he was reading from over his shoulder. Fulla hissed, spying the interior of the book. "That's Gothi's cookbook, yakbrain. Not a medical book! What he's supposed to get is something to soothe his stomach. Like tea, or broth. And where did you even get that?" She swiped it from his hand and studied its pages, making sure he didn't tear it or anything.
"On the floor. I thought you dropped it?" Gobber questioned.
"No. I didn't gra- oh wait. No, maybe I did." She scowled, then tapped her chin. "It was next to all the beginner books, and I must have grabbed it on accident, then dropped it." Fulla realized. Then eyeballed the goop as it made another bubbling plop.
"You know, she's among one of the worst cooks in the village after Astrid, right? I hope you weren't actually going to give that to anyone. It'd probably give the digester food poisoning, unless of course, they have stomachs of iron."
"What? It's not that bad!" Gobber argued. "Here, I'll prove it."
Fulla paled as Gobber took the spoon and took a large spoonful. Bringing it to his lips to take a sip.
"No, no, no - I wouldn't do!" She turned away and heaved. She nearly puked as he took the entire contents of the liquid in his mouth.
He swished it around for a moment before turning the same shade of green as the goop in his mouth.
Fulla cringed as Gobber ran to the deck edge and dumped all the contents in his mouth down the mountain below.
Gobber heaved once more before he rasped. "I think you might be right, lassie. That is nasty. Reminds me of your aunt Valka's meatballs. She could never cook either."
Fulla gave a short chuckle. "While I appreciate the jokes, we need to get back to work. Just put that to the side and I'll get a dragon to give it to the island hunters for boar bait later. Anyway's, I'm going inside to get Agnar an actual cure. Fulla rolled her eyes and went inside to make a pot of broth.
She sighed as she shut the door and rubbed the bridge of her nose. She couldn't rely on anyone, could she? "If you want something done right, do it yourself." She grumbled.
Loud laughter thundered up the stairs, Fulla and Gobber turned in confusion as a large man stepped off the stairs with a Terrible Terror latched onto his leg. Its teeth biting though the legging and into the skin.
"Is that a Terror?!" Fulla eyes widened as she saw it. She rushed over to help the man, but when he held out his hand, she stopped.
"No, lassie. No taking off this Terror. Otherwise, I'll lose this round." Loudcackle smiled.
"Lose this round? Are you crazy?! That dragon's mouth is completely riddled with who knows, what! If you get an infection in that leg, you could lose it!" Fulla cried.
"I doubt it, lassie. This isn't the first time I've done this." The man winked, then giggled as he slapped Gobber on the back with great humor. "Gobber! How are you doing this fine afternoon!"
Gobber cracked a grin. "Fine, Loudcackle. And how are you today? And are you winning your little contest with the Terror, yet?"
Loudcackle grinned. "No. It has been going on for three days straight and I'm not about to give up yet! I'm here because my daughter needs something to hold off the pain of a headache."
Fulla's eye twitched, glancing quickly to the Terror that clung to the man's leg. The Terror's eye met hers with almost humor lighting it. "But- but-" She groaned in exasperation. "I just want to state I disagree with everything happening at this moment in time."
She disappeared into the hut to get the herbs and came back out to hand them off to Loudcackle. "Well let me know when you need something yourself for the pain. I heard Terrible Terror bites stung like a thousand ants." Fulla rolled her eyes. Honestly some people drove her insane. What rational person actually let a dragon bite them for fun?
"Oh, it does." Loudcackle's eye twitched. "But I'm going to win this round, you'll see."
"Have fun." Fulla gave a false smile as the man left.
Frowning, she turned to Gobber. "You're a friend of his, right?"
'"Yes, do you need something?" Gobber inquired.
"Yes, actually. Since he's not going to listen to me, I need you to tell him how stupid he is for doing that!"
Gobber sighed. "I can't tell him what to do, Fulla. But I can give him an advisory."
Fulla nodded her head. "That's good enough."
Fulla watched incredulously as Brittlenut stood next to Kooknutter, the man was missing a boot while Kooknutter watched the sky in a daze.
Brittlenut's youngest son, Snifflenut, sat quietly in the corner with Gobber as the older man entertained him with tricks with a coin behind his ear.
"And he just…swallowed it? He swallowed. A whole strip of leather? Really?" Fulla waved her arms in and out.
Gobber scoffed from the corner. "Somehow I doubt that."
Brittlenut furrowed his brows. "Of course, he did! I saw it with my own two eyes!" He squinted. "Well, my one eye anyway." His clouded eye looked on blankly compared to his rich grey left eye.
Kooknutter grinned, picking through his pockets and then pulled out a large piece of leather. Glee lit up his eyes when he saw it. Bite marks had marred the surface of the leather. "Jerky!"
Brittlenut swiped the piece of leather from the man's hand, much to Kooknutter's disappointment, and shook his head. "You see! I'm telling the truth! He ate leather! And not to mention my boot!" He gestured absurdly to his bare foot, which failed to match his fully booted one on his other side.
Gobber frowned. "Well, I stand corrected. What I would recommend is a good old-fashioned bashing on the head. That outa fix him!"
Brittlenut scoffed. "You don't think we've tried that. We Thorston's know every method available for helping the disturbed, and nothings worked so far. Besides, we're not here for that. I just want to know if he'll be alright." He ranted.
Kooknutter grinned beside him and shook his shoulder. "Yes, dogs! Dogs will rain from the sky!"
"I never said anything about dogs." Brittlenut muttered.
Fulla rolled her eyes and stepped in. "He's fine." She turned to Kooknutter. "You're fine. Everyone's fine, and no one is bashing anyone. And no Thorston methods on my watch!" She spun around to point a finger at Brittlenut who shrugged in response.
Kooknutter stepped over to the edge of the platform and looked down in curiosity.
Snifflenut watched in fascinated interest at Kooknutter as Fulla argued with Brittlenut. "Daddy, Koo'nutter gonna fly!" He jumped up and down and excitedly pointed.
Brittlenut spun in alarm and dashed to grab his arm in concern. "No, Kooknutter." He said softly.
"But it's so pretty…" He whimpered.
"Anyway, he's fine. Just keep him away from tall places and, uh, leather. And he'll be fine." Fulla said.
"My arm is broken." Algid stated. Coming to a stop at the top of the stairs.
Gobber turned around at the sight of the man and frowned.
Fulla noticed and addressed the man. "Well sit down, and we'll have a look at it. Gobber?" She turned to the frowning blacksmith. "Will you get me the bandages and splints again? I'm sure you can figure out where those are since you've gotten them multiple times now."
Gobber put his foot down and huffed coldly. "Fine."
Fulla stared after the man in confusion. He was usually happy to help. Annoyingly so. But this was different. It wasn't like Yakheart, where he simply had an annoyed grudge against him. This was…colder. More like an ignored hatred than anything else.
Which was odd, because she didn't think Gobber even capable of those emotions. He was a very easy-going man and was actually very hard to get on his bad side.
Assuming she got that read right because she was terrible with emotions. One time she had a patient crying from laughter and she had honestly thought it was genuine bawling for a solid twenty minutes.
Gobber exited the building, still scowling. Tossing the bandages at her feet. "Here you go."
Algid sighed and sat quietly in his spot. "Just get it over with."
Fulla frowned but complied. She wasn't close to Algid in any manner. All she knew the man had been a former councilman of Berk some twenty-one years ago before Stoick had him booted for a reason, she wasn't aware of.
A few minutes later, she set the bone and placed the splint and bandages in the proper position. Algid nodded his head in thanks and left.
Gobber huffed and turned back to whatever he was doing before, muttering under his breath.
Fulla frowned. "Gobber?"
Gobber turned around. "Yes, lassie?"
"Why do you hate him so much?"
Gobber scoffed. "Hate?" He laughed. "No one said hate, lassie."
Fulla lidded her eyes. "You weren't willing to help him. You were completely cold towards him. You side eyed him the entire time. Completely, unlike you. Don't you dare call me stupid or blame my inability to read emotions. I can't read emotions, but I can read actions!"
Gobber sighed. "It's not hate, really. More of a distaste for a past action of his that affected the future of the entire village." He paused to collect his thoughts.
"He did something to Stoick and Valka." He said slowly. "About twenty-one years ago that had the entire village permanently turn against him and most of the other council members of the day, except Heyral and Beldam. They voted against it. But no one likes to talk about it. It's just too awkward and distressing for everyone involved. Actually, there were suspicions that Mildew was involved as well, but no one could prove it." He stated grimly. "The only reason Algid isn't utterly hated by the village is because we can tell he regretted it and admitted to his faults."
At Fulla's inquisitive gaze, he elaborated.
"The councilmen against Stoick went to go complete a deal for Berk against Stoick's permission. They lied in Stoick's name and Stoick was forced to continue the deal against his will because if he went back on it, it could mean war on Berk and certain destruction. All the councilmen against Stoick participated except Algid. He backed out last minute and told Stoick and Valka. Unfortunately, it was too late to stop them."
Gobber took a deep breath before continuing. "He also confessed to bribery from someone. Unfortunately, he would never say who from. The others were outcasted immediately for acting against the chief among other reasons. The tribe couldn't have members that untruthful on the council because it can become a threat. So, off to Outcast Island they went."
Gobber scratched his head with his hook. "Or, wherever else they may have ended up. A few months later, the charge of bribery was officially added to their existing charges when proof was found in their huts with coin."
Silence filled the hut deck for a few minutes as Fulla digested the information. Which was interesting, but overall didn't concern her life as of current. However, considering the fact it was somewhat related to her uncle and late aunt did have her concerned.
Stoick was by far, her favorite uncle. With her father's side of the family, most of them were jerks and didn't bother too much with each other. Her mother's side, the Haddock's, were much more friendly and caring about one another, even if they showed it terribly. If something concerned them. It concerned her. But there was nothing her could do about it now. Best to get back to work.
"Okay." She shook her head. "Hey, finish sorting those jars, will you?"
Gobber nodded and went back to sorting.
Seeing Gothi's return in the distance was a massive relief and weight of of her shoulders. She sighed, maybe now she could sort those herbs.
Walking down the stairs to meet the others in the village was a long process, but she and Gobber managed.
The group of riders stood outside the forge and discussing something. She heard only bits and pieces as she approached.
"So, now what?" Fishlegs asked.
"Well, for starters, we get the Dragon Eye from my hut and see if we can't get it working." Hiccup responded.
"So! You kids are back! Did you find what you were looking for?" Gobber threw his hands in the air dramatically, exaggerating his movements.
Hiccup started. "We got the tooth. I'm just going to go to my hut to get the Dragon Eye. Everyone else, wait here." He spoke.
There was something in his eye when he turned their way that Fulla didn't like. It seemed…haunted. But as soon as the look crossed his eyes, it was gone. After helping Gothi down from Toothless's back and giving a quick greeting to herself and Gobber, he mounted again and took off to his hut.
Fulla shrugged. Maybe it was a trick of the light.
Spying Snotlout, she grinned. Maybe now was a good time to pick on her brother. She addressed him with a raised brow. "And so, I see you're not dead. That must count for something."
Snotlout lidded his eyes. "Haha. Very funny, Fulla. I cannot express to you the number of times I actually almost died." He raised his hand by the time he was done, still caught in the adrenaline.
"Ooh. I could!" Tuffnut waved his hand eagerly. "Let me see. There was the time you got nearly shot at by the Snow Wraith."
"Got dumped in a snow pile." Ruffnut added.
"Nearly crushed to death in a cave in." Tuffnut inputted.
"Which he caused." Astrid added. Twirling her axe.
"Okay, so maybe you can count, so what? I still nearly died." Snotlout crossed his arms and muttered something inconceivable under his breath.
Fulla cackled. "That sounded fun to watch. I'm sad I missed out on it."
Turning to the twins, she addressed them. "Hey, Thorston's." The twins turned to her in intrigue. "Your dad came in today with Kooknutter, he ate leather or something. Keep an eye on him, would you? The last thing I want is for him to come in with a nail in his stomach."
At the twin's nod, she caught a mischievous light in their eyes that she didn't trust. Not for a heartbeat. "And if he does, I might just shove a nail down your stomach instead! Or maybe your eyes first..."
Seeing the twins gulp and furiously nod their head, she couldn't help but give an evil grin. The twins didn't listen to much of anyone, but she was one of the few people that actually scared them.
Probably because the last time she was pranked by them, she hunted them down and taught them a lesson they wouldn't soon forget. She had actually managed to get them to apologize. A hard feat to accomplish.
Hearing flapping of wings, she turned her head to see Hiccup and Toothless had finally returned with the so-called Dragon Eye. "I Got it."
Gobber perked up at the sight of the device as with the rest of the riders and medics. Seeing the tooth in Hiccup's hand, Gobber requested to see it. "Hiccup, can I see that tooth? I want to compare it to my collection of dragon teeth to see if there were any similar ones."
"Okay." Hiccup gave the tooth to the older man and walked up to the forge, Fulla and every other person following them.
A few minutes later, Gobber came back from around the forge. "Nope. I don't have any like this one."
Hiccup chuckled. "So, Gobber? How was being Fulla's co-healer for a day?"
"Oh, terrible. Do you know how much that girl shouts when you do the teensiest bit wrong?"
Fulla twitched. "Well maybe that was because you suggested that an axe , would be good to fix a man's foot from a thorn . A thorn, I tell you!" She practically hissed with her arms crossed.
Gothi scowled and hit the blacksmith upside the head with her staff. "What? It's a perfectly reasonable viking method, it was my mother's go too option!" He defended.
"Well maybe for battlefield medicine in a dire situation." Fulla muttered.
"Was that how you lost your hand and leg?" Snotlout inquired with a sly grin.
"Eh. I'm not telling you that." Gobber stated awkwardly. "But I can tell you that she sure tried." He laughed. "She never actually succeeded though. I always ran before she could get that far."
The rest of the riders and Fulla stared, mortified.
"Your mother was psychotic." Snotlout stated bluntly, wide eyed.
Astrid slowly nodded, silently agreeing with Snotlout's assessment.
"And crazy. Our kind of crazy!" Tuffnut grinned. "Too bad we can't meet her. Cause she's dead."
"And imagine all the cool axes and weapons she must have had for the job." Ruffnut cackled.
Gobber scowled. "Yes, and thank you for that reminder. It's just every persons dream to be reminded of their mother's death."
"No, problaimo." Tuffnut said.
"Anyway! Enough about…psychotic, mothers and back to the Dragon Eye please! I'm sure Gobber's mother was…perfectly…reasonable." Hiccup hesitated. "In her own, little world, anyway."
"Thank you, Hiccup. I can always count on my apprentice."
Gothi rolled her eyes and motioned for Fulla to come with her. Fulla followed obediently.
Arriving back at the hut, Gothi went to her sand box and wrote a message, Fulla came over to read the message. 'So. How was he really?'
Fulla grinned sardonically. "Oh, absolutely terrible. Never, ever. Leave him with me again. I could've done a much better job without him."
Gothi nodded and looked to the mess that was the healers hut and sighed without words. Gobber had made a mess, and this would take a while to clean up. Handing the broom to Fulla, she motioned to the mess with a small smirk.
Fulla's face fell. "You mean to tell me that you left him with me as a joke?"
Gothi's head cleverly nodded, a small smirk on her face. Fulla sighed. "Only you and only you, Gothi. Can get away with that. The twins would have already had a pyre prepared for them."
Authors Notes 2:
Anyone who has played School of Dragons (before it shut down) may have recognized the name of Heyral, the Headmaster of the School of Dragons. As a minor spoiler. I plan on taking some characters from the game and repurposing them here in IDS.