There was a fireplace that provided lighting for an animal trainer by day, inventor by night. As Hiccup tinkered with a new gadget he was working on, he was nudged by Toothless.

"Just a second, Bud, I'm almost done," he said, frowning at the item. With a happy smile, he set it down. "Finally!" He petted the jaguar's big head. "Knew I could fix it if I kept at it."

Hiccup's smile faded as a thought occurred to him. Toothless seemed to sense something was on his mind and had that knowing look he often wore with his friend. The large feline lightly pawed him. Sighing, Hiccup slouched in his chair.

"Can everything be fixed, though?" he asked. "Everyone? What Farid's trying to do is great, but I wonder if it'll work. How could it even work? Dagur killed Heather's parents and his own dad. He was crazy before then too. Can that change?"

Toothless rested his big head on Hiccup's lap. Suddenly, he got up and glanced at the door. It opened and a blond woman entered with a blue macaw on her shoulder. It flew off and over to the wild cat.

"Hey, Babe," Hiccup greeted, getting up and kissing her. "How'd it go with the trainees?"

Astrid frowned, but her eyes had an excited twinkle in them. "I don't know if they'll ever be fully ready, but when it's time for them to graduate, they'll be keeping crime off the street like their lives depend on it."

Hiccup chuckled. "They probably do," he said under his breath.

"I heard that."

"W-well, it's just because I know you make sure they're the best trained officers this side of the country. Nothing less than perfection is accepted from Lieutenant Hofferson…soon to be Haddock."

"You're right about that." Astrid crossed her arms with a happy smile, then looked closer at her fiancé. "You're also thinking about something. What's going on?"

Hiccup looked sheepish and glanced away. "Nothing really."

"It's something big enough to give you that contemplative look you always get when you're troubled."

"I wouldn't say I'm 'troubled' per se." Hiccup saw the subject was not going to get dropped and turned to her. "I've been thinking about Dagur."

"Dagur? What brought that up?"

"There's a psychologist who's working at the facility now. Dad had been looking for someone for a while."

"Yeah, I remember him mentioning that, but I didn't know he found someone."

"One of the best. He's helped a lot of people, Astrid. Now, he's been talking to the inmates and one of them is Dagur."

"Why talk to him?" Astrid questioned with a furrowed brow. "He's never getting out of Berk Prison. Whoever this doctor is, he's wasting his time."

"I was wondering about that too." Hiccup paused and frowned slightly. "Do you remember anything about Dagur personally?"

"Not really, but I know he picked on you a lot. I don't think he and I ever came across each other. The main thing he was to me was a rival."

"A rival? I didn't know that."

Astrid shrugged. "Yeah, everyone thought he was the toughest person in school. He was the most athletic too. I heard about what he'd done in gym class. He beat every record the academy had. I wanted to beat them, so he just stayed a concept for me–a concept of what I wanted to be better than. I don't think I even really thought of him as something more than that until I heard about the arrest."

"Did you believe it when you heard?"

"Of course. So did you, right?"

"Yeah," Hiccup admitted.

"Some people are just born wrong. They're unfixable. Nothing anyone can do about that." Astrid walked over to the blue macaw and held out her hand. "Come on, Stormfly, let's get you some dinner."

The lieutenant went to another room with the bird while Hiccup went to his chair and sat back down. Toothless lied down at the base of the seat as his friend's eyes moved to the gadget.

"Unfixable," he thought. "Is anything?"

These thoughts stayed in the young man's mind for the remainder of the night. When morning came, Farid returned to the prison. He spoke with the other inmates, noticing that the one who had been agitated before now seemed depressed. It was strange because Farid diagnosed no psychological disorder which would have caused a mental illness. He had a guess for an external reason for the strange behavior, but he lacked proof and he would need that if he wanted to change something.

Unfortunately, the doctor would not be able to get that proof with Dagur's help at this time. He came dangerously close to undoing some of the progress they had made and had no intention of making that mistake again. When Gobber went to get Dagur, he noticed the inmate seemed different. There was a worried look in his eyes.

"What's wrong?" Gobber asked. "You normally seem excited to go to talk to Farid."

"Yeah...I just have a lot on my mind." Dagur paused momentarily. "Have you ever thought about working somewhere else?"

Gobber appeared surprised. "Somewhere else? No, I really haven't. Why?"

"I was just thinking that the other officers here suck. It'd be great if you went somewhere better."

The officer frowned for a moment, wondering where this was coming from before a small smile spread over his face. He nodded knowingly.

"Ah, I see. Well, it might not always be great here, but the warden and I have known each other for a long time. He's a good man and a good friend."

Dagur scoffed at that. "Then, he could make it easier on you."

"He could, but that would be asking him to betray another friendship and I just don't think he's ready for that. When he is, I'll be here for him."

As much as that news frustrated Dagur, he could respect the decision. The young man cackled his normal laugh and turned so that the handcuffs could be put on.

"Wouldn't be Gobber if you didn't look out for someone."

The officer chuckled and unlocked the door, then attached the restraints. They left the cell and went to the therapy room. Dagur's cuffs were removed and he sat down across from the psychologist. Gobber took a parting glance at them before exiting. Once he was gone, Farid began his questions.

"You mentioned that you have a sister," he said.

Dagur looked surprised by the topic choice, but he was not unhappy. "Yeah, her name was Ella. She had dark hair like our mom and green eyes like dad and me."

"And she was a year younger if I remember correctly."

"Yep. She was mostly around Mom. They didn't let me stay around her by myself because I tossed her up in the air a lot. I'd seen Dad do it and it always made her laugh, so I figured I'd give it a try."

"Why do you think they had an issue with that?"

"Because they just didn't trust me. I caught her every time," the inmate said, folding his arms.

"Do you think it's possible that they were feeling protective of her? Even though you caught her, it could have seemed dangerous from their perspective. You both were very young and I think it's natural for most parents to be wary of children playing when one is so small."

Dagur paused, having a thoughtful expression on his face. "Looking back, I guess I could see how that might have looked dangerous. She was really light, so she would go pretty high. They decided that I could only be around her if one of them was present, but that didn't last long either."

Dagur scratched the back of his head. "I found a snake and put it in her crib." Farid's eyes widened slightly at this news and he quickly continued. "It wasn't poisonous! It was a green snake I found in the garden. She had been playing with it when she got out once and looked so disappointed when Dad picked her up and took her away. She wouldn't stop crying, so I figured it would make her happy."

"Did it?"

"Her? Yes. She finally stopped crying. Everyone else? No. Mom was in there when I came, but she didn't notice that I had gotten the snake until she realized how the crying stopped. When she saw it, she screamed which attracted Dad's attention. Then, they both started freaking out. Mom never let Ella out of her sight after that."

The inmate frowned at the table. "I wish we'd gotten to know each other better. I still think about her a lot."

"What happened?"

Dagur laughed bitterly. "Depends on who you ask. You might hear that she died, but it wouldn't be true."

Farid tilted his head slightly. "Who would say that?"

"Mostly everyone. That's what our old man spread around town." Dagur's face became sadder but was also mixed with rage. "I hated him for that," he said venomously.

"Why did he do that?"

The redhead stood up and put on an air of importance. "Because, people of the jury, the great Judge Oswald the Agreeable could not have his reputation besmirched by a scandal." The persona faltered as Dagur's voice lowered. "Not for anyone–not even his favorite child."

"What would you say happened?"

"I would say Ella–"

Dagur stopped mid-sentence when the lights went out. It was not just the therapy room. All over the prison, the power was out.

"Well, how about that," the inmate said, sounding annoyed. "Looks like Alvy is still determined to interrupt."

The door to the room opened and two officers entered. One used a flashlight to see where they were going and while the other pointed a gun at Dagur.

"That's not necessary," the psychologist said.

"We're just taking precautions, Doctor. There's an electrical issue going on right now, so we're making sure all the inmates are back in their cells." the officer with the light informed him. He turned his attention to Dagur. "Get up and put your hands behind your back."

Irritated, the redhead complied and his handcuffs were reattached. "Tell ya tomorrow, Doc?"

"Tomorrow," Farid agreed, nodding.

The officers left and Farid used his phone to light his way to his car. This time, the psychologist was more aware of his surroundings and was glad to find no one out there when he left the prison. Just as he turned on his car, he saw the lights go back on in the prison. He let out a frustrated scoff.

"Convenient," he thought. "Let's see how tomorrow goes."

Frustrated by his continued inconveniences, Farid returned home. Not too long after he did, the warden did the same. He was greeted at the door by a Golden Retriever who let out a loud bark of joy.

"Ah, I missed you too, Thornado," Stoick said, covering his ears before petting the dog.

Followed closely by the canine, he went to his study and began looking through the notes the doctor had given him when he received a call.

"Son," he answered happily.

"Hey, Dad," Hiccup responded. "How was your day?"

"My day was fine. If you'd asked me about my night, that would have been a different story entirely."

The trainer cringed. "What happened?"

Stoick sighed heavily. "There was a mistake about a power outage. We had to do an inmate check, but someone did something wrong to the fusebox during the last safety check for it." He brought a hand up to the bridge of his nose. "But you didn't call to talk about my work. How are you doing?"

There was a pause on the other end of the line. Stoick raised an eyebrow and glanced at the phone to be sure the call had not been disconnected.

"Hiccup?"

"Well, I didn't necessarily call to not talk about work."

"What do you mean?"

"I wanted to see how the progress with Dagur was going."

"I've heard that the sessions have been fine, but it would probably be better if less of the sessions were interrupted. Or maybe it wouldn't make any difference. There seems to be no convincing the doctor of that, though."

Hiccup frowned slightly. "Interrupted? What's been going on?"

"Alvin doesn't like the idea of Dagur getting therapy. He's been taken off the job of bringing him from solitary, but beforehand, he would take a bit of time getting to the room designated for the therapy sessions."

"So…he made sure they were late so that he couldn't get the help?"

"I don't think it's as nefarious as that, Son. It's just a lot to ask of Alvin to pretend like he's fine with this. He was one of the first officers to deal with Dagur. That's painted the way he sees him."

"That's understandable, I guess."

There was another pause on the line before Stoick spoke again. "You think there's hope for him, don't you?"

"I don't know," Hiccup admitted. "Part of me thinks I'm the crazy one for thinking it's possible, but another part of me wants to hold out hope that there is a version out there in the future where Dagur can change for the better."

"That's a dangerous thing to hope for. Hopes like that can lead to disappointment."

"But maybe they can also lead to letting people know that they're not alone–that if they want to change, they'll have someone there supporting them."

Stoick felt a headache coming on and let out a sigh. "Hiccup, it's been a long night and it'll be another early morning tomorrow."

The younger man realized the implication and held in a sigh of his own. "Okay, Dad. I'll talk to you later. Have a good night."

"You too, Son."

As the warden had said, the next morning saw him awaken early. Stoick went to check on things with the cells, then headed to his office. He had barely sat down, when he heard a knock on the door.

"Come in," he instructed.

When the door opened, Gobber hobbled in with a concerned look on his face. Stoick gestured to the seat.

"What's on your mind, Gobber?"

"The 'power outage' last night."

"It's been resolved. It was an accident. Unfortunate, but I don't think it caused too much harm."

The blond was unconvinced and frowned. "We both know that was no accident."

"You're suggesting that someone intentionally caused a blackout?"

"Alvin has a lot of people who fear him."

"Gobber–"

"He doesn't like anyone who doesn't." Gobber looked determined. "We can't let him continue to run this prison."

"I run this prison. Alvin just has my support."

"He has more than that, but you refuse to see it. He's not your friend, Stoick. Not really. If he was, he wouldn't be a dirty cop and risk destroying the very thing you've worked so hard to use to keep all of Berk safe."

"I've known Alvin for years."

"Which is why you can't see who he's become…or maybe who he always was to a certain extent. You only see your friend."

The warden glared at him. "Don't imply that I have poor judgment, Officer."

Gobber looked hurt from the use of such formality and tone. "I wouldn't say anything I didn't think could help you and this facility, Warden. I really am your friend. Always have been. My record can show that. Can Alvin's?"

Getting up, the officer left to return to his duties. Stoick stared at his desk as he did, not wanting to look at the other man. First Hiccup and now him. It was getting to be too much. How could he bring himself to put Dagur above Alvin? To put a convicted murderer above his longest friendship? How could anyone expect that of him? And yet, Stoick expected it from himself to do what was best for those under his charge. Oh, to be warden.

Almost all of the dragons' real-life counterparts have now been shown. I had a lot of fun trying to pick them out. I know Stoick got Skullcrusher later on, but I felt that having Thornado would work since a Golden Retriever holds the record for having the loudest dog bark. What do you think of the other versions of the fantastical creatures?