In the morning, Farid went to the prison, but the door to the session room opened without an inmate entering. Instead, Gobber did with a grin on his face.

"Hello, Gobber."

"Dagur's going to be allowed to have a visitor."

"Really?"

"Really. Stoick decided on it last night and mentioned it to Hiccup, so that visitor is actually already on the way."

Farid paused, looking thoughtful. "We're not supposed to have our session yet then?"

"Not this time. I think the warden wants to see how he'd respond to surprises. If he does well, that might mean for some nice changes in his living arrangements."

This gave the psychologist a good feeling. Part of him was nervous, but he pushed down those thoughts. He had confidence in his client. The inmate did not need him for this. He could do it on his own just fine. In the meantime, Gobber brought another one of his clients to the room for his session. After the prisoner was settled, the officer went to the cell in the back.

"Hey, Gobber," Dagur greeted, mid pushup.

"Hey," Gobber returned.

He did not say anything else for fear of spoiling the surprise. He had always struggled with keeping those. The man decided the best way to keep a secret was to just not say anything at all. Dagur regarded him curiously, but he did not know what he was thinking so it was a win for Gobber. As they went past the therapy room, the young man tensed.

"Where are we going?"

"It's a surprise."

"I don't really like surprises."

"Well, that's all I can say. You won't be left wondering for long."

Despite the anxious feeling, Dagur did trust Gobber. He had not done wrong by him the entire time he had known him. It seemed unlikely that he would suddenly start. Wherever they were going, it was probably nowhere bad. The officer unlocked a door and let them through. Dagur's eyes widened as they went into an area and he saw other prisoners talking through phones with families or friends. He felt his heart race faster, but these nerves were different from before.

They walked a short distance further until reaching a chair. With his handcuffs removed, Dagur got closer to the glass to see if he could spot his visitor. He could see no raven-haired people, but he did notice as someone began approaching.

"Is that…" he started to say, squinting.

As Hiccup sat down on the other side of the glass, Dagur's jaw dropped.

"Hiccup?"

The visitor had an unreadable look. "Hello, Dagur."

Surprise filled the inmate's face before it was taken over by happiness. "Hiccup! It's been forever. Look at you. You got tall! Not so dorky anymore. I bet you have to pay the ladies to leave, am I right?"

Hiccup lifted a brow at him. "Um, that's not quite how it is." He paused, then continued. "I wanted to ask why you killed Heather's parents."

Dagur's grin dropped. "I can't tell you. You should have brought Heather if you wanted to know."

"She doesn't want to come and I can't say I blame her."

"Yeah, I couldn't either."

"I don't think she's going to come. It's been bothering her a lot."

"She has to come here, though," Dagur insisted. "We need to talk."

"That's why I'm here."

"To test the waters? Make sure I'm not going to make her feel worse?"

Hiccup's eyes widened slightly. "Well, yeah actually."

"That's fair. Besides her parents, what do you want to talk about?"

"That was really the purpose of me being here."

"Aw, that's no fun. It's been three years and you don't want to catch up at all?" Dagur's face became pouty. "I haven't been able to hear anything about you. All I know is what I knew in high school. You could be a circus performer for all I know now. Ooh, I bet you'd be good as a lion tamer."

Hiccup chuckled in spite of himself. "You're actually not far off."

"Ha! Still got it. What do you do?"

"I train exotic animals and have a black jaguar."

"That's cool! No house cats for you," Dagur said, laughing. "Who's your girlfriend?"

"What makes you think I'm with someone?"

"You weren't overly embarrassed earlier when I mentioned your popularity, so it seemed like I wasn't too far off with that either."

Hiccup considered if he wanted to reveal more or not. As he did, he realized that the information was probably not going to harm him or his loved ones in any way since Dagur was still behind bars.

"I'm engaged."

"Do I know the lucky lady?"

"Not really, but she was in my year."

Dagur tapped his chin. "Is she that angry blonde girl you always had googly eyes around?"

"My eyes weren't that googly."

"Yeah, they kind of were."

Hiccup gave up and nodded. "That's her."

"I'm happy for you."

The visitor stopped and looked at the prisoner. He sounded so genuine with this and the smile on his face was also authentic.

"Thanks," he said quietly.

Hiccup's eyes went back to the other individual and became more inspecting. Dagur looked so different from the last time he had seen him. He might not have recognized him from appearances alone. The only similarities between his teenaged and present selves were the energetic look in his green eyes and fiery red hair. Bags under his eyes, the wild haircut, and the scar all seemed markers of his time there. Dagur noticed this change in gaze. He gave a half-hearted smile and a soft chuckle.

"I don't have as nice of a story to tell you about my three years. Sorry about that."

"No, I wasn't going to ask," Hiccup mentioned awkwardly. "I figured it might not be a comfortable topic."

"You could say that again, but Gobber and the doc are making it bearable."

"You really are enjoying the therapy sessions then?"

"I am. They've helped a lot. I don't think we'd be talking right now if not for them."

There was a slight smile on the young man's face which was calm. Even in that prison, Dagur looked the calmest Hiccup had ever seen him. He began to say something and then stopped unsurely. Finally, he sighed.

"Look, Dagur, I want Heather to be okay. I don't think you'd try to antagonize her if she came, but I really don't think she's going to come here."

"But she has to, Hiccup."

"Why are you so adamant about talking with her? Is it to apologize?"

"No…well, sort of. It's more to explain."

"What could you possibly tell her that would make the murder okay?"

"It's not about making it okay. I know I can't do that. I just need her to understand why I did it."

"Why did you do it?"

"I told you, I can't tell you."

Hiccup put a hand to his forehead. "You're probably not going to tell anyone then because she doesn't seem like she's coming."

Dagur's face turned to a sad expression. "I just need to see her once. If she never wants to speak with me again, I'll accept that, but I just need one more time."

"One 'more?' She arrived after you were arrested and didn't go to our school. You two have never met."

"Yes, we have."

Hiccup looked both confused and exasperated. "Stalking doesn't count."

"I didn't stalk her."

"So, you just happened to know where she lived. Were you planning on attacking her that day?"

"I'd never hurt her! I stalked the couple."

"That's not really much better. You're also not making sense. If you're not lying, how do you know Heather?"

Dagur hesitated, not wanting to say anything else, but it was possible that Hiccup was right. If he chose to remain silent, he might have to indefinitely. The man just needed a chance to speak with her and if that meant revealing some information sooner than later, then it was what he had to do.

"She's my little sister."

Hiccup's jaw dropped. "What? Your sis…that can't be right. I heard that your sister died years ago."

"She didn't die. She's Heather now. That's why I need to talk with her. We're the only family each other has."

A frown crossed the younger man's face. "And who's fault is that?"

Dagur just looked down. "Will you tell her?" When the visitor did not respond, he looked up. "Please, Hiccup."

Sighing, Hiccup put a hand to the bridge of his nose. "I'll tell her, but I don't know if that's going to change anything." He got up from the chair. "I have to get back to work. Bye."

"Bye," the inmate said, but the other man's phone was already hung back up.

Gobber returned and put the handcuffs back on Dagur to return him to his cell.

"How'd it go?" he asked.

The younger man was quiet for a moment. "I don't know."

When he got to his cell, he did not want to do a workout. He just wanted to mentally go over the conversation no matter how much this tormented him. Each time it was his turn to speak, he imagined how he could have responded which might have had a better result. While he did, Gobber returned to doing his rounds in between taking clients to Farid. On his way back from the session room, he saw someone moving a cart of laundry. This would not have been so strange, but the pusher was unusually lean considering how the other officers looked. Gobber stepped in front of the cart to force the person to stop. He got a good look when he did and his eyes widened.

"Ruffnut?"

"...no?" the supposed guard said, head dipping down further.

"Tuffnut is also not here since that would be wrong."

Gobber let out a sigh and lifted the top shirts out of the cart, revealing the other twin curled up into a ball. His eyes were tightly shut as if that would have made his visibility any less of an issue. The officer yoked him out by his collar.

"What are you two doing?"

"We're testing theories," Tuff revealed.

"Like…?" the man pressed.

Tuff started to talk and then stopped, not sure where he was going with this. Ruff continued for him.

"Like how easy it is to get in here. If you hadn't spotted us, who knows how far we would've gotten?" A devious smile crossed her face. "We could have even broken someone out. Not that we would of course."

"Of course," Gobber said, lifting his eyes to the ceiling.

He put each hand on one of their shoulders and began leading them out of the prison. This was meant with some resistance.

"We want to stay!"

The CO scoffed in amusement. "Now that's the first time I've heard someone say that about this place."

"We do love to be trendsetters," Tuff said, grinning.

Gobber just shook his head at them and kept them walking towards the exit.

"Out," he instructed.

Their faces turned sad. "But you have to admit, if we got in, someone else could too," Ruff pointed out.

Not giving the satisfaction of an answer, Gobber just crossed his arms. They sighed and sulked away, dragging their feet. The officer closed the door again, though his thoughts were on the twins. Unfortunately, they had a point. They could have been bringing something other than a stowaway in a clothes cart. Had those been shanks or drugs…well, this was something that caused the man to think. Perhaps those Thorstons were not always so off with things. Even broken clocks were right twice a day and it just might have been their time.

The day grew later and people's jobs came to an end for the evening. When this happened, Heather had just finished giving a Labrador Retriever medicine for heartworm. He was a particularly rowdy pooch who took longer than she usually would have, causing her day to stop later than expected. She sent the family home and went to grab her wallet and phone. That was when she noticed a message from Hiccup.

"Hey, Heather," he said, sounding troubled. "I went to the prison today to talk with Dagur and…well, can you give me a call back? I feel like this is something I shouldn't just say over voicemail."

The message was more cryptic than the young woman had anticipated, so she delayed her trip home in favor of returning the call. Hiccup quickly picked up the phone.

"Hey, what's going on? Why did you need to talk over the phone?"

"Because of what Dagur said." He paused. "You should probably sit down."

"Hiccup," she said, exasperated. "Just tell me. I'm sitting if that makes you feel better."

A briefer pause came before the trainer answered. "He said he's your brother."

The next silence was caused by Heather. She felt like she was in an alternate universe in which she did not wish to live. Her stomach felt queasy and for several moments, she thought she would get sick. Thankfully, she had opted for sitting down because she likely would have collapsed had she received the news while standing.

"He said…what?"

"He didn't tell me how he knew, but he seemed really sure of it. You never talk about your birth family. Is it possible you remember anything about them?"

"I'd remember someone like Dagur being my brother."

"You were also really young, though. It's a possibility that you forgot and he didn't."

"He's lying. He has to be."

"He asked that I tell you."

Heather went to the bathroom and splashed her face with water. She needed a moment. This was too much to handle and seemed like it was not even real. It could not have been. What did she do to deserve such a fate? On the other end of the line, Hiccup patiently waited for her to respond. He wished he did not have to tell her this, but he also felt that she deserved to know. His eyes widened some when he heard the sound of a determined voice coming through the phone.

"Can you tell Stoick that I want to speak with Dagur tomorrow?"

"Of course. Are you sure, though? I just don't want this to be a decision you make in haste."

"I'm sure. I've wanted to know what happened for years. Plus, if he really is my brother, I say it's past time for a reunion."