Stoick quickly flips the documents on the table over, so now the blank side is facing up. "When a cheif has a child Heather, that child receives gifts from all over."

"So that explains why your seal is on my horn. And if my father is a cheif why did he never come looking for me? And you must know who my birth parents are, don't you? I ask these things, struggling to keep the accusation out of my tone. I can't help but let a little leak through, as unfair as that is.

"Both are great questions, unfortunately I can only answer one of those. Heather, you are the missing daughter of the Berserker cheif, Oswald the Agreeable." Stoick says this with such casualness, like this is a matter he has worked through dozens of times.

"What does this have to do with ANYTHING!?" Snotlout shouts the last word obnoxiously, which makes it harder to process the heavy quality of the infirmation I have just been told.

So I'm a cheif's daughter. The Berserker cheif's daughter. What does that mean to me?

Oh… That means my brother is-

"Don't you get it Snotlout? Heather's brother is-"

"That deranged idiot!" I shout in fury, effectively cutting off Hiccup. I shouldn't have shouted so loud though, because a second later Windshear comes charging into the hut with spines flashing dangerously. Toothless intercepts and is able to calm her down.

"Who?" Snotlout and Tuffnut both ask dumbly.

Hiccup can't hide his horror though he tries to reassure me. "Look I know he's a lot and he tried to drown me-"

"He force fed me rotten cod heads after starving me for three days," Fishlegs interjects. "Sorry, go on Hiccup."

"Yes, there's that too. But he is your brother. Maybe it would be a good idea to reconnect him with your father."

"But what about my parents? The ones who raised me. Do you expect me just to leave them locked in an Outcast dungeon, and just show up on Berserker island and, and-"

"Whoa, Heather calm down. We'll just have to do both. It'll be ok. We all have your back. Don't we guys?"

There's an echo of 'yeahs' and 'ayes' all around. All except for-

"Snotlout?" Hiccup asks, suspicious.

"Fine, whatever. I'm bored anyway."

"You know, you lot won't have to do both." Stoick adds mildly.

"That's right dad. The treaty signing is next week. Heather your father and brother are coming here." Hiccup says excitedly.

"I hope Dagur makes Fishface here choke down a whole barrel of rotten cod heads. Ah that guy's my hero." Snotlout says dreamily.

"Great. Now I have something to have nightmares about." Fishlegs mutters quietly.

"And meanwhile Heather, we can rescue your parents." Hiccup smiles brightly.

"When you say we?"…. Snotlot trails off nervously.

"I mean all of us." Hiccup says with warm confidence.

"Just checking," responds Snotlout from the ground and rubbing his bruising arm after Astrid has slugged him.

"I laugh a little. "Thanks guys. But I need to think on it. Alone." And with that, I'm out the door into the cool air.