It was a calm day on the Edge. The sun was shining, a gentle breeze was blowing, and Fishlegs was not going to let any of that go to waste. All that morning, he had been blending in various plants and water until they made a light-colored cream. Fishlegs set that bowl near another one filled with dirt. Soon, it would be mud, but he wanted to wait a little longer so that it would not dry before it could be used. Fishlegs had even moved his books outside the hut as well as any other item which could possibly be damaged by extreme heat. In the center of his home, there was a small fire pit that lacked a flame at the moment.

"Almost ready," Fishlegs said, excitement coursing through him.

The last part he needed was to set up some large stones near the outside of the hut. The Ingerman gestured to them as he looked at Meatlug.

"Would you mind doing the honors?"

Happily, the dragon spewed lava onto the rocks. Her friend smiled and patted her head.

"This is going to make for a great sauna, girl!" Fishlegs glanced around suspiciously. "As long as the twins and Snotlout don't notice us, we should be able to enjoy i–"

The Viking was not able to complete his sentence when Barf and Belch crashed into the rocks, nearly destroying his hut in the process. The twins stumbled a little when they got up, then they headbutted.

"Even better crash than the last time!" Tuffnut cheered.

"Muttonheads!" Snotlout called down.

Fishlegs glanced up and saw the other Berkian on Hookfang. They were both shaking their heads at the twins and Hideous Zippleback. Snotlout's attention moved to the bowls and he lifted an eyebrow.

"You're collecting dirt now, Fishface? That's weird even for you."

The larger Viking frowned and protectively held the bowls. "If you must know, Meatlug and I are preparing a spa day. We were almost done before you all showed up and started breaking things."

Ruffnut made a face as she got back on the dragon's neck. "At least we didn't mess up anything important."

Before Fishlegs could fuss, the twins flew off with Snotlout right behind them. Grumbling, the blond began trying to fix what had been ruined. Meatlug picked up some more stones and put them back where they were. Fishlegs gave her an appreciative smile, then felt dread when he noticed someone else approaching.

"Hey, Fishy," Dagur greeted. "Heard the crash. Were the twins and Snothat here?"

Fishlegs nodded. "Yeah, lucky us," he said sarcastically.

"Ooh, snarky Fishy. That's rare. What did they mess up this time?"

"Meatlug and I were trying to have a spa day, but I guess we're the only ones who care about that."

The Berserker shook his head. "I like spa days too."

Fishlegs's jaw dropped in shock. "You? Really? You know that spa days don't normally include stabbing anyone, right?"

"Well, nothing's perfect, but I don't hold that against them. I used to do a bunch of spa stuff on Berserker Island. I haven't since becoming chief." Dagur paused in thought. "I should get the other Berserkers to try."

Fishlegs glanced at Meatlug, silently communicating before he looked back at the redhead. "Do you think Shattermaster would like spas?"

"I think he'd be up for it," he answered, stroking his beard.

"We could do a double Gronckle and Viking spa day."

This caused an excited twinkle to appear in Dagur's eyes. "Good idea! I'll go get him."

He went off to find the Gronckle. Shattermaster was playing with Windshear and brightened when he saw his friend.

"Want to have a spa?"

The Gronckle looked open to this idea and flew over. Together, the pair returned to where Fishlegs and Meatlug were.

"What did you have planned?"

"Mud masks, some arm creams, a sauna, and hot stones."

"No fruit baths?"

"I haven't tried one of those before."

"Ooh! Then we'll have to change that soon."

Fishlegs seemed intrigued by this and smiled as the Berserker helped set up more of the stones again. While he worked, Dagur's expression turned pensive.

"Shattermaster seems to have a hard time sleeping after he eats some of the red rocks. Do you have that problem with…Meatlug?" he asked, having to check his memory for the name.

"It might be garnet. That doesn't agree with her either, but for some reason, Gronckles seem to like it a lot."

"So, just try to train them out of it? I've gotten a few of those rocks and rubbed limes over them, but I guess Shattermaster doesn't mind tart flavors."

Fishlegs looked at the stones they were arranging. "I think a pretty regular diet helps. When Meatlug started doing that, she stopped after I made sure we had a third breakfast together."

"Third?" the Berserker asked, shocked. "I didn't know Berk did a second one." He began looking worried. "Do Gronckles need a lot more food than other dragons? I might be starving him."

Shattermaster nudged his friend with his nose, earning a pat. Fishlegs smiled at the duo.

"I don't think he's starving. He wouldn't like you so much if he was. Of course, Gronckles are probably the most understanding dragons in the world, so even if he was a bit hungry, he wouldn't hold that against you."

"That's a relief to hear, but I'll still start giving him more regular meals," Dagur promised.

"It's definitely worth the extra time."

Fishlegs gave Meatlug a big hug and she wagged her tail. It did not take much longer before the Vikings were done, so the Gronckles heated up the rocks again. Meatlug helped more by placing the hot stones on Fishlegs when he was laying down. Shattermaster saw what she was doing and did the same.

"Did you know about Gronckles' sensitive spot?" Fishlegs asked.

Dagur shook his head. "I didn't, but that might explain a few things. Is it behind the front leg on the side?"

"That's the one."

"Shattermaster likes being pet on his back and belly, but he always wiggles away whenever I go near there."

Fishlegs sighed happily. "Gronckles are just so interesting. You wouldn't think that they'd mind something like that, but he probably has a habit of defending the spot from everyone so that it wouldn't be used against him."

Dagur smiled with pride. "Vikings shouldn't underestimate them. The other dragons are great too, but there's just something special about Gronckles."

"I know!" Fishlegs exclaimed, sitting up as the stones slid off of him. "I've been trying to convince everyone for years." Seeing as he was without the rocks, the Berkian started looking at the mud. "Want to do the masks and cream now?"

"That works for me."

Dagur got a stick and some water, mixing in the dirt until it was a slurry. Once it was done, he handed the bowl to Fishlegs.

"Have you been doing any new tricks with Meatlug?"

"I've been thinking of some," the Berkian answered, starting to apply some mud to the Gronckle's snout and face. "I really like that inverted Gronckle drop. Something I've been thinking of is coming up with new kinds of shots. We used to test out rocks to see what would make Gronckle Iron, but I want to start back up for attacks. It could be interesting to see what happens."

All mudded up, Fishlegs handed the bowl over to his friend. Dagur put some on Shattermaster's back before putting it on himself as well. They repeated a similar process for the cream.

"Let me know how that goes. I'll probably try it out with him too. I want to see what other attacks he can do. Already know that tail could be pretty deadly." He rubbed his head, chuckling. "Found that out from personal experience."

Fishlegs's eyes widened in concern. "How'd that happen?"

"It was before he was trained. Don't tell Hiccup, but you're a way better teacher. I didn't get clubbed once with you."

The blond beamed proudly. "Thanks. I meant what I said about you being a good student. Heather and I still sometimes talk about how you outmaneuvered her and Windshear."

The older Vikings shrugged. "I've always liked picking up new skills."

"I can relate to that. Learning something new about dragons or the world in general is just so much fun," the Berkian said, eyes sparkling with joy. "That's another reason why I'm glad we all left home. I'd pretty much learned everything there was to know on Berk. Out here, we've got a lot more to discover."

Dagur smiled at his friend. "No one can say you don't crave knowledge. You'd do well on Berserker Island. We've got a bunch of libraries filled with as many topics as we could collect."

"Really? I didn't know that."

"It's nothing we talk about much, but we've had a lot of traders, so we find out about the world. I used to enjoy learning that way since I couldn't just go out to those places yet."

"Wait…you liked to study too?"

Dagur's eyebrow lifted. "Why's that so shocking?"

"Because you're such a fighter. When I think of warriors, I think of Astrid and Snotlout and neither of them ever enjoyed reading about plants or medicine."

"They might not, but I did. It's one of the reasons I'm here right now."

"What do you mean?"

"I read about the antidote to Deadly Nadder venom and was able to make that on Dragon Island years ago before the…you know. Also, some information about plants was great when I was stuck on the island where Hiccup and T found me." Dagur let out a laugh. "But I already know Berk doesn't have books on Fire Fern because even the name didn't keep Hiccup from touching it."

The blond chuckled as well. "Yeah, I haven't heard of that either. I'd probably enjoy experimenting with it and seeing what makes it burn Vikings like fire."

"Then maybe you should come to Berserker Island. You could borrow some of the books. You're good at not misplacing things, right?"

Fishlegs nodded. "I like to keep track of what I have in case I need it." He paused and a frown came over his face. "The only thing I can't seem to find is my Gronckle Iron sword."

Dagur glanced away from him, concealing a guilty look. "Well, I'm sure it'll turn up somewhere."

"Probably, but I'm still just really surprised to learn this about you."

The redhead looked back at the Berkian. "I wanted to know as much as I could so that when I became chief, I'd be ready and make Berserker Island the best in the world. I haven't given up on that, but I'd be fine with Berk coming in at a close second."

Fishlegs laughed softly, then looked up at the sky, still in shock. "So, you really used to do spas and study? I wish I'd known that when we were kids. Maybe we could've been friends way sooner. No one else I know seems to like doing either of those activities."

"Believe me, I get it. You start enjoying a spa with a book and you get weird looks. That's something I want to change back home, though. If someone wants to do that, they shouldn't get talked about badly for it."

"More Vikings should give them a try," Fishlegs agreed. "They'd get more information and wouldn't be so violent."

A devious grin spread over Dagur's lips. "True, but some violence can be fun."

"Right, I almost forgot who I was talking to for a second."

This caused his friend to laugh again. "But in the spirit of calmness, violence can be a good excuse for spas. You beat the yak dung out of a few dozen Vikings, then need to cool down with something relaxing."

Dagur started to rinse the mud off and cream himself, then the dragon; Fishlegs did the same. The final part was to go into the makeshift sauna. Meatlug and Shattermaster spewed lava onto the rocks. Steam filled the hut as the friends sat, leaning against a wall.

"I'll admit that you've definitely seemed to do more calming activities lately which is nice," Fishlegs commented. "Did you learn about meditation from your reading too?"

Dagur nodded. "I'd read about some of this a long time ago, but it always sounded boring. I'm glad I finally gave it a try. It helps a lot."

"Do you do it often?"

"Often enough I think. I've played around with it." The chief held up three fingers. "Three works best. More than that and I get bored. Less than that and I get angry easier."

"I've read up on some meditation techniques too. For one of the dragons we were with, I tested out a theory on music having calming effects. If you want, maybe we could try that sometime."

"Sure! I'm up for anything that works."

More steam filled the hut until it was time to open the door and let it be released outside. Both Vikings and dragons felt very relaxed.

"This is the first time I've gotten to do this with anyone except Meatlug," Fishlegs admitted happily.

"First time I've done it with another Viking too. Next time, you'll have to try the fruit baths."

"Definitely."

Fishlegs cringed slightly when he heard another crash. The twins and Barf and Belch had knocked into the area near his hut again. They looked at their friend, expecting a complaint, but nothing came.

"You're not going to say anything about this?" Tuffnut asked.

The blond shook his head. "We're way too calm to get angry over little things. No one got hurt. That's what's important."

Jaws dropping, the twins looked equally surprised and happy.

"You two should have a lot more of these days," Ruffnut suggested.

Dagur put an arm around his friend's shoulders. "Oh, that we will."