Sigrid The Relentless - How to Train your Dragon

27. Heather's Return

"Okay, what is going on here?" Sigrid's gaze was stern as the Riders fought over something in Fishlegs' hands.

Hiccup and Astrid were by her side, equally as confused, before Tuffnut rose to victory. His hand held high grasping a Terror mail, something Fishlegs was desperate to hide. 

"Ha! The Fishmeister has been getting quite the bevy of Terror mails, lately." Tuffnut smirked from his position over the blonde Viking's leg. 

Snotlout groaned as he got up, brushing a hand over his shirt, an equally big smirk on his face. "And since we haven't been sending them..."

"That begs the question, who is our sly little friend here communicating with one the... sly?" Tuffnut continued.

Ruffnut agreed with a brother, arms crossed as she gave Fishlegs a look of suspicion. "We decided to take matters into our own hands." 

Fishlegs quickly broke under pressure. The questioning gaze of six Vikings was too much for him to handle. 

"Okay, fine." He spilled. "If you must know-"

"Yes, we must!" The twins chanted.

Hiccup tried to be the voice of reason. "Guys, Fishlegs doesn't have to tell you unless he wants to. It's his personal, private business."

"I agree with my brother." Sigrid nodded. "Fishlegs, you don't have to tell us if you're not comfortable doing so."

But she had to admit, she was very curious.

"Thank you, Sigrid." Fishlegs beamed before he met the eyes of the three mischievously curious Vikings to his left, and grew hessitant.

Hoping for defence, he glanced back to the only three reasonable Vikings, only to find that their eyes gleamed with similar intrigue. It was obvious that they, too, were waiting for him to spill.

"Fine-" He sighed. "I've been corresponding with a certain someone, who has been returning my Terror mails in kind. You happy?"

Astrid grinned. "Are you saying what I think you're saying?"

"Fishy's got a girlfriend!" Snotlout and Tuffnut sung in mockery. "Fishy's got a girlfriend." 

"Yeah!" Tuffnut shouted as they high-fived. "It's fun to make fun of people!"

Sigrid was shocked. "Who is she, Fishlegs? Do I know her, is she nice, does she make you happy?"

"Who said it's a she?" Snotlout chuckled. 

Hiccup raised his brow. "Uh, Fishlegs? Now, I have to admit, I am curious."

Everyone's speculation was obviously getting on the Viking's bad side, as Fishlegs didn't seem so pleased that everyone was suddenly invested in his personal business. It's not like they cared otherwise.

"Okay, okay." He raised his hands in surrender. "...It's Heather."

No one gasped as loudly as Sigrid. She was delighted! Snotlout, on the other hand, wasn't.

"So, wait, you're telling me that my future wife, the future Mrs. Lout who just disappeared after the whole Viggo fiasco, you knew where to find her and you told exactly no one?"

Fishlegs shrugged. "Yeah, pretty much."

"Look, guys, Heather is out on her own. She never stays in one place." Hiccup reasoned. "We knew we'd hear from her eventually."

Snotlout huffed. "Yeah, but she and I have that connection. She should have written to me."

"Absolutely not, and I will slap you if you ever say that again." Sigrid wasted no time to scold him.