Life on the Edge

3.07 To Heather or Not To Heather

Ragnar sighs to himself when Ruffnut, Tuffnut, and Snotlout come sliding down the side of the twins' hut and take off running across the clearing.

"Nice to see those three doing training on their own," Hiccup says in approval.

"Not really like them though, is it?" Astrid asks.

Ragnar sighs again and starts after them. "Come on," he says over his shoulder. "We better find out what they're up to this time."

Hiccup nods. "Yeah. That- that's probably best."

It's not hard to catch up to the three troublemakers. Their goal, however, is made no clearer when they see the way the three of them have Fishlegs pinned to the floor of his own hut.

"Woah. Woah. Woah. Hey!" Hiccup exclaims. "What is going on with you three? And why are you all on top of Fishlegs?"

They pay him no mind at first, all of them focused on whatever their task is.

"Snotlout, stop biting his vambrace," Ragnar snaps. "Ruff, quit pulling on his arm and Tuff... stop doing whatever it is you're doing."

"It's okay. Really," Fishlegs says weakly.

Tuffnut suddenly throws a triumphant arm in the air with a piece of parchment clenched in his fist. "Ha! The Fishmeister has been getting quite the bevy of Terror mails lately."

Ragnar trades a confused look with Hiccup and Astrid.

"And since we haven't been sending them..." Snotlout says as they let Fishlegs go and stand up.

"That begs the question who is our sly little friend here communicating with on the... sly?" Tuffnut adds, gesturing dramatically with the stolen mail.

"It really doesn't," Ragnar deadpans.

Ruffnut scoffs. "Uh, yeah. It does," she insists. "Come on, Ragnar. Don't you wanna know who he's talking to?"

"No. I don't care. No offense," he adds, turning to look at Fishlegs.

"None taken. It's refreshing actually," Fishlegs says with a smile.

Snotlout echoes Ruffnut's scoff. "Well, we wanna know," he says. "And because he won't give up a name-"

"-we decided to take matters into our own hands," she finishes.

Fishlegs throws both hands up in frustration. "Okay. Fine! If you must know-"

"Oh, we must!" Tuffnut says eagerly. "We must!"

"Yes! Yes! We must!" Ruffnut adds.

"Guys," Hiccup interrupts, "Fishlegs doesn't have to tell you unless he wants to. It's his personal, private business."

"Well said, Hiccup," Fishlegs says with a smug look at a certain nosey trio.

Ragnar rolls his eyes when he notices the half-curious, half-expectant looks Hiccup and Astrid are giving him. "Really, guys?"

"What?" Hiccup asks with an innocent blink. "Are you saying you're not the least bit curious?"

"No," he says again. "I'm not. Oddly enough, I try not to go digging into things that have nothing to do with me. The things I See involuntarily are more than enough."

Astrid nods. "Understandable. That being said..." She turns expectantly to Fishlegs.

Fishlegs sighs in frustration but doesn't bother to protest again. "I've been corresponding with a certain someone who has been returning my Terror mails in kind." He scowls at the others. "You happy?"