Accidental Fiancé

32: The Final Secret

Thirty Two: The Final Secret

Heather flicked through the news channels as she sat in the waiting room in Berk General Hospital, checking her emails and reading desperate requests for interviews from every news outlet in the Archipelago and many international ones as well.

"Even Reuters," she murmured.

"Look, I'm surprised that Housewife and Helmet Magazine isn't asking for an interview as well," Dagur commented, pacing backwards and forwards.

"They were second," Heather told him dryly.

"Really? So who was first?" Dagur asked, interested despite himself.

"Archipelago Beekeeper Magazine," Heather said glumly.

"Ha! And they call me deranged," he said and sat in the chair by her as a group of four people walked it, chattering loudly.

"...said we should wait in here," the tall, husky blond young man said, talking to a pair of lanky blonds who were so alike they were clearly twins. The female with three fat plaits slid her arm though his.

"Don't worry, Fish," she reassured him. "I'm sure he'll be fine..."

"Oh yeah? And when did you get your Medical Degree, Butt-Elf?" the male with long blond dreadlocks said, slumping in the seat by her. Heather frowned.

"Ruff? Tuff? Fishlegs?" she guessed and they looked up.

"Heather? What are you doing here?" Fishlegs asked as the twins jumped up and embraced her.

"Thorston sandwich!" Tuff announced.

"I'm Astrid's manager and I got over here as soon as the owner of the Valkyries could fly his plane back from bringing Astrid across after Hiccup," she explained. "She rang me once they got to hospital and Hiccup went into surgery. He saved her life."

"What?" the fourth person asked. Snotlout glared at her, his blue eyes narrowed in disbelief. "Hiccup saved Astrid?"

"Snotlout-what are you doing here?" Fishlegs asked him. "You weren't really Hiccup's friend at School and you bullied him." Dagur frowned and rose to his feet. He walked over to Snotlout.

"Excuse me," he said determinedly. "Are you Snotlout Jorgensen?" The raven-haired stocky young man nodded.

"Yeah-I'm Hiccup's cousin," he said lazily. "What's it to you...whoever you are?" Dagur nodded thoughtfully-then punched him in the nose.

"Then you deserve this for everything you put him through!" he told the young man, who was trying to staunch his bleeding nose. Looking around, Snotlout saw the others...then they all started cheering. Annoyed, Snotlout glared at them all.

"Shut up Fishface, twins and...whoever you are..." he snapped as Astrid walked in, looking exhausted. There was a bruise on her face and her shirt was stained with blood. "Hey babe-come to see the Snotman?"

"Ugh, no-not if you were the last male on Midgard," she told him crushingly.

"Aww, c'mon babe-you know you're just pining for all this manly Vikingness..." Snotlout leered, earning him another punch in the nose from Astrid. He whined in pain. "Owwww!"

"Ugh. And yuk," Astrid growled.

"How is he?" Heather asked as the others all paid attention.

"He's out of surgery and he'll live," she said with relief, earning herself a huge hug from Heather, Dagur and then the twins. "Guys-what are you doing here?" she asked in shock.