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47. Gold! Hopefully...

Talulahh'a POV:

We watched as Fishlegs and Heather played Maces & Talons. The teams were Heather, Astrid, and I, and Fishlegs, Snotlout, and Dahlia.

Heather moved a piece. Snotlout gasped. Heather smirked.  "Mm-hmm." Fishlegs hummed, moving a piece.

Heather then moved another piece. "Yes!" Astrid celebrated.

"Good job!" I grinned, giving Heather a high-five.

"Oh! Should have seen that coming." Fishlegs muttered.

"And that makes three in a row." Astrid crossed her arms truimphantly.

"I'm filing a greivance. This is totally unfair. You manipulated my teammate with your big brown eyes." Snotlout pointed at Heather.

"They're green." Heather batted her eyelashes. 

"Shut up." Snotlout shot back, causing Dahlia to elbow him.

"Well, well, well. Look what the Night Fury dragged in." Astrid crossed her arms as Hiccup and Toothless walked in.

Hiccup laughed sarcastically. "Very funny."

"Seriously, Hiccup. You've been pushing it pretty hard lately." Heather said.

"Everyone needs a rest." I added.

"Right. I'll rest when Viggo's gone for good." Hiccup replied.

"I'm gonna drug you, just for you to sleep." I threatened crossing my arms.

"You wanna hurt Virgo? Talk to me." Dagur said, leaning against the door frame, Shattermaster standing next to him.

I screamed, in surprise or excitement, I'm still unsure.

"Dagur!" Heather gasped.

He grinned, "I told you I'd be back."

We gave Dagur food. "Mm, this is good. And cooked to perfection, just how I like it."

"Thanks." Heather smirked.

"So, how are we gonna hurt Viggo?" Hiccup asked.

Dagur ignored him."Ha-ha! I should have known it was you, Heather. Cooking is in our family's blood. Ooh! I bet you make a wicked Berserk chicken."

I gasped. "We don't eat chicken."

"Everyone knows that Chicken suffers from rotisserie-phobia. She's afraid of the ol' turn and burn." Tuff said, stroking Chicken's feathers.

"Sorry, Boy-Nut and Chicken-Nut. It's just, we've been out there all alone for so long. We haven't eaten anything in days. Isn't that right, Shattermaster?" Dagur frowned.

Fishlegs dumped rocks in front of Shattermaster, who ate them happily.

"Easy, Shattermaster, remember your manners." Dagur said gently.

"Dagur, what about Viggo?" Hiccup slammed his fist on the table, bringing the Berserker's attention back to the main focus.

"Yes, of course. The strangest thing happened while I was out traveling the world in search of Oswald the Agreeable." Dagur started.