My Chieftess... ✨Scripted✨ version

Episode 7: To Heather or Not To Heather

Tuffnut: Whoa. Cool.

Hiccup: Huh.

Snotlout: Amazing.

Fishlegs: Fine. Go ahead. Read 'em all.

Ruffnut: Uh, wow. Those are some depressing Terror mails. I may need a mace to the head just to cheer me up.

Tuffnut: On it!

Ruffnut: Metaphorically speaking!

Astrid: These letters don't sound like her. She seems worried and confused.

Fishlegs: Think about everything she's been through. The only family she ever knew, gone. Then being out there, alone, by herself.

Tuffnut: And lest we not forget, or forget finding out her brother is one Dagur the Deranged.

Hiccup: Yeah. I can't say I'd feel any different in her shoes.

Snotlout: Shoe. Because you... Never mind.

Fishlegs: Hey, Heather's risked her life to fight with us. She's helped us save countless dragons. She's the closest thing to actually being one of us. It just seems like we should do something to help.

Hiccup: Well, hey, what about making her one of us? Ask her to be a Dragon Rider.

Fishlegs: Oh, Hiccup, I think asking Heather to join the Riders would be amazing. Besides, the Nadder migration will be coming through here again and Windshear could be a huge help.

Tuffnut: Well, I think it's a terrible idea. An awful, dreadful, unfathomable idea.

Astrid: Very funny. We're trying to have a serious conversation here.

Tuffnut: So am I. Look, you don't just get to be a Dragon Rider. I'm surprised you didn't know that. We've spent the last five years fighting the nastiest, smelliest, most disgusting and often insane dragons out there. How many times have we almost gotten killed doing it?

Ruffnut: There was the Screaming Death, the Whispering Death, the Red Death, all the other Deaths. And then there was-

Astrid: We get it, Ruff.

Tuffnut: So why does she get to waltz in here, all of a sudden, like she's one of us? Doesn't seem fair to me.

Ruffnut: And besides, who said she'd even want to be a Dragon Rider? You know, it's not for everyone. I, myself, have had moments of doubt.

Bodil: I agree with the Twins. We trained for two years before we became an actual semi-functional team. Inviting Heather, who repeatedly lets her emotions control her actions, join our motley crew seems irresponsible and dangerous. It'd be like letting Gustav in who's been just about as helpful as Heather at this point. In some cases he's actually been more helpful.

Tuffnut: Thank you wife.

Bodil: We're not married Tuff.

Tuffnut: What? So you're saying. Bjorn boar wasn't my best man and Hiccup didn't marry us?

Bodil: No.

Hiccup: Hm. You know, Tuff's right.

Tuffnut: I knew you'd remember Hiccup.

Hiccup: What? No. You're right about Heather.

Tuffnut: Oh... What?

Hiccup: You're both right. About most of it (He says giving Bodil a pointed look for the Gustav comment). Let's invite her to the Edge. Just for a couple of days. To hang out, see how she's doing. Maybe she helps us redirect those Nadders. But nothing permanent happens without us all agreeing. Sound good?