My Chieftess... ✨Scripted✨ version

Episode 7: To Heather or Not To Heather

Fishlegs: She's here! Ho, ho! I saw her from my rock garden! Heather is here!

Astrid: Sorry, Snotlout. Looks like the future Mrs. Lout might end up being the future Mrs. Legs.

Fishlegs: She's here! Woohoo!

Snotlout: Please! Fish-face? So you're saying she would choose bookworm, Gronckle-riding dragon geek over a real Viking? Why would you even think that?

Astrid: She told me, last time she was here. Mentioned Fishlegs by name.

Snotlout: Shut up, Astrid.

Hiccup: Hi, you. We thought you could use a couple of days to rest up.

Heather: Thanks, Hiccup. I really appreciate this. Fishlegs! Thank you so much for the letters.

Tuffnut: Hey! We should sing the Dragon's Edge welcome song.

Hiccup: Tuff, we don't have a Dragon's Edge welcome song.

Tuffnut: Sure we do. It's very catchy. I can perform it in several keys and there's sort of a dance that I do along with it.

Astrid: Yeah. I think Heather would rather set her gear down and get settled.

Heather: Astrid! I'd love to hear your song later, Tuff.

Tuffnut: Good. Oh, Heather, you're gonna love it. And now I have time to warm up.

Heather: Good idea.

Tuffnut: Ruffnut smells.

Bodil: Heather. (They gave each other very stiff greetings)

Heather: Bodil. (Whispers to Astrid) Still hates me.

Astrid: She doesn't hate you, she just doesn't trust you.

Heather: Same difference.

Astrid: Just ignore her, Bo is a lot of things and she's great when you become her friend, but she also has an empathy switch that she can turn off and on. It's still off for you, but I'm sure I can get her to come around. If not me Hiccup.

Heather: I hope so... I really do think she's an incredible person, but some people just aren't made to get along.

Astrid: You know, you could've come back with us in the first place. You just disappeared. We didn't know what happened to you.

Heather: And I feel terrible about that. But I knew that you guys would just try to get me to stay. Sometimes you need to be by yourself to figure things out.

Astrid: Your letters to Fishlegs seemed like you were struggling with a lot.

Heather: You read those?

Astrid: We were all worried about you. We wanted to know what was going on.

Heather: It was weird. All that time with Dagur, we were playing a part. I didn't have a minute to think about the fact that he is my brother.

Astrid: Maybe you shouldn't think about it then.

Heather: I have to, Astrid. What if I have that Berserker insanity inside me? What if, deep down, I'm just like him?

Astrid: Heather, you are nothing like Dagur. Look, if you were, we would have dropped you in a volcano a long time ago.

Heather: I wouldn't put it past Bodil. So, let's talk about something less depressing. How is that going?

Astrid: How's what going?

Heather: Bodil... does she know?

Astrid: No.