I'm sorry if they sound OOC.

And yes this chapter might be a bit... unusual. But I thought it'd be interesting.

Enjoy!

"We're almost there!" Heather called back to the other's the next afternoon. Things had been going smoothly, the twins still setting off the occasional explosion, but Heather and Fishlegs we're used to that.

"I can't wait to see how the village has changed." Tuff sighed. "Do you guy's have daily sword-fights? Do you guy's have boar pits? Do you play stack the boar? Do you have pet chickens."

Heather knew the seriousness of the last question. "Yes Tuffnut. We have pet chickens. I have a pet chicken. Chicken and Chicklet will be in good wings."

Tuff viably sighed, before the shock settled in. "Wait. You have a pet chicken?!"

"Yep! Her names Muddy Betty."

"Why?" Ruffnut asked.

"Because she was extremely muddy when I found her, and Betty was the first thing I came up with."

Ruffnut pondered over that, finally okaying it with a nod of her head. "I guess that it makes sense."

"So how big is her coop? Do you have a special room for her? How-"

"Tuffnut!" Heather laughed, looking over at the boy, "Muddy Betty lives outside, in her own little chicken coop."

Shock and disbelief were all over the boy's face. "What?! No, no, no! That will not do! The first thing my sister and I will be doing when we reach the Island of Berkserk-"

"Berserker Island" Fishlegs corrected. Tuffnut ignored him.

"is giving that chicken a proper home." Barf and Belch sped up, passing Windshear and Meatlug.

"Should I bother arguing?" Heather asked Fishlegs, who shrugged while giving his answer. "Probably not. It won't change anything. Tuffnut will not rest until your chicken has a proper home in you're house."

Heather gave a lengthy sigh, before having Windshear speed up. "That's what I was afraid of.

Tuffnut surveyed his surroundings as his, and Ruffnut's, dragon landed. Sadly, everything looked normal. Some woman hanging laundry, children playing with terrible terrors, men down at the docks.

"Hey, look at those guy's! Their slapping each other with swordfish!" Ruffnut exclaimed. Tuff barely glanced that way. "Eh, people do that on Berk too." His eye's scanned their surroundings. "Which house do you think is Heather's?"

Ruff glanced at him. "I dunno. It'll probably be near their Mead Hall."

Tuff gave a stiff nod. "Good. Let us go. There's a Chicken who needs a proper coop."

Ruffnut rolled her eyes as Tuff strode towards, what looked like, the Mead Hall. Barf and Belch followed behind silently, so she decided that she should also. "Wait up bro!"

Heather and Fishlegs arrived at that same moment. "Where's Tuff?"

Ruffnut pointed towards the Mead Hall, and the house beside it. "Going to you're house."

Heather's face visibly paled. "Oh no!" She cried, as she broke out into a sprint.

Ruffnut turned to Fishlegs, who was shaking with silent laughter. "What going on?"

Fishlegs took a deep breath. "Heather... and I were just talking... She doesn't live in that house anymore. She loves her people but can't stand being right in the center of everything. Instead, she lives a bit closer to the forest. Not too far away, of course, less than a five minute walk. But her house, is now-"

A shriek from the house next to the Mead Hall drew there attention. "Sorry Granna!" Heather yelled, pushing a very confused Tuffnut away from the house.

"Granna? I though you and Dagur didn't-" Heather clamped her hand over his mouth. "She's not really my grandmother, but Dagur said that she was like one. She was our grandmother best friend, so we call her Granna. She's also the HEALER."

"Mhhfmmsmfhhmffhhfhs."

"What?"

Tuffnut pried her hand from his mouth. "I said that explains why there were so many potions."

"Yes. But Tuffnut, you can't just enter a house without knocking! Or you at least need to know who lives there!"

Tuffnut shrugged his shoulders, while gently breaking away from her grip. "Last I knew, that was your house. With that being said, where is your house?"

Heather sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose, while pointing right with her other hand. "That way. There's two chicken coops in the backyard, and the house is big enough to hold several large dragons. There's also a black Skrill painted on the door, and a small garden."

Tuffnut did a low bow. "Thank ye kind Miss." He said before heading that way.

Heather groaned before following him. She hoped that maybe, just maybe, she could direct his attention to something else. Sadly, that didn't happen.

"Chieftess!" Heather flinched as Fishlegs and Ruffnut, who had also been following Tuffnut, turned with questioning looks on their faces.

"Hi Klyn." Heather said, turning to the large man who had called her. "What can I help you with."

Klyn shook his head, his long black beard swaying left and right. "Chieftess, it's Lars Jr.! He won't stop running through my potato patch! Wreaking havoc!"

"I will go talk to him."

"And my patch?"

"I will personally make him clean it up."

Klyn gave her a nod, before walking away. "Chieftess?" Fishlegs asked. "What does he mean, Chieftess?"

Heather bit her lip. "Well. Promise you won't tell anyone!" The pair both nodded. "It's just... Dagur is no longer the Chief of Berserker Island."

"What?!"

"He's too far away and he had just become king. Even with him trying too visit as much as possible, it just wasn't working. He had me made Cheiftess a little over a month ago."

While Fishlegs gaped, Ruffnut decided to press a concerning matter. "Why Chieftess? Why not Chief?"

"Berserker tradition. Just like there's King and Queen, there's Cheif and Cheiftess."

"So that means that whoever you marry would be Cheif?"

Heather looked a bit uncomfortable, and confused. "Well... not really. They wouldn't necessarily have a title... I think. I'll have to talk to Granna about it." She nodded her head towards her house. "Please make sure he doesn't break anything." She pleaded, before running off with a quick "Thank you!"

Fishlegs turned to his betrothed. "Cheiftess?"

Ruffnut's eye's sparkled with glee. "Things just got a whole lot more interesting."

As I'm sure you have guessed, while Heather's conversation with Fishlegs and Ruffnut had taken place, Tuffnut had found Heather's house! (He ran the whole way there) First thing he did? Get Chicken and Chicklet out of their cages. (Barf and Belch had followed him)

Second thing he did? Go out back to the coops. It was obvious that the smaller one was the home to Heather's special chicken.

"Muddy Betty!" He called sweetly, as Chicken and Chicklet socialized. It took a few more calls, but finally a pretty red chicken, who just happened to have a darker red heart like mark on her wing, poked her head out of her coop. "Well hi there, pretty little thing." Tuffnut cooed. Which of course resulted in him getting pecked, hard, by both Chicken and Chicklet.

"Jealous things." He muttered, before turning his attention back to Muddy Betty. "Would you mind if I move you out of there for a moment? Tuffnut asked as he picked her up. Muddy Betty was surprisingly sweet and cuddle against him. "Awww." He sighed, as he looked at her. It was then that he noticed something strange. He was sitting on the ground with her, and his chickens were up in her face, though not touching her, and she wasn't flinching. It was like she couldn't notice them. Like...

Tuffnut gasped and held her right in front of him. "You're blind!" He held the chicken closely and got up, heading towards the house. "How could Heather have you live out here you poor thing. Chicken! Chicklet! Come on. We have work to do!"

Fishelgs and Ruffnut arrived just as Tuffnut began his 'work'. Muddy Betty was sitting nicely on a chair, while Tuffnut, with the help of Chicken and Chicklet, was building a small chicken coop. In Heather's main room."

"Tuffnut, what are you doing?" Fishlegs asked, while Ruffnut went to help her brother.

"Building Muddy Betty a proper home."

"But why inside?"

The moment Tuffnut turned to face his soon to be brother-in-law, Fishlegs new that he made a mistake. "You wan't to know why the coop is where it is?! Not only is that chicken her pet, meaning that it should be inside, it's also blind! BLIND! It needs to be in here, where it won't get attacked by other chickens-" his own chicken's squaked, "Sorry guys. As I was saying, she will be safer in here. So, are you helping or not?"

Fishlegs looked from Muddy Betty to Tuffnut. He had two choices, annoy Heather, or madden Tuffnut resulting in Ruffnut also being mad. "Okay." He sighed, walking over and picking up a hammer. Hopefully, Heather wouldn't be mad.

Hopefully.

Heather groaned as she headed to her house, a couple of hours later. Turns out that dealing with Lars Jr. was a lot harder than she expected. It hadn't just been him running in Klyn's patch, but also his friends, so she had to track them all down.

After tracking them down, she made them clean up the field, but that required her to be there that entire time, resulting in half of the villagers coming to her with problems.

So her entire to do list for the next day was full, and she just wanted a block of ice for her head.

Heather opened her door, and then froze. There, towards the wall, was a chicken coop. In the middle of the room? Tuffnut, Ruffnut, and Fishlegs playing with Chicken, Chicklet, and Muddy Betty.

"What happened?!" She cried as she and Windshear walked in. (Windshear didn't always sleep in the stables)

Tuffnut got up and walked over to her. "You're chicken is blind!"

"Yes but-"

"She's blind and you still have her outside!"

"But-"

"No! For the sake of that chicken, she should sleep right there."

Heather took a deep breath, knowing that she wouldn't get anywhere in the argument. "Fine. The guest hut's are where they were the last time. I am going to bed. Goodnight you guy's."

Tuffnut watched as she climbed the stairs to her loft, before heading to the huts. He hoped that he hadn't made her too angry.

Similarly. So were Ruffnut and Fishlegs.