It was a quiet flight across equally silent seas. The only explanation for this was the girl being caught beneath the churning waves of unpleasant thoughts- he knew in those hours that Ava dwelled upon going back to that miserable island. While he’d like to tell her now that she didn’t need to worry, she lacked the understanding necessary to feel anything but panic. Her arms snaked around his thick neck but he kept his gaze forward as they flew on, descending gradually- almost unnoticeably -lower. The air was marginally warmer closer to the earth where it was thicker and he knew she was not garbed for freezing weather. Up above the clouds, at the high altitude he usually flew these long distances, ice would have crawled across even his own hide. He wouldn’t test what it would do to her.

Finally her poor human sight seemed to pick out Berk among unsavory conditions. If she had uncertainty when it first appeared there among the water- it passed quickly. Dragons were visible in the sky around the island and it was obvious that they were with riders. He did not acknowledge her panic because though she did not know it yet, it was ungrounded. Where had she thought he came from anyhow? So willing to trust a human she should have known right then that he was in the same class as these dragons ahead of them.

He descended despite her protests and pleas, his flight now wavering in the slightest. Rather than dropping right into the village though and causing a big stir and a lot confusion he landed just beyond its boundaries on a cliff overlooking the sea. His approach must have been spotted though since a moment later there was another dragon, blocking the path down into the trees. Immediately he recognized the nadder by the blue of her scales and from her back a woman dropped with hair the color of hay and a slim but powerful body. She was beautiful among the Vikings but already well along in her years with a child of her own. An offspring that was currently the best choice for era with Ava missing. 

Blizzard watched her with an edge of caution for this reason but she dropped her axe immediately and gasped into her hands “is that…?” Trailing off, breathless with surprise. She grabbed for the weapon again, suddenly full of motion as she turned and then paused looking back at them again when Blizzard didn‘t jump to follow. “We have to tell Hiccup. And Castiel.”