Blizzard huffed as to say that he didn’t find her to be all that great himself and stalked off to grab the bag from where Ava had abandoned it upon entering. Leaving as mother embraced daughter. 

It really only made sense that Ava would not remember the sign language if most things had been forgotten but maybe it would all come back to her eventually? If not they would have to teach her again. He’d do that a hundred times though if it meant having her back. Smiling softly at the two as Castiel hugged their daughter. He didn’t even know where to start- they had years to catch up on but before he had to think to much about it Blizzard had come back into the room, human and clothed. 

Blizzard walked over to sit closer to the fire than his parents because the cold was much more bothersome in this thin hide form. “And to think you were shouting and raving about how much you didn’t want to go anywhere near dragon riders.” And now Ava was huddled together on the floor with her parents looking content and very much alive. Not all a hostage or a corpse as she seemed to think would happen when they landed on Berk. “Which by the way… wasn’t part of that promise I made. Never said a word about keeping you away from them.”

With a small huff he discarded the matter “but that’s water under the bridge now. I would like an apol-” That’s as far as he got, at that moment his father came over and shoved him over, dragging his tongue across his face. “Great spirits!” Blizzard shoved at Toothless’ snout. “That doesn’t come off!” Which really only seemed to encourage the night fury to do it more. “Don’t make me change back old man!”

Toothless spread his wings and roared in his son’s face shaking the windowpanes and making Hiccup laugh. Blizzard had gone an interesting shade of white and satisfied the night fury returned to his mate, licking her muzzle instead.