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  Rating:
      Explicit
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      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Major_Character_Death, Rape/Non-Con,
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M, Other
  Fandom:
      How_to_Train_Your_Dragon_-_Fandom
  Relationship:
      Hiccup/Dagur, hiccup/toothless, Hiccup/Dagur/Toothless
  Character:
      Hiccup, Dagur_-_Character, Alvin, Savage, Astrid, snotlout, fishlegs,
      tuffnut, ruffnut, Toothless, Stoick, Mildew
  Additional Tags:
      Romance, Misunderstanding, Kidnapping, Rape, Torture, Size_Difference,
      Anal_Sex, Fingering, Eating_out, Forced_Orgasm, Denied_orgasm, Jealousy,
      beastiality, Underage_Substance_Use
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      Published: 2014-09-26 Chapters: 14/14 Words: 33111
****** The Fury Before the Calm ******
by Jettara1
Summary
     Dagur would do anything to make Hiccup his and take possession of his
     beloved Nightfury even team up with Alvin the Treacherous but he
     never planned on taking things this far.
***** Chapter 1 *****
The Fury before the Calm
Since the Berserkers learned that Berk was indeed training dragons the entire
island of Berk was on constant high alert. Not only did they have to watch out
for Outcast attacks but now Dagur and his armada threatening war. So far all
had been quiet, too quiet in Stoick’s opinion. He had Hiccup and his Flight
Club patrol the skies but after weeks since Hiccup’s altercation with the young
leader of the Berserkers there was still no sign of the youth and bit by bit
the chieftain began to relax. Perhaps Hiccup and Toothless had scared the boy
off or made him think twice of going to war with the Hairy Hooligans. The last
thing Stoick wanted was another war.
It was early fall when several of his faithful Vikings came running to his
house full of excitement and utter awe to announce that old man Mildew had
washed up on shore. At first Stoick was rather doubtful, instinctively thinking
it was some sort of trap and in retrospect he should have followed that
instinct and cast the man out as a traitor but of course Hiccup gave him those
big green eyes and reminded him how the old man had helped him and Toothless
escape Outcast Island before being captured. The boy had thought the man had
been killed and for months felt bad about not being able to save him even after
all the terrible things Mildew had done in an attempt to get the dragons off
Berk. But ever since Hiccup proved himself by taming the dragons Stoick was
inclined to listen to his son so when the boy asked for Mildew to be properly
taken care of Stoick had Gobber assign Bucket and Esther to look after the old
man until he was strong enough to tell them what had happened and how he
managed to escape Alvin and the Outcasts.
It was nearly four days before the old man recovered in which time Hiccup and
some of the other teens had often peaked through his window or asked about him.
Well, Hiccup did at least. The others were still very weary and often wouldn’t
let Hiccup go alone. Not that the withered old man could possibly hurt their
young leader but because Mildew was known for his sneakiness and had on more
than one occasion caused chaos amongst his people when he didn’t get what he
wanted. Stoick made it a point to go with Hiccup as often as possible.
“Ah…Hiccup, my boy,” the old man said when he spotted the youth standing in the
doorway slightly behind Gobber the day after Mildew awoke. He barely paid the
adults any mind as he beckoned the teen to him. “You’ve grown.”
The boy flushed slightly and rubbed the back of his head as he walked further
into the infirmary. “I don’t think so.”
“You have, you have,” Mildew insisted as he patted the side of his cot for
Hiccup to sit on.
Hiccup glanced up at his father how gave him a slight nod signifying it was
okay. The boy nervously ran his teeth over his lower lip before easing down
next to the old man. “I do you feel?”
“Ah…much better, my boy. How’s that dragon of yours? Keeping you busy?”
“Toothless is good.” He would have asked about Fungus but considering the sheep
wasn’t with him and Alvin’s threat when he took it from Mildew he was pretty
sure the animal had become part of a stew. “We’ve been…doing a lot of flight
training.”
Mildew nodded. “Good, good. Never can do too much training.”
“Mildew, can you tell us what happened? How did you escape the Outcasts?”
Stoick asked but by then Mildew’s eyes were drooping once more as exhaustion
took him and then a coughing fit. The Chieftain placed a large hand on his
son’s shoulder, silently indicating he didn’t want Hiccup too close to the man
if he was sick. But just as Hiccup was about to stand, Mildew grabbed his wrist
in a surprisingly tight grip.
“Will you visit me?” he asked, his voice uncharacteristically soft and needy.
Without thought Hiccup nodded, silently promising and he would keep that
promise until Mildew was better.
Nearly a week later the elderly man was back on his feet. He still looked weak
and fragile and leaned heavily on a staff as if death itself was ready to claim
him. That night he joined everyone for dinner in the mess hall. It was also the
night Hiccup took sick. The youth sat next to his father as everyone ate,
poking at his food with a disinterested look. Toothless was curled up on the
floor behind him, watching his young friend with worry until finally Hiccup
pushed his food away, folded his arms on the table and laid his head on them.
“Hiccup?” Stoick asked, surprised by the child’s lack of appetite.
“Hmm?”
“Are you alright, son?”
“Tired. We flew all around Berk today. Spotted an Outcast ship just off the
east coast and chased it off. Had to dodge a bunch of arrows. No biggy,” Hiccup
said with a yawn. “Just a little sleepy.”
Stoick would have let it go if the boy’s cheeks weren’t flush. He frowned and
placed one large hand on his son’s head. His brows furrowed. He wasn’t good at
the whole parenting business and couldn’t really tell if Hiccup had a fever.
“Gobber,” he said quietly, noting Hiccup had fallen asleep.
The blonde Viking raised a brow as he looked to his childhood friend. Stoick
nodded to Hiccup, not wanting to let on the child may be ill. Hiccup had only
begun being seen in good graces by the rest of the village by taming the
dragons. He was still very small compared to the other kids his age and many
Vikings had thought he would die before reaching adulthood so any illness was
viewed very negatively when it came to the boy.
Gobber, who had served as a second father to Hiccup while Stoick was on Viking
business, reached over and place his palm over the boy’s forehead and then his
cheeks. “Just a little warm, nothing serious, Stoick. To be expected when
flying all day and chasing down Outcasts ships. He’ll be fine after a good
night’s rest.”
“You’re certain?”
“Aye. Fishlegs had a similar ailment a few weeks ago. Let him rest.” Gobber
gave Stoick a reassuring smile. “Do you want me to carry him to your house?”
Stoick hesitated. Normally he would say yes and stay behind to show a proud
face and dismiss any thoughts that he was weak due to having what everyone
dubbed a “useless” child. Back then he was rather ruthless to his son, treating
him more like a burden than the gift he truly was. So rather than shrugging off
his fatherly duties he stood and waved Gobber off. “I have him,” he said,
gently picking up his son and laying him in his arms, Hiccup’s head resting
against his shoulder. Even though Hiccup was now a teen he was still so small
compared to his friends. Stoick tilted his head toward Toothless. “Come on,
Tooth. Time for Hiccup to go to bed.”
The black dragon didn’t need to be told twice. He followed Stoick out of the
mess hall and all the way home without a second word needing to be spoken. He
lumbered up the stairs to Hiccup’s room and waited near the bed for the large
man to lay the boy in the bed and cover him up with a thick blanket. Winter was
quickly approaching and the night wind was now crisp. Once Hiccup was tucked
into bed, Toothless send a plasma blast at the hearth to start the evening
fire. Then he warmed his bed and curled up in it as Stoick debated whether or
not to stay watch over his son or to let Toothless watch over him as he did
every night. In the end that decision was taken away from him.
“Stoick,” Gobber said, hurrying into the room.
The chieftain started in surprise, not realizing he had been hovering over his
son for nearly half an hour. “What?” he demanded, loud enough that it nearly
woke Hiccup up. The boy muttered in his sleep before rolling over and snuggling
under his blanket. Stoick gestured for Gobber to follow him downstairs. “What
is it?” he demanded, glancing up the stairs in hopes that Hiccup wouldn’t
awaken.
“Outcasts,” Gobber said quickly. “Seems the ship Hiccup saw wasn’t alone.
There’s a whole fleet bearing down on us.”
“A fleet?” Again Stoick looked up toward hiccup’s room. “Alright. Gather the
kids. We can run them off.”
“What about Hiccup?”
“Let him rest. We can handle these Outcasts,” Stoick said, his voice firm.
“They won’t even make it to shore.” He gave a nod, more to himself then Gobber,
assuring himself this was the right course of action. Hiccup would be safe in
his room. Alvin would never think to look for him there; he would be searching
for Hiccup and Toothless in the sky. Plan set, he and Gobber hurried to gather
the warriors.
. . .
Not far from the chieftain’s house three Berserkers waited in the shadows. The
smaller of the three waved the all clear once Stoick and Gobber were down the
hill and out of sight. They moved quickly and quietly toward the house, staying
to the shadows and avoiding both dragon and Viking alike. They entered
silently, crossbows armed and ready to encounter any resistance. Dagur was not
about to take any chances. He had waited far too long for this moment.
. . .
Toothless’s head shot up at the strange footsteps he heard downstairs. They
weren’t Stoick’s or Gobber’s or anyone he knew and he highly doubted Stoick
would send anyone he didn’t know to look after Hiccup, that were just be silly
and very dangerous. They didn’t even smell like any of the Berk Vikings. These
were Berserkers.
He growled lowly and as quickly and quietly as possible – which wasn’t easy for
any dragon – he moved to Hiccup’s bed and bunted his head. Hiccup gave a little
groan but didn’t open his eyes so Toothless did it again.
“Toothless, what…” Hiccup murmured as he blinked his eyes open. He gave a gasp
when a plasma shot went above his head and slammed into the ceiling just above
the stairs where two Berserkers stood with crossbows. The two tumbled back,
yelling and cursing as they hit the steps. It took but a moment for Hiccup to
bit the pieces together even though they made little sense at the moment. Berk
was under attack and Berserkers were raiding his home. He clambered out of
head, his head swimming and heat racing throughout his body. “Come on, bud,
let’s get out of here,” he said as he climbed onto Toothless’s back. Nausea
filled him but he fought back the urge to vomit as the dragon looped toward the
window. Another blast of plasma exploded it outward, giving them a large enough
opening to escape through.
“Hiccup!” someone yelled.
The youth turned his head, knowing that voice. Behind them with a nasty looking
crossbow was Dagur and before Toothless made it out the window an arrow was
shot at them, going through Hiccup’s shoulder. He gave a cry, his grip on
Toothless’s saddle loosening as pain shot through him. Nonetheless he ducked
down and held on as tight as he could as the dragon took flight.
“Hurry,” he told his friend.
He felt hot, hotter than before and his head swam. It took a moment before he
understood it wasn’t the illness that was making him sick or even the loss of
blood. The arrow in his shoulder was poisoned and he was on the verge of
passing out. He wasn’t sure what to do. In the distance he could see the other
dragon riders but they were all engaged in battle, including his father. There
was no one he could turn to for help. Then another arrow hit, slicing through
Toothless’s artificial tail and into the dragon’s rump. The dragon gave a
screech of pain and reared up, nearly bucking Hiccup off. His wings flapped
anxiously, trying to stay in the air but without his tail he could no longer
fly and before Hiccup knew it they were plummeting to the ground. Then there
was nothing but blackness.
***** Chapter 2 *****
The Fury before the Calm 2
Ropes were quickly fastened around Toothless, tying his legs and wings while a
muzzle was firmly placed over his face to keep him from breathing firing and
killing the three Berserkers, not that he could do anything in his present
condition. The poison had run its course and made the mighty Nightfury as
harmless as a kitten. He mewed in distress, his large eyes droopy as he wiggled
and tried to get free or at least to Hiccup who lay unconscious only a few feet
away. I might as well have been miles; Toothless couldn’t get any closer than
he was and could not stop Dagur from binding the boy’s arms behind his back or
heaving Hiccup over his shoulder like a rag doll.
“Do you have the beast?” the young chieftain asked in a harsh whisper, as if at
any moment the people of Berk would descend on them.
“Aye,” said one of the two large beefy men as they pushed and shoved the dragon
onto an oversize crate. The wood creaked from the weight of the two ton
creature. Two ox were tied to the front and with the help and guidance of both
men they moved as quickly as they could to their waiting ship on the other side
of the island, staying to the shadows and avoiding every living being possible.
Only one person noticed their departure and Mildew smiled to himself before
turning to signal Alvin. Phase one of their plan had been accomplished, now it
was time for phase two. He hurried as quickly as his old legs could carry him
to meet up with the three Berserkers at their ship. It was time to leave Berk
once and for all.
He met up with Dagur and his men as they were fastening Toothless to the deck
and ensuring that he could not break free. Hiccup was at the bow of the ship,
still unconscious and surprisingly covered in furs as if to protect him from
the cold. Mildew raised a brow at that but quickly dismissed it; Alvin wanted
the boy to train his dragons and that couldn’t happen if the boy truly became
ill or caught his death by cold. Then, to his astonishment, the Berserkers did
the same with the boy’s dragon. Perhaps that was to hide him so that Berk’s
dragon riders would easily spot him.
“So are we ready for Outcast Island?” Mildew asked feeling suddenly uneasy.
“No,” said Dagur as he adjust a fur over Hiccup’s head.
Mildew raised a brow, that uneasy feeling turning into a knot in his stomach.
Dagur stood and eyed his sword as if there was some blemish to it. “There’s
been a change of plan. Alvin won’t be getting his dragon training.”
“What?” Mildew asked in surprise before crying out as he was suddenly kicked
overboard. He landed in the shallow water with a splash. Rolling onto his hands
and knees he watched in horror as the ship sailed off to join Dagur’s armada
hidden amongst the small jagged islands all around Berk. He blinked, utterly
confused. Then one thought hit him more frightening than any other. Alvin was
going to have his head for this but worse, Stoick was going to gut him alive if
he learned of Mildew’s role in Hiccup’s and Toothless’s kidnapping.
. . .
Alvin grinned in triumph when he saw the signal fire. It would seem young Dagur
had fulfilled his side of the bargain and captured Hiccup all thanks to that
foolish old man, Mildew and his poisons. It took far less time than Alvin
anticipated. It would seem the old man was right, make Hiccup ill and it was
like taking the head of a dragon. Without the boy the rest of the dragon riders
were unorganized – even with Stoick leading the charge – and while they were
pushing the Outcasts back it was not as easy a task as it would be with Hiccup
in charge of the dragons and Stoick on the ground fighting head on. So far the
Outcasts were not gaining nor losing any ground. They were at a standstill.
Nonetheless he couldn’t simply call off the attack now that he had the dragon
trainer and his dragon, Stoick would figure out what happened too quickly and
send a rescue party before they even had the boy safely tucked away on Outcast
Island where Alvin would have the upper hand. No, he had to give Dagur the time
he needed to whisk the boy away and then follow. The plan was perfect. It could
not fail this time.
Time ticked by and Alvin’s patience began to ebb. He was never truly a patient
man and he had been expecting some sort of signal by now to say Dagur had
passed into Outcast waters but none came. He glanced to Savage with questioning
eyes but his lieutenant seemed just as confused as he was. “If that old man
screwed up…” Alvin muttered under his breath, his hand tightening around his
swords as he swung at one of the Berk warriors.
“Alvin!” Stoick snarled, jumping down from his dragon Thornado with his sword
in a two handed grip and aiming for the Outcast leader’s head.
Alvin just managed to block the blow and elbow the large man in the stomach to
save himself. He grinned in delight. Now here was the fight he’d been looking
for. Swords clashed and both leaders fought for the upper hand but neither
willing to give an inch. It would have stayed like that if it weren’t for
Mildew hobbling down the hill and wading through the battle field as if the
warriors were nothing but scrabbling children. The Outcasts knew not to attack
the old man and the Berkians certainly would harm one of their own.
“Enough!” the frail looking man yelled at the top of his lungs, surprising
everyone. Both Stoick and Alvin stared at the man in shock. For a brief moment
Mildew looked just as shock and his face turned ashen when he realized he had
everyone’s attention, especially the two fierce Viking leaders. “It’s Hiccup,”
he suddenly said.
Stoick pushed Alvin out of the way. “What is it? Has he worsened?”
Mildew gave him wide eyes then glanced past him to Alvin. “Dagur stole him and
his dragon.”
“What?” Stoick roared.
Alvin glared at the old man, confused as to why he would be telling Stoick
their plan and why the old man wasn’t with Dagur as he was supposed to be.
Mildew, seeming to understand Alvin’s sudden anger quickly explained, his eyes
on Stoick the whole time. “He took your boy on his ship. His armada was hidden
to the east. They’re headed to Berserker Island.”
“Are you certain?” Stoick asked.
Mildew nodded. “Fairly certain.”
Stoick turned to Alvin. “Get off my island before I have the dragons roast you
and your pathetic army,” he growled, bring his sword down on the surprised
Outcast. “If I find out you had anything to do with my boy going missing I’ll
hunt you down and tear you limp from limp. And take him with you.” He grabbed
Mildew by the scruff and shoved him into Alvin’s arms.
“What? Wait! Stoick, I came to tell you about your boy,” Mildew objected, still
trying to play innocent.
“Aye and if it weren’t for you we would not be invaded and my boy would most
likely not have taken ill. A little too coincidental for my liking,” Stoick
grumbled. “Now leave!”
“This isn’t over Stoick,” Alvin growled as he pushed Mildew toward Savage.
“I’ll get to Dagur and Hiccup first and then the boy will be mine. You’ll never
see your precious son again.”
That did it. The Hairy Hooligans charged with a force the Outcasts were not
ready for and they were forced back to their boats with a clash of swords and
unbridle dragon fire. In a matter of minutes the Outcasts retreated and took
Mildew with them.
Stoick stared off after the retreating ships before turning to the group of
young dragon riders. “Mount up, we’re going after Dagur.”
Astrid nodded and signaled for the other teens to get back on their dragons.
Gobber stopped them. He gestured to the thick clouds blotting out the night
sky. “Stoick, it might be best to wait until morning. There’s a mighty storm
brewing and you and the dragons might get swept away,” he advised.
“Doesn’t matter. I’m not leaving my boy with that maniac Dagur a moment
longer,” Stoick said firmly as he mounted Thornado. “Let’s move.”
Gobber shook his head but let them go. “Alright everyone, let’s clean up and
get our injured to the infirmary before the storm hit. Prepare a place for
Hiccup and Toothless just in case. Come on people, let’s get a move on,” he
yelled to the villagers, fearing the worse. There was a reason Dagur was called
deranged and he couldn’t help but fear for young Hiccup and Toothless.
. . .
Dagur’s ship broke free of the armada and headed for an uncharted island rather
than returning with the fleet. The other ships were meant to be a distraction
to lead Stoick and Alvin away. No doubt the two would be after him once they
realized he had taken Hiccup and Toothless. As soon as he had the two safely
tucked away he would send his ship to meet up with the armada and when things
cooled down in a week or two then his men would come back for them.
Luck was with him. They managed to reach the island just as the sky opened and
rain fell upon them, no doubt slowly down any rescue attempt there may be for
Hiccup. He carried Hiccup’s unconscious form into a deep cave he a scooped out
weeks earlier while his men unloaded the boy’s dragon and pain stakingly hauled
the beast from the ship to the cave. By the time they arrived Dagur already had
a roaring fire in place and Hiccup laid out on fur he had set up earlier when
he finally ironed out his plans and brought a ship load of supplies that would
do him and Hiccup a month if need be. He grinned happily when Toothless was
dragged into place. The beast was already waking up.
“Are you certain about this, Dagur?” Marick asked as he dropped the rope and
looked Toothless over, obviously weary of the animal. “I don’t feel comfortable
leaving you here with these you.”
Dagur waved him off. “I’m fine,” he insisted as he ran a hand over Toothless’s
head. A Nightfury. He finally had his hands on a Nightfury. He was tempted to
kill it and wear its skull as a helmet as he told Hiccup he would do but then
he would never have the chance to study another one. As far as he knew this was
the last one. No one had seen another in years. And it was Hiccup’s! The brat
didn’t deserve such a magnificent beast. “You’re going to be mine.”
“Be careful, Dagur,” the older Viking warned as he motioned for the other man
to follow him and leave their leader alone. They both hoped that when they
returned Dagur would still be in one piece. He was a strong young man but he
was still very much a boy, deranged or not.
“Mine,” Dagur whispered, his hand moving up and over Toothless’s ridges. “Both
you and Hiccup are all mine now.” And he had every intention on placing his
mark on both of them. His smile grew as the dragon opened his eyes and made a
pitiful bleating sound, as if calling for Hiccup before trying to shake Dagur’s
hand off but the young Berserker simply moved his hand from Toothless’s head to
his neck, completely enchanted and silently plotting his next move.
***** Chapter 3 *****
The Fury before the Calm 3
Even though Dagur had only seen Hiccup and his dragon work together once and
only had a brief glimpse at the contraption running the length of Toothless’s
body. At first he couldn’t understand why such a thing would be on the beast
even after spotting the artificial half of the beast’s tail but as he fiddled
with it and watched the way it moved it slowly made sense. Whatever this was
Hiccup had made it was to help the dragon fly so Dagur dismantled it. Toothless
won’t be needing that anymore. The dragon growled and tried biting him but the
muzzle kept him from doing more than head bunting him or hitting him with his
tail when he was close enough. Dagur couldn’t help but laugh. He’d always
thought Nightfuries were stronger than this but this animal was pathetic…or
maybe that was the drug still running through his system. Ah well, it didn’t
matter. Even if it did escape it couldn’t fly away and neither could Hiccup. He
could hunt them to his heart’s content.
Once Toothless was bear of all hardware – Dagur had disposed of them by dumping
them over a cliff and into the raging ocean below. The storm was growing
incredibly fierce now and would no doubt wash everything away and there was no
way Hiccup could rebuild everything needed to help the dragon fly on the
island. Trudging back to the cave, Dagur shivered. He was soaked head to toe
and the rain was changing to sleet which meant snow was on the way. He would
have to strip down and hang his clothing to dry. He was doing just that when a
thought occurred to him. If he wanted to assure Hiccup did not escape then he
should do away with that fake leg of his. So, not caring for his nudity – he
was a Viking after all what did he have to be ashamed about? – he strolled over
to the smaller boy who was still out cold and most likely would be for the
better part of the night and probably the next day, and pulled the heavy furs
off his lower body.
He stared at the fake leg for a long time, taking a good look at it for the
first time. It was an odd contraption, much more…well…more useful he supposed
than most fake legs. He had seen Hiccup run and jump in it as if he were his
natural born leg. It held his weight perfectly and had a spring like mechanism
that no other fake leg Dagur had encountered ever held. The young chieftain was
impressed and wondered if his blacksmiths could copy the design. There were a
number of his Vikings that could benefit from it.
Shaking his head he got back to work and carefully untied the metal and wooden
leg from the rest of Hiccup’s calf then studied it a little more and then hid
it behind a pile of rocks in the far corner where it was too dark to see. Then
he sat back and stared at the other boy. Even with all the furs the younger boy
was shivering and that made Dagur shiver but he remembered something his father
had taught him when he was young. It was better to preserve body heat if he
curled up to the smaller boy. Of course it was most effective if they were both
naked. That gave him pause. He really didn’t want to see the scrawny kid naked
but as his teeth began to chatter Dagur decided what the fuck. He was cold,
Hiccup was cold and they would be much warmer if he piled all the furs on and
around them.
Very quickly and quietly he removed Hiccup’s pants, belt, vest and then tunic,
trying his best to keep the furs on both of them during the whole process. He
threw each article of clothing in the direction of the fake leg and then nearly
kicked himself. He should have placed them near the fire to keep them warm for
morning but it was too late and Dagur was too cold to go look for them. He
could hear the wind howling outside and it sent another chill down his spine.
Fuck it he’d make Hiccup crawl for them in the morning. That ought to be
entertaining.
He was just about ready to lie down and get comfortable, or at least as
comfortable as one could get next to such a scrawny body when his hand grazed
over Hiccup’s narrow hips and flat belly. He had never felt another boy’s body
before and now that he was slowly warming up and the shivering had ceased he
decided why not? It wasn’t as if Hiccup would ever know; the kid was dead to
the world. His hands exploded the younger boy, curious about how it might feel
to touch another boy. He knew about sex and the basics of men having sex with
one another, the older Viking often told stories about their victories and how
they celebrated by bedding their enemies regardless if they were male or
female. Dagur hesitated. He had participated in such things as well but only
bedded the women but now with Hiccup lying right there beside him he had a
chance to know why some of the men liked fucking other men so much. Dagur’s
father sure seemed to enjoy screwing him when he was still alive and while
there were times it was rather enjoyable it still hurt. Perhaps that would heat
him and Hiccup more as well as serve as a suitable punishment for Hiccup lying
to him and making him look like a fool.
Biting his lower lip he lifted the blanket and looked down the younger boy’s
lithe form. Hiccup needed to put on a little beef. He might break in half the
moment Dagur entered him but if Dagur could survive with a huge cock up his ass
so could Hiccup and most likely the kid was already used to it from his own
father. No doubt Stoick the Vast was named that for many reasons. If Hiccup
could handle such a big man up his ass then he could handle Dagur who wasn’t
fully grown yet.
Decision made, Dagur carefully shuffled under the furs. Even if Hiccup was
Stoick’s fuck toy he would need a little prepping. So he did what his father
would do to him and took Hiccup’s limp dick in his mouth while his fingers
probed the boy’s puckered little ass whole. It didn’t take long to make that
little cock stir. His head bobbed up and down, able to suck the whole thing
into the back of his throat as well as Hiccup’s ball sack. One finger pushed
through the tight ring of muscle until he had one knuckle inside the smaller
boy. That was when he felt Hiccup jerk in his sleep and give a tiny groan. That
in itself was a sexy sound that made Dagur almost purr with the need to hear
more. He sucked hard and pushed his finger in deeper.
Hiccup twisted in his sleep as an odd mixture of pleasure and pain filled his.
His bottom felt weird and hurt slightly. It was not a feeling he was accustomed
to and didn’t much like. The pain seemed to increase at the same time as the
pleasure and he moaned with it. This was one strange dream. Usually he would
envision Astrid or one of the other girls nude when he fantasied about sex but
he felt the tightness in his belly and knew if he didn’t do something he would
make a mess and would never here the end of it from his father. Either it would
be full of pride for being a man or a reprimand for dirtying his furs and now
using a cloth to cum in. Well it was as if he was about to get up and search
for a cloth now, he would simply have to deal with whatever punishment his
father designed for him. Hopefully it would just be extra hours at the forge.
Reaching down he went to grasp his cock when he discovered a head pressed
against his groin. His eyes flew open in surprise as a hand grabbed his wrist
and pinned it to his side. Immediately his other hand grasped the hair of
whoever was sucking on his. That hand wasn’t removed but the sucking increased
and something pushed even deeper into his ass.
“Good Thor!” he gasped as the thing in him began pumping and a tongue swiped
over the head of his dick, dipping into the slit and then the scraping of
teeth. He gave a cry as the most powerful orgasm he had ever felt in his young
life hit him. It was better than any fantasy he ever had. It left him panting
and staring up at the rock ceiling. For a moment his mind was blank as he
stared at it and then that pain in his rear increased as a second thing –
finger? – was pushed into him. “Err…nagh…what?”
“Only one knuckle?” he heard a muffled voice say under the fur. “I was sure…”
Hiccup blinked once and then twice as he tried to make sense of what was
happening. Confused and feeling dread Hiccup lifted the furs covering him,
realizing he was indeed naked and someone was really giving him head. “Dagur?”
he asked in surprise.
The red head looked up with wide surprised eyes before they narrowed and he
twisted his fingers inside Hiccup. The younger boy cried out but rather than
feeling just pain this time there was a sudden wave of pleasure as Dagur hit
something deep inside him.
“Ah! Damn it! Stop…Dagur, stop,” Hiccup cried, trying to wiggle free. He felt a
third finger enter him, stretching him for only Loki knew what.
Dagur slipped up his body with a perplexed look, as if surprised by Hiccup’s
response and then a twisted grin lifted his lips as if making the greatest
discovery. “You’re a virgin! Stoick never screwed you?”
“What? No! Why would my dad ever do that?” He yelped as Dagur’s fingers twisted
again. “Dagur, stop!” And to his surprise the older boy did.
Dagur lay on top of him, his eyes studying Hiccup’s. “What do you say, brother?
Do you want to know what it’s like?”
“What what’s like?” Hiccup asked confused. He instantly regretted that question
when Dagur spread his legs. He would have closed them if the larger boy didn’t
press his thumb into his stump. Even though the wound had healed it still hurt
and Hiccup cried in pain and tried to push Dagur away. Instead Dagur pushed
forward, his cock, which was much larger than the fingers that had been inside
Hiccup, pushing into his tight whole. His hips settled against Hiccup’s as he
let go of the other boy’s legs to catch his pounding fists and force them to
either side of his head. “No, let me go!” Hiccup yelled and Toothless gave an
angry snarl, unable to help his young friend and not quite sure what was
happening to him.
“My dad always said you have to relax or it hurts,” Dagur said, as if talking
to a dummy. “Now calm down and enjoy it.” He thrust forward, pushing his cock
all the way in with only a few hard thrusts. “Oh…so tight! You’re tighter than
any woman I’ve been with. You’re squeezing me, Hiccup. It’s like you’re hugging
me.”
“You’re insane!” Hiccup snarled but his words weren’t cut off when – in a burst
of inspiration – Dagur’s mouth descended on his in a heated kiss unlike
anything Hiccup had experienced before. Hiccup tried struggling but it was no
use, Dagur was more than twice his size and moving like a man possessed. In
only a few hard, jerky thrusts Dagur came, his seed filling Hiccup but rather
than climb off Hiccup and crow victory the youth wrapped his arms around Hiccup
and held him tightly as he fell asleep feeling warm and giddy at his new
possession, his hard deflated cock still deep inside Hiccup.
“Mine,” he murmured against Hiccup’s ear. “All mine.”
Then there was nothing but loud snores and Hiccup could do nothing but stare up
at the rock ceiling and wonder where they were as shame filled him. Wherever
they were he couldn’t escape and if Toothless had been unable to come to his
defense then his dragon friend was just as trapped as he was. And wherever they
were it was unlikely they would be found any time soon. The howling wind was a
dead giveaway to a raging storm outside the cave and the crashing waves
indicated they were close to the ocean but how close or if they were even still
on Berk was another question he had no answer for. He closed his eyes and
silently prayed that he could find a way out of this mess without Dagur killing
either him or Toothless. They were in for a long, long night.
***** Chapter 4 *****
The Fury before the Calm 4
With the raging snow storm hitting Berk and the surrounding islands Stoick had
no choice but to call of the search for his son and Toothless. The winds were
throwing the dragons for a loop and the blizzard made it next to impossible to
see. If they didn’t return to Berk someone was bound to be hurt. He only prayed
Hiccup could hold his own against Dagur until he found them and then he was
going to show that brat Dagur just how deranged a father could be when someone
threatened their child.
. . .
The next time Hiccup awoke it was to the sound of a merry tune and the crackle
of a roaring fire. Slowly he opened his eyes, hoping beyond home that the night
before was some strange nightmare but it seemed that luck was not his friend
and he almost instantly spotted Dagur, fully clothed, tending the fire and
roasting something over a spit. Fish by the smell of it. Hiccup quickly closed
his eyes and bit back a moan. How the hell did this happen? He still felt woozy
from being ill the night before but he knew instinctively that it had been no
normal illness, he was almost sure of it.
Okay, he had to think. He was in a cave with Dagur. Why Dagur? Why did it have
to be Dagur? Well it could be worse, he could be stuck with Alvin, although he
doubted the Outcast would have raped him. At least he hoped Alvin would never
think to rape him. Just the thought of that hairy lug touching him made Hiccup
sick to the stomach. “Eww…bad thought. Stupid brain,” he grumbled and instantly
regretted opening his mouth.
“Hiccup!” Dagur chirped as if the younger boy waking up was the greatest thing
ever.
Well pretending to be asleep was out now. Reluctantly Hiccup opened his eyes.
“Oh, hey Dagur,” he mumbled as he pushed himself into a sitting position. He
made sure to keep the furs around him as he was still very much naked and did
not want to flash the other boy. Nope, he wasn’t going to take any chances of
the older boy touching him again. He glanced past the Berserker to Toothless
who was laying on his side and giving him big pleading eyes. His legs were
bound together and a muzzle covered his face only allowing an inch or two for
the dragon to open his mouth. “Is that really necessary?” Hiccup asked Dagur,
hoping to convince Dagur to let Toothless go.
Dagur looked confused before glancing at Toothless. “Huh? Are you crazy? Maybe
if I was hunting him…” He shook his head. “No, not doing that now,” he said, as
if talking to himself. “I had a change of plans. I was going to send you both
out in the blizzard and then hunt you down but…I’ve had a change of heart.”
“Oh?” Hiccup asked, eying the weapons on the other side of the cave and too far
out of his reach now that he didn’t have his fake leg on. He couldn’t help the
rush of fear and helplessness he momentarily felt without it. “So what’s this
new plan?”
The older boy didn’t seem to hear him and Hiccup couldn’t help but gape as the
older boy got up from the fire with a large ell and began walking toward
Toothless. Of course the dragon began to panic at the sight of the eel and
tried to drag himself backward.
“What is wrong with you, beast. It’s just breakfast,” Dagur reprimanded as he
tried to feed Toothless but the dragon started swinging his head, refusing the
offering.
“Eh…dragons don’t like eels,” Hiccup explained, surprised that Dagur would take
the time to feed a dragon let alone cook for one.
Dagur’s brows narrowed. “That’s stupid.”
Hiccup only shrugged. It was rather odd but he no longer questioned it.
With a frown Dagur stomped back to the fire and began rummaging through his
pack sack then threw a large piece of fish jerk to Toothless. It landed on the
ground a foot from the dragon but Toothless managed to stretch enough to sniff
the new offering before grabbing it between his lips and sucking it into his
mouth. After a moment he bleated to Dagur and wagged his tail as if asking for
more.
Dagur grinned, amused. He threw Toothless another piece of fish jerky. “Like
that, huh? Well that’s the last of it for you until I can go fishing. I only
have enough jerky to do Hiccup and me the week.”
A small smile tugged at Hiccup’s mouth. Maybe Dagur would rethink the whole
hunting dragon thing and become a rider…hopefully not a power crazed one. “So
this new plan where you don’t hunt us?” he asked, hoping beyond hope to keep
the peace between the two tribes.
“Uh? Oh yes. I decided that rather than hunt for lying to me that I’d rather
renew our peace treaty,” Dagur answered as he pulled out more jerky and handed
Hiccup one.
“Okay, that’s a little unexpected.” He stared at the jerky, his stomach
growling in hunger but more curious about this sudden change in Dagur.
Dagur nodded proudly. “We’re brothers, Hiccup. Yes, you disappointed me with
that lie but I forgive you. I kind of get why you like him so much and the fact
you can tame dragons…I mean that’s awesome! Do you know how many people would
want to ride dragons? They’re like the perfect weapons, just like you said!”
“That’s not what I meant,” Hiccup objected but he remembered their last
encounter where he had pretty much implied just that. He ran a hand through his
hair. “Dagur, they’re not pets or weapons, they’re our friends.”
Dagur waved the comment off. “Anyway, so I thought with this new treaty we can
incorporate them into it. You know, I keep the peace if you treat me to ride.”
“Okay…” That didn’t seem so bad but there had to be a catch.
“Picture it, Hiccup, you and me, two great Viking chiefs on our might dragons.
Our people will finally be united.”
Hiccup shook his head in confusion. “Wait…I’m not chief.”
Again Dagur waved his words off. “You will be soon enough. Say the word and
you’re father’s gone.”
“Dagur…” Hiccup started but the older boy must have taken his words the wrong
way.
“Done!” Dagur chirped happily.
Hiccup shook his head. “Not what I meant.” He froze as a large hand cupped his
cheek. His eyes widened as they met the older boy’s.
“You know you talk way too much. It used to drive me insane, always whining
that I was picking on you but now you’re the dragon conqueror. You and me,
we’ll make a great team. No one would be able to stand against us, certainly
not that fool Alvin.”
“Dagur…” Hiccup tried again but before he could push the boy away he was once
more pinned to the ground with the older boy climbing under the covers as he
ravished Hiccup’s mouth. “Stop!”
Toothless let out a snarl but otherwise could do nothing to help his young
friend again.
Hiccup tried turning his head to break free of the kiss but one of Dagur’s
hands fisted in his hair and yanked his head back. The look in his eyes was
like that of a wild animal. “We’re going to be great, Hiccup. You and me.
Everyone will fear our names.”
“No,” Hiccup growled. “I don’t want people to fear me.”
Dagur’s eyes darkened in anger but rather than argue the point he shoved two
fingers in Hiccup’s mouth. “Get them good and wet. This’ll make things a little
easier than last night.”
Hiccup’s eyes widened and rather than do as he was told he bit down on the
fingers.
“Ow!” Dagur yelled. He yanked his fingers out and slapped the other boy hard
enough that Hiccup’s ears rang. “Fine! I wanted it to be gentler today but have
it your way.” He reached between their bodies and undid his lower pants,
lowering them enough to free his aching cock. He pressed it against Hiccup’s
abused hole. It was already very tight but Dagur didn’t care as long as he
could to that incredible warmth and hugging muscles within.
“Dagur, wait!” Hiccup objected, trying to break free.
For a moment Dagur’s mind slipped back to a few years back when he had tried
objecting when his father wanted to show him love. He repeated the words spoken
to him. “If you’re going to fight me then I’m going in dry and see how you like
that.” He rammed into Hiccup, hurting himself and the younger boy but through
the pain he found that delicious tight warmth he craved ever since first
tasting the boy and he filled Hiccup to the brim with his cock, going balls
deep.
Hiccup screamed in agony as he was torn open but he didn’t get a chance to
adjust as Dagur sat up, still deep inside him, adjusted his legs and began
pounding relentless into him, pulling out until only the tip remained before
thrusting back in then repeated the process over and over again, Hiccup’s rear
bouncing against Dagur’s groin. Hiccup’s blood served as an excellent lubricant
and Dagur made sure to take note of that for later.
“Mine!” Dagur growled, sounding much like a dragon himself as he fucked the
younger boy senseless. “You’re like a girl, Hiccup, so thin and fragile
looking. Still, your ass is so much nicer than their pussies. You’re so tight.
I’m going to teach you to like being fucked. Maybe if you’re good I’ll teach
you how to top and maybe we’ll have some fun with your friend Astrid. I bet
she’s a real wildcat in bed.”
“Stay away from her,” Hiccup growled, anger filling him at the thought of his
friend being abused by Dagur.
Dagur’s eyes lit up. “You like her!” He rolled his hips and brushed against
Hiccup’s prostrate, making the younger’s eyes widen in pleasure.
“Stop…”
The older boy chuckled and lifted Hiccup until he was straddling Dagur’s lap.
He brushed the Hiccup’s hips down until every inch of his cock was buried deep
inside the younger boy, going deeper than previously. He grinned at Hiccup’s
gasp. “Tell you what, you start bouncing and if you make me cum I’ll let your
little bitch be.”
“She’s not a bitch and she’s not mine,” Hiccup ground out, glaring at Dagur.
“And how the hell do you expect me to bounce with only one leg?”
Dagur glanced down at the stump of Hiccup’s left leg. “You still have your
knee. Fine…” He held Hiccup’s hips tightly and lifted the smaller male up
before pushing down and thrusting upward at the same time. “Yes! Fuck yes,
you’re still as tight as last night. Gods, Hiccup, you and I will be perfect
together. Don’t you see? We belong together. You belong with me…to me.”
Hiccup could do nothing but hold on for the ride as his abused hole was pounded
into and ripped further but this time there was also an ounce of pleasure mixed
into the pain. Soon he wasn’t fighting against Dagur but pushing back, wanting
more and he indeed began to bounce along with the Berserker. “Uh…ngh…Da…gur…”
He clung to Dagur both afraid and thrilled by this new strange new feeling. It
was as if his ass was on fire yet pulsing with something he simply could
describe.
“See? So good…you’re so good, Hiccup, my brother…my mate,” Dagur mumbled, his
lips against Hiccup’s neck. His teeth grazed along the large vein on the side
of Hiccup’s neck, his tongue teasing it before he bite down hard and thrust
upward with all his might as his orgasm hit him.
Everything went blinding white to Hiccup as Dagur’s hard cock it that special
place inside him, triggering an orgasm unlike anything he felt before, far more
power than jerking himself off or even when Dagur sucked him off. His hips
jerked as his seed spilled over Dagur’s stomach in hot squirts that made his
head spin. The pain of the bite to his neck oddly enough only added to that
pain and without thinking he held Dagur’s head to his neck and sobbed in
pleasure. He’d never ever felt something so good that should have been so
painful. He almost cried when Dagur pulled away and lifted him off his now
deflated cock.
Dagur laughed as he sat the small boy back on the furs. “That was better than
last night,” he said in awe. He gave a twisted little giggle as he ran a thumb
over Hiccup’s lower lip. “I wonder just what that mouth would feel like suck my
cock.” His brown eyes danced with mirth at the thought before he looked at
himself and frowned. “You made a mess on me. You should….” He looked from
Hiccup’s perplexed face to Hiccup who watched them curiously. “…clean it up.”
Grabbing Hiccup by the arm he hauled the boy up and dragged him toward the
curious dragon. “What are you doing?” Hiccup demanded as he was forced to sit
in front of his best friend.
“I once had a wolfhound that Dad found during one of his raids when I was
young. There’s no better way to clean up such a mess than with a great big
tongue,” Dagur explained, inching closer to Toothless. “You want another treat,
boy? I think Hiccup could use some grooming, want to help?”
The dragon’s eyes narrowed as he glared at the redhead not trusting him in the
least even though he had fed him. Dagur firmly pushed his head toward Hiccup
and the moment the dragon saw his best friend me gave a little bleat, his head
tilting as if questioning what he should do.
“It’s okay, bud,” Hiccup assured. “I can use a little grooming. I’m kind of
sweaty.” He shuffled a little closer and presently his friend with his face,
knowing how Toothless had a habit of cleaning his face.
“No, no…not your face your ass,” Dagur grumbled. “I want him cleaning you prick
and your ass.”
Sighing, Hiccup rolled his eyes and laid down on the ground and opened his
legs. Toothless sniffed his nether regions before sticking out his tongue
through what gap the muzzle allowed and slowly licked at Hiccup’s rear and
balls. The boy shuddered at the feeling as a new wave of pleasure inched
through his groin and causing his dick to come to life again. The more
Toothless licked the harder he got until suddenly he came a second time with a
cry. Toothless quickly cleaned the mess, smacking his lips at the sweet and
salty taste.
“Okay, bud, enough, enough,” Hiccup insisted gently but firmly pushing the
dragon’s big black head away from him and then half crawling, half dragging
himself away. But he knew the look in his friend’s eyes. Toothless had found
something new to like and wanted more and for once he was actually happy
Toothless was tied up and unable to get to him or Thor only knew how far the
dragon would go for more of his new “treat”. He glanced to Dagur, expecting the
deranged Viking to be laughing his fool ass off. He wasn’t expected the glazed
look in the older boy’ eyes or for him to kneel before the black dragon and let
him clean Hiccup’s cum off his tunic as he petted him.
“Good dragon,” Dagur trilled. “You can have as much as you want. I’ll make sure
of it.”
Oh, Hiccup had a bad feeling about that.
***** Chapter 5 *****
The Fury before the Calm 5
Furs wrapped tightly around him, Hiccup leaned up against Toothless as he
watched Dagur with weary eyes. The older boy was brewing something that smelt
sickly sweet like some horrid medicine the elder would make. His nose wrinkled
in distaste. Whatever Dagur was making was bound to be a Berserker recipe that
would make him sick. The last time he visited Berserker Island and ate their
food he spent much of his stay in the bush excelling his bowels. It was summer
then, he hated the thoughts of having to do so in the middle of the blizzard
with no clothes. Speaking of which.
“Hey, Dagur?” he called, hoping the older boy was still reasonably calm.
Dagur looked up from the pot he was stirring. “Yeah?”
“Uh…where’s my clothing?”
The Berserker’s eyes narrowed as if expecting some sort of trap. “Why? You
don’t like your furs? I gutted four yaks for them.”
“No, no, they’re great but I have to do business and I’m pretty sure you don’t
want me doing it here.”
Dagur shrugged. “You can piss if you have to.”
“That’s not the issue.”
For a few seconds Dagur stared at him blankly, as if not comprehending the
problem and then he nodded toward a dark corner with a small outcropping of
rocks. “They’re over there.”
“You want to give me a hand?” Hiccup asked as he looked at the distance between
him and the rock cropping. It was a good thirty feet or more.
“Why? I thought you were the Dragon Conqueror,” Dagur said as he poked at the
flames.
Rolling his eyes, Hiccup placed a hand on Toothless’s shoulder and pushed
himself up onto his foot. He wobbled for a moment as his friend stuck his head
against Hiccup’s belly, trying to steady him. Hiccup placed his hands on the
dragon’s head and gently pushed him away. “Thanks, bud, but you’re still tied
up. I’ll manage.” There was sure as hell no way he was crawling for his
clothing regardless of his aching back and jelly like leg – it felt as if
something was still shoved deep inside him even though he knew there wasn’t –
even if it meant hopping and holding the rock wall. He took a deep breath and
began making the slow, painstaking trek around the cavern.
Dagur looked up, watching as the smaller boy held the wall and slowly hopped
toward his clothing while fighting to hold onto the fur wrapped tightly around
him. It was almost amusing and Dagur expected Hiccup to trip at any moment –
the boy was always clumsy – but there was a determination in Hiccup’s eyes that
was nothing like when they were kids. In a surprising amount of time Hiccup had
reached the dark corner, sat down on the cold rock floor and was tugging on his
clothes.
“Not the leg!” Dagur snapped when he saw Hiccup pull on the fake leg.
“I’m not hopping around in the snow,” Hiccup yelled back, his voice, as always,
strangely calm. He strapped on the harness to his upper calf and flexed his
knee. “What were you expecting me to do? Do my business at the entrance of the
cave? Yeah, that won’t attract wild animals.”
“Just hurry up and do what you have to do or I’ll kill the dragon,” Dagur
grumbled unhappily. “When you get back this should be ready.”
“What is it?”
“A Berserker drink. It’ll grow hair on your chest and pack some meat on your
bones.”
Throwing the fur next to the pile Hiccup hesitated next to the older boy and
took a look in the pot. A strange mixture of white and purple berries and
leaves were bubbling to the top. “Yeah, just what I need…to be as harry as my
dad.”
Missing the sarcasm Dagur brightened. “Exactly, right?”
Hiccup could help a tiny grin. “Sure, Dagur. I’ll be right back. Toothless…”
The dragon looked up with hopeful eyes. “Er..stay.” Yeah, like Toothless was
going anywhere tied up the way he was and the black beast did not seem to
appreciate his attempt at humor although Dagur chuckled and threw Toothless
another piece of jerky even though he said there was a limited amount. Maybe
Dagur was rethinking this whole kidnapping/hunting plan.
Outside was bitterly cold and the wind still howled but the snow had stopped.
Nonetheless there was at least two feet of snow and it came just over Hiccup’s
knee making it difficult to climb the hill to the nearest bushy area. By the
time he found a safe area to do his business his fingers felt like ice. He
dropped his draws, did what he had to, and hurried back to the warmth of the
cave, grabbing a little extra wood from fallen branches. He was never so happy
to be back in that cavern with furs wrapped around him and Toothless’s warm
body against his back and the fire to the front.
Dagur stoked the fire and placed the new branches close enough to dry out then
he poured two tin mugs full of his strange brew. He carried one to Hiccup and
then hesitantly sat next to him and sipped at his own drink. Hiccup stared at
the mug questioningly unsure of the berries. “So what type of berries are these
again?”
Dagur shrugged. “I never learned the name but a lot of my people drink it with
their mead, especially in the cold of winter or before hunts and battle. It’ll
warm you up.”
Still hesitant Hiccup tried a different tactic. “It looks sort of like
cranberries.”
The older youth shrugged and then said something a little odd. “You should see
how crazy it gets when everyone’s had their fill. Everyone challenge everyone.
My father used to throw some amazing competitions where we’d battle dragons
bare handed. There’s a reason we’re called Berserk.”
Hiccup stared at him as he drank the drink. “How long have you been drinking
this?”
Dagur became thoughtful. “Let’s see…five…six years now. Since my thirteenth
birthday.”
The year Dagur went from being a relatively normal Viking boy to this deranged
monster. “How often to you drink it?”
Another shrug. “Just about every day.”
Could it be that whatever these berries were that they were affecting Dagur’s
mind or was it all the strange things Oswald had done to him when he was
little? Hiccup wasn’t sure and he didn’t trust the drink one bit. But it was
hot and he was so cold and thirsty. Maybe a little sip wouldn’t hurt, just
enough to warm him up.
Despite the sweet smell it tasted rather bitter like tart fruity mead. His nose
wrinkled but he continued to sip in order to warm up. At least his fingers no
longer felt frozen. Dagur offered him some more jerky and he ate happily, only
realizing then he was starving and hadn’t eaten the last piece of jerky offered
to him. Dagur was right, the drink warmed him from head to toe but it also made
him feel sleepy. Not trusting Dagur to behave himself – the guy had already
raped him twice even if the second time was rather exciting near the end – he
began talking, not knowing what else to do and really wanting to know what was
wrong with the other boy. There had to be a reason the Dagur had gone from
being a typical bully to an insane maniac.
“So your Dad taught you how to make this?”
Dagur nodded.
“What else did he teach you?”
The older boy stared at his drink silently. “Lots of stuff.”
Silence fell between them for a few moments before Hiccup gathered the courage
to ask a very important question, one that had bothered not just him but all of
Berk. “Did you kill him?”
He didn’t think Dagur was going to answer at first but then in a very unDagur
voice the older boy whispered, “I had to. I couldn’t let him hurt her the way
he did me.”
“Who…your sister?”
A curt nod.
“He raped you. Dagur, how long?”
“I don’t know…since I was your age, maybe a little younger.”
Hiccup swore an oath. “Why didn’t you tell anyone?”
Dagur gave a snort and then laughed. “And who would ever believe the Great
Oswald the Agreeable who was thought of as absolutely harmless unless hunting
dragons would ever harm his children? Your father would have thrown me in the
barracks or proclaimed insane.”
“He almost did that on your last visit,” Hiccup snarked but Dagur didn’t pay
any attention.
“He probably would have killed me for disrespecting my father.”
“Almost did that, too.”
Dagur glared at him. “Now I remember why I tried drowning you. You never know
when to simply shut up and listen.”
Hiccup nodded with a shrug. “I blame that on my Dad.”
The older boy rolled his eyes in annoyance. “Well you get why I had to kill
him.”
“Yeah, I guess I do. So it wasn’t so you’d become chief?”
This time Dagur grinned. “Well it did come with some perks. Now no one will
dare touch my sister and I can assure she finds the right mate.”
Things were slowly starting to make sense. If Dagur’s father had been abusing
his two children then it was only natural that the boy would snap one day and
do the unthinkable. And Hiccup thought he had it hard with his Dad before
conquering Red Death but he could never imagine his father raping him, the odd
beating was expecting but rape? Never. However he could see how Dagur might
have thought Stoick would be the same as Oswald. He sipped at his drink, no
longer bothered by the strange taste. It was a taste he would soon adjust to.
It made him giddy and together the boys did something they hadn’t since they
were little. They were giggling uncontrollably as they talked and joked around,
the rape forgotten in a cloud of fog.
Toothless watched the two with curious eyes. He’d never heard Hiccup laugh like
that before and the strange redhead looked ready to full over. Worse, they
breath smell worse than rotted eel and it made Toothless shake his head and
press his nose against the rocky ground in an attempt to cover it without his
paws. He suddenly tensed when he felt the strange boy flop against his belly
next to Hiccup. Then, to his surprise, he heard both start snoring. The two had
fallen asleep. Surprised and a little concerned about the cold, Toothless
wrapped a wing around the two and tried to maintain the fire the best he could.
If only he could open his mouth he’d keep the flame high and bright.
. . .
Alvin looked up at the clearing sky. The fates were with them. It was still
cold but now they could see and the churning ocean waters had calmed. He looked
toward Mildew. “Dagur’s not fool enough to take the Dragon Trainer to Berserker
Island. Now what exactly did he say to you?”
“Nothing,” Mildew insisted for the umpteenth time but Alvin was not having any
of it.
He grabbed the old man by the throat. “When you gave him the poison arrows what
did he say?”
“That this would be the greatest hunt in history,” the old man stuttered.
Alvin’s eyes narrowed before he turned to the helmsman. “Search for islands
large enough to support plant life and hide dragons in. The boy wants a hunt
well now he’ll be the hunted and our prize…the Dragon Trainer!”
The Outcasts cheered with their leader proclamation.
“Dagur the Deranged will discover it’s not wise to double cross Alvin the
Treacherous!”
It might take a little time but Alvin was certain he’d fine the two boys before
this supposed hunt even began and who knows, if he “saved” Hiccup perhaps he
could convince the boy to train the dragons as a good grace. If not he had
other ways to make the boy do what he wanted.
***** Chapter 6 *****
The Fury before the Calm 6
Hiccup opened his eyes. He had waited over half an hour to make sure Dagur was
truly asleep. Nonetheless he waited an extra few minutes before making his
move. Reaching forward slowly he carefully removed the short sword from the
older boy’s belt, paused when Dagur shifted in his sleep, and then slowly sat
back with the sword behind him. He would have preferred a dagger or knife of
some sort but he wasn’t going to risk digging around in the Berserker’s boot
and waking him up. Reaching blindly behind him he felt for the ropes binding
Toothless’s front legs and did his best to slice through them without cutting
his best friend. He knew he did when the dragon tense and made a small bleating
sound but Toothless didn’t jerk away or jump and allowed Hiccup to continue
working. Worried he might do something worse, Hiccup slowly turned around. He
tried keeping one eye on what he was doing while keeping the other on Dagur who
was sure to beat him to a pulp if he woke up to see him freeing his dragon.
“Sorry, buddy, I’m going as fast as I can,” he whispered. He wasn’t quite sure
what he would do once Toothless was free. His harness and all the hardware
Hiccup had painstakingly built to help him fly were gone. Dagur had taken and
most likely destroyed everything. It was a miracle the Berserker had not
destroyed his leg. He must have decided to set it aside in one of his more
lucid moments.
Toothless gave him a bleat of cheer when the ropes finally fell away and even
Hiccup felt a moment of cheer. “Shh…shh… Okay, one pair free now for the back.”
He turned back toward Dagur who just happened to be leaning against said hind
legs.
Carefully, Hiccup inched closer, planning to slide around Dagur when the older
boy moved slightly and suddenly opened his eyes. “What are you…”
Hiccup didn’t know what to do. He panicked and did something he knew he was
sure to regret for as long as he lived. He kissed Dagur before the other boy
had a chance to realize his sword was missing. He wrapped his free arm around
Dagur’s neck, pulling him close while he slipped the sword between the ropes
and freed Toothless’s back legs. Dagur jerked, breaking free of the kiss to see
what Hiccup was doing but the younger boy leaned the sword against Toothless’s
legs and wrapped both arms around Dagur’s neck, forcing him to focus solely on
him as he kissed the older boy as hard as he could. Now Hiccup wasn’t used to
kissing, in fact he had never really kissed anyone before except his mother
when he was little, before she passed away. He’d been kissed a few times,
usually by Astrid after receiving a punch to the shoulder and once by Ruffnut
although he still wasn’t sure what that was all about, then Dagur. So he really
wasn’t sure what he was doing other than pressing his lips to the other boy’s.
But he felt something deep inside stir at the contact, as if he wanted more and
that scared him as his body betrayed him to arousal.
Dagur chuckled. “You really are new to this,” he taunted was he broke free of
the clumsy kiss.
Hiccup nodded and gave his most embarrassed lopsided smile. “Yep, all very new.
Look, I think it’s clearing up outside. Maybe we should get some more wood or
do some finishing. I think Toothless ate just about all your jerky and…”
“It can wait,” Dagur purred as he pushed Hiccup to the ground.
Toothless gave a low growl thinking his friend was in danger. Hiccup make a
small hand gesture to assure he was fine while his eye remained locked on
Dagur’s. His body felt unusually hot especially considering how cold it was
outside. He momentarily wondered if it was the rock walls bouncing the heat
from the fire that was causing his palms to sweat and belly to twist with
something keen to desire. “Couse it can,” he muttered, his throat suddenly dry.
Dagur leaned over him and pressed his forehead against Hiccup’s. “Here, let me
show you had this is supposed to be done.”
Time seemed to run slow as Dagur lowered his mouth to Hiccup’s. The smaller boy
stared up at him for an impossibly long time before feeling courageous and
filling the small distance between them, pressing his lips to Dagur’s instead.
The older boy smiled into the kiss before moving his lips to show Hiccup how to
fit his in properly. Then he swiped his tongue over Hiccup’s lower lip, then
teeth and slowly urged Hiccup to open his mouth. There he plundered Hiccup’s
mouth, swiped his tongue against the younger boy’s and deepened the kiss as his
hands moved down Hiccup’s body. He did away with Hiccup’s belt and lifted the
tunic enough to get to the trousers and then his large hand delved inside to
cup and squeeze the small firm ass. Hiccup squeaked but didn’t pull away or
object. In fact the heat in his belly only grew in intensity. All thoughts of
escape suddenly left him.
The kiss never broke as Dagur pulled the trousers down Hiccup’s hips to his
knees, not bothering to try to remove them over the fake leg. He could get to
his prize without stripping Hiccup completely and Hiccup didn’t realize until
Dagur broke the kiss that it was him that had continued it so long and had his
arms so tightly around Dagur’s neck. The older boy chuckled in amusement at the
slightly perplexed and lust filled look on his face.
“See, the drink is good right? It warms you up and calms you down,” he said as
if talking to a child. He ran a thumb over Hiccup’s lips but didn’t try
sticking his fingers in the smaller boy’s mouth again. He learned from the last
time. “And it makes your insides all nice and tingly.”
“What?” Hiccup asked. His insides did feel all weird and tingly. This was
caused by the drink? He couldn’t think, Dagur was stroking his dick, gently
pulling and making every part of him focus on that rather than the situation at
hand. Toothless was free…they had to escape. They had to…
“I want to try something,” Dagur said, completely removing Hiccup’s trouser
from his good leg. Hiccup couldn’t help but nod as he tried to think past the
fog that had enveloped him almost the moment he pressed his body against
Dagur’s. The older boy took that as a good sign and rolled Hiccup onto his
belly then slipped down between his legs. He wrapped an arm under Hiccup’s hips
and lifted him up until he was on his knees and his rump was in Dagur’s face.
Then the older boy pulled both cheeks apart to see the quivering hole hidden
between. His ran one finger over the tight ring before lowering his face and
licking it, then pushed his tongue until he slid inside a fraction at a time.
Hiccup wasn’t quite as tight as before and with the heat of the tongue mixed
with the drink his body responded much more positively. Dagur was able to slip
over half his tongue inside with next to no trouble and began licking and
thrusting eagerly. This was almost as good as pussy. He began pumping Hiccup’s
cock in time with his tongue’s thrusts.
“Ngh…uh…Dagur…” Hiccup couldn’t say stop this time, it felt far too good. He
was going to cum. His cock was so hard. He nearly screamed when Dagur squeezed
the base of his dick and stopping the orgasm that was about to roll over them.
He felt so hot…he needed to cum and get that heat out of him. “Dagur…” he
whined.
Toothless could see Hiccup was in distress but not in pain and he wasn’t sure
whether or not to help. He had been able to work his muzzle off while the
larger boy was distracted by Hiccup’s rump so he could just fire a plasma blast
and chase the Berserker away and keep the satchel of food for himself and his
young friend, but the look on Hiccup’s face gave him pause. He looked to be
liking what Dagur was doing to his behind so rather than attack he licked
Hiccup’s face. That might now have been so wise. Hiccup jerked, pushing back
into Dagur as if the escape the warmth of Toothless’s tongue.
Dagur almost choked but then he realized what Hiccup was doing. He was trying
to ride Dagur’s face just as those girls did when they were given head. He
didn’t like it but if it meant Hiccup would loosen up and do as he wanted than
he could go with it. He tongue fucked the boy for a little longer before
wiggling in two fingers and stretching those muscles more. He had an idea and
he wanted to see just how much he could stretch his new lover. Maybe if he
worked hard enough he could stretch him enough for the dragon to mount him. He
wasn’t really into bestiality himself but seeing how close Hiccup was to his
dragon then maybe… He slipped in a third finger but that was as far as he could
go. He pushed them in as deep as he could and finger fucked the boy. Okay, so
maybe not yet but in time perhaps. Oh well, at least the beast could clean up
the mess afterward. He got to his knees and pulled down his own trousers before
grinning absently at the sight of Toothless licking his master and lining up
his throbbing cock to Hiccup’s hole. Then, with one might thrust, filled his
lover completely and nearly knocked him flat on the ground.
“I want this fast and hard, the Viking way. You want that to, right? We’re
Vikings.” He held Hiccup’s hips firmly to keep him up on his knees. “I want you
to keep up and ride my cock, got it? You want my cock don’t you? You want to
fill it all the way up here.” He pressed his hand against Hiccup’s upper belly.
Hiccup grunted in response. Dagur smirked and looked to Toothless. “And after
you get a nice treat for being a good dragon.”
The dragon looked at him with those big eyes as if not completely
understanding.
“It’s alright, bud. I’m okay,” Hiccup assured before gasping as Dagur began
moving. It hurt but in a strangely good way and he pushed back as he was told
to. The cavern filled with the sounds of slapping flesh and moans. And
somewhere deep in Hiccup’s mind he wondered how it all came to this and how he
had allowed himself to be put into such a position but those thoughts all fled
as Dagur did weird things to his body. He sobbed as his nipples were twisted
and cock squeezed and pumped or his hair yanked. Dagur fisted his cock,
refusing to let him come when he or so desperately need to.
“It might hurt now but you’ll appreciate it soon. I’m going to make you cum so
hard you’ll pass out. You’re going to drink my cum this time. It’s going to
fill your belly from both ends,” Dagur announced as pulled Hiccup onto his lap
and yanked his head against his shoulder. “You like that idea, huh?”
“Not particularly,” Hiccup managed to mutter.
Dagur only laughed and pushed him back onto his knees. “You don’t know what you
want yet. I’ll tell you what you want…a nice hard cock up your ass and in your
mouth. I bet you could take two…maybe three men at once.”
“No!”
“Then say you’re mine. Say it, Hiccup, and mean it. You and I we’ll return our
nations to their former glory!” To his surprise Hiccup didn’t say what he
wanted. He pulled free, twisted around and shoved Dagur on the ground before
climbing on his lap and impaling himself with a cry. Dagur’s eyes widened in
shock as the younger boy rode him but it didn’t matter. It felt good and even
without speaking Hiccup just proved he belonged to Dagur. Whether or not he
realized it just yet was another question but Dagur didn’t care, he got what he
wanted. Hiccup was his.
His brows furrowed when he glanced at Toothless who was watching them
anxiously. “Why is your dragon free?”
Hiccup froze and nearly fell on his downward thrust, his elbow hitting the
larger boy in the gut. His eyes grew wide as they met Dagur’s. Oh shit, we’re
dead.
. . .
“Smoke to the port side!” an Outcast yelled to Alvin and pointing to the left.
He quickly handed the scope to his leader.
Alvin took it and looked through. “What smoke? I barely see a wisp.”
“It’s over twenty knots from here, sir, and very faint but I saw smoke and
there’s no volcanoes in that direction. It has to be them,” the Outcast
insisted.
Alvin gave a nod and called to the helmsman. “Alter course. We’re going to
check it out.”
. . .
Stoick gathered the dragon riders. They had already searched four islands with
no luck and it was time to move on. With every passing minute his fear for
Hiccup grew. He never should have left his boy alone.
***** Chapter 7 *****
The Fury before the Calm 7
Fear filled Hiccup at the expected rage he thought would be in Dagur’s eyes and
he quickly scrambled off the older boy’s lap to defend his dragon. He tripped
over his pant leg, his mind racing, trying to come up with a way to safely
escape the Berserker but his mind came up blank as if hitting a rock wall and
all he could do was stare at Dagur as he got to his feet and towered over him.
He expected to be struck down, even killed and Toothless’s growl resonating
through his head. He reached out for the black dragon hoping to calm him and
somehow sooth both the dragon and Berserker without one of them killing the
other.
“Look, I know this is bad but Toothless can’t stay tied up like that. You
already took away his ability to fly and we’re on an island in the middle of
winter. It’s not as if we can escape or – uhmm!” Before he could say or do
anything more Dagur had pushed him against Toothless and was kissing him again,
as if nothing had happened. His large hands cupped Hiccup’s small ass and
lifted him up until their groins lined up and he entered the smaller boy once
more, the fluid already in Hiccup’s rear making it easy to slide in and out.
Hiccup’s mind went completely blank then, all thoughts of escaping or defending
Toothless gone as Dagur seemed to focus solely on the sweet spot deep within
Hiccup until the smaller boy was crying and keening for more. The heir of the
Hairy Hooligans felt as if he was on fire, as if every part of him was filled
with unimaginable heat and before he could figure out this new strange feeling
his back arched, pushing against Toothless as the dragon bleated in concern,
his large head rubbing against his shoulder. “Ngh…ehh…Da…gur….”
The Berserker shoved Hiccup’s tunic up until it was under the boy’s armpits and
showed off his pebbled nipples. Ducking his head he took one into his mouth,
sucking like a hungry babe. It made Hiccup squirm and wiggle more. Dagur moved
to the other nipple and sucked just as hard but this time, rather than letting
it go he sucked the flesh deeper into his mouth before biting down on it. He
grinned when Hiccup let out a scream before his hot cum splattered all over
Dagur’s stomach. Before he came Dagur pulled out and pressed his rock hard cock
against Hiccup’s belly. His right hand fisted in the young Hooligan’s hair as
he licked Hiccup’s lips. “Fine, he can stay untied if you put this wonder mouth
to work. I’ve got a very special treat for you.”
Hiccup didn’t know why, one part of him screamed it was wrong, but he nodded
and knelt before Dagur, facing something far larger than he ever could imagine
a teen’s cock to be. A full grown man sure – he had seen enough naked men at
the bath house – but this would probably put most of those men to shame.
Tentatively he opened his mouth and wrapped it around the head of the dick. His
tongue ran over the pulled foreskin then down the shaft and back up. He did
this a few more times before gently sucking. The sucking increased as he felt
bolder, not so frightened. After all, Dagur had done this to him and it had
felt incredible so he could to the same. Then Dagur began thrusting in his
mouth, his large hands fisting in Hiccup’s hair and the younger boy all but
gagged at the sudden movement. He tried moving with Dagur and keep some sort of
control but in the end he gave up and simply let Dagur fuck his mouth. That
cock banged up against his throat but it didn’t hurt and Hiccup felt slightly
giddy by this. He was making Dagur lose his mind, the guy couldn’t even keep a
rhythm.
“Swallow it all, Hic,” Dagur breathed as he placed one hand on Toothless’s
shoulder to hold his balance. The dragon gave a little growl but seemed more
concerned for his rider than the fact Dagur was touching him. Dagur watched
with lustful eyes as the large black head rubbed against Hiccup’s cheek before
a large pink tongue snaked out to lick the boy and unintentionally swiped over
the base of Dagur’s cock and pelvis. That did the young chieftain in. He shoved
every inch of his length down Hiccup’s throat as his seed rushed out of him.
“Swallow! Swallow it all, Hiccup! Yes! Yes, lick me. Lick it clean!” He wasn’t
sure who he was talking to. He could feel Hiccup’s throat working to drink his
cum while Toothless licked him and Hiccup, cleaning any spunk that leaked from
Hiccup’s lips. It felt so good, so unbelievingly good. Withdrawing his deflated
cock from Hiccup’s mouth he presented it to the dragon and shuddered in delight
as the beast licked him from his balls to his belly, not only cleaning his
spunk but also what Hiccup had spilled on him, all the while he kept a hand
fisted in Hiccup’s hair to make him watch. “Yes, good dragon. Good boy.” He
came a second time, the rush of semen splashing over the large tongue. Dagur’s
grin grew and he fisted his cock and turned toward Hiccup once more, pumping
every last bit of cum on the Hooligan’s face for Toothless to lick up. When he
was empty his knees felt wobbly and he let Hiccup go as he sagged to his knees.
“Oh wow…now that was a rush.”
He looked toward Hiccup who looked ready to either pass out or throw up. He was
on all fours, his face pale and eyes impossible large. Dagur adjusted his pants
to cover himself then flopped down next to the younger boy and pulled him
close. “You better not chuck that up or I’m going to be really insulted,” he
said as he kissed Hiccup, tasting his own cum on the smaller boy’s tongue.
“I don’t feel so well…” Hiccup moaned, his head spinning. Vertigo filled his
senses and he slumped against Dagur, not passing out but feeling as if he
should. Everything seemed so intense, so vivid and he couldn’t explain why. He
felt Dagur palming his cock and it sent a surge through him, as if his world
was exploding. “St…top…too much. I’m burning up…”
“Course you are. Isn’t it great?”
Hiccup shook his head. He didn’t understand and surely didn’t like it. It
wasn’t like before when he suddenly felt to need to be touched, to be
fucked…this was different, almost painful.
“It’s okay, love. I’ll make you some more of our drink. Meanwhile your dragon’s
going to take care of you. He really does like cum, huh? You and me, we’re
going to make an amazing team. We’re going to unite our tribes through our new
bond!” Dagur declared as he moved to his satchel. He began loading the pot with
dried berried and leaves. He then took the pot to the entrance of the cave to
gather snow to melt for the herbal drink. “We’re going to bring a new order to
the Vikings.”
Hiccup did hear any of what Dagur said. His body felt on fire as Toothless
groomed his neither regions, making him painfully hard once more and he
couldn’t understand by. With all the sex he’d had since waking up the day
before he shouldn’t be able to get hard so soon again. Nonetheless he was and
worse, he could see that Toothless was turned on as well, his long pointed red
penis gutting out from its sheath. “Toothless, no…bad dragon…bad Dagur for
teaching you naughty things,” he grouse, his tongue suddenly feeling numb and
far too large for his mouth. He moved it around in his mouth trying to
understand why his tongue felt so weird, yet it, like everything else, was
forgotten as his mind went blank. What was wrong with him? Why couldn’t he
focus? His back arched as he came against Toothless’s tongue. The dragon licked
it all up, his hips pumping and cock stabbing at air, obviously wanting Hiccup
to take care of him like he did Dagur.
“No…”Hiccup moaned as he pushed his friend’s snort away. “No, Toothless…too
tired.” His eyes closed and for a brief second he wondered why he didn’t just
say, “No, it’s not happening, bud” rather than saying he was too tired. Still,
he was extremely tired but he couldn’t sleep. He felt wired and even though he
could seem to move he didn’t hurt. In fact every part of him was so sensitive,
almost burning…as if he needed to be touched and it only grew worse when he
wasn’t. He pressed the butt of his hands over his eyes. “What did you give me?”
he demanded of Dagur unsure if the Berserker was even there. “What are those
berries?” He almost gasped as an arm wrapped under his neck and lifted him up.
The tart hot liquid was pressed to his lips and he had no choice but to drink
or have it spilt all over his over sensitive body.
“It’s makes everything better, Hic,” Dagur voice said, sounding so far away
even though he was right next to him. “Drink up. I need you nice and relaxed
for what I want to try next.”
“Wh…what?” Hiccup asked, his voice dry despite the odd mind numbing drink.
Dagur lowered his lips to Hiccup’s ear as if telling him a grand secret. “Your
dragon’s been humping the air ever since you came in his mouth. I think he
wants to fuck you as much as I do and I’ve been dying to see him mount you.”
Hiccup shook his head but even that little movement made him feel as if he
would throw up. He quickly covered his mouth and held it in, not wanting to
anger the deranged Viking and swallowed the bile back down. He winced slightly
when Dagur stroked his cheek in a loving manner.
“Oh come on, Hic. I bet it’ll be amazing. Have you seen the size of his cock?
It’ll make any Viking weep with envy and it’s all yours. He wants you, just
look at him,” Dagur coaxed as he ran his thumb over Hiccup’s lower lip.
“Please? This is your chance to prove just how Viking you are. You’ll earn the
respect of every Viking worldwide. They’ll be terrified of anyone who can take
on a dragon.”
Hiccup covered his face and tried to think but it was next to impossible. His
mind felt numb and body on fire and all he could think of was the strange
pleasure he had come to crave. “They will?” he murmured.
“Yes,” Dagur insisted with an encouraging smile. He wasn’t really sure and
didn’t care either. Hiccup and Toothless were his and they were going to be a
big happy family. No one would know what happened while they were on the island
and if anyone so much as suspected something he would gut them to protect what
belonged to him. He stroked Hiccup’s hair, wanting so much for the younger boy
to do as he wished without being forced. He was a little worried about how the
Berserker drink was affecting Hiccup. Maybe he was too scrawny for powerful
drink. It did have a habit of making smaller Vikings a little ill the first few
times but it also opened them up to new experiences as well as ease one’s
nerves before battle.
He glanced to Toothless’s impressive organ and felt a tinge of cock envy. He so
wanted to see Hiccup impaled by that. It was a weird new fetish. He simply
wanted to see Hiccup kneeling before the dragon and take every inch of him
inside until his entire belly was filled and there was more than enough cum in
Hiccup to making it a smooth transaction. But he didn’t want to simply watch
the dragon fuck the Hooligan heir he wanted to experience it in every possible
way.
“I can’t,” whispered Hiccup, his eyes droopy.
“Come on, Hiccup,” Dagur urged, his voice taking on a commanding tone that was
sure to get the other boy moving. “I’ll be right there with you.”
Toothless made a strange keening sound, as if agreeing with Dagur. It made the
young chieftain look at him questioningly. He had expected the dragon to attack
him by now since he was free but instead he was helping him. Perhaps it was the
scent of sex that was making him so agreeable. Whatever the cause, he was
coming to like the Nightfury.
“I promise, after this you can sleep as long as you want,” Dagur encouraged.
When Hiccup didn’t move right away he laid down parallel to him, his feet next
to Hiccup’s head and head next to his feet then grasped narrow hips and flipped
Hiccup on top of him so that his dick hung right above Dagur’s face like a
delicious treat. He gave it a playful lick. Dagur couldn’t really go another
round but he sure as hell was going to watch every moment of Hiccup getting his
pretty little ass fucked by his precious pet dragon…no, their pet dragon.
“Dagur!” Hiccup snapped only to have the larger boy push his head down against
his covered groin and his rear up in the air where Toothless was sniffing it.
“Toothless, no!” He eeped when he felt his friend’s long warm tongue run from
his over sensitive balls up the crack of his ass to probe his leaking hole. He
moaned softly at the rush of burning pleasure. Then large paws were gripping
his waist just above where Dagur held his hips. And then something pointed
pushed into him.
Dagur licked his lips as he watched that large red length push into Hiccup,
inch by slow painful inch as the dragon’s penis went from a pointy tip to an
incredibly thick length and even thicker base. There Dagur noticed something he
hadn’t before, a knot. His eyes widened. The dragon had a knot! That meant it
was ready to mate and would fill Hiccup’s belly with a ton a cum! He wanted to
see that. He wanted that knot inside Hiccup where it would swell and the boy
would be stuck there until the dragon was empty. He just wasn’t quite sure how
to make sure that happened. He wasn’t given much time to think about that as
Hiccup suddenly jerked and tried to pull free.
“No…” the boy cried in a tired and pathetic voice as he fought to escape as
Toothless began moving.
Dagur tightened his hold on Hiccup’s hips and pushed him back into Toothless.
The dragon took that as a signal to move and move he did. His hips slapped
against Hiccup’s with each powerful thrust as he tried to push every inch of
his massive length into the much smaller being. Dagur watched in utter delight
as Hiccup’s belly expanded and quivered with each thrust. He had never seen
anything light it before and he was entranced. He could almost see the dragon’s
cock inside the boy.
“Yes…yes…Hiccup, you’re beautiful. Doesn’t it feel good? You’re bleeding. He
tore you open more but you should see this. It’s better than that stupid
chicken. Gods, even with on the preparation you must be so tight!” he said
excitedly.
Hiccup didn’t answer not that Dagur expected him to. The younger boy must have
been in Valhalla with pleasure, all Dagur could hear from him was blabbering
and soft moans. His cock was growing hard which only proved Dagur’s point.
Hiccup had to be loving this because his dragon obviously was. Toothless was
growling and keening, his hips jerking with each movement as the knot grew. No,
no, no! The knot needed to be inside Hiccup! As Toothless thrust forward Dagur
shoved Hiccup’s hips backward with enough force for the dragon to push that
knot inside where it locked in place. Dagur instantly regretted that. Now
rather than having Hiccup kneeling above him the boy was being push and pulled
with every thrust, as if he were some rag doll.
Hiccup cried out at the way he was suddenly thrown about, unable to get any
purchase. “Dagur?” he asked as the older boy scrambled to his feet. “What just
happened? Toothless? Bud? Hey, put me down!”
Dagur watched with large eyes as the smaller boy was plowed into until
Toothless suddenly reared up and gave a loud roar that made both boys cover
their ears. A few more shallow thrusts and then the dragon purred contently and
flopped onto his side, Hiccup still attached to him. His wings wrapped
protectively around his boy before his large green eyes closed and he fell into
a deep slumber.
“Dagur?” Hiccup murmured from somewhere under the leathery wing. “Help, I’m
stuck!”
Perhaps this wasn’t one of his brighter ideas, Dagur decided as he climbed
under the wing to help his lover out, but it was one of the hottest. Maybe next
time he’d let the dragon mount him…maybe not. The knot inside Hiccup took over
a half hour to shrink and release the young heir by which time the youth had
passed out. Nonetheless, Dagur would never forget the image of that big cock
filling such a tight hole. When Hiccup came down from his high he was sure to
be in a lot of pain. Perhaps he should start brewing some more of the Berserker
drink. At least that will dull the pain.
***** Chapter 8 *****
The Fury before the Calm 8
They were here, Alvin was sure of it. He smelt the smoke in the air. It hung
low in the cold winter sky and surrounded the island like a halo. There was no
doubting he was close now. Soon the dragon trainer would be his and there would
be no escaping this time. No. If Dagur had listened to him then Hiccup’s pet
dragon were be unable to fly without all that hardware and fake tail. If the
boy did as he was told Hiccup and Toothless were near helpless. Of course that
was if Dagur listened. The boy had already changed their hard worked out plans
with this little stunt of his but he was also quite determined to capture
Hiccup so whatever the reason it was personal. The two had history according to
Mildew. Apparently since both were sons of chiefs they had been forced to visit
each other since birth and while they weren’t close friend wise they were often
seen as rowdy cousins either trying to avoid each other or the elder of the two
bullying the younger. Alvin could see that. Hiccup was so smaller and scrawny
that it was impossible to see him as anything but a target for cruelty by the
bigger and tougher kids. Still he had to wonder what was going on in Dagur’s
head. What did he have planned for little Hiccup?
Mildew was standing near the bow with the scope a frown creasing his withered
features as he searched the rocky mountain for signs of the boys or the dragon.
“Nothing,” he grumbled even as the Outcast ship neared the cove. “I don’t see
any sign of life other than a few Terrible Terrors. Are you certain this is the
island? Dagur made it clear he planned to hunt Toothless but there’s no
evidence of such a thing. Even with all the snow there should be something.”
“Aye, they’re here. I can feel it,” Alvin nearly purred as he looked up at the
mountain and the trailing smoke. There had to be a cave on the other side that
the boys were hiding in. “Cast anchor. We’re searching this island. I want
those boys alive and unharmed…well reasonably unharmed.”
. . .
Dagur couldn’t believe it. He was lying next to Hiccup under the wings of a
Nightfury. A Nightfury! He ran a hand over the leathery appendage, marveling
over the warmth emanating from it. The dragon seemed to purr at the contact and
nuzzle closer to Hiccup who was still half naked and sound asleep. Toothless
curled around both boys, his tail wrapping around Dagur almost possessively.
Dagur didn’t mind, if felt nice to be hugged by someone even if it was a dragon
that he had planned on killing.
Rolling onto his side he stroked that tail. So much had changed in such a short
amount of time. He almost felt bad for removing the fake tail fin and all the
harness Hiccup had made but at least the boy and dragon were his. When his men
came back for them he would take them to Berserker Island and show Hiccup what
it meant to truly be a Viking and ride a dragon…although Hiccup did do a good
job handling the beast deep inside him. He absently wondered it Hiccup was
hurt. He had bled an awful lot while Toothless plundered his sweet tight ass.
Maybe he should make sure the younger boy was alright.
Not bothering to remove Toothless’s tail from around his waist he inched closer
to Hiccup. The dragon’s impressive length had slid back into its sheath but the
evidence of what had transpired was all over Hiccup’s rump. His ass and thighs
were bruised to an almost dark purple. Cum and blood coated every inch of it.
It was such a delicious sight. Dagur licked his lips. The dragon hadn’t
bothered cleaning Hiccup up, they had both passed out after Toothless had mated
with his rider so Dagur came to the conclusion it was his turn. Besides, he
never tasted dragon cum before and if nothing he loved a new experience.
Besides, considering how Hiccup took that knot like a man he deserved a little
loving.
He ran his tongue over that abused ass, licking and suckling the hole as he
slowly stroked Hiccup’s limp cock. The other boy was far too out of it to
notice anything and didn’t even stir as he was tongue fucked and suckled until
he was nearly clean but Dagur stopped when Toothless suddenly awoke and his
head jerked up and looked about. Dagur froze as an unfamiliar feeling of fear
filled him. Maybe he had gone too far by letting the dragon have his way with
Hiccup. Maybe he now had a fight on his hands for who would dominate Hiccup.
But to his surprise the dragon carefully uncurled from around the young
Hooligan and padded toward the cave opening, his frills raised high as a low
growl rumbled through him. Dagur watched in confusion before fetching some furs
and covering Hiccup. There was no need for his mate to fall ill because the
stupid dragon suddenly had to do his business.
“What’s the matter with you?” he grumbled as he followed the dragon to the
entrance. He couldn’t see anything but something sure had the beast agitated.
Carefully, he placed a hand on the large shoulder. “Would you calm down? Hic is
sleeping and quite frankly I’d like to try fisting him while he’s still loose.”
The dragon growled and head bunted him.
“Hey!”
There was another warning growl before the dragon scented the air.
“Fine, you can mount him again. I’ve got no problem with that as long as I can
fuck him right after. I want to feel his belly full of cum and have it slosh
around my cock as I pound him. You and me, we could dominate him. He’s such a
good little bitch and… What?”
The dragon was acting rather particular and suddenly Dagur wished Hiccup was
awake to translate what the problem was. Then Toothless’s wings flared as if he
were about to take flight and he pushed Dagur back into the cave with one paw.
The Berserker would have snapped at the dragon but he noticed it to. At first
he thought he was seeing things but then he made out the Outcast flag that one
Viking was holding. The Outcasts were there. They were at the bottom of the
hill but the island was small and they would be to the cave within the hour. If
they made it inside there would be no escaping. The cave wasn’t really
defendable. It had two entrances and Dagur wasn’t quite sure which way to go.
He hadn’t planned for this.
Rushing back inside, he shook Hiccup. “Hic…Hiccup. Wake up. Time to go. Come
on, no more beauty sleep.” He gently pulled Hiccup’s pants back up to his waist
and fastened the belt. He really wished he had time to thoroughly clean his
lover but not while Alvin was on the island.
“Uh…wha…” Hiccup moaned as he blinked bleary eyes open. “What’s going on? Ow…”
He shifted and tried to sit up but nearly fell flat on his face. “Okay…I think
I ought to lay back down.”
“Nope, no time. Up and at them. Come on oh might dragon conqueror, let’s go.”
Dagur wrapped one arm under Hiccup’s and pulled him to his feet.
“Why do I feel like I’ve been trampled by a herd of Gronkles?”
“Nope just a Night Fury.”
“What? Why would Toothless do that? Ow…I can’t feel my legs. Dagur? Where are
we?”
The side effect of the drink was wearing off, no doubt due to be being sweated
out during sex but this was really a bad time for that. He needed Hiccup to be
able to focus and walk not fall down and pass out. Grabbing a mug near the fire
and pressed it to Hiccup’s lips. “Drink. I know it tastes awful when cold but…”
“Tastes awful regardless,” Hiccup grumbled but he drank it anyway.
“It’ll take away the pain,” Dagur finished as Hiccup finished the drink and
broke into a coughing fit. Holding the smaller male tightly he kicked dirt over
the fire and put it out then reached for his cross bow. It was hard maneuvering
with Hiccup in one arm but he managed to grab the crossbow and one sword.
“You’re in no condition to fight. I want you to go with your dragon and find
some place to hide, alright. I’ll deal with Alvin.”
“Alvin? Alvin’s here? Please tell me you didn’t decide to team up with that
wacko.” Hiccup muttered, his voice slightly whiny due to the whole body ache
that was only starting to numb and lack of sleep.
Dagur shrugged. “It was supposed to be a distraction for your father. He wasn’t
supposed to find us. That stupid old man just couldn’t keep his mouth shut.”
Hiccup pressed the butt of his hand against his forehead. “Mildew,” he grumbled
the name like a curse. “I should have known.” He felt slightly better. His body
didn’t hurt so much. Carefully, he pulled away from the larger boy. “What did
you do with Toothless’s harness? I can get it back on him and we can fly out of
here.”
“I destroyed it,” Dagur reminded him.
“Why? Why would you do that?” He threw up his arms in frustration. “Now we’re
stuck on an island teaming with Outcasts! And I thought Snotlout was a
butthead! Okay, okay. Let me think. Did you happen to steal my shield when you
raided my house?”
Dagur gave him a blank look.
“You know, the ornate one that changes into a crossbow?”
“Oh…that one. No. Look, here’s a sword. Take your dragon and head to the top of
the mountain.”
Hiccup only rolled his eyes and began hobbling toward Toothless and the
entrance. “Okay bud, can you send these guys on a merry chance while we sneak
down to the shore and steal a ship? Then met me down there and we’ll go home,
okay? We’ll forget this whole thing ever happened.”
“Wait, that’s not the plan!” Dagur objected. “We’re not stealing some ship and
going back to Berk. This is our spot. This is where we belong.”
“Dagur, I don’t know what you have planned but if you think I’m going to sit
around and wait for Alvin to capture me and try forcing me to train his dragons
you’ve got another thing coming.,” Hiccup snapped as he glanced at Dagur. He
then gave Toothless a nod and hand gesture and the beast darted out of the
cave. A moment later the yells of surprised Vikings and angry dragon could be
heard in the distance. “Look, whatever those berries are they aren’t good for
you.”
“You can feel your legs again,” Dagur pointed out.
Hiccup shook his head. “Not the point. What happened last night? I barely
remember anything but…” His face flushed making his freckles stand out and he
quickly turned away. “Look, I just want to go home and forget all this. You can
come with me. Dad will help you. If he knew what your Dad did he’d…”
“I don’t need your sympathy.”
Hiccup gave a curt nod and walked outside. “Fine, I’ll meet you at the shore.”
He stormed out of the cave, his eyes searching the shore line to see where the
Outcasts could have possibly moored this ships but he couldn’t see any. Perhaps
they were on the other side of the island. He looked around, careful of
Outcasts and prepared to make the long trek downhill. His body still hurt and
his prosthetic leg felt as if it was on wrong and made the rest of his leg
itch. He really felt as if he’d taken a pounding but his mind was still
slightly numb and what he remembered came in flashes that would make him pause
as his heart raced. He shook his head. This was not the time to dwell on what
might have happened. Nonetheless focusing was becoming increasingly difficult
the longer it took for him to get downhill and he moved far slower than he was
accustomed to.
He didn’t hear anyone near him as he grabbed tree trunks and branches for
support. He’s legs were becoming wobbly at the steep angle and his back kept
tensing. A large arm wrapped around his waist and yanked off his feet and held
against a massive chest. He let out a surprised yelp which was quickly muffled
against a beefy hand.
“Hello, Hiccup. Have you been enjoying your little vacation with young Dagur?”
Alvin sneered in his ear.
Hiccup kicked and struggled, straining against the large man in an attempt to
get free but the Outcast leader was nearly four times his size and had an iron
grip and not even biting him would break the man’s grip. Still, Hiccup tried
and he strained until the collar of his tunic pulled back and a bright purple
bite mark was revealed.
Alvin looked at in surprise. There was a perfect imprint of human teeth again
the pale flesh as well as bruises to Hiccup’s wrists that were clinging to the
hand over his mouth. Curious the Viking placed the boy on his feet and lifted
the tunic over his belly to see similar bruises and claw marks all over him.
“Well, well, it would seem you and Dagur have been really enjoying yourselves,”
he chided with a lopsided grin. “And here I was afraid the boy was going to
kill you and that dragon of yours. Is that what it takes to motivate you? A
good fuck?” He pressed his bearded face next to Hiccup’s, his vile fish breath
breathing along the boy’s face. “How about I show you what a real Viking man is
like?”
Hiccup squeezed his eyes shut and tried kicking the man with his fake leg but
all that seemed to do was excite him more. Oh Thor and Loki, this can’t be
happening, Hiccup prayed.
“Get away from him!” Dagur screamed, charging out of the woods with his
crossbow aimed. Alvin turned, placing Hiccup directly in the line of fire. Now
he and Hiccup knew he would never let anything too horrible happen to him,
Alvin needed Hiccup but he had no issues with the boy losing an arm or the
other leg, after all they could always build him another prosthetic but Dagur
didn’t know that and it made him hesitate long enough for Savage to catch him
from behind and knock him unconscious with the butt of a sword. The Berserker
fell at Alvin’s feet much to the glee of the Outcast chief.
“Ah…now what do we have here, two striping young lads who seem eager to grow up
and be men? What do you think, Savage, would they make a perfect set for my bed
chamber? It’s been quite some time since I had me-self such a lovely birthday
gift.” He ran his tongue over Hiccup’s ear making the youth wince in disgust.
“Had I known that was the time of thing you were into I would have taken you to
me bed long ago. Tie the Berserker up and find that dragon. Kill it if you
want. I’ve found a new way to motivate the whelp.”
Hiccup was thrown to the ground and his arms yanked behind his back where they
were bound together. “Let us go!” he demanded but grunted when a knee was
pressed into his tender rump. He let out a small whimper, hating the sound of
his own weakness.
“Don’t you be fussing so much. I won’t be filling that tight little hole of
yours until we’re back on Outcast Island. But don’t mistake me, boy. You’re
mine now. Both of you are and you both have a lot to make up for. I will no
longer have either of you making a fool of me.”
The youth was ready to make some sarcastic remark but a rag was shoved in his
mouth and he was hauled off the ground and slung over Alvin’s shoulder like a
sack of potatoes. He squirmed as the large Viking grasped his rear and gave it
a good squeeze. This wasn’t good. This was bad, real bad. He wasn’t sure how
they were going to escape Alvin this time. He doubted Toothless could even help
him.
***** Chapter 9 *****
The Fury before the Calm 9
The trip downhill was dizzying for Hiccup as he hung upside-down over Alvin’s
broad shoulder. He couldn’t understand it at first, he’d never felt so sick
before and if it weren’t for the gag in his mouth he might have thrown up.
Okay, this wasn’t good. He tried to think of some reason for it but his mind
twisted and mulled over it and the only answer that came to him was that weird
drink of Dagur’s. His mind became so focused on it that he forgot where he was
and what was happening until Alvin slapped his rear. An intense pain rushed
through the small Viking and without even thinking about it he slammed his knee
into Alvin’s chest. The metal foot caught the large man’s upper belly and
knocked the wind out of him.
Hiccup yelped when he suddenly hit the snowy ground. He lay on his side for a
several moments panting as he tried to catch his breath and get his bearings.
His body was hurting now, more so than when he first woke up and his memory
began to clear. He and Dagur had sex…quite a few times and then Toothless…his
beloved dragon had…had… He closed his eyes as the memories came rushing back
along with the pain. “No…” he moaned softly.
“You stupid runt,” Alvin snarled kicking him.
Hiccup barely felt it above all the other pain.
Mildew stared at the boy in sudden concern. He’d known Hiccup since the boy was
a babe but he had never seen the child like this. He placed a hand on Alvin’s
large arm. “Alvin, the boy’s ill.”
“Nonsense, he’s merely acting,” the Outcast chief growled as he knelt over the
young Hooligan and shoved him onto his back. Hiccup yelped as tears strung his
eyes. His whole back was killing him. “Now be a good boy and get up otherwise
I’ll gave my fun with you right here in front of all my men.”
He expected the boy to react but all Hiccup did was lay there with his eyes
closed shivering uncontrollably. It made Alvin smirk. The boy was terrified of
him. It was arousing. He ran a hand down the boy’s cheek and chuckled when he
turned his face away, unable to bear the heat.
“Well then, if you’re not going to do as you’re told let alone listen to me…”
Hiccup shook his head, his mind just starting to process what was going on.
“Uh?” he managed around the gag. He blinked and looked up, starting at the
sudden closeness of Alvin. Okay, hanging upside down was definitely better than
this. He couldn’t be raped again. He couldn’t be touched or forced to have sex
again. Not again. That fear drove him and this time he put all his strength
into kicking Alvin with his prosthetic leg. He caught the man in the stomach
and was nearly proud of himself when the man grunted in pain. It was short
lived as a beefy hand went across his face, knocking the rag out of his mouth
and sending an intense ringing throughout Hiccup’s head. He cried out in pain.
“Insolent brat!” Alvin sneered, back handing him a second time then for good
measure he ripped off the prosthetic and then punched the leg, shattering the
knee.
Hiccup screamed in pure agony, loud enough to wake up Dagur and receive a
sympathetic roar from Toothless on the other side of the island. He sobbed
softly at the blinding pain, no longer able to fight. He prayed that his knee
wasn’t too bad and he wouldn’t need a further amputation. He couldn’t live with
the idea of not being able to bend his knee at all, he already had trouble
running and enjoying the things he did before the battle with Red Death. But
right now he’d rather die than let Alvin touch him.
“You’re sick,” he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. The rest of his
words were taken from him as he was slapped again. He tasted blood in his mouth
and he knew his lip was split and nose possibly broken.
“Not so smart mouth now, are you?” Alvin purred as he leaned close to Hiccup.
“I’m a pride myself for being a patient man, Hiccup. I can wait while you heal
to train my dragons. When I’m done with you, you won’t question me. You’ll do
exactly as I say, when I say it and how I say it.” His hand fisted in the boy’s
hair. “But in case you doubt me I’m going to pound your ass into the ground
until you pass out.”
“No! Get away from him!” Dagur snarled as he struggled to free himself from
Savage and two other Outcasts. “He’s my mate! Don’t you touch him!”
“Shut him up,” Alvin ordered, glaring at the young chieftain as his lieutenant
fought to hold the boy back. He turned his focus back to Hiccup who stared up
at him, his swollen green eyes still defiant despite the tears. “Still got some
spirit left? Good cause I want to watch as it dies.” His large hands move to
the boy’s narrow hips and went to pull down the brown trousers when a sword was
suddenly pressed to his throat and the tip of an arrow to his head. Surprised
he looked up see Mildew standing over him with both weapons in surprisingly
steady wrinkled hands.
“Get away from him,” the old man ordered, his pale blue eyes narrowed and just
as defiant as Hiccup’s. “I agreed to help you catch Hiccup to train your
dragons and teach Stoick a lesson, not for you of Dagur to defile the boy.
Hell, I wouldn’t have cared if you killed his blasted dragon but this is too
much. You said you wouldn’t hurt Hiccup any more than necessary.”
Alvin only growled in response. “And what to you plan to do, old man? Do you
think you have a chance to escape with him? He can’t walk and his dragon can’t
fly. Oh yes, I told Dagur all about Hiccup’s little adjustments to help the
beasty fly and he did away with the animal’s prosthetic just as I now did
Hiccup’s. What will you do, Mildew, swim back to Berk with them?”
“Nah, I was thinking or just killing the lot of you and sailing away or you can
just let him go and we forget this whole thing ever happened.”
They glared at each other for a long time before Alvin finally nodded. “Fine.
He’s useless to me now any way. Dagur must have given him too much of Berserker
drink. His mind is gone.”
Mildew glanced to Hiccup but kept his finger snug on the trigger of the
crossbow. “Hiccup, you alright lad?”
The boy only stared at him with that intense stare but there was so much pain
mixed in that the old Hooligan was certain the boy was struggling to stay
conscious. “Dagur too,” Mildew said suddenly. He may not like the young
Berserker but he could carry Hiccup if needed where he could not.
“Fine, why not? It’s not as if I just spent the last three days searching for
them,” Alvin said with a passive shrug. “Let him go. The three of them can
starve to death here. Maybe the dragons will eat them.” He backed away slightly
and slowly got to his feet, his hands raised in a peaceful gesture. He caught
the slight tremble in Mildew’s aging grip but kept his face passive as the old
man knelt next to Hiccup and urged the child to sit up so he could cut the
ropes binding his hands.
“Call your dragon, Hiccup. Call Toothless,” Mildew urged.
The child hesitated, his bright green eyes searching Mildew’s face for any sign
of a trap and then finally shook his head, refusing to endanger his best friend
any more than he already was. Mildew frowned but understood. His Fergus was
still on Outcast Island and it was unlike he would ever see his beloved sheep
again. Regardless, he wrapped an arm under Hiccup’s and got the surprisingly
light Viking to his one remaining foot.
“Untie him,” he ordered, gesturing toward Dagur with the crossbow.
Alvin nodded and cut Dagur’s bonds. Dagur gave Mildew a confused look before
going to Hiccup’s other side and taking him from the old man. “I’m sorry,
Hiccup. I’m so sorry,” he whispered as he adjusted the smaller boy’s slight
weight. “I never meant for this to happen.”
“Yeah, hunting me and Toothless sounded so much better,” Hiccup managed to
grumble but he fell silent as pain shot through his jaw.
“Shh…” Dagur urged.
Mildew, still very much in charge glared at the Outcasts as if he could take on
all of them by himself. Hiccup had never seen the man like this, not since he
was a little boy. The old warrior was proving himself to be a Hairy Hooligan
for the first time since the dragons became a part of Berk. Hiccup still had
his doubts though. It wouldn’t be the first time Mildew had tricked him.
“Nightfury!” an Outcast sudden yelled moments before a plasma blast slammed
into the ground between Mildew and the Outcasts.
Mildew let out a sigh of relief. He never thought he’d be happy to see
Toothless. He turned his back to the fleeing Outcasts and hobbled over to the
two boys, using the sword like a cane. Toothless jumped down from the rocky
hill and landed next to Hiccup, pausing long enough to fire a few more plasma
blasts at Alvin and his goons. It seemed too easy but Mildew didn’t take it for
granted. There were some benefits to having a dragon as a best friend and
personal body guard. As much as he hated to admit it Hiccup had been brilliant
when he befriended Toothless and tamed the dragons.
“I believe this is yours,” he grumbled to Dagur as he took Hiccup from him.
“Don’t make me regret saving you. Toothless, let them go and come here.”
The dragon’s head tilted and he gave Mildew a curious look before realizing his
rider was seriously injured and missing his fake leg. He hurried back to Hiccup
and gently bunted his head against the boy’s chest hoping to hear a little
laugh but Hiccup didn’t laugh, instead he threw his arms around the dragon’s
head and buried his face against the base of the frills.
“I’m okay, bud. I’ll be okay,” the child whispered and Mildew wasn’t sure who
he was trying to convince; the dragon, himself or Dagur and Mildew.
“No, you’re not,” Mildew said sternly as he grasped the boy around the waist
and hefted him up onto the dragon’s back. “You need to find a safe place and
shelter. I’ll lead them away and try to signal your father. He and the other
riders are – agh!” His eyes widened in surprise and pain as an arrow went
through his chest. He staggered back, one hand going to the arrow embedded just
above his heart.
“Mildew?” Hiccup’s choked voice asked as he stared at the elder Hooligan in
horror. He reached out as if to climb off the dragon and help him but Mildew
shook his head and took an unsteady step back, his withered face ashen.
Dagur quickly mounted Toothless behind Hiccup and wrap a protective arm around
Hiccup. “Toothless, go!” he ordered.
The ebony dragon stared at Mildew in shock. The old man stumbled back and fell
to one knee. His pale eyes met green and he gave Toothless a nervous smile.
“Go. Get your rider to safety.” He raised one shaky hand to the beast’s muzzle
when he didn’t move right away, as if wanting to save Mildew as well. “It’s
alright…” he promised before slapping the dragon with the flat side on the
sword. “NOW GO!”
The dragon jerked back and then, looking past the fallen warrior to the quickly
approaching Outcasts, shot off one last blast of plasma before spreading his
wings and leaping from one rock to another until the vanished into the dark
forest on the side of the mountain, dodging arrows as he slowly wind his way
back to the cave and the only shelter they had from the Outcasts.
Mildew watched them with a small smile, happy he had finally made the right
decision, before closing his eyes and falling to the snowy ground. By the time
the Outcasts reached him he was already in Valhalla and his body cold with
death.
***** Chapter 10 *****
The Fury before the Calm 10
Hiccup had to hold on for dear life as Toothless leapt over rocks and clawed
his way up the side of the mountain. This was something he was used to but was
so much better with his saddle to hold on to. That and he wasn’t used to the
much larger body pressing against his back and holding him protectively down.
He bit back every whimper at the pain that was quickly filling him mixed with
memories of both pain and pleasure.
“It’s okay, Hic, we’re almost there, just a little longer,” Dagur encouraged,
his breath warm against Hiccup’s neck. He kept his arm around Hiccup’s waist
and held him tightly. “No, don’t fall asleep, Hic. Toothless, you need to move
faster.”
The dragon roared and shot another ball of plasma toward Outcasts who had the
audacity to near their cave. They ran for cover as Toothless clawed his way the
last hundred meters to the cave and leapt inside. Then one last blast brought
the entrance down behind him leaving only one small entrance in or out, too
small for the large Outcasts or even Toothless himself to get through.
“What? You stupid dragon! That our only safe way out,” Dagur yelled as he
jumped down.
Toothless only snorted and lay down, carefully sliding Hiccup off his back and
under his wing where he could look after his rider. His stubby arms wrapped
around the boy he loved more than life itself. Dagur hesitated, ready to skewer
the beast but he knew that would only make things worse. Hiccup was injured and
in need of medical attention but the cave was next to pitch black. He needed to
start a fire and…
Toothless made a strange bleating sound, paused and then sent a breath of fire
toward the cold ambers of the former camp fire. It lit immediately and lit up
the small cave. Within minutes warmth returned and Dagur could see perfectly.
He rushed to his satchel and began gathering ingredients for his drink. He
needed to numb Hiccup’s pain so they could battle the Outcasts. He should have
grabbed the kid’s fake leg but in the rush of the battle he hadn’t thought of
it and neither did that old fool so Hiccup wasn’t going to be much use in a
battle except maybe with a cross bow but his crossbow was heavy and he wasn’t
sure if the younger boy could lift it like he did the surprisingly light ornate
shield/crossbow Hiccup had built. Well if nothing else at least drink would
help ease the pain so they could focus on a plan. Hiccup was smart and might
find a solution he hadn’t been able to come up with. Hiccup was good at that.
And if Alvin managed to break through then…then… His hand balled into a fist.
Then he’d kill Hiccup and Toothless himself before taking his own life. He
would not have Hiccup dishonored by being Alvin’s little play thing. Hiccup was
his mate and he would protect him until his dying breath.
Once the drink was brewed he brought it to Hiccup and gently lifted the smaller
boy up to a sitting position before bringing the drink to his lips. “It’s hot,”
he warned as he tipped the cup.
Hiccup turned his head and knocked the cup away. It fell against the ground
with a loud clang and splash of hot liquid. “No,” he murmured. “That stiff’s
poison.”
Dagur raised his arm to backhand the smaller boy but stopped himself. “That
‘stuff’ is what’s going to make you feel a whole lot better. Your leg is
broken, I need to set it.”
“Then set it,” Hiccup snapped back as he tried to straighten his broken leg as
best he could. He absently noticed the Toothless was licking up the remains of
the liquid and berries off the ground. “You’ve been giving that stuff to
Toothless, too?”
“It’s cold I thought he could use some too,” Dagur argued as he helped
straighten Hiccup’s leg. He ran his fingers over the broken knee causing Hiccup
to cry out in pain. “You really need that drink. This is going to hurt like
hell. I can just give you the berries. They’re more powerful but at least you
won’t feel anything.”
Hiccup just shook his head. “Is the knee shattered?”
Giving a frustrated sigh Dagur felt the injury. “No, thankfully. I’m pretty
sure that’s what he was aiming for though. But it is broken. Hold still, I’ll
set it and then I’ll need to make a splint of some sort. Ready?” Dagur wasn’t
good at medicine but he did know about setting bones, he’d set his own enough
times while on hunting trips. So not waiting for Hiccup to nod he yanked the
leg and listened for a tell tail pop to say the knee itself was back in place
and then felt for the broken bone and shoved it back in place.
Hiccup screamed and Toothless jumped. “It’s okay…I’m okay,” Hiccup assured his
dragon, placing a hand on Toothless’s head when he went to snap at Dagur. He
took several deep breaths. “Ow…that hurt.”
“I know. Don’t move though,” Dagur instructed as he moved to the mound of
weapons in the corner. He grabbed two arrows and broke off the heads. He
hurried back and with some leather ties, braced Hiccup’s knee with thick fur,
leather and the two arrows so that Hiccup couldn’t bend it what-so-ever. “At
least the bone didn’t break through the skin. I highly doubt you’ll need an
amputation.”
“That’s good.”
“I’m going to make some more drink. I suggest you drink some to keep warm and
numb the pain. After that all we have is mead and that tastes like shit hot.”
Hiccup shook his head again. “I’m fine.”
That was a bold face lie but Dagur admire the kid’s strength. “I’ve got some
salve that Harold gave me. It might help.”
“Okay,” Hiccup agreed.
The salve was made of the same berries and plants as the drink but it wasn’t
nearly as powerful. Dagur didn’t bother trying to put in on Hiccup’s leg but
did rub it on his face, back and rear to help ease those minor pains. Then he
wrapped Hiccup in furs and let him sleep while he gathered weapons and made the
climb through the small winding tunnel to ensure the Outcasts didn’t try to
invade the cave that way. When he reached the entrance he almost let out a
breath of relief. So far they hadn’t found the small entrance and he thanked
his lucky stars. For a moment he debated if he should attack them but he wasn’t
a fool. It was twenty to one and without Hiccup that brought it up to well over
forty to one. Even with all his skill he couldn’t take them all on by himself.
Instead he stepped back and looked around. There was a fair size boulder just
inside the cave so he threw his weight against that and pushed and pulled until
he got it in front of the entrance and blocked it, all except a window to allow
fresh air into the cavern beyond. This would buy them some time. With luck
Alvin would give up and let them be. He highly doubted that through.
Once he was sure the entrance was secure he hurried back to the cavern in hopes
of being able to help more. He wasn’t excepting to see Hiccup rummaging through
his satchel and throwing every berry and leaf in the roaring fire. “What are
you doing?” he yelled, tackling the smaller boy to the ground. Hiccup yelped in
pain when he hit the ground with the far larger boy on top of him. “We need
those!” Dagur raised his first ready to punch the young heir.
“No we don’t, they’re making us delusional!”
“They’re keeping us warm and happy!”
“Have you lost it? Dagur, this stuff isn’t good for us,” Hiccup said, his voice
full of pain but deathly serious. He gave Dagur pleading eyes. “Please, trust
me on this. I trusted you.”
Dagur’s eyes searched his and then the older boy sighed and climbed off him.
“With Alvin out there we could have used it.”
Hiccup sat up and hugged himself. “I’d rather be able to fight him with a clear
mind rather than not be able to hear him come up behind me or being able to
fight.” He smiled softly as Toothless lumbered up to him and wrapped his large
body around him like a blanket. “Thanks bud.”
Dagur glared at them, angered by the loss of the Berserker drink but decided to
let it go for now. Once Hiccup was healed he could take it out of the boy’s ass
later…if they survived. He grabbed his satchel and the remaining furs then went
to Hiccup and Toothless and sat down. He wrapped the furs over him and Hiccup
then fished out the last of the jerky, only four scrawny pieces. They were
almost out of food. He needed to hunt yet with the Outcasts out there… He hand
one piece to Hiccup and then broke another in half and shared it with the
dragon. Hiccup gave him wide eyes full of surprise before smiling softly and
chewing his jerky. Dagur wrapped an arm around Hiccup’s shoulders and pulled
the smaller boy against his shoulder.
“No one gets to hurt you but me, brother. I’m the only one ever allowed to pick
on you.”
Hiccup gave a small painful laugh. “Just like old times.”
Dagur gave a curt nod, remembering the promise he had made to their father’s
when he was a little boy and Hiccup just a baby. “Yeah, except this time I’ll
kill anyone you hurts you. Alvin is a dead man once I get my hands on him.”
Again Hiccup stared up at him, surprised by the venous in his voice and the
sheer protectiveness in it. Dagur had always bullied him as a child but he also
protected him from the other kids who picked on him for being so small.
Sometimes it made things worse because once Dagur went back to his island he
wasn’t there to protect Hiccup and usually the other kids would be nasty as
hell toward him, especially Snotlout, his own cousin. He wasn’t sure how he
felt about the change in Dagur or if the older boy even meant what he said but
for once he felt safe next to Dagur and he let himself relax. He felt weak and
tired and every inch of him hurt. He fell asleep wrapped in furs, a dragon wing
and large warm arms.
. . .
A fleet of Outcasts ships were hard to miss as well of a thin trail of smoke
rising from what Stoick first thought was a possible volcano. His eyes narrowed
and he directed Thornado toward it. That wasn’t a volcano. That smoke must be
coming from a camp fire or cave. He wasn’t sure which but he knew one thing, if
the Outcasts were scouring the island like they were then Hiccup had to be
there. With a wave of his arm the dragon riders descended and opened fire on
the Outcasts. There was no way he was letting Alvin near his boy.
“Chase them off,” he ordered as he swooped down.
Astrid gestured toward the other teens and they swept around the island,
breathing fire at the Outcasts. The large warriors tried fighting back but soon
enough every last one was running for their ships and fleeing for their lives.
The dragon riders cheered but they could find no sign of Hiccup or Toothless
other than some claw marks on the mountain side and Mildew’s body.
Stoick knelt next to the old man, his face in a deep frown as he inspected the
arrow imbedded in the thin chest. It was an Outcast arrow and Stoick couldn’t
help but wonder what had happened to put the man on the wrong end of that
arrow. He sighed and stood. “The old fool,” he grumbled.
“We can’t find them,” Astrid reported, standing behind her chief. “But we found
the source of the smoke up on the mountain but there’s a problem. There’s been
a cave in and the smoke is seeping through the cracks as well as another small
opening. If they’re inside a cave or cavern they may suffocate from the
buildup.”
Stoick looked up the mountain, unable to see the cave in Astrid spoke up. His
frown deepened as he mounted Thornado again. “Alright, let’s get up there and
take a look. With luck they’re in there and you’re wrong. My boy’s not fool
enough to block off all air access.”
“Yeah, but what about Dagur?” Snotlout asked. “He’s not all there and we don’t
even know if Hiccup and Toothless are still alive.”
“Snotlout!” Astrid snapped.
The dark haired boy only shrugged. “Just saying.”
“Whatever the case let’s get up there,” Stoick said firmly. Thornado’s wings
beat quickly as they moved upward to the cave. Stoick only hoped Dagur had not
lost his mind completely and spared his boy and dragon friend.
***** Chapter 11 *****
The Fury before the Calm 11
The cave in was far larger than Stoick expected. The cave itself was large
enough for three dragons to walk a breast. Not the best defensive position.
Judging by the scorch marks the cave in was purposely done…by a dragon no less.
“Toothless,” Stoick murmured as he ran a hand over a large burn mark. “What
have you gotten my boy into now?”
Astrid was right. Smoke seeped between gaps in the rocks which meant there was
a fire inside. Hopefully only a small camp fire but from the outside it was
hard to tell. Nonetheless he placed a hand over the flowing smoke. There was a
draft coming from inside which meant there must be another opening somewhere.
“Astrid, fly around the mountain with Fishlegs and see if you can spot more
smoke. Ruff, Tuff, head back to Berk and tell Gobber to bring a ship and a few
strong men. I don’t think Hiccup and Toothless will be flying home,” Stoick
instructed. For once the twins didn’t make a smart ass remark and just
acknowledged the order for what it was and flew home. Stoick spared them a
quick glance before turning to his nephew. “Snotlout, let’s start moving these
rocks. Be careful, pull the wrong one and they’ll come crashing down on us.”
. . .
There was smoke coming from a small barely noticeable opening. Stormfly and
Meatlug landed in front of it and bent low to let their riders off. Astrid
hurried to the small cave and ran her hands over the boulder. The entrance
itself wasn’t large, only big enough for a person to stump down or maybe crawl
through. Neither Stoick nor any of the warriors would ever fit through it even
without the boulder. Normally she would have had either Stormfly or Meatlug
blast the boulder out of the way but she wasn’t sure how far inside Hiccup and
Toothless were and was afraid of doing more harm than good so she turned to
Fishlegs.
“Can you move that?” she asked.
The large boy looked from her to the boulder and back. “That? I…I don’t know.
It’s too big for Meatlug to eat and…”
She rolled her eyes in annoyance. “Meatlug, push.”
The large grey dragon lumbered up and pressed her forehead again the boulder
and gave it a shove. It only went in a foot or so before hitting a wall. Astrid
peaked inside to try and see why the boulder stopped. Inside there was another
smaller cave in, nothing as bad as the main opening but enough to deter anyone
who might try to get inside. Of course no one counted on Astrid to be tiny
enough to squeeze through and that’s just what she did.
She poked her head back inside. “Fishlegs, can you get me a torch. It’s black
as night in here.”
“S…sure,” the blonde boy stuttered as he rummaged through his saddle bag. He
found one and had Meatlug light it then handed it to the girl.
“Great, thanks,” Astrid said as she took the burning torch. “Go back to Stoick
and tell him I found a way in. You guys are too big to get through here so help
him and Snotlout dig out the other entrance. I’ll meet you inside.”
“Yeah, be careful.”
Astrid nodded. “You too.”
She didn’t wait to see them off instead she began her difficult trek through
the dark carven and over rocks, careful of her footing. It took a long time, it
would seem someone had decided to make a mess of the passage way which would
make sense if Hiccup was trying to deter the Outcasts but many of the rocks
were far too large for her to pick up let alone Hiccup. She had the nagging
feeling this was Dagur’s work, assuming Dagur was still with Hiccup. She hadn’t
seen him amongst the Outcasts.
She was hesitant to call out in case the Berserker chieftain still had Hiccup
and Toothless captured but her worry won out. “Hiccup? Toothless?” she called,
pausing to listen. There was no response. Slowly she continued on, covering her
mouth as the smoke grew thicker the deeper she got. At least with the boulder
pushed out of the way it was allowing more air inside the long winding cave.
Finally light appeared just around the corner and she gave a tiny sigh of
relief.
No one met her at the opening although there were a vast number of weapons
littering the floor and the sickly sweet scent of burnt berries. Smoke hung
thick in the air but was slowly clearing with the flow of fresh air but what
nearly took her breath away was the sight of Toothless laying near the dying
fire, his large black body and wings curled as they usually were when Hiccup
happened to fall asleep next to him. It was always such a sweat sight that made
Astrid smile. The dragon and rider were nearly inseparable.
“Hey boy,” she said gently as she placed a hand on the Nightfury’s large head.
The dragon moved slight, his bright eyes cracking open just enough to see her
before closing once more. Then they opened again and stared at her as if not
believing she was really there. He gave a rumbled purr and rubbed his head
against hers. Astrid giggled. “I missed you, too. Is Hiccup hidden under your
wing?”
There was that proud almost big brother look in the dragon’s eyes as he bleated
at her before lifting his wing and showing off his precious treasure. Astrid
was taken back. There, wrapped in heavy furs and unconscious, were Hiccup and
Dagur. It was kind of cute and if she had any artistic skill at all she would
have drawn the way the two slept together – Hiccup’s head on Dagur’s shoulder
and Dagur’s head on the smaller boy’s. It was kind of odd to see the peaceful
look on the older boy’s face, something Astrid hadn’t seen since they were very
young and before his mother passed away, and even worse to see Hiccup’s face
bruised and swollen with a split lip.
That serenity of the two quickly ended when she realized just how shallow
Dagur’s breathing was and Hiccup…Hiccup wasn’t breathing at all.
Astrid’s eyes widened as she removed the furs and pulled the youth into her
arms. Her ear pressed to his small chest and listened for the tell-tale sign of
a heartbeat. Her chest tensed as she waited and then a soft thump, followed by
another and then another and she gave a tiny laugh as she held him close. He
still wasn’t breathing though and that was a very bad thing. At least she
didn’t have to restart his heart. Tilting his head back she covered his lips
with her own and pushed a breath into his mouth and hopefully into his air
deprived lungs. She did it over and over again until finally he coughed and
turned away from her. His eyes squeezed tightly as he gasped for fresh air
before settling and relaxing into her arms.
Astrid brushed his sweaty hair out of his face and looked down at him. He was
burning up with a sever fever and she couldn’t help but worry at just how ill
he was when he was kidnapped. They needed to get him home as soon as possible.
Her gaze returned to Dagur and Toothless who seemed comfortable enough with
each other but she could see the fear and worry on the dragon’s face as he
tried to inch closer without dislodging the Berserker asleep against him. “He’s
going to be okay, Toothless,” she assured as she took one of the furs to cover
Hiccup again. She frowned at the missing prosthetic and splinted left leg.
Stoick wasn’t going to be happy about that.
It was nearly half an hour before the rocks blocking off the main entrance were
finally cleared away enough for Stoick and the other two boys to make their way
through and only seconds for the large Viking chief to scramble over them and
through to get to his son. He took Hiccup from Astrid and scooped his small
frame onto his lap. Astrid decided it best to stay out of his way.
“Hiccup? Hiccup? Open your eyes, boy?” he said in a gentle but firm voice. He
looked his son over, noting the dark bruises on his face, the missing
artificial leg and splinted knee and he was certain there was much more damage
hidden under his clothing. He glared at the other boy ready to skin Dagur alive
for harming his boy. He reached for his sword. Treaty or no treaty he was
willing to go to war to protect his one and only child.
“Dad?” Hiccup murmured, glancing at his through swollen eyes.
Stoick dropped his sword and held his boy closer. “Oh Hiccup, don’t scare me
like that. I thought I lost you again.”
“Sorry.”
Stoick gave a deep chuckle and buried his face against the boy’s sweaty hair.
“Nonsense, you’re a Viking, it’s in your nature.”
That brought a tiny smile to the child’s face that quickly faded as sleep
tugged at his already exhausted mind. “Dagur?”
“Don’t worry, son. I’ll make him pay.”
He shook his head. “No…” But before he could explain he was out cold again and
cuddling into his father’s warmth.
Stoick could only stare at him. Then he turned to the three other teens.
“Alright Astrid, stoke the fire. Boys, restrain Dagur and then clear a path for
your dragons. We’ll be staying here until Gobber arrives with a ship. There’s
no way Toothless is flying and I need Hiccup flat on his back. Go on, get a
move on. Hiccup will be fine I’m just not taking any chances.” He laid Hiccup
flat on his back and covered him in furs once more. No, he wasn’t taking any
chances. Dagur would pay for this betrayal even if that meant hanging the boy
and bringing about the next great war.
***** Chapter 12 *****
The Fury before the Calm 12
The first thing Stoick did the moment the rocks were cleared away was have the
kids gather long branches so he could make a lean-to and cover it with one of
the large furs. The weather was again taking a turn for the worse which meant
the ship would not arrive for at least a day but Hiccup need attending to now
and Stoick wanted to see just how bad things were. He would have simply
stripped the boy right then and there and if it was for Stoick’s fear of what
he might find or the fact that Astrid was with them he wouldn’t care about his
boy’s modesty. But the lean-to served two purposes…well three really; 1) to
give Stoick a private place while he stripped Hiccup down and checked his
wounds; 2) to keep the warmth from a smaller fire inside to stop Hiccup’s
insistent shivering that was either from the cold or the injuries; and 3) to
keep Dagur from staring at the smaller boy with those uncanny fevered eyes. The
boy refused to speak to Stoick, only wanting Hiccup. Insisting on being with
Hiccup. It was almost obsessive and it surprised Stoick more when Toothless
wrapped his tail around the boy and a wing, silencing the boy’s demands as if
reassuring him that everything was going to be alright. It bothered Stoick
greatly because as far as he knew Dagur still hated dragons and especially
Toothless but now they seemed almost like friends but if Dagur hurt Hiccup why
would Toothless protect him?
Putting that to the back of his mind Stoick focused on the problem at hand. He
didn’t want to jostle Hiccup too much. Just from one look he knew the amputated
leg was now broken at the knee, the hastily built splint was a dead giveaway
but how bad he would know until he took everything off. He didn’t know where to
begin so he started from the top, gently probing the child’s face. It was badly
bruised and the nose was broken but thankfully his jaw was still intact and
there didn’t feel to be any skull fracture. He was extremely careful around the
boy’s neck, touching gently to access if there was a break but there was none
that he could detect. Stoick frown did deepen when he saw the deep bite mark to
his collar bone. A perfect imprint of teeth, too small to be a grown man’s but
too big for a boy Hiccup’s size. Obviously this was Dagur’s doing.
Balling his fist Stoick took a deep breath and tried to focus. He could deal
with Dagur later. Carefully and as gently as possible he began undressing
Hiccup, pulling one arm out of the worn green tunic and then the other before
finally pulling it over his head. What he found underneath tore at his heart
and it was next to impossible to hold back a sob. His boy was littered in
bruises, cuts and possibly a broken rib or two. He had to stop there and catch
his breath again. Stoick the Vast thought himself a strong, powerful Viking but
this…he didn’t have the stomach for this, especially since it was his own
child. Slowly he counted to ten and forced himself to study the wounds, even
gently rolling Hiccup onto his side to check his back. That was even worse than
his front. There were obvious hand prints and claw marks mixed with dirt and
other stuff that he didn’t want to pounder too hard about. Rubbing the bridge
of his nose he let out a shaky breath.
“Ow…” Hiccup murmured, rubbing at his swollen eyes. A shiver ran through him
and he automatically wrapped his arms around his slight form. His fingers felt
around as if searching for his tunic. “Dagur!” he whined as he blinked open his
eyes. “Oh…Dad, hi?”
A thin smile lit Stoick’s face. “Hello, son.”
The boy returned the smile with a nervous one of his own before glancing down
at himself and flushing a bright pink. “Uhm…yeah, hey…uh…so we got into a
battle with Alvin.”
“You did now, did you?” Stoick said, moving to remove Hiccup’s trousers to
check just how bad his lower half was. Hiccup grabbed the hem to stop him.
“Can we leave that to later?” Hiccup asked, his voice remarkable soft and still
filled with sleep but there was fear mixed in that twisted at Stoick’s insides.
The chieftain hesitated, wanting desperately to see how badly his boy was hurt
but nodded in respect. If Hiccup wanted to be a man and deal with it on his own
then so be it. He could always wait until Hiccup fell asleep again. There were
some things fathers just had to know but could wait for. “Alright but I need to
see to your leg.”
“Dagur already set it for me. Alvin wanted to make sure I couldn’t escape this
time. I might have pissed him off by kicking him twice,” Hiccup said with a
tiny smug smile. Despite his injuries he seemed quite proud of himself. He gave
a little laugh, something he normally didn’t do, as if the whole thing seemed
like some weird dream. “You should have seen it, Dad. You would have been
proud.”
Stoick nodded. He was very proud of his son. “So Dagur set this after you
escaped?”
Hiccup nodded as he lay back down. “Yeah. Hurt like hell but it’ll heal, right?
Gobber won’t have to take it, will he?”
“I don’t think so, son. Did Alvin do all this to you?”
Hiccup looked thoughtful for a moment, staring up at the rock ceiling for a
moment before flushing scarlet. “Ahh…no. My knee, ribs and face but the
rest…”His face grew redder and he looked away, toward Dagur. “Well that’s more
complicated.”
“Try me.”
“Okay, well…you see when we first got here Dagur and I…eh…got into a few
scraps. You know, him being mad about us having dragons. Well Toothless tried
to jump in and we ended up getting hurt.” He gave his father a bright smile as
if proud of his little lie.
“But Dagur barely has a bruise. He looks perfectly fine.”
“Oh,” Hiccup said, his eyes momentarily widening before he shrugged and put on
his best innocent look. “He landed on top?”
“Uh huh. Alright, well then I should check your legs to make sure -”
“Fine! They’re fine. Everything’s fine. Look, can we just forget about it?
That’s the Viking way, right?”
Stoick raised a suspicious brow. He had a bad feeling. All the evidence of
something much more than the scrap had happened between the boys but if Hiccup
choose to ignore it he’d let it slide for now. He gave a large sigh. “Fine, as
your chief I’ll not pressure you but as your father…”
“Dad…just let it go. It was all stupid to begin with. Dagur…” He shook his head
and then thumped against the ground. “He needs our help. There’s a lot of stuff
about Oswald we didn’t know…that you need to know. He wasn’t the great man we
all thought he was.”
“What are you talking about? Anything Dagur told you was a lie,” Stoick
insisted, his voice soft and fatherly, not at all the big strong Hairy Hooligan
chieftain. He leaned forward and placed a hand on Hiccup’s thin shoulder.
“Hiccup, he tricked you.”
Again Hiccup shook his head. “No, Dad, he’s not lying. There’s something going
on at Berserker Island. Oswald wasn’t the man you want to think he is…he…he was
a monster…”
“Hiccup?” Stoick asked, leaning over his boy.
The youth placed his hands over his face. “I’m okay just tired and really,
really cold.”
Stoick immediately called for Snotlout to bring him a fur. The teen hurried to
them and handed it to his chief. His brown eyes widened when he saw Hiccup but
he quickly button his lip not wanting to make a fuss or panicking the others.
“Hey Snotlout,” Hiccup managed, feeling beat and exhausted.
“Hey,” Snotlout replied, unable to meet Hiccup’s eyes.
It made Hiccup smile. “That bad, huh?”
“Yeah.”
“I managed to land two good kicks to Alvin’s chest and stomach with my fake
leg. I might have broken one of his ribs.”
“Really?” his cousin asked with sudden excitement.
Hiccup gave a grin. “Almost definitely.”
The older boy reached down and ruffled his shaggy hair with a laugh. “You’re
the man!”
“Alright, alright, off with you,” Stoick said with a grin. Hiccup couldn’t be
that bad if he could goof around with his cousin which in itself was odd. “Tell
the others he’s fine just a little banged up. He’ll have some good scars to
show off when we get home.”
“How’s Dagur?” Hiccup suddenly asked.
Snotlout glanced to Stoick then took off without answering.
“Dad?”
Stoick sighed. “He’s fine, Hiccup. Now rest. I don’t want you moving around too
much.”
“Dad, I’m fine. It’s him I’m worried about. Is Toothless with him? Are they
okay?”
“Hiccup…”
The boy started moving about under the fur as if searching for something then
he pulled his arm free and opened his hand. In his palm were dried berries and
crushed leafs. “Dagur’s been using these to make some sort of drink. It numbs
the mind and takes away the pain but it also…ahm…impairs judgment. He says he’s
been drinking it for years. I think that and what his dad did to him is what’s
made him the way he is.”
Stoick rubbed his temples. Oswald was a dear friend and he hated the idea of
anyone talking badly about the deceased Berserker Chief. Nonetheless he took
the offering and studied them. “Dagur’s been using these for some sort of
drink? Has he given you any?”
That shy embarrassed look came back.
“How much?”
“A few mugs…”
“A few?”
A little shrug and no eye contact. “They’re poisonous right?”
“They’re used for medical purposes, as a salve not a drink. No wonder the kid
seems so high strong. Alright, obviously the Berserkers haven’t been taking
care of him. He’s the youngest chief in recent history; Harold should have been
guiding him not letting him run wild.” The large man removed his helmet and ran
a hand over his hair. “We’ll take him with us. He broke the treaty and will
answer for that.”
Hiccup looked away and bit his lower lip. “What if we forged a new treaty?”
Stoick stared at him thoughtfully. The boy looked so serious when their eyes
met and he couldn’t help but wonder it that was something the boys had
discussed before Alvin and the Outcasts attacked. It would explain why Dagur
seemed so eager to see Hiccup. Perhaps the boys had finally formed a
friendship? That would be good. As the future chieftain of the Hairy Hooligans
it would be Hiccup’s duty to hold up their side of the treaty. Still, Stoick
couldn’t help the nagging feeling that twisted in his gut. He was pretty sure
he didn’t want to know how they came to that decision.
“Did you find Mildew?” Hiccup suddenly asked, meeting his father’s gaze once
more. “We need to bring him home.”
His father raised a questioning brow. Mildew was not his favorite person and by
all means a traitor to Berk. Hiccup knew this, hell he and Toothless had been
targeted by the old man many times in Mildew’s quest to free Berk of dragons.
“We have to, Dad. He saved us. If it weren’t for Mildew, Dagur and
I…we’d…we’d…” Tears came to Hiccup’s eyes and he looked away again. “It would
have been bad. He gave his life to save us from…that.”
Stoick didn’t need to be told any more. While Alvin was not known for taking
young boys as sex toys there had been the odd rumor of prisoners of war being
subjected to such things, usually grown men and women but with Dagur on the
crisp of manhood and Hiccup as the heir, and if the boys had done what he was
suspecting they had, then maybe, just maybe Alvin had become twisted enough to
abuse the boys in such a way.”
“Don’t worry Hiccup, Alvin will get his own. We’ll avenge Mildew and get Dagur
the help he needs. Everything will be fine, son.”
Hiccup gave a small smile before closing his eyes and resting. “Yeah.
Everything’ll be fine.” At least he hoped so.
***** Chapter 13 *****
The Fury before the Calm 13
Things were rather awkward between Hiccup and Dagur for the next few days.
Stoick kept a close eye on both boys but decided to only ask the most basic
questions of them, at least while the other kids were around. Hiccup seemed
embarrassed by all the attention his friends were giving him and assured
everyone he was alright. He thrilled them with stories of the battle against
Alvin and how Mildew had finally proven himself. Dagur seemed completely lost
for a few minutes, staring at Hiccup with wide eyes. The smaller boy elbowed
him and the Dagur glared at him before agreeing to the story and adding to it.
If one was to believe them they had a grand adventure that didn’t go quite as
planned but Stoick wasn’t buying any of it. Hiccup wasn’t that good of a liar.
Still, once the two had settled on the story they kept to it and fed off one
another, although Hiccup did seem rather nervous of the older boy and often
shifted away from him while cuddling against Toothless but he even seemed a
little wary of the dragon and would push his head away when he began sniffing
his belly and legs.
“No, bud.”
Toothless keened softly and placed his large head on his rider’s lap, carefully
of the wrapped knee.
Hiccup sighed and petted his head. “Sorry, Toothless but it hurts too much.”
Another whine and Stoick became concerned. He didn’t see Hiccup upset or whiny
very often unless he was very sick. The chieftain placed a hand on the dragon’s
head. No, not sick but definitely not well. “Hiccup, did Toothless eat any of
those berries?”
The boy nodded glumly. “Yeah.”
That bothered Stoick. Those berries were very dangerous for humans he had no
idea how they would affect dragons. Thankfully Gobber and the twins arrived
early the next morning and after retrieving Mildew’s body Toothless and the two
boys were loaded on while the riders took to their dragons. Strong Hooligans
rowed the large ship back to Berk, the whole time Stoick flew on Thornado
directly above to keep an eye on the boys. He didn’t like leaving Hiccup with
Dagur but thankfully Gobber was there to watch over them and would never allow
anything to happen to Hiccup or Toothless. The boys sat at the bow with
Toothless curled around them. Hiccup seemed very nervous and again was keeping
his distance but his head was tilting toward Dagur who was talking heatedly and
leaning toward the smaller boy. The whole time Stoick and Gobber watched them –
or in Stoick’s case tried, Thornado banked right when Stoick almost guided them
into Stormfly’s rump and dumped him into the ocean. He gave a cry and an oath
as he righted himself. Okay, time to focus on flying and worry about the boys
once they reached Berk.
. . .
Shivers raked Dagur’s body. They had started early in the morning and wasn’t
caused by the cold. Dagur wasn’t sure why his was shivering, he wasn’t cold but
he was thirsty. He really wanted his drink. It was warm and tart and made him
feel oh so good. It helped him focus and made him feel better. Right now he
felt like crap and Hiccup was constantly shifting away from Dagur rather than
letting him hold him. If he could hold the other boy, touch him a little he’d
feel a hell of a lot better. Of course Hiccup looked more like a frightened
rabbit trapped in a snare. Toothless seemed trapped between the two, unsure who
he was supposed to comfort but in the end he choose his rider which seemed to
calm the youth down a little.
“Look, I’m just saying that we could give it another try. We had fun, right?”
Dagur asked, his voice hushed but with a hint of a quiver. He whipped a hand
through his sweaty hair. “Come on, it wasn’t that bad, was it?”
Hiccup didn’t meet his gaze. His eyes focused on his broken knee. He chewed on
his lower lip for a while before shrugging. “Some of it. I don’t know, Dagur.
This is all very new to me and that drink really messed with my head. I don’t
really remember much and what I do…”
Dagur sat back, his eyes suddenly damp. He blinked them, unused to the tight
feeling in his chest. “I’m sorry. I should have just hunted you like I
originally planned.”
A tiny smile tugged at Hiccup’s lips. “Oh yeah, that would have been so much
better. Of course you’d be the one covered head to toe in bruises while I sit
back and relax.”
That made the Berserker frown. “Would not. I would have kicked your scrawny ass
and had your dragon’s head as a helmet.”
“Ha! You’re dreaming. Even with Toothless being unable to fly and me missing a
leg we would have crushed you.”
“You can’t even lift a sword!”
“Want to bet?”
“You are so on. The moment your leg is healed I’m kicking some sense into you.”
“Not if I get you first.”
“Boys, boys,” Gobber called as his lumbered up to them. “What is this? I
thought you were discussing the new treaty not declaring war upon each other.”
Toothless lifted his head and gave a snort.
Hiccup laughed and rubbed the ebony dragon’s head. “Yeah, we sort of are.”
“I need to wait until me head stops spinning. Why did you have to destroy the
last of my ingredients, Hiccup?” Dagur asked, leaning against Toothless’s hind
legs.
“That stuff wasn’t good for you, lad. You’ll feel much better in a few days,”
Gobber assured.
It took more than a few days before the poison of the berries and leaves were
flushed from Dagur’s system, much longer than it did for Hiccup and Toothless.
Dagur went through massive withdraw which caused endless shivers and massive
moods swings. At first he stayed with Gobber while Stoick sent out a messenger
to fetch the young chieftain’s second in command but that only lasted a few
days until they had to wrestler him into the stockades when his withdraw became
violent and his insistence of being with Hiccup almost leading to another
kidnapping. Dagur became like a wild animal for several days until he finally
broke down, hid in a far corner and sobbed like a small child. By then Hiccup
couldn’t take it anymore.
Hiccup always had a big heart and he hated seeing anyone in pain so regardless
of being advised to stay away from Dagur until he was clean he hovered close to
the stockades, often hiding out of sight and offering words of encouragement.
But the day Dagur actually broke down and sobbed endlessly was when he put his
foot down – he only had one – and demanded Dagur be released. When that didn’t
work he snuck out of his house late that night and picked the lock but rather
than let Dagur out he and Toothless went in and spent the night with the older
boy. When Gobber found them the next morning he hurried to fetch Stoick. Stoick
was not impressed but he had to admit seeing his son cradling Dagur as if he
were the older of the too was quite amazing and the chieftain absently thought
of what a great big brother or father Dagur would one day make…if Vallhallarama
were still with them to give Hiccup a younger sibling. He wouldn’t even mind if
the child was small like Hiccup.
The two men left the boys alone but kept a close eye on them until Hiccup awoke
and was all but dragged out of the cell and then lectured for disobey his
leader and father.
“Why, Hiccup?” Stoick finally demanded when they were alone. “Tell me the
truth, what did that boy do to you while you were his captive?”
“Nothing,” Hiccup insisted, leaning heavily on his crutches. “We fought and I
got hurt, that’s all.”
Stoick’s brown eye bore into Hiccup’s not allowing him a quarter. He had been
patient, had given his son almost a week to come clean, far more time then he
would give anyone else. It was time for answers. “Hiccup.”
“Nothing happened.”
Stoick leaned a hip again the table and gestured for the boy to sit. Hesitantly
Hiccup did so and leaned the crutches against the side of his chair. The child
took a deep breath before looking up at his father.
Stoick opened his mouth, shut it and then opened it again before reaching for
his mug of mead and downing it in one gulp. “Okay,” he said once he’s gathered
his courage. “I know things sometimes happen when you’re put in a situation
where you’ve been captured and then nearly stranded. Mix in a few rowdy Vikings
hell bent on destroying you and it’s just a bad mix.”
Hiccup’s head tilted in confusion. “Dad, you’re making no sense.”
Stoick waved his hands and tried again. “No…let me try again. Have you heard of
Stockholm syndrome?”
“No.”
“Well it’s when a captive starts to have feelings for their captor. Sometimes
it leads to certain things.”
Hiccup’s face turned ashen. “Dad, nothing like that happened. I promise.”
Stoick sighed and rubbed his temples. “Hiccup, hush and listen.”
“Dad, you’re making too big of a deal about this. Dagur’s just sick right now
and acting weirder than usual. Once he’s clean he’ll be fine. Anything that
happened between us wasn’t his fault.”
“No, son. When he raped you it was because he wanted to not because of some
drug he’s been abusing or whatever his father may have done,” Stoick pointed
out, noting the horrified look on his son’s face. “He chose to do what he did
and then he drugged you as well. You wield a good story, Hiccup, but you forget
who took care of you since you found you and cleaned all you wounds. You’ll
have scars in places that the sun will never see.”
Hiccup’s face was bright scarlet and he stared down at his hands.
“Now, tell me truthfully, how many times?”
“It wasn’t rape.”
“Son…”
“Once, after that it wasn’t rape. I...I wanted it. He touched something in me
and…” He waved his hand too embarrassed to continue.
Stoick ran a hand down his face. He figured as much the way the boys had been
acting. “Hiccup, he had been out to kill you and decided to make you his toy
instead. He’s no better than Alvin.”
Hiccup’s head shot up. “No! Dad, you don’t get it. What happened…it was…I don’t
know. It wasn’t like that.”
They stared at each other for a long time, Hiccup anxious and wide eyed and
Stoick feeling far too old for his age. Stoick felt another sigh escape him as
he sat back and stared down into his empty mug. He needed more mead for this
discussion. Silence reigned for a few more minutes before he finally met his
son’s gaze again. “I want to talk to Dagur when he’s better and find out his
reasoning for all this. If he’s in the right mind set he can stand trail
otherwise he’ll be forced to resign his title as chieftain and allow someone
else to lead.”
“The Berserkers won’t allow that,” Hiccup objected.
Stoick stood. “They’ll have no choice.” He paused as he neared his son’s chair.
“Tell me, Hiccup, how to feel about him?”
The boy once again stared at his hands as he picked at his nails. He glanced to
Toothless who was asleep next to the hearth. “I don’t know. I haven’t really
had a chance to think about it but I don’t want him executed. He desires a
chance to mend his ways and he’s finally accepted the dragons. He could be an
asset to Berk.”
Stoick raised a brow in surprise. The boy was looking at this as a future
chieftain would and being very political. It brought pride to Stoick but also
worry. If Hiccup was willing to sacrifice his wellbeing to keep the peace then
he could be inviting more danger than good not only to himself but Berk. He
cupped the side of his child’s head as he leaned down and gave it a fatherly
kiss, something he hadn’t done since the boy was very small. “We will help
Dagur the best we can but I will not sacrifice you to keep some silly treaty.”
Hiccup stared at him in surprise and nodded. Stoick was just about to head to
bed when Hiccup’s next question gave him pause. “This Stockholm syndrome…what
if I want to pursue a relationship with Dagur? Would you object to that?” He
turned in his chair and met his father’s steely gaze. He didn’t blink or show
fear but met that gaze straight on.
“Is that what you really want?” Stoick asked, his voice fatherly but firm.
Hiccup thought about it. “Maybe. I don’t know yet. But I know Dagur needs a
shoulder to lean on and for whatever reason he chose me. Maybe it was because
we’re both sons of chiefs, maybe because I stood up to him and continued
standing up to him even with the drink and…everything. I know I can help him
and if things progress into something more I’d like to have that option.”
Stoick studied him for several long seconds. “I still want grandbabies when you
grow up…but if you feel that this is the direction you want to go then I won’t
stop you.”
A huge smile lit the boy’s entire face and despite his injured leg he was up
with his crutches and making his way to his father that Stoick barely had time
to catch him when Hiccup launched himself into his father’s arms and hugged him
as tightly as he could. “Thank you,” the child gushed.
The Viking chief hugged his boy back. He had a bad feeling about this but for
now he would trust his son. He had come to learn that the boy at an uncanny way
of being right more often than not and he hoped that this was one of those
times. Maybe Hiccup was just what Dagur needed.
***** Chapter 14 *****
The Fury before the Calm 14
It took longer than anticipated for Dagur to recover from the use of the
poisonous berries, nearly a month and a half before his mind was stable enough
to be allowed to roam Berk without an escort by which time he became enchanted
by the numerous dragons that lived on the island. He was still hesitant around
most but would seek out Toothless and stay close to him when he became a little
overwhelmed.
The time gave Hiccup a chance to heal and really think about what happened. A
lot of it came back in flashbacks and he remembered both the pain and the
pleasure and while things were scary at first he had enjoyed the intense
pleasure Dagur given him. The fact that despite how things had begun Dagur
still wanted to be with him – even clean the older boy would hunt Hiccup down
and half drag him away, except during dragon training in which he was quietly
watch with big eyes and a smile full of adoration – still made Hiccup’s head
spin. But now that physical therapy was almost over and Gobber was fitting him
for his new prosthetic Hiccup felt a little more at ease. At least he would
have to worry about Dagur throwing him over his shoulder when he wanted a few
moments alone. He could always run away if needed, although Dagur would most
like be faster. Of course there was always Toothless who could fly him to
“safety”.
Dagur wasn’t really that bad just full of questions. Sometimes they were about
dragons other times about the possibility of them having sex again. So far
Hiccup had been able to deflect those questions and draw his attention to
something else, either back to the dragons or fighting styles. Hiccup decided
long ago he needed more one on one fighting training. Usually he’d train with
Astrid but Dagur had a different fighting style that might be nice to try –
minus the whole deranged thing.
Stoick was proud of his boy for not jumping into a relationship with Dagur
right away and so were Dagur’s advisors. Merick and Harold had arrived shortly
before Dagur was released and at first threatened war until they saw how calm
the usually hyper Berserker chief was. They didn’t seem overly surprise when
Stoick explained about the berries or the theory that Oswald may have abused
his child. It turned out Dagur wasn’t the one to murder his father but his
uncle Harold who had done so to save the boy when he had been raped and beaten
to near death. He had splattered the child’s father’s blood on the boy to make
it look as if Dagur had done the deed to ensure that Dagur did take his
rightful spot as chieftain but had not thought how badly affected the boy’s
mind was by what had happened to him or how addicted he was to the berries. He
was quite grateful to the Hooligans for taking Dagur in and helping him.
Although he wasn’t happy about the dragon situation and angered that the
Hooligans had hidden them. It could have caused war.
After Dagur was back to himself his men wanted to take him home but the boy
refused, declaring that the new treaty wasn’t yet worked out and that he needed
to discuss the matter with Hiccup – not Stoick – as to the future of their two
tribes. Stoick was not at all happy about this but agreed it may be for the
best since Hiccup was the future leader of their tribe. However, before either
boy signed it he would have to approve the new document. Reluctantly Dagur
agreed. Of course the meeting of the minds didn’t go as Stoick planned.
The Stoick and Gobber converged on the chieftain’s house late that afternoon to
retrieve the two boys for dinner. They were happy that the possibility of war
between Berk and the Berserkers had been avoided and Stoick had all but
forgotten his conversation with Hiccup weeks earlier, after all a sexual
relationship between the two boys seemed unlikely now. But when he entered his
house and heard the noises from the loft where Hiccup’s room was he was quickly
faced with a feeling he hadn’t had since his youth; the need to fight or flee.
“Dagur, quit it. It doesn’t fit,” he heard Hiccup say in a voice tinged with
pain as the bed creaked.
“Of course it will. Now stop wiggling or I’m going to hurt you,” Dagur
responded with a grunt. “Hold still, I’m almost there.”
“Ow! Hey, stop it. Dagur, stop!”
“Quit being a baby, it’ll fit.”
“No it won’t! It’s still swollen.”
“Yeah, what did you expect? It’s not as if it was abused enough already. Here,
Gobber said we sure lubricate it first. It’ll slide right in.”
“No it won’t.”
“Would you just trust me? Gobber was the one who said it not me.”
“Yeah, well then I don’t trust Gobber anymore.”
The bed began creaking again and Hiccup’s pants and small cries grew in volume.
Stoick glared at his best friend by Gobber seemed just as confused and
horrified as him. Taking a deep breath Stoick began thumping up the stairs,
fully expecting the two o have separated by the time he reached the loft.
“Ow…Ow…Dagur stop,” Hiccup panted making his father move a little faster.
What Stoick came upon made him stop dead in his tracks and Gobber crash into
him from behind. The boys were indeed on Hiccup’s bed but they weren’t having
sex or even making out. Dagur was holding the new prosthetic leg and trying to
attach it to Hiccup’s stump while the smaller boy was glaring at the offending
contraption. Both boys stared at Stoick in surprise and confusion.
“Oh…uh…are you boys having trouble attaching the new leg?” Gobber asked lamely
as he pushed himself off Stoick and scrambled up the rest of the way.
Hiccup nodded. “I accidently whacked the stump when I was getting up so Dagur
thought it was time I wear the prosthetic full time again and well…it doesn’t
fit. The stump is swollen.”
“Ah…Dagur, let me see. Now you’re absolutely right, lubricating the stump will
help it slide in much better but…”
Stoick didn’t listen to the rest. His face was bright red from the
misunderstanding and he felt like hiding in a hole. He couldn’t believe he
thought what he had and that Dagur was once again defiling his boy. He ran a
hand over his face and turned to go back downstairs.
“Dad, you okay?” Hiccup asked. He winced as Gobber fitted the artificial leg on
and bit his lip as the straps were hastily fastened.
“Fine, fine. You boys have fun. I’ll be off to the mead hall. I think I need a
drink,” Stoick answered with a wave as he descended the stairs.
“Oh, okay.”
“There you are,” Gobber announced as he patted Hiccup’s thigh. “Now don’t be
running about too much and remember to take it off before bed. If the swelling
gets worse come see me right away, alright. Now, I better help your father
before he trips. Poor man’s heart just about exploded.”
Hiccup gave his most innocent face with big puppy eyes. “Why?”
Gobber just shook his head and grinned. “It’s a father thing.”
“O-kay.”
The blacksmith hurried down the stairs after his friend and chief and teased
Stoick all the way out of the house. From the bottom of the stair they could
hear Stoick mumbling something about wanting grandbabies. It made Hiccup groan
and bury his face in his hands.
The boys waited a moment before breaking down laughing. Dagur slumped against
the younger boy with a large smile and Hiccup fought to catch his breath. “That
was close,” Hiccup giggled as he leaned against his headboard. “How did you
know?”
Dagur shrugged. “Heard them coming up the path. Over sensitive hearing and I
saw Toothless’s frills raise slightly.”
“Ahh…”
Dagur shifted closer, one hand on Hiccup’s thigh. “So where were we?”
The smaller boy shrugged and went to shift back a little. He glanced to
Toothless then back to Dagur. “Uhm…well I think you were about to kiss me.”
“Oh?” the redhead asked as he tugged on Hiccup’s hip and got him to lie down.
“That sounds like a good place to start. Are you afraid?”
“A little.”
“Don’t be. I’m not going to let your dragon fuck you. At least not here. That’s
something saved for special occasions.”
“Like what?”
Dagur shrugged. “I haven’t decided yet.”
Hiccup wasn’t sure if that was good or bad but he did feel a bit of relief. He
had finally come to terms with the idea of having sex with Dagur. Sex with
Toothless was a whole different story. He laid back as Dagur leaned over him,
studying each other’s faces for a long moment before Hiccup felt bold enough to
erase the space between them. He pressed his lips against Dagur’s, getting the
feel for those draw chapped lips before opening his mouth and licking them just
as Dagur had been to him and silently asking the older boy to open his mouth
and give him access. From there it became a war of tongues that Dagur was
quickly winning as he held Hiccup closer.
“I want to do bad things to you, Hiccup. Very bad things,” Dagur whispered in
his ear. His hand slid under Hiccup’s tunic and pushed it up until it snagged
under his armpits. He trailed kissed down Hiccup’s chin and neck, over his
collar bone and then skipped over the shirt until he reached the narrow chest.
He flicked the pebbled nipples before rolling them between his fingers. “I want
to be in you again and stretch that hole wide. I want to fill you with my seed
until it’s overflowing and then fuck you even harder. I want to see your belly
full and extended and I want you to suck my cock all the way into the back of
your throat and drink my seed. I want it to come out both ends of you.”
“You want an awful lot. What if I want to fuck you?”
Dagur smirked. “You have to be able to top me and you just can’t do that yet.”
He grasped Hiccup’s wrists and pressed them to either side of the bed. “I’m
going to make you scream.”
“That might cause my Dad and an army to break down the door to get to me,”
Hiccup warned.
“I might have to gag you.”
“Doubt it.”
Dagur took that as a challenge and with a predatory grin lowered his head to
Hiccup’s chest. He took one nipple into his mouth and began suckling as he
teased its twin his one hand. Hiccup gasped and arched his back. He fisted one
hand his Dagur’s long hair and pressed the larger boy’s head to his chest,
wanting more. The other hand he shoved in his mouth to keep from making a
sound. Hopefully his Dad wasn’t coming back any time soon.
A wandering hand slipped into Hiccup’s pants and began squeezing and yanking on
his dick as a few fingers teased his balls. Dagur switched nipples and began
sucking the other. Just that bit of touching was almost enough to make Hiccup
explode. He never dreamed sex could be so good.
“I’m going to fist you this time,” Dagur warned as he raised his head. He met
Hiccup’s eyes. “I’m going to slid my whole hand into you’re tight ass and fist
you. Then once you’re nice and wide I’m going to let your dragon fuck you.”
It was supposed to be for shock value but Hiccup didn’t even blink at that one.
He cupped Dagur’s cheek and raised his head. “How’s this. If you manage to make
me scream I’ll let me but if you don’t you have to let him fuck your ass.”
It was Dagur whose eyes grew wide but he quickly regained his composure and
gave Hiccup a devilish grin. “Deal but you’re going regret it.”
Hiccup highly doubted that, turnabout was fair play after all. He gave a little
squeak as Dagur got off him and stripped right down to nothing and then removed
Hiccup’s pants off his good leg before nestling right in. He slowly kissed the
length of Hiccup’s body, from chest to navel then his narrow, pointed hip,
inner thighs and right down to his toes before travel back up. There he paused
and fetched the jar of salve Gobber had given Hiccup for his leg. He took a
generous portion and rubbed it into the tight ring of Hiccup’s entrance.
Hiccup arched his hips. “That’s not meant for this,” he stated even though it
felt good.
“I know but it makes you all nice and slippery,” Dagur teased and then covered
his whole hand in the slippery stuff. Then before Hiccup could think too hard
on it the older boy went down on him and sucked on his hardening cock like it
was the greatest candy.
Hiccup slapped both hands over his mouth. I hurt and felt so good all at once.
Dagur not only sucked his cock but licked and suckled his balls, rolling them
around like ripe fruit. Hiccup bit his lip hard, refusing to make a sound even
though that was obviously what Dagur wanted. Then one slick finger rimed his
ass before pushing in. It twisted and cocked to one side then another before a
second finger followed and then a third, twisting and separating, stretching
his hole to allow a fourth. Hiccup jerked as they pumped in and out of him,
working hard to stretch him. That two hurt but they quickly found that special
spot in him that made him see stars and whimper loudly with need. From the
corner of his eye he saw Toothless raise his head in interest and lumber
closer. The young heir closed his eyes, not wanting to think of what was to
come if he lost this bet yet thrilling at the possibilities. There had to be
something wrong with him to want this so much. His hips bucked when Dagur
finally managed to wiggle his thumb into his tight ass.
The older boy gave a cheer. “Yes! I knew I could do it. How does it feel?
Anything like Toothless’s knot?”
The smaller boy gave a whimper. He felt so full. He could feel Dagur flex his
fingers inside him and ball them into a fist. He gave a tiny nod. As a fist it
felt an awful lot like Toothless’s knot that had been trapped in him in the
better part of an hour. He only hoped Dagur was stuck in him now.
Dagur was ecstatic. “I’m going to fist you now. It’ll hurt at first but you’ll
love it.”
It was like being punched in the gut over and over again but not quite as
painful. Each forward stroke hit Hiccup’s prostrate and while the force was
probably a little harder than Dagur meant them to be it did start to feel good
and Hiccup found himself gasping and pushing into it, wanting more, needing to
come. He bit into his fist and shook with need and it was actually a relief
when Toothless began licking his sweaty chest as Dagur sucked his weeping cock.
“Ngh..uh…huh…Dag..I’m…I’m going to…oh…ah!” Hiccup babbled, unable to keep his
moans inside any longer.
Dagur looked up as he again suckled Hiccup’s balls while fisting the boy’s ass
and stroking his cock. He immediately stopped everything he was doing at
Hiccup’s words. “After only a little fist fuck and suck? Ah…Hiccup, I thought
you were a man.”
“Just shut up and fuck me properly,” Hiccup grumbled, unable to take it
anymore. After all Dagur’s teasing he needed it now more than ever. He needed
Dagur between his legs and fucking him like he did back on the island. Once the
fist was out of his ass he went to get up, planning to ride the older boy when
he was shoved back onto his bed. “What the…why?”
Dagur loomed over him. “I changed my mind.” He climbed up until he was directly
over Hiccup, their weeping cocks brushing against one another. He took them
both in his fist and gave them a few tugs. “Last time I wasn’t very nice about
this whole mating business. I marked you as mine and you’ll always be mine
regardless if we go to war or stay allies, regardless if we marry women to
produce heirs. I want you to mark me but I also want your dragon to take his
pound of flesh for what I made him do to you.”
“Wait, you want Toothless to fuck you?” Now he was confused. Did Toothless even
understand what Dagur was asking of them? He glanced to his best friend who was
staring at them with wide questioning eyes.
Dagur slipped his hand between their legs and began rimming his own ass. “I’ve
never had a dragon in me and just seeing him fuck you was enough to make me
spill a load. Come on, Tooth, nice juicy hole just for you.”
The dragon met Hiccup’s gaze before going around the bed and clamber up onto
the wood bed. Then Dagur was lifting Hiccup’s hips and slipping into him before
the younger boy had a chance to process what was going on. A moment later Dagur
gave a cry and Toothless a roar and the rest became a blur as Dagur was shoved
painfully deep into Hiccup and then pulled out and shoved back again and again,
each time going deeper, each time hitting the prostrate straight on and so hard
Hiccup wasn’t sure if it was painful or the most pleasure he had ever felt.
Dagur seemed to be in the same situation.
“Yes, yes, harder beast, deeper…there, right there, Toothless! So big…oh!
Ngh…ah..yes!” Dagur cried, his voice getting louder by the moment.
Hiccup silenced him with a deep kiss, terrified that at any moment his father
would return. He wrapped his legs around Dagur’s hips and let them dangle over
Toothless’s hunches as the dragon pounded into the two of them, completely in
control of their movements. Even if the boys wanted to stop the dragon there
was nothing either of them could do. The dragon was lost in the need to mate
and filling Dagur with his seed.
The bed creaked under then and then suddenly cracked, the legs breaking under
their combined weight. Hiccup let out a cry as he hit the ground with the two
on top of him and Dagur was pushed even deep inside him until Hiccup was almost
sure he would be torn in half. Dagur gave a little delighted moan as Toothless
paused to access the situation before going right back to work as if nothing
had happened, bucking and ramming into Dagur without a care.
“Hiccup, I’m going to cum,” Dagur breathed as he looked down at Hiccup with
loving eyes. “I’m going to feel you with my seed. Mark me, do it now while we
cum together.”
Hiccup wasn’t given much of a chose as Dagur grabbed the back of his head and
yanked him up until Hiccup’s face pressed against a muscular chest and one perk
nipple. The youth hesitated before opening his mouth and taking that nipple
into his mouth to suck. It felt like the right thing to do and he could tell by
the shaking in the other boy’s body he liked it too – or that could simply be
Toothless pounding into him. Then, when Hiccup felt as if he would explode, he
bit as hard as he could into that flesh and nearly thrilled at the taste of
blood as Dagur held his head in place and bucked into him uncontrollably.
“Yes! Yes! Hiccup, gods yes. Harder. Fuck yeah, harder! Toothless, harder, make
Hic and me one!”
Hot searing cum filled Hiccup’s ass; so much that he felt it leak from his
bottom and cover the remains of his bed. His orgasm was just as powerful,
splashing against Dagur’s stomach and chest and hitting Hiccup’s chin. Both
sagged like rag dolls but Toothless wasn’t get done and it was nearly another
five minutes before either boy could move as the dragon finished his rut and
filled Dagur with so much cum than it overflowed and covered Hiccup’s rump and
limp cock. Thankfully the knot never made it into Dagur and once Toothless was
done he slid out of the youth with ease. Dagur slumped in Hiccup’s arms, happy,
exhausted and beyond sore.
“So…can we add that to the treaty?” he asked sleepily as he leaned his head
against Hiccup’s chest while Toothless cleaned them.
Hiccup gave a little chuckle. “I think it would have to go into the fine
writing otherwise my Dad might skin all three of us.”
Dagur nodded. “I guess we don’t want that happening. I guess doing this in your
house would be unadvisable, too?”
Hiccup glanced at the remains of his bed. “Yeah.” His back arched as his balls
were licked clean. “I think I’m going cum again…Toothless, bud, stop.”
Dagur only chuckled and began pulling at the semi-erect cock. “You got a place
in mind?”
“Maybe…ngh...oh shit! AH!”
For the next hour or two they continued to fool around and made each other cum
a number of times before getting to work on the new treaty. Of course it needed
to be pounded out quite a few times and Dagur was more than happy to show
Hiccup his way of doing that. But sadly Dagur had a tribe to run and soon had
to return to his island but that made their annual treaty signing and
occasional visits all the more exiting and Dagur held great anticipation each
time his ship neared Berk. He would wait at the bow of his ship and wait
patiently for the Nightfury to appear in the sky. Every visit came with a
personal escort from Hiccup and Toothless that would later lead to heated
nights in a grotto on the far side of the island where beast and man became one
and sex became a passion with no walls or barriers.
The End
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