AN: Yeah so, if you like Dagur and Hiccup, like how you like Peanut Butter and Jelly together, then you must be reading this story. Or unless you're like me, I hate peanut butter, or unless your allergic, then they go together like Macaroni and Cheese.

Disclaimer: If I owned HTTYD, I would make Hiccup and Dagur flirt a lot more than what Astrid and Hiccup do now. Oh wait...they do! I would also make them have more relationship development than Astrid and hiccup! Oh wait...They do! Sadly, I don't own it. *Sighs*

Italics mean someone is thinking, if it's in apostrophe's like this, 'Word'. If a word is italicized and its not in ' ', its just italicized for emphasis.

*IMPORTANT* Added stuff to this chapter to hopefully explain things a little better.

Inked In Your Skin

Chapter I: Inked

Dagur was panicking. He was going to die. And for what reason? To save a sister who probably didn't love him?

The images of what he had just done replayed in his mind as he started to bleed out.

~Inked In Your Skin~

The cave was dimly lit by torches, their footsteps echoing loudly against the stone floor. Their shadows flickered across the walls, dancing along with the flames. The dim light casted an eerie presence upon the small group as they trudged along the cavern.

Dagur was marching in front of the the guards, his sister in front of him, chained. She was marching to her own execution, and the more Dagur thought about what he has going to do, the more he realized it might soon become his execution.

He pointed his finger toward the spot where his sister's blood was to be spilled, and she reluctantly trudged along slowly, giving Dagur a forlorn gaze. She stood there, her heart beating in her chest, as she mentally tried to prepare herself for what was to come.

Dagur looked around the grotto. No one else seemed to be in sight, he had to do it now. He had to free Heather, before the guards noticed what was wrong, and all ragnarok broke loose. Dagur slowly clenched his hand into a fist, eerily sliding behind the guards without their notice.

"Wait...This doesn't seem right." One of the guards said, " Aye, Viggo specifically said-" The other started to say.

'Well, they just figured it out. So much for plan A, 'Make it look like Windshear escaped and blame it on the dragon'. Now to plan B!' Dagur thought.

Dagur darted his hands towards the guard's heads, and smashed them together with such force, that they fell to the ground unconscious.

'At least I hope they're unconscious. Not that them being dead, would be a bad thing...' Dagur pondered.

This was not how he had imagined his master plan going. Dagur's mind raced for a solution to the newly introduced problem, and his brain quickly rerouted to the most familiar response.

Sarcasm.

'Always dependable.'

"News flash! I no longer care what Viggo has to say," Dagur proclaimed,flicking his wrists. His face then contorted into a somber look, his eyes narrowed at Heather's trembling frame. He raised his axe, both hands on the handle as he swung down.

"Dagur please, don't!" Heather begged.

The sound of metal reached her ears, and she looked down to see that Dagur had not landed a blow on her, but instead her shackles as they dropped to the floor with a thud.

Dagur's heart ached as he registered what Heather had just said to him.

'She begged for her life. She thought I was going to hurt her. Am I really... that deranged?' Dagur buried the unwanted philosophy, and refocused his attention to the matter at hand. He brought his thumb and forefinger to his lips, and whistled. In a matter of seconds, the all too familiar sound of wings slowly echoed throughout the cave, and Windshear landed at the exit, bounding happily at the sight of Heather.

"Windshear, you're okay!" Heather cried out jubilantly. Heather buried her face in the dragon's, sparing a second to glance at her older brother.

She could have sworn that as Dagur looked on at the reunion from a couple feet away, he gave her the same look she had given him moments before.

She wanted to say something, but lost her nerve as he calmly turned his head away from her, and slowly walked away.

~Inked In Your Skin~

*Flashback*

Dagur roughly shoved Heather as he marched her to the dragon cage, following Viggo's command. The air was tense, and a heavy silence fell over the pair as they walked.

When they had finally reached the cage, Dagur decided to commentate.

"This should keep you nice and cozy until we bring this Dragon Rider nonsense to its horrifying conclusion," he commented.

Before he could push her into the cage, she abruptly turned around.

"Dagur," she argued, We come from a proud and historic tribe of vikings. Berserkers, we don't turn on each other. We stand for eachother," she said, pleading with her green eyes,"How can you just ignore that?"

Dagur smiled. 'What a stupid question,' he thought.

"Well," he said with a smile, "I let it enter my head and then I pay no attention. Right? I mean, that's how you ignore something," He said placing one hand on his hip, and flippantly waving the other in the air.

"But you don't. You can't," Heather pleaded, "I know you, Dagur. We share the same blood. You're too smart to ignore anything, brother."

Dagur narrowed his eyes at her words.

"Can I ask you something, sister?" He batted his eyelashes, and grinned.

"Of course. Anything," She said a bit relieved, a small smile on her face.

"Where, were all these lovey-dovey family values, when you were trying to blow up my ship, and kill me?!" Dagur shoved his face in front of his sister's, spitting as he talked. He was furious, Dagur might have been insane, but he wasn't a muttonhead. He hadn't forgotten how his sister almost decapitated him on her quest for vengeance.

Heather racked her mind for ideas, she had put herself in a corner.

"I didn't know you were my brother at the time," she tried to reason quickly, but upon remembering their deadly encounter, her words turned sour.

"And if you remember, you destroyed my entire island."

Dagur's eyes widened momentarily as he took on the force of those words, but he quickly gathered his bearings.

He put his finger on his chin, and pretended to be deep in thought.

"Hm. Good point. Are we okay, you and I, on that whole thing? Still some lingering feelings of skepticism?" Dagur's eyes scrutinized every move her body made as he scanned her for any sign of resentment.

She remained silent.

"Thought so." Dagur said full of spite and conviction, hurling her into the cage, the lock clicking into place as the door closed.

"Wait! What are you doing?" Heather started to panic.

'Locking you in a cage, duh.' Dagur started to pace, placing his hands behind his back.

"If there's one thing I've learned out here over the years, it's that I can only trust one person." Dagur declared to Heather.

"And do you know who that person is?" Dagur questioned, leaning towards Heather.

"Dagur."She muttered, her eyes glancing to the side.

Dagur was delighted at his sister's answer. 'Finally, somebody who understands.'

"Correct! Dagur! That's who I trust. He's so trustworthy. He's faithful. Tried and true, that Dagur." He said as he paced, bringing his hands up to his chest with each word he said.

"I'm your sister. There's nothing I wouldn't do for you." Heather said in defeat.

Dagur looked her up and down, briefly pausing to register the meaning behind her words, but a bad memory resurfaced. He remembered the last time he trusted someone. It had cost him his pride, and a little something more.

'Hiccup.' He clenched his teeth at the thought of the name, and batted his eyelashes at his sister, playing dumb.

"Really?" He questioned, looking at her innocently. He scoffed.

'Like that's even possible.'

"Yes." At this point, Dagur noticed she said every word with exasperation.

'If what she's saying is true, then she wouldn't mind being able to keep quiet.' He thought scornfully.

'She's lying. She's lying just like Hiccup.' His face abruptly twisted into a sneer, and he allowed his pent-up anger to break through the cracks of his crumbling sanity as he shoved his face through the bars.

"Then stop moving your mouth and don't make any more trouble!" He yelled. His face then turned placid, and he sighed.

"You know, you're really giving the family a bad name." Dagur said coolly, and he walked off, still trying to decipher Heather's dying declarations of love.

*End Flashback*

~Inked In Your Skin~

*The Present*

Dagur ran wildly through the woods, trying to put as much distance as he could between him and the Viking's after his blood. The stars shone above, the moon mockingly smiling down at Dagur as he held his hand to the bleeding wound from his ribs. He tried to stop the blood flow by applying pressure, but it was useless. The blood was still running down his fingers, but on the positive side (If there was still one, at this point.) at least he knew Viggo was long gone by now.

Just a few moments before, Viggo had fatally wounded Dagur when he found out about his disloyalty to him; releasing him in the woods. He sent a few of his men to finish the job.

Dagur's life was a game to him.

And Dagur was losing.

'I'm screwed! I'm gonna die here in the woods, because for the first time in my life, I actually helped someone. Dammit!'

He was jogging now, his breathing coming out in heavy pants. He didn't want to die. Not like this. Not without facing Hiccup. Not before he could cross out his name in red.

Dagur's lungs were on fire. He was walking now, staggering through the thick foliage. He suddenly tripped over a branch, and fell, lying on his stomach.

'No. NO! I'm not going to die here! I'm not going to die here! I can't! I'm too...important? Prideful? Arrogant? Sadistic? Desperate?' Dagur smiled ironically at his train of thought.

He heard the heavy fall of footsteps coming closer to him. He could barely make out the voices drawing closer to him.

"There's the traitor!"

"Kill him."

"No, let's have some fun with him first."

'Shit.' He mustered enough strength to flip himself on his back, and looked at the stars, their tails becoming blurry as his breaths became heavier and labored. Black dots danced in his eyes. He closed them.

Then suddenly, the familiar sound of wings reached his ears.

"Toothless! Plasma Blast!" Light exploded around him, and he felt something heavy land on the ground next to him. His eyes fluttered opened, and he tried to regain his bearings.

'Hiccup?' The brunette looked down on him from Toothless, frozen in place as his eyes traveled down the Berserker's bloodied frame.

"Barf, Belch!" He heard another pair of voices nearby.

"Hiccup! Grab the stiff, and let's go!" A female voice called out.

"There's so much blood…" He heard Hiccup mutter.

"Hiccup!" The voice was more persistent this time, and Dagur felt himself being lifted off the ground, his face laying against something scaly and cold. His back however, was pressed against something hard and warm.

'Hiccup.'

"Let's get out of here bud!" Dagur felt cold air hit his face, and looked down to see the ground disappear.

Dagur slowly closed his eyes, and darkness washed over him.

The Riders were in the clouds now, slowly descending from the thin sheet of vapor. Heather was with them, flying in the rear next to Fishlegs. A heavy silence washed over the group as they continued flying.

It was driving Tuffnut crazy.

"So, are we going to talk about how we just saved enemy numero uno? Or am I the only one who finds saving somebody that tried to kill us more than a 1,000 times, crazy?" He inquired.

He glanced at Heather, hoping she might provide an answer.

No answer came, but Ruffnut decided to commentate on the whole situation.

"I concur brother Tuffnut, although I would prefer to call the situation deranged." Ruffnut didn't understand why they were helping the Berserker either. They spent half their time getting away from him, and the other half trying to capture him.

'Oh yeah, and trying not to get killed by him.' She thought. The twins banked their dragon next to Hiccup.

"Oh wise and powerful leader, why did we save this deranged maniac?!" She questioned with a false bow of her head.

He stayed silent.

Ruffnut gave him her signature look, and turned to Astrid for help.

The blonde simply turned to Hiccup for an answer as well, she didn't know why they had saved Dagur either.

"Hiccup. What now?" The brunette turned to look at Astrid who was waiting for an answer that would never come. He saw the rest of his team had the same dilemma, they were all in some state of shock. Fishlegs, the Twins, Snoutlout, and Heather had been eerily quiet ever since they had left Viggo's island.

And for Snotlout, that was a miracle.

"Head back to the Edge! I have to make a quick stop to assess Dagur's wounds!" He yelled over the wind.

"I'm coming too." Heather bluntly added.

"Alright."

Astrid nodded to Hiccup, and motioned for the rest of the Dragon Riders to follow her back to the Edge as Hiccup flew Toothless down a small island he spotted a mile off.

Dagur was leaning on Toothless, his back facing Hiccup as he tried his hardest not to drop the Berserker, and end all their problems right there.

"Drop us down there bud!" Toothless warbled in agreement as he dove for the small island and both riders landed on a sandy shore.

Hiccup had Heather help him slowly lower Dagur's body on the sand, peeling back the Beserker's blood soaked shirt as he inspected the wound.

The cut was deep, barely missing vital organs and arteries- he was lucky to be alive. He cleaned the wound and applied a tourniquet ,deciding it would be a good idea if they waited until they were back at the Edge to give him the proper medical care he needed. He was going to need real medical help if he wanted to live.

'Both physically and mentally,' Hiccup commented snarkily in his head.

Hiccup finished wrapping the wound, tying a knot as he remembered how the group had gotten stuck in the awkward situation they were now in.

* A few Minutes Ago*

Viggo had just escaped, and Heather had disappeared. Hiccup was livid.

"Viggo's gone, Hiccup! Just what do you expect to find there?" Astrid argued.

Hiccup had just suggested going back down to the island, but Astrid rejected the idea every single time he had suggested a good reason for it.

"Viggo might be gone, but that doesn't mean everything else is. He might have left something important. A clue, a map-" he tried to reason.

"No Hiccup! It's too dangerous. We can't know for sure that he didn't leave any booby-traps or fail-safes," she said.

"Exactly!" Snoultout commented, "We barely got out of there, and now, you want us to go back?" He questioned.

Before Hiccup could retort, he saw Heather and Windshear headed straight towards them from the direction of the island.

She halted the Razorwhip in front of Astrid, an unreadable look on her face. "Good," she said relieved, "You're still here."

"Heather? I thought you left! Did something happen?" Hiccup asked in surprise.

"It's Dagur." She answered, "I need your help." Hiccup tried to register what she just said, but he was confused what she meant when she said the words, 'Dagur, I need your help.'

"What happened?" He asked calmly.

"Viggo- when he found out that I was the mole, I was supposed to be executed, but Dagur-" She shook her head. "Dagur freed me right before it happened, and I escaped on Winshear."

"There's no way he would've taken him as a prisoner." Hiccup said dismay.

"So, he's dead." Tuffnut concluded.

"If that was true...then Heather wouldn't be asking for our help right now." Fishlegs reasoned.

"Fat chance." He snorted.

The gears in Hiccup's mind started to turn.

"No. Fishlegs might be right. He didn't kill him, at least not right away." He ran his hand through his hair as he spoke excitedly.

"Viggo likes to play games with his enemies. He would have left Dagur barely alive, with little to no chance of survival-" He theorized.

"Exactly. He might have left Dagur on the island somewhere, but it's too big for me to search alone." Heather said in dismay.

"Which is why you came back to us. To ask us for help." Astrid finished.

A silence fell over the group as they tried to fathom what the blonde had just said. Even Snotlout was quiet.

...

"Wait! What?!" Snotlout exclaimed in both confusion and anger.

'So close.' Hiccup groaned in his head.

"Let me get his straight." He held his hands up in a false surrender. "You want us, to help you find a bloodthirsty, insane, murderer?!"

She meekly nodded, a sheepish smile on her face.

"That's crazy-no...Deranged!" Tuffnut quipped.

"I concur brother Tuffnut." Everyone murmured in agreement, except Hiccup. if anything, he seemed...interested?

Heather grinned, a look of determination in her eyes. "That's why I asked you for your help."

Her heart picked up its pace as it beat wildly with passion. "We're all mad here." She looked at Hiccup, "If we do anything crazy, its just business as usual."

"True." The twins said unison. Astrid gave a small smile, and Fishlegs muttered something under his breath about his sanity.

"Hiccup, I need to know if you'll help me." She asked, pleading.

Hiccup shook his head and sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose. He was really going to regret this later. "You're right Heather. Everyone here is crazy, including me." His grip on Toothless' saddle tightened as his eyes lit ablaze with excitement.

"Team. Fall out!"

~Inked In Your Skin~