Chapter 1: Dagur
"I want Hiccup in those dungeons NOW!"
This was the voice of Dagur the Deranged, chief of the Berserker tribe. Ever since the dragon hunting encounter on dragon island, when Hiccup flew off on his Night Fury, Dagur was determined to get revenge for the lies he had been told. He wanted Hiccup to tell him where Toothless was hidden, for Hiccup had concealed the dragon in the archipelago.
Dagur wanted that Night Fury.
He wanted to kill it and wear its skull as a helmet. He knew Hiccup wasn't going to tell him where Toothless was hidden, but he knew he would use all the strength in his body to get the dragon's location out of his master. He walked slowly towards the dank cell, and behind its bars, starving and silent, was Hiccup. Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Third, dragon master and son of Stoick the Vast, reduced to a quivering heap of useless. Dagur looked at the boy for a while, before he leaned into the bars and squatted next to Hiccup.
"Hiccup," he began, "You could have been my brother."
Hiccup slowly turned to look up at him, and angrily but quietly replied,
"I don't know why I would want to be the brother of a bloodthirsty maniac like you."
Dagur almost exploded when Hiccup had finished speaking. He grabbed his favourite dagger from his belt and walked into the cell containing Hiccup. He knelt down in front of the scrawny boy and took hold of his arm.
"This is for talking back at me." he said spitefully.
Dagur clutched the dagger firmly in his hand and began to carve the word 'brothers' into Hiccup's right arm, causing him to moan in pain as he slowly drifted out of consciousness.