Dagur had just watched as his father handed his newborn brother over to Chief Stoick. He was not a happy Berserker right now. All the way home, he stay below deck and pouted.
His father told him that it was necessary to keep the peace. But being only five years-old, Dagur didn't understand. The only thing he understood, was that he didn't have a brother.
Osvald and Captain Vorg stood above deck, discussing many things.
"He's never going to understand," Osvald stated.
"He's just upset right now. He'll come around. You both lost two people on the same day," Vorg explained.
"When?" Osvald asked. "When will he understand."
"When he's older," Vorg answered.
One Year Later:
Dagur was now six years old and he knew more than he did a year ago. He wasn't going to forgive his father for what he did though. But the boy wasn't worrying about that right now. Right now they were pulling into Berk's docks.
He could already see Chief Stoick, his wife and the baby she was holding.
"Is he coming home with us now?" Dagur asked looking up at his father.
"No," Osvald answered. "He won't be for many more years."
Dagur frowned, but then he grinned. He had a whole day with his brother and he was going to spend the best way he knew how.
Captain Vorg laid the gangplank down. Connecting the ship and the dock. Dagur took hold of his father's hand and together they exited the ship.
"Welcome, Osvald and Dagur," Stoick greeted with a grin.
"Hello, Stoick," Osvald said with a nod. "Can't believe it's been a year already."
"I want to see my brother," Dagur demanded as he stood on his tippy toes, trying to get a better look at the baby in Valka's arms.
"Dagur, don't be rude," Osvald admonished.
"It's fine," Valka said as she knelt down. "He's just excited to see Hiccup."
"Hiccup, huh?" Osvald questioned. "Interesting name."
Dagur let go of his father's hand and rushed over to Valka. "Can he play yet?"
Valka chuckled and shook her head. "No, Dagur. He's still to small to play."
"What does he do then?" Dagur asked.
"How about we leave the chief's to their business and you, Hiccup and I go get to know each other a little better," Valka suggested.
"Okay," Dagur agreed.
Dagur sat on the porch of the Haddock household, holding his brother. Valka was sitting in the grass in front of him, watching.
"When will he wake up?" Dagur asked
"In few hours probably," Valka answered.
"That long?" Dagur complained. "I want him to know who I am, now."
Valka frowned and shook her head. "He can't know who you really are. Your father made that quite clear."
"Why not?" Dagur asked.
"If Hiccup ever discovers the truth, bad things might happen," Valka explained.
Dagur frowned at the idea of not being able to calling Hiccup his brother to his face. "I don't think I can keep that big of a secret."
"You'll have to," Valka said. "Anyone who knows the truth, must. It's a terrible privilege"
Dagur stared down at the sleeping baby's face and sighed. From that moment on, he swore to himself that if he ever told Hiccup the truth, he would banish himself.
Year Two:
Dagur knew that something was wrong, when he saw Stoick holding a two year-old boy on his shoulder. Next to Stoick stood a man with a peg-leg and a hook-hand.
"Where's Valka?" Dagur asked, looking up at his father.
Osvald knelt down to make eye contact with his son. "Valka is in Valhalla."
Dagur fought the tear threatening to spill. He was a viking. Vikings didn't cry. Valka was like his second mother. She was always so kind to him.
"What happen?" Dagur wondered.
"I don't know. I have a feeling we're going to find out," Osvald answered as he stood up.
Dagur watched as Stoick handed Hiccup over to the man with two missing limbs and send the away.
As soon as they exited the ship, Dagur didn't stick around to find out what happened to Valka. Instead he went to go see his brother.
He quickly located his brother and the pegleg man walking into the island's forge.
"Hiccup," he called out as he ran for the forge.
The little boy looked up at the sound of his name being called. The man watching him did the same and protectively put an arm over Hiccup.
"You should be with your father," the man said looking at Dagur.
"Who are you?" Dagur demanded. "Why do you have Hiccup?"
"I'm Gobber," the man answered. "Stoick asked me to look after him."
Dagur nodded. The answer seemed to true. "I can look after him."
"You're much to young to look after a toddler," Gobber answered.
"Can I help?" Dagur asked
Gobber sighed. "I guess. But don't hurt him." The blacksmith set Hiccup down of the ground.
Dagur sat down in front of him and held his hand out to the two year old. Hiccup stared at him with wide eyes full of curiosity.
The seven year old took Hiccup right hand and placed it his. "You're supposed to shake it."
"Shake," Hiccup repeated.
"Correct," Dagur grinned. "I'm Dagur."
Hiccup tilted his head to the side. "Weapon."
The older boy gave Hiccup a funny look then looked up at Gobber.
Gobber gave him a small smile. "He's been learning about weapons."
"Oh," Dagur said, then looked back at the toddler. "I'm not a weapon. My name is Dagur. D-A-G-U-R."
"Da-gur," Hiccup pronounced. "Not weapon."
"That's right," the seven year old said.
For the next few hours, the two sat on the floor of the forge and talked. Well Dagur did most of the talking. Hiccup would just listen and occasionally repeat a few words.
It wasn't long until Stoick and Osvald came to get them for supper Dagur demanded that he be allowed to sit next to Hiccup while they ate. Neither chief had the heart to say no, so they allowed it.
