Alternate ending to the Zippleback Experience. Excuse the typos, writing this on my smartphone.
WARNING: Torture, noncon, dubcon, drug use, happy ending in future chapters. Don't like, don't read.
Dagur would never admit, not even now that the war was over, but once he almost thought of Hiccup as some sort of God. It was the only thing that made sense to be honest. How else would Hiccup, small, little fragile Hiccup, so cute and scrawny, and breakable there were time Dagur was afraid to even touch him, of all people not only tame a dragon, but defeat the Red Death and all but lead a dragon army. Okay, he did have the dragon riders but there would be no such thing as dragon riders had it not been for Hiccup. That was when Dagur knew Hiccup wasn't as fragile as he seemed. He didn't need protecting because with that Night Fury he had all the protection he would ever need. He was no longer human, no longer Viking, but something far greater and Dagur both envied and feared him…but most of All, he worshipped Hiccup. Oh he talked a big game, sending his men out to fight Hiccup and his riders, threatening any who dare harm Hiccup. No one could harm Hiccup, no one but him. But how to you harm a God? And even if he could it seemed the gods favored Hiccup as if he truly were one of their own. He glided from harms way with barely a scratch while his followers suffered in his stead. It was infuriating and arousing all at once, knowing his opponent and brother somehow always managed to escape from harm, somehow besting him no matter what Dagur did.
That changed when the Berserkers teamed with the Dragon Hunters. Ryker and his men were indeed hunters and trained to trap and capture their prey with such cunning that Dagur could not believe his eyes when they captured Hiccup with relative ease from Dragon's Edge without so much as a fight or any dragons getting in their way. Hiccup gangly body was draped over one man's shoulder, the youth kicking and cussing and demanding to be put down, as if talking to one of his friends and not realising the danger he was in.
Excitement filled Dagur as his brother was dumped unceremoniously on the deck of Ryker's ship and the sack pulled off his head. He had waited so long for this, a chance to speak with Hiccup one on one and prove once and for all they were equal. Of course, with Ryker there and demanding answers about that damned Dragon Eye didn't help matters. Match that with Hiccup eternal stubbornness issues and things quickly spiralled downhill.
And of course, almost like magic, there was a dragon there trying to save the day.
Dagur couldn't help the curse that escaped him as Hiccup darted to his feet and began running toward the Zippleback as the dragon fired at the Hunters. He was so close, so bloody close and yet another dragon had to get in his way. "Bring it down before it signals the others!" he ordered, much to the confusion of the Hunters. Ryker's men may have hunted dragons for centuries but they had never dealt with one of Hiccup's dragons.
Without waiting for backup, Dagur grabbed the multi-arrow launcher and aimed it slightly above Hiccup's head toward the dragon's chest as it lifted both it's heads skyward. The tip of each arrow was coated in dragon root. He wasn't going to lose Hiccup. Not this time. Not ever again. Hiccup was his. He belonged to him. With that thought he squeezed the trigger.
His aim was true. He hit the Zippleback square in the chest before it could create a signal fire. The dual heads turned toward Dagur in a confused way before one then the other turned toward Hiccup. The youth seemed just as surprised before crying out as the beast toppled over.
"No! Barf, Belch!" Hiccup cried, taking a step back as the dragon crumpled at his feet. He didn't immediately struggle when Ryker grabbed his shoulder, obviously in shock.
"Throw it in a cage," Ryker ordered his men as he dragged Hiccup away from the dragon. "We'll skin it in the morning and have Zippleback stew for dinner."
It was the wrong this to say and Dagur probably should have warned Ryker about saying such things in front of Hiccup. The Hooligan heir lashed out, kicking Ryker hard behind the knee with his prosthetic then bringing his tied wrists up in a quick under the nose hit that should have broken Ryker's nose if he hadn't toppled into Hiccup rather than away, almost anticipating such a move. Hiccup had nowhere to go. Ryker kept a maddening grip on one arm as he caught himself, and then, with probably more force than needed, he punched Hiccup hard in the gut. The youth's eyes widened in surprised and watered a little in sudden pain before crossing and falling closed. His breath was forced out of him and his knees buckled and instead of Ryker falling to the ground it was Hiccup. Ryker caught him and slung him over his shoulder.
"Your little god is not nearly as tough as you make him out to be," he snorted at Dagur as he passed the young chieftain toward his chambers.
"Put him down," Dagur snapped, stepping in his way.
The larger man glared down at him but Dagur held his ground.
"The deal was I get Hiccup and you whatever knowledge is in his head," he pressed, feeling slightly uncomfortable by Ryker's steely gaze. He squared his shoulders and tried to make himself taller by straightening his back and coming to his full height, which was sadly almost a head shorter than Ryker.
"Aye, and I've got nothing so far but a bruised knee," Ryker growled. "I'll take what I want from him and give you what's left."
A twisted little grin adorned Dagur's face. "I don't think so, Rykie. You see, I only ever had one rule when it came to Hiccup; no one hurts him but me. You've already broken it."
His grin faltered when Ryker mimicked it. "Then you're going to hate what I'm going to do to him next," he purred. He shoved Dagur out of his way with one hand. "You can either join me or enjoy listening to his screams out here. Matters none to me, but I'm getting what I want out of him one way or another."
Dagur stared after him, shocked by the fact that someone had dared to not only touch him but shove him out of their wag and take what rightfully belonged to him. He pivoted on one what to glare at Ryker's broad back and was surprised by how small Hiccup suddenly looked, almost like he did as a kid, unconscious and defenseless, no Nightfury to protect him. It was both shocking and strangely arousing seeing Hiccup so defenseless, but it was also very, very wrong. It should have been Dagur's shoulder Hiccup was draped over. Seeing Hiccup like this was simply wrong on levels Dagur could not quite explain, even though some strange part seemed to enjoy it.
He followed Ryker's into his cabin, a deceptively large room with only the basic comforts life, a bed, table, desk and several hard wooden chairs. Since joining with the Hunters Dagur a spent several occasions in the cabin, often to talk strategy, the odd meal, and now and then something a little more private. He barely thought of those things as Ryker dumped Hiccup in a straight back chair and tied his arms behind his back, securing them to the chair.
Hiccup's head lulled to one side, obviously still dazed but slowly coming back to consciousness. He wheeled softly, a little rattle in his lungs but nothing overtly seriously. Dagur let his anger go. Hiccup was more stunned than actually hurt which meant Ryker would get to live another day.
"Wakey, Wakey, Hiccup," Dagur sang when he saw the younger man's eyes flutter open. He gave a happy laugh when emerald green eyelet his jade ones. "There we go. See? He'll be more cooperative now. Won't you, brother?"
Hiccup blinked a few times before glaring at him.
Dagur gave him a hurt look. "Don't be like that, Hiccup. I only knocked that dragon out. He's resting in a nice cozy cage. If you cooperate we might even let it go."
Hiccup's glare hardened as he glanced toward Ryker.
The Hunter gave a toothy grin. "Or I can force feed you Zippleback soup. It's really quite tasty."
"Eh," Hiccup grumbled in disgust.
In all honesty, Zibblebavk soup didn't sound very appealing to Dagur either. "All we want is for you to show us which islands you've already explored and what you found there," he told Hiccup soothingly, with his best "I'm a good big brother looking out for you" smile.
"And the Dragon Eye?" Hiccup asked, not convinced.
"Aye, and that, too," Ryker interjected. "My guess is It's not on your person or my men would have found it when they abducted you. Tell me where it is and you might live."
"Whao…whoa there, big guy," Dagur interrupted, stepping between Ryker and Hiccup even though Ryker had made no move to strike the rider. "I told you I'd get the information from him. No need to get cranky."
"Like you and your sister did with that Astrid girl?" Ryker countered, clearly not impressed.
Dagur flushed scarlet. It had been Heather's idea to not let Astrid sleep in hopes of breaking her. They had questioned her endlessly, denied her food and water and even the use of a privy until she finally snapped…or so they had been led to believe. As if little Gustav was any sort of general. He shook the thought away. "Hiccup's different. He's smart enough to know when He's been defeated."
"I'm not telling you anything, Dagur," Hiccup said from behind him.
Dagur rolled his eyes in annoyance. "Can you just once work with me on this, brother?"
"We're not brothers," Hiccup retorted.
The Berserker glanced at him over his shoulder. Sighing, he shrugged. "Can't say I didn't try," he grumbled.
Stepping out of Ryker's way, he looked Hiccup up and down. His brother was defiant as ever, his gaze hard as he glared from Dagur to Ryker and back. His spine was straight, chin held high. He was not afraid of Ryker.
He should have been.
Heather was not here to talk Ryker out of torturing Hiccup.
There was a loud cracking sound followed by a surprised cry. For a moment Dagur was in shock as Hiccup's face seemed two snap to the left with such force Dagur feared his neck would break.
"Let me make one thing clear, boy," Ryker purred, kneeling before Hiccup and grabbing a fist full of hair to force the youth to look back at him. "You will give me what I want. Unlike your friend here who seems to worship you in some perverse way, I could care less who you are or what your name is. I will beat you to within an inch of your life and then bring you back from the dead and do it all over again to get what I want. And when I'm done I will give you to Viggo and let him auction off whatever remains." His face got dangerously close to Hiccup's. "You're only chance is to give me what I want now."
Ryker wad serious, Dagur realized. This wasn't like before when Ryker thought the riders were a joke. He would kill Hiccup to get what he wanted. "Hiccup, just tell him what he wants to hear," he told his brother, a strange sort of fear eating at him.
Hiccup didn't look at him. He glared at Ryker with such hatred that it made Dagur take a step back. "Do your worse," the rider growled.
Ryker chuckled. "I was hoping you'd say that."