Dagur smashed the lock keeping him locked up in his cell with the last rock that lay in his cell, trying to get it to open so he could get out of here. Unfortunately, the rock flew out of his hands, and the lock remained unbroken.

''As hard as you try, trust me, you're not getting pass these bars,'' a calm voice purred from the shadows.

''What makes you think that?'' Dagur asked, trying to reach the rock he dropped, laying on the other side of the bars.

''Because I know,'' Viggo spoke, walking closer to Dagur's cell.

''Yeah right,'' Dagur laughed sarcastically, ''You're just trying to convince me there's no way out so I'll stop searching when there's a possible one, but you simply don't want me to find it,''

''Look, Dagur,'' Viggo purred, bringing his arms to his back, ''you can either continue on digging in the dirt, trying figuring out a way out, or, you can accept this proposition I'm about to offer you,''

Dagur quit digging to reach his rock and looked up at his captor, wondering what he was up to. He retrieved his arm and pulled himself up.

''Care to join me for a drink?'' Viggo asked, taking out the key.

He unlocked Dagur's cell and walked him to his chamber. Dagur didn't attempt to run away for he knew it would be impossible to simply get out from underground.

They made it to a relatively large room, two drinks waiting on a table, as if Viggo expected the young Berserker chief to accept his offer.

''Things are about to change, here...'' Viggo began, handing over one of the two chalices to Dagur, ''completely.'' he continued, walking around, ''I have plans, in which will cause every dragon on Earth to be caged...''

''How will that help me?'' Dagur questioned, holding his chalice in a hand.

''Those dragons who'll be caged,'' Viggo continued, ''include the Night Fury.''

The thought about earning Hiccup's Night Fury came to Dagur, and he accepted immediately. ''Tell me what I have to do.''

''To accomplish such a thing, I'm gonna need the Dragon Eye. There is however one person who might stand in the way, even though he's poisoned, he can still pull through... You're to see that does not happen.''

''An assassination, uh?'' Dagur spoke, ''Who is it you want me to dispose of?''

Viggo turned to face him, a large smiled growing on his lips. ''Hiccup Haddock.''

...

Everything was calm and peaceful that night on Dragon's Edge. The Night Terrors guarded the island while the riders were asleep. Since the stakes were higher than ever, they needed to have eyes everywhere. Any sign of danger would be reported if seen. But so far, ever since they retrieved the Dragon Eye, nothing unusual happened, yet.

Hiccup was sleeping in his hut with Toothless, and something unexpected happened at that moment. As if a needle had just plunged itself in his arm, Hiccup sat straight up as if shocked and cried out the horrible and painful feeling in his arm, clawing it desperately.

Toothless' head rose in alert, not getting what was going on and when he saw his rider in pain, he shot to his feet and came to check him out, wanting to help him.

Hiccup bit his lips and shut his eyes, holding back the cries and tears. It lasted so long he thought it would never go away, but the pain from his arm in the end settled down and when he pulled through, it was as if nothing ever happened. Hiccup looked around, as if he was searching for a person who might of ambushed him. But there was only Toothless in the room with him, staring at him with concern.

''Hey, Bud,'' he spoke, ''it's okay, I'm fine now.''

Toothless answered him with a gentle growl, and backed away to allow him to sat right, feet on Earth. Sleeping with his armor, Hiccup had to take it off to take a better look at his arm, wondering what could possibly be under his cloth there. He placed his armor beside him on the floor close to his bed and took off his tunic to see what the problem was. But it was clear when he took one look at the cut in his skin he never realized was there, dark purple veins reaching out of it like painted roots.

''What the...'' he breathed. And as he checked it out, eyes wide staring at the injury, a knock came from downstairs followed by a call from Astrid. ''Come in Astrid!'' he let her know, putting back his tunic to hide the purple veins climbing out of the wound on his arm, not wanting anybody worried about him, especially her...

Astrid opened the door and raced upstairs to see if he was alright, for she heard him cry out, from here to her residence.

''Hiccup, you okay?'' she asked, racing to him, with an unmasked concern. ''What happened?''

''Just, uh... Just a bad dream,'' he lied, fighting for words, ''I'm fine now, thanks.''

She sighed in relief, looking back at the ideas she had made herself. ''You're sure? You look kind of... pale and exhausted.'' she noted. She noticed his hand trembling, even though it was resting on his knee. ''And shaky...''

But Hiccup didn't seem to be listening. He was staring at a very precise point on the floor, not quite there at the moment.

''Hiccup..?'' she asked, looking at him in his un-focusing eyes, doubting he was telling the truth.

''Yeah, no I'm fine really,'' he let her know, retrieving his hand so hide it.

''Alright, well, if you're not sure, you know where to find me,'' she said. Hiccup nodded and watched her disappear downstairs. Astrid didn't believed him but let him go nonetheless, letting him sleep for the rest of the time left before morning.

As soon as he heard the door downstairs close back, Hiccup lifted up his sleeve to take another look at the cut, trying to figure out where that could've come from if he never felt it. But when he looked back and remembered something Viggo showed and explained to him, he knew exactly where it came from, what it was, and what it did.

He let out a shaky sigh of fright, not believing he was hit by the man's blade without feeling a thing. If what Viggo told him about the poison having a slow, but extremely painful process, he was probably right... First effect had been incredibly painful, and he couldn't imagine what was next to come.

...

Viggo took out a dagger to give it to Dagur. Its long and unbelievably sharp blade reflected the light around, and anyone who might be victim of this weapon, wouldn't last long after he had been stabbed.

''That's what you'll use,'' Viggo spoke, sliding it in its sheath, ''to kill him. I believe you've murdered before...''

''Yes.'' Dagur said, taking no pleasure in this.

''This is the right moment to strike. The boy will be weaker than ever,'' Viggo continued, ''so make sure you do it right...''

''What could've he possibly done for you to want him dead so badly?'' Dagur questioned, wondering what happened when he wasn't around.

''That's my business,'' Viggo snapped, ''Yours is to kill the boy and bring the Dragon Eye back to me.''

''Easy enough,'' Dagur said, ''When do I set forth on this murderous journey?''

''Immediately.''