Year Six:
When Dagur saw Hiccup again, the younger boy had a dagger hanging from his belt and stayed a few feet away from him at all times.
Hiccup had once again been put in charge of watching Dagur. He was to keep him from messing up the visit.
"What should we do today?" Dagur asked, cheerfully.
"We're staying in the forge. I have to finish melting a bunch of metal for Gobber," Hiccup answered.
"Sounds boring. I want to have fun," Dagur complained as he followed Hiccup to the forge. "Can I at least make a new weapon?"
"No," Hiccup said.
Dagur sat on a stool, watching as the six year old melted a bunch of scrap metal as if he's done it a thousand times.
"How much longer is this going to take?" the older boy whined.
"Could be awhile," Hiccup answered, not caring if Dagur was bored.
Dagur looked around the forge looking for something to do. His eyes landed on a bucket full of water. He left the stool and picked up the bucket of water. In one shift motion he tossed it at the small fire pit, thus causing smoke to fill the forge. Sparks also flew everywhere. Before either boy had a chance to do anything else, the forge was on fire.
Hiccup screamed when his sleeve caught fire. The six year old ran out of the forge, while trying to bat the flames away. Dagur was right behind him, but didn't bother helping. Instead once he got a safe distance away, he just watched the burning forge.
An hour later, the fire was put out and Hiccup was being taken care of by the village healer. The fire that was on his sleeve burned through the fabric and burned his arm.
"What happened?" Osvald demanded as he toward over Dagur.
"Hiccup did it," Dagur quickly answered. "He tossed a bucket of water. Smoke and sparks flew everywhere."
"How dare you accuse him?" Stoick yelled. "He's been working in that forge since he was three. He knows better than to do something that stupid."
"Fine. I did it," Dagur admitted. "I was bored sitting around doing nothing."
"I'm sorry. Dagur isn't normally like this," Osvald apologized looking at Berk's chief. "Whatever punishment you see fit, I will back you up."
Stoick stared at Dagur for a moment as if deciding the punishment. "I think he should be put to work fixing the forge."
Dagur groaned. "I am not doing that."
"You will do as Chief Stoick says," Osvald ordered. "If not, you can forget coming back to Berk."
The yearly trips to Berk was the only time Dagur left Berserker Island. The rest of the year he was stuck to one island and seeing the same faces day after day.
The eleven year old just rolled his eyes and said, "Fine."
For the next two weeks Dagur worked on fixing the forge. The entire time, he saw very little of his secret brother. Whenever he did, Hiccup's arm was in a sling and he wouldn't stray far from Stoick.
Once in a while, Dagur would take a break and go try to make conversation, but Hiccup just hid behind the chief. And said chief would send Dagur back to work.
Year Seven:
This year, since Dagur wasn't allowed anywhere near Hiccup, he went looking for entertainment It didn't take long for him to find Hiccup's friend, Fishlegs.
"You're Fishlegs right?" Dagur asked walking up to the boy, who had his nose buried in a book.
Fishlegs looked up and his eyes widened in fear. "Y-you're Dagur."
"I am and you're my friend for while I'm here," Dagur stated. "Dad says that we'll be staying a few extra days."
Fishlegs got up from where he was sitting and started running. Dagur went after him and chased him toward the barn. Once they were both in there, Dagur barricaded the door.
"Go play with Hiccup," Fishlegs said as he backed up into a corner.
"Hiccup is busy," Dagur replied as he looked around the barn. He quickly spotted a cage. "Let's play Viking versus Dragons. You're the dragon. I just captured you. Get in the cage."
Fishlegs shook his head. "No."
Dagur walked over to Fishlegs and grabbed him by the tunic. The twelve year old then dragged him towards the cage and shoved him in there.
"Bad dragon. For that I'm not feeding you for a couple of days," Dagur stated as he locked the cage. "Not that you need to eat. Let's make it three."
Fishlegs pulled his knees to his chest and buried his head.
Dagur turned and unbarricaded the barn then left. Leaving Fishlegs alone.
After keeping Fishlegs hidden and unfed for three days, Dagur force-fed him some month old cod heads. While doing this, Hiccup, who had joined the search party, climbed through an open window, holding his dagger.
"Let him go, Dagur," Hiccup demanded making his presence known.
Dagur stood up and faced the seven year old. "We're just playing. Right Fishlegs?"
"Get me out of here, Hiccup," Fishlegs cried.
"His mother is worried sick about him. Now let him out of the cage, before I yell really loud," Hiccup threatened.
"You're nothing but a tattletale, Hiccup," Dagur stated.
"And you're a lunatic," the seven year old shot back. "Let Fishlegs go."
Dagur crossed his arms over his chest and stared at Hiccup. "No."
Hiccup open his mouth and yelled at the top of his lungs. "I FOUND FISHLEGS. DAGUR HAS HIM LOCKED IN A CAGE IN THE BARN."
As soon as he was done yelling, Hiccup smirked. "In less than a minute, that door is going to be broken open. You have until then to let Fishegs go."
"You smug little brat," Dagur complained as he unlocked the cage.
Hiccup watched as Fishlegs crawled out the cage and stood up with his arms wrapped around his stomach.
"You okay, Fishlegs?" Hiccup asked.
The boy in question shook his head. "I feel sick."
Just then the barn doors flew open. Stoick, Osvald and Fishleg's mother stood there looking at the three boys. Before anything could be done, Fishlegs threw up on Dagur's boots.
