When the cabin door opened, Dagur wasn't sure what to expect. He certainly was expecting Ryker to drag out a soaking wet, teeth chatter, shivering and almost blue Hiccup.

"An hour reprieve," was all Ryker said before turning on his heel and stomping back into the dark abyss that was his chambers.

The Berserkers stared at the Hooligan heir in surprise while the Hunters seemed unfazed by youth curled up on their deck. It took a moment for Dagur to shake the surprise off and go gather his brother. He was taken back by the shocking cold from the soaked clothing, and for once Hiccup didn't fight or struggle and have some witty comment. In fact, if Hiccup wasn't rapidly blinking or teeth chattering, he would have been dead weight. Nonetheless, Dagur hauled him up with ease and started across the deck to the hold where his guests quarters were at the back of the ship, away from the rest of the crew and where the dragons were caged. Hiccup babbled under his breath but the words made no sense and Dagur dismissed them as chattering of teeth and shock from the ice water.

Once in the privacy of the ridiculously small chamber he shared with his sister, Dagur threw the lone wool blanket from the bed around Hiccup and began undressing him.

"Wha…what are you…you doing?" Hiccup chartered, pulling away from Dagur. He had nowhere to go and immediately bumped into the now closed down.

"You're soak and wet and freezing cold. I'm not letting you lay in my bed like this," Dagur explained, tugging at Hiccup's trousers again.

Hiccup slid along the wall to his right. "Fir…first…I don't want to be anywhere near your bed. Second…clothes stay…stay on."

Dagur piled his eyes in annoyance. "Do we always have to do this dance?" But he managed to pin Hiccup in the corner. Luckily the younger man was in no condition to fight him and after only a small struggle, Dagur managed to get his clothing off him. He didn't leave Hiccup like that, despite how much he wanted to. With Ryker's warning of only an hour, Dagur searched for something that might fit Hiccup and warm him up. The only thing that came remotely close was a pair of Heather's tights that hugged Hiccup thighs in a way that almost had Dagur drooling and ripping them off again.

"Why are you doing this?" Hiccup asked, his voice breathy and eyes glazed. He looked as if he was about to pass out. "Why team up with…"

Dagur caught him as his knees gave out. He lifted Hiccup into his bed with relative ease and sat on the edge next to him. "Hiccup?" he asked tentatively, unsure if his brother had fainted or just gone weak in the knees from the cold. He brushed aside damp strands of brunette hair and studied Hiccup's face for a long moment. The youth's lips were a soft shade of blue as were his ears. His entire body was ice cold even with a warm pair of trousers. Without thought, he removed the wet tunic, intent on replacing it with one of his own but stopped when he saw Hiccup's chest and abs. Hiccup was not a little boy anymore. There was no baby fat or little belly. Instead Hiccup was tone. Not overly muscular and his core was tight, no doubt from his years of dragon riding. Dagur ran a hand down it in awe, then over strong thighs that were clearly visible through the black tights. He was tempted to strip Hiccup completely to get a good look at his prize. After all, he had waited years for this moment. Ryker shouldn't have the right to torture Hiccup before he had a chance to truly conquer him.

"Hiccup," he whispered again, taking Hiccup's left hand and lifting it to his face. "Come on, babe. Daddy wants to have a little fun before Rykie takes you again."

Hiccup murmured something, his lashes fluttering as he tried to return to consciousness.

"You're not playing with Ryker, are you?" Dagur asked earnestly, not he wanting to let his mind delve into the deep dark hole it often did when he and Ryker were alone and not worrying over duties or business. He and Ryker had a lot of fun when alone, more than Dagur had with anyone else…except Heather. Heather was fun to be with when alone. She knew how to have fun. She made the best sound when they fooled around. She liked it rough. Dagur absently wondered if Hiccup liked it rough, if he would make the same sounds while being drilled into. "You're not messing with Ryker, are you? I can give it to you so much better."

Hiccup blinked in confusion. "Give me what?" he murmured, clearly confused.

Dagur cackled in delight, causing Hiccup to cringe, his head tender from the cold. "I'm going to enjoy you," he breathed once he settled down. He climbed over Hiccup, pinning the Hooligan heir to the bed. "So brilliant yet so beautifully naïve. At least with Heather she knew all about our little dance. She moved with it because she knew where she belonged. But you…I'm going have to teach you all the moves."

Hiccup shook his head, obviously not understanding. It was most likely due to be tortured than being naïve. This might actually be the break Dagur needed to finally make Hiccup his. Let Ryker torture him, let him hurt Hiccup to an extent, then Dagur can fix him up and make him all better then seduce him.

But Hiccup wasn't that dumb. He pushed Dagur away and tried getting to his feet. "No!" he snapped. "Whatever you think this is, it's not happening."

Dagur stared at him in surprise. "Hey, look, you're here, I'm here…let's make the best of it. When Heather gets back…" He placed a hand on Hiccup's still icy shoulder but his brother pulled away and stood and shaky knees.

"I did you do it? How did you convince her to join you?" the heir demanded, a hurt in his gaze Dagur had never seen before.

Dagur's eyes widened slightly and he gave a small nod. "I get it. You two are…were close. But I'm the only family she has left. Blood's thicker than water, Hiccup. But so are bonds created at birth." He gave a sigh. "I knew you wouldn't take it well, not until I fixed it."

"Fix what?" Hiccup demanded, sorely confused and fighting back his temper.

Dagur shook his head. "Heather will be back soon. Then we'll discuss it like a family."

"Dagur, I am not your brother…or whatever else you think I am. Just let me and the Zippleback go and I'll forget this ever happened, Okay?"

The Berserker gave a hearty laugh and he stalked the few feet separating him for his prey. "Forget it ever happened. I don't want you ever forgetting what's about to happen because it's NEVER going to stop."

He grabbed Hiccup by the collar of his borrowed tunic and yanked him forward into a heated kiss. Hiccup didn't return it, not that Dagur expected him to. The poor boy was probably in too much shock to respond to such unexpected affection, but he'd learn. Dagur fully expected Hiccup to come to his way of thinking with only a few simple touches and a press of lips. The kid was so starved for attention when he was little that he would melt at finally being kissed by his one true love.

Or so Dagur had led himself to believe. Reality was not nearly so kind and Hiccup had a mean upper cut that sent Dagur wheeling backward and tripling over his own bed.

Hiccup spat on the floor in disgust. "Seriously?" he demanded, wiping his mouth on the Edge of the oversize tunic. "All of this was just so you can kiss me? What's next, huh? Should I be expecting to be tied to you bed or some shit? Sweet Thor, Dagur! I knew you had a thing for me but I'm not…" He waved his hands in a angry manner, gesturing to Dagur.

"You just gestured to all of me," Dagur pointed out, confused.

"Cause I'm not into…all of you," Hiccup explained as best he could. "Geez, Dagur. I know You're deranged and all but really?" He grabbed at his hair and pulled. "I don't believe this is happening. I've got a maniac out there torturing me and a nutcase here trying to…trying to seduce me." He didn't want to say rape, he was pretty sure Dagur wouldn't go that far. "Oh my life is completely messed up!"

"You talk too much," Dagur muttered as he stood.

"You stay there or the next thing I hit won't be your face," Hiccup warned.

Dagur gave a low growl and moved as if he might pounce on Hiccup but a knock at the door made both men freeze.

"Sire," Savage called, opening the door just a crack. "Ryker want Hiccup back for more questioning."

"Tell him we're busy," Dagur snarled, reaching to slam the door shut. Instead Hiccup grabbed it and yanked it open enough to squeeze through.

"I'll take the maniac torturing me," he announced, allowing Savage to grab his arm and drag him away.

Dagur stared after him in shock. This was no how things were supposed to go.