Sorry for causing confusion. I realized I named chapter 3 chapter 4, but I'm too lay to change that, So much to do and so little time to do it in... ugh. Anyway, enjoy the real chapter 4. So far they have been short, my chapters, but I'm trying to make the next ones longer again, I promise, but like I said, so little time and so much to do. Enjoy! (And please, review. I love reviews. It tells me if people actually like what I write, so, review. Please.)

Chapter 4 Dagur the Deranged

They were lead to an arena, similar to the one on Berk. The one they used to kill dragons in. Dagur was waiting for them, his arms crossed, at the center of the arena. He smiled when he saw them. Well, smiled... Hiccup didn't think Dagur was capable of smiling. It was more of a grin.

'So, you two know each other. That's unexpected I might say. Not that it matters. Now I have two Night Fury's. And I could make more...'

'What do you want, Dagur.' Hiccup asked, his head held high. He wasn't about to show Dagur his fear.

'I want you to train my dragons. You see, I have been busy the last few years, catching dragons instead of killing them. But I can't train them. They don't listen to me. So I want you to do it.'

'Forget it. I'm not going to train your dragons. Alvin could have told you that and you could have saved yourself the trouble of asking.'

'Alvin was no use to me.' Dagur hissed, revering to the alliance the Berserkers had with the Outcasts a few years ago. 'He was just after Berk. And I wanted so much more, Chief Hiccup.'

Hiccup clenched his jaw. He knew it would be only a matter of time before Dagur brought that up, but it still came as a surprise. How would he even know that?

'But if I can't get you to do it, I will get him to do it.'

Dagur pointed his axe at Wrenlou, who looked up surprised.

'Whoa, wait a second, please leave me out of this. I have no idea how to train dragons. So don't ask me.'

'DON'T lie to me. You ride a Night Fury don't you? You must have trained her, didn't you! So, don't lie to me!'

'I'm not! I got her as a hatchling, a baby! It is infinitely much easier to teach a baby dragon than to train an adult! And I don't even know anything about any dragon that isn't a Night Fury! So really, I can't train your dragons. I wouldn't even want to.'

Dagur's face turned red and he looked even angrier than before, if at all possible. He started pacing back and forth, uttering curses. Hiccup and Wrenlou glanced at each other again. It was silent, the only sound coming from Dagur's rapid footsteps. He suddenly stopped and turned to Hiccup and Wrenlou.

'If you won't train my dragons, I will kill yours.'

'I know you won't do that Dagur. You want them to much for that.'

Dagur gripped his axe so tight his knuckles turned white. Hiccup knew him too well, although neither of them would admit it. This other guy on the other hand... He signaled to a few of his men.

They were grabbed by Dagur's men. Hiccup was held by his arms, exposing his chest and abdomen, while Wrenlou was simply pulled into the embrace of a big guy, knife at his throat. Dagur dropped his axe, and pulled out a knife. He looked from Hiccup to Wrenlou and then back to Hiccup. Both men stared back with an angry frown. An evil grin appeared on Dagur's face and he started walking towards Hiccup. Hiccup struggled to get loose, Wrenlou didn't dare move, not with that knife to his throat. Hiccup stood no chance against the strong vikings holding him however and his efforts were in vain. Dagur walked closer and closer to Hiccup, the knife firmly in his hand. He continued walking until they were almost face to face. Then, suddenly, he trusted the knife forward, finding a weak spot in Hiccup's armor and burying the knife in his stomach. Hiccup's scream pierced the air.