It had been a bit since my last run in with Hiccup and I was talking to my drawing of that Nightfury. Savage came in and called me "Dagur". He's not even one of my Berserkers. We are not on a first name basis. I'm "your Derangedness" to him. See? It sounds so natural to say! Anyway, he came to tell me that my theory of Dragon Root making dragons go crazy was right! That opened up so many options for taking down my frail foe.[laughs] We had to find something to do with it, though. Savage suggested that we spy on Berk and find the perfect time to plant it. It was so simple, that it was brilliant!
We watched as the dragons were put in the stalls. Wonderful![laughs] The root would mess them up before Hiccup and his flunkies even knew what the issue was. That night, Savage and one of my Berserkers put the root in front of the stables. We opened their bars while leaving and closing them in the arena. The fun was about to begin!
The other riders tried to distract their reptiles as Fishy attempted leaving with his Gronckle and the Dragon Root. Little did they know that we were there.[laughs] We closed the gates just as he was about to pass through! My Berserkers readied their bows and I told Hiccup that either he relinquish his Night Fury, or lose his friends. There was no other option. Stoick came and made one as he and the other Berkians attacked my men. Savage went to fight and was kicked away by Alvin! What was he doing alive?! He started helping Stoick and the rest of them. Everything was crumbling, quickly and Savage offered that we retreat. Our plan had failed again. I was determined that I wouldn't leave Berk worse off than I had come there. Spotting Stoick, I saw that he was on the ground in pain. Adjustments sometimes have to be made for strategies.
We apprehended him and I called down to Hiccup, telling him that we were leaving and if any dragom were spotted, they would be down one Stoick the Vast. I meant that too. No bluffers are allowed in my ranks. We left and tied him up, awaiting what Hiccup's decision would be.
The subsequent morning, I had Stoick's ropes tightened-never can be too sure-and brightened the mood by telling him that soon he'd either be free or dead. Flip a coin![laughs] His life was entirely in Hiccup's hands. Such a bad place for it to be.
In a couple of hours, Hiccup came with his reptilian, nocturnal rage. We attacked them and it went right under where I had put the cage to fall! It came down hard and I almost couldn't believe that after long last, that dragon was mine. I figured that the first thing to do would be to change his name. It's stupid and way too cutesy. [says, mockingly]"Toothless". Bleh! Hello! He has teeth! He even demonstrated such by snapping at me. Yet another thing we would have to change. He would learn to respect me or I'd go back to my original plans, i.e. skull hat.
I brought out my sword to discipline the beast and Hiccup protested. I had my vikings lock him up were his father was. They'd both be executed some time later. Hey, I said that by sundown we'd drown Stoick. I wasn't going to wait that long, so it was different. Thusly, making it so that I, technically, still kept true to my deal. Integrity.
I kept laughing in joy at my success. There were so many things we could do with a Night Fury. Since we never got that Skrill, he would be our new logo. He'd be on our shields, sails, all that. The price was beginning to concern me, but that was a time for glory and not frugality. Besides, burning Berk down was the first matter of business to take care of.
I started tossing some names around to see what stuck with the Night Fury. I offered Deathkiller, but he wasn't a fan. Don't, personally, mind if we both like his name. As long as "death" was still in it, of course. The naming process was cut short by a Whispering Death, Alvin, and Mildew popping up out of the blue.
More Whisperers came and the floor began to break apart. The ground underneath us caved in and my Berserkers and I fell with the Night Fury. Two tried to get him and failed. Must I do everything myself? I jumped on his back and stayed for a while, but the dumb thing knocked me off and swatted me with his tail. A Screaming Death came, shortly and it roared with the Whispering Death. Odd behavior if there was no relation. That was when I realized that it must have been looking for its mom. Plus, Hiccup wouldn't attract a Screaming Death without some reason.
We lassoed the smaller dragon and I told Hiccup that we both knew everyone would die, if I killed it. Bargaining was on my mind, but it seemed to have surprised him. What did he think I wanted?[laughs] Before my trade could work, that stupid Snothat flew by and blasted us. It was kind of cool too-which makes it even worse that it was against me!
In a final attempt, I charged with a spear to kill Hiccup and Snotlip. A hard object hit me in the face, disorienting me. Turned out that, said object, was Alvin. He had a grudge about what I had tried to do. Picking me up by my shirt, I began to feel fear rise inside of me. I hate when that happens. It's rare, obviously. Alvin meant business, though and there was no way to escape. Despite knowing it was futile, I called Hiccup for help. Didn't get any, but it was my last hope. Mentally, I prepared myself for whatever was to come.