Dagur stepped back to look at his, finally completed, creation. "It's beautiful." he said, emotionally. A throne, adorned with weapons, sat in the center of the room. He had been so bored since Heather left. Everyone was in their place and getting along, not being berserk at all. The chief made a throne for Heather too, also adorned with weaponry. "I wonder if she would want more bludgeons or not." he thought.
"I hope she gets back soon." He went outside and trained with Deathkiller. "One more loop, Baby. Make Daddy proud!" he encouraged. The Skrill made a ring out of electricity and they flew in its middle. The Berserker laughed and then squinted. "Is that-" They flew towards the dots in the sky and met up with the riders. Dagur began to panic as he saw who was there. "Where's Heather?" he asked, concerned. He was met with worried faces. They landed by the stables.
"What happened?" Dagur demanded. "We went out on a mission to get some Changewings back and Heather and Fishlegs got captured." Hiccup told him. The chief shifted back and forth on his feet, "Where were you?" "At the edge. The Changewing migration is happening right now and we found some getting taken. When Heather and Fishlegs went in to save them, we found out that the hunters knew we were there." Astrid said. "We now where they're headed. We just didn't have enough people to cover the fight." Hiccup explained.
Dagur called to his warriors, "Listen up! Heather has been taken captive by Viggo and the hunters. We're going to go there en mass, rip their skeletons out of their pathetic bodies, and bring her back home!" The Berserkers cheered. "I hope that was just a way to boost morale." Hiccup said to him. Dagur heard nothing, his only focus was making sure that the warriors were ready for battle and that his own mind was sharp enough to ensure Heather's safe return.
Deathkiller stood in the ship next to Dagur. The Berserker had never navigated so well as he did then. He fumed the entire way until they spotted a ship. "There they are." Hiccup flew over to tell him. The Berserker ships were larger and sturdier than the hunters', so Dagur steered into the smaller vessel. Jumping on Deathkiller, they zoomed onto the other deck.
The Skrill bit into hunters and threw them into the water. Dagur dismounted and non-eaten hunters came at him. He axed one that approached him and ran to ax another. A hatch opened and Ryker arrived on the scene. He scowled at his fallen crew, "Lookin' for your sister, eh? Might just be too late now." Ryker stated, with a smug smile. He and Dagur charged at each other. The hunter slashed with his sword and missed. Dagur disarmed him, kicked behind his knees, and raised his ax.
The Berserker brought down his ax and stopped mid-plunge when he saw what he would hit. Hiccup stood in his way, glaring, "No, this is not how we're going to end this. Put down that ax, Dagur." The chief fumed and shook, violently. Ryker rose and went to escape. Dagur went to move around Hiccup, who did not notice Ryker leaving-nor did the others-and kept moving to block him. He shoved Hiccup out of his way and the viking hit the wall, hard. Dagur was pinned to the ground by Toothless, who had a murderous look in his eyes
The Nightfury bared his fangs and the Berserker turned ashen. Dagur changed the look in his own eyes and laughed, "Finally time to complete what you started? You've had my taste in your mouth for years and just couldn't stand not having it all. Well, my sister takes priority, so you're gonna have to wait longer." Deathkiller shot Toothless with a blast of electricity and scooped up Dagur. The two maneuvered around the riders and were almost in the clear. The chief cringed as he heard spines being shot. Two hit the Skill in his side, "You can make it, Skrilly." Dagur encouraged. Deathkiller tried to keep flying, but slowed and they were caught by the others.
The others forced them to land and Astrid pointed out her ax, "We're going back to the edge to regroup. Are you going to be civil or act like a savage?" she questioned. Dagur looked at his situation and complied. He knew when he was outmatched and there were just too many dragons for him to get Deathkiller and himself out. Hookfang and Barf and Belch carried the Skill back to the edge as Dagur rode with Astrid.
"What the heck was all that?!" Hiccup yelled at him, "You just slaughtered the entire crew and were about to kill Ryker!" Dagur still fumed, "How dare you. You let him get away and you're upset with me?" he asked, irate. Toothless snarled, "And keep your murderer under control." the viking growled. The riders looked at each other. Astrid took two spines from Stormfly and hit them together. The Triple Stryke came over to her. "You're the one's that out of control, Dagur. We can't trust you to handle this situation, correctly." Hiccup told him. "What does that mean?" Dagur asked, suspiciously. The riders began to close in on him, "I don't want to fight any of you." "You won't have to."
The Triple Stryke went to where Dagur was-the only remaining space. The Berserker tried to move around to avoid whatever attack would ensue, but had nowhere to go without possibly hurting one of the others. He felt a sting and a lingering pain in his side. His vision blurred and everything went red. Clutching his abdomen, he sank to the ground. Astrid came over and bound his hands behind his back and Toothless crawled to him. The Nightfury dragged him by the leg as lethargic fear coursed through Dagur's veins.
The Berserker was locked in a cell, he shook his head to try to shake away toxins. "I just want Heather to be safe." Dagur said, sincerely. The younger viking checked his dragon for any injuries caused from the lightning. "When the mission is over, I hope that you'll be calmer." Hiccup said. He and Astrid mounted their dragons, "You can't leave me here. I have to make sure she's okay! Please, Hiccup!" Dagur pleaded. "She will be. Just wait until we get back." Hiccup and Astrid left. Dagur watched in despair as Snotlout and the twins muzzled Deathkiller and put him in a cell. The three looked at their friend, sadly and left with the other two.
Dagur worked on the ropes restraining him. "Got 'em." he thought, contently. Separating his arms, the ropes tore. The man went to the cell bars and tried to find a weak point. He yelled in rage as he punched dents in them. Thoughts of what Heather could be enduring, spurred him to keep attacking. Deathkiller began to stir awake and shot at the bars to help. They broke and the viking cheered. He grabbed his ax and freed the Skrill. The Triple Stryke came and Deathkiller hit him with a powerful blast. The other dragon laid down, unconscious.
"There's no way I'm leaving Heather's life in Hiccup's, frail hands. Let's go get my sister, Killy." Dagur told him, ignoring the pain from the Triple Stryke's poison. They flew off to follow where the riders had gone.