Dagur and Deathkiller flew faster than an Smothering Smokebreath to find new metal. They spotted the riders and sneaked past them. "Now, Viggo won't just be there. No, Ryker will have the honor of being killed by us while his baby bro is sitting pretty in his lair somewhere." He said to the Skrill. They found the ship and Dagur signaled for his dragon to be quiet. He crept onto the vessel and searched.
"Here, Celly celly. Which one of you has my sister?" he pondered. He found Meatlug and Windshear in a cell across from Fishlegs. He was relieved that the two were safe, but even more worried about Heather then. "Dagur!" Fishlegs said, in an excited whisper, "Heather's okay. They just took her back to be interrogated by Ryker a few minutes ago." "I'll get Heather and the keys, then come back and free you two. Okay?" The younger viking nodded in response and the elder left him.
Dagur went along the sides of the walls. He heard voices and recognized them as belonging to his sister and Ryker. He scraped his weapon against the door, causing an irritating sound. "What is that?" Ryker asked, annoyed. He opened the door and dodged an ax to the face. The hunter was put on the defensive as Dagur attacked. Only more hunters coming stopped him from finishing the deed. "There is about to be a whole shipload in this room." he realized.
Being unwilling to leave empty handed, he tried to lop off Ryker's head and then did mutilate the hunter's right leg. The viking cried out in pain and Dagur cut the ropes on Heather. Since she was unarmed, he kept her behind him as he took out those in their path. Catching sight of keys, he snatched them and they went back to the viking and dragons. The trio flew out and saw the other riders attacking hunters on the deck.
"How did you? Nevermind. Let's head back." Hiccup stated. Dagur was unconvinced they should, "They would have killed them. I say we take out some cargo." "Brother, no. We can stop them a different way." Heather said, gently. Her brother grunted and they returned to the base. "You're coming home." Dagur told Heather, firmly. She frowned, but knew he was right. It had been too long since she had been home and she had missed Dagur a lot. Hiccup put a hand on her should and whispered something. The riders went into his hut with Dagur frowning after them.
"All that happened?" Heather inquired, shocked. "I think he should be given a pass. You were in danger, Heather. I had a hard time not seeming a little extreme while we were there." Fishlegs defended. "Not like his plan didn't work." Snotlout stated. "I just don't know if it's a great idea to have him lead right away." Hiccup voiced. "He's the rightful chief. It's actually extremely uncommon that a younger sibling have any say at all in tribal affairs and he lets us co-lead. I can't just order him to do or not do something, though." Heather told, she went pensive, "If I see anything else that could prove him not to be a suitable leader for us, then I'll take action. Not before, though. If he had been captured, I know that I would have been in a rage."
Heather went back out of the hut and smiled at her brother. She gave Fishlegs a kiss and mounted Windshear. "See ya, Fishy." Dagur said. He, visually, shot daggers at the other riders and they began their trip. It was very late when they reached Berserker Island and both were exhausted. They said goodnight to each other and went to their rooms. Heather found that she could not sleep, though. No matter how fatigued she was, what the riders said had truly disturbed her.
"Maybe I'll get some water. Or mead." she chuckled at how much like their mother she sounded and grew somber at the memory. Both of their parents were gone. Dagur was all she had left, but she would do what was necessary for her people. She walked down to the eating area to grab her drink, still unsure of which to choose.
A muffled noise caught her attention. Walking to it, she realized that it came from Dagur's room. She put her ear to the door and heard what sounded like the sheets noving around like crazy. He was mumbling something that she could not make out and his sharp inhale of breath ended the commotion. Creaks indicated that he had gotten up and water splashed. She rushed back to her room and peeked as he left his own.
He looked exhausted and worn as he grabbed some mead. His eyebrow rose as he saw things had been moved since that night. He did not care too much as he figured that Heather could have done just what she did, come for a drink. Chugging down his beverage, he went outside for some fresh air.
He went to the training arena with his sister trailing far behind. The area was soundproof and he loved that. He set up some dummies and attacked them, viciously. One might or might not have been imagined to be Hiccup. The moon was full and the viking howled at its glory. Heather watched, disturbed, from afar. What seemed so wrong to her was a form of meditation to him. Fighting was what he knew best. It was what he had always had to do and he relished in his skill. Here, he did not have to try to act sane to garner respect from the Berserker elders or to be a good role model for the young vikings. He could just let out his rage and frustrations.
The time got the better Heather and she went back to their hut to sleep. Dagur stayed and trained more. That day, he noticed she was behaving strangely towards him. She kept giving him uneasy glances. He did not know, exactly, what the riders had said, but it seemed like their words had stuck with her.
Heather wanted to see if the prior night was a one time thing or not, so she put her ear to Dagur's door again. The muffled words were a little louder, but still incoherent. She heard thumping and curses. Her curiousity could no longer be restrained as she, quietly, opened the barrier between them.
Dagur was tossing, wildly, in his bed and sweat clung to his pain-stricken face. Violent tremors quaked his body and he bit into his pillow, tearing it apart. Heather wondered who he thought it was. "I can't just let this continue." She went over and raised her hand to nudge him. A hand, that covered her entire neck, stopped her.
"Thought you could get me this time didn't you, Alvin? Go jump in the icy sea." Dagur said, crazily. His hazy eyes focused and he, immediately, let go. "Heather!" The viking held her throat and looked at him with fear. Seeing this, Dagur's heart broke. She ran to her room and closed the door. Dagur punched his wall and yelled. Neither rested anymore that night as they dreaded what the next day would bring.
