Chapter Twenty-one
He was no saint. Daggur knew that. He'd killed and tortured too many times he'd lost count. He'd destroyed and debauched the most of innocent things. He's tainted the sanctuaries of the church and of many others. Daggur was no saint. Far from it. No, Daggur was a demon. Daggur was a destroyer. An evil being whom enjoyed nothing but to destroy the finer things in life. Daggur saw no care in earthy possessions. If he couldn't torture it, it was of no use to him.
He trampled through the island, crushing flowers, toppling down trees, killing anything that got on his way. Whether that be Dragon or Human.
Daggur had seen red when he learned that his Hiccup was no longer in the Island. He'd killed many men, women, and children alike in his fury. He didn't care who it was, as long as he'd be able to warp his hands around their neck, the would be satisfied. Daggur was deranged.
Deranged he was, but not stupid.
Many would argue otherwise. They'd say that there was no logic or mentality beyond his blood thirsty manner, but wrong were they.
Daggur leaned over the dead body of his latest kill. Some common whore whom had crossed paths with him, unluckily for her. He panted, coming down from his natural high, eyes focused again as he sneered into the bloody, unrecognizable, punctured body of the woman. He didn't care who it was. He stepped over the body, ignoring the wails of some damned child whom stumbled upon it.
He walked leisurely through the island. He felt somewhat relaxed. He stared at the bright cloudless sky, spotting a few dragons fly over him. Daggur thought. He stood and watched as the many dragons flew above, uncaring of the humans below.
He wouldn't kill the fat professor and his bitch. If he did, his Hiccup would be man, and he didn't want his love to be mad at him. No, he couldn't have that. What he had to focus on was to get his Hiccup back. He couldn't wait any longer. He couldn't swim there, that would be extremely stupid. There was the destroyed boat on the far side of the island. It would probably have some rafts, but the wood would probably be rotten and broken, and Daggur would not have the patience to fix it. So he was at a stumped. Daggur, for once in his life, did not know what to do.
Growling low, he kicked the dirt under him, and stormed off, away from the port. He figured he might go and check up on the fat professor, maybe some sort of entertainment would come of torturing him. While the bitched watched. Yes, he could do that. Hurt and torture them enough not to kill, but to leave them scarred. Smiling wickedly he walked forward.
Astrid hastily walked around the campsite. She triple checked the small suitcase that Fishlegs had unburied from his many belongings, making sure to have enough water, food and medical supplies that they may need.
She looked over Stormfly, and the Meatlug, whom rested together, Fishlegs cooing over the big rock eater, running his hands over it's think hide. Astrid watched him affectionately, before catching herself and shook her head, blushing at the indecent way she had thought of the professor.
Adjusting her clothing, in which she had finally relented and ripped her pants legs over her knew, and wore a thin shirt ripped from the sleeved, she turned to Stormfly once more, grunting as she lifted the heavy makeshift settle Fishlegs had been able to re-create from one of Hiccups many scattered designs that they had found.
She adjusted the seat gently over Stormfly, and fastened the secured line under her belly. With a smile, she lifted the small suit case and attached it on the side of the settle.
" We're about ready." She called over to Fishlegs. He looked up and smiled, standing and dusting off any invisible dirt from his , very similar to Astrid's, outfit.
" Great! If my calculations are correct, with Stormfly' speed, we could reach Berk in less than three days!" He smiled, hand rubbing over Meatlug's head affection ally.
" Good. Can't wait to leave this place, especially Daggur, behind" She singed. She loved the Island, and the Dragons in it. But with how things were playing out, with Daggur's constant threat of death and the Dragons violent behavior, she had no choice.
" Okay, then. Let's get going-" Astrid made move to lift herself into Stormfly's back when a long black blur passed through her cheek, a faint sting came to the side of her face, before the agonizing roars from Stormfly started.
In her chest was a long thick arrow.
" Stormfly!" Astrid threw her body over the dragons, gently touching the wound around the arrow, and wincing when the dragon roared again. " Fishlegs, I need-" Another blur, and an arrow appeared lodged into Meatlug's side. Both dragons collapsed with the pain, both Astrid and Fishlegs hovered over them, unable to do much, both panicked.
" Who-!" Astrid began when she noticed Fishlegs pale face, and the sudden arm around her chest, and sharp blade pressed tightly to her throat.
" Well, well, well. What do we have here..?" Daggur's sick voice pierced through Astrid's ears.
" You guys made friends! Dragon friends too!" He chuckled. " And all geared up, too!" he laughed.
Daggur grabbed the back of Astrid's hair and spun her around, kicking her shin, and pushing her to the ground, a heavy boot on her chest.
" And where, were you guy's going to?" Astrid stared back at Daggur with hard eyes and lips tight.
" You guys were planning to fly to Berk?!" He boomed out. " That genius! Why couldn't I have thought of that!" His eyes were unfocused, looking past Astrid. His voice had dropped, becoming huskier, rougher, almost mumbling to himself.
They all watched tense. Unable to predict Daggur's next move. In turn, Daggur shook out of his strange stupor and glared at Astrid, lifting a heavy looking crossbow from behind his back, for a moment Astrid wondered how she could have not seen the weapon, before Daggur lifted it and pointed it directly between Astrid's eyes.
" would you mind giving me a, ah, lift?" he laughed.
" Damn you Daggur" Astrid spit into his face. Daggur scowled and sneered down at Astrid
" Wrong answer" he hissed before he flexed his finger over the trigger.
" WE'LL TAKE YOU!" Fishlegs screamed.
The campsite became deathly silent, Daggur in awe and Astrid in shock.
" We'll take you. As long as, as long as you don't kill Astrid, or the dragons. Or me! No killing anyone!" Fishlegs voice shook, obviously scared.
Daggur watched him, mulling over the conditions. A little less spilled blood and dead bodies for his liking, but of it got him to Berk, then it would be worth it.
" Alright, Professor" he stretched the word out. " I won't kill anyone. As long as you get me there.". He pulled his foot away from Astrid's chest and bent down, grabbing her from the hair once more and forcibly making her stand close to her side.
" I'll give the dragon's three days to heal. Three days. No more, those wounds aren't fatal. So it should be okay" he gestures at the heavy breathing dragons. Fishlegs signed in relief
" But!" he tensed up once more
" I'll be keeping watch over your dear friend here, so no funny business while you're at it!" he laughed, leaving a stunned Fishlegs behind as he dragged Astrid away from the camp.
" remember, three days!" he called back over his shoulder. Fishlegs tell on his knees as he watched the pair walk away.
AN: So yeah! Quick chapter! Just a little something to move the story along some! This Chapter is dedicated to Pen-Woman and Kimii77. Wow! You guys are great! Please, fell free to PM me with any questions, or find me on Tumblr, ichigo23-love. Also 7/23 tomorrow's my birthday! Yay me!