The day of a dragon auction was always a flurry of chaos as the Hunters set up the stands and arranged the dragons for auction, usually placing the least valuable first and working their way down as they lined up the cages on carts. Of course Hiccup was not placed in a cart. He was in a side room with servants, being washed and groomed much as he would before servicing high power clients. It was a little weird having this done when he could see the end result and it took even more will power than normal to keep still. He tried to focus on what was going on and not letting his mind wander to what lay ahead, or what might happen if his plan failed. He had been up over half the night due to nightmares, either reliving Keldor taking his eyes or being taken by Drago. And poor Ryker ended up spending the entire night awake and taking care of him while Viggo, who had decided to spend their last night together with them, had complained that if they didn't get any sleep they would not stand a chance against Drago. He had a point but it was still disheartening when the younger Grimborn left to sleep in his own bed in peace. Now Hiccup's entire body was in pins and needles as he fought back his anxiety.

"It's going to work," Astrid assured sure, siting on the arm of his chair as someone treated his good foot to a pedicure. Viggo had the servants going all out this morning, and while Hiccup couldn't see the servants he could clearly see Astrid, just as beautiful as the last time he saw her holding his hand as they sat together at the Great Hall on Berk. It funny how some memories came back to him in startling clarity while others, such as his name, continued to escape him. "Your plans always work…well almost. You'll beat this Drago Bludvist and then come home, wherever home is now."

"This is my home," he answered the apparition. The servants immediately paused and Hiccup felt Ryker's large hand on his shoulder. They were used to his talking to people who weren't there but is was still unnerving.

"Little Dragon?" Ryker asked.

Hiccup placed a hand over the large man's. "I'm fine," he assured. Ryker gave it a squeeze but the moment was interrupted when Viggo stormed into the room with Drago right behind him. Hiccup turned his head toward the sound of the thumping steps, knowing Viggo's steps and scent anywhere. Drago had a much strong musk and sea smell and foot steps were much louder, plus he had a small limps and placed most od his weight on the right much like Hiccup did.

"There's a small change in plans," Viggo grumbled, shoving a servant out of the way and grabbing Hiccup by the wrist to pull him to his feet. The youth stumbled with his prosthetic.

"Okay…" Hiccup mumbled before being shoved in Drago's arm. The large warlord gave a low chuckle in greeting.

"The auction doesn't start until this afternoon. Drago wants the three hours he paid for previously. You're going to give it to him while we finish setting up. After that you'll be cleaned up for the auction," Viggo explained. He gave Ryker a look, silently telling him to keep his mouth shut, before ordering everyone except Hiccup and Drago out of the room.

Hiccup stood frozen in sudden fear. This wasn't part of the plan. Drago shouldn't even be there yet. None of the other buyers were. He opened his mouth to speak but it was sudden crushed by the older man's.

"I have spent a long time looking for someone like you," Drago growled an inch from Hiccup's lips. "Some with a power of dragons similar to my own. And that fool was going to give me some map to an island of Nightfuries in order to keep you."

"A map?" Hiccup asked in shock. Viggo had a map to the Nightfuries? He wasn't given time to dwell on this new knowledge as his clothing as suddenly ripped off and he was hauled off his feet to straddle the man's shoulders while also being pinned to a wall. His limp shaft was sucked into the man's mouth and suck on like a tit. It wasn't like how Ryker or even Viggo sucked it. Drago wasn't giving pleasure so much as marking what considered his. He sucked hard, pulling on the piercings with his tongue before pressing his teeth against the base as if to let Hiccup know he could bite it off at any moment. It hurt but Hiccup bite back a scream and fought to keep his hands at his side rather than grab the man's hair like he would the Hunters. "Why do care about a Nightfury so much?" he managed only to find himself harshly thrown onto the lone bed in the room the servants used for massaging their masters. Hiccup was face down but he could feel Drago behind him.

"Because of what they did to me and my tribe. You hold the key. You know where the last one is and You're either going to tell me now or I'll get it from you later when I breed you with me dragons," the man growled, his voice low yet calm.

Hiccup took a deep breath. "You gave Keldor the Bewilderbeast cum," he breathed, needing to know the truth about what happened the day he lost his eyes. He gasped when the man grasped him by the throat and yanked him back, impaling him with his hard cock. Again Hiccup held back a scream. It was hard to believe he was getting used to the abuse done to his body.

"Yes," Drago purred against his ear. "I gave him enough to bath you in. He was supposed to get answers out you so I could do away with the menace, he wasn't supposed to take your eyes." He thrust upward, ramming Hiccup's guts.

Hiccup just managed to bite a scream but his throat stung with the effort. Instead a choked moan escaped him. He didn't fight when the grabbed his throat and yanked his head back, the thrusts becoming harder and more brutal. He did as he was conditioned to do and begged for more, encouraging the man to go harder and deeper even though it hurt. Drago wouldn't damage him before the auction because whether or not he already owned Hiccup they still had a show to put on. Three hours dragged on. There was no dragon gum to help keep him aroused or numb the pain and cloud the mind. All Hiccup could do was endure the brutal pounding, regardless what position he was in. He made encouraging sexy sounds while praying it would end soon. When it did there was no fanfare or false appreciation from Drago. The man simply pulled out, his seed dripping down Hiccup's friction burned thighs, and did up his pants.

"Tonight we'll celebrate on my ship in a proper setting," Drago promised, not bothering to help the youth back to his seat or even onto the bed. He left after promising to introduce Hiccup to the real effects of Bewilderbeast cum in a human.

Hiccup held back his revolution long enough for the door to close behind Dragon then collapsed to his knees and threw up everything in his stomach. He was fully expecting one the brothers to reprimand him when they return but they only helped him onto the bed and checked him over before having the servants clean him up. "Please tell me we're in agreement about what's happening next," he pleaded as someone flushed out his inners with warm water.

"We are," Viggo confirmed, surprising Hiccup. "He's not taking you. No one is."

Hiccup let out a sigh of relief.

. . .

Finding a vantage spot without being seen was not as easy a task as Dagur had hoped. There were Hunters patrolling the island everywhere but Dagur had come to know their routine when he served Viggo and managed to dodge them as he moved to higher land. The auction took place inland but close enough to the docks so that the dragons could be easily transferred to buyer ships. Once upon a time this wouldn't have bothered Dagur, but since becoming a dragon rider his feelings towards the creatures had changed and he was happy he had left Shattermaster on Outcast Island with Outcast Viggo – now that was a Viggo he liked and not the treacherous type like Viggo Grimborn, too bad they shared the same name.

He dodged around another set of heavily armed Hunters until he came to an alcove shadowed by tall trees. He climbed down the side that led to a vast bit, obviously once used for mining but now housed the auction, and settled on a wide ledge. It seemed the Grimborns had a thing for open pits and craters. Dagur stayed in the deep shadows as he begun putting together his new crossbow. It was actually one of Hiccup's unfinished projects that he had discovered in his workshop on the Edge. Dagur had stolen the blueprints and device and had been working on it during the voyage to the auction. He had his regular crossbow as backup but if Hiccup's designs were right, and they usually we're, this one had a longer range and higher velocity. Not only that but it also featured a scope that would allow Dagur to make more precise shot. The scope was actually a spy glass fitter along the shaft. The bolt went under it, lining them together perfectly.

Once it was all together, Dagur lay on his belly and took aim. Buyers were only just beginning to arrive which meant the main show was still at least and hour away. He easily spotted Alvin making his way to a bench and a few other equally large men but what always threw Dagur was the number of different cultures that attended these effects. It wasn't just Vikings but men and women from al four corners of the known world and some beyond. Dagur could never understand what people found so fascinating a about dragons or why some ate them. It made no sense. It has taken him forever to appreciate them as friends and allies before that they were just beasts to be hunted or predators to avoid or kill. Why people would a fortune for one as common as a Nadder was confusing. Nonetheless, he kept his position and watched as men and women took their seats.

Auctions were boring, he decided after two hours of laying on his stomach and peering through the scoop. He couldn't get a clear shot at Viggo when the man finally arrived and began his stupid spiel about this dragon and that dragon that was brought out, explaining their uniqueness and abilities. He always kept to the side, just out of range. Dagur was tempted to take a shot but managed to hold himself in check and wait. Although waiting made him sleepy and he almost nodded off once or twice. At least until Viggo began making some grand speech that had everyone cheering.

"And now, ladies and gentlemen, what you've all been waiting for. The jewel of the Archipelago, a being so rare they come but once a generation. The one and only, Little Dragon," Viggo announced.

"What a stupid name," Dagur grumbled to himself, flexing his shoulders before re-aiming. He watched with mild amusement as Ryker came on stage with a hooded figure in tow. He could take Ryker out right now with a single bolt to the forehead. He had a clear shot. But he was suddenly distracted by the cheers and cat calls from the crowd as the hooded figure pulled back his hood then dropped his robe. Dagur was frozen to the spot as he gazed upon the pale, freckled figure. He would know that boy anywhere, even with his hair cut short and the new strange tattoos that ran down his arms. "Hiccup…" he breathed in shock. But that wasn't possible. He had seen Hiccup's body. He had been there when it was sent to Valhalla. This had to be someone that looked similar. It couldn't be his Hiccup, could it? He tried to shake it off as someone very similar to his brother but continued to nag at him and his entire focus turn to the young man on stage, Viggo all but forgotten.

. . .

From the benches, Alvin stared at shock at the youth on stage, his thoughts similar to Dagur's. He couldn't help but glance behind him to where the Berserker was supposed to be hidden. Was Dagur seeing the same thing or was his mind playing tricks? He couldn't see Dagur but he knew the boy was close.

"So why do they call him Little Dragon?" he asked the Roman sitting next him him.

The Roman was obscenely fat and had it not been for his slaves he never would have made it onto the stands. Alvin was a large man himself but this guy made him look small in comparison.

"They say he can talk to dragons," the Roman said, his eyes only for the youth. "But the actual reason is if you ram him just right he squeals like one. He'll make an interesting addition to my harem."

Alvin swallowed back the bile that raced up his throat at the other man's words. Thus man and a harem were not images he wanted stuck in his head. "I'm sure he would be. But he obviously has a name, a real one."

The Chancellor shrugged. "No one knows. Most just call him as he is, thrall or Little Dragon. He certainly knows how to ride cock though. Rumor has it he used to ride dragons, namely a Nightfury."

Alvin's attention snapped back to the boy on stage. There was only one person who rode a Nightfury and he was supposed to be dead. There had been a body, funeral and everything. Had it all been some elaborate trick? His hand shot up as the bidding began. He only had a limited amount of gold on him, not nearly as much as the Roman or warlords around him but it didn't matter. He would outbid every man there and then kill any who got in his way.

. . .

Viggo had expected a bidding war but nothing like this. It escalated much faster than he imagined, everyone trying to purchase the thrall. It made little sense for one lonely thrall. Slowly people began falling out of the bid until there was only Drago and the new comer who had never been serviced by Hiccup. But the older man fought tooth to nail to win the bid. Ryker had fallen silent when the bid surpassed everything he had gathered and he looked to Viggo pleadingly. Neither of them had expected things to get so out of hand so quickly. It made dealing with the riders look like a walk in the park. Viggo glanced at Hiccup, expecting to see fear but what he saw was surprise and confusion.

"Enough!" Viggo suddenly yelled, making Hiccup jump and turn toward his voice. Viggo ignored him to focus on the two men in the bidding war. "Have either of you the gold to back your bids?" He knew Drago did, even after subtracting how much was owed to his man and the death of the Stealth Dragon, but this new comer did not look like a rich man whatsoever. Of course looks have been known to be deceiving.

"Aye," the newcomer declared. "And I will pay it and more for this boy."

"And who are you?" Drago demanded.

The newcomer glared at him. "Alvin," he answered simply.

Hiccup inhaled sharply and his entire face lit up but it was short lived as Drago's voice boomed over the murmurs of other buyers. "It matters not. We had an agreement, Viggo. That boy for your tribe."

"The agreement changed," Viggo snapped back, stepping before Hiccup and gesturing for Ryker to take the youth. He gave a curt nod toward the greenery above the pit but whatever he was signally went awry when a bolt cut through the air and slammed into his upper chest just below the collarbone. He stumbled back in pain and surprise, tripping himself and Hiccup. They both landed with a thud on the wooden stage.

Pandemonium broke out as arrows filled the pit, cutting down buyers before they could even register what was going on. Alvin ducked below the stands, as did anyone else with half a mind to save themselves. Drago was yelling like a banshee and waving around a staff, looking more like a madman than someone concerned with protecting himself. Dagur must have gone off his rocker to be trying to shoot at everyone yet somehow missing the one person standing in the open. Alvin shook his head and darted toward the stage.

He was met by a masked man who blocked is way. Alvin raised his axe to fight but a moment later he found a dart in his neck and he fell to the ground unconscious.

. . .

There was too much noise. It made Hiccup dizzy and it hard to know who was close to him and he who wasn't. He tried help Ryker get Viggo to safety with no sense of direction he was having trouble making sense on where he was going. It only got worse when he was suddenly ripped away from Ryker and found himself rolling on the stage with some other man grappling with him. Without thinking, he started kicking and punching the one holding him.

"Stop It," a deep voice that Hiccup couldn't quite place said. It was vaguely familiar, like something he had heard in a dream long ago but it wasn't a friendly voice. "I'm here to deliver you to your new master, Hiccup Haddock."

"I already have two, Thanks," Hiccup shot back, going to elbow the man, only to have his arm twisted behind him. He cried out at the sudden pain in his shoulder but had no choice but to stand when the man forces him to his feet.

"After so long as a thrall I would have thought the attitude would have diminished," the man said softly. "Especially after the loss of your sight."

Hiccup gave a grunt. "I have a funny way of surprising people." He twisted, not caring when he yanked his own shoulder out of place – the pain was minimal compared to the tortures he had sustained – and yanked one of the tranquilizers off the man's belt then jabbed it into the guy's leg. The man gave a surprised grunt before passing out at Hiccup's feet. Careful not to prick himself, Hiccup knelt down and felt around for a sword or knife he could use with his good arm. He found one close to the darts and quickly unsheathed it. Then, standing tall, his one arm hanging at his side, he brought the knife to his own throat. "STOP!" he ordered in his loudest voice.

The chaos and mayhem instantly ceased, all eyes turning toward Hiccup.

Hiccup took a deep breath as his memories slowly came back with all the voices he had heard, the newcomer desperately bidding on him, the man who had tried to take him, the battle that had suddenly begun because of him, the name people had refused to call him since making him a thrall. He held the point of the blade to the hollow of his throat. "My name is Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Third. I am not a thrall and I am nor for sale! I will die before I let any of you bastards take me!" he yelled, his voice firm. He heard Ryker yell at him from the side and another familiar voice call out his name. He turned the knife sideways, ready to slit his throat when a hand caught his wrist and pulled it away.

"No," a soft almost desperate voice said, one Hiccup thought he would never hear again. "No," it repeated as the knife fell to the ground between them.

Hiccup stood frozen, shock filling him. He wished he could see but knew it had to be his mind playing tricks. It wasn't possible unless the spirit had come to take him to Nilfiem. He stood still even as chaos once more reigned around them.

"Get him out of here!" Ryker yelled from somewhere close.

A roar echoed Drago's screams and the ground shook all around them. The person holding Hiccup's wrist began tugging him toward the back of the stage. Hiccup was reluctant at first, his natural curiosity toward the new dragon taking hold of him. A blast of icy air filled the pit and with it came the crackling of free ice. Screams erupted from everywhere. Before Hiccup could figure out what was going on, he was yanked into one of the caverns, stumbling to try and keep up with his savior. He had no clue where Ryker and Viggo were, he assumed somewhere behind him but couldn't be sure. They ran for only a few minutes before he was shoved into a corner and hand was placed over his mouth.

"Shh…" his savior breathed against his ear, their bodies pressed together as if the other man was trying to shield him. A few moments passed, men and women screaming in the background but far from them. Another moment passed before Hiccup finally pulled the hand away from his mouth. "Wh…who are you?" he asked, half afraid of the answer.

"What? It's me. Hiccup, it's me, Dagur," his savior said, sounding confused. Or maybe he was an angel or spirit sent from Valhalla to retrieve Hiccup. Or maybe another delusion. They were becoming more and more frequent. "Hiccup, what's wrong with you? Look at me. It's me, Dagur."

Hiccup blinked and tilted his head toward the voice but he was unable to see or move his prosthetic eyes. Instead he slowly raised his hands toward the other's face. "Dagur?" he whispered.

Dagur took a step back in surprise, not expecting Hiccup to go for his face. He caught the younger boy's wrists and stopped him then finally took a good look a his little brother. At first he saw nothing wrong, well except the scars and tattoo and piercings…okay, there was a lot wrong…but his face looked okay other than having short hair. It took a long look at his eyes to realize they were right. They were the same color but unnatural. His breath shuddered and he released Hiccup's hands, allowing them to continue their journey to his face. "No…" he whimpered? His heart dropping into his stomach. Nonetheless, he stayed still as Hiccup's long, delicate fingers moved across his face.

"Dagur?" the Hooligan heir breathed in shock. "But you…They killed you. You died to save us."

"No, I survived. We were led to believe you were dead," Dagur countered, finding himself returning the gesture and touching Hiccup's face, mindful of his eyes. "Who did this? Did Viggo or Ryker…"

"No…No, he's dead. That guy is dead. Who said I was dead? There was a peace treaty and…"

Dagur gave a small laugh and pulled Hiccup into a tight hug. "It doesn't matter. You're alive, that's all that matters to me." He hugged Hiccup tighter, as if afraid the moment he let go the boy would disappear.

They stayed hidden for seemingly hours until the roar of the Bewilderbeast ended and the cold that had begun to fill the fort ebbed. All was quiet. Drago could no longer be heard, his screams and curses no longer echoing trough the vast corridors. The silence was almost deafening. Dagur kept a firm grip on Hiccup, not willing to let him. Not willing to lose him again. When all was quiet they searched for Alvin. They needn't look far. The Outcast chieftain had managed to make it into the fort and captured both Grimborn brothers using the very tranquilizer darts that had been used on him, having stolen them from Drago's right hand man, Krogan. The brothers were too injured to fight and their Hunters had either been killed or abandoned them when the Bewilderbeast attacked. But neither seemed overly concerned for themselves, they were just relieved to see Hiccup was alive and safe. Drago was nowhere to be found.