At first, Stoick stared at the parchment in confusion then utter disbelief as a purple Terrible Terror clambered around on his shoulder searching for a place to rest. He read over several more times just to be certain before ordering all rider and dragons back to Berk. He placed double patrol around the island and had the majority of the dragons sent to their stables underground where they would be safe. It was only a precaution for now. He saw no threat on the horizon but if Alvin said Drago Bludvist was headed for Berk he took the warning seriously. For two days nothing happened and he wondered if perhaps his old friend had been mistaken. After all if there was to be a battle Alvin and his Outcast would already be there to help them. The third after the message arrived Alvin and a handful of men appeared, utter strangers that cause Stoick's heart to tighten with anxiety. Not fear but dread. These men were not like any Viking Stoick knew.

"Good, we managed to get here first," Alvin proclaimed, climbing off the back of a dragon Stoick had never seen before. He looked tired and worn and immediately called for someone to attend to the new dragons before rotating his shoulders and walking toward Stoick and Hobbes outside the forge. "We've been flying three days straight. Do you have any idea how awful flying three days with a bunch of newbies is, one of which with not only a phobia of dragons but flying as well? He may act all high and mighty but don't put him on a bloody saddle unless you want him throwing up on you."

"What are talking about?" Stoick asked, thoroughly confused and about to demand who the strangers were until Gobber all but jumped the two men.

"You!" the blacksmith snarled, lunging for the bald one while the Thorston twins tackled the smaller of the two. A moment later all the riders were piling onto the two and there was a series of yelling and cursing unlike any Stoick had witnessed before.

"Break it up!" Alvin snapped, too tired to put up with anyone's antics. He waited a moment before grabbing the riders one at a time and yanking them off the Grimborn brothers then shoved Gobber aside. He didn't bother helping either brother up but turned back to Stoick. "May I introduce Viggo and Ryker Grimborn of the Dragon Hunter tribe. You can kill them after you've heard what they have to say."

Stoick's eyes widened in shock then narrowed in sudden anger. "You put the bounty on my son's head and now he's dead because of it."

Viggo stared up at him in shock then looked to Alvin, then Ryker, still at a loss for words after their harrowing flight and then being ambushed by the rider. "Yes…but no…I mean, give me a moment and it will all be explained, my dear…"

Ryker staggered to his feet. He took a deep breath, squared his shoulders and was about to tell Stoick Hiccup was still alive and that his death was faked when Alvin waved an arm and glared at him with such heat and anger that he nearly staggered back from the force of it.

"There's no time for this," he said sternly. He glanced back at Stoick. "You can execute them later. Right now we have bigger issues. Drago is not far, only a few hours out. We had to circle around his armada to get here. Have your men prepare the warriors and evacuate a many people to the tunnels as possible."

Stoick nodded in agreement. All the dragons, except the riders' have been quarantined in the stables. Berk is under a complete lockdown. Why is he coming here?"

"He's after the Nightfury," Viggo provided, stepping up. "He's been hunting the species and found out there was one here."

"And who told him that?" growled Gobber, waving his hook at the Hunter chief.

By now Viggo had composed himself ad glared at the older warrior. "It was a business arrangement gone wrong. He learned of the Nightfury from our…my consort. We never expected he would steal the boy and come here in search of it. All we want is to get what is ours back and keep him from destroying your village as he did ours," he said as he smoothed out his tunic and dragon scale armor. He frowned at a small tear then sighed. "This is not how I envisioned our first meeting and I am sorry about Hiccup. He had such great potential and-"

Stoick grabbed him by the throat and lifted him off his feet. "Don't ever speak his name again. You have no right to even utter it," he snarled. He threw Viggo aside like he meant nothing. "First you get son killed now my tribe is in danger. If we survive this we will later. Utter one word and I kill you now."

Viggo was ready to protest but being outnumber and with weapons aimed at him from all around, he decided to keep his mouth shut.

Ryker was torn for a moment. It seemed Viggo was intent on keeping up the lie about Hiccup's death when it would be so much easier to tell Stoick the truth. But even Alvin refused confess the boy was alive. Ryker understood why of course, it was a tactic many leaders used when faced with an upcoming battle and a warrior parent, except usually it was to announce a child's death not the fact they were alive and held captive. They wanted Stoick to be focused on the battle not distracted and searching for Hiccup. Regardless, this could have been prevented if there had been no bounty to begin with, or if he had not insisted Hiccup become a thrall. Perhaps Hiccup would have been killed right at the beginning or they could have ransomed him to Berk…not that Berk had anymore good but they could have put an end to the riders attacking their ships. Guilt filled Ryker but so did determination. He was going to find Hiccup and free him. He doubted there was a way he could give the youth back to Stoick in his condition without making matters worse but he could at least give him a better and safer life amongst the Hunters. For a moment he could almost fantasize himself making a life with Hiccup as his consort or wife. The boy would want for nothing and be cared for the rest of his days.

"Tell me what you want us to do," he suddenly offered, gesturing to himself and few surviving Hunters.

Stoick glared at him for a moment. "And you are?"

"Ryker, Viggo's brother. Your son died on my watch. I would like to do what I can to make up for that by helping his tribe against Drago."

Stoick stance became rigid and Alvin placed a hand on his shoulder to sooth him. It seemed to work. After a moment he gave a curt nod. "Help load the catapults. Betray us and you will meet the same fate as my son."

Ryker shivered at that. He did not want to be in the position Hiccup no doubt was in at that moment.

. . .

The sound of screaking wood and slapping wet flesh filled Drago's ears like music. They were nearing now, the village disable. Soon they would pass through the monoliths craved into two powerful and protective chieftains. The home of an enemy he thought dead. The enemy who's son now belonged to him.

Hiccup stood by his side, unmoved by the upcoming battle. Drago had gone to great lengths to end what little remained of the boy's empathy toward their enemies. He had painted a picture of war torn nations that needed saving and that Drago was their savior, was his savior, and that by controlling the dragons and utilizing their abilities, Drago could save mankind. Of course that meant sacrifices and the war torn nation they were approaching would be first. Everything Drago told him was done in Dragonese so only Hiccup knew what he was saying and no one could contradict it. He whispered these things in the boy's ear as they fucked, told him how his gifts could save hundreds of thousands of people, and constantly spoke of his uniqueness as a great gift. Hiccup was not a thrall or a consort, he was Drago's mate. He was royalty and all would bow before him and he would service only those he wanted to in celebration not as duty. Except the dragons. The dragons were a different matter. To control dragons they needed to be intimated or loyal. Drago could force any dragon to do his bidding and those he could not were controlled by the Bewilderbeast. Hiccup needed his own dragons, ones that Drago could still command but would loyally protect Hiccup in the upcoming battle. So he had them mate with the boy as he had the Stealth Dragon. They would protect their mate and do as he commanded, only disobeying if it conflicted with Drago's orders.

But Drago was not one to take chances. With his army about to attack Berk, Hiccup's homeland, there was always the chance of the boy coming to his senses and rebelling, something Drago was not willing to risk. He could have his flag ship hang back and let his men and dragons attack, but the fact Stoick the Vast was still alive and had escaped him irked him. He took a sick pleasure in letting the man see how his child had fallen and now served Drago's every whim. A sick little fantasy had begun to form where he had captured the village and forced the survivors to kneel before him as Stoick surrendered to him and was forced to participate in a little sexual escapade with the son he thought dead but now his enemy. All this he wanted to make happen first hand and having his ship hang back would not make that happen. It meant he had to resort to something a little more devious but guaranteed to keep his new mate faithful.

"Are we almost there?" Hiccup asked as Drago took his arm and pulled him forward so all the warriors could see him.

"Less than an hour," Drago purred in his ear. "Less than an hour and they will bow to us!" he yelled louder for all the men to hear. "They will fall before our might and will liberate them! But first we will liberate the last binds that tie our beloved Little Dragon to the likes of them. We make him as his name. He will be one with our dragons, as strong as our dragons. He will know no fear, feel no pain, and fight beside us." He held up Hiccup's arm as the men cheered. "Bring us the Demi Nano!"

"What is a Demi Nano?" Hiccup asked, uncertain by the sudden roar of cheers.

"A very small dragon that helps calm the men during battle," Krogan explained, standing off to his right. "Viggo was a fool not to have used one when you were first captured. It would have saved your sight. It only proves the Hunters cared more for their pleasure than your skills."

Drago chuckled darkly. "Yes, but the best way to implant it is through pleasure or it can be extremely agonizing until it nests."

Hiccup's breath hitched. "Is it necessary? I've sworn loyalty to you. I won't betray you."

Drago turned him around and strokes his cheek. "I know you won't. But we are about to go into battle. These people are barbarians. They know nothing of a civilized world. The Demi Nano will numb any pain you might feel should one attack you as well as keep you calm while I brand you."

"Brand me?"

"Yes, it is time you wore my mark so that they and all other know you belong to me. Especially their chief. You are mine, Hiccup Haddock." Drago ran his large fingers through Hiccup's hair. He leaned forward so his lips brushed over the curve of Hiccup's ear. "Or from this day forward, Little Dragon. Although I'm sure we can find a more suitable one later. Perhaps Drake."

Hiccup bobbed his head up and down, not really liking either but knowing he no longer had any say.

"Good," Drago purred. He stepped back and nodded to Hiccup's two attendants who immediately stepped forward, lifted Hiccup up onto the map table in the center of the forward deck where everyone could see him, and stripped off the left leg of his trousers, not offering a full show as Drago had the first night Hiccup was on board, but enough for the men to know what their reward would be once they defeated Berk. Next an impossibly small cage? Containing and impossibly small nano dragon, was deposited next to the youth. Krogan took his place and held Hiccup's arms above his head as Drago settled between the youth's legs as he slicked up his thick cock with a gooey concoction of honey and cream. He smeared some over Hiccup opening before working his fingers inside one at a time. Hiccup bucked beneath him, his body immediately accepting the intrusion and wanting more. Drago watched the youth's face with a grin, imaging Stoick's reaction if he were to see his son in the throes of ecstasy at the hands of an enemy he did no know. What shame he would feel at his child's ultimate betrayal. He slid in another finger, twisting it deep. The boy cried out as his prostrate was manipulated, his eyelids closing tightly and high jutting forward.

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," he begged in Dragonese, knowing he was only allowed to beg for such things from Drago. His hips bucked harder into the man's hand as his cock came to life. The men cheered, always excited for a show.

Drago's grin grew as he slid a third then forth finger in the boy, always fascinated by how one so small could fit so much inside him. Then he was fisting the boy. Not going too deep due to his braver but enough that he could slide his whole hand in and out with ease. Hiccup had proven time and again he could handle any size cock, including small and mid size dragons, or two large full size men. Now he was moaning like a whore begging for a pounding. And that was exactly what Drago going to give him in front of the entire crew. But first he removed the Demi Nano from it's cage by having it sucked into little air pump then had it inserted into Hiccup moist hole.

"This will only hurt for a few seconds until it calms down. Them I'll feed it and it will calm down," he promised, stroking Hiccup's left inner thigh.

It took only a matter of seconds before the Demi Nano was shot into Hiccup rectum and a moment more before it started clawing it's way through him. Hiccup gasped in pain and clenched his stomach, the pain the only sensation he felt until Drago thrust into him but that only added to the pain. "Oh gods…oh gods…it hurts. Please…get it out."

But the warlord refused to listen. He began to thrust, a good strong steady pace while his men watched and cheered, some groping themselves in excitement. It was horrible and nightmarish. Hiccup could feel that tiny dragon tearing at is insides. It felt huge, as if it sure be on the outside as it clawed it's way through him. And Drago was slamming into him. His hips like a piston, ramming deeper and deeper. It hurt yet it felt good and soon enough the good overrode the pain as it always and Hiccup arched his back and threw back his head screaming for more. For more cock inside him, to be filled until he could be filled anymore. Every part of his was suddenly on fire. Hs hands went to his nipples the moment Krogan let him go. They went under the fabric of his tunic to pull at to rings in his nipples while Drago played with his aching length. The cheers and cat calls grew in volume until Drago gave a snarl and rammed so hard Hiccup thought his length might burst through his stomach. The man paused only a moment to wave someone forward.

Hiccup wasn't sure what happened next. He smelled burning flesh and a part of him registered pain but it was a dull sensation in the back of his mind. Men cheered all around him and then he was being fucked again, hard Now, like he was being slammed by an overly eager and aggressive dragon. Flesh slapped against flesh until there was an explosion in his stomach as Drago shot his load into him. A moment later Hiccup's seed spilled over his stomach. But it wasn't over. With the help of one of his high ranking men, Drago inserted a string of balls into Hiccup's ass to keep the cum and dragon from escaping. Hiccup couldn't feel the dragon inside him anymore. It must have found a place to nest. Nonetheless he lay still as Drago's highest ranking followers tasted him, some licking the seed from his stomach while other sucked his cock until he came again. A good luck charm he was called. He never felt as good or as alive as he did at that moment. He could take on the world.

He was redressed quickly and once more stood at Drago's right hand. He no longer felt anxious or worried. Such things barely registered in his mind anymore. He did Drago's bidding without question, even sending the Berserker to be tied to the tallest mask without so much as questioning the order. A part of him tried to rebel, a small part that was still Hiccup, but now it was detached from the rest of him. He heard the dragons more clearly, their voices more natural and not foreign where Hiccup had to think about what was being said before answering correctly. He was one with the dragons Now, more completely than ever before and he could hear the song of the Bewilderbeast as it swam under the ships toward their destination. It was like a steady hum that rode down his spine and tingles his toes.

He smiled when Drago wrapped his large fingers around the back of his neck and leaned close to his ear. "We're getting close. Call the Nightfury to you."

Hiccup opened his mouth and the sound of a Nightfury came forth. It was a perfect imitation, one he knew better than any other dragon call. It came naturally and without question. He didn't know where he was or even cared it this was the Edge or Berk, all he cared about was finding his other half that was now so very very close.

. . .

Toothless had not been happy when the Hunters landed on Berk. He had managed to escape Bucket as the man tried to kennel him like all the other dragons that had been safely tucked into their stalls and locked down. He had gotten a whiff of the Hunters but not just them, something that was distinctively Hiccup. He bounded up the stone staircase, his wings tucked to his side's to avoid knocking people over, which he did anyway without meaning to, until he reached the surface and daylight. Sure enough the Hunters were on the island, the brothers huddled together and speaking in a hushed voice, but no Hiccup in sight. Yet Toothless could still smell him. It was faint but there nonetheless.

With a roar, he charged the brothers, taking down the larger of the two and knocking the other off his feet as well. He snarled at Ryker before pausing in surprise and sniffing the man more thoroughly. There was Hiccup's scent again.

"Easy, dragon, Easy," Ryker soothed, raising his hands to show he was unarmed. It almost earned him a plasma blast to the face but the scent of Hiccup was too strong now to ignore. Toothless sniffed and probed until he found the man's pocket.

"What is it going on about?" Viggo demanded, about to yell for someone to get the Nightfury away from them when Ryker decided to fish through his pocket and pull out what had caught the dragon's attention so completely.

It was a lick of hair, braided tightly and tied off at both ends. Toothless sniffed it then gave a low whine before snarling once more at Ryker, a plasma blast lighting in the back of his throat.

Ryker bit back his fear. "He's alive," he told the dragon, hoping it would calm down. "He's alive and needs you. We're here to help. We don't want any harm to come to him either."

The dragon looked doubtful at first and snorted in Ryker's face in warning before letting him up. Ryker slipped the hair back in his pocket then stood.

"Why are you carrying that in your pocket?" Viggo demanded, stomping up to his brother.

"The same reason you kept up the lie," Ryker shot back, patting his pocket to make sure the lock was safe. "If we told Stoick the truth…"

"He would not be focused on the battle ahead, he'd be searching for the boy instead," Viggo countered. "Right now he had a tribe to worry about and protect. His son is dead. There is nothing we can do about that except locate and return our consort home where he belongs."

"I wish you would stop flip flopping on your feelings for him," the elder brother snapped. "Is he ours or yours? Or are planning to auction him again when you bore of him? Is he our lover or a toy?"

Viggo rubbed his temple in annoyance, almost forgetting the Nightfury that may still very well kill them. "Ryker, this is not the time."

"This is the perfect time," Ryker countered. "What are planning, brother? Are staying to fight and save our consort and cherish him as I have come to? Or are you going to run?"

"You two talk in more riddles than we do," a male voice suddenly announced. Ryker pivoted to see the twin dragon riders approached on their Zippleback.

"Yeah, and if we don't understand it then it has to be a good one," the female added.

Both brothers looked at them in confusion and slight fear of just how much they had heard.

"I deduct that they are sharing a consort who just happened to be taken by this Drago Bludvist," the female began, tapping thoughtfully at her chin. "But there is a love triangle quarrel."

"Two brothers, one consort. This consort cannot meet the needs of both brothers so another has taken her…or him…to end said quarrel," the male added, also tapping his chin. "But the identity of said consort is a mystery."

"Yes…why the big secret? Toothless, any thoughts?" the girl asked.

The Nightfury tilted his head, grumbled something none of them understood, turned and walked away, but not before whacking both Grimborns with his tail.

"I hate that dragon," Viggo muttered, holding the side of his head where Toothless's tail had caught him.

Ryker gave a grunt. "Leave if you want. I'm not leaving without him."

"Then you will die. Just like everyone here will die. There is no stopping Drago," Viggo persisted, not wanting to lose his brother but not willing to risk himself for a tribe they had been enemies with. Yes, he loved Hiccup. Yes, he felt guilt for letting him suffer, for making Stoick believe the boy was dead, but it didn't mean he was going to five his life for these people. He was going to find a way on Drago's ship, take Hiccup and go. If that didn't work and Berk couldn't be saved then he would go. He never agreed to any of this.

The main twin gave a hearty laugh. "You obviously never met our dragon. This is Belch and that's Barf. And we're Tuff and Ruff, we laugh in the face of danger."

Viggo rolled his eyes. "And you want to side with these lunatics," he told Ryker. "Fine. Let's get our boy then get out of here. I feel my IQ dropping by the moment." He stomped toward the nearest catapult and did his best to help load it, but he was not nearly as strong as his brother.

Ryker shook his head, not sure how to explain his brother.

"Wow, it must be that time for him, he's acting just like you," Tuffnut observed, shrugging to his sister.

"Shut up," Ruffnut shot back.

"It's that time all the time," Ryker threw in before going to help his brother load the catapult before the fool broke something. This was not going to be as simple as he first thought. He had to figure a way to find Hiccup, with or without Viggo.