Dagur paced back and forth on the rocks, seeming as though he might walk a trench into the ground. Steam, practically, spewed from his head. Snotlout punched his right hand into his left palm, "I say we go in blasting." the boy offered, patting Hookfang's head. The Berserker rubbed his temple, "No, we can't do that. It would be great, but they'll be expecting that." he frowned, "And we can't just wait for them to act first, either. They don't have a clue what they're doing with my Skrill and will only end up hurting him."

Dagur stopped his pacing long enough to have a sly grin, "We need to do something they won't see coming. Something so, seemingly, reckless that Alvin'll be too busy thinking we're stupid to actually know what we've planned!" he laughed and received concerned looks from the riders. After Dagur, awkwardly, cleared his throat, Hiccup spoke, "What are you suggesting?" The eldest viking looked at him, "We're going to trick good ol' Al by making him think that I've betrayed you all for my dragon." The riders looked unconvinced, "Why would he care, though? Wouldn't he just attack you?" Astrid inquired. Dagur shook his head, "Nope. Because," he sang, "I know Skrills and he doesn't. As much as he'd love to fling his fleet at the first outsider to his island, he knows that he needs help. When they least expect it, I'll free the dragon and go to their coast. That's where you all can be hiding, in case my Berserkers and I need backup."

The twins began to bounce, "Will there, by chance, happen to be a large scale battle at the conclusion of your strategy?" Tuffnut asked, properly. "Is there any other way to end something?" Dagur retorted, with a twinkle in his eyes. The twin, nearly, fainted off of his dragon's head, warranting a punch from his sister. Hiccup rolled his eyes at the display, "Oh gods." he whispered, exasperated, "Alvin is the most ruthless viking I've ever met, Dagur. He's earned that moniker of his and won't hesitate to show that." Hiccup stated, worriedly. "Don't worry, brother. All I've got to do is outtreacher the treacherous." the Berserker smiled. "Plus with my armada on my side, it'll make things a lot easier."

The chief led a quarter of his ships into Outcast Island's perimeter. The former Berkians called their alarm, "Intruders approaching!" Alvin marched up to see and drew his sword. He eyed the boy, "Dagur the Deranged, eh?" The Berserker nodded in response, "I came here to make a proposition. Can we dock?" Dagur gestured to the shore. With a grunt, Alvin motioned for the ships to come further. The vikings secured their vessels to the docks and Alvin went over to Dagur, "All right, you're docked. Now, what is it ya can do for me?" The chief smirked, "It's a known fact that you want Berk; however, it's been a bit hard to obtain, am I right?" Alvin scowled, "Movin' on. How're ya gonna fix that?" "With that Skrill. You'll need my help with it, if you don't want it to kill one of your Outcasts."

Alvin laughed, "I don't need anybody. Especially not some boy whose head isn't screwed on right." Dagur scoffed and looked at the cloudy skies, "Let me guess, you're trying to restrain the Skrill in some arena. Is that correct?" The Outcast crossed his arms, "Maybe. What does it matter?" A scream answered his question. Alvin rushed to the stadium, with Dagur following him, and saw the Skrill blasting his vikings. The dragon saw Dagur and looked, simultaneously, relieved and hurt. "I'm not here to hurt you, buddy. Just hold on." Dagur, mentally, assured, trying to project his thoughts into the dragon's mind.

An Outcast grabbed the Skrill's head and forced him to the ground. Dagur kept himself from lashing out, "You'll get killed that way." he stated, "By me." the boy mused. The Outcast eyed him, "How?" Dagur went up to the dragon, pushing Outcasts out of his way, "He draws his power from lightning. You need to put him in water for the time being." With his eyes, he apologized to the dragon. An old, skinny viking came up to him, "We need to punish it for trying to attack us. No dragon deserves to have adjustments made for it." Dagur, nearly, gagged at the man's stench, "And nothing with your odor deserves to be around a living being. Ever heard of a bath?"

Mildew looked appalled by the statement and he stared at the boy, hard, "You're Hiccup's friend. Why are you here?" Dagur regarded him, arrogantly, "I'm a chief first and foremost. No alliance is worth losing such a magnificent creature like the one you guys have in your possession." Alvin sneered at him, "So that's why you're here. You want the Skrill. Well, ya can't have it until after I get Berk. That's my offer. Take it or leave it." Dagur sneered back, "Not willing to do even a little budging on that contract?" Alvin shook his head, fervently, "Not on my life." The two glared at each other until finally, sighing, heavily, Dagur conceded, "Fine, if you're deterimed to be so stubborn about it."

"Bring it to the water." Alvin ordered. Six Outcasts scurried over to the Skrill and tried their best to get him to the new location. The Outcast leader turned to Dagur, "Looks like you'll need to know our plan for attack, if you're goin' to be a part of it." He motioned to an opening in the rocks and the Berserkers went through. "Alvin," Mildew began, "we aren't really working with him, are we? He's crazy. Might use that Skrill on us as soon as he gets it!" Alvin eyed the elderly viking, "I don't keep my deals, Mildew. We'll use his help for the Skrill and the amount of vikings that he has, for now, but as soon as we get Berk, we'll end the whole lot of 'em."

Dagur and Alvin sat at the heads of the long, Outcast table. Puffing up, Alvin started, "My fleet will lead the attack to Berk's front and your ships'll provide the support." Dagur refrained from rolling his eyes, "So basic and predictable." he thought. "But what I need to know is what to do with that Skrill. How do I deal with it?" the Outcast inquired. "Simple." Dagur leaned back in the chair, "You don't. It's my payment remember? Any issue that comes up with the dragon, I'll handle. Don't worry yourself over that." Alvin snarled, "Just curious about it. Never hurts to know as much as you can about your weapons." The Berserker gave him a blank look and Alvin sighed, exasperated that he was, supposedly, not being understood.

Dagur brought his hands together, "What time is this attack going to take place?" "Tonight. I don't like waiting." Alvin replied, "I'll send Savage to go get you when we're ready. You can wait on your ship." The chief gave a nod and left. Before he could, a sound of crumbling earth caught his attention. He raised his brow at Alvin, "Skrills don't cause earthquakes. Wonder what that was. Not like he'll tell me, though." Dagur mused. The Berserkers went to their vessels, "Should we start our plan now, Sir?" Vorg inquired. "No, anything too soon might be anticipated. We'll wait a little bit." The leader answered. After some time had gone by, Dagur took some Berserkers with him and sneaked back onto the island.

"First things first, getting my Skrill back." the Berserker thought. He led his vikings through where they had seen the Outcasts take the dragon and found him chained to the watery ground. Two Outcasts were guarding him, so the Berserkers mashed their heads together, rendering them unconscious. Dagur stole the key, that one possessed, and unlocked the pin. The Skrill shied away from human contact. "It's me, Skrilly. You'll be safe in just a little bit longer. You have to be quiet, though, all right?" Dagur reached for the muzzle and removed it from the dragon. The skrill eyed him with trepidation and followed him out of the cage. As they began walking back to the ships, another crumbling sound came.

"Make sure he gets back to the riders, so that he can go to Berk's training arena." Dagur ordered. Vorg had askance written on his face, "Why? Shouldn't you be coming with us?" "I will. Don't take all the ships. That noise has just been bothering me, so I'm going to see what it is." the chief informed. Vorg and the Skrill looked hesitant to leave, but executed the orders. After making sure they exited, safely, Dagur crept around the cave, seeing a lot of Outcasts and few other things. Again, a loud racket. The young chief followed it and it got stronger. He was getting closer and could hear a new noise. A squawking almost. Peeking around the corner, Dagur saw a lounge of Whispering Death hatchlings.

The fledglings screeched and dug holes in every surface they could find. "They're breeding these things. Wonder how big they'll get." Dagur pondered. He saw a large egg and his eyes widened, "I hope that's not an indication. They'll plant them on Berk as soon as those dragons can eat through enough earth." The Berserker wanted to take them, to prevent the dragons from being used as weapons against Berk, but he could not think of a way to transport them. "They won't just follow me out. Eh, the riders can figure that part out since they're used to this kind of thing."

Vorg and the Berserkers brought the dragon to the ships and met up with the dragon riders. "Where's Dagur?" Hiccup asked, growing concerned. "He stayed behind to learn what some noise was." Vorg told. "And you just let him?" the Berkian heir's voice rose. "Hiccup, calm down." Astrid told him, "The captain probably was following orders." The other riders did not know what to do, "We can't leave him here, but can we stay?" Fishlegs asked. "We can go in and get him." Ruffnut offered, gesturing to her brother. "Great, then you nitwits would get him killed." Snotlout stated, upset. Hiccup rapped his fingers on Toothless's head, "We don't stay close, but not far either. We can, slowly, begin to head back to Berk. He should catch up with us, if he goes a normal pace."

Skillfully going alongside the cavern walls, Dagur made his way to the ship and began to sail off. He was putting a nice distance between himself and Outcast island. Seeing something in the fog, the Berserker saw a larger ship coming towards him. Dagur cursed the ship for being faster than his, "I knew that these ships have needed a good update for the last decade." he thought, bitterly. Alvin looked like a dragon, himself, ready for the kill, "You broke our deal, boy." he snarled. Dagur scoffed, "As if you were planning on giving me anything more than a blade through my body when you finished attacking Berk." he retorted. Dagur tried to keep the vessels separate, but the other caught up, quickly.

"I don't like looking stupid." Alvin roared. "Aw, but you're so good at it!" Dagur cooed. The Outcast leapt onto the Berserker ship with his sword drawn. Just barely, Dagur missed being slashed and drew his own weapon. Metal clashed against each other, loudly, and Alvin pushed down on the viking. "A big boy, isn't he." Dagur thought, struggling to keep the blade from his person. Brightening, he used his helmet as help and headbutted the viking back. He had to be faster instead of stronger, so he sent quick kicks and slices into the larger viking. Alvin yelled out in pain as the blade cut his flesh, enraging him. With an infuriated roar, the Outcast slashed his sword, disarming the Berserker.

Mentally cursing, Dagur ducked and dodged around the sharp metal. "Stop running!" Alvin ordered. He was envious of the younger viking's speed and agility. "Outcasts!" he called out. The mentioned vikings charged onto the ship and surrounded the Berserker. "Can't fight me alone, Al? Have to be babied by your band of miscreants?" Dagur taunted. An Outcast came up from behind him and he punched the viking out. Dagur laughed and flung the limp body into two more Outcasts, "They aren't as good as I thought they'd be, Treachy!" More vikings piled into the vessel, taking up the entire volume. "What they might lack in skill, they make up for in numbers." Alvin sneered, as the viking closed in on Dagur.

With the Berserker ships, the Skrill was at unease. "What's going on down there?" Hiccup called. "Don't know. It's just started moving around like crazy." Vorg answered. Prior to the vikings be able to stop it, the dragon flew away. "You didn't harness it?" Astrid questioned, annoyed. "There's no way I was going to chain up the chief's dragon." the captain defended. "Fair point." Tuffnut figured. Hiccup sighed and they flew after the dragon.

Dagur took out each Outcast that came up to him, but there were so many. "Do they just have an endless supply?" he wondered, exasperated. The vikings jumped on top of Dagur, pinning him to the ground with their combined weight. Only the Berserker's head was out from under the pile, the rest being crushed. He tried, in vain, to get the Outcasts off of him. Hearing a manical cackle, he saw Alvin walking over to them with his sword drawn. He raised the blade over his head and Dagur shut his eyes, tightly. A painfilled yell with through his ears, but it did not belong to him.

Dagur saw as a blue stream of lightning coursed through Alvin's body, knocking him into the water. The Berserker felt his hair standing on end as more screams came. The pressure from the pile of Outcasts left him and they shot off into the sea, going near their leader. In awe, Dagur watched the Skrill flying in the sky. The Outcasts swam away, in fear, from its ferocity. The dragon landed on the deck right next to the young viking and looked at him. "Y-you protected me." the Berserker stated, dumbfounded. The Skrill lowered his head and Dagur put their foreheads together, "Thank you." he said, sincerely. Hiccup and the riders came to join the group, "Looks like you've made a new friend." he noted. Dagur beamed. "What are you going to name him?" Fishlegs inquired. Dagur thought for a few moments and decided, confidently, "Bluebolt."