Sunlight shone over the waters and ships, but none came into the murky, prison cell. That did not matter anyway, though. Dagur had never enjoyed the pleasures of night through sleep as it was, so the time made little difference to him. Savage creaked open the door and went over to the boy with three, dirty looking, cloths in his hands. "Brought me some gifts, Savy? Aw, I didn't get you anything." Dagur laughed at himself and the Outcast's annoyed expression. Savage began to bring a cloth over to Dagur's face, which was drawn away. "Not quite the cleanest bunch of vikings, are you? I think, I'll pass on them, but thanks anyway."

Loud steps alerted Dagur to a larger viking coming. Alvin barged into the cell, glaring at Savage, "Ya aren't done yet?!" The smaller Outcast shrunk, "I just got in here, Sir. I'm sorry." Alvin continued to sneer and snatched the cloths away from his subject. He turned to Dagur, "Open your trap." The Berserker looked at him as if he had a dragon egg cracked on his face, purposefully, "He can't think I'd let those things go in my mouth." he thought, disgusted. Roughly, Alvin grabbed his bottom jaw, "Hard of hearing now? Open it with your ability to, or ya won't be able to control whether your mouth's closed or not." His hand squeezed the bone, threatening to break it.

Alvin's expression turned into a thoughtful one and his pressure relaxed. His fingers moved to the connecting points on Dagur's jaw and he jabbed them, this triggered the boy's mouth to open, slightly. Alvin, quickly, yanked the jaw down and shoved a cloth halfway down his throat. Dagur gagged from it and tried to spit it out, but another cloth was tied over his mouth and kept the other inside. "You won't be needing to speak." Alvin smirked. He grabbed the top of Dagur's head and tied the last cloth over his eyes. "And don't need to see either." The Outcasts left the cell, "All right. We're ready for ya." Alvin called.

Dagur heard the footsteps of a third viking entering the area. "This is him?" a british accent questioned, skeptically. "Yep." Alvin told, "A friend of the dragon training boy and a trainer, himself." There was a pause, "Interesting. Maybe, he could be of some use, then." the unknown viking stated, "Does he work well?" "Sure." Alvin lied, "Strong kid. Why waste vikings by having them do work when he can?" Dagur felt as the viking's hand grabbed at his arms, not, particularly, helping his broken limb. "Well, at least I can bite down on this stupid cloth." Dagur mused. "He has potential." the viking noted. "He's ruthless too, so he'll probably help you guys kill people." Alvin suggested. "How ruthless?" the newcomer inquired. The Outcast cackled, "He's killed his own father just to claim his birthright sooner." The other viking thought about it, "I'll have him." Alvin cleared his throat, "Buy him, ya mean."

Dagur could hear the tension rising as the other viking spoke again, "I never misspeak." he said, coldly. More viking footsteps filled the prison, implying that the Outcasts had been surrounded. "Now," the one viking began, "Will I have him or take him?" The sound of crossbows being raised and metal weapons being drawn, intrigued Dagur. "Ooh, come on, Al. Put up a fight. I just wish that I could see it." he thought. No fight occurred, "Have him." Alvin said, gruffly. "Being reasonable. Smart." the other man said, condescendingly. An additional chain was added to Dagur's feet and while he was not unchained, his chain was unattached from the wall. Feeling his feet leave the floor, Dagur was slung over a shoulder and carried away, crossing into a different ship.

The two vikings walked for a small distance and stopped. Dagur heard the man knock on a door and a muffled reply. Dropping him to the floor on his knees, the other viking entered the room. The Berserker tried to use his other sense to find the door and listen to what was being said. Only murumurs could be heard and he, quickly, moved back to where he was when the sound of someone nearing the door came. The entrance was opened and Dagur could almost hear the smirk on the viking's face. "You're lucky today." the viking told him, "The man you're supposed to meet is available to see you." The viking began to drag him into the room. "Brother." another voice greeted, "I see that you have retrieved our new guest; however, this is no way to treat him. Uncover his eyes first. They are the windows to the soul." The brother complied and Dagur could finally see who these vikings were. One that had brought him there was a bald and somewhat large man while the younger one had hair and a goatee.

The smaller viking looked at the Berserker for a moment and smiled, "Welcome to our humble abode, Dagur. Allow us to introduce ourselves. We are Viggo and Ryker Grimborn. Correct if I'm wrong, but I am sure that you are curious as to why you are here." Ryker ungagged the viking, "Bleh," Dagur said, trying to to get the taste out of his mouth, "I can guess a few, but I wouldn't mind some clarification." Viggo put his hands together, "We have heard about your training of a dragon and-even more helpful-your connection to a master dragon trainer. Now, I am willing to make you a proposition. Weare dragon hunters, not trainers, so I do not find having them as pets to be necessary. What I would like is to lull them in, easier. The best prisoner is one that does not know they are, after all."

Dagur raised his brow, "Lull them in? I don't know how to put them in trances." Viggo sat forward, "I am not asking for a hypnotist. If you can convince them that we are not the threat that we are, I will be satisfied. I have lost a large amount of hunters, due to defensive dragons, and it can be a hassle replacing them." Mentally, Dagur scoffed, "Well, since you care so much." he thought, sarcastically. "No one stays without providing something, so how can you be of service?" Viggo inquired. Dagur pretended to contemplate, "Honestly, I don't know if I can help you." he feigned sadness, "You might have to force me to leave your ship. And here I was all ready to get settled." The dragon hunter began to chuckle, "One that can joke in a time like this is one that laughs at Death's, grim gaze. You might have been a chief before, but those days have long passed. You have the choice to be one of my hunters or my prisoner. It is, entirely, up to you."

Dagur did not care for either option, "And your hunters just go around capturing dragons for you to sell or kill, until some dragon gets them killed?" Viggo grinned, "Or I do. Whichever comes first." Dagur looked at the two, "Guess that you don't leave me with too many options. I'm not helping you go after those animals." Ryker grabbed the boy's throat, lifting him off of the ground. Despite feeling that his windpipe was being crushed, Dagur stared down the viking and showed no signs of regret for his words. Viggo waved his hand at his brother, "Release him, Ryker." Ryker turned to look at the other hunter, "But-" "Preferably before you kill him." the hunter pressed. The elder sibling let go of the boy's neck and let him fall back to the flooring. A quiet gasp for air emitted from the Berserker and Viggo sighed, "I suppose, you could consider this a test. One that you failed, miserably, I might add. To think that I was going to order your wounds mended. I so seldom meet an intellectual equal and that shall continue, indefinitely. Take him to the cells, Brother."

Somehow, the hunter prison was even more dingy than the one for the Outcasts. Dagur started to realize the difference. While the Outcasts kept them rundown and unkept, the hunters wanted the cells to be as terrible as possible. There was absolutely no light in the prison and Ryker had to use a lamp to see where they were going. A dripping sound was coming from their right and Dagur figured that there was a small hole in the ship's bottom. It would not be enough to sink the ship, but to cause an irritating leak. The floors looked as though dirt had been dumped onto them-which probably had happened. Sharp pieces of metal-from the inventory beneath the prison-poked up into the cells, making some points on the floor look like a porcupine. The last thing that Dagur noticed was that a foul odor filled the jail. Its stench was pungent enough to make even the most vicious of vikings ill.

Dagur was flung into the worst of the cells and the door was locked behind him. Using his abdominable muscles, he kept himself from being impaled. Ryker scowled at him, chained the viking to the wall, and returned upstairs, taking the light with him. Dagur frowned and groaned, "What is with people and chains?!" He missed the feeling of being able to separate his hands and feet without hindrance. Dagur decided to use his weight to pull him forwards and then his arms to bring him back, although he was unable to do too much because of his injury. "Well, at least it'll let me be creative." he thought.

Ryker reached his brother's office again and frowned, "Why didn't you let me kill him?" Viggo eyed him, "Because it has been too long since I have broken someone. The concept of it being done, properly, is foreign to you." When Ryker scowled, Viggo elaborated, "What do you consider broken, Brother?" Ryker pondered, "Dead, I suppose." Viggo nodded, sadly, "I will never understand why you do. Broken to me is not, necessarily, hurt or dead for the flesh, but on the inside. Whatever needs to happen to cause that, must be done and it has already been set into play." He smiled, calmly, but with a deadly air.

Hiccup and the riders flew to Berserker Island that morning. "Welcome, Berkians." Vorg greeted them, "Where's Dagur?" The riders landed by the Berserker, "Dagur got wounded by Alvin during the attack. He's captured right now and we couldn't find him anywhere last night." Hiccup divulged. The captain leapt into action, "Herald, tell the soldiers that we're heading out, immediately." The viking ran off to fetch the others and the vessels set sail. The dragon riders flew above them, keeping an eye out for any sign of another ship. They saw an Outcast ship and approached it, weapons and dragons ready. Hiccup and Toothless dove down, landing on the ship and being followed by the other riders. Alvin did not look surprised to see them, "Well, took ya long enough. Thought that you had forgotten about the lad." he scoffed. The words hurt the Berkian and Toothless readied his plasma blast. "Where is Dagur?" Hiccup questioned, threateningly.

The Outcast did not bat an eye, "Guess." he said, arrogantly. Hiccup glared into the man's soul, "I know where you're going to be, if you don't tell me." Unaffected, Alvin scoffed, but pointed towards the lower compartment. The riders brushed past Alvin, leaving him to deal with the Berserkers. They found the prison, but not Dagur. Frantically, the Berkian heir and Night Fury searched for something. They did find something, but they wished that they had not. Hiccup felt sick to his stomach and his knees almost gave out on him. Toothless kept him steady as the other riders neared where they were. In the last cell there was blood in an abundance that they had only heard about in stories. "He's not here, so he's still out there somewhere." Hiccup stated, resolutely. The other Berkians were hesitant to speak as they went back to the decks.

"What did you to him?" Hiccup asked Alvin, who had been pinned the ground and with a blade by his head. Alvin chuckled, "What didn't I? He's gone. Don't be expecting to see him again." Rage like never before filled Hiccup's chest and Astrid put a hand on his shoulder, preventing him from exploding. "You'll rot in our prisons for the rest of your, miserable life, Alvin." Vorg promised, "And, rest assured, it will be miserable." The Outcast was furious as Berserkers forced him onto a ship. The rest of the ships and the riders continued their search for the Berserker chief, determined not to believe Alvin. By nightfall, the riders had to return to Berk, but the Berserkers stayed out on the sea. Stoick saw the despondent look on the youths' faces. "Come here." he said, comfortably. They went over to him, "All we found was blood, Dad. Just blood." Hiccup said, shaken. The Berkian saddened, "I'm so sorry, Hiccup."

The other teenagers went to their homes, sadly, while the chief and heir spoke. "What are the Berserkers going to do now? They need a chief. What about Bluebolt? He's domesticated and doesn't have a rider anymore?" Hiccup inquired. "The Berserkers will probably have their captain or general lead from now on, until something can be decided. As for Bluebolt, he'll, most likely, stay on Berserker Island to protect the others." Stoick stated. Hiccup, barely, heard what had been said and patted Toothless's head, "I can't believe that he's gone. He can't be dead, Dad." Stoick looked at him, "Son, there is no reason that I can think of that would justify why Alvin would keep him alive. At least, he's in a better place now." he reassured.

Toothless made a sad grunt and Hiccup looked at him, "Dagur was my best friend before Toothless. My only friend. It-it's going to be different not having him around anymore." the boy said, trying to be strong. The dragon and Berkian went to the coast of the island to look at the sea. He was really gone. They would never hear his crazy laugh, or see his disturbing smile-that he never thought was anything other than normal. No more morbid jokes or bone-crushing hugs. They still had each other and the other Berkians, but it would not be the same. No, Dagur ways made an impact on whatever he did. His absence would be noticed, felt, and missed.