Dagur and Shatternaster landed on Berk's shore and the viking felt the tension in his chest release as he saw that the island's inhabitants were still unharmed. The chief patted his Gronckle's head, "Thanks, buddy. You've been a really good boy." he commended. Dagur looked around for one of the dragon riders, Stoick, or Gobber. "Guess, I'll head to the Great Hall." he figured. The Berserker started walking towards the building and saw Fishlegs walking in a sort of odd way. Raising a brow, he went over to the viking, "Hey, Fishy, do you know where the others are? There's something that I need to tell you all." The Berkian eyed him up and down, "Who is this 'Fishy'?" he questioned, in a weird voice. Dagur frowned at him, "Now's not the time for jokes. This is serious." The larger viking glared at the Berserker, "I do not joke. I am Thor Bonecrusher."
Dagur put his hand to his forehead, exasperated, "What are you talking about? You can't just go around claming to be Thor. That's a sure fired way to get shot full of lightning, pal." The Ingerman flicked his wrist at the chief, "We are not friends. I would never associate with such, pitiful, riff raff." The Berserker kept hurt from showing on his face and replaced it with anger. Dagur spotted Snotlout coming over with a selection of weapons, "I'm going to assume something is very wrong with Fishlegs, here, and that's why he's acting like this." Fishlegs was enraged at being called his name again and Snotlout tried to calm him down, "Thor, the poor viking doesn't know what he's saying." He used his index finger to form a circle over his temple, "He's not all there." the Jorgenson whispered. The confused viking showed realization on his expression, "Oh, it's clear now. A loon." Dagur boiled over with rage and looked at Snotlout, "Was I right or should I hold him responsible for his actions?" he questioned, through gritted teeth.
Snotlout hurried over to Dagur, "He got hypnotized and thinks that he's Thor Bonecrusher." he informed, quietly. The Berserker grunted, "Great. Do you know where Hiccup is? I need to tell him something. All of you, actually, but it looks like you'll be busy with 'Bonecrusher'." Just as Dagur said this, he saw Hiccup and rushed over, "Brother, I have some bad news for you." The heir prepared himself for the worst, "What is it?" Dagur's brows furrowed, "Whichever trader told you about the shipyard, he's a traitor. He was in on it with the hunters-one of their allies even." Hiccup looked hesitant, "Are you sure? Trader Johann is the one that gave us the information." Dagur started to draw his ax, "Then, we go find him and run him through." The Berkian looked at his friend in horror, "Woah, woah. I never agreed to that. Listen, Johann's been a trusted merchant for Berk for longer than I even remember. Whatever they told you was probably a lie."
Dagur caressed the blade of his weapon, "Or, it was the truth and you're still being tricked. Let's say, I don't kill him and-I'm assuming-you don't either. From this point on, be wary of Johann. Don't do stuff like take food or follow his directions. Can you agree to that?" Hiccup bit his lip, "We'll see." "'We'll see'?!" Dagur echoed, angrily, "What about, 'this guy might be an undercover enemy' is so impossible to grasp?" Hiccup ignored the tone of voice and stayed calm, "I want to see for myself." Dagur stared at him for a moment, "You have seen for yourself. You all have and you haven't found anything suspicious." The Berkian sighed, heavily, "I have to deal with Fishlegs right now." His eyes lit up, "Hey, you could help me with him. Help us snap him out of it." Dagur made a face, "I care about Fishy, but doesn't Snotlip have it covered?" Hiccup commenced leading the Berserker back to where the other riders were, "It's Snotlout. Of course, he doesn't. Trust me, you can help more than you know."
Fishlegs was juggling yaks, to the amazement of the Berkian crowd, "And now, I must rid our fine seas of that dreaded Scauldron." he declared. With a large growl, Dagur glanced at Hiccup, "Fine, I'll help make sure he doesn't kill himself." The younger viking smiled, "Thanks." Watching the spectacle, sadly, sat Meatlug. Dagur saw her and gestured in her direction, "So, 'Bonecrusher', you don't want to be spending time with Meaty instead of killing a dragon?" The delusional viking stopped his juggling to scoff, "I wouldn't be caught in Valhalla with a Gronckle by my side. This island is plagued by them. Saw a green one today. Pathetic creature." he sneered. Dagur crossed his arms over his chest, "They're cool if you're creative." The other viking marched over to him, "Are you implying that I cannot utilize my weapons, properly?" A smug look crossed the Berserker's face, "Don't have to imply anything. You've proven that yourself."
Bonecrusher's hands balled into fists, "Bold speaking for a mere viking. Your wounds portray your mortality and that is something that Thor Bonecrusher does not need to concern himself with. I could take on an entire nest of dragons and emerge better than before." There could not have been a more entertaining show for Snotlout, who observed the two bantering. "You are not even a Berkian, but a king of fools for a lesser island." Snotlout "ooh"ed, goading his new hero on. If one were to look at Dagur's face, they would have thought that he was about to strangle the viking. His breath was quick and the chief began to take deeper ones, "Stay calm. Flow like the sea." he chanted, quietly. Bonecrusher stared, disturbed, "I do not have time for those with damaged brains. Shoo." He moved to shove the Berserker and Dagur grabbed his hand with deadliness in his eyes.
The two vikings locked eyes and Dagur could see as Fishlegs almost returned to the forefront of his own consciousness. The Ingerman whimpered and Dagur realized that the younger viking's hand was about to break. Being released, Bonecrusher snapped back, "How dare you grab me in such a harsh way, slime! After I protect these vikings from this dragon, I'll see what we can do about protecting them from you." Ruthlessness recommenced in Dagur and his snarled, "You better come back soon, Fishy. I wouldn't want you to suffer for what Bonecrusher's done." Again, the former personality almost resurfaced, but sunk back into the depths of the pretend Thor.
Bonecrusher stalked away and Dagur stormed over to the Great Hall, finding the chief and heir, "Hello, Stoick." he greeted, still trying to be considerate despite wanting to get to another point. "Hello, Dagur." the elder chief relied. The Berserker went to Hiccup and stopped, "Sorry, not sure how to fix him, but I know, I can't. He's too arrogant and aggressive. He'll get killed by me before that Scauldron gets him and he's our friend, so you see the issue with that." Hiccup eyed him, cautiously, "You'd kill him?" Dagur grunted, "No. I mean, that's why I'm leaving. Take this out on some hunters." he stated, walking towards the exit, "See ya, Stoick." he balked, "Did..Hiccup tell you anything that I had mentioned to him today?" The Berkian appeared confused, "Not that I can recall." Dagur glanced at Hiccup for a second, "Okay. Just wondering." With that, he left the building.
Stoick observed his son, "What did he mean by that, Hiccup?" The viking took a step towards the chief, "He said that the hunters told him, Johann isn't really our ally and is theirs instead. That he led us into a trap." Blinking, Stoick began, "Impossible. I've known him for years. He's the only viking, that isn't a Berkian, that I trust." he divulged, "But, Dagur did have an oppprtunity to hear a lot of things. We aren't mind readers. Perhaps, we don't know Johann like we think we do." Hiccup was more than doubtful, "Dagur's just being paranoid. As much as I hate to say it, his mind is going. Fast. You heard that he was about to kill Fishlegs. We can't trust his judgement. Not now. Maybe not ever." Slumping into a chair, Hiccup sighed.
After exiting the Great Hall, Dagur was about to hop onto Shattermaster's saddle. "What are you doing here?" a harsh voice questioned. The chief took a deep breath before turning, "I came here to warn all of you about Trader Johann. I heard that he's with the dragon hunters." Heather scoffed, "And we should believe you over a trusted friend? Johann has helped me more times than I can count. I won't stand for you trying to ruin his name around here." Dagur kept his expression unreadable, "You don't have to. I'm leaving." The other viking continued to glare, "Snotlout told me what you did to Fishleg's hand. You can't just come here and hurt the people I love." The chief's brows furrowed, "I didn't come here to hurt anyone-" "But you still did." she pressed, "You're dangerous and shouldn't be allowed on Berk." Dagur turned, slightly, from the viking, diverting his gaze from her hateful stare.
With his focus altered, he saw Johann standing a short distance from Heather, a blade in his hand. Like a flash of lightning, Dagur threw a blade into the man's chest. An oddly colored liquid came from the wound and he noticed that it smelled like mead. Heather spun to peek behind her and turned back to Dagur, confused, "So, now you're throwing knives into mead barrels? An ineffective way of getting a drink. The last thing you need is to be drunk, anyway. That blade might've gone into a person." The chief blinked, hard, "I thought..." Heather raised her hand, dismissively, "You're crazy. Hiccup and the others might think that you all are friends, but I know a threat when I see one." The viking stared at him and spoke again, "How do we know that you aren't on the hunters' side? Maybe it was all an illusion." She laughed, scornfully, "That would make a lot more sense." For a moment, hurt could have been seen in Dagur's eyes, "I'm not working with them." he promised, "I've been trying to stop them for a little while now."
Heather rolled her eyes, "And, again, we're just supposed to take you for your word. While you're doing your, alleged, justice seeking, I'll be making sure this island and these riders are safe. No matter what I have to do to ensure that." She walked away, stopping only when Dagur said something, "You stay safe too, Heather. I can't do as much as I'd like to for you, from afar." The young lady's eyes were cold, "Don't act like you care about me. You didn't care when you pushed me out into the sea to die." she spat, "Or when you killed my father." Dagur looked at her, sadly, and turned his face once more, "I'm sorry." he told her, "I-I understand that you don't want me to be around, but I hope that some day we'll be able to start over. Either way, I'll be there for you if you need me."
Dagur got onto Shattermaster's back, who had been snarling at the girl, "It's okay, boy. Let's go." he told the dragon, quietly. With a parting glance, the Berserker and Gronckle flew off of the island. Heather's glare softened, moderately, but she still huffed and walked away from the coast. Dagur stared at the seas and Shattermaster gave a small roar to get his attention. "My bad, bud. Let me see where we're going." He pulled a map out and looked it over, "We need to head West. It'll be a long ways there, but it's a big island. The hunters wouldn't be able to resist a place so chock filled with dragons." They soared through the skies and Dagur was glad that vikings could not converse back and forth with dragons. For the time being, he just preferred to think over things and not be disturbed. The sun set and rose, making no difference for the young man, but he wanted Shattermaster to be healthy and happy. "Mind heading down there?" he inquired, pointing to another island, "You can rest a bit."
The two made a quick shelter and Dagur roasted a yak leg over the Shattermaster-made fire. As he ate, the dragon drifted into sleep. Dagur dared not to take part in such acts and thought of many topics that night. Some of these included various eye exercises and meditations. The sun rose again over the island and Shattermaster awoke, smiling at Dagur. "Hey, buddy. Sleep well?" The Gronckle wagged his tail, happily, in response. His rider had gotten ready to go before he had risen, so they just needed to fly off. After flapping for some time, they viewed several hunter ships and headed down, stealthily. The vessels were empty and the dragon-viking duo could hear hunters wrangling up dragons. "Take that, you filthy beast!" someone shouted. The cry of a dragon sounded off and Dagur looked to see where everyone was. Thirty hunters were out in the open, trapping dragons; ten were dealing with the caged ones, cruelly; and two were watching as it all transpired.
"If we free enough dragons and keep the hunter's from their weapons, we should be able to stop them." Dagur whispered to Shattermaster. The Berserker grabbed a rock and threw it near the hunters, causing a racket that directed their attention to nothing worthwhile. As the viking that guarded some cages left, Dagur and Shattermaster, sneakily, ventured over and melted the doors. Some dragons leapt out and began attacking the hunters. The villains raised their bows and Dagur tossed up an oil barrel, having the Gronckle shoot. This made the vikings take cover and the reptiles began their meals. Dagur smirked and frowned when he saw a silvery dragon being cornered into a rock wall by a small group of hunters. Dagur threw a blade into the back of the viking's neck and the hunter's legs went weak. With a thump, he hit the ground and the dragon looked around for who helped it.
Dagur went over to check on the dragon, who was lying down, injured. The reptile was coated in blood that covered its armory scales. When he approached it, the dragon nuzzled him with its neck. Dagur laughed, "Don't mention it. Just sorry that you had already gotten hurt. Let's see what we can do to fix you up." The chief began to go over the dragon's body with a cloth, cleaning the wounds. He went to the ships to see what else they could use and found some first aid equiptment. Brightening, Dagur grabbed them and returned to the dragon. He made a splint for the reptile's left back claw and fixed up a concoction to spread onto the hurt skin. "There we are, girl." He turned to Shattermaster, "Guess that we'll be staying here for a bit to make sure she gets better." The injured reptile shivered and the Gronckle went over to her side and sat by her, providing his warmth. "After she's good, there's another big island that we have to head to. Can't imagine all the dragons that they're hurting and trying to capture there, but we'll stop them."