Dagur went to the Berserker Island library and scanned the shelves. Content in what he found, he took one out and sat down. "'We harnessed its power and vanquished our enemies. Even the best dragon stood no chance against us. Eventually, our beloved beasts became too out of control and we were forced to freeze them in ice.' Perfect. That's just what I needed." the chief thought.
He left the building and returned home. It was so empty that for a moment he felt somber. He decided preoccupy his time was with his plans for revenge. "Hiccup won't know what hit him. And when he does find out, it'll be too late." he laughed at the thought and pulled out the maps of the archipelago.
He had gotten no sleep that night, having spent its entirety scheming. As soon as dawn broke, he went to Vorg's hut. The viking came to answer his door after hearing loud knocking. He was about to say some unfriendly things to whoever was out there, until he saw that it was his chief. "Chief? What can I do for you?" "We're going on a search for a Skrill effective immediately." Dagur told him. Vorg contained a sigh and gathered his things.
The Berserker ships were loaded and they set off on their voyage. "What made you think of the Skrills, Sir?" Vorg asked. "The Skrill is our best bet to take down Hiccup and his Night Fury." The youth spat, "Who knows how many dragons Berk has in its arsenal? They could wipe us out just for the heck of it! But, if I have that Skrill, we can blast them out the sky." he made an explosion sound and cackled, maniacally.
Dagur was standing on the deck of his ship. "We have to find it. It still exists somewhere." he thought. Hiccup had lied to him. Betrayed him. He needed to make him pay for that fatal mistake. "Sir, are we going to go back to the island soon?" Vorg asked. Dagur raised an eyebrow, "Why would we do that? Do you not want to find my Skrill, Vorg?" he asked, threateningly. Vorg stammered, "O-of course I do. It's just been a while and we don't know where it is." Dagur growled, "And that's why we're still looking." he said, through gritted teeth. Dagur calmed down, verbally, "Sometimes, Vorg, it seems like you prefer swimming to walking." The Berserker soldier paled, "No, I quite like being on the boat, Dagur." "Then, you should learn how to get onboard with my plans." The chief told him.
They had been looking for weeks and found nothing. The Berserker chief was steadfast in finding that dragon. He went to his vikings, "We have to split up. Vorg, you take a ship East, Herald, you go West, Abnar, South, and we'll go North. I should always be over you." he chuckled. They separated and spent more time searching. Dagur threw a knife at a target with Hiccup's face drawn on it and yelled in frustration. "I'm going to find that Skrill!"
A Berserker entered the room, "Sir?" he began, timidly. Dagur turned and prepared to throw a knife at the disturbance. He stopped mid throw and growled, "Barge in why don't you? Nothing could go wrong." he said, sarcastically. "Um, I thank you for not killing me." The viking stated. Dagur rolled his eyes, "Let's focus on why you're here." "Captain Vorg. He found a Skrill."
