After their failed attempt to hold Hiccup and Stoick hostage, the Berserkers and Savage were apprehended by the Outcasts and Berkians. Alvin took it on, himself, to administer the punishments. The vikings were forced onto their knees as Alvin told them their sentences.

"Berserkers, you will spend ten years in these cells, since you didn't have too much say in these matters. Savage, for your betrayal, you will spend the rest of your life in your cell. Or until I decide I should just kill you for your crimes." Alvin smirked, menacingly. The former Outcast paled and trembled. "And you for, Dagur," The Outcast leader began, "You'll rot here forever with special disciplining whenever I feel like it."

The prisoners were brought to their cells and Alvin took Dagur to his. The boy's hands had been chained behind his back and Alvin started, "Apologize for what you did, Dagur." The chief laughed, "For betraying you? As if you weren't planning on killing my Berserkers and I, Treachy." Alvin hit him and forced Dagur onto his knees again. "Maybe so, but you're in no place to claim justification, Boy. I'll make you sorry for what you did."

The Outcast lifted him off the ground by his throat and held him like that for a while. The Berserker started seeing dots and struggled to maintain his conciousness. Alvin threw a punch that sent Dagur into the adjacent wall, further knocking the wind out of him. The boy gasped for air and a series of hits followed. The Outcast kicked him in his back and slammed him into the ground. Raising him, Alvin pushed him against a wall and brought his sword to his face.

Fear, briefly, flashed on Dagur's visage and the blade slashed over his right eye. He let out a low grunt, trying not to give Alvin any satisfaction in knowing that it hurt. Enraged, the Outcast slashed again. This cut was large and went from near his right temple to past his mouth. Dagur could not contain it anymore and yelled out in pain, causing Alvin to smile, "Feeling sorry yet?" Dagur breathed, heavily, and started laughing, "Yes actually. I'm sorry that you didn't die when I shot that water full of lightning." He was kneed in the stomach and Alvin's sword went to his neck, before stopping. "I won't end you." Alvin stated, "It would be a mercy compared to what I've got planned."

Giving a swift kick between the legs, Alvin went and locked up the cell. The Berserker laid on the ground in agony with blood dripping down his face, "When I get out of here, you are going to pay, Hiccup." he thought, furiously. The next day came and Dagur still had his hands chained together. "Can't you take these off now? The door's locked." he complained.

An Outcast prisoner, across from his cell, came over to the bars, "What? Can't handle a bit of metal on your wrists for too long?" he taunted. Dagur grew irritated, "I don't much like being restrained." he said, through gritted teeth. "Better get used to that. A sad state of affairs when a Berserker chief is the prisoner of an Outcast." the prisoner mentioned, chuckling, "Hey, if any bread comes your way. Toss it to me-oh I guess you wouldn't be able to pick it up even for yourself." he sucked his teeth. Rage filled Dagur, "I'll toss an ax into your cell!"

Alvin was walking by and hit Dagur's cell bars with his sword, invoking a loud ringing. "Quiet, Boy! I don't take kindly to troublesome prisoners." he said to the Berserker. Dagur fumed, "Then wipe that guy's head off his shoulders and we'll be fine." Alvin looked at the other Outcast, who gave the most innocent expression he could muster. "As I leader, myself, you just don't act chiefly, Dagur." Alvin unlocked the cell and entered. Instinctively, Dagur took a step back. The Outcast eyed him up and down, "You have to learn to share."

He paused and grinned, "I know a poor, balding, viking who'd like to look nice for his granddaughter's wedding. You wouldn't mind sharing some hair, eh?" The Berserker sneered at him and dodged a grab. Alvin reached again and yanked him by his braid. "This should look nice on the old man." In a messy stroke, he cut the braid off Dagur's head and ripped some off the side. "Well, I better go deliver this gift. Thanks for the donation!" Alvin left, laughing. The Outcast prisoner chuckled at the Berserker and Dagur's temper flared at his annoying voice.

Bread was given to the prisoners that night, but Dagur's cell was missed. "Fine, I don't want their disease-riddled bread, anyway. If I have any luck, it'll poison that Outcast and he'll die tonight." Dagur laughed at the concept. A week passed and Alvin would come to his cell, daily, and no food would be given by the nights. "Al, I thought you wanted me around for a while." he said. Alvin smirked, "I want you to pay for what you did, not, necessarily, be around."

Dagur leaned against the wall. He was losing more blood, and subsequently iron, than what would be healthy. At the very least, he needed some water. The only part of his cell that he did not hate was the darkness. It allowed him to do crunches and other exercises without being seen. He knew that he would have to get a lot stronger and more fit, if he ever wanted to escape that prison.

"Might need an outside source." Dagur thought, as another week passed. There was one Outcast that he noticed would turn his head whenever Alvin would come to torture him. "What's your name?" the Berserker asked. The Outcast jumped, unaccustomed to being paid attention. "Uh-Kirz." he stammered. Dagur brightened and smiled, "Hey. How long've you been a guard here?" "About a year, I think." Kirz answered, relaxing a bit.

"Been in any battles?" the prisoner inquired. Kirz's face dropped, "They said that I'd be a liability in a fight, so Alvin just has me in here, in case of emergencies." Dagur walked over to the bars, "Oh, don't let 'em get to you. It's an important job to look after prisoners. I bet that you'd be able to hold any of them off too." Kirz grinned, hopefully, "You think so?" "Definitely! Alvin is just paranoid, I mean, why else would I still need to have these chains? I haven't eaten in weeks, not like I'm going amywhere."

Kirz thought for a long moment, "You know what? You're right. Alvin's too paranoid. You won't be able to go anywhere with or without those chains. It's just unnecessary to keep you like this." the Outcast unlocked the door and entered. He undid the chains that bound the young viking. "I greatly appreciate this." Dagur said, sincerely.

Alvin went to look at the prisoners and stopped at Dagur's cell. "What are his chains doing unattached?" he asked. "He doesn't seem like much of a threat." Kirz stated. "Exactly what I thought before he betrayed me! He's a tricky one." Alvin grabbed some chained and entered Dagur's cell, attaching them to a wall.

Alvin reached for Dagur, who tried to move, but was unable to quickly enough-due to a lack of calories. "You've hoodwinked Kirz, but I'll get that sneakiness out of you." the viking said, "Consider this the special treatment." He grabbed Dagur's wrists and attached them to the chains, chaining him to the wall.

Alvin brought out a whip and snapped it down Dagur's back. The crack rang in the young viking's ears. He, mentally, swore as it was brought down on him and panted in between lashes. The only other thing that Dagur could do, was laugh. He cackled at the crackling and Alvin gave him a disturbed look. "Have to maintain your deranged image?" the Outcast inquired. "Not everyone can give up on their monikers, Treachy."

Time passed and Kirz kept talking to Dagur. Feeling badly about his starvation, Kirz brought him some bread and water. "This isn't the normal prisoner bread either. That basket's got eels all through it." he made a disgusted face. The former chief laughed and, happily, accepted the food. Kirz sneaked him the bread and water, when Alvin was not present.

Dagur was getting more in shape as he stayed there. He would do pull ups with the chains, gaining strength, balance, and muscle control. He was naturally lean and was gaining muscle definition, quickly. He practiced speed and agility-whenever Alvin would be off the island and Kirz unchained him-so that he could maneuver around attacks. Alvin was taking notice, "Guards! Why's the prisoner not knocking on Hela's door?" he thundered. The Outcast guards trembled, "We can't watch him every moment, Sir. We have to make sure the other prisoners aren't up to anything." "Aren't up to anything." he mocked.

Alvin barged into the cell and pulled out his sword. "What're you up to, Dagur?" The Berserker gave him a crazy grin, evoking a growl out of the Outcast. "I'll gut you." He put his weapon at Dagur's stomach, "No need for that, Alvy. I can't go anywhere. I'm locked in, remember?" Dagur asked. Alvin snarled, "I might trust you more had you not been proven a good liar." He went to slash his abdomen and Dagur grunted.

"Bring me those whips! Someone needs another flogging." Alvin ordered. "Haven't done anything, Al." Dagur defended, "Why are you mad? I just stay in this cell and do a few, mental, exercises. Don't want to let my mind fry in here." The Outcast calmed a bit, "I don't like my prisoners in shape, Dagur. If I catch you training, you'll have the 'special treatment' for the rest of your miserable life." "Fair enough." Dagur stated, calmly, trying not to smile like a madman and thought, "As if you'd ever catch me. Oh, Al, I'll be gone before you know it."

Kirz marched up and down the cell rows, yelling at any inmate that was doing something wrong. It was a week that Alvin was gone and Dagur was loving every second. Kirz came over with some fresh bread and water.

"Kirz, you've been a great friend." Dagur leaned in to whisper, "You can do a whole lot more and with a lot more respect, if you let me out of here." he promised. Kirz smiled, "What position would I have?" "Any that you want! Captain, General, heck you could be a cook on Berserker Island if you wanted." Dagur laughed. He stopped, abruptly, seeing how it made Kirz uncomfortable.

The guard paused, "All right. How do we do this?" Dagur grinned, "Tomorrow night, Johann's coming right?" Kirz nodded, "We can take his boat. If you put the key in a box, that'll fit in the bread basket. Toss that in here and I'll take care of the rest." It was settled and Dagur sat on the ground, excitedly, awaiting the next night's events.