This is a very old story I made as a sequel to "Dagur and Hiccup" it actually wasn't made that long afterwards I just kind of forgot about it with all the events happening in the world

"So… Hiccup, did you ever visit Berserker Island before?" asked Heather curiously after I got my face chewed off.

"As a matter of fact I did," I answered while she was sharpening her axe.

"Ooooh can I tell? Please! Please Please!" begged Dagur, bumping into our conversation, his enthusiasm was never ending…

"You already told the last story," I started turning my head towards him.

"Fine…"

"I had been taken to Berserker Island because apparently nobody wanted to look after me (Gobber was away), but I didn't know that at the time, so I was forced to go play with the lunatic kids," started Hiccup, viking chief's kids usually weren't allowed to go across the seas until they were 7 years old, just in case. Though normally that unspoken rule was ignored, afterall Dagur's first meeting had happened when he was 6 and he had gone to a different one before that.

"We were not lunatics…" stated Dagur after a moment, "We were just very… uhh reckless?"

"Was I there?" asked Heather.

"No Lunatics works better," laughed Hiccup, "And I think you were mentioned…"

"Pleased to see you again Oswald," greeted Stoick the Vast shaking hands with Oswald as he welcomed them onto Berserker Island smiling.

"The Toothpick is back," sneered Dagur as he saw me get off the boat, I rolled my eyes at him trying out the new thing I learned.

"It's amazing to see you too, Dagur, definitely was missing being beat up by yet Another person," I said sarcastically though Dagur didn't catch the double meaning in my words.

"Well it's not good to see you," huffed Dagur, obviously not knowing what sarcasm was and walking away before his father pulled him back.

"Hiccup, I have an important job for you, Oswald wanted you to make sure Dagur didn't break the whole island while he was off doing important council business, can you do that for me?" whispered Stoick kneeling down beside his son, like Hiccup wasn't already babysitting him whenever he went to Berk.

( "Wait a second… weren't you famous for destroying everything at Berk at the time?" asked Heather.

"Guess Dagur was worse,")

"Wait… weren't you just giving me the talk about not destr- I mean, Yes Sir!" squeaked Hiccup in delight of being put in charge of something, which he would soon regret.

"So Dagur, um what do you do on Berserker Island?" asked Hiccup following Dagur around much to his annoyance, currently he was scheming how to get rid of the tiny brat, and make it seem like an accident without making his father even More displeased in him.

"I light stuff on fire," he growled back taking out a small object with a brown rim with strange markings and a clear center, "Like this-"

Hiccup quickly grabbed his arm trying to get the object from him, he had enough of having villages burning down, "Why would you Want to burn down your village?"

"Because it's fun!" said Dagur with a laugh, easily tossing Hiccup off and sending him hurling into a stack of hay.

("And there is his laugh," said Heather dramatically, causing a chuckle from Hiccup and a raised eyebrow from Dagur.

"Stop its not make fun of Dagur week," whined Dagur causing even more laughter. )

"What about if we do something else?" asked Hiccup as he ran back to where Dagur stood burning a nearby colony of ants burning them to a crisp with the strange contraption fishing out another one of them from inside his belt.

"How many of those things do you even have?" questioned Hiccup, staring at him.

"Only two, but it's not like they are the Only things made out of glass," responded Dagur, barely paying attention to the younger boy.

"Means that you stole mine! Give it back!," frowned a small kid about 3 years younger than Hiccup with short raven hair and an almost pudgy face so similar and so different than the Heather, Hiccup would get to know.

"Hiccup this is Heather, nobody cares about her though," said Dagur dismissively ignoring her before dragging Hiccup away leaving a very frustrated 4 year old staring after them with crossed arms before skipping away deciding she could just tell her Daddy later anyways.

( "Feeling the love, brother," said Heather sarcastically to which Dagur looked guilty down. )

"What about you give me the grand tour of Berserker Island," suggested Hiccup trying to find a way to avoid Dagur doing something crazy.

"Ugh fine," he said leading Hiccup to his second favorite spot in Berserker Island, "Welcome to the dragon killing arena!"

"Woah!" said Hiccup actually excited about something on Berserker Island his father had never let him fight dragons, then again he was only 7.

"I've killed 13 dragons already all by myself!" boasted Dagur to the younger boy who had already stopped listening looking at the training going down below.

"More like 1 with some help, Dagur the Dainty," scoffed an older teen approaching to which Dagur growled at.

"If you have something to say Ansson just say it!" scowled Dagur at the other redheaded boy approaching, balling his hands into fists taking an almost defensive position.

"Who's he?" Ansson questioned pointing towards Hiccup as he watched the older kids beat a Deadly Nadder, before taking out his sketchbook and his charcoal pencil, he normally didn't take it out around Dagur after the last disaster they had, but he seemed distracted, besides the only other times he saw Nadders they were trying to kill them, still the Nadder had a strange sort of intelligence in its eyes much different from the narrow slits of raiding dragons I wondered why.

"Stoick the Vast's son," responded Dagur icily deciding whether or not to fight Ansson again after his last humiliating beatdown a few weeks ago.

Ansson obviously thought he was joking because he started laughing as loud as a Monstrous Nightmare clutching his stomach.

"It's true," said Hiccup flatly but still giving him hardly any mind, almost as if he was used to this behavior, not surprising, the kid was a stick at best.

"You mean this wimp is Stoick the Vast's son?!" he said tearing up a little while still laughing, "That's almost as bad as you being the son of Oswald, Dainty,"

( "Wait Ansson?" asked a voice breaking into the story after crashing into the place where we were chilling.

"Snotlout!? What are you doing here?!" asked Hiccup, turning his head towards him as he sat down.

"What? I like stories!" he said, urging me to continue.)

With a roar Daggur lunged at the taller boy tackling him, despite already knowing who was going to win, and it wasn't going to be him, Hiccup was glad for the distraction, if he hadn't already been tasked with watching over Dagur than he would have ran right there and then,

The battle was won within minutes, Ansson came out on top, though Hiccup had stopped paying attention a while ago, it was often said he had the attention span of a sparrow anyways. If he had been paying attention he would have been shocked Dagur had been actually beaten, so far he was working on getting the tails on the Deadly Nadder just right they had so many small spikes.

"Come on Hiccup," said Dagur grabbing him away causing his charcoal to create a long jagged line across the Nadder much to his disappointment with Ansson chasing after them,

( "I still have the drawing," said Hiccup, fumbling through his things, grabbing one of his many notebooks where there was a half completed Nadder with a jagged line going from the tail to the head.

"Draw me!" said Snotlout eagerly before giving Hiccup a list of demands, "I want to be 6, no 7 feet tall, 10 times bigger than Stoick the Vast, with all the girls beside me while I carry the biggest and shiniest axe ever!"

Hiccup was just about to respond when Astrid, who had been looking for Hiccup, heard Snotlout's voice and decided to give him her two cents.

"The day that happens is when I become the Queen of England," she snorted to which he pouted.

"Shut up, Astrid," )

"Come on Hiccup!" he yelled, still dragging him as the shorter viking struggled to keep up.

Hiccup dodged to the side when Ansson was about to overcome them and beelined over to his Dad while Ansson was still chasing after Dagur out of his view.

"U-um Dad?" he asked hesitantly trying to break up the older vikings talking about the good old days.

"Yes Hiccup?" asked Stoick, slightly annoyed.

"Well Dagur-"

"Oh gods did he destroy someone else's house again?" said Oswald already expecting his maniac kid to have done something horrible, like burn some kids limbs off, though he wasn't going to tell Hiccup that.

"Brother also tooks the gift you gave us," whined Heather approaching them since they were off their boring conversation she had been listening to for a while.

"Your Dagur's brother?" exclaimed Hiccup in surprise staring at her, they certainly didn't look alike before getting back on topic, "And no sir, he is in a fight with another-"

"It's fine then," said the Berserker Chief dismissively, already knowing that Dagur constantly fought with everyone… including him, he had been trying to convince Dagur to stop his rude behavior, to no avail, he figured it was just a phase and it would wear out, afterall what viking kid didn't wanna practice their fighting skills? Though deep down he knew something was wrong with that child.

"But he was really big-" said Hiccup getting cut off again much to his annoyance though it wasn't a surprise, he was ignored all the time at Berk, why would Berserker Island be any different?

"Dagur steps on everyones toes, I'm sure he is fine," said Oswald, seeming to not care that much so Hiccup just gave up and walked away while Oswald was promising to get the strange object back from Dagur to Heather.