Time to introduce Dagur! Yes! Love this character!

Now a little heads up, I'm not smart when it comes to science or anything drug related so everything mentioned is BS. So trigger warning for anyone who needs it, there is mention of drugs in this chapter. There is also some sexual mentioning as well. I will always put warnings at the beginning of chapters that I feel might be triggers. Don't want to cause any harm to anyone.

So without further a due, here's the next chapter.

ENJOY! XD


Dagur leaned against the wall near the locker room waiting for Bobby to come out so that they could proceed with their day of pain. Well, more like his day but Bobby was his legacy and he needed someone to follow in his footsteps when he moved elsewhere. Don't want Berk to get soft with me gone at college. He smiled wickedly thinking about the torment he could achieve in a place where there were people his age.

The door swung open and Bobby, a dark haired, slightly large boy fumbled out of the door, still trying to get dressed. "Sorry Dagur. Coach Vorg wanted to talk to me."

"About what?" Dagur cocked a menacing eyebrow. "School hasn't been in for more than a week and you're already failing aren't you?"

"No-no. It was no-nothing too important," Bobby stammered. "He just wanted to know how I was getting better in my tackling skills. Says that it'll come in handy against the Dragons."

Dagur smiled and chuckled in a bored fashion. "Didn't I tell you if you stayed with me you'd go places?"

"Yes," Bobby nodded. "So what do you have in mind? Are we going to track down Fishface?"

"Naw!" Dagur shook his head. He didn't like how Fishlegs had decked him in front of everyone. In truth, Fishlegs had gotten much bigger than him but he still saw him as a guppy. He didn't expect him to defend himself. "I was thinking of someone different."

"Like who? Snotlout?"

"Naw. He's too lame."

"But he idolizes you in a way."

"He would fight back. He's too much of a beef," Dagur sighed. He thought of maybe the twin Tuffnut but he was too stupid to realize what was happening. In fact, he was more afraid of his sister, Ruffnut, to do something to him.

"I know you've been wanting to get your hands on Astrid," Bobby smirked. "You've kind of had a thing for her lately."

"The girl! Hoo-hoo," Dagur smiled in lust as he thought about the blonde. He also remembered that she was dating Snotlout and that he would probably defend her. Dagur thought for a second and then shrugged. "Let's go and see if she's away from Snotlout enough to do anything."

The two walked from the edge of town, where their high school was located and headed to the center of town. They rolled down the streets on their skateboards. They weaved in and out of people, not caring about their loud remarks as they whizzed past in great speed. They almost hit several elderly people but didn't care.

"What where you're going you old fogies!" Dagur spat at them as they rolled away.

They made it to the Sports Academy and kicked their boards up into their arms as they walked into the arena. They walked around until they reached the swimming pool and watched the many swimmers.

"What are we doing at the pool?" Bobby asked. "I thought Astrid was a cheerleader."

"She is you idiot," Dagur barked. "But I heard from some really good sources that she comes here some afternoons to swim and –" Dagur stopped talking as a girl in a red one piece exited the pool and pulled the white cap off of her head, releasing a long mass of wet, blonde hair. "There she is."

Bobby looked and saw what Dagur saw. He understood why Dagur wanted to get his hands on her body. She was slim but muscular and her curves were all in the right places. "She is really good looking in bare minimum."

"Damn right and I will get her," Dagur smiled as he entered the pool area and walked toward her.

She was bending over her swim bag grabbing a towel and patting her hair dry. He looked at her rear and liked how toned it was. He licked his lips as he got closer.

"Well, well, well Astrid," he said in fake surprise. She turned around and her hair flipped around, getting him wet in the process. She looked at him in disgust. "What a wonderful coincidence."

"Coincidence my ass," Astrid snorted. "What are you doing here?"

"We were just passing by and saw you were here," Dagur sauntered forward a bit.

"Yeah. And the sky is yellow," Astrid rolled her eyes and turned from the two of them to get her things together.

"The sky is actually yellow?" Bobby asked in fear. "Have I been told the wrong thing for years?"

Astrid rolled her eyes in annoyance as she grinned. Dagur on the other hand, seethed and smacked his partner, sending him flying into the pool. He then looked around closely to see that no one was looking and pounced on Astrid, pinning her to the wall.

Astrid was taken by surprise and Dagur saw this along with…was this fear? He smiled wickedly at her reaction. "You hung out with Hiccup for too long all those years ago. He's rubbed off on you in a bad way but I can fix that."

"Oh?" Astrid asked, her fear no longer present and now replaced by anger. "How?"

"Well, you dump that stupid Snotface and you date me," Dagur got really close to her face and sniffed her. "You smell amazing even through chlorine." He then pressed his entire body against her, continuing to pin her against the wall and moved his hand down her curves and landed on her bottom. "I'll give you a better experience than that beef."

Astrid furled her eyes and pushed him suddenly with great force and in a matter of seconds had him on his back with her knee on his throat and her other knee in the tender part of his stomach.

"You touch me like that again, I will break something. I've done it before remember?" Dagur nodded remembering how he had to wear a cast on his right arm for six weeks. "And his name is Snotlout not Snotface. He's a great friend and if you insult him again, you will end up on your back again in greater pain than you are in right now. Got it?" Dagur nodded in defiance but it got her up off of him. She smiled in a sweetly fake way and said, "Have a nice day."

Dagur watched as she grabbed her swim bag and went to the locker room to change. Behind him, Bobby finally was able to get out of the pool and walked up next to Dagur who had just gotten up.

"So how did it go?" Bobby asked.

Dagur growled in anger and pushed him back into the pool. "I will get you Astrid. You will be mine."


It was nearing eight in the evening and Stoick was getting impatient. He was beginning to doubt if he should ask Hiccup for advice. He knew what it was like being seventeen. Hormones racing, high school feeling like it was the most important thing in the world, not to mention Hiccup helping Gobber out at every single one of his businesses.

A well rounded knowledge of things is good though. It will help him later in life. Who knows, maybe it'll come in handy someday.

He was proud of all that Hiccup had accomplished; had overcome by this point in his life. He was proud of how strong, brave, and smart he was about everything. If only you could see how he turned out Val. Always helping others, just like you.

Stoick's forlorn thoughts were interrupted when he heard the door open and close gently. He got up and rushed out of the living room and into the hallway. "Hiccup!"

"Dad!" Hiccup jumped. "I uh-didn't know you were um-going to be home this early. What's up?"

Stoick cocked a curious eyebrow as he looked his son up and down. He could see Hiccup was definitely taken off guard but he didn't believe it was because he was home earlier than usual. "Are you hiding something from me?"

"Me? Ha-ha-aha," Hiccup laughed nervously. "No. No. Just not used to being greeted by you when I get home."

Stoick's face fell slightly. He knew he had been away at work a lot for the past couple of years. If it weren't for Gobber, Stoick would have missed out on Hiccup growing up; missed out on his greatest achievements. He sighed and walked across the hall into the kitchen. "Come with me."

Hiccup's eyes dilated slightly at the strange command but he followed him anyways. He slowly sat down at the kitchen bar and fiddled with his hands. "What did I do now?" he asked uncertainly.

"Huhm?" Stoick mumbled as he filled a kettle with water and put it on the stove. "Oh. Nothing." He then turned slightly and eyed Hiccup with his peripheral vision. "Unless there's something I need to know."

"Ah no. Not that I know of," Hiccup shrugged. "Then what's with the boiling kettle and the mysterious atmosphere?"

Stoick looked at his son straight on. He watched his son's face twitch at the direct observation and how his eyes darted nervously before he lowered his head entirely to escape the scrutinizing stare. He sighed and gave in. Stoick walked over to his satchel and grabbed several files and slid them across the bar, having them stop right under Hiccup's line of sight.

Hiccup jumped slightly at the sudden appearance of the manila folders. It took him a second to register where they were from before snapping his head to look at his father in confusion. "These are from the office."

"Very good," Stoick nodded. "I want you to look at them."

Hiccup's mouth fell slightly. "It's government business. Couldn't I get into trouble for reading these?"

"You're not anyone Hiccup. You're my son. You're not breaking in or reading files without permission. I'm giving you that permission. Now open them."

Hiccup looked down at the folders and opened them slowly. In no time, he had become completely captivated by their contents. Stoick watched his son's eyes dart quickly as he read field reports, statements, medical reports, and saw pictures. He was impressed by how quickly he was able to get through everything.

"This is some deep stuff," Hiccup murmured. "Why are you letting me read this?"

"I need fresh eyes on it. I need an outside opinion," Stoick explained. The kettle then began to whistle and he turned to remove it from its hot coils. He could feel Hiccup's eyes on him and he didn't even need to turn around to see the dumbfounded expression on his face. "Yes," Stoick nodded as he retrieved two mugs from the cabinet. "I'm asking you for your help. I'm not incapable of it."

"I uh- didn't say you were. It's just that you rarely ask for help, let alone mine," Hiccup smiled.

"Yes, well…" Stoick agreed uncomfortably. Had I never really asked him before? God! I'm a horrible parent. "Black?"

"What?"

"You like black tea right?" Stoick asked again. "British Blend?"

"Um..yeah," Hiccup nodded. "Didn't think you remembered."

"I have an excellent memory."

"Uh huh," Hiccup nodded, lowering his head back to the files to try and cover up his grinning face.

"Don't you sass me," Stoick cracked a grin. "I can see you smiling under that wall of bangs."

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

Stoick chuckled slightly as he placed a tea bag into each of the cups; placing one in front of Hiccup as it stewed. "So. Do you have any ideas?" Stoick gestured to the files.

"I'm not sure," Hiccup scrunched his nose in thought. "There's no pattern in the victims. They're everywhere. Not grouped by gender, race, age, hair color, eye color, body type, by anything. It's as if whoever has been attacking these people have been doing it by random."

"Guess that can rule out serial killer."

"Guess so," Hiccup mumbled. "I'd also say rule out rapists and muggers but there's not enough information yet to rule them out. Who knows how many others there are."

"So what can you tell me?" Stoick asked as he grabbed the container of milk out of the fridge and a sugar bowl from another cabinet.

"Most likely muggers," Hiccup said confidently. His confidence then faded as he shook his head. "No it can't be. It doesn't add up."

"What do you mean?" Stoick poured milk into his cup and spooned some sugar into it and began to stir it together.

Hiccup put the file down and sighed. He grabbed the milk and sugar and proceeded to fix his cup of tea. "None of the victims lost any of their possessions. All had their wallets, cards, IDs, money, and anything else of value still on them. If it were muggers, they would have taken them. Grr. I see why you needed fresh eyes."

Stoick chuckled. "Well you have helped me out a bit."

"But those markings look like bruises," Hiccup continued in thought. He was so caught up in thought that his stirring became muscle memory and the clanking of the spoon on the side of the cup echoed through the kitchen.

Stoick grabbed his hand to stop the noise, startling Hiccup out of his thoughts. "What marking?"

"These ones," Hiccup slide the files for his father to see. "Now these bruises are the only thing at least three of the victims have in common. We can see them here because they're wearing short sleeves or a tank top."

"I've never noticed them before," Stoick stared intently at the photos. "I'm going to have the police question them all about an unknown bruise tomorrow."

"They didn't question them before?" Hiccup inquired. "Seems as if they're slacking a bit."

"Does seem quite odd," Stoick agreed. He them smiled and slapped Hiccup in the arm. "Good work son! This could be a clue."

Hiccup grabbed the edge of the bar to stop himself from falling. He righted himself and smiled brightly. He was glad he was able to help his father but something began to bug him. "Yeah but I don't think that bruise is the right word now that I think about it."

"What do you mean?"

Hiccup grabbed the photos again and stared at them intently. "They're too perfectly round. They have the same coloring and texture as a bruise but it's too round. It's like a black and blue target, not a random breaking of blood vessels." He looked closer and looked back at the medical reports. His eyes then went wide. He whipped out his phone and began to type.

"What are you doing?" Stoick asked quizzically.

"Looking up marijuana," Hiccup responded nonchalantly.

Stoick's eyes went wide and his eyebrows furrowed. "What!?" he exclaimed.

Hiccup jumped at his father's angered voice and looked up to see and equally angered face. "I'm looking up the chemical composition of it."

Stoick softened a bit. "Why?"

"Damn!" Hiccup muttered. "Maybe cocaine?"

Stoick was once again livid. He was about to question when Hiccup exclaimed again.

"Seriously?! Come one it has to be one of these," Hiccup mumbled as he continued to type and exclaiming every time he didn't get what he wanted.

Stoick watched as Hiccup's face light up with an idea and then get up to grab a pencil. He glanced back from his phone to the files as he began to scribble a bunch of letters and numbers. Hiccup's face fell as he looked between the stuff he wrote and the medical reports. "They don't match." He put the pencil down and rested his head in his hands in defeat for a second before his eyes went wide once again.

"Son, you're getting me sick with how fast your face is changing," Stoick grumbled, still upset that Hiccup was looking up drugs and refused to answer his question. He watched as Hiccup change some things around and nodded in excitement.

"Dad I was right, I think. You might want doctors to double check but…" Hiccup nodded as the rest of the sentence died in the air.

"Right about what?" Stoick asked.

"Those aren't bruises. Those are needle puncture wounds. Those people were attacked and injected with something. It has the basic chemical compound of almost every other drug out there. It didn't really come up in the medical reports because it's not a common substance doctors can easily identify."

"What?" Stoick grabbed the files and looked back and forth between Hiccup's scribbles and the medical reports trying to wrap his brain around it.

"In fact, this kind of reminds me of the drug crisis a couple of years ago that quickly disappeared," Hiccup thought out loud. "Do you think that there's any connection?"

"I don't know but I intend to find out."


Once again, I know nothing about drugs so everything is BS. I hoped you enjoyed it anyway and is very intrigued. :D