Advance warning for future chapters, nothing in this story should be held to reality standards. Seriously. Don't. It's a work of fiction. As in fantasy tale.

"This is the woman?" Krogan asked. "She doesn't look like much."

"It was her orders that caused an immediate reaction to our ships approaching," Viggo commented. "Anyone who can get Berserkers to react so quickly and orderly is something to be reckoned with."

Krogan sniffed before turning away from the jailed woman. Viggo stayed behind to watch her. This was the woman who managed to tame Dagur. The man was insane, Viggo knew that, but somehow everything the Berserkers did now was calculated and well planned. She had to be the reason.

"You are very lucky," Viggo said quietly as he stared at the unconscious woman. "That your dragon didn't get captured with you. She would have sold for a high price on the market. Dead or alive."

He was disgusting. Talking about Enigma that way. Iris wanted to sit up and curse him but stayed still. He and the other man thought she was still unconscious. If she was honest she wished she still was. Her head was killing her.

Soon she heard his footsteps leave and the door open and shut. Carefully she cracked open an eye, looking around the dim room. There was no one there. With a groan she sat up, grateful she wasn't tied up.

Her whole body hurt but her head was especially killing her. She reached up to touch where the Flyer had punched her, wincing at the light touch. Dried blood stuck to her fingertips and she could guess there was a lot more. For now she'd leave it alone. Not much she could do regardless.

No one else was locked up in the cells around here. That she was grateful for. It meant her people were safe, Enigma included. Her heart hurt at the memory of Enigma falling towards the ocean. Whatever had been on those arrows greatly affected the Fury Howler.

"Please be safe my friend," she whispered to herself.

Now to the current problem. Figuring out why these men captured her and were holding her. The most obvious reason was to be a hostage. They would use her to threaten Dagur into getting whatever they wanted to get their hands on. That didn't sit well with her.

However there was no way for her to escape. She checked everything from testing the door, tugging at the bars, even trying to squeeze between the bars. None worked. She had just started testing the top of the cell when the door opened.

"Awake finally," the first man sneered. He had been the one who claimed she didn't look like much. "You can't escape. This is a dragon proof cage. Not even a Night Fury could escape."

"Not that you'd know," she growled.

"You've still got spirit," he sneered. "That's good. You'll need it."

"What do you want?" she asked. "Obviously you are holding me hostage, a prisoner of war. What do you expect to get for me?"

"Obvious Dagur holds you in high regard," the man began to say.

"Not like I'm his wife or anything," she interrupted. The man glared at her.

"So you will be used to get him to take Hiccup's Dragon Lenses and hand them over for your safety."

"Which you will go back on your word. Probably try to kill me or keep me locked up. There's no way you'll give me up."

"Smart girl. I'm glad I don't need to struggle with you. Be a good bargaining chip and-"

"I expect the treatment required of a prisoner of war per the Geneva Convention." Both men stared blankly at her. "Really? Never heard of it? It is a common practice in my lands. I thought the people of the Archipelago would be up to date on such things."

"What, pray tell, does this convention entail," the other man asked. He was the one who said Enigma was lucky.

"I get treated with respect and dignity, fed three meals of at least bread and water, edible, given proper medical care, and protected from inhumane torture. You know, the basics."

"And what happens if a person fails to follow these standards?"

"You don't wanna know. Involved a lot of angry people, ropes, dragons pulling in opposite directions, real nasty." Of course these jack asses wouldn't be afraid of court, she thought to herself.

"Your people sound fascinating. Krogan, you heard the lady. What do you say?"

"Let her starve," Krogan sneered. "Who is going to do anything if I ignore these unreasonable demands? They won't stay a chance against me." He glared at her like she murdered his whole family. "Let's see that Berserker chief try to do something about it." Without another word he turned around and stormed out of the room.

"He's not happy your Riders took out so many of his Flyers," the other man snickered. "My name is Viggo. What may I have the honor of calling you?"

"Chieftess of Berserk," she said firmly.

"That's a mouthful. Surely you have-"

"I'm not going to give someone like you my name. It makes me feel ill just hearing you two say my husband's name."

"Of course," he smirked. "I can't promise your safety but you'll stay in one piece and alive. With your dignity intact I should add. We aren't total barbarians."

Iris just glared at him as she ignored the clammy chill that crept down her spine. She knew they'd do something to her. There was no way they'd let the chieftess of the tribe who fought back go away unscathed. However she hadn't thought about what he implied. That thought made her blood run cold.

"He's going to kill you all," she said quietly. "You know how he is. There is no way this insult will be left unpunished. You'll pay with your lives."

"With you in our grasp he won't," Viggo said calmly. "Dagur maybe many things but he isn't stupid. If he truly cares about you he won't do anything that will threaten your safety." The door open and two men stepped in. "Ah. They're here already."

Iris eyed the two men who grinned dangerously at her. They were unarmed but one carried a whip while the other carried some ropes. She didn't like the look they gave Viggo or the uncomfortable look that had been on his face for a split second.

"Don't worry," he said mockingly. "I'll stop them if they get too rough."

Shit.