Franticly Dagur swam towards the surface with a limp Iris in his grasp. She had smiled at him, one of her small soft smiles that were reserved just for him, before she stopped looking at him. He knew she was drowning and he needed to get her to the surface. He needed to get her air.
He burst through the surface, coughing as he dragged Iris up. Someone shouted and hands grabbed at him and Iris. They pulled him up into a ship.
"Iris!"
"Chief stay back," one sailor ordered as two other sailors laid her on her back. Another began pushing on her chest. "We have to get the water out of her lungs."
"I've never seen this before," Hiccup said in surprise. "What are they doing?"
"Chieftess called it CPR," another sailor answered. "Chief! We need you to breath for her!"
Dagur dropped onto his knees next to her. Thank the gods she made his crew learn how to do this. She said it was how she saved him when he first crash landed in her world. Tilting her chin back and pinching her nose, he forced air into her lungs. One sailor was holding her wrist. They had cut the ropes binding her arms behind her back.
"I can barely feel her pulse," the sailor said anxiously.
The other sailor did chest compressions again, counting under his breath. At his nod Dagur would force more air into her lungs. She needed to breath, needed to get the water out of her lungs.
Suddenly her body spasmed. The first sailor shoved Dagur back as he and the other rolled Iris onto her side. She coughed, her body shaking as she puked and coughed the water up that had been in her lungs. It wasn't until Iris took a breath that Dagur realized he had been holding his own breath.
"You're safe chieftess," the second sailor said. "Chief Dagur is here. He saved you. You're safe."
"Dagur," Iris gasped. Her body trembled. "He made me drink something. I don't know what."
"He did what?" he asked furiously. He grabbed her from the sailors and pulled her into his arms. "Shit! We'll fix this Iris. We'll fix this."
"Do it quick," she mumbled. He could hear fear in her voice. "Find a healer quickly. I need one, we need one. Now."
"I'll find one," he said gently. "We'll get you fixed up and whatever you drank out of your system. You'll be safe."
"They won't."
"Who?" Iris didn't respond. "Iris? Iris!" She was unconscious again. "What was she talking about? Who's they?"
"Dagur," Astrid said anxiously. "I shouldn't tell you but you need to know. Iris, she's, well."
"What?"
"She's pregnant!"
What? Dagur stared at the anxious blonde. Iris was what? He stared down at his unconscious wife. Was it true? Why hadn't she told him?
"The Defenders of the Wing are nearby," Hiccup said. "They can help us. Come on."
Wordlessly Dagur scooped Iris up in his arms and mounted Jager. The purple dragon snarled as he leaped into the air. He barely remembered any of the flight. All he could think of what was Astrid told him. Iris was pregnant, with his child.
He was going to kill Krogan, Viggo, and all their lackeys. He was going to especially take his time with Krogan. Slow and painful.
