"I followed your instructions to the T, can't you let me go now?" Steven pleaded. Ruff uncrossed her long legs and laughed. "What if I told you we were never planning to let you go?"

"But I did as you said!" Steven argued. "I delivered the briefcase and drove straight back here."

"You took too long," Ruff said nonchalantly. "Ryker is all butchered up now. Deader than dead. At least I hope he is, for his sake."

Steven frowned. "What? How? I just talked to him last night!"

Ruffnut shushed him with her finger and then smirked, stroking the nape of his neck. "You will find out yourself soon enough."

Savage stepped inside an elevator, waiting patiently to reach his floor when everything suddenly stopped up and the lights shut off. Savage cursed under his breath, reaching for his phone to call for security when someone tackled him from behind, putting a sack over his head and holding a gun to his back.

The elevator restarted and he was led out to the hallway and then inside a room.

"Lock the door, Fish," a steely voice ordered.

"Of course, Mr. Fury."

The bag was removed from Savage's head and he blinked in confusion at the man seated by the table in front of him. "Who are you?"

Hiccup sipped from his wine glass. "You don't remember? Figures."

Savage frowned. "Should I remember?"

Hiccup snorted. "Let me refresh your memory, Savage." He snapped his fingers and someone in a Guy Fawkes mask stepped into the room with a large bowl of water, placing it in front of the hideous man. For a split second, Savage looked confused before his face was suddenly forcefully dipped into the bowl. Multiple times.

Savage gasped for air when he was finally let up, coughing out water.

"Remember what you said to me while I was locked up? That's just the appetizer, the main course still awaits and there will be no time for dessert."

Savage's eyes widened in realization. "Aye.. I remember now. It was back when I used to work for Dagur."

Hiccup traced his wine glass. "I thought you might," he said in nonchalant tone.

"I thought you were supposed to be dead. How is it that your are still alive?"

Hiccup simply snapped his fingers again in response and a trolley filled with food was brought in. The masked waiters set a plate, utensils and a glass filled with red wine in front of Savage on the table. Before Savage could question what was happening, they placed a large piece of grilled meat on his plate.

"Well Savage, looks like your main course awaits," Hiccup commented. "Bon appétit."

Savage looked from the steak and back at the scarred man funnily. "You think I'm stupid? This is probably poisoned!"

Hiccup snorted. "If my intentions were simply to kill you Savage, you think I would be going through all these theatrics? I would have skipped straight to the dessert. Look at this as a truce of sorts. I'll leave you be but only if you share this meal with me."

Savage still eyed the younger man with skepticism but nevertheless picked up his fork and knife, starting to cut into the meat.

"How is it?"

"A bit chewier than I'm used to," Savage replied. "But I ain't complaining."

Hiccup smiled to himself. "Nothing life-threatening then."

Savage chuckled. "It's good. Better than what you get at those expensive restaurants."

There was a quiet moment where Hiccup waited for Savage to finish up his first portion.

A soon as Savage was done, Hiccup leaned forward to rest his chin in his hands. "Almost a month back, by mere accident, I came across a documentary while flicking through the channels. It happened to be about a group of men that had survived a plane crash," he mused.

Savage glanced up in acknowledgement but didn't say anything.

"What really touched me about this short film was how far man is willing to go to survive, to stay alive." Hiccup sipped on his wine again and then looked Savage straight in the eye. "How underneath this facade we are all just a bunch of savages willing to devourer each other if we must.. just to survive."

Savage set his fork down and quirked an eyebrow. "I'm afraid I know nothing of this documentary you are speaking of."

Hiccup grinned wickedly. "How was your steak?"

"I told you it was good," he said with a frown, pushing the plate away. "You did something to it, didn't you?"

Hiccup shook his head. "Other than seasoning it to appease your tastebuds, I'm afraid not." He leaned back into his chair again. "Like I was saying, watching those men try to survive off their dead friends was actually quite fascinating except.."

"Except what?"

"None of them described the flesh as good," he chuckled. "I guess only a real savage would do that."

Savage began choking immediately.

Hiccup smiled to himself. "I take it that you don't want to stay for dessert?"

Savage's face had now turned all red, almost as if he was suffocating while trying desperately to free himself.

Hiccup stood up from his chair and folded his napkin, placing it back on the table. He turned to regard Savage one last time. "The meat wasn't poisoned but I'm not so sure about the wine."