Okay, Dagur needed to think. Fishlegs should have been able to get far enough from the island by now. Gronkles weren't fast but they can move when needed. The question was how to deal with the Grimborn Brothers. He already knew couldn't hold his own against Ryker. They had spared many times and Ryker always found a way to pin…not that he minded too much when Ryker pinned him it just wasn't the time right now. And Dagur had no clue what type of fighter Viggo was. Not as good as Ryker but better than any other Hunter, or so he was told. Dagur could handle the Hunters but the Grimborns…no that was a question he was about to have answered.

Ryker gave him a little shove into Viggo's tent. "Enjoy," the Hunter growled. "You had this coming a long time."

An angry retort was on Dagur's tongue but when he turned to confront the other man Ryker was already walking away. Dagur's brows bunched in confusion. Why would Ryker leave him alone with Viggo? He turned back toward the inside of the tent. And just where was Viggo?

"Ah…hello?" he called, stepping further in the room. He looked around. He hadn't changed much since the last time he visited with the exception of the table being a little messy, as if someone had been in a rush but didn't bother cleaning up. Very unlike Viggo. But he didn't have time to nose around. He had to find Hiccup and get him out of there before anything bad happened. His mind was already racing with what he thought might be happening.

Sword drawn, he inched further into the tent, his eyes watching every shadow in case Viggo came creeping out of one. He made it to the back of the tent where Viggo's sleeping chamber lay. It too was empty except for the large bed. There one lone figure lay seemingly sound asleep with only one lone fur covering his lithe form.

"Hiccup," he breathed in relief, never so happy to see his brother. He leaned the sword against the side of the bed and knelt on the edge. "Hiccup, Hiccup wake up. Come on, time for all little dragon riders to get out of bed. Hey, up and at them."

The younger man gave a soft moans before bright emerald eyes gazed up at Dagur. "Dagur?" he asked, his voice slightly slurred. He blinked owlishly at the Berserker before smiling softly, an odd look in his eyes, one that was not seen between the two rivals.

Dagur was taken back for a moment then shook his head. He was seeing things. Hiccup hated him and after all this was over would probably go back to hating him. He did his best to ignore Hiccup's nudity and looked around for his clothing. "Okay, time to get you dressed and out of here. Do you have any clue where Viggo put your clothes?"

Hiccup shook his head, his gaze never leaving Dagur.

"How about Toothless? Where's Toothless?"

This time there was a shrug of slim shoulders. Dagur sighed. Why was it when HE wanted Hiccup to forget about Toothless the boy was obsessed with the dragon but along comes Viggo and Hiccup becomes clueless. Dagur raked his mind trying to figure out what to do next. No clothes, no dragon, a good bazillion guards probably watching the tent. What exactly was he supposed to do now?

The answer was unexpected to say the least. One slim delicate hand suddenly snaked around his neck and tangled in his hair and with surprising strength Hiccup pulled the Berserker down to him. Dagur only had a moment to wonder what just happened when a moist pair of warm lips met his. Dagur had spent much of his grownup life wondering what it would be like to kiss Hiccup but never had he imagined this. It was slow, warm and needy. Long fingers caressed his neck before moving down the work the latches of his armor. It would have felt so good if the setting wasn't so wrong.

Dagur caught Hiccup's hands and pulled them away. He stared into those emerald pools and knew this wasn't his Hiccup. There something wrong. His eyes were glassy as if he had been drinking or maybe drugged. "No," he said firmly to the rider. "This isn't you."

The boy stared at him for a moment as if not comprehending and then, taking Dagur off guard again, he managed to flip the Berserker onto the bed so that he now straddled Dagur's hips. "What if I want it to be me?" he asked in a soft purr that did not even sound like Hiccup. He grind his hips against Dagur's and moaned softly as armor bit into his skin.

"Hiccup, stop. This isn't you. You don't want this," Dagur tried even as his own arousal began to surface.

Hiccup frowned at him. "I'm tired of people telling me what I want and don't want. I'm tired of everyone trying to control me," he growled, dipping down to nip at Dagur's lips. "It's time I took what I want for myself."

Dagur wasn't quite sure how Hiccup managed to get most of his armor off or how it happened so quickly but before he knew it Hiccup's head was between his legs and Dagur lost complete control of the situation. Hiccup knew what he was doing, that was for certain. Dagur me wed and cried out as his rival sucked at his cock, alternating between bobbing his head, licking and nipping at the sensitive flesh. He absently wondered how the Hooligan came about such knowledge and choice it best not to know. All he could do was lay back and endure what Hiccup was giving him, which was pretty his long time fantasy come to life. His fingers carded through auburn hair as Hiccup went as far as to suckle his balls, a wet slurping sound filling the room.

"Oh Gods, Hiccup…fuck…where did learn that? Shit…I'm going cum…" he groaned, feeling a tightening in his stomach. He wanted to cum on Hiccup's face. It had always been a dream to have his white seed spread across freckled skin. It took all his will power to not yank Hiccup away when he felt his orgasm near. He tried pulling away to expelled it on the floor but Hiccup suddenly clamped down on his cock and for one frightful moment Dagur thought Hiccup might bite off. Instead, the rider sucked harder until Dagur came in his mouth and continued sucking until the spent organ came back to life.

"Whoa…okay…okay…enough. Hiccup, that's enough. OW…shit! Hiccup!" Dagur called out. Okay, this wasn't funny anymore. Dagur was already getting hard again as Hiccup got a little too aggressive with his manhood. He tried shoving Hiccup off, even kicking him but it was no use. Hiccup knew exactly what he was doing. By the time he raised his head to look at Dagur, the Berserkers length was standing full and hard once more. Then Hiccup shuffled forward and kissed Dagur again, as if they were long lost lovers. It was surreal. One part of Dagur wanted what he knew was coming next while the more logical part said it was wrong and that if Hiccup was in the right mind set he wouldn't want it either. But any choice in the matter was taken from him when Hiccup suddenly sat back and in paled himself on Dagur's length.

Oh sweet Valhalla, it was everything Dagur ever wanted from Hiccup. The heat…the tightness… Dagur could die now and he would be happy. And when Hiccup began to rock Dagur thought he did die. Hiccup alternated between rocking and bouncing, each move precise and driving Dagur deep inside him. His long fingers moved under Dagur's tattered shirt, pushing it up to the Berserkers chin to reveal his tight abs and tone pecks and pebble hard nipples. Hiccup teasingly pulled at one nipples before dipping down to take its twin between his teeth and pulling, licking and biting. Dagur bucked underneath him. It was too much. He couldn't control himself anymore. He rimmed up into Hiccup's tightness, slamming his cock home and taking possession of the boy he had loved for so long. They rolled and bucked into each other, fighting for the other hand while driving each other closer and closer to orgasm.

When Dagur came he was nearly doubled over in pleasure, clinging to Hiccup as if he were a life line. He seed was like a never ending river, filling Hiccup to the brim until it was overflowing. Hiccup for his part looked content as he leaned over Dagur with a tiny amused smile.

"We need to get out of here," Dagur panted once he caught his breath. He was tired and legs wobbly. He was pretty sure there was no blood left in his head…maybe nothing left in his body. Nonetheless, they couldn't stay here. The Grimborns had done something to Hiccup to make him…to make him like this and while Dagur did enjoy himself he knew it wasn't right. He had to get Hiccup to Gobber. "Where's your clothes?"

"Why?" Hiccup asked innocently. He didn't look anything close to innocent.

"I just told you we're leaving." Dagur answered, slightly annoyed. Maybe he hit his head and thought he was now some sort of sex kitten.

"I'm staying."

Dagur ran a hand over his face. "Don't be an idiot. Find you prosthetic and clothes. We're leaving."

"I'm not going anywhere."

"Yes, you are…"

A larger hand fell on Dagur's shoulder and gave it a painful squeeze. "I think your brother is old enough to make his own decisions," Ryker said in a low and dangerous voice. "I suggest you take your armada and leave."

"We no longer require your services," Viggo added, strolling toward Hiccup. He stroked the youth's cheek before bending down and giving Hiccup a deep passionate kiss.

"Hiccup," Dagur objected, unable to believe what he was seeing.

"He's made his choice," Viggo explained as he straightened. "Are really willing to risk his life and yours by trying to take him?"

Dagur's shoulders tensed. It was all a trap just to let him see how far Hiccup had fallen. His lips became a thin line. He wouldn't fight. Not now. He had to think what was best for Hiccup. This may not be it but as far as he could tell Hiccup still had freedom to go wherever he wanted. He would have to notify Gobber what was truly going on and then figure a way to deal with it.