Breaking Point 4

The crisp morning air was refreshing to Astrid as she and Stormfly flew over the Edge. Bit by bit the riders were waking and letting their dragons out of their pens for their morning fly before breakfast. Fishlegs waved to her as they flew low over his hut before shooting skyward with a whoop of glee. They zipped up through the clouds before Stormfly did a backflip and sailed back toward the island. Astrid threw out her arms, loving the wind slapping against her face but she knew she was stalling. It had been nearly a week since the incident with the Hunters and Heather went AWOL. Hiccup hadn't been the same since then. He had been guarded, moody, and often blaming himself for losing the Dragon's Eye and Heather fleeing rather than joining the riders. It was like having the old Hiccup back; the little teen who tried so hard to please everyone yet somehow always messed up then hid in the forge to escape ridicule from his peers. Of course now days were different and Hiccup's friends would stand by him no matter what and offer him help it was just that Hiccup often forgot that and reverted back to the young unsure Viking all over again and Astrid wasn't always sure how to handle that.

Worse, Hiccup was still mad at her. He may not say it but she knew it in the looks he gave; how weary he was when he reached out to touch her then pulled away with the saddest look in his bright green eyes. He was avoiding her and in turn avoiding their friends. Well it was time to remind Hiccup yet again that he wasn't alone and it wasn't just him and Toothless.

She didn't bother knocking on his door, not that she ever did. She left Stormfly to do her thing and strolled across the landing pad to the door and lifted it up, the rollers and gears helping drag it into the roof. Without so much as announcing her presence, she strolled across the living space to the ladder that led to the loft and Hiccup and Toothless's sleeping area. Usually Toothless would have greeted her by now but he was nowhere in sight, neither was Hiccup. His bed lay empty and didn't appear to have even been slept in…again.

Astrid sighed and went back downstairs. This was becoming a bad habit. Wherever Hiccup was this time he better be back by dinner or she was sending a bunch of Night Terrors after him and Toothless. If that didn't work she'd find him herself and drag him back if she had to. It was time to get over losing to the Hunters and work out their next move. They were no use to anyone if they couldn't work as a team, and their team couldn't function without Hiccup and Toothless.

. . .

The sound of chatter was the first thing Hiccup registered when he began coming to. At first the words made no sense so he didn't focus on them and for a while he let his mind wander, trapped somewhere between consciousness and a nightmare world he couldn't seem to escape. He gave a soft whimper and tried to get comfortable but that seemed impossible. At first he thought he was lying down but his legs felt odd, not in the right position and when he moved them they bumped against something hard. He mumbled his discomfort and shift and that was when he noticed his body was trembling uncontrollably.

"He's waking up," he heard a familiar voice announce with a malice cackle.

"Let him be," another, gentler voice advised. It should have brought comfort but Hiccup felt his body tense before the trembling got suddenly worse and he let out a gasp as if shocked once more. "Hush…relax, Hiccup," the voice soothed.

It was meant to calm Hiccup down, instead the boy's eyes suddenly opened. He gave a cry, his body stinging at the sudden movement as he shifted. He wasn't lying down. No, he was slouched in a rather large arm chair, nearly the size of his father's. His knees were nearly to his chest and leaning against the back of the chair. It wasn't exactly the most comfortable position but it was one he was used to falling asleep in when he was little.

"Don't move too quickly," the soft voice advised.

Hiccup blinked. His vision was blurry and he had to blink a lot in order to get enough moisture to his eyes to see properly. When he did he almost instantly regretted it. The first thing to meet his sight was Dagur grinning face. He groaned and leaned his head back against the chair. "Oh come on," he moaned, having hoped it was all some sort of nightmare.

"Ah…didn't get enough beauty sleep, brother?" Dagur taunted only to be reprimanded by Viggo about manners, making the Berserker give the Hunter an odd look, obviously not happy.

Words were exchanged between the three men at the table but to Hiccup it was all muffled as his mind tried to catch up with what was going on. He was sitting in a big chair in front of a large table that was loaded with food and drink, the smell filling his nose and awaking an hunger he didn't realise he had. He stared at the food for a long time, all familiar yet his mind drawing a blank as to what he was supposed to do with it, if he was even allowed to have some. Instead he wrapped his arms around his knees and leaned his head against the corner of the chair. Closing his eyes he tried to ignore what was going on around him and go back to sleep. This was some sort of nightmare. When he woke up again he'd be back at the Edge and waking up to Toothless's morning licks and urges to get up and go flying.

He was just nodding off when a big hand shook his shoulder roughly and a gruff voice told him to wake up. It took a little longer for his muffled mind to come back to reality but when it did it stayed this time. It was as if he was hit by block of stone and where before his vision was blurry and hearing muffled now everything was shockingly vivid. His lungs felt on fire, heart raced and everything that had happened suddenly came crashing back. He began to panic and if it weren't for the hand of his shoulder he may have tried bolting for the door. It took several deep breaths to calm down enough to not look like a frightened rabbit about to go to slaughter. Once he did he glanced up to see it was Ryker's huge callused hands holding him in place. The man let him go as soon as it appeared Hiccup had come to his senses.

"Either you shocked him too much or not enough," the elder Grimborn told Viggo as he returned to his chair at one end of the table.

"We'll see," Viggo mused, eyeing Hiccup as he drank deeply from his tankard. When Hiccup made no move toward the food or drink he hummed disapprovingly. "Eat up, Hiccup. There is plenty of food and drink, and you need your strength."

Hiccup blinked owlishly at him.

"Earth to Hiccup, eat something," Dagur ordered, snapping his fingers in front of the younger boy's face. He frowned and glanced at Viggo. "Ryker might have a point. You might have to shock him back to his senses." An eager grin lit his face. "Or…"

"No," Viggo said firmly, frowning at Dagur. His gaze softened slightly when he looked to Hiccup. "Did your father teach you no manners?" he asked Hiccup, noting that the Hooligan was slowly coming back to his senses. "Lower your legs and sit up straight, and eat the food offered to you. It's not often we have such a feast. Partake of it while you can. There will be days when food is scarce while at sea."

"Then why cook so much?" Hiccup asked before realising he had spoken out loud. Nonetheless he did as instructed and lowered his legs then sat up straight, much to Dagur's astonishment. Slowly he reached toward the food that was already loaded onto a plate in front of him and took a piece of bread. He stared at it for a long time before ripping a small piece and placing it in his mouth.

"Okay, you might have something with the shock treatment," Dagur conceded, utterly in awe as he watched Hiccup obey the Hunter.

Viggo nodded in approval. "It's a tried, tested and true method. But don't be fooled, it takes more than one treatment to break someone, especially someone as unique as this boy." He nodded toward Hiccup who was only picking at the food while keeping an eye on each of the other men at the table, his green gaze still clouded with exhaustion but weary and untrusting, still full of defiance and just trying to build his strength so he could continue the fight. Oh yes, it would take far more than one session with the electric eels to break Hiccup and Viggo was looking forward to their little battle of wills.

He wouldn't let Hiccup leave the table until he ate at least half the food on his plate, feeling more like father than a captor. He assigned the boy a small room close to his own and allowed Hiccup to rest. It was one thing to break Hiccup but another to kill the boy by internal damage. Viggo had performed this line of torture many times before and knew the body's limit based on size and weight. If he pushed too hard too fast he could kill the boy without meaning too. So he let Hiccup rest and sleep as long as he needed before questioning him again, placing at least an entire twenty-four hours between sessions with the electric eels. He also made it a point that Hiccup was bathed and scrubbed down after each session and the entire room sanitized. He was not taking any chances of Hiccup's friends finding him due to sweat or bodily fluids.

It wasn't all torture. Sometimes Viggo would sit for hours with Hiccup, a game board between them. Usually it was Maces and Talons, other times something a little older like chess. At first Hiccup would only sit silently in his chair and glare at the board not wanting anything to do with Viggo or his games. He would withdraw, no doubt trying to plot an escape and when it looked like he may have come up with an idea – his eyes lighting up and bottom lip twitching as he tried to hide his emotions – that was when Viggo would introduce him once more to the electric eels. There Viggo would begin his line of questioning again, starting from the basics and working his way up to Berk's defenses and number of dragons of dragons on the island. Of course Hiccup refused and as such was electrocuted in punishment.

"I know, I know…it hurts," Viggo soothed between shocks. "Just tell me what I want and it'll be over."

But Hiccup was as stubborn as they came and refused to answer his questions, even when Ryker backhanded him so hard his ears rang and his bottom lip busted. But he still glared defiantly at the Hunter regardless of the shimmer of tears.

"Hey!" Dagur snapped, grabbing the bigger man's arm with surprising force and yanking him a step or two back from Hiccup. "He belongs to me. Hit him again and I gut you, do we have an understanding?"

Ryker glowered at him, his hands balling into fists. "If I…"

"You want to break him, big guy? Let me do it my way. I know him, you don't, and I know just how to push his buttons." Dagur and Ryker glared at each other for a long time, challenging one another, daring the other to strike. They had been walking the thin line between allies and enemies ever since Heather had been discovered as a spy. "Or you can keep shocking him until all any of us smell is smoking flesh."

Ryker's brows furrowed before he gave a curt nod already bored by this game. "Do it," he said firmly.

Dagur's lips split into a wide grin.

"No," Viggo objected, a little shocked by his brother agreeing with the Berserker but managing to keep his face neutral. "We are above such things. There are other ways to get what I want."

Dagur gave a snort and waved a hand towards Hiccup. "By all means, let's fry his brain, the one thing on him that's stronger than just about every Viking I know, including you. If smoke starts coming out of his ears he'll be no good to anyone other than as dragon bait."

"Or a slave," Ryker threw in, giving his younger brother a look that clearly said to let Dagur try.

But Viggo was just as stubborn. "We're above such techniques," he repeated. He turned his back on them and focused once more on Hiccup. "Where were we? Ah yes, Berk's dragons. How many were there, Hiccup?"

The boy took several deep breaths threw his nose before glaring at him but the defiance in his eyes were clear.

"Shame," Viggo mused before once more electrocuting him.

Hiccup screams echoed throughout the room regardless of the ball gag in his mouth. His fingers dug trenches into the arms of the chair, his nails chipping and cracking even more with the force as his body shook and arched and fought against the ropes. But it was no use. Hiccup would not answer his questions. After another half hour Viggo gave up. They had been doing this for days but they had yet to break Hiccup. When it looked like he might break he would babble something in Dragonese that made no sense and had the brothers looking at each other in utter confusion. It seemed tried, tested and true did not apply when it came to Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Third.

Viggo let out an annoyed, barely audible sigh of frustration. "Do it," he grumbled to Dagur as he put the rods away.

"Finally!" Dagur cheered, advancing on Hiccup who was slipping in and out of consciousness. He pulled a dagger from his boot and cut the ropes and Hiccup tumbled forward, into his arms. "I've waited a long time for this," he mused as he laid Hiccup on the ground and promptly went to work ridding the Hooligan of his pants.

Hiccup mumbled, his eye lids twitching as he fought to regain consciousness. He was getting better at handling the shocks despite the smell of burning flesh that seemed to fill his senses. He didn't notice or seem to feel anything Dagur was doing to him at first, dismissing it was being stripped down to be washed again, his flesh always seeming bright red after being thoroughly scrubbed.

Dagur's callused fingers caressed Hiccup's thin lean chest and abdomen, down to his pelvis and narrow hips almost reverently. He took his time having never been able to touch Hiccup like this before and the few times he had tried he had failed because Hiccup had not understood and freaked out or was so high on his horse…err…dragon, that he couldn't see the bigger picture, that Hiccup had and always would belong to Dagur. Now…now Hiccup would understand. The Nightfury wasn't there to distract Hiccup.

It didn't take much for Dagur to get hard. He had been jerking himself off the last few nights at the memory of watching Hiccup cumming from the electric shocks. He had envisioned this day for such a long time, ever since he was led to believe that Hiccup was some great warrior that battled dragons and… Okay, maybe that part wasn't a lie; Hiccup had fought the Red Death and lost his leg in the process, it was just the idea that his brother would befriend dragons and trained them that irked him. But that no longer mattered because now Hiccup was his and the Nightfury was gone and everything was going to be right again. Things were finally as they were meant to be.

He stroked his length a few times to make sure his length was good and hard before wetting his fingers. Hiccup's body was completely pliable, his muscles having lost all strength in the last series of shocks. It took very little time to work his virgin hole and soon Dagur was able to fit three fingers knuckle deep inside and Hiccup barely made a sound of protest. The only sound he made was a soft whimper and shift his hips as his prostrate was stroked, something Dagur learned from Alvin when he was a prisoner on Outcast Island and on the receiving end of what he was about to do to Hiccup.

Dagur wasn't going to kid himself, without lubricant this first time was going to be painful for both of them but excitement got the best of him…and he was proving a point, that he could break Hiccup better than either Viggo or Ryker, that he knew Hiccup better than anyone and what the Hooligan needed. He rolled Hiccup onto his hands and knees, the younger boy putting up no fight as his mind fought to catch up with his body. Then, pulling Hiccup's ass cheeks apart with one hand and guiding his engorged manhood with the other, he pushed into the youth.

Hiccup murmured and whimpered softly at the first push, the gag still in his mouth. Dagur pushed deeper, marvelling at how easy it seemed to be with Hiccup's mind seemingly disconnected from his body until he pushed a little too hard too fast, then Hiccup's entire body tightened and the boy screamed into the gag while trying to jerk away. Dagur took his hips in both hands, pulled out before shoving back in, once, twice, three times until he was all the way in, each time tearing Hiccup a little more as he forced his way inside. Hiccup clawed at the ground, trying to escape but Dagur held him fast and picked up his pace, grunting and grinding into him. Oh yeah, this was what he had waited so long for, that tight velvety heat that felt as if it had a strangle hold on his dick. His balls were heavy as they slapped into Hiccup's sweet little ass.

"Fuck yeah…I waited so long for this, Hiccup," Dagur growled. His hips piston back and forth, harder and harder as he felt Hiccup's inner channel rippled around his length, sucking him in, begging for more. Oh yeah, Hiccup wanted this, he knew Hiccup wanted this otherwise he wouldn't be able to move so smoothly within him. Even Hiccup's muffled cried sounded like music to his ears.

Wrapping an arm around Hiccup's chest, he yanked the boy back against him, Hiccup's back to Dagur's armored chest – he had been in too much of a rush to do more than unsheathe his aching cock. Hiccup's eyes were wide and brimming with tears when their gazes met. It was so beautiful, a look Dagur had imagined for so long. He ripped the gag out of Hiccup's mouth and before the younger boy could do more than gasp, Dagur crushed their lips together in their first ever searing kiss. In that instant he forgot all about Viggo and Ryker. He pulled out of Hiccup, turned him around, and slammed back into him. He lost control then, pounding into the smaller boy with abandon, barely hearing Hiccup's cries of pain and agony, not feeling jagged finger nails tearing into his shoulders as the Hooligan desperately fought for freedom.

"St…stop…" Hiccup pleaded but he could do nothing but hold on for dear life, his body refusing to respond to any of his mental commands.

"So tight…so…so tight," Dagur moaned in delight. "You like me filling you, don't you?"

Hiccup whined, clinging to Dagur, unable to do anything else.

"My seed's going to fill your guts. It's going to fill your belly," the Berserker chief drawled, clearing imagining Hiccup's belly swelling with his cum. He glanced at Viggo, a cruel taunting little grin tugging his lips upwards. "Shock him now."

Ryker raised a surprised brow, a little entranced by the sight of the two boys wrapped in such an intimate embrace, even if Hiccup wasn't a willing participant. He had seen male partners before, had had one or two himself from time to time, but he had never seen two quite like this. Emotions danced on Dagur's face that he had never seen before, almost as if he was whole, that by somehow having Hiccup like this completed him. It was an odd look that Ryker did not like and immediately had a bad feeling of foreboding. But perhaps this was a way to crack Hiccup's hard shell and finally begin breaking him.

He glanced to Viggo who seemed to be of the same mind. The younger man looked hesitant and maybe a wee bit disgusted by what was happening before him but after a moment he gave a nod. Ryker grabbed the thick leather gloves, put them on then grabbed the rods. Dagur was wearing armor and was bound to feel the shock more than Hiccup but that was the Berserker's choice. For a moment or two more Ryker watched as Dagur bounced Hiccup on his lap, the wet sucking sound of flesh slapping against flesh filling the room. The distinct smell of sex stirred something deep in Ryker that hadn't been touched in quite some time and the visual only stroke the beginnings of a fire.

"Do it now!" Dagur snarled, his movement becoming erratic and thrusts more powerful.

Ryker jerked out of his revelry and rammed both rods into the small of Hiccup's back.

The boy's entire body arched back as electricity raced through his back to every inch of his body and then into Dagur. It lasted barely a few seconds, Ryker not holding it the rods in place only a heartbeat before pulling them away to watch the effects. Hiccup screamed, his body jerking from the wave of electricity flowing through him. Dagur gave a mix of a laugh and cry, his back arching as well but one this was certain, they both came and powerfully, cum spraying over both their stomachs. The difference was that Hiccup fell backwards onto the floor while Dagur knelt over him, one hand balancing his weight as he fought to catch his breath.

"That…that was awesome!" he crowed with a laugh before glancing up at the two older men.

"Uh huh, and where exactly is the information I requested?" Viggo countered, his disgust undeniable.

"Oh ye of little faith," Dagur drawled before poking at Hiccup's cheek. "What type of dragon does your father ride?" he asked the barely conscious youth. He absently stroked Hiccup's hip as he waited for the answer. Honestly he had no idea what type of dragon Stoick was flying but it looked cool and powerful and to have something like that under his command would be amazing…not as cool as a Skrill but still a powerful weapon.

For a moment Hiccup said nothing and Dagur thought perhaps he had gone too far with having them shocked but then the younger boy's lips began to move. "Rum…Rumblehorn," came a barely audible whisper.

Dagur grinned widely and gave Viggo a smug look. "And my Skrill? What did you do with my Skrill?" he asked, certain he had won.

It took another moment or two before Hiccup could answer. "Gone," he managed in a wheeze before the smallest, most defiant little upturn of lips met Dagur's gaze and made the Berserker uncertain. "Far away from you," Hiccup finished. Whatever he said after that made no sense. It was a mix of growls and clicks and warbles, making all three men look at him as if he had lost his mind. It lasted only a short time, a few minutes perhaps before Hiccup's eyes rolled into the back of his head and he passed out.

"And that was a failure," Viggo noted, clearly disgusted by Dagur's efforts. He shook his head and picked Hiccup up as if the boy was some fragile doll. "It would appear the boy is far stronger than his physical appearance. I'll have to find another way to break him."

"Oh, so we don't give up after multiple shock therapies but one good screw and that's it?" Dagur grumbled, not understanding why they were giving up so soon. All he needed was a few hours alone with Hiccup and he'd have his brother singing anything they wanted. Hiccup always slipped his guts when they were alone…okay, maybe not about the whole dragon thing but that was a different story.

Viggo glared at him. "Yes, we're above rape."

Dagur gave a snort. What he did wasn't rape it was marking what was already his. But for now he bit his inner cheek and let Viggo take Hiccup. There was information Hiccup had that Viggo needed but once he got it Hiccup was all Dagur's. That was the agreement he had with Viggo and he intended to take what was his once this was all over. Although he had to admit, he was curious to see what else Viggo had in mind to break his brother. If electric eels and rape were out then what was next?