Breaking Point 6

Every inch of Hiccup hurt. His strength was gone and he couldn't even stand. His legs felt like noodles and for the first time in a very long time he was happy to have someone carry him, even if he was draped over that person's shoulder like a rag doll. A muffled murmur came from him as he was lowered onto his cot with surprising tenderness after the brutality he suffered minutes ago. His muscles cried out at first as his back met the hard boards but then he settled and his body relaxed while his mind slipped in and out of consciousness.

"Remarkable," Viggo purred, sitting on the edge of the cot and taking a moment to study Hiccup, really study him. The boy was nude, bundled only in a sheet after being thoroughly bathed. His clothing was folded and placed on the only chair in the room as was the Snowfury who sniffed around Hiccup's hair eagerly awaiting the boy's attention. "Shoo, little one," Viggo told the creature, pushing it aside. "Let him sleep." It's not every day a Dragon Whisperer comes about and while Hiccup was a beautiful boy and a great asset once he was finally brought under control, a small part of Viggo hated the idea of truly breaking him. He hadn't met such a competitor or one of his intelligence in a very long time. He was fascinated by the youth and wanted to get to know him, really know him a bit better. "Rest," he whispered, brushing shaggy bangs away from Hiccup's forehead. "In the morning we'll have breakfast together, just you and me."

Hiccup only stared at him, his emerald gaze glazed over in shock. It was to be expected. The boy was new to sex and taking two men at once, one of which was a little rougher than necessary, was not an easy task. It would take time for Hiccup to recover, in which time his defenses would be low and Viggo could start planting new ideas into the boy's head. It would take time and patience but Viggo was certain he could make Hiccup into a valuable asset.

Taking the blanket at the end of the bed he covered Hiccup, knowing well enough the boy would be in no shape to do anything in the morning and would most likely sleep much of the day. It might not be until much later in the day before they had time to speak. He didn't bother locking the door; he had stopped days earlier once Hiccup realized there was no escape and that there were no dragons large enough to fly away on. It was a measure of trust and understanding, even if Hiccup didn't understand it. The crew knew to stay far the room and the boy…unfortunately not everyone followed the rules.

Hiccup was slowly coming out of his shock when he heard his door open and close. He lay on his side staring at the wall his bed was pressed against and tried gathering his thoughts, pondering how and why he was in this predicament and how he could possibly escape it. His heart clenched when he heard the door crack open and his heart raised as he fought to draw breath. Gods, not again. Please not again. He prayed to every god he knew to make it stop. He couldn't handle another man fucking him. He simply couldn't. Yet he was frozen where he was, unable to move or raise a hand to defend himself. He couldn't even look to see who came into his cell.

"Hey," Dagur's familiar voice drawled as the door closed.

Metal clanged on the floor along with the thud of boots. Hiccup squeezed his eyes shut, expecting the worse when he felt the bed shift and Dagur's weight settle behind him. Oh gods, he couldn't do this again. "Dag…" he tried in a hoarse whispered, true fear filling him as Dagur's warm body pressed against his and large arms wrapped around him. To his surprise that's all Dagur did. He pulled Hiccup into his arms and snuggled against his back, his cheek resting against the back of his head. The sour scent of mead wafted off him, explaining why he hadn't been a part of Viggo little sex party. For that Hiccup was relieved. Dagur must have been drinking with the crew and perhaps had a little too much to drink.

"You smell good," the Berserker chief murmured, his nose pressed into Hiccup's hair and arms tightening around the younger boy. Soon loud snores filled Hiccup's ear and Dagur's arms relaxed. But they were still strong and protective and Hiccup finally broke down and let the tears he had been holding back since he was first tortured.

It felt strange breaking down wrapped in Dagur's arms. He felt like a little kid again only this time Dagur wasn't taunting him or telling him to grow up and be a Viking. No, the Berserker only pulled him closer and murmured soft, comforting words that were so unlike the Dagur Hiccup knew. He felt safe even if only for one night.

. . .

"You waited this long to tell me?" Stoick boomed, looking down at the Riders with a stern frown. "A week? My son's been missing a week and I'm just learning about it now?" He pinched the bridge of his nose trying to keep his temper in check. This was Hiccup they were talking about and he did have a bad habit of wandering off with that dragon of his and not coming back for days on end but a whole week? This was new even for him.

Astrid rubbed her arm looking lost and a little ashamed. "He was upset…he was taking longer and longer flights. We didn't think too much of it at first but when they didn't return last night…I should have told you sooner. I'm sorry, sir." She hung her head and gave the others a sideways look, silently asking for backup.

"We checked all his favorite haunts," Snotlout piped in at the same time Fishlegs went to answer. "I honestly thought he found one last new island before Viggo took the Dragon Eye from him and went to check it out on his own. You know how he is. We were just giving him his space. Too much space, obviously."

Fishlegs bobbed his head up and down. "Usually I go with him if there's a potential for new dragons but…he must have left in the middle of the night without telling anyone."

"He definitely didn't tell me," Tuffnut grumbled, his jaw set and arms folded across his chest. "I would have like a good adventure."

"Yeah right," his sister countered. "The moment he gets all dorky over some new dragon your eyes roll into the back of your head and you go into a coma 'cause you can't handle him and 'Legs blabbering over wing mass and body length and…"

As if to demonstrate Ruffnut's point Tuffnut gave a big yawn.

Stoick shook his head, trying to comprehend the information being given to him. "Hold on, when did Hiccup lose the Dragon Eye and who exactly is this Viggo person?"

Everyone stopped and stared at him in surprise.

"Hiccup never told you?" Astrid ventured, surprised that Hiccup would keep someone like Viggo Grimborn a secret from his father. Judging by the confusion on their chief's face it became apparent that Hiccup hadn't. "About Viggo and Ryker Grimborn? The Dragon Hunters?"

"He mentioned that Dagur had teamed up with a group of Dragon Hunters but never gave any specific names," Stoick answered, his worry growing.

Tuffnut gave a snort. "Long story short; the Hunters targeted Hiccup because he had the Dragon Eye and found a ton of islands with new dragons and cause Dagur…well you know Dagur…then Viggo tricked Hiccup by using Heather and stole the Eye from him so H has been moping around about it ever since and went AWOL. Did I miss anything?"

The other Riders stared at him for a moment.

"No…that about covers it," Fishlegs agreed with a surprised nod.

Stoick's brows furrowed. "So you think this Viggo may have something to do with Hiccup being missing?" he asked, eyeing Tuffnut.

The male twin shrugged. "I didn't say that but most likely."

Ruffnut elbowed him. "Wow…that's some good detective work."

Her twin shrugged again. "I have my moments."

"Alright," Stoick boomed, interrupting the twins before they got carried away. He sighed and looked the Riders over. "Where is this Viggo based?"

"That's the thing, chief, we don't know," Snotlout answered, stepping slightly in front of Astrid as if to shield her. "We went to their camp but no one was there…"

"They littered," Tuffnut growled, folding his arms across his chest. "Completely ruined the island."

"Yeah!" Ruffnut tossed in. "We should beat them just for that…even if they don't have Hiccup. You know how hard it is cleaning up after people like that?"

Snotlout rolled his eyes and continued. "Anyway…they were gone. Looks like a week or so, maybe. The problem is we haven't seen any of their ships anywhere. It's like they disappeared, every last one of them."

"That's impossible," Stoick said in shock. He fell silent, his mind whirling with thoughts. There was no way an entire fleet could simply vanish. Hiccup had not given him many details about these Hunters but he did know that the Berserker armada had joined them. So how could so many ships disappear in such a short amount of time? "They may have changed their colors…the sails," he said thoughtfully. "The Hunter's ships, do they have a particular look? The Berserkers are rather standard."

Astrid nodded, the beginning of excitement filling her. "Yes, they're much larger and have this pontoon like addition to one side. We didn't see any when we searched but we weren't really looking for that."

Stoick gave a nod. "I'll grab Skullcrusher then we'll start searching. With any luck Hiccup and Toothless are just taking some extra time away." But something deep inside said otherwise. Hiccup could be fickle at times but he never stayed away for this long, he always made sure someone knew where he was and that someone was usually Astrid or Fishlegs. Something else was going on here and judging by the guilty, fearful look that tugged at Astrid's features it had something to do with her. Sooner or later he'd get to the bottom of it, but first he had to find his boy and make sure he was safe.