Breaking Point 10

They had tried searching nearby islands but it was like Skullcrusher had completely lost any and all trace of Hiccup. He had flown as far south of Dragon's Edge as the trail would take him, right to the last place Hiccup must have been, the place the twins complained had been trashed by the Hunters. Of course they didn't find anything. The Hunters had been gone for weeks, the fires cold. Nonetheless they searched the island, following Toothless as he sniffled his way around, Skullcrusher doing the same until they came upon a large cavern with a nature hot pool.

"Cool, a hot tub!" Ruffnut cheered, her back tense after weeks of flying nearly twelve to sixteen hours a day. "I can so use a soak right about now.

"Why would the Hunters bring Hiccup here?" Fishlegs wondered out loud.

Stoick wondered closer and eyed the surrounding area. Unlike anywhere else this area was spotless. Not a towel or cleaning products or even the tiniest piece of parchment remained. They had taken great care to clean all trace of anyone being there. "They bathed him," he muttered, his brows furrowing. "Why would they…"

"Sir?" Astrid asked, watching him worriedly.

He turned toward the young people, his mind whirling with sudden understanding. "How do you get rid of a scent that's not your own?"

"Oh oh! I know this one!" Tuffnut cried out, raising his hand and bouncing up and down.

Astrid rolled her eyes. "You bath."

"I was going to say that," Tuffnut snapped, folding his arms across his chest with a little pout.

"Well not just bath but a real good deep scrub…I've had to do many times when Meatlug…you know…" Fishlegs added, fidgeting a little.

Stoick nodded. "Exactly. Skullcrusher and Toothless can't track Hiccup because he doesn't smell like Hiccup anymore."

Snotlout looked confused. "How can Hiccup not smell like Hiccup?" he asked. He shrugged when Fishlegs looked at him. "What?"

"This about it. Hiccup is always with Toothless. They smell the same," the large boy explained.

"So…oh…"

"So wait," Ruffnut said, looking a little bewildered. "You think the Hunters gave Hiccup a good scrubbing and then stole away with him. It would still have to be masked. Maybe by scented oils?"

Everyone stared at her in shock but Stoick nodded. "It's possible," he agreed before smiling. The twins had a surprising way of impressing him some days.

"Wait, so if we can't track Hiccup then how are we going to find him?" Snotlout demanded, a little peeved by the whole scenario. The Hunters must have really wanted him if they were going to force his cousin to have a bath.

"We don't," Astrid answered. "We track the Hunters."

"Sorry to bust your bubble but the trash out there isn't going to have enough of a scent to go by. We need something more personal," Tuffnut explained with a shrug. "We've got nothing."

Everyone fell quiet for a moment.

"What if it belonged to a certain Berserker," Astrid suddenly asked.

Stoick glanced at her. "What are you thinking, Astrid?"

"Dagur's helmet," she explained. "Would it still have his scent after all this time?"

Her chieftain was silent for a minute, deep in thought.

"Isn't that on Outcast Island?" Snotlout asked, still confused. "And isn't Outcast Island abandoned because of the Skrill?"

"Uh huh," Astrid confirmed, her gaze on Stoick.

The chieftain nodded. "It might just be worth a shot," he mused. It was a desperate plan, maybe the only thing that might help them find Hiccup and right now he was desperate enough to try anything.

. . .

Shock had taken a firm hold on Hiccup after the gangbang. His flesh had become deathly cold to the touch and so pale that his lips took on a blue tinge. It was to be expected. Hiccup had fought hard to not break under Ryker and Dagur's treatment but it was only a matter of time. It was always a matter of time.

Once Ryker had left Hiccup lying crumbled on the floor Viggo carefully picked up the unconscious youth and carried him to the tub that had already been set up and was still warm in the center of the room. Maneuvering the boy into one arm he checked the water's temperature. Satisfied it wasn't too hot he easily slid Hiccup into the tub. He couldn't let the boy remain cold so too long. Shock could kill and Viggo still had a use for the boy and not just as a sex toy. He was an asset that Viggo had every intention of using. So carefully, slowly, he brought Hiccup's temperature back to normal by gradually heating the water. He scrubbed the boy, washing away the cum, blood, and fluids covering Hiccup and washing his short hair, taming the wild spikes back. Once a healthy glow had returned to that lithe body Viggo lifted him out of the water, not caring about the water soaking through his clothing. He bundled the youth in thick blankets then laid him in his large bed and covered him with furs, making sure he was warm from head to toe. This was repeated daily while Hiccup was in his coma, both his body and mind traumatised by the abused he had suffered since being captured and finally giving out. It could last days or maybe even weeks but Viggo was intent to help the boy heal if only for his own purposes.

During that time he whispered to the boy, planted little suggestions in Hiccup's mind while gently massaging and caressing his body, keeping blood clots from forming in stiff muscles while also sensitising certain areas and ensuring he felt pleasure and not pain. It was a slow process and Viggo made sure to only do it for a few short minutes, not wanting to overwhelm the youth and place him deeper into a coma. Everything he did had to be a measure of patience and control. He was not a man to lose something he wanted and he would not lose Hiccup not matter how long it took or what he had to do to accomplish it.

On the second day Hiccup gave a little pitiful moan and began to move. It was just little things at first, his fingers and then an arm until he rolled over and made himself comfy in the big bed. That was when the coma moved to simple unconsciousness to a deep sleep. He slept for another day before slowly returning to reality.

He was lying on his side, comfy and warm, feeling like a small boy in his father's bed when he was little and sick. His mind was blissfully blank and for a moment he felt no pain. In fact he felt as if he was floating somewhere high in the clouds where he had no cares. It was a wonderful feeling and for a time he clung to it but he could not sleep forever. Eventually he blinked bleary eyes open but all that met him was fur and more fur. The bed was soft, so very soft, and furs warm and wrapped around him like a cocoon. His eyes closed and he fell asleep again.

Time passed. Maybe minutes or hours or days, he did not know or care but when he awoke again nothing had changed except a rumbling in his stomach and the urge to urinate. He gave a little moan, not wanting to move or relieve himself but knowing he had to do both. The moment he tried getting up he regretted it. His muscles were stiff and a Charlie horse raced up his bad leg. He gave a painful moan and reached down to rub it but there was a sudden stabbing pain through his back.

"No…no… No sudden moves, Hiccup. You've been unconscious a long time. Your body might not obey you as it should," Viggo cautioned, suddenly appearing in Hiccup's vision and gently pushing the boy back down on the bed.

But Hiccup was far from listening. The moment he saw Viggo he gave a frightened cry and tried to back paddle on the bed against the headboard only to get tangled in the covers and making it no more than two inches. "No!" he pleaded, tears bubbling to the surface as terror took hold of him.

Viggo raised his hands to show he was unarmed and spoke gently. "Sh…sh…it's alright, Hiccup. You're safe. No one's going to hurt you."

The boy looked around frantically as if expecting Ryker to jump out of the shadows and rape him or beat him again. A scream caught in his throat when Viggo's large hands cupped his face and made him stay still and look up at him.

"It's alright, Hiccup," he repeated, his voice gentle and soothing. "It's just you and me. Take a deep breath and calm down. I'm not going to hurt you. Ryker and Dagur will no longer hurt you."

"I…I…" Hiccup stumbled, his voice hoarse from lack of use.

Viggo wiped at his tears and gently hushed him with soothing words until finally the boy calmed down and rested amongst the pillows and furs. "You've been asleep for days. I never meant for you to suffer so much."

Hiccup gave a shuddered breath and tried answering but it came torn and broken and brought more tears to his eyes. It was embarrassing. He couldn't do anything for himself. His body ached and Viggo was kind enough to massage his legs without making any sexual advances. A pan was used so he could relieve himself and if anyone had ever experienced that would know it was not something you wanted an enemy to bear witness to let alone help you with. Viggo even spoon fed him, making sure nothing spilled and that the youth ate his fill of chicken broth, not pushing him to eat anything solid until he felt ready. When it was done, Hiccup kept his head ducked, unable to meet Viggo's dark gaze. He murmured a barely audible "thank you" before cuddling under the furs once more.

Viggo ran a hand through his short hair and encouraged him to rest a little longer. It felt odd and a little comforting, maybe the first bit of emotional comfort offered to him since being captured. He didn't trust it but couldn't be bothered to ask about it. His mind faded back to darkness, not yet healthy enough to stay awake for more than an hour if that.

When Hiccup awoke again it was the sound of arguing and his heart tightened in panic but he couldn't move. There was something on his legs trapping him and it only increased his panic but he didn't move. He didn't dare. So he lay still, schooling his face and calming his rapid breathing and simply listened.

"What is he doing here?" Dagur demanded from across the room and facing off with Viggo for the first time since they teamed up. He waved his arm at the bed where Hiccup was presumably sound asleep with the little Snowfury draped over his legs snoring away. He pulled his hands into fists and glared at Viggo.

Viggo sounded a strange mix of amused and annoyed. "Are you honestly asking me this? Are you so fool hardy you didn't see the damage you were causing him?"

There was a moment of confusion for the Berserker before he retorted. "He belongs to me. He's mine! You had no right to take him from me!" He paused for a heartbeat, suddenly unsure. "What damaged?"

Viggo gave a snort. "You really don't use that brain of your do you? Did you think slipping into his room every night and screwing him against his will is a good thing?"

"Oh, and Ryker torturing him was?"

"Ryker gave him time to heal. He waited days between tortures."

"I waited days! Usually…"

Viggo gave him a look, the one that drove Dagur insane because it was the same look his father used to give him when he did some he should have known better not to do. "I understand you like the boy and have a very unhealthy obsession with him but I need his mind intact and your little games have not been helping. Shock can kill a person, or were you never taught that?"

Dagur opened his mouth to retort but nothing came out. He looked like a fish out of water as he came to the startling realization that maybe he had been handling things wrong with Hiccup. And it was very rare for someone to be able to make him feel as if he were in the wrong. The only one to have ever accomplished that was Ryker when he lectured about sibling bonds that led him to freeing Heather and Windshear. He inhaled deeply and looked toward the big bed where he could just make out Hiccup's head poking out of the mound of furs. "He's my brother."

Viggo rolled his eyes. "If that were true you would never have done what you've done, or do Berserkers enjoy incest?"

Dagur's head jerked toward him. His cheeks flamed before his eyes narrowed. "That's not the point. He's mine…ask him."

"No," Viggo said sternly. "You've had your fun, now it's time for him to heal."

"What?" Dagur demanded, his anger returning. "He's returning to Berserk with me."

"And how long before the riders find him? Face it, Dagur, he'll be back home in under a week of touching Berserk's shores. He's much better off here but by all means, you're free to leave at any time."

The Berserker chief gave a snarl, glaring at the older man for a long time before turning toward the door. "This isn't over!"

"Oh, don't be so heartbroken, Dagur," Viggo purred as he took an object off the table, wrapped in a white cloth. "You can have this as a little memento of your time together." He handed it to Dagur when the young man turned toward him.

Confusion filled Dagur as he wrapped it. He stared at the object in surprise then up at Viggo. "His leg?" he asked in shock.

"What was it you told Hiccup about a Nightfury wing?"

Surprise filled Dagur.

"Hiccup apparently talks in his sleep," Viggo explained. "But you can take home 'a piece of' him."

Dagur stared at the prosthetic in shook and before he knew it he was all but shoved out of the door to Viggo's chamber and out into the corridor. The door slammed behind him but he couldn't tear his eyes away from the object in his hands. He held Hiccup's intricately designed prosthetic, a little piece of Hiccup that was so important to his mobility much like the wing of a Nightfury that he had once offered Hiccup when they hunted for Toothless together on Dragon Island and like Hiccup way back then he wasn't satisfied.

Inside Viggo's room there was a little snort of laughter that was quickly covered a cough.

Viggo grinned as he strolled across the room to his bed, his right hand idly caressing the Snowfury's head as he passed it. "You can stop pretending now," he told Hiccup when he reached the head of the bed.

Hiccup didn't move, hoping to pretend to sleep a little longer but it was obvious that wasn't going to happen when the Snowfury suddenly got off his legs to move up the bed and lick his face.

Viggo chuckled in amusement. "I have clothing for you and food on the table."

There was a moment of silence before, in a small voice, "You just gave away my leg."

"Someone as ingenious as you can build a new one. For now I'll help you to the table until we can find a wooden one, something a little less noticeable perhaps?"

Hiccup swallowed before slowly nodding. He couldn't sleep anymore. His body was stiff and he was too wide awake to even consider falling asleep again. Slowly he sat up, hugging the furs to him, nervous of showing his nudity even if Viggo had already seen him naked. He took the offered clothing, a simple black tunic that was a little big and his mended and washed trousers that had seen better days. It took a few minutes to get them on and were a bit of a struggle but Viggo let him be while he did it, giving him a little privacy while he went about setting food onto plates.

When Hiccup was done he tried hoping across the room to the table but he only made it a few hops before Viggo caught him and helped him the rest of the way to the table. It was only then that Hiccup realized just how hungry he was. It took all his self-control not to dig into the food and simply sit there. After eating nothing but gruel and limpets and dry bread with the odd apple if he was lucky, this was a godsend.

"The food is meant to be eaten, Hiccup," Viggo encouraged as he sat across from him. He motioned with his chalice of wine. "Eat and drink to your heart's content."

Hiccup waited another moment or two before hesitantly beginning to eat, first nibbling small pieces of bread before making his way to something larger. He marvelled over the variety of food. He must have voiced his thoughts or they were written all over his face because Viggo answered them.

"We came to port while you were sleeping and gathered supplies. Do you like it?" the man asked, watching Hiccup intently as he cut into a steak of boar meat.

The boy nodded. He was starving and so hungry he simply couldn't stop shoving food in his mouth and it took a conscious thought to remind himself to chew before swallowing. He washed it down with the wine, not caring what the liquid was. He felt like a tiny child who had never had a proper meal before and it was a little disconcerting, even embarrassing but he couldn't stop himself, not even long enough to wipe his mouth or chin when it dripped. He just couldn't stop until his belly was filled. Only then did he notice just how much of a pig he made himself.

"Sorry," he muttered, wiping his chin and mouth with the back of his sleeve before realizing what he had done and trying to wipe it clean with little success. "Thank you," he said a moment late a little sheepishly as he nodded toward his empty plate.

Viggo ate at much more leisurely pace but nodded. "You're welcome," he answered before wiping his lips with a napkin which only served to embarrass Hiccup a little more when he realized there was indeed a napkin next to his own plate that he could have used. "Are you full?"

"Yes…thank you," Hiccup repeated. He folded his hands in his lap, expecting the game of Maces and Talons to suddenly appear or Ryker to show up to torture him again or rape him or… He didn't want to think of the "or".

Viggo watched him for several long silent minutes before finally talking. "I'm going to make you an offer, Hiccup. One you can take and have a certain measure of freedom or deny and return to your cell where I cannot guarantee your safety."

Hiccup stiffened but didn't raise his head.

"Hiccup, look at me."

The boy slowly lifted his head and met Viggo's gaze.

"I want you to mark on that map the islands you've visited and the dragons you've seen." He nodded toward a large map nailed to the wall. "You will not be involved in the capture of any, nor bear witness to anything that may happen to them. I want to help you understand why we do what we do and I want you to help me understand why you love them so much. Can we do that?"

For a moment Hiccup just stared at him, trembling while internally debating what to do but in the end the answer was simple. He could not be raped again. Bile bubbled up inside him at the very thought of anyone touching him again, of something slipping between his legs and forcing its way inside him, of hard meat before forced past his teeth and down his throat. Of hot liquid filling either end of him as his body was pounded into it, hit, slapped, beaten, of flesh tearing and searing pain. A chocked sob escaped him. He could see it all as if it were happening right then and there even though it had been days since that happened and his body had had time to heal. He didn't think he could survive it again, especially if Ryker followed through with his threat and offered him up for the whole crew to enjoy. The mere thought made his eyes burn with the threat of fresh tears. He swallowed back a sniffle and gave a small nod. "Yes," he agreed, succumbing to his fate. No one was coming to save him so he had to make the best of things and he was much better off with Viggo than anyone else.

With Viggo's help he went to the map and began circling islands and jotted down the names of the species the resided on each. He felt like he was betraying the dragons but he had no other choice. He knew the Grimborn brothers would not kill him, that was too easy, but they would make him suffer, heal him and then do even worse the next time and Hiccup feared what would happen the net time Ryker decided to have fun with him.

Behind him Viggo press his lips to the back of Hiccup's head and hummed proudly. "You and I are going to get along just fine," he purred with a growing smile.