Breaking Point 11

Outcast Island was still deserted, the Viking having never returned after the Skrill's attack. Stoick surmised that Alvin must have found them another island to call home, perhaps one more hospitable than this one but had yet to hear from his old friend and former enemy. Normally he would contact Alvin and gives him a heads up to their arrival – not necessarily why because Alvin had a tendency to "misplace" items Stoick was looking for – but since the island was abandoned there was no need for such niceties.

"Alright," he told the riders as they dismounted their dragons. "The helmet can only be in few places, most likely the great hall or Alvin's personal chambers. Now the Great Hall is located there. Search ever corner of it. Alvin likes to brag about his conquests so it should be relatively easy to find if it's there."

"And if not?" Astrid asked, not liking the idea of all the riders searching one place while Stoick searched inside the mountain for Alvin's chambers on his own.

"We'll find it," Stoick assured, touching her shoulder. "And we'll find Hiccup."

She hesitated, looking sideways before wetting her lips. "If we don't find anything in the Great Hall we're going in the mountain, too. Use your dragon call if you find anything," she insisted, giving her chief a near desperate look. Outcast Island was a dangerous place even without the Outcasts. If dragons had retaken the island they might not be so friendly to humans. Luckily they had their own dragons to protect them.

Stoick gave a nod. "Be careful."

They separated, their dragons following closely. Outcast Island may not have been one of the biggest islands in the Archipelago but it was riddled with tunnels from one end to the other, from the highest mountain to deep under the sea. There were miles upon miles of tunnels created by Whispering Deaths and many converted into an underground city of sorts, with chambers dug and hollowed into the rock. When the riders didn't find Dagur's helmet in the Great Hall the riders joined Stoick underground but even with all of them searching it still took days to search it all. The tunnels split off into every direction imaginable and even in teams it was easy to get lost and having to wait for the others to come find them. And it wasn't as if the different chambers were marked with who owned what. They had to be checked and searched one by one until finally, early the third day and by sheer luck, Snotlout came across Alvin's chambers after spending the night in a room two doors down.

He blearily rubbed at his eyes as he opened the door and yawned widely. "Just another room, just another load of nothing," he grumbled, ready to turn away without really searching it until he caught a glimpse of something familiar, the long horns of a Monstrous Nightmare standing proudly on a dusty helmet. "Guys…" he called out. "Guys…I found it! We found it!" he yelled, remembering his Monstrous Nightmare. When no one answered he gave his dragon howl which Hookfang did as well and within minutes Stoick and the other riders began showing up until eventually the entire gang was there.

Stoick took the helmet from his nephew and turned it over to study the inside. His lips pursed as he searched until he finally found what he wanted. Carefully he extracted a single long strain of red hair. "It's old, there might not be enough of a scent left to track," he mused to himself before dropping the hair back in and holding the helmet to Skullcrusher. "Track him, Skullcrusher. Find Dagur."

. . .

It was near impossible to get close to Hiccup with his new duties, not that Dagur didn't try. He'd wait until Viggo was occupied with ship business then try finding Hiccup, first assuming the Hooligan was left alone in Viggo's room or back in his cell only to come up empty handed. When he did find Hiccup there was no getting to him. Guards watched over Hiccup far more closely than before but it wasn't in fear of Hiccup trying to escape but rather to protect him and keep a certain Berserker away from him. Whenever Dagur tried to get near him he would be turned away. Now usually Dagur would take great offense and happily kill each and every person standing in his way but he was outmanned and outweaponed so trying to see Hiccup by force was not going to do anything but maybe get them killed. So other than the odd sighting when passing through halls, he rarely saw Hiccup. It only served to anger him more.

Hiccup was treated extremely well after giving Viggo the information he wanted. He was still given chores such as washing Viggo soiled laundry and by proxy, Ryker's as well. He kept Viggo's chambers cleaned, dusted and swept and when there was none of that to do he worked in the kitchen with the cook. At first the large man was distrustful of the youth's company and set about having Hiccup continue the work he had done before, primarily gutting fish and peeling potatoes or washing the new vegetables that were bought their last visit to port. Hiccup did all this without complaint and maybe even a bit of a smile, happy not to be on deck and having to deal with the crew.

He was a little off balance with the wooden peg leg he had been saddled with and often cussed at it whenever it tripped him up but he never let it old him back and as such gained the admiration of the cook. Soon the cook was talking with him, showing him quicker ways to gut and fillet fish that was nothing like what his father and Gobber taught him as a boy, and even had him help cook the meals. In a relatively short amount of time Hiccup had made himself a new friend and the cook was not afraid to brag to Viggo about the great helper he had been given.

Viggo was not a person who didn't recognize potential. He often watched Hiccup from a distance, judging just what the boy's capabilities were, his strengths and weaknesses and what made him smile. Hiccup was a people pleaser. He often seemed shy and withdrawn, always looking about nervously unless occupied with some duty until someone gives him praise and then he would smile shyly and do his best to keep that person happy.

When Hiccup wasn't working but confine to Viggo's chambers "for his own safety", he study Viggo's maps and unique worldly possessions while searching for the Dragon Eye, a vain hope still in him that maybe he could get it back. He never found it, Viggo had it locked away somewhere Hiccup could not easily find. What he did find interested him just as much. It seemed he and Viggo did have some things in common; Viggo liked to read. He shelves and shelves of books about every possible topic and anything, everything imaginable about dragons. Some were in languages Hiccup didn't know but had seen through the Dragon Eye and it was those that caught his interest most. He'd spend many hours trying to translate them and comparing locations to the big map on the wall. Sometimes he would be so consume in his research that he wouldn't hear the door open or Viggo enter. So when he felt large hands fall on his shoulders from behind, Hiccup gave an undignified squawk and jumped in fear.

The book fell to his lap. "I'm sorry," he said, immediately looking up at Viggo pleadingly. "I shouldn't have been snooping, I just…"

"Do you understand that?" Viggo asked, clearly amused by how jumpy and frighten the boy became. He nodded to the book Hiccup had dropped.

Hiccup swallowed then took a deep breath and licked his lips before answering. "A little. It's the same language as the Dragon Eye. My friend, Fishlegs, and I were translating it before…" He fell silent for a moment, debating his words before continuing. "I thought maybe this would help me understand it better."

"You're a linguist? How many languages do you know?"

The boy shrugged. "Five…six if you include Dragonese."

"Interesting," Viggo mused, studying Hiccup's face. "You never cease to amaze me. Someone like you would be highly regarded in my tribe. It's a shame you were not born amongst us."

Hiccup went to brush back a strand of hair before remembering it was now cut short. His hand fumbled in the movement, not seeming to know what to do with itself. Instead he placed it back on his lap and clasped it with his other hand. "Thank you," he murmured, unable to meet Viggo's gaze.

Viggo sat on the edge of the chair and regarded him with growing interest. "I must admit, Hiccup, you do surprise me. You've done all your chores without a single complaint. The cook is quite taken by you. He says if you ever want something special made to simply ask."

Hiccup still didn't meet his gaze. "That's not necessary, sir."

"Perhaps," Viggo hummed. "But I would like to reward you for all your hard work. You like to read…my library is open to you. There are not enough open minds here and I like having someone smart and informed to debate with." He waited a moment for Hiccup to take this all in. "You're a very smart boy, Hiccup. You were given an unfortunate name but you are perhaps the wisest man I've met in a very long time. I would greatly enjoy discussing these books with you."

The youth blinked and looked up, a small happy gleam appearing in his eyes. "Really?" he asked in amazement. No one ever wanted to discuss books with him except his grandfather who had passed away many years ago. He stared at Viggo in shock for a moment before a tiny grin tugged at his lips. "I…I would like that."

Viggo smiled and patted his thigh. "There is one thing I must ask of you in exchange. You can say no and it won't change anything, my library is still yours, but I would like to touch you."

The smile fell from Hiccup's face. "Oh…I…"

"Not sex, just touching," Viggo assured. "My brother and Dagur hurt you. I want to show you that sex doesn't have to be painful but quite the opposite." He ran his hand up and down Hiccup's thigh, strategically ignoring the boy's crotch. Sliding off the arm of the chair he knelt before Hiccup and made him keep eye contact. "Let me pleasure you."

Hiccup's eyes were wide as he stared at Viggo. No one had asked him to have sex; he had always been forced either by Dagur or Ryker. Even the first time Viggo had taken him if had been through coercion. He felt his throat go dry as he tried to form the words to say no and beg not to be touched. But ever since he awoke in Viggo's bed the man had reframed from touching him. He hadn't even made a sexual comment, advance or even flirted. He had treated Hiccup with the utmost respect, like an honored guest even if he did have duties and chores. His mind raced with a thousand words to say, a dozen different objections and reasons it was unwise. But something in the pit of his stomach stirred as Viggo ever so softly rubbed his thighs and he found his breath hitching with arousal. "I…" he whispered but couldn't finish.

"You can tell me to stop at any time," Viggo promised, his voice deep with a sultry purr. "I will not hurt, Hiccup."

Hiccup wasn't quite sure how but before he knew it the book was placed on a small side table and he was being led by the hand to the bed. Viggo slowly undressed as if opening a present on Snoggletog morning. His clothes fell to the floor, one article at a time until he stood before the man utterly nude, his trousers and skivvies around his ankle and the base of his peg leg. Then with gentle, callused hands, Viggo lowered him to the bed, their gazes never leaving one another's even as the man reached into his nightstand for a small box containing oils and other lubrications.

"Just relax," Viggo encouraged as he ran a hand over Hiccup's hip. All his clothing was still on him as if to prove he would do nothing without Hiccup's permission. "If it becomes too much tell me and I'll stop, but you also have to tell me when you like something so I can do it more often, understand?"

The boy gave a nod. It was all he could do. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, preparing himself for the worse but Viggo would have none of that.

"Don't close your eyes. Don't try shutting this out. I want you to feel it," he said, his voice still gently but with a bit of an edge to it. He pressed his lips to Hiccup's brow as he dipped his fingers into a jar of oil and gave them a good thick coating. Very gently, as to not startle Hiccup, he rubbed at the youth's bottom, spreading the oils along the cheeks and through the crack, not delving into the pucker hole but merely massaging the scented oils into his flesh. These were special oils, meant to sensitise people and while Hiccup didn't know that Viggo took great pleasure in coating his soon to be lover in it.

For the most part Hiccup lay there obediently, letting Viggo do what he wanted while never breaking eye contact with the man. It wasn't bad, no different than the other times Viggo had massaged his bad leg. It was comforting and he was almost able to forget the reason why they were doing this. He relaxed into the soft mattress and pillows as a feeling of utter calm filled him.

"May I kiss you?" Viggo asked, his lips only a breath away from Hiccup's.

Unsure, Hiccup gave another small nod.

Viggo grinned before lowering his head. It wasn't like when Dagur kissed him. There was no domination, no war of tongues or bruising of lips. It was just a simple, gentle kiss that could almost be compared to butterfly wings brushing over Hiccup's lips, there and then gone.

The touches grew bolder as Viggo's fingers travelled between the cheeks of Hiccup's ass. He looked Hiccup straight in the eye before proceeding. "I'm going to slip a finger inside now," he warned. "You insides may still be a little raw so it may sting. If it hurts too much I'll stop." He smeared more lubrication over his fingers, wanted a moment so that Hiccup had a chance to say "no" then ever so carefully pressed his pointer finger into the tight ring of muscle.

Hiccup gave a hiss and tensed all around him but he didn't say stop. He was too afraid to say stop regardless of Viggo's promise.

"Relax," Viggo purred, pressing his forehead to Hiccup's temple. "Just relax. I know what I'm doing." He slowly slid that digit out and then back in, ever so slowly, ever so gently working abused muscles until Hiccup relaxed once more. He did the same with the second finger, grinning into Hiccup's hair when the boy began to wiggle and push into those fingers, his body moving of its own accord, having been trained by both Ryker and Dagur to accept what he was given. Viggo bent his fingers and found that little bundle of nerves within the youth and ever so gently rubbing them, teasing them, manipulating them until Hiccup was writhing under in unspeakable pleasure. "That's right, Hiccup, that's what you want, someone to make you feel good. I can make you feel good."

Hiccup moaned and arched beneath him. "Oh gods…" he breathed, unable to keep his eyes open as pleasure raced up his spine and seemed to filled every inch of him. His arms flew out to try and balance himself. He felt like he was freefalling and it brought with it a rush. "Please…please…"

"I've got you," Viggo assured, pulling his fingers out for a moment to grab a few little herb balls. They were an aphrodisiac meant to heighten Hiccup's senses. He slipped them in one at a time before slipping his fingers back in and pushing them deep inside before going back to gently teasing his prosthetic. "I'm going to make you feel so good, Hiccup." And he kept his word. While he worked Hiccup's ass with his right hand, having added a three to fill the loosening crevice, he stroked Hiccup's side, hip and thigh with his left as he brushed his lips over Hiccup's once more. "Just tell me to stop and I will," he whispered again.

But Hiccup was beyond listening. His body was on fire but not in a bad way. He never imagined he could ever feel this way. He felt so good it almost hurt. His body trembled, knees shaking uncontrollably. His hands bunched in the sheets as he felt an orgasm, a real mind blowing orgasm that curled his toes and made his knees bend, his back and neck arch high off the bed and tore a cry from his throat that sounded like the howl of dragon. His seed spilled over his belly, his manhood hard and curled toward his taunt stomach. He came a second time, then a third, Viggo pulling at strings inside that seemed impossible to exist.

By the time Viggo was done Hiccup lay on the bed boneless and exhausted. He panted and stared at the wooden planks of the ceiling as he fought to catch his breath. When Viggo bent down to kiss him again he returned it, hesitantly at first and then with a slight bit of passion, the only way he could express his thanks. Viggo did not do more than finger him and touch, showing remarkable gentleness after all the abuse Hiccup had suffered and for that Hiccup was grateful. His insides felt warm but not due to being filled with cum. It was a pleasant warmth that radiated throughout his whole body and made him sleepy.

"Do you like that, my love?" Viggo whispered, kissing his brow as he ran a hand through Hiccup's short hair.

Hiccup closed his eyes and reached up, his fingers absently caressing the long deep scars along the man's neck. "Thank you," he breathed, pressing into him.

Viggo chuckled. "You're welcome," he purred as the boy snuggled against him and began dosing off. "Soon you will be craving my touch…and only my touch." It would take time and he would have to be patient but Viggo knew that soon Hiccup would be his completely, body, mind and soul.