Breaking Point 12

Life quickly changed for Hiccup as he adjusted to his new position. It was a far cry from what he had suffered through only a few short weeks earlier. He continued on with his duties, humming softly to himself as he worked, the routine almost second nature now. He awoke every morning in Viggo's big bed, often times either with his head cushioned on Viggo's chest or the man curled protectively around him. He was never forced to have sex the moment he awoke like he had been with Dagur, no forceful hands groping at him or things being shoved into his ass. His nights were peaceful and Viggo often spoke to him and told him stories of his tribe and lands Hiccup had yet to see. In the morning, once they were dressed and ate breakfast together, Viggo would walk him to the kitchen and leave him with the cook to help with the day's menu and preparation of food. Then Hiccup would be escorted back to their chambers – it was no longer Viggo's alone but theirs – and go about the daily cleaning and laundry. It was an easy, claim routine that almost made Hiccup feel at home. Best of all, when Viggo returned from his own duties they talked, really talked. It wasn't like with his friends who rarely sat still long enough to discuss topics that interested Hiccup, they often last only a few minutes before rolling their eyes and walking off. No, Viggo LISTENED. He'd sit in his big chair, watch was Hiccup waved his arms and discussed a subject he just read about, thoroughly excited when it was new stuff about dragons he never knew about. They discussed literature, politics, poetry…all the things Hiccup had been dying to discuss with someone. Even Fishlegs, his best friend and fellow nerd as the gang called them, never got so in depth in their debates. It was invigorating. Hiccup never felt so alive. And even though Viggo's opinion of dragons was vastly different from his, Hiccup could almost…almost see the reasoning behind his arguments.

Soon Hiccup found himself smiling and finding amusement in some of the things Viggo said and sometimes outright laughing before remembering his manners and trying to school his features.

"Don't," Viggo said, towering over him. "Never hide your emotions from me. I rather like your laughter and smiles."

Very shyly Hiccup smiled at him. Viggo was nothing like Ryker. Oh he was cunning and calculating and downright scary in his own way but he was also kind and caring and Hiccup was genuinely beginning to like him. And Viggo seemed genuinely interested in him as a person and not just the Dragon Conqueror, Whispering, Trainer and the countless other names Hiccup had gathered over the years. He learned Hiccup favourite meals and would have them made when the ingredients were available, but he also introduced Hiccup to new foods, foods not always common in the Archipelago.

When the Hunters finally began searching the islands Hiccup had indicated Viggo opted out of the hunt to keep Hiccup company for the entire day. He didn't want the youth overthinking about the dragons and deciding to be a hero and save them. That would serve in getting him beaten and Ryker was itching for a reason to get his hands on Hiccup. Viggo's brother was fine as long as Hiccup behaved himself but any sight of mutiny from the youth stirred the beast within and while Viggo often liked to feed that beast he was not willing to offer up Hiccup for such punishment again if he could help it. So that meant a diversion which was perfect timing as they relationship progressed. So Viggo arranged for a feast that day, introducing Hiccup to some of the more exotic foods reserved for special occasions.

"What's the occasion?" Hiccup asked, eying the trays of food being brought into the room by the kitchen staff. It was more food than normal, an entire day's worth. Platters upon platters of food filled the table as well as bottles of red wine, Viggo's drink of choice. "There's enough to feed ten people."

Viggo only gave a chuckle. "Not really, it's mainly fruit and cheeses. Have you ever tried oysters?"

Hiccup shrugged as he watched Viggo slurp from a shell. "I have mussels and…well limpets."

Viggo smiled serenely at him. "Oysters are much better for you," he advised as he carried a shell to Hiccup and held it to his lips and encouraged him to try it. Every item of food was an aphrodisiac found throughout the Viking lands and some as far south as Rome. He had been using herbal methods in hopes of arousing Hiccup. It worked to an extent but Hiccup was still skittish when it came to sex and while Viggo took it slow and let Hiccup be in charge it was very hard to keep the youth calm when entering him. The boy never told him to stop but he would become very still, his breathing rapid and he would simply let Viggo do what he wanted without a fight and then thank him for not hurting him. Sometimes he came, others he didn't. Hiccup was all find if Viggo only touched him or even fingered him but being penetrated was another story entirely. So since they had the entire day together Viggo was going to do everything in his power to bring Hiccup out of his shell and turn him into the little whore he knew was hidden somewhere deep inside. That was why he had every aphrodisiac the cook could find prepared as well as some of the oldest, strongest wines pulled from deep storage.

Hiccup wiped his lips when he finished eating the raw oyster meat and Viggo pulled the shell away. "It tastes better," he agreed. He had never had oysters before; for whatever reason his father never allowed them in the house. Gobber explained it had to do with his mother, that it was something special between them that helped led to Hiccup coming about. A little more information than he needed but still didn't explain why they couldn't still eat them. "So why is it better?" he couldn't help but ask.

"They help control your hormones," Viggo explained. Well it wasn't a lie. Oyster meat were said to increase the level of hormones in the blood stream and make one more sexually active. Given Hiccup's age and build such an aphrodisiac mixed with the others should work within a few short hours or less.

"Oh," Hiccup answered, interested now. Many young people had issues with hormones and Hiccup was no exception so the idea of something that could help control that. He took another oyster while Viggo poured them each a chalice of wine.

They ate and drank for hours while playing a game of chess instead of Maces and Talons. Hiccup recognized most of the food but didn't seem to know the hidden properties they had. It was almost a shame and proved the boy was an only child who had been neglected the basic education in seduction and aphrodisiacs. He was sweetly naïve and ate as he normally did, carefully, politely and with manners completely intact. They talked for a very long time while they played, just two friends getting to know each other better until Hiccup began shifting in his chair, a soft glowing blush to his cheeks.

"Is something wrong?" Viggo asked, knowing very well Hiccup was feeling the rise in his sexual drive.

The blush deepened and went nearly to Hiccup's ears. He gave a nervous little giggle that was nearly hysterical in nature. "No…no, I'm good just a little hot. Is it hot in here? I'm kind of hot. I said that already didn't I?"

Viggo smirked. He wasn't intending on getting the boy drunk as well as horny. "Come here," he commanded, his voice a sultry whisper full of dark promises.

Hiccup bit his lip and looked a little nervous. "It might be better if I don't. I'm…it…I have a bit of a problem."

Viggo nearly laughed at how innocent the boy sounded after all he had been through. "Then come here so I can help you," he insisted, adding a little threat to his voice that was sure to get the boy moving. And sure enough Hiccup got out of his chair and limped over to him, still unable to get used to the new peg leg. It was immediately evident what the problem was the moment he rounded the table. His manhood was pressing snugly against his trousers demanding to be let loose. "Ah…I see," Viggo cooed. He took Hiccup by the hips and pulled him between his legs. "Did you know the cum of a young man can be an aphrodisiac?"

Hiccup gave another nervous laugh. "That's just a story."

"Oh, you've heard of that one but nothing about oysters, red wine, Gamatost cheese, or any of these fruits meant to arouse you?"

If anything the boy looked confused and maybe a little drunk. Viggo sighed. Maybe this wasn't his best idea.

"Are you going to fuck me?" Hiccup suddenly asked the words sounding foreign on his lips.

Viggo blinked. "Do you want me to fuck you?"

"I…" He looked confused and looked away as if deep in thought. Then, much to Viggo's surprise, Hiccup leaned forward and for the first time pressed his lips to the older man's. He lingered for a moment of two, obviously unsure of himself and waiting for Viggo to take control.

Viggo returned it, showing him how to do it right before gently cupping Hiccup's neck and pushing him back. He studied the boy's cloudy eyes. There was lust there as well as fear and uncertainty. "I won't do anything unless you tell me you want it," he said. He was going to make Hiccup say the words one way or another.

Hiccup was almost trembling with need. His eyes closed and hands balled into fists but he finally made up his mind. "Yes," he said, his voice still meek but with a sudden determination.

Viggo's grin grew. "Then prove it." He undid his pants and pulled out his half hard cock, giving it a few strokes before lounging back and looking at Hiccup expectantly. The boy didn't like his own manhood being suckled which was a shame and something Viggo would one day have to break him out of, but it seemed that Ryker had made it pretty clear that sucking cock was part of Hiccup's job if one was presented to him. So Hiccup didn't argue or try to object. He knelt before Viggo, studied the thick length for a moment before taking it in his hand and stroking it. He licked at the head, the tip of his tongue wiggling into the slit just a little before he took it in his mouth. Viggo stroked his hair and encourage him on. Oh Hiccup had such a delectable mouth, his tongue stroking and teasing almost like a pro. It didn't take long before the man was hard. He pulled the boy from his task and instructed him to get the oils and lather him up nice and good. He even had Hiccup prepare his own hole while he watched. Such a good obedient boy.

When Hiccup was ready he climbed onto Viggo's lap. His bravo was quickly waning and he trembled with both need and fright as he felt Viggo length press against his slick opening. His hands tightened on Viggo's shoulders.

"Relax," Viggo cooed. He offered Hiccup his chalice of wine to help steal his nerves. "You're charge. You can stop whenever you want whether I cum or not. Just go slowly. Find that little bundle of nerves and stroke, focus on it. You'll be alright."

Hiccup took a shaky breath before downing the rest of the wine. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand before dropping the chalice on the floor. "Okay…" he murmured to himself before pushing down. He whined softly as Viggo's meat pierced his opening. Slowly, slowly he sank down, letting it fill him nearly half way before going back up then slowly down once more.

Viggo moaned and sat back, letting Hiccup do all the work. "That's right; go as slow as you want. Hmm…" He kept his hands on the arm rests. His eyes nearly rolled into the back of his head when the boy finally sank all the way down until his rear rest against Viggo's balls. "Oh…" he moaned. He ran his hands up and down Hiccup's spine soothingly as he pressed a kiss to the boy's neck. "You feel so good, you know that?"

Hiccup gave a tiny whimper. "Do you want me to bounce?"

Viggo sat back to meet his gaze. He cupped Hiccup's cheek and wiped a rogue tear from under his eye. "No, I want you to do what feels good to you. Rock, bounce…whatever feels good."

It took a few minutes before Hiccup actually moved and Viggo did nothing to encourage him. He sat back, leaned his head on the headrest and controlled his breathing as Hiccup slowly began to moving, rocky slowly at first before picking up his pace. He alternated between rocking and bouncing slightly, trying to fine just the right rhythm yet seeming to struggle. For Viggo it felt it felt magnificent and he greatly enjoyed having the youth desperately grinding into him.

"Please…please…oh gods…" Hiccup moaned.

"You doing well," Viggo assured, kissing his brow.

Hiccup shook his head. "Something's not right," he whimpered, rotating his hips and trying to find just the right place.

"You're overthinking it. Relax…just relax," Viggo cooed. He had an inkling what was wrong but wanted the boy to say it. "Tell me what you want me to do."

Hiccup gave a whine. "I…"

The door banged open at just the wrong time and a warrior raced in. "Sir! We have a prob…lem…" he stumbled when he came upon the sight before him; the slave boy without his pants, straddling Viggo's lap with the man's thick, long length unmistakeably shoved up his pale freckled ass. "Ah…"

The boy froze in place, his eyes wide and insides tight as memories of the gangbang clenched at his heart.

"Can't you see I'm busy?" Viggo snapped, a hand possessively on Hiccup's hip.

The warrior stared at their joining for a moment before blinking and meeting his leader's gaze. "Yes, sir. No, sir. I mean a dragon got loose, sir. It's terrorizing the men. Ryker can't get control of it. It's a rarity, sir, a Hobblegrunt. It'll be a shame if we have to kill it. The pelt alone…"

"I know what it is worth," Viggo growled, glaring daggers at the man. "Tell Ryker I'll be there shortly." He didn't need to say "get out", the man knew better than to stay and rushed off, slamming the door shut firmly behind him. Sighing, Viggo went to lift Hiccup off him, his libido tapering down. "Sorry, my boy, but…"

"Don't!" Hiccup gasped, his breath hitching. His eyes widened for a split second. He looked at Hiccup, his jaw suddenly slack.

"We don't have time to finish," Viggo said, resigned that his plans to make Hiccup want him were unlikely to happen anytime soon.

"If you do it we will," Hiccup reasoned.

"Hiccup…" Viggo breathed. It was tempting. Very tempting. But there was a dragon running amok and his brother needed him. He kissed the boy's brow before lifting him off his lap. "We'll continue this when I get back," he promised as he stood and fixed his trousers. "Stay here. Eat…drink more wine. I won't be long."

"Wait…I can help," Hiccup offering, fumbling around for his pants.

Viggo shook his head as he reached for the door. "You've never dealt with dragons like these. They can change they colors and blend in with their surroundings."

"Like Changewings. I can handle it. Let me help," Hiccup insisted, struggling to pull the pants on and get the peg leg in place. "Come on, I've been cooped up in here for days."

The man hesitated before turning and regarding the youth, his gaze and face void of emotion. "Alright. Stay at my side and…I shouldn't need to remind you…no funny business or you'll be visiting Ryker tonight."

It was almost enough to make the boy back down and stay in the room but there was a sudden determined look in his emerald gaze that Viggo both respected and worried over. This would be another test of just how far Hiccup had fallen under his control. If he tried to run he wouldn't get far and suffer for it. If he did as he was told then once they returned to their chambers he would be well rewarded.

They hurried through the ship, Hiccup struggling to keep up with the wooden peg leg. Viggo had to constantly stop and wait for him and Viggo didn't often wait for anyone. It was easy to see once they reached the deck what the problem was. The Hunters were on the shore moving crates towards the docked ships but were being stopped by a rainbow colored Hobblegrunt that was leaping on the cages, trying to knock them over while snapping at the men. It was fast though. The men couldn't seem to get a clean shot without accidentally hitting one another. Ryker was cursing and belting out orders as he tried inching his way closer.

"Oh for Thor sake," Viggo grumbled. Any arousal he had felt earlier plummeted as he was faced with the very real possibility of having to wade into this mess and take control of the situation. There was a down side to being a Dragon Hunter while trying to tame a new consort. And the way this dragon was going it will have all the others free in no time. They might have no choice but to kill it.

"Wow…" Hiccup breathed next to him, his eyes bright with wonder. It instantly turned to worry when the dragon gave pained filled cry. "STOP!" he shouted at Ryker, his bravado returning and the dragon trainer returning. "Don't!"

Before Viggo could stop him the boy was jumping over the edge of the ship into the water and wading his way toward shore. "Hiccup!" Viggo snapped before following suit. He easily over took the youth and grabbed his arm. "Get back on the ship," he ordered.

"It's hurt," Hiccup argued, glaring up at him and looking remarkably like his old self. He pulled his arm free. "If I don't stop it they're going to kill it…if it doesn't kill one of them first." He hurried on, yelling for the men to get back as he sloshed onto shore a little short of breath. The peg leg kept slipping out from under him in the water. But he didn't let it stop him as he slowly approached the dragon with his hands raised to show he was unarmed and meant no harm. He spoke softly and gently to the dragon, placing himself between it and the men.

"What is he doing?" Ryker demanded as Viggo made his way toward him, his gaze never leaving Hiccup.

"Saving your ass," Viggo grumbled, not happy that a dragon outwitted his brother and their men. He raised an arm, stopping Ryker from intervening. He needed to see this. He needed to see Hiccup in full action. Those few moments before they captured Hiccup caring for the other dragon wasn't enough to give him the proper sense of the boy's full capabilities.

"Unless anyone failed to notice that's a dragon. Hiccup trains dragons," Dagur called from the far left. He had a net in hand and was inching toward Hiccup and the Hobblegrunt, ready to throw it over the two. "He's going to fly the coop."

"Don't move," Viggo ordered. It was meant not only for Dagur but all the men. His fascination grew as the Hobblegrunt clicked and warbled back at Hiccup until eventually, it let the boy near him and place a hand on its forehead. A moment later the boy was running his hands over its head and along its neck, down its body and over a wing. "It bows to him," Viggo mused, unable to believe how calm the creature was with Hiccup but then the boy never stopped touching it or talking, constantly reassuring the creature. He came up the other side, a dark frown on his lips and clicked and warbled something to the dragon, a warning of some sort before yanking something out of its leg. There was a howl but as quickly as the dragon jerked away Hiccup was right back there soothing it.

"He could make it attack us," Dagur warned, adjusting his grip on the net. "Don't say I didn't warn you."

"I need to put an end to this," Ryker growled, going to move past Viggo.

The younger Grimborn shook his head. "Give him another minute," he advised, his gaze never leaving Hiccup until the dragon was absolutely calm and practically eating out of Hiccup's hands. Then Viggo gestured for Ryker to move behind the dragon and open an empty cage. "Hiccup, have it back into the cage," he called, keeping his voice even and void of emotion. He didn't want to upset the youth and have him turn around and unleash the creature on them or try and take it and escape because surely the thought must have crossed the boy's mind.

Surprisingly, Hiccup did as instructed, not hesitating even once. He walked the dragon into the cage and even closed the door himself before reaching in and giving it one last pet. The moment he stepped back the men took over and sedated the beast as they did all the others for easy transport. However, Hiccup did not look happy about the situation. In one hand he held an arrow, the shaft broken and feathers askew. He strolled toward Ryker but there was no fear and he shoved the arrow into his armored chest. "Since went is a disabled dragon profitable?" he demanded, murder in his eyes rather than fright. They exchange a look before Hiccup turned on his heel and marched toward Viggo.

The younger of the Grimborns smiled widely. He was never so proud of someone and never so turned on by seeing one such as Hiccup stand up to Ryker after all the man had put him through. Hiccup should have been quivering with fright in front of the man but amongst dragons he had regained his backbone and sense of self and it thrilled Viggo just to see it. It was what drew him to Hiccup that first day they met, when the boy proved the rumors barely touched the surface of who he was. Forget aphrodisiacs, watching Hiccup commune with dragons was far more of a turn on.

Viggo was in a rush to return to their chambers once he and Hiccup returned to the ship, leaving Ryker to what he did best and direct the men as they loaded the dragons onto the various ships. They didn't even make it past the door before he pulled Hiccup into his arms and began kissing him with a passion he never felt for another person before. He was desperate and hard and mumbled apologizes as he pushed the boy against the wall and ravished his lips. Hiccup didn't pull away, didn't object. In fact he returned the kisses with just as much passion and gusto, his arms wrapping around Viggo's neck and pulling him close. Viggo grinned against his lips. They had kissed before but not with this passion. He didn't ask permission this time, they really didn't have the breath to form too many words, and shoved Hiccup's trousers down his hips until they pooled on the floor. Hiccup fumbled with Viggo's trouser until the man had to open them himself but Viggo wasn't complaining, they lips barely leaving each other for more than a few moment to catch their breath. Once his aching cock was free he grasped Hiccup's rear and lifted him until the boy wrapped his legs around his waist, his knees pressing tightly to keep his balance. He wasn't quite as light as he looked and Viggo had to split his focus from kissing him, groping that wonderfully tight ass with one hand while fumbling around for some form of lubrication.

"I'm still wet…" Hiccup breathed when they broke away for a moment, his eyes hooded and clouded over with lust. "Just do it."

The man studied him a long moment before pressing a kiss to his lips once more. "I've never been so attracted to someone," he admitted before pressing the head of his cock against Hiccup's puckered hole. Until now he had always been gentle but now he couldn't control himself. He needed Hiccup and Hiccup needed him. Without further ado he braced a hand behind Hiccup's head against the wall while the other help the boy up and then thrust forward and home into that lovely hot body.

Hiccup threw his head back, for the first very vocal as he was filled. "Yes!" he cried, his knees tightening around Viggo. His fingers clawed at the man's shoulders before latching painfully onto the back of his neck and pulling him into another heated kiss. "Harder!"

Viggo wasn't of a mind to even question Hiccup's demands, he simply did it. He pounded into the lithe body, ramming his length as deep as he could go. His hips piston back and forth, harder, faster, all self-control lost in the whore moans and cries Hiccup made as he begged for more, pleaded for it as his nail dug trenches into Viggo's arms, pulled at his hair and grind into him. Viggo kissed and nibbled at Hiccup's swan like throat, suckling a bright purple hicky high on his neck for all to see. "Oh gods," he breathed as his hands slid up Hiccup's tunic to caress him. "You feel so good."

"Harder…please…please…" Hiccup moaned, trying to bounce but not finding a good rhythm. "I'm so close."

Well, Viggo couldn't let him suffer and if harder was what Hiccup wanted then harder was what he would get. He slammed into Hiccup, pounded into his ass with abandon and rejoiced in the screams and cries the boy made as he begged for even more. One would be confused to why after suffering so much abuse, rape and hard treatment Hiccup would want Viggo to be so rough but the thing is, Hiccup had been conditioned to like it. Ryker – and to an extent Dagur, even though the Berserker didn't know it – had been training Hiccup's body to accept rough sex, and clouded the line between pain and pleasure until Hiccup didn't always know the difference. So unless his prostrate was being directly stimulated he needed it deeper and a little harder to get off and right now Viggo couldn't focus on just that little bundle of nerves when his own need was so hard. But then Viggo wasn't always a gentle man and enough rough hard sex as well, not as much as Ryker but rough nonetheless.

He stumbled with Hiccup toward the table and swept off the remaining food and dishes to the floor before dumping Hiccup on it and finding a new position so he could meet both their needs. This was what he wanted earlier but was happy to have been interrupted. It would never have been this passionate. He held Hiccup's legs up as he rammed home once more, going harder and deeper just as the boy asked. But despite his desperation to come he kept his stroked measured now, giving Hiccup exactly what he wanted. It didn't take long before Hiccup lost it and came all over his stomach with a whine. His insides rippled and tightened around Viggo, triggering the man's orgasm as well.

He leaned over Hiccup as he panted and met his lover's hooded gaze. "Are you alright?" he breathed, unable to believe the boy hadn't panicked or had a flashback to the abused Ryker had caused him. But then Ryker did his business and threw Hiccup away like a piece of trash. Viggo could never throw Hiccup away…not anymore.

Hiccup gazed up at him, a lost look on his handsome flushed face. "I'm okay," he murmured but his voice was unsure. He closed his eyes and pressed his cheek into Viggo's hand much as the Hobblegrunt had to Hiccup earlier. He didn't object when he was carried to bed where Snowy was curled up waiting for him. His tunic was pulled over his head and off before he laid down and a few moments later Viggo was pressed against his back. It wasn't quite as comforting as usual or maybe it was Hiccup's mind playing tricks on him. Right now he couldn't quite think straight. His body was humming from the amazing sex they just had. It was nothing short of mind blowing. That wasn't the problem. Viggo wasn't the problem. It was him…it was his body. The times he'd had sex with Viggo before he barely felt anything. It was like his insides were desensitized even with the herbs Viggo fed him and placed inside him meant to increase his libido. He may be young but he wasn't a fool. He knew what aphrodisiacs were and had honestly hoped they would help him. There was nothing worse than being a sex slave and feeling absolutely nothing unless his prostrate was directly stimulated by hand…well fingers. Even when he rode Viggo's cock he knew something was missing. Now he knew what it was and it scared him. He needed rough sex. He needed it deep and hard and he couldn't really fathom why. The only possible explanation came in the form of Ryker and Dagur. Neither of them had ever been gentle to him. They had forced him, made him cum on their terms and generally torn his insides out until he was either bleeding or begging them to stop. Yet most times he came, whether he wanted to or not. It made no sense. Why would he cum when his insides hurt so much? How could pain possibly feel good? Yet it did otherwise he never would have begged Viggo to pound into him just as powerfully and forcefully as Ryker had.

He covered his face with a pillow and fought not to scream as Snowy snuggled against his belly. He was losing his mind. It was the only explanation. This wasn't happening.

Viggo's large hand gently rubbed up and down his side and kissed his shoulder. "You know we should really consider changing your name. Hiccup is not suitable for someone of your caliber." He hummed softly as he took the pillow away and turned Hiccup to face him. "I think it's time you finally had a grown up name," he whispered over Hiccup's lips before claiming them once more, already ready for round two…or was that three given their earlier activities before being so rudely and brilliantly interrupted.

And regardless of the war happening inside Hiccup he found himself giving in to the burning need within once more, completely missing what Viggo had said about a possible name change.