Breaking Point 13
Tracking Dagur proved almost as impossible as tracking Hiccup. The scent in the helmet was too old and Skullcrusher ended up flying to in random patterns, zigzagging through the Archipelago like a dragon drunk on dragon root. After a nearly a days of searching Stoick gave up with the helmet. They needed a more direct source, something hopefully not so faded with time. There was only one possible place to find that…if there was anything left to find. But for this he had to go alone or with as few riders as possible so he sent them home. To Berk or the Edge it didn't matter. He would continue the search without them and right now that search would take him to Berserk and the place Dagur called home.
"I wish I had better news for you, Stoick," Harold the Grim, Dagur's uncle and regent of the Berserkers said when Stoick met with him on the Island of Berserk. They walked together through the plaza, Astrid, Skullcrusher and Toothless trailing close behind. "Berserk is presently under Outcast rule. Dagur is not fool enough to come home until he has an army large enough to defeat Alvin and his Whispering Deaths, or more accurately his Screaming Death. That's most likely why he teamed up with these Hunters your Shield Maiden spoke of."
"Yes, but why separate Hiccup and Toothless and send the Nightfury north?" Stoick asked, still rather perplex by his son's disappearance.
The acting chieftain hummed softly. "That would not have been my nephew's doing. He would tried to take the dragon for himself or kill it to break Hiccup not send it away where there's a chance it may escape or be rescued and come back for him. He glanced over his shoulder toward Astrid then lowered his voice so only Stoick could hear him. "I warned you when Dagur captured you that he would do anything to make Hiccup his…anything. He is in love with your boy but he doesn't understand what love is and he lashes at what he doesn't understand."
"Lust and love are two different things, Harold," Stoick countered, his voice just as low. "Dagur doesn't love, he destroys."
Harold said nothing to that. He stared out over the ocean with a frown. "Don't underestimate him, Stoick. When Dagur feels strongly about something he won't stop under he has it…and that includes your boy. I wish I could have been more help." He placed a hand on Stoick's shoulder as he turned to leave. "Good luck, my friend."
Stoick watched him leave, not happy by the other man's words, the same words he had been told over three years ago when he was held captive by Dagur. The fact was that no matter how much Harold loved his nephew, Dagur was a maniac, deranged and insane and incapable of love. Dagur did not love Hiccup. No, he wanted to possess Hiccup, own him, enslave him. He was a child jealous of a toy and either had to own it or destroy it. Toothless was that toy so now that he was out of the picture what could Dagur possibly want other than terrorize Hiccup? Stoick shuddered to think that the young chieftain might do to his son. If he dared harm a single hair on Hiccup's head Stoick would kill the little bastard as he should have years earlier.
. . .
The Hobblegrunt was placed on Viggo's flag ship and into a pen near the front of the ship. It had been injured when the Hunters tried to catch it and the arrow they used was not coated in the typical poison that disabled and brought them down. Whether this was by design or neglect didn't matter; the dragon was injured and Hiccup it his job to take care of it. It had taken a while for him to convince Viggo to let him care for the dragon but with a little cunning, grovelling, and well…making sure the man had one of the best early morning orgasms in recent history, Hiccup got what he wanted. He was equipped with a basket full of medical supplies, antibiotics, soothing creams and rolls of bandages. And of course there was the entourage of guards that followed him whenever Viggo was busy with his own duties.
"You sure about this?" one of the guards asked as he unlocked the metal cell door. "That's a wild dragon, lad. If we lock you in and it attacks we may not be able to get to you in time."
"I'll be fine," Hiccup assured. He took a deep breath as the door was opened and stepped inside. The guard hesitated only a moment before shutting the door behind him and locking it.
"Shouldn't one of us be in there with him?" another guard asked anxiously. "Viggo'll kill us if anything happens to him."
"Be my guest," the first responded, stepping back from the cell, one hand on his bow with an arrow already drawn from his quiver should the Hobblegrunt attack the boy. Of course the other guard made no move to enter the cell with Hiccup. Neither were fool enough to handle an injured dragon.
But Hiccup wasn't a Hunter, he was a dragon trainer and caring for dragons was what he did. He spoke calming to the dragon in Dragonese, letting it sniff him as he did the night before and waiting until it made the first move and gave the all clear for him to proceed. He moved slowly, always keeping physical contact, always talking until he reached the old bloodied wrappings he had hurried placed on the dragon the night before. It was a daunting task unwrapping the cotton, washing and cleaning the wound then rewrapping without harming the beast but he took his time and chattered away about nothing. Memories of doing this with Toothless after a battling Dagur filled him and while it wasn't exactly his favorite memory it did bring a smile to his lips. He hummed softly as he worked and when he was done gestured for the men to bring in the big barrel of fish he promised the dragon in exchange for letting him take care of it.
That was how Dagur found him, sitting on the ground and feeding the dragon by hand.
"Hey," Dagur said in way of greeting rather than making some grand gesture or speech as was his norm. He glanced toward the guards, noting they had turned their weapons on him rather than the dragon that could easily eat Hiccup. "Can I have a word with my brother? In private?"
"Lad?" the first guard asked Hiccup.
The dragon trainer kept his face school and focused on the Hobblegrunt. "We're not brothers," he answered automatically.
Dagur rolled his eyes. "Hiccup."
The youth met his gaze and it was a look Dagur didn't like. "And I have nothing to say to him." He looked away and cooed at the Hobblegrunt.
"You heard the boy," the second guard said. He gestured with his head toward the exit. "You better go."
Dagur was silent for a moment as he sized up both men. "Really? Are you going to make me?"
Before either man could lash out he attacked, punching the first man before twisting and slamming his elbow into the second. He followed that up by quickly disarming them and kicking them in the head each but he didn't count on how cunning the first guard was and before Dagur could get his hands on the key it was slid under the door and to Hiccup who quickly took possession of it. He made sure to stay far from the bars and out of Dagur's reach.
"Hiccup, open the door," Dagur ordered, kicking one of the men out of the way.
Hiccup glared at him. "Why? You miss keeping me warm at night? Or are you just looking for a good fuck?"
The words sounded wrong coming from Hiccup and for a few minutes all Dagur could do was stare at him. It was like looking at a different person. Hiccup had always been defiant and witty and filled to the brim with sarcasm. At least the old Hiccup, his Hiccup had been. This Hiccup was nearly that Hiccup again but the hair was wrong, the hate and disgust was wrong. He looked older and weary. The only thing that hadn't really changed was his obsession with dragons.
"I wasn't exactly going to put it like that," Dagur answered, rolling his eyes as if Hiccup was being childish. "I simply came to take back what's mine."
Hiccup gave a snort. "I don't belong to you, Dagur. I never did."
"Yes, you do. We belong together," Dagur insisted, his voice raising an octave with growing annoyance. He couldn't believe they were even having this discussion. He frowned when he noticed a mark on Hiccup's neck. "What's that?" he demanded.
"What's what?" Hiccup asked, turning his focus back to the Hobblegrunt.
"On your neck, what is that? Is that a hickie?"
Hiccup paused what he was doing and placed a hand over his neck where the skin was still a little tender. "It's nothing."
"Who did that? Who's been touching you?"
"That's none of your concern. Dagur, just go away."
"Tell me who's been touching you!" the Berserker demanded, his voice taking a high whining pitch. All it got him was an angry glare from Hiccup. He took a deep breath and tried a different tactic and glanced around. "Look, forget about it. It's not important right now. Stop being a brat and unlock the door. If we hurry we can…"
"Can what?" Viggo asked and Dagur suddenly found the sharp edge of a sword pressed against the side of his neck. "What are you doing, Dagur?"
Dagur's hands clenched and unclenched but he kept his focus on Hiccup. "Taking back what's mine."
"Really?" Viggo purred, his gaze flicking toward Hiccup. "That would suggest Hiccup would have a slave mark naming him yours. Do you have such a mark, Hiccup?"
"No," the dragon trainer said firmly.
Dagur's eyes darkened. "We're brothers," he insisted.
Again Viggo looked to Hiccup for confirmation.
Again Hiccup said, "No."
"Well there we go," Viggo purred, withdrawing his sword. "He doesn't belong to you. I suggest you apologise to my men and find something better to do than harass the Dragon Whisperer. Consider this your last warning. I will not give you another one."
Dagur exchanged a pleading look with Hiccup but the Hooligan was like stone, his features hard as he glared back at him. This was not the Hiccup Dagur knew and loved. It was like a stranger was looking at him and Dagur didn't like it at all. He opened his mouth, wanting to make Hiccup see sense and remember that he only served one master and that was Dagur. Viggo didn't deserve him. He didn't know Hiccup like Dagur did. He didn't know what turned Hiccup on like he did or how to make him squeal in ecstasy. Hiccup needed to be reminded of that but it wasn't something Dagur could do in front of Viggo or his idiot followers. He needed to get Hiccup alone.
"Fine," he grumbled, his gaze steady as he looked at Hiccup. He opened his mouth to say more but decided against it. Instead he gave one of the guards another hard kick before remembering his manners and uttered a not so heart felt sorry.
Viggo waited until Dagur was gone before sheathing his sword and turning toward Hiccup. "Are you alright?" he asked, carefully walking around his men who were in various stages of consciousness.
"I'm fine," Hiccup answered quickly, his gaze shifting to the downed guards. "Are they alright?"
Surprised, Viggo took a moment to check on both men, making sure they were both alive and with minimal injuries. The fact that Hiccup was concerned about them showed great compassion. "They'll be alright," he assured as he stood. He gave Hiccup a moment to take everything that had just happened all in. "Do you want to let me in?" he asked, his voice soothing.
The boy hesitated and placed a hand on the Hobblegrunt's head and gently stroked the frill before nodding. He walked up to the door, reached through the bars and stuck the key in the lock. With a twist he unlocked the door and pulled it open. "Just no sudden moves. His leg is pretty bad. That's why he went nuts last night. That and dragon don't like being hunted or caged. No one does."
Viggo took a deep breath but didn't try arguing why the Hunters did what they did. They had many long discussions about it already and neither of their views had changed but they did have a better understanding of one another. Surprisingly, Hiccup locked them in just as the men did before.
"Why..?" Viggo began, a little confused by the youth's actions.
"He already caused you guys chaos once, I'd rather keep him safe then have Ryker go ballistic and kill him. Now just don't move," Hiccup instructed, staying between the man and dragon. He waited until the Hobblegrunt calmed down before reaching behind him and taking one of Viggo's hands and lifting it for the dragon to sniff. "Keep your hand open and don't pull away."
"Hiccup, what are you..?" Viggo began, utterly confused and maybe a little frighten when he felt the hot breath of the Hobblegrunt over his fingers.
"Let him smell you. Dragons are the most amazing and loyal creatures. You don't have to hunt them. They don't need to be sold to the highest bidder as weapons or food or for their pelts. They're so much more," Hiccup told him, recounting an argument they had a few days earlier.
Viggo sighed and was about to pull his hand away when he felt a warm snout nuzzle against his hand. His usual argument was caught in his throat and he stared at the dragon in shock. He had touched many dragons before, gutted more than his share over the years, but never before had he touched one like this.
He didn't notice when Hiccup let go of his hand and sat back when a happy little smile on his face. It was the happiest the boy had been in a very long time and made him feel almost like himself again. They sat together with the Hobblegrunt for quite some time before the dragon finally pulled away. Viggo stayed still for only another moment or two before quietly telling Hiccup it was time to go. There was much he wanted to discuss with the boy but it was best done in private.
He stood and offered his hand to Hiccup, helping the youth to his feet. Together they walked down the corridor in silence, Viggo in deep thought while Hiccup kept giving him sideways looks or glancing at the ground. "I'm sorry about Dagur," he said, feeling the need to apologize for the Berserker's actions as he used to when they were kids and he was desperate for the other's friendship. It was automatic and he felt small and childish after saying it. Dagur had abused him for weeks after he was first captured so why did he care? After all he had pretty much told Dagur to fuck off only a few minutes ago. "He's been like this since we were kids."
Viggo sighed. "Oh Hiccup…I really wish you hadn't said anything," he breathed. "I wanted to discuss this in private."
"What's wrong? Please tell me this has nothing to do with my time on deck this afternoon…you promised." He glanced at the ground, realizing how childish he just sounded. "Sorry."
Another sigh escaped Viggo. He sounded resigned and maybe a little tired, something Hiccup wasn't used to hearing. All of a sudden he stopped and turned Hiccup around, placing both hands on Hiccup's shoulders and looking him in the eye when the boy raised his head. "Hiccup, we got word from the north that several of our ships were attacked and destroyed, all crew and cargo lost." He waited a moment for Hiccup to take this in.
Hiccup searched the man's gaze, confused as to why Viggo would be telling him this…unless the man simply needed to get it off his chest. "I…"
Viggo hushed him. "Hiccup, the ship transporting your Nightfury was one of them. He never made it to the Northern Traders. I sent word to have him rerouted here but…"
The boy's eyes widened. "Wait…what are you saying?"
Viggo hesitated a moment. "I'm sorry, he went down with the ship. No man or dragon survived."
"No…" Hiccup breathed in shock, tears welling up in his eyes. "That's not possible. Toothless…he can't…you have to be wrong." He pushed away from the man, his body trembling as he racked his hands through his hair. Ryker had forbidden him for so much as utter a word about Toothless of his friends and family except when he was being interrogated and now…now he learns his best friend had died, had gone down chained to a ship like…like he almost did years ago when he was chained to his father's ship when Vikings and dragons were still enemies. All he saw in his mind's eye was desperately fighting to free Toothless while they were underwater and both of them nearly drowning. "No…this can't be happening."
"Hiccup…"
"I…I need to…I've got to sit down," the boy managed, limping toward their chamber. His breathing was rapid and hitched as tears rolled down his cheeks.
Viggo didn't stop him or offer words of sympathy. He simply watched with a calculating look in his dark brown eyes.
"How did he take it?" Ryker asked, his voice a deep rumble as he stepped next to his younger brother.
"As expected," Viggo answered, a tiny smile lifting the corner of his mouth. "Do you have it?"
"Aye. Took a while to figure out what junk pile it was thrown in but we have it," Ryker confirmed. He folded his thick arms over his chest. "You sure this'll do the trick? I can take another round or two out of him if you like."
"That won't be necessary. He'll be completely ours by sunset." He patted Ryker's arm. "Bring it to my chambers in a few minutes. Hiccup is going to need a little comforting before the last ties to his old life are finally cut." Leaving Ryker to gather the evidence needed to finally and completely break Hiccup, Viggo went to comfort his boy.
He found Hiccup in their chamber, stomping around, knocking stuff over and cursing as he vented his anger and frustration. Viggo stayed by the door and let him be. He had yet to see the boy truly act out like this or be so destructive but it was a necessary step and so he left Hiccup to his own devices until the youth noticed him and calmed down if only just a little. The wild look in the boy's eyes was a wondrous sight.
"Who…who attacked the ships?" Hiccup demanded, the question burning every fiber of his being.
"That doesn't matter," Viggo said gently, studying the overturned table and chairs.
"Who did this?" Hiccup yelled, his hands bunched into fists as he glared at Viggo. "Please, I need to know."
Viggo regarded him for a long time. "And what would you do with that knowledge? Hunt them down? Kill them all?"
Rage danced in the boy's eyes. "Yes."
"Really? You can barely walk. You no longer have a dragon…"
"I can train another dragon…" He choked on the last word, his body shaking again. "I just…I need to know."
"No, you don't. Hiccup, you're better not knowing." Viggo approached him then and wrapped his arms around the youth and drew him close. "Revenge won't bring him back. Trust me, I know these things." He held Hiccup a little tighter when the door opened and Ryker came stomping in.
"What in Hel happened here?" Ryker demanded as he looked for a place to dump the crate of gear he had just lugged in.
Hiccup tensed in Viggo's arms. "Nothing important," Viggo answered, rubbing the boy's back. "Just put that…anywhere." He nodded in front of the upturn table.
Ryker rolled his eyes and dropped the crate, startling Hiccup. "Here's the junk they savaged. Have at it."
"Really?" Viggo questioned, rolling his own eyes at his brother's lack of tack. He took a deep breath before stepping back from Hiccup and rubbing the boy's arms. "One of the surviving ships found these amongst the wreckage. I thought it best you have them so you can give your Nightfury a proper send off."
A horrid whine came from deep in Hiccup's throat when his gaze fell upon a torn prosthetic tailfin, twisted metal and broken straps of leather. "Oh Gods," he breathed, the contents of the box unmistakable. He placed a hand in front of his mouth as he neared the soiled and destroyed flight gear he had built for Toothless. Some had smears of blood across them. He fell to his knees in horror and bent of the box, cradling the tailfin and holding it to his chest as he cried.
It took quite some time for the youth to calm down enough for Viggo to attempt talking to him. He took Hiccup away from the box and assured him that he could do whatever he wanted with the destroyed gear, supporting whatever decision he made. Hiccup sat on the bed – the only thing he couldn't throw or upturn in his tantrum – while Viggo's servant went about cleaning the room and returning everything to normal. Viggo sat with Hiccup while Ryker hovered about in the background, a silent sentry in case Hiccup lost it again.
"I'm sorry for your loss," Viggo started soothingly. "I had honestly hoped the ship would have returned by now. I wanted the Nightfury to be a surprise, to show how much I've come to adore you and how much I want you to stay by my side."
Hiccup rubbed at his eyes. "I don't understand. Who would attack your ships…if it was my riders they would have freed Toothless and the other dragons. They'd sink a ship or two but they always make sure the crew can swim to safety."
Ryker gave a snort. "It wasn't your precious riders," he grumbled, leaning against the table that was now right side up. "Bloody Berserker trash. I told you we shouldn't have allowed that brat to join us." He kicked the box in disgust. "Now we're down almost forty dragon and over a hundred Hunters and we're supposed to play friendly with them?"
"Ryker!" Viggo snapped, glaring at him.
"Dagur did this?" Hiccup asked, disbelief echoing in his voice.
Ryker gave another snort. "Damn right."
"Maybe," Viggo argued. "We don't know for certain what happened." He passed Hiccup the tankard of mead they had been sharing. Hiccup's hands were shaking too much to hold onto it for long so he drank deeply from Viggo's. "It's not something you need to worry about right now. We're investigating the situation."
"I just…I can't believe this is happening," Hiccup breathed. He had suffered for weeks, been raped and tortured and interrogated and forced into slavery. He had done everything he had been asked to do to assure the safety of his family and tribe, the dragons and especially Toothless and for what? Now Toothless was dead and his tribe hadn't even made an attempt to save him. Not one rider. Not his father. No one. It had been depressing him for weeks but he had chalked it up to the fact the ship was always moving. Yet his father rode a Rumblehorn, the Tracker of the dragon species. He should have been able to locate him and Toothless within days of their abduction yet here he was and now Toothless was dead. Why? Did his tribe finally decide he wasn't a suitable heir and abandon him? Did his friends no longer care for him? No more tears feel but whatever little bit of hope he had been holding onto vanished, crumbled and destroyed like the contents of the crate.
He must have spoken his thoughts out loud as he bent over his knees trying not to be sick.
"I'm sorry, Hiccup," Viggo soothed. "This must be hard to take in. Do you want some time alone?"
The boy shook his head. He was tired of being alone. He wanted his friends and his father but they obviously didn't want him anymore. He wanted Toothless but Toothless...Toothless was gone. "No…" he pleaded. "I just…I need to get a handle on this," he explained, struggling to calm his racing heart and rapid breathing. He stood and started pacing, unable to stay still any longer. "They're not coming for me."
"With the exception of Dagur, no one has made any demands for your freedom," Viggo confirmed.
"No even one rider spotted," Ryker added.
Hiccup nodded, expecting as much after so long. "Too…" He swallowed. "He's gone."
"Yes," Viggo confirmed again. He stood and gently took Hiccup from behind, stilling him and pressing his lips to the back of his head. "They're not coming, Hiccup. Your tribe abandoned you," he said, repeating and reinforcing the words and thoughts Hiccup already had. "But I'm here. We're here. And we won't leave you. We're you're new family."
"I'm not a Hunter," Hiccup reminded him but his emotions were too open and bare to care anymore and a part of him clung to the words Viggo uttered to him, so sweet, so soothingly, and with so much promise that it was the only hope he had left.
Viggo rubbed his arms, patient as ever with Hiccup. "I'm not asking you to be. I'm asking you to care for our dragons as you have been the Hobblegrunt. They need someone like you to care for them and love them as you did your Toothless. I can't give him to you but I can give you them instead." He gently squeezed the boy. "I'm offering you a chance to start a new life…with a new name of your choice, no longer a slave or a mere consort but as my mate and my advisor. You will be loved and treasured as you always should have been."
Hiccup opened his mouth to object but found he couldn't. Why should he? Yes, he had been tortured and beaten and raped and they were all horrible things that he never wanted to experience ever again but Viggo had showed him kindness and taught him so much about dragons he never knew. It wasn't a trade-off, it never could be, but it was better than not being wanted. Viggo desired him, maybe even loved him and Hiccup wanted him as well. It felt good to be wanted.
He wiped at his eyes, hating having his emotions so bare to the world. "Yeah," he whispered. "It's not like I'm going anywhere."
He felt Viggo nod behind him. "Have you considered what we discussed last night, about changing your name?"
Hiccup gave another nod. He had thought about it not just last night but numerous times throughout his life. Hiccup meant mistake and runt in his tribe and it was a name he always hated and tried convincing his father to let him change it many times. Of course Stoick always claimed to like the name and that it suited Hiccup before reassuring him he wasn't a mistake just small for his age. Now he was average size and build for his age, even taller than his cousin Snotlout who had been his biggest tormented when he was growing up so it only seemed right that he had a more appropriate name, wasn't it? Especially if he was starting a new life like he wanted to be Toothless when he was fifteen. That seemed like a life time ago now.
Picking a new name wasn't very easy. There were thousands to choose from and both Viggo and Ryker had their own thoughts on the subject. It felt weird having Ryker involved. For once the man wasn't snarling at him or ordering him about or trying to shove anything down his throat. He was almost normal and that was almost just as scary as or scarier than all the abuse he had administered. They debated for a long time, hours maybe as food and drink was brought to them. When you've had one name all your life replacing it with a new one that you felt comfortable enough to use every day was a challenge. That and the brothers seemed more interested in finding Hiccup a new name than he was.
When a name was found and finally agreed upon it was not a simple matter of taking on a new name, no, it was a grand affair that involved new clothing and another hair cut to "straighten it out" and all whole lot of pampering and bathing and all sorts of ritualistic things that made no sense but seemed to make the brothers happy.
In early evening, when the sun was just setting over the horizon and turning the sky into brilliant shades of pink and red, the brothers brought Hiccup to the upper deck and called for the attention of every man on the ship.
"Listen up!" Ryker yelled over the noise of men. "Viggo has an announcement."
"Great, we're off to another island in search of dragons," Dagur grumbled, bored with the dragon hunts. They weren't killing any or training them to battle and take control of rival tribes. Catching them and selling them for a profit was just boring. There was little challenge or reward in Dagur's opinion. He leaned against the mast next to Savage and glared up at the Hunter's leader but his gaze quickly shifted when he spotted Hiccup standing next to the man. The Hooligan heir looked different. His hair was even shorter, not as bad as Viggo's but still not himself, and his clothing was new, black leather trousers replaced his normal green ones and his tunic matched. If that wasn't enough of a change the fact that Hiccup was standing straight and appeared full of confidence was. He wasn't frightened or looking around nervously, instead he seemed almost in control and maybe a little angry when he met Dagur's gaze. "What's going on?" Dagur asked Savage in confusion.
Savage shrugged. "I don't know, sir."
"Hunters and Berserkers," Viggo called out over the masses. "It pleases me to announce the newest member of our tribe and our first ever Dragon Whisperer and doctor, Henryk Grimborn!" He grasped Hiccup's hand and raised it in the air to the cheers of the Hunters and many of the Berserkers.
"What?" Dagur gasped, pushing off the mast and staring up at him in confusion. He looked to Savage in disbelief, hoping he had heard wrong.
"Hendrik will be treated with the utmost respect," Viggo continued, his arm now around Hiccup possessively. "And as such we will honor the death of his former persona and send him and the remains of his beloved Nightfury companion to Valhalla with full colors. Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Third was a great opponent and he will be honored." A small grin lit his face as he pressed his lips to Hiccup's brow but his gaze was for Dagur, a slap to the face that clearly said Hiccup was his and no one else. A moment later he gestured with one arm toward long boat hanging off the side of the ship. Immediately two men tended to it and lowered the ship and its contents into the water, which were the scattered remains of the tailfin and flight gear as well as Hiccup's old and tattered clothing.
Ryker handed Hiccup – now Henryk – a bow and arrow while another man held a torch out for the youth to light the tip of the arrow shaft. Then the boy set the arrow in the bow and drew back the string as he took aim at the floating long boat.
"With this arrow you forsake pass life and embrace your future with us," Viggo announced.
The Hunters cheered.
The Berserkers seemed confused and Dagur was fuming as he watched Viggo touch Hiccup a little too intimately, his hand running down Hiccup's arm before letting him go to fire the arrow. The bow sprung, the arrow flew, flying in a perfect arch and landing slam smack in the middle of the boat. It took a few minutes before the ship went up in flames.
Hiccup – no Henryk – stared out at the ship for a long time as it burned. A party broke out around him. Mead was passed around and men patted his shoulders as they congratulated him and welcomed him to their fold. But he felt nothing, no remorse, no sorrow. He felt completely blank as he said good bye to his old life and everything he ever knew. From the corner of his eye he saw Dagur trying to get to him but the crowd of celebrating men hampered his way. Henryk paid him no mind as Viggo wrapped an arm around him and steered him away from the men for a private celebration to welcome his new life.
NOTE: Thank you to jayalaw for Hiccup's new name. She suggested Henrik which I loved, I just needed to change the "i" to a "y" for my own twisted reasons.
Next chapter will be a hot and steamy threesome that I wanted to take onto this chapter but decided to give it its own because I'm tired and want to get this posted tonight instead of waiting one or two more days. Plus I want to dedicate a whole chapter to this particular sex scene and the reinforcement used to turn Hiccup into Henryk.