Breaking Point 15

Many considered him rash and never thought before acting but those were the people who really didn't know him. Sometimes Dagur could be a deep thinker and as Savage learned after only a short time working under the young man, when Dagur was quiet and deep in his thoughts he was at his deadliest. And Dagur had been unusually quiet since leaving Viggo's flag ship. A few things had happened in the short time it took for the Berserkers to evacuate the big ship. The Hunters had watched the Berserkers' every move or so it seemed but they missed one crucial thing. Dagur had taken what few worldly possessions he owned from the ship, namely Hiccup's prosthetic leg that Viggo had oh so kindly given him instead of the boy himself. He had quickly stashed it in his bag before heading toward the gangplank to his waiting ship, Ryker's cold gaze on him the entire time. Maybe it was luck or perhaps the gods choose to look upon him favorably that night but something distracted the bald man and at the same time, not far from the gangplank, Dagur spotted Hiccup's beloved little Snowfury. He wasn't sure what possessed him to do it, Dagur was not exactly fond of dragons as pets, but he scooped the little thing up in one arm and took it with him before Ryker even noticed.

Now, hours later, Dagur sat in the haul of his ship at his dining table staring at map and trying to figure out his next step. He wasn't going to let the Grimborn brothers get away with HIS Hiccup. They would suffer for this insult. Hiccup was his. He had always been his since before the boy could even crawl. There was one big problem though, the Berserkers were outgunned. The Hunters were armed to the teeth and could take down a Berserker ship in no time. In fact one ship could easily take out three of his so a frontal attack was out of the question. He tapped at the map with the edge of his knife as he tried to squash the urge to throw it across the room next to Savage's head as the man came to check on him yet again. He didn't bothering answering the man's inane questions. Yes, he was fine. No, Viggo and Ryker were not going to get away with this. And yes, they were going to get Hiccup back. He didn't need to say any of that for it to be clear what the plan was the question was how. How were they getting Hiccup back? Dagur had no clue.

On the fourth time Savage decided to check on him he did throw the knife, just missing the man's head and embedding it in the door so deep that there was no point pulling it out right away. Still, he didn't look up, his focus on the map as he began fingering a braid of Hiccup's hair thoughtfully. If they couldn't attack the Hunters in a frontal assault then they needed to be sneaky. Or maybe they needed a distraction.

An idea began percolating as Snowy clambered on to his shoulder. His first instinct was to shove the little dragon off but he stop, his hand falling on its little paw. He let it be as he traced the route the ship had travelled all the back to where he had last seen Heather. It was a three day journey by ship but only hours by dragon. What was that silly little thing Heather had said they should do to keep in better contact, dragon mail or some nonsense that Hiccup was fond of using. In fact Heather had used it to contact him for their last meeting and while it had annoyed him to no end it did had its uses.

"I wonder if I can train you to go to her," he murmured to Snowy as he lifted the Snowfury off his shoulder to inspect it. His brows furrowed at the goofy look the dragon gave him. "How does Hiccup train dragons?"

The Snowfury had no answer.

. . .

Something Hiccup – Henryk learned quickly was that the Grimborn brothers were polar-opposites of each other in many ways. Ryker was a morning person and up at the break of dawn, fully dressed and in command. Viggo liked to sleep in and usually wasn't up and about until two hours later and took his leisurely time eating and dressing, usually reading reports or studying the Dragon Eye and comparing it to the map where Hiccup had marked the locations of islands he and his friends already visited. They may have been brothers but they were completely different in every way imaginable.

Where Ryker was rough and usually cared more for his own his own needs and delighted in making the boy scream, Viggo was gentle, loving and always made sure Hiccup had the best orgasm possible. Ryker usually did his business and left, unless spending the night in Viggo's room which wasn't very often. Viggo always stayed with Hiccup – Henryk afterwards and made him feel special and adored even loved. But Viggo also loved to watch as his older brother rammed into the boy's core, making him bounce and cry and scream whether in pain or pleasure no one knew for sure, getting off on just watching the two sometimes. It was weird and continued to turn the boy's world upside down and made it incredibly hard to know up from down, pain from pleasure, Hiccup from Henryk.

Although Ryker was an early bird he also liked morning sex and still took great joy in frightening the newest member of their crew whenever he could as if to reinforce that as Hiccup he was a slave and a toy, but as Henryk…well he got a little more respect and consideration. However it didn't sooth the nightmares the youth had almost nightly, if anything Ryker seemed to savor them as he watched the boy twist in turn in his sleep where he slept between Ryker and Viggo. A leering grin plastered his face when the boy would wake calling out for his father like a small frighten child, with those wide terrified emerald eyes that shimmered with tears as the man slid his large hand under the blanket to touch him.

"It's seems Dagur may have been onto something with playing Daddy with you," Ryker purred, groping Hiccup's neither region before rubbing his middle finger along his puckered opening. "Do you miss your Daddy?"

The boy inhaled sharply before trying to be witty. "I can assure you I have no Daddy issues. Okay, I have issues with my Dad but not Daddy issues…not like that," he tried explaining but it fell on deaf ears as the groping got forceful.

"Henryk…" Viggo purred from his side of the bed, staring at him with tired bleary eyes, but it was the use of the new name that made the boy still as if triggering something deep inside Hiccup. "Morning sex is some of the best sex. Open your legs and invite Ryker in, Henryk. You like hot hard sex in the morning." He ran his fingers over the boy's narrow chest and tweaked a nipple.

That's how the boy's morning went. Viggo continuously reinforced the idea that Hiccup was now Henryk and spoke as if they were two completely different people. Hiccup was talked about as if he was a slave that died in captivity, that he couldn't handle what was given to him, that he was too weak to belong, something Hiccup had dealt with from his own tribe from the day he was born until he defeated the Red Death with Toothless. But that was all in the past now. Hiccup was dead as was Toothless and the memory of that life was soon forgotten as Henryk took over. Henryk was different person entirely. Yes, there was still the sometimes rough nearly mind shattering sex from both the brothers and yes, it still hurt sometimes but he liked it even craved it and wasn't so afraid when Ryker approached him out of nowhere wanting him to drop everything to please him because it wasn't just about the brothers' pleasure. No, they went to great lengths to please him as well, be it in Viggo's chambers or the odd time Ryker's – the man preferred his privacy so rarely had Henryk there for more than it took to screw him before sending him on his way. Sometimes it would be in odd places like in the forge where Henryk had been given the freedom to create a new prosthetic of his choosing, be it a peg leg or something more sophisticated like the metal and wooden one Gobber had built him. That was usually Ryker who had taken an interest in the odd things the boy created. Or in the dragon pens after tending to the dragons. That was Viggo. He seemed to get turned on by watching Henryk talk to dragons and how they seemed to bow to the youth as if they were the same species. With Dagur and the Berserkers gone the brothers seemed more at ease and weren't so rushed. Even Ryker seemed more affectionate than brutal tormented. And so it was easy to forget what had happened before and embrace this new life. He had more freedom, could walk on deck without fear of being cornered by Dagur. He could build what he wanted, tame dragons and simply enjoy the wind in his face even if he couldn't fly.

Hiccup was a Dragon Rider.

Henryk was a Dragon Healer.

Everyone reinforced the idea Hiccup was dead. The Hunters all spoke of him in the past tense and addressed the youth as Henryk. No one touched him but guarded him like some precious jewel. They joked with him, made him feel as if he truly belonged among them until he noticed something very wrong one morning that had him tumbling back into his old persona if only for a short time.

"Where's Snowy?" he demanded two days after the Berserkers had departed. He was half under the large bed searching for the elusive dragon. "Snowy? Snowy?" He left the room and began searching the ship, starting with the dragons usual haunts and ending up on deck where Ryker was ordering the men and preparing to trap more dragons. "Where is he? What did you do with Snowy?" he demanded, storming up to the Hunter with sudden bravado. "If you're planning to use him for bait…"

Ryker turned away from the man he was talking to and raise a questioning brow at the boy. "What are you talking about, Henryk?" he asked, clearly annoyed by being interrupted.

But it wasn't Henryk he was dealing with but Hiccup. Hiccup was obsessed with protecting the little Snowfury while Henryk had barely thought of him. "You know what I'm talking about. You threatened to use him as bait countless times. Where is he?"

The man rolled his eyes. He wasn't as good at snapping Hiccup back into Henryk as Viggo was. "I have no idea what you did with your silly pet, Henryk," he said before turning to address the Hunters. He was surprised when the boy suddenly shoved him rather forcefully. Hiccup had only tried attacking him a few times with little success so Ryker wasn't overly worried. He grabbed Hiccup's wrist and held him still while he finished relaying his orders. The men, surprised by the boy's behavior, snapped to attention and went about getting empty cages ready while Ryker dragged Hiccup to the nearest room, which just so happened to be a storage room and pressed him against the wall. "If I had time I'd fuck you so hard I'd break your spine."

The boy glared up at him both defiant and scared. "Where is he?" he demanded one last time, his voice less heated, just realizing the dangerous situation he was in.

"I don't know. No doubt your friend, Dagur took it," Ryker said honestly, his voice calm now, debating between trying to force Henryk's persona back to the surface or enjoying Hiccup one last time. But Viggo was very specific about wanting Henryk being the ruling persona and for Hiccup to be destroyed so that the boy was completely under their control. So rather than stripping the boy's clothing off as he had so many times before he tried something different and kissed him.

The boy stiffened and tried to pull away only to have a solid wall behind him.

"Relax, Henryk," Ryker whispered across his lips. "You want this as much as I do." Then he claimed the boy's lips in their first ever kiss.

At first Hiccup resisted, his hands balling into fists as he tried to push the man away but then something changed, his hands opening and touching the man's pecks as the kiss deepened and he opened his mouth to welcome it. He felt Ryker's lip turn up into a smile as their groins grind together.

"Are you up for a quickie, Henryk?" the man whispered in his ear, taking a page from Viggo's book and letting Henryk feel as if he was in charge.

"Uh…huh…yeah," Henryk whispered, answering as he had been conditioned to, to accept either Viggo or Ryker whenever they wanted him. "Please…" His head fell back against the wall as the man's lips peppered kisses down the side of his throat.

"That's my boy," Ryker chuckled, his hand slipping over the back of the boy's tight leather trousers. It took only a moment to undo the ties, slide the pants down the youth's legs and bent him over a crate. They only had a few minutes before he had to leave with his men for the hunt but he took enough time to spit in his palm, spread it over his hard length and stretch the boy just enough to accept him. It was quick, hard and deep just like they both liked it. It didn't take much to make Ryker cum; Henryk could take a pounding and not flinch now. If anything he asked for more, even begged for it. He was a perfect little puppet to play with.

When they were done, Ryker ruffled Henryk's hair and looked him over with sudden curiosity. "Are you any good with a sword, Henryk?" He smirked at the double meaning of those words because the boy was very good with HIS sword. But the blank look on the boy's face said it all. As Henryk he had no knowledge of fighting where Hiccup no doubt had been trained since he could walk to use a sword or some form of blade. Those skills would still be there regardless of the personality at the forefront of the boy's mind. He drew a thumb along the boy's cheek. "Then I will teach. You will learn to take down men more than twice your size, Henryk. Of course, you will never lift a weapon toward Viggo or me but fight for us no matter who your opponent is." He pressed his lips over one of Henryk's eyes. This reinforcing of new persona was a pain but if he could twist this boy into something other than just a sex toy – which he greatly enjoyed – but also a deadly fighting machine than Henryk would be utterly perfect.

Load and behold Viggo approved of this new training and Ryker's hunch was right, Henryk had a natural talent with a sword. He could hold his own for the most part, ducking and weaving, deflecting blows when he can and using techniques only one with advance swordsmanship training could pull off. It would be a lie to say he didn't get hurt, it was a natural downside when training with weapons but it was nothing serious, a few nicks and lacerations, a sprained wrist but once he had a new prosthetic legs built with spring and foot, he moved much more gracefully until at times he was nearly impossible to catch and both Ryker and Viggo, in fact the entire ship, were impressed by him. In fact catching him was half the fun and bother brothers revelled in the excitement it brought them that led to some of the most passionate sex, usually threesomes, they had so far. So sword fighting was added to his list of duties, replacing cleaning and manual labor in favor strengthening their bond and ensuring Henryk need and desire for them as much as they had come to want and need him. It wasn't long before the part that was Hiccup was buried under the growing layers of Henryk.

. . .

The riders rejoined Stoick and Astrid on Dragons Edge. They didn't have much to work with but Harold had given Stoick a new sample to track Dagur by. Not much, just a hair sample that Harold managed to steal when Alvin loped the Berserker's chief's hair off before throwing him in prison. It was the long braid that once adorned the boy's head. But it had been better preserved than the helmet and placed in a chest. It was still over three years old but it was the best thing they had. Stoick felt like kicking himself for not going to Harold sooner but quite frankly the Hooligans and Berserkers were not exactly on friendly terms and the fact the man had helped him at all was a blessing from the gods. Whether it was enough to help them was another question.

He waited to until all the riders were gathered before taking a deep breath and pulling the sample from the pouch on his belt. He presented it to Skullcrusher. "Please, my friend. Find Dagur and we'll find Hiccup," he begged, feeling as weak and frightened for his son as he had the day Hiccup had nearly died battling the Red Death with Toothless. He was losing hope and he knew the riders and Toothless were as well. He could see it in the young adults' eyes, and the way they gathered around him and how the Nightfury hung back, the saddest most broken expression on his face. It had been almost two months with no sign of Dagur or Hiccup or even the Hunters. Hope was running thin and if they didn't find Hiccup this time then there may be no Hiccup to find.

It was a father's worse nightmare. To lose a child in battle or to an accident or illness was hard enough but at least there was a body to bury or send to Valhalla but when that child was lost and there was no body, no way to know if they were dead or alive it was soul crushing. There was no way to say good bye and a part of you would always want to believe that maybe they are out there somewhere. Stoick wanted to believe but even he couldn't hold on to hope forever.