Breaking Point 17

The island Windshear took them was the remains of an ancient volcano now dormant. Over the centuries it had sprouted life what once was its mouth, a paradise of forage, waterfalls, and vegetation. It sustained numerous wildlife including dragons but what made it really special was the fact that unlike most habitable islands this one was extremely tall, sheer cliffs skyrocketing hundreds of feet into the sky. It was not an easy climb to reach the crater that housed the wildness of the island. And if that wasn't enough to deter any approaching ships the coral reef hidden barely below the shallow clear waters that while plainly visible, were hard to distinguish the depth of under the shadows of the many, many sea stacks. It was where Heather had made her most recent camp. She had given Savage instructions on how to safely approach the island without encountering the reef and to anchor down in the shadows between the sea stacks and the island itself. He was to send dragon mail once the Berserkers were safely moored.

They landed close to Heather's camp next to a fresh water river. Dagur clambered off Windshear's back first while Heather held Hiccup in place, the boy surprisingly still unconscious. Once Dagur was down he carefully lowered Hiccup to the ground, treating him as if he was some delicate flower which took his sister by surprise. Dagur and Heather had been estranged most of their lives and were still getting to know each other but as far as Heather knew Dagur and Hiccup were enemies but the way her brother was treating the dragon rider now it seemed like something more which didn't make sense considering Hiccup had attacked him on the ship.

"What happened to him?" she asked, sliding off Windshear's back to help her brother. "I mean, other than you punching him?"

Dagur sighed as he arranged Hiccup on the ground. He hadn't told Heather anything other than the fact that Hiccup had been captured by the Grimborn brothers. He didn't tell her about his hand in the whole situation only that Hiccup had been tortured and beaten and was needed to be rescued. Heather had been reluctant to help thinking that Dagur only wanted Hiccup to abuse himself but after her ordeal with the brothers she simply couldn't leave Hiccup in either Ryker's or Viggo's hands.

"I don't know," Dagur answered before snatching the saddle bag off Windshear, up turning it and dumping the contents out before sticking it under Hiccup's head. He gave his sister a look when she went to object to her stuff being dumped all over the place. "Viggo's a manipulative bastard," he growled.

"You're telling me," she grumbled, throwing her stuff in her tent. "You okay?"

"No, this is all my fault," he answered but didn't go into detail about how or why. He covered Hiccup in the blanket Heather offered him. Standing, he looked around. Heather assured him this spot was easily defendable about he had his doubts. It was only them up there and while it wasn't overly large it was still them against the Hunters. As much as he wanted to have faith in Savage and his Berserkers he simply couldn't, not this time. "Okay, what do you have in way of defenses?"

"What, sheer cliffs and a deep hidden crater filled with dragons isn't enough of a defense?" Heather retorted with a roll of her eyes. "Don't worry, they're not going to find us. Savage is taking a roundabout route and won't be here for hours and neither Viggo nor Ryker ride dragons so it's unlikely anyone will spot us. Even if we did start a fire they will mistake this island for an active volcano."

"Maybe," Dagur muttered, still not certain. He didn't like it. He wasn't used to not being able to defend himself. All he had on him as maybe a dozen knives and one sword but he felt utterly naked without his ship and catapults. He had spent almost every day on the sea since escaping the prison on Outcast Island. There had to be a better way to defend this place.

"Hey!" Heather suddenly cried out.

When Dagur whirled around he wasn't prepared for what he saw. Hiccup, peace loving, dragon coddling Hiccup, was now wide awake, on his feet and had grabbed Heather from behind with her double bladed axe to her throat. When and how he managed to disarm her and grab her was beyond Dagur but he was both impressed and strangely terrified. He had gotten his little sister back a few months ago and that big brother urge to beat the snot out of anyone who threatened her gripped him. Except this was Hiccup, HIS Hiccup hold his sister hostage.

"Where the hell am I?" Hiccup demanded but it wasn't Hiccup. He sounded different, far more hostile than ever before, which was so strange because while Hiccup did have a temper and as was stubborn as hell he would never harm someone, especially a friend which Heather was.

Heather tried turning her head to look at him. "Hiccup?" she asked, clearly confused.

He ignored her and glared at Dagur, clearly challenging the Berserker. "Where am I?" he demanded once more.

Normally Dagur would face such a challenge head on. Maybe kick Hiccup's ass for even thinking he could take him on but Heather was between them which changed everything. He had to play it cool. "Safe," he began, giving his friendliest smile which may have been just a little too wide. "You're safe now. A thank you is usually in order not a knife to my sister's throat. How about you put that down before someone gets hurt?"

A strange snot escaped Hiccup. "Safe? From who?"

"Ah…Ryker and Viggo?" Dagur answered a little bewildered. He sighed, cocked his hip and folded his arms across his chest. "Okay, Hiccup. Game time's over. Let Heather go."

The younger boy stared at him for a long time and that was when Dagur noticed something wrong with the Hooligan's eyes. They seemed darker, almost like the eyes of a stranger. They went nicely with the short hair but just like the hair looked wrong on him. He shoved Heather toward Dagur. "You have no idea what you're talking about," he sneered before looking around, idly twirling the double bladed axe in one hand. "I'll repeat: where am I?"

Dagur caught his sister, both surprised by Hiccup's actions. He steadied her before stepping protectively in front of her. "Hiccup," he snapped, not impressed.

To his surprise the Hooligan rolled his eyes. "Viggo's right, you are dense," he purred, a faint amused smile lifting his lips.

The Berserker frowned. "Excuse me?" he managed, just holding his temper in check. His hands balled into fists.

"Hiccup…" Heather tried, placing a calming hand on her brother's bicep.

"Must be a family thing," Hiccup teased.

"Okay, I might not have hit him hard enough," Dagur growled, stepping away from Heather.

His sister grabbed his arm a little tighter. "Dagur, that's not Hiccup," she warned. "At least not the Hiccup we know."

Henryk grinned. "Oh…pretty and smart," he purred.

"Okay, I'm done," Dagur announced, stalking toward the other boy. "Crazy kid can go away now. I'd like to talk to Hiccup now."

The look Hiccup gave him was chilling and made Dagur freeze in his tracks, especially at his net words. "Well then I have some bad news for you; your precious Hiccup is dead. You killed him, congratulations." And while Dagur stood there dumbfounded he walked away. "My name is Henryk," he called over his shoulder as he threw Heather's axe aside.

It was the strangest thing. It really was as if Hiccup was a completely different person. The way he spoke was just like Viggo not Hiccup. This was not his Hiccup. This was someone possessing Hiccup's body. A complete stranger in a Hiccup suit. He didn't know what to do. He ran a hand through his hair in frustration. This was not what he had planned. It was safe Hiccup, stash him away somewhere safe that Viggo would never find him with Heather's help and then remind Hiccup just who he belong to. He hadn't planned on Hiccup actually taking to this new identity Viggo had given him. He didn't know what to do. This wasn't part of the plan.

"Dagur, what is going on?" Heather demanded as she picked up her axe, her gaze following Hiccup or rather Henryk as he walked along the river looking rather put out and pouty. It was an almost normal Hiccup look. "Who's Henryk and why does Hiccup think he's him?"

"Viggo," Dagur growled, remembering the strange celebrations a few weeks back when Viggo proclaimed Hiccup and Toothless had dies and sent them to Valhalla with honors…well what little belongings the boy and dragon had. Somehow in only a few short weeks Viggo had manipulated Hiccup and turned him into this Henryk character. "Heather, go check on the ships, I'll deal with Henryk."

"No, we'll deal with him," she corrected, folding the axe and placing it in the holder across her back. "Besides, I don't think he wants to talk to you."

"And you can do better? He nearly slit your throat." He stripped off his armor and threw it on the blanket. "Don't worry I know how to jog his memory. Give me twenty minutes alone with him and we'll have our Hiccup back."

Her eyes widened slightly but she didn't say anything. Dagur always called Hiccup brother but never referred to him being theirs, that she was somehow part of their little bond that had always seemed private. She hesitated a moment, not truly trusting Dagur but she trusted this Henryk even less. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah," Dagur said with a curt nod.

"You want to tell me why you took off you armor?"

"Nope."

She rolled her eyes. "Just be careful. We have no idea what this…Henryk is capable of."

He nodded. "You too. If you see the Hunters get as far away from them as possible. Don't engage."

Sometimes Dagur could be surprisingly clever and thoughtful and this was one of those times. He really was a rather overprotective brother. She left him, hoping beyond home that maybe he could reach Hiccup and bring him back because she honestly didn't like this Henryk. He kind of reminded her of how arrogant Dagur was when they first met, before she learned he was her brother. "Come on, Windshear," she urged her dragon, petting her silvery metal scales. It was unlikely that Savage was even close to the island yet but something told her she didn't want to be anywhere near either Dagur or this Henryk for a while, not until she figured out exactly what was going on.

Dagur ignored her, his eyes watching Hiccup's…no Henryk's every move. He didn't like this Henryk. He was wrong. Yeah, Hiccup was a sassy and sarcastic little brat but this was way beyond Hiccup at his sassiest. He wanted to smack this new Hiccup. Whatever head game Viggo had played with him had to be ended…immediately. As much as he hated to do it he might just have to catch the little bugger, tie him up and figure a way to fix him once he was sure Viggo and Ryker were no longer a threat. With luck they wouldn't think to check this island and would sail right past or maybe Savage would manage to lose them in the fog Windshear had flown over on the way there.

As these thoughts past through him his gaze never left the familiar back of the boy who used to be Hiccup. Dagur was ready to simply grab the boy and shove him up against a tree and demand he go back to be Hiccup when something very Hiccupy happened. The boy came amongst a group of wild dragons. Dagur instantly stopped and reached for one of his daggers, ready to defend the younger boy if the need arose but Hiccup or Henryk or whoever he was supposed to be simply paused by the river and watched them silently for a moment before standing perfectly still to let them sniff him one by one. Then, he raised his hand ever so slowly and began petting them and speaking in grunts and clicks so softly and naturally that Dagur was mesmerised. He had heard Hiccup speak to dragons before but not to this scale, not as if he was really one of them. This was Hiccup not Henryk. This was the Hiccup Dagur had wanted ever since he first learned that Hiccup was a dragon rider as the Dragon Conqueror. Yes, Hiccup had lied about the dragons and it angered Dagur greatly but that was nothing compared to the fascination and desire that grew after seeing just what Hiccup could do with them. Like now, the boy was letting them rub up against him and spreading their scent over him and the boy showed no fear, not even an ounce and he had no weapons to protect himself if one attacked. Dagur would never understand how Hiccup could be so calm in such a situation. He watched for quite some time hoping that maybe, just maybe the dragons would bring Hiccup back to him.

Time lost all meaning as Dagur watched the Hooligan heir, really watched him. The boy was at peace amongst the dragons. It was bizarre. Vikings and dragons had been enemies for centuries this shouldn't be possible yet Hiccup had proven everything they had ever been taught as children weren't necessarily true. Hiccup could train dragons and maybe one day, if Dagur could convince him, then one day maybe the Skrill could be trained as well. A lot of thoughts came to Dagur as he watched the other boy, the possibility of a dragon army, one filled with Skrill and commanded by him. He and Hiccup could rule the Archipelago together.

*Calm down,* Henry whispered to Hiccup inside their shared mind as he gave a sideways glance toward Dagur. *You're heart's racing as if you're up against Snotlout in Thawfest. I'm sure he can hear it all the way over there.*

Hiccup said nothing. He tried not to answer the voices in his head. He was losing his mind and knew it. He could barely tell who he was sometimes. It was like he could see and hear everything but it was someone talking and controlling his movements, the personality Viggo had named Henryk. He tried to ignore the other him and enjoy the familiar feel of warm dragon scales rubbing against him but as comforting as it was all he could think about was Toothless and a shimmer of tears dotted his eyes. He shouldn't have let Henryk grab Heather like that. It wasn't her fault he was in the situation he was in or that Henryk had been created. It was Dagur's.

His hands curled into tight fists but he kept his eyes closed and pressed his head against a Zippleback's, suddenly missing Barf and Belch and the time they had decided to dote on him for saving them. He needed to think.

*No, we need to avenge Toothless,* Henryk whispered soothingly. *We need to make him suffer just as you have.*

Anger and rage filled Hiccup but also exhaustion, his mind numb with unbearable sadness. He missed Toothless. He wanted Toothless back with all his heart but knew that would never happen, could never happen. Toothless was gone.

Deep in his mind Henryk growled in annoyance and took over as he had when they woke up. He pulled away from the dragons, giving them a gentle pat before meeting Dagur's gaze, knowing as he had right from the beginning the Berserker had followed them. His lips lifted in small quirk of a smile, one he often gave Viggo when he wanted some alone time with him. Then, without a word he turned and walked further along the river toward a low waterfall and stripped his clothing in clear invitation. Hiccup immediately objected to this but with Henryk in charge there was little he could do. They – he – stepped into the water and carefully weighed into the waterfall, his new prosthetic handling the rocks and pebbles with ease. He let the cool water cascade over his head and down his back, bringing back an almost distant memory of being on Berk or even Dragon's Edge and early morning showers before his friends awoke. That was a life time ago. Nonetheless his breath hitched at the memory of the gang goofing off in the water. He wanted that back. He wanted his life back. He wanted Toothless back.

"Hiccup," Dagur drawled behind him, his voice low and full of hidden meaning.

The youth closed his eyes as two personalities fought for control. Henryk had become the stronger of the two over the last few weeks, both Ryker and Viggo reinforcing his persona until he became the dominate personality. He stood still and let the Berserker touch him, humming encouragingly as Dagur's hand roamed over his back.

"Hiccup, you're still in there, aren't you?" Dagur asked, his voice soft as his fingers trailed up and down the boy's back. "You're still my Hiccup."

The boy turned around slowly and met his gaze, one hand touching Dagur's firm abs before trailing up to touch his wide chest. He cocked his head to one side as he studied the Berserker as if just noticing Dagur was actually a few inches shorter than him. A small smiled lit his lips as his other hand went to Dagur's hip.

Dagur took that as invitation enough and leaned forward to kiss him only to stop short in shock as something pressed against his groin. Pulling back he glanced down in surprise only to discover one of his own knives was pressed firmly against his groin just under his aching erection in a clear "make another move and it will be looped off without a second thought" type fashion. He glanced from it to Hiccup and back before shrugging. "Okay, not exactly what I had in plan," he said with a little laugh, trying to break the tension.

Henryk gave a snort. "You murder Toothless and Hiccup and you think I'm going to let you fuck me?" he said in a deep purr. "And I thought my master had a twisted sense of humor."

For a moment all Dagur could do was stare at him before letting out a breath filled with distain and annoyance. "First, you're perfectly alive, Hicc-up. Second, I didn't kill your precious Nightfury."

"Liar!" Henryk snarled, the knife jerking just a little in warning and rubbing Dagur's trousers just a little. "You sent your men north after the Hunters ship and had them kill him. You may not have given the killing blow but you still murdered him."

Now Dagur was thoroughly confused and it took a moment or two for him to piece it all together. He opened his mouth to answer then closed it before sighing. He never had to deal with Hiccup like this before and his usual blunt tactic might not work. "Hiccup," he began, keeping his voice gentle and calm in hopes the younger boy would see reason. "If I killed Toothless don't you think I'd be wearing a fancy new Nightfury skull helmet on my head?"

Doubt clouded the dragon rider's eyes and the knife pulled away a fraction of an inch.

"And with that much pelt wouldn't I have a nice new fireproof suit to replace these old rags?" He opened his arms to display the old ragged clothing he was still wearing and had yet to replace since escaping Outcast Island. "Or a cape? I would look so cool with a Nightfury cape."

The rider's eyes narrowed.

"Or not. The point is I didn't kill Toothless," Dagur continued, his voice again soft and gentle. "Who told you that?" He already had a good idea who the person was but if he was right that person was also the one who had put this Henryk character in Hiccup's head.

Henryk didn't answer. He stared at Dagur for a long time, his eyes shining with unshed tears. That clatter of the knife fallen filled the cave just behind the waterfall but it was washed away with the water. "Dagur…" he said but it was distinctly Hiccup talking now. He pressed his hands to either side of his head as if fighting with himself and staggered back until his back was against the rock wall needing some sort of support. He began hyperventilating, his chest tight yet heart racing. His knees felt weak. "Toothless is alive?" he warbled, unsure if he had spoken Norse or Dragonese. He crazed laugh escaped him followed by a sob.

"I don't know," Dagur answered, answering Hiccup's question. "Whoa…whoa…Hiccup, calm down." He grabbed the youth's shoulders to keep him from falling.

"What's wrong with me?" Hiccup sobbed, sounding small and frightened and broken. He didn't pull away or object when Dagur's hands moved from his shoulders taken his hands and pull them away from his hair, stopping him from pulling at it.

"Stop," the Berserker chief ordered, suddenly scared by this side of Hiccup. It was scarier than the Henryk persona. He had never seen Hiccup so frightened and out of control. He pulled the youth against him and hugged him tightly. A part of him blamed himself. If he had never told Viggo and Ryker about Hiccup and the Dragon Eye none of this would have happened. If he hadn't… He shook that thought from his head and focused on holding Hiccup and keeping him on the surface. He wasn't going to lose Hiccup again. Not to Viggo or Ryker and definitely not to Henryk.

It felt different holding Hiccup like this, almost like back when they were kids before the craziness with the dragons and everything, back when they were friends. It felt good, right even. He stroked Hiccup's back, his arousal ebbing at the younger boy's distraught stance and droopy shoulders. The fact that the Hooligan was even letting him hold him was a testament to the change that had happened in the last two months of captivity. While Dagur still lusted over Hiccup he wasn't going to take him in this state. In fact he had always waited until Hiccup had finished moping and going through whatever emotional breakdown he was facing before coaxing him into sex. This time would be no different.

He waited until Hiccup had finished sobbing and stopped shaking before cupping one cheek and tilting his face up to look at him. "I'll help you find him," he promised. "We'll find Toothless. I promise."

Hiccup stared at him for a long time, his watery emerald eyes searching his. "You will?" he asked, not sounding like himself or even Henryk but rather small and childlike, a shimmer of hope filling him. It still wasn't completely Hiccup but it was a beginning.

It was like Snoggletog morning to have Hiccup look at him like that and Dagur found himself getting lost in those pools of green. "Yeah," he breathed before closing the distance between them and pressing their lips together.

Unlike their previous kisses Hiccup didn't pull away or hesitated or even stood frozen like a statue. He returned it with a passion, his long fingers tangling in Dagur's chopped up hair and tugging on his old tunic. It quickly relit the fire inside Dagur until he pushed Hiccup back against the wall, his intentions more than obvious as he ran his large hands over Hiccup's lithe form. And strangely enough Hiccup was right into it, tugging at his clothes, running his hands over taught flesh and all but begging to be filled and Dagur was more than happy to deliver. He was all but pounding into the rider the moment the boy's legs wrapped around his waist, one hand cupping Hiccup's sweet little ass while the other braced against the wall to give him leverage.

"Gods I've missed you," Dagur growled in Hiccup's ear as his hips piston back and forth, water splashing over them.

Hiccup mumbled something in return before giving a high pitched whine. "Harder! Sweet Thor, harder!" he cried, his finger nails clawing at Dagur's back. "Deeper!"

That took Dagur a little off guard but he grinned, chalking it up to Hiccup missing him as much as he had missed the younger boy so he did as he was told, slamming his hips forward to go as hard and as deep as he could. He never realised the moment Hiccup switched back into Henryk or just how he had been conditioned to need and want sex. All he knew was it was the best sex they had ever had together to date and he his mind whirled with plans for the near future now that they were reunited.

. . .

Hiccup's cries echoed throughout the island. Both Windshear and Heather gave a start. Fear instantly gripped Heather and she steered the Razorwhip toward the sound of the cries. They didn't sound pained but they didn't sound right either. Knowing that her brother was capable of anything she feared the worse and sped as quickly as Windshear could carry her. They reached the waterfall in only a matter of moments and she reached behind her for her double bladed axe, ready to forcibly separate her brother from Hiccup. She expected a battle where Dagur had gotten the upper hand. She didn't expect to expect to come across what she did.

There under the waterfall were Hiccup and Dagur in a tangle of limps, Hiccup pressed against the rock wall while Dagur pounded into him. Hiccup was clinging to him and crying out, demanding more. It was completely out of character from the boy she knew. It didn't seem right but all Heather could do was stare, captivated for a moment until finally she could take no more and flew off. This was obviously not something she was meant to see.