Breaking Point 21

If there was one thing Dagur hated more than anything else he ever experienced in his young life it was being in shackles. They were heavy and weighed him down and made the march up the steep staircase to the Hooligans' Great Hall a feat worthy of Loki himself. But that was only a small part of Dagur's discomfort. After surrendering landing on Berk and taken into custody he had been stripped of every knife and weapon on his person. It was actually quite amusing as two of Stoick's finest warriors searched him and began removing the numerous knives. While most were not clearly visible they men were very thorough and in only a matter of minutes well over a dozen knives, one sword, and a compact crossbow littered the ground.

Some of the riders had stuck around to watch, their curiosity obvious in the eyes. The twins owwed and ahhed, both impressed by the number of weapons. Snotlout was wide eyed but said nothing, a mix of shock and awe lighting his bright blue eyes.

Then Dagur was thrown in a cell to await his trial but unlike his time on Outcast Island the Berkians treated him much better. He ate three times a day with proper meals with descent proportions and always had plenty of water. All in all he was in a better place than he was this time last year. But a cage was a cage and Dagur did not like to be caged. No one of importance visited Dagur those first few days. Well that was a lie. Heather visited him all the time seeming uncomfortable and a little leery and asking endless questions about what had happened while Hiccup was in the Hunters' hands and why he hadn't told her sooner. He never answered those questions but rather asked his own. Had she seen Hiccup? Had he woken up yet? When was the trial? And if she refused to answer then he'd ignore her and pace his cell. Sixteen feet long, ten feet wide. It was a decent size cell for just him. Of course the Outcast one was slightly larger but was built into a cave and prisoners, regardless of status, slept on the ground. Here Dagur had a cot, a table and even a chair. It wasn't much but to Dagur it was a vast improvement, as if he were staying at a lower class inn.

When the day of his trial finally came and the shackles placed around not only his wrists but his ankles as well, each done tightly and the chain only allowing enough movement to shuffle up the steps to the Great Hall, he knew it was his last day. There was no escaping his fate this time. The list of charges against him was a mile long but it was only one that mattered to him, one that spelt life or death and was most likely the reason he had yet to see Stoick.

Normally trials against an enemy to a tribe were done in public so it was a little surprising for Dagur when he wasn't met with the screaming hoards of villagers. Instead it was the Hooligan council greeted him with Stoick sitting in his throne, a dark look over his face. Dagur was shoved to his knees before the bottom step of the dais. He gave the guards a dirty look before standing and meeting Stoick's stern gaze. He kept his head high, ready to accept his punishment. This wasn't how he planned this. He really didn't have a plan when he saved Hiccup other than to get as far from Viggo and Ryker as possible. Now both men were dead and he was the only left to punish for what had happened to the Hooligan heir.

The blacksmith, Gobber, who Dagur knew was Hiccup's mentor, stood to one side of Stoick thrown with a roll of parchment. "Dagur the Deranged," he started after clearing his throat and sounding very official.

"How's Hiccup?" Dagur interrupted, his gaze never wavering from Stoick.

The older chief's frown deepened and brows rose, silently telling Dagur to pay attention.

"You're accused of…" Gobber continued only for Dagur to interrupt again.

"Is he alright?" the Berserker pushed on, needing to know.

Stoick sighed. "He'll be fine, Dagur. Now listen to the charges so we can get this done with," he advised.

Dagur fell silent for a moment, deep in thought as Gobber began again before asking, "Did he wake up at least?"

Gobber stopped and glanced at Stoick questioningly.

"Yes, Dagur, he woke up. He's fine, at least as much as can be expected given the circumstances." Stoick pinched his nose in frustration then stood and took the parchment from Gobber. "Now…you're charged with the falling crimes; attacking unarmed vessels, stalking and unprovoked attacks on dragon riders as well as their island, theft, kidnapping… Were you involved in torturing my son?"

"No," Dagur answered, getting a little thrill at the memory of seeing Hiccup electrocuted and writhing about in pain. Okay, he did get a kick at seeing Hiccup in pain but that didn't mean he was a sadist, right? Besides, it wasn't as if he had done those things to Hiccup. "That was all Viggo and Ryker." He kept his face void of emotion.

Stoick studied him for a long time before nodding. He continued on with the long list of charges but the one charge Dagur expected never came up. It all happened relatively quickly and in only a matter of minutes the charges were laid and sentence given. "Because you went out of your way to save my son from the Hunters you will be reprimanded to our prison until further notice."

"Wait…what?" Dagur asked in confusion. "Uh…okay."

He gave a shrug that had everyone looking at him in confusion. He was taken back to his cell when he was unshackled and locked back inside. This time though, Stoick had accompanied him to the cell. He was the one to engage the lock and then handed it to the guard and told him to take a walk. It was only when they were finally completely alone that the subject Dagur most dreaded finally came up. And it quickly became clear why the other chief had made sure Dagur was locked away and the key was safely far away with the guard.

"Did you rape my son?" Stoick demanded, his deep green eyes nearly black in the shadows of the prison.

Dagur blinked and stared at him. He knew this was coming at some point. "No," he answered, his voice void of emotion.

"Hiccup was raped multiple times," Stoick pushed on, getting dangerously close to the bars.

Dagur held his ground but kept out of arm's distance. "I know but I didn't rape him."

Stoick stared at him for a long time, a long growl deep in his throat. "Then what did you do? Did you have sex with my son?"

The silence was thick between them before Dagur rolled his eyes and sighed. "Yes," he answered simply before quickly raising his hands when it looked like Stoick might rip off the bars to get at him. "Whoa! It's not like that. I'm not like those Hunters. I didn't rape him. I didn't turn him into Henryk. What we have is real."

The large man glared at him. "Explain, quickly before I change my mind and have you beheaded in the town square," he snarled.

The thing was Dagur really didn't know how to explain things. All he knew was that Hiccup was his, had always been his and that he had made one very bad mistake by showing that to Viggo and Ryker. "We…we developed a bond and got really close. The Grimborn brothers found out and decided to make him into their play thing."

"And where were you during that?"

Dagur threw up his hands in frustration, the same frustration he had been feeling since Viggo took Hiccup from him. "I was gone only two days. I was dealing with a personal manner and when I came back Hiccup was with Viggo and being changed into this Henryk person. All I knew was Ryker had been torturing Hiccup for information, I didn't know how. If I had I would have gotten Hiccup out there a lot sooner or sent Heather to get you. I didn't know it would go this far." He pulled at his hair as he paced his cell, silently counting his steps before turning on his heel and beginning all over again.

Stoick stared at him. He had always been classified as an over protective father, trying to keep his only son safe from not only warring tribes but also dragons back when they were at war with them. It had only been after Hiccup defeated the Red Death that he allowed the boy any sort of freedom and now he was reconsidering all of that. But his hard eyes softened ever so slightest at the honesty in Dagur's voice. "Why would you ever take Hiccup in such a way?" he asked, still angry but perhaps starting to understand why Dagur was so obsessed with his son and had been acting so erratically all these years.

"Because he's mine. Just like you and my Dad always told me. He's mine. My brother. My responsibility. Mine," Dagur explained as if it was obvious.

"No, Dagur, Hiccup is mine," Stoick countered. "He's not your responsibility, he's mine. Thank you for saving him but don't think I'm a fool to believe you would have willingly brought him home to me. You would have kept him if you could."

"Of course I would have," Dagur admitted as if Stoick was suddenly sterile. "He's mine, we belong together. Stoick, let me see him, please."

The Hooligan chief shook his head as he stepped away from the cell. "No. If Hiccup wishes to see you then I might reconsider but if he tells me you raped him as well, that you forced yourself on him at any point…then your neck will be on the chopping block." He left Dagur there to ponder his words as he headed home to check on his son.

The problem was Hiccup refused to talk about what happened while he was in captivity. In fact he refused to talk about just about everything. He had sequestered himself in his room with only Toothless and Snowy often staring blankly out his window and over the sea beyond while idly playing with the ear cuff. He refused to talk to his friends and didn't even want to see them, still hurt by the idea that he may have been abandoned despite how many times his father and Gobber assured him that wasn't the case. Sometimes he didn't even acknowledge anyone, the movements of his hands over Toothless's head more automatic than thought out. Other times he talked to himself, sometimes sounding like himself, others like someone completely different. It unnerved Stoick and it wasn't long before he figured out what Dagur was talking about when it came to Henryk and the problems that came with him.

It was indeed like dealing with two completely different people. Hiccup was more reserve, quiet and shy and rarely met anyone's gaze but still doting on Toothless and Snowy, making sure they were fed first before sitting down to eat his own meal. He barely spoke and always seemed to huddle into himself, not wanting anyone to touch him, not even a friendly hand on the shoulder. Henryk was louder, letting his thoughts be heard. He still doted on the dragons but liked to talk and went on and on about the Grimborn brothers as if they were the most amazing people he ever met and couldn't wait to get back to them, making it clear he WOULD get back to them. Sometimes when he was himself he would shift about in his seat, seeming uncomfortable. When it got to be too much he would steal his father's long fur cloak, wrap himself up in it so that all anyone saw was his head, before hurrying upstairs, wild eyed and sweaty as if suddenly physically excited and needing to relieve himself without anyone knowing. The noise he made said it all but Stoick let him be and never objected to the theft of his cloak since he was always thrown over the boy's stool and never soiled.

Stoick had to set guards around the hut and order Toothless not to take his rider out flying just to ensure Henryk didn't run off with Hiccup's body. It was very hard dealing with Hiccup while like this and in the end Stoick couldn't both lead his people and care for his son in such a state and had Spitelout take temporary charge of the tribe. It was near impossible to get any useful information about what had happened while his son was captive, not when the boy's mind was split in two as it was.

Nights were the worse. Hiccup was plagued by nightmares. He would wake up at least a dozen times during the night, if he slept at all, screaming or crying, the fear evident on his face as Stoick tried to comfort him. But the boy wouldn't even let his father touch him at that point. He would pull away and huddle against his headboard apologizing as if he had done something wrong and nothing Stoick said could make things better. Even Toothless couldn't seem to calm him down in this state and the dragon would whine in sorrow.

On the third night all hell broke loose and Stoick knew he needed help. Hiccup had woken up with a scream, this time far louder than before, and filled with utter agony. When Stoick reached his room the boy was standing in the corner, prosthetic already on, arms wrapped tightly around him and eyes wide and watery. Again a guilty look crossed his face when he saw his father but this time his old quilt was wrapped tightly around him.

"Where's Dagur?" he suddenly said, speaking about the Berserker for the first time since returning to Berk. "I need Dagur."

"Dagur's in prison, son. He won't hurt you again," Stoick soothed as he slowly approached his son in hopes of tucking him back into bed. "It's alright, Hiccup, you're safe."

"I need Dagur," the boy insisted, his face suddenly panicked.

"Hiccup…" Stoick tried again, raising a soothing hand.

The boy's face suddenly changed and Henryk reared his head. "You don't understand, I NEED Dagur, now!"

Stoick blinked, not used to being spoken to in such away but when his son jerked away from him and pressed himself tightly into the corn, shaking like a leaf and sweating profusely, Stoick gave in. This wasn't his Hiccup, not the one he knew and loved so much. This Hiccup was like a caged animal and caged animals could be dangerous even to himself, and it might be best in this situation to give him want he wanted. "Alright, son, I'll go get him," he promised. "Just take a deep breath and calm down."

The boy stared at him for a long time before finally taking a deep breath and sliding along the wall to the floor. "Hurry," he pleaded in a small childlike voice.

There was such a pathetic need in Hiccup's voice that Stoick couldn't deny him. He left the boy and hurried across the village to the prison cells. Once there he relieved the guards on duty, took the key and awoke the young Berserker chief.

"What's wrong?" Dagur murmured. He was already awake and staring at the ceiling of his cell. "Change your mind and decided to kill me while everyone is sleeping?" Stoick said nothing for moment but said nothing. Dagur sat up in a mix of curiosity and worry.

"It's Hiccup," Stoick explained and that was all Dagur needed to hear. He stood up and immediately faced the man.

"Is he alright?" the young man asked, his face anxious.

"No," Stoick said simply, unsure if he was doing the right thing. "He asked for you."

Dagur raised a questioning brow.

Stoick sighed. "Let me rephrase that. He demanded I bring you to him."

The Berserker gave a little laugh in disbelief. "And you bow to his whim? He might make a great chief after all."

A low growl escaped Stoick as he glared at the younger chieftain. "In this condition I'd do anything for him, including dragging your sorry ass to him. Now are you walking or am I beating you senseless and presenting your bruised and battered body to him?"

A great big smile curved Dagur's lips upward. "You know, I always did like you, Stoick." He strolled past the larger man and out of his cell, stretching his arms and legs as if he had been crammed in a small space for too long despite having a more than large enough cell.

Stoick only grunted in response and kept a close eye on the Berserker as they walked to his hut. He didn't like this, not one bit. He didn't trust Dagur. The boy was unpredictable, a complete psycho case that should have been put down long ago yet he was the son of an old friend, someone Stoick had been close to and respected very much. It was one of the few things that was keeping Dagur alive.

They walked in silence and Stoick escorted Dagur all the way up to Hiccup's loft and he knew almost immediately that he had done the right thing even if it felt wrong. Hiccup's eyes lit up when he saw Dagur and even Toothless growling menacingly at the Berserker didn't dampen that happiness. Stoick hadn't seen his son look at Dagur in such a way since they were very small. Still, he didn't trust it.

Hiccup got off the floor, his gaze not leaving Dagur for even a moment as he got to his feet. "Thank you," he told his father but his voice wasn't quite his own, nor the look of wonder on his face as he took Dagur in. It was somehow different. "I'll be alright now, you can leave."

"Excuse me?" Stoick asked, taken back by the boy's words.

"I'm pretty sure you don't want to be here for what he has in mind," Dagur chuckled, giving Stoick a grin. "You might want to take the lizard with you."

"For a half hour," the younger boy said, his gaze solely on Dagur's face.

"Make that an hour or two," Dagur corrected.

Okay, there was differently something unspoken happening between the two and it was perhaps the one time Stoick did not want answers but he wasn't going to leave his only child unprotected with Dagur the Deranged. "Toothless is staying," he said firmly, giving the Nightfury a nod then added, in case it wasn't already obvious. "For Hiccup's protection."

Dagur gave a snort but didn't argue the point. He simply stared at Hiccup with a look that was a mix desire and hunger that unnerved Stoick. While a father could understand many things there were a few he did not want to bear witness to and this just so happened to be one of them. He nodded toward Toothless before retreating down the steps and hurrying to Gobber's. This called for a pint of mead or maybe a gallon. He didn't know which but he sure as hell wasn't drinking alone.

Dagur waited until the front door slammed shut before approaching Hiccup. He was actually surprised Stoick had left them alone. The man had always been so overprotective of Hiccup, monitoring his every move when the boy was a child. In fact, it often surprised Dagur that Hiccup was given any freedom at all with how small and fragile he was when he was little. He may be taller now but he was still fragile in so many ways.

He approached Hiccup and the thinner youth stepped back, a sudden unsure look crossing his face, revealing the real Hiccup compared to Henryk only moments ago. His breath hitched as he bumped into the wall behind him. "Dagur…" he squeaked, eyes widening as if just waking up.

"You asked for me?" Dagur purred, invading his space and placing a hand on the wall next to Hiccup's head.

"Ah…yeah, about that…I…" Hiccup stumbled.

The smile that lit Dagur's face was gentle and understanding. "Henryk asked for me, not you."

Hiccup's head bobbed up and down, voice caught in his throat. Fear consumed him at being so close to Dagur. Their last encounter under the waterfall hadn't been too bad but he hadn't meant for them to have sex, Henryk had done that. And here they were with him pinned against the wall while Dagur loomed over him. Heat filled his face and seemed to warm his entire body as he studied the older boy's face. This felt different from before.

"I don't want Henryk," Dagur breathed, his face lowering toward Hiccup's. "I want you. I want MY Hiccup."

That heat grew until Hiccup felt as if his entire body was on fire and without even realizing it he leaned forward and hesitantly pressed his lips to Dagur's. His courage grew when Dagur didn't forcibly ravage his mouth as he had previous times and instead let him control their movements, their tongues gently lapping against one another, tasting each other. There was no war or battle just a mutual understanding that was so new and frightening that Hiccup really wasn't sure how to how to respond to it other than to push forward.

Dagur grinned against Hiccup's mouth as the younger boy backed him toward the bed until he was sitting on the edge and Hiccup was practically climbing onto his lap and tugging both their clothing off. The Berserker helped and in moments they were both stripped of clothing. But in those moments Hiccup had reverted to Henryk. How did Dagur know? He felt the sudden difference, how Hiccup went from nervous and fidgety to calm and collected and knowing exactly where to touch and what do to. Dagur had felt the change before when they were at the waterfall but had been so happy to have Hiccup back that he didn't care at first. Now he recognized the subtle differences for what they were. He rolled the younger boy over until he was under him and leaned over the youth.

"No," he said sternly, his gaze hard as he looked down at the other boy. He was right, Hiccup's eyes were a darker shape of green, not the usual bright emerald. These were Henryk's eyes.

"What?" Henryk asked, looking perplexed. "I thought you liked me being all submissive and stuff."

"No," Dagur growled lowly. "Not you, Hiccup. I want Hiccup and only Hiccup."

Henryk laughed. "I'm better than Hiccup."

Dagur gave a choked laugh. "You're only a shadow of Hiccup, created in a fool attempt to destroy him but I won't let him go. I won't let you and Viggo destroy him."

"Why? You're the homicidal maniac trying to kill him."

"And that shows how little you know me," Dagur mused, lowering his body over Henryk's and pressing their groins together, making the thinner you groan in desire. "You want sex, I want Hiccup, so I'll tell you what. Crawl back into that little hole inside his mind and let him come back and I'll screw him so hard that you'll feel it for days on end. And you know I'm that good otherwise you would have pushed your way forward days ago."

"You know nothing," Henryk growled but he took Dagur's offer under consideration and after a moment or two the dark green returned to emerald revealing Hiccup once more. "I'm really starting to hate that guy," Hiccup mumbled, pressing the butt of his hand to his forehead and heaving a sigh. "This was a bad idea. We shouldn't…"

"Yes, we should," Dagur argued, stroking Hiccup's cheek. "What you need to do is take control of this. Take control of him, of Henry. He's a part of you, that part you're always so scared to show. Own it, own him."

"I don't understand," Hiccup whispered.

Dagur studied him for a moment. How does a crazy person explain taking ownership of your craziest and make it your own? He didn't know but he would do his best to make Hiccup whole again. "Just relax and let yourself feel. Let yourself feel all of it, good and bad. Don't fight it, don't hold it in and be all…Hiccupy."

"What does that even mean?" Hiccup countered in confusion.

"It means stop being so embarrassed just because you like something that everyone else thinks is taboo." He gave Hiccup a moment to absorb his words. "I won't hurt you, Hiccup, not unless you let me," he promised before resuming their earlier kisses, going slow, wanting to keep Hiccup on the surface and not frighten him away. He stroked and touched every inch of the youth, his lips following the trail of his fingers until Hiccup was moaning under him. He prepared the boy with his mouth, kissing and licking him, worshipping him as he should have right from the beginning, as he dreamed of doing when he first thought Hiccup was some great dragon conqueror. Hiccup was the Dragon Conqueror but not the way Dagur had first thought. Yes, he had defeated the Red Death but he had done so much more, more than any other human dared which had made Dagur more jealous than anything else. It was that jealousy that led to their feud not just the lie of Berk having and training dragons. He had let his temper get the best of him but now he was going to make it all better.

He took his time preparing Hiccup, doing the exact opposite of what Viggo and Ryker must have done. He talked to Hiccup, kept calling him back, reminding him this was his body, his life and that Toothless was there, he was safe and could stop him at any time. He reintegrated it over and over again, with every kiss and nip and lick and the slow slid when he finally entered Hiccup. Unlike every joining they had before now he took his time, every thrust precise and measured, meant solely for Hiccup's pleasure. His cock brushed over Hiccup's prostrate, a smooth slide meant for a slow even build.

Hiccup writhed and moaned under him. "Dagur…" he moaned, his legs wrapped around the Berserker's waist. "Mo…more…harder…please. Oh gods…please…"

Dagur never broke eye contact as his thrust in and out of him, making sure that Hiccup was in control the entire time. Most of his weight was balanced on his forearms as he grinded their hips together. "Just stay in control, Hic. If we go too fast Henryk will surface and I might lose you."

"I don't care! Please…" Hiccup whined, unable to take it anymore. He arched under Dagur, trying to push back, to make Dagur go deeper.

The older boy hitched up left leg to his shoulder and piston his hip forward, giving Hiccup exactly what he wanted. "Look at me, Hiccup. Don't close your eyes. Look at me and only me. That's right, babe. Stay with me." He groaned as he felt his orgasm take hold of him. He wasn't going to cum without Hiccup. He would hold on as long as it took until Hiccup came. Taking Hiccup's hands in his larger ones, their fingers entwining as they rocked into each other, he thrust harder.

When Hiccup came it wasn't with an earth shattering scream but rather a silent cry, his mouth gaping open, eyes squeezed closed and body arching and seizing around Dagur as his insides tightened painfully around the older boy's cock, milking it and pulling Dagur over the edge in a rush of fluids. Dagur slumped on him, his breathing rapid as he leaned his forehead against Hiccup's. "How do you feel?" he asked, strangely exhausted and pleasantly numb from his waist down.

For a few seconds Hiccup said nothing and simply laid there, his finger unconsciously combing through Dagur's chopping hair. "I'm okay," he answered, sounding far away and deep in thought.

"Just 'okay'," Dagur taunted but he felt a sting with Hiccup's words as if maybe he had gone about this they wrong way.

"I don't know." He gave a small laugh and combed his fingers through his own hair, suddenly realizing what Dagur was really asking. "Thank you, it was great."

Dagur rolled over with a grunt. "Oh yeah, way to stroke a Berserker's ego. See if I help you again. Fine, let Henryk take control. At least he appreciates a good fuck."

"Ah poor baby, I didn't know I had to stroke your ego after sex."

"You should get the habit."

"I have enough with egotistical dragons, I don't have time for whiny Berserkers," Hiccup teased, feeling more like himself than he had in a very long while. He gave a squeal of laughter when Dagur attacked his neck and began round two. "Avert your eyes, Toothless!" he laughed, no longer shy or nervous as Dagur attacked his neck.

The Nightfury had been keeping a close eye on them during their whole mating process, his paws over his ears to muffle out the sounds they made, but now that they were attacking worse than Terrible Terrors in heat, he lumbered down the stairs to avoid having to listen to it all over again. It was a mating process that lasted the better half of the night and only grew in volume until surely anyone awake and passing by must have heard.

Stoick did not return until many hours later and when he did it was to the oddly endearing sight of Dagur curled protectively around Hiccup, his arms around the smaller boy's waist and both in a sound and peaceful sleep, the first either had had in a very long time.