Breaking Point 22

Hiccup murmured in his sleep as if shifted on his bed until he rolled over. His pillow felt too hard and something had been poking his back for the better part of an hour and now poked at his belly as he tried to get comfortable. It was a familiar feeling one that he had woken up to many times in the last two months but it still threw him for a loop and made his insides tighten with anxiety as Henryk hummed and mocked him in the back of his mind for being so squeamish and childlike when he obviously enjoyed the feeling of being cocooned in such a warm embrace.

"Shut up," Hiccup murmured to the other him, hating the way his body heated up with pending arousal. "Go to sleep and leave me alone."

"Shh…" a deep voice rumbled as thick fingers combed back his bangs then trailed down his back. "You're alright, I'm here."

Hiccup relaxed in the embrace, his mind dozing back to sleep when Henryk suddenly panicked as if not recognizing the voice at first and blearily Hiccup opened his eyes. The first thing that met his sight was wide muscular chest littered with a sever old scars, one pale one running from the man's narrow hips, over his tone stomach and across his chest narrowly missing a dusty rose nipple. Mind still clogged with sleep and perhaps thinking he was dreaming, he traced the path of the scar with one finger. It was the mark of a whip that had been expertly cast to curl around its victim's body. Whoever had done this meant to extract the maximum amount of pain and injury.

A large hand caught his, stopping him from tracing the scar and held it firmly over his chest. Hiccup stared at it for a moment before looking up and meeting the curious gaze of Dagur. The older boy's eyes were soft and considering, deep in thought as he looked upon Hiccup almost as if seeing him for the first time. It made Hiccup a little nervous but he held the Berserker's gaze instead of looking away as he had so many times in the past in nervous fear.

"Thank you," Hiccup finally murmured when the silence seemed to stretch on for far too long. He shifted uncomfortably and finally broke eye contact. "I thought I was going to lose my mind last night and do something completely stupid if Henryk managed to take charge." He kept his voice at a whisper, fearing his father may be downstairs and not wanting to wake him.

"Like what?" Dagur asked in curiosity.

Hiccup shrugged and said nothing, his gaze once more on their hands. "Just stupid things that started popping in my head to release the tension." He didn't want to go into detail or make Dagur think that he had been used just to control Henryk which in many ways he was. Actually, that about summed up why he begged for Dagur. If the Berserker hadn't fucked him Henryk probably would have taken complete control of him and made him go out and have anyone who remotely resembled Viggo or Ryker screw him and the last thing Hiccup needed was the whole tribe knowing about him being raped let alone turning him into the whore of Berk. His chest tightened at just the thought of the embarrassment it would bring to his father. Hell, just the fact that he was sleeping with their enemy would be enough to get him disowned faster than befriending Toothless had. His breath hitched and a shiver ran through him at what his father must have thought of him right now, being screwed by another man and actually enjoying it. He wished he was like the other Viking, big and tough and able to take just about any woman he wanted but he wasn't, he was small and weak and useless.

That hand went through his hair again and a warm pair of lips pressed against his forehead. "Stop worrying about everyone else and think about yourself for a change," Dagur said, his voice rumbling through his chest. "Who cares what others think? Did you enjoy yourself?"

Hiccup took a moment to think before meeting his gaze once more. "Yeah," he admitted although there was a sigh involved. He didn't like admitting that having a man's cock shoved up his ass was a good thing but he couldn't deny it either.

"Did it feel good?" Dagur pressed on, his voice getting a little louder.

Hiccup made a face at his only for Dagur to copy it and make him laugh a little, if a little nervously because he didn't want to wake his father. "Yes," he grumbled before sighing. "Yeah, I liked it. I don't know why. Ryker must have conditioned me or some shit. I mean when you and I first started it hurt like hell and I hated you for it but it was nothing compared to Ryker. Ryker took pleasure in ripping me part and making scream. I prayed every time he would kill me. I wanted to die, I really did. And then he'd dump him in my room as if I was a piece of trash or force him to clean the deck when I couldn't even stand and…" His voice trailed off and he looked away as he blinked away tears. "But you never hurt me, not intentionally. You teased and joked and had that stupid collar but he always tried to make me cum. But Viggo…Viggo was different he let me be in charge and I guess that's how he was able to create Henryk and make him – me – so reliant on him. I don't know. But my insides got so tied up after not having sex the last few days. I thought I was going insane. I mean I was having sex with at least one of you on a daily basis and…oh gods! I'm sorry I didn't to rant."

It was probably the more words he said consecutively to Dagur since they were kids, like when he was trying to explain one of his inventions and not seeming to be able to get his point across. He felt a flush move across his cheeks as his embarrassment grew.

"No, I get it," Dagur assured, surprisingly calm. "I went through that when I was on Outcast Island. Alvin would beat me and try to make an example of me in front of my men. I was raped…but not like what happened to you. Alvin took sick pleasure in it but got bored fast. He's not very creative in that area, thank Loki." He nuzzled his chin against Hiccup's cheek, his scraggly beard scrapping against soft flesh. "Besides, I much rather suck your cock than his disgusting thing any day," he purred suggestively as he groped at Hiccup's neither region.

The younger boy couldn't help it, he began to laugh as Dagur worked his way to his neck, the beard tickling him endlessly. "Stop! Stop! Dad's downstairs. I don't want him walking in on us!" His giggles got higher in pitch as the older boy decided to give up on arousing him in favor of a full out tickle fest like he would do to Hiccup when they were very young before Toothless and the other dragons that coexisted peacefully on Berk. All the while he nipped and suckled at Hiccup's tender neck, sometimes stopping long enough to rub his beard into it to sensitize the flesh more before latching on with his mouth.

"Go to sleep!" Stoick voice boomed from downstairs giving Hiccup a start and making Dagur rumble with laughter.

"Don't worry, he'll be sleeping good and long once I'm done!" Dagur called back as Hiccup scrambled to cover his mouth.

There was a pause from down below before Stoick yelled back up. "Either go to sleep or back to your cell," the elder chief warned.

"I'm not the one making the noise!" Dagur retorted, swatting Hiccup's hands away so that he could attack the younger boy's throat again and make him squeal with laughter as if to prove his point.

"Sorry…sorry, Dad. Just ten more minutes I prom-ise! Shit!" Hiccup cried as Dagur suckled his neck while pumping their cocks together. It didn't take long before either of them came but there was the distinct slam of a door as Stoick left the hut to find peace somewhere else. "He's going to hate you," Hiccup warned, breathless as he lay under Dagur, a dark purple hicky on his pale freckled throat.

Dagur only laughed as he snuggled against him once more. "No biggie, he already does."

They slept in the next day but it wasn't long before Stoick finally returned and forced the Berserker back into his cell, much to Hiccup's objections. Word had gotten out that Dagur had been captured and was on Berk and now the Outcasts were coming in hopes of collecting him and making him finish serving his time under their watch. Hiccup begged his father not to let Alvin take Dagur, not only because of his own needs which he knew he couldn't handle on his own, but because of what Dagur had already suffered through. Hiccup had only been a prisoner and slave for two short months and had lost his mind, Dagur had suffered three years already and while that may not be enough for all his crimes it was more than enough in Hiccup's eyes if Dagur had suffered as he had. It took a lot of fighting, arguing and pleading to get his point across but finally Stoick agreed with only one condition; Hiccup was to talk to someone about what had happened.

Stoick had overheard everything Hiccup had told Dagur but wasn't quite sure how to approach the subject so he sat down with his son and made some suggestions on who would be the best person to talk to. Gothi was first to come to mind but Hiccup immediately knocked that idea down. Gobber was next, he was like a second father to Hiccup and was one of the few men on Berk who was openly gay and didn't care what anyone thought of him since he was also one of their greatest warriors. Hiccup had actually taken a long time to consider his mentor whom he trusted more than just about anyone else but eventually shook his deciding there were a few things he simply didn't want to talk to Gobber about, namely Henryk and his obsession with sex. Things were calm now but for how long Hiccup didn't know and he didn't want Henryk rearing his ugly head when around someone he thought of as a father figure. Another list of names came about, all of which Hiccup refused, fearing what may happen if Henryk took control.

"You can't just bottle this up, Hiccup. It's time to face what happened. You need to tell someone.," Stoick argued, getting frustrated with the boy.

"I talked to Dagur already," Hiccup argued in growing annoyance.

His father face palmed with a low growl. "Son, Dagur was involved in what happened. He helped kidnap you and…" He didn't want to finish otherwise he might forget his better judgement and go to the prison kill Dagur for what he had been involved in. "You need someone outside the situation to talk to. A fresh ear of sorts. What about Astrid?"

Hiccup's face paled. "No, sweet gods no. I don't want her knowing anything about this." Nope, as mad as he may have been with her a part of him still loved the shield maiden and he didn't want her looking at him any different than before.

"Fishlegs?" Stoick tried.

"No."

"Snotlout?"

"No!"

"Ruffnut…no, never mind," Stoick stopped immediately. The twins were not exactly the people to turn to, not together at least. He looked his boy up and down, noting the subtle changes that had occurred after only one night with Dagur. His eyes looked less puffy and dark. He didn't look as withdrawn but actually happy, well happier than he had been since coming home. How knew Dagur therapy could be good therapy for Hiccup. "I'll choose someone for you to talk to – and you're going to talk to them. I don't care if it's about the weather, just talk to them about anything. If you hold up your end of the bargain, I'll keep Dagur on Berk and…" He let his words hang in the air to make sure Hiccup was paying attention. "He can service you as needed." He pinched the bridge of his nose. "I can't believe I just said that," he murmured. Why couldn't his son have a normal relationship?

Hiccup folded his arms across his chest and rolled his eyes. "Fine," he reluctantly agreed.

"You also need a bath. You should go to the bathhou…"

"No bathhouse," Hiccup said quickly, already feeling too revealed in his childhood home. "I can fill up the old tub here or just have a sponge bath. I'll be fine."

"You can't stay hidden inside forever, Hiccup."

"I won't," the boy insisted.

"And your friends want to visit. They're worried about you."

The boy rubbed his arm and chewed at his lower lip nervously. "I don't know…maybe in a few more days. I just…" He gestured wildly, unable to find the words then touched his neck where a purple bruise was hidden by the collar of his new baggy green tunic. "What if they think differently of me after all this? I mean, I was their leader and now…"

"You're still their leader," Stoick assured, patting his shoulder. "Think of it this way, son. Had they been with you when you were captured what would you have to protect them if the Hunters had threatened to rape one or all of them?"

Hiccup swallowed. He didn't need to think that one through. "I would offer myself in exchange."

"And they know that. You're friends know you would do anything to protect them. Now let them help you heal." Stoick gave him a one armed hug before tiredly heading off to attend his duties. If Hiccup needed Dagur again he would spend the night at Gobber's in order to get some proper sleep. He going go through another night of listening to those two go at it even if hearing Hiccup in a giggle fit was amusing and gave him hope for his son.

Hiccup spent the day with Toothless putting around the house, the windows closed and fire roaring despite the summer heat. He felt cold without Dagur but he chalked that up to his mental state and not a real psychical condition. He snuggled next to his best friend while they ate fried fish together. At first it was even hard talking to the dragon about what had happened while he was gone but he figured it would be easier than talking to anyone else about what Ryker and Viggo had done to him and the issue with Henryk. Heck, he even opened up about Dagur, needing to know Toothless was going to be okay with whatever happened between him and Dagur. If they decided to be more than just friends or err…enemies with benefits – he really didn't know what to make of it – he wanted Toothless to be okay and not completely freak out on Dagur just for touching him, provided it was a wanted touch. He was just getting back into the swing of things, happily chattering away and beginning to feel as if he was really home, when a sharp knock came to the door and it opened before he could answer.

"Hey H, you here?" Tuffnut called, peeking around the door before stepping inside. He shut the door behind him before giving a low whistle at how dark it was inside. "Whoa…did you become a vampire while you were gone, because this is dark, dude."

Hiccup sat where he was frozen, leaning against Toothless as if for protection. "Uh…hi, Tuff," he squeaked before clearing his voice and trying again. "No…no vampires here," he joked weakly before slowly getting up. He kept his distance, a subconscious act.

For a moment Tuffnut stood by the door, looking almost as nervous as Hiccup as he pulled at his one of his blond dreads. That was when it hit Hiccup. Tuffnut was alone. His twin sister was not with him, nor was any of the other riders. He looked a little out of place. "I talked to your dad," the male twin began, scuffing his foot against the wooden floor. "He said you might need someone to talk to about what happened while you were with the Hunters."

Hiccup opened his mouth to deny it but quickly closed it. "Maybe," he managed.

Tuffnut nodded. "Okay, where do want to talk, at the table, your room. Wherever you're most comfortable." He waited and let Hiccup take charge, following the leader of the dragon riding to a comfy spot by the hearth where they both sat on the floor across from each other.

"Why did my Dad send you?" Hiccup asked after a moment. Of all the people he thought of spilling his guts to Tuffnut had never been on that list. They may be friends but it wasn't always that way and they rarely saw eye to eye on most things. Tuffnut was the walking embodiment of chaos.

The blonde shrugged. "I was studying under the cleric so I have a bit of knowledge about being a councillor so pretty much anything you tell me will be kept in absolute confidence. It'll be locked in the vault." He tapped the side of his head with a goofy smile.

Hiccup was hesitant. It was one thing talking to Toothless. He warbled questioningly and rubbed against him but he rarely talked back or made Hiccup feel uncomfortable. Talking to another person, other than Dagur who pretty much knew what had happened already, was challenging. For the first ten minutes they just sat there silently then Tuffnut began talking about what was going on around Berk, avoiding Hiccup's disappearance all together. Then slowly he moved on to how they found and saved Hiccup, pausing long enough to give Hiccup a chance to ask questions and add in what he experienced. Eventually Hiccup relaxed and began talking about what happened to him for the third time that day. It didn't hurt so much this time and didn't feel scared like he did with Dagur. He didn't feel the need to cry like he did with Toothless or have to explain himself. He gave Tuffnut the facts, keeping the details minimum until he felt comfortable. It was like all the weight that had been bogging him down was lifted, even if only a little bit.

Surprisingly Tuffnut's face remained blank the entire time. He said nothing, letting Hiccup pour all his pain and sorrow out. He nodded when appropriate and waited patiently until Hiccup finished and when Hiccup was done, when there was no more to say, he moved forward, slowly, cautiously until he pulled Hiccup into his arms and gave him a tight hug. "None of that changes who you are," he whispered, giving a squeeze. "We still love you, no matter what."

Surprised, Hiccup hugged him back, tears streaking down his cheeks. He had feared he would be shunned for what happened and here was Tuffnut, someone who used to torment him and call him names when they were little only to later in life become a dear if not chaotic friend, was comforting him and telling him that nothing had changed. It gave Hiccup hope that maybe one day everything would be okay again and life would go back to the way it once was.

. . .

Miles away a fleet of ships was slowly making its way to Berk. Viggo stood at the bow, his dark gaze on the island in the distance. He had joined up with the rest of his fleet a few days earlier and now they were preparing for war. Arrow heads were dipped in poison to bring down Berk's dragons. Catapults were loaded and bolas prepped. Soon, soon Henryk will be back at Viggo's side where he belonged and anyone who got in his way would parish, starting with Dagur and Stoick the Vast. He would avenge Ryker and make sure that Hiccup never returns and Henryk takes complete control of his delicious body and clever mind.

"Come about," he ordered his men as they neared Dragon Island. "We'll approach Berk after dark and use the new moon as our cover."

By this time tomorrow he would have Henryk back in his arms and Berk will be no more.