Breaking Point 24

"What's going on out there?" Dagur asked, trying to see outside. Screaming and yelling could be throughout the village and echoed into the prison. It was followed by crashes and what may have been explosions rocking the prison and causing dust and debris to rain upon Dagur and Hiccup. "Alvin can't want me back THAT bad and I high doubt Stoick would fight THAT much to keep me," he mused, thoroughly confused.

Hiccup was silent behind him, his eyes closed as he listened to the cries of multiple dragons and trying to decipher the new buzzing sound that seemed to be growing all around them. It was familiar; he recognized it from long ago when he was very little but it couldn't pinpoint it. It was a group of nano dragon of some sort.

"Ah Hel," Dagur grumbled as someone darted into the prison, possibly Bucket but it was hard to tell with the mass of black latched onto him and the fact he was screaming at the top of his voice. It didn't matter who it all that was important was the type of dragon attacking him. "Fear dragons."

They were tiny dragons no larger than wasps or bees were the fiercest of the fear class dragons and deserved no better name than Fear because that was what they fed on and created within their victims. Giving the chaos happening throughout Berk they had no doubt latched onto the first person or dragon that showed even an ounce of fear and fed from them until the fear spread. No one like the little critters, not even Hiccup, and were one of the best defences on Berserk Island, protecting the rich honey reserves that the island boosted. Dagur had been raised around them so he felt no fear of them. When he was little he used to waltz right through nest of them and collect honey without being stung by bees or fed upon by the dragons. So he stood at the bars and stared after Bucket with a hint of amusement.

"Oh that's sad if Alvin's using Berserk's only dragons to get me," he chuckled but his amusement faltered when he noticed the troubled look on Hiccup's face. "Hiccup?"

"Alvin wouldn't use Fear dragons," the younger boy explained, his brow damp with sweat and breath hitching slightly with a hint of fear. He swatted away one of the little dragons only to have it replaced by two more. "He doesn't have the patience for them."

Dagur raised a brow. "Then who?" His own eyes widened in realization and it took all his strength to keep his fear in check. "Viggo…your lizard failed to kill him. Stupid dragon." He ran a hand through his hair. "Alright…okay, Hiccup, keep calm. Just relax. Viggo won't find you here. Even if he does I'm not going to let him take you. I'll kill him first."

But the number of Fear dragons were increasing and swarming around Hiccup. The Hooligan was trying to keep calm but his breathing was rapid. Emotions warred over his face, an internal battle between Hiccup and Henryk that was growing fiercer by the moment. Dagur watched with growing fascination, unsure which he wanted at that moment. Henryk seemed to have no fear. He was the side of Hiccup that could face his fears, defy them and stand up to them. The part of Hiccup that allowed him to train dragons and learn about them while Hiccup or what remained of the original Hiccup, still held that love for dragon but was always nervous, easily frightened and so unsure of himself it was pitiful. This was not the Hiccup who had turned his insides upside down with need and desire. He was broken, split in two and Dagur was unsure how or even if he could be fixed.

"Hiccup, look at me," he said, stepping toward the youth with his hands at eye level to keep from spooking Hiccup. His scratched his brain, trying to think of a way to calm Hiccup down without unleashing Henryk or perhaps… "You are both Hiccup and Henryk. You're the same person, the exact same person. You just got to pull yourself back together. Easy huh?"

Well may not of fixed anything but it did help Hiccup focus. "Well that must be easy for a crazy person," he scoffed, glaring at Dagur.

"I'm deranged not crazy. I save that stuff for you," Dagur teased with a grin. Bit by bit the little Fear dragons were leaving Hiccup, bored by his sudden lack of fear. "And here you're the great Dragon Whisperer why not tell those little buggers where to go."

"Not all dragons speak," Hiccup retorted, his bravery growing.

Dagur waved a hand dismissively. "Yeah, yeah…save the excuses. Be honest, you know only two sentences in Dragonese."

"I do not!"

"Just one? And you've been latching on to that all these years? Pathetic."

Hiccup opened his mouth to retort before understanding dawned on him and he noticed he was free on of Fear dragons. "You're an ass," he muttered as he strolled across the cell to the bars and looked out. "We can't just stay here. Viggo might not think to look here first but eventually he come looking…if he doesn't force the information out of someone. Toothless should have been back by now. I hope they didn't take him and the other dragons down. Berk will be a sitting target."

"It is a sitting target," Dagur argued standing next to him. He gazed at the key too far for either of them to reach. "Scratch that, we're sitting targets. Either Viggo will find us or one of those flaming boulders is going to crush us. We need to get that key. Any plans?"

"Just one." Hiccup closed his eyes, tilted back his head and let out a loud Nightfury howl. He did it twice just to be certain he was heard over the yelling and screaming and chaos consuming Berk. "Come one, bud. Please be okay."

. . .

On the other side of the village Stoick and the Hooligan warriors were fighting back the Hunters that had raided the port. They had raided the island moments firing flaming boulders at the village. There was no time to put up a decent defence many of the villagers besieged by the Fear dragons the moment the chaos began. Even the riders had trouble getting to their dragons and staying in the air. The dragon root arrow tips downed them quickly. The auxiliary team who had little experience with the Hunters were taking down quickly only young Gustav having the mind to try and keep out of range but that made returning fire very difficult. He stayed close to Astrid and the twins as tried fighting back the Hunters but it grew increasingly hard with the Fear dragons swarming them.

"Where's Hiccup?" Stoick called to Tuffnut as Barf and Belch swooped in low to gas a group of Hunters.

"He's safe, chief," the male twin called back. "Locked himself up in the brig with Dagur."

Stoick raised a brow but gave a nod. The brig was reinforced with heavy beams and bars, built so that nothing could break in or out and could take a better pounding than any other structure. Hiccup would be safe there and Dagur would protect him with his life. "Try and gather the Fear dragons and get them off the island," he ordered the riders before turning to his warriors. "The rest of you let's show these Hunters what we're made of. CHARGE!"

With a war cry the Hooligan warriors charged into the thick of the Hunters, axes and swords swinging, each willing to give their life to protect their tribe, homes and their future chief.

. . .

Viggo watched the battle from the top of the hill next to the Great Hall. His dark keen eyes took in everything, every opponent, every dragon flying and down. He had instinctively gone to the chief's hut first, expecting to find the boy in bed or huddled next to his dragon in fear but the hut was empty and Henryk nowhere in sight. Viggo was not foolhardy enough to check every check every building for the boy. No, that was too daunting a task and best left to his underlings. Instead he watched and waited, every patient, knowing that sooner or later his prey would show himself or someone would lead him to the boy and sure enough a sign came.

The Nightfury had been in the heat of the battle, tail lashing Hunters and firing plasma blasts at the men before they had a chance to fire at him. It had to be said that the Hunters were not quite at their best. Without Ryker to lead them they were uncoordinated and easily picked off. But for every Hunter that fell a Hooligan went down as well. Viggo bared them no mind. Men were replaceable. He had an entire tribe at his disposal. There was only one Dragon Whisperer. His gaze followed the Nightfury's every move. He knew when the creature's ears rose and it began pounding off across the square to the most unlikely of places.

"So that's where you're hiding him," he mused as he strolled after the dragon while fitting an arrow onto his bow. He kept it tucked against his side and made no sudden movements until he rounded the opening of the prison. Inside he found the Nightfury gathering a key off the floor with his mouth. He raised the bow and took aim.

"Toothless!" Hiccup cried, reaching through the bars for his dragon.

The arrow struck the beast in his hindquarters and for good measure Viggo shot a second and third into the dragon until the dragon root took a firm hold and it passed out. The Hunter stepped around the Nightfury and plucked the key from its slack jaw. "Ah Henryk, what have you gotten yourself into?" he chided as he turned toward the young man. At the fearful look he received from the boy he tut-tutted. "Oh don't get so frightened, the Fear dragons will sense it."

Dagur grasped Hiccup's arm and pulled him behind him. "He's not yours anymore, Viggo. And if you think Ryker's death at Stoick's hands was brutal just wait until he gets his hands on you," he drawled, a pleased little grin adorning his face as he kept between Hiccup and Viggo. "Trust me, Stoick is not to be messed with."

"Oh I'm not worried about Stoick the Vast," Viggo said conversationally as he pulled another arrow from his quiver and loaded his bow. He took aim and pulled back the string. "What you should be asking yourself is 'are you really willing to die for this boy?'"

Dagur went to push Hiccup further back but the boy was suddenly like a statue and immoveable. He went to look at the youth but it was the wrong move. Pain shot through his stomach as an arrow tore through his flesh. That snapped Hiccup out of his trance as he tried to grasp Dagur before he toppled over and support his weight. They had both been caught off guard and the best Hiccup could manage was to lower Dagur to the ground without causing more damage.

"Dagur!" he gasped, unsure what to do, his mind racing between two personas. If he removed the arrow Dagur could bleed to death. If he left it the dragon root could poison him. "Oh gods!"

The click of the lock opening barely caught his attention. He couldn't escape. He couldn't run and leave Dagur and Toothless like this. His hands shook as he tried to starch the bleeding. This wasn't happening. This wasn't happening.

"Run," Dagur growled, trying to push him away. "Go, find your Dad."

Hiccup inhaled. He wanted to, he really did but he couldn't move. The Fear dragons were coming back. He could feel them crawling over his back and arms. He desperately grasped Dagur's hand.

"Henryk," Viggo said soothingly, his hands falling on Hiccup's shoulders so gently and comfortingly that Hiccup had to battle with himself for control. "It's alright, Henryk. I'm here now. You're safe, my love. Come there isn't much time."

The battle was lost. Henryk took over and the fear disappeared. His racing heart slowed and head cleared. "Where have you been?" he asked, tilting his head to look up at the man. "You have no idea how bored I've been." He gave a small teasing grin. "Or horny."

Dagur made a pained sound.

Henryk glanced down at him. "Oh you've been fun, Dagur, no argument there but you just don't make the cut." He gave the Berserker a little wink before standing alongside Viggo. He turned toward the Hunter with a lustful grin. "Is there enough time for us to get reacquainted or are we on the clock?"

A soft smile lit Viggo's face. "I'm sure we can spare a few minutes," he purred, running a finger down the boy's cheek. "Have you missed me, love?"

Henryk batted long eye lashes and gazed through them up at him with his most seductive pout. "Every day."

"Show me." Viggo glanced at Dagur. "Show him just how much you want me over him." Very gently he pushed Henryk down to his knees, their gazes never breaking contact.

Henryk expertly undid Viggo's trousers and pulled out his long thick cock that was already half hard with a pearl of precum on the tip. He licked at it then drew his tongue over the organ before sucking at it with only one goal in mind; make it as hard as possible as quickly as possible. Time was limited.

"You see, Dagur, your problem wasn't so much in trying to make Hiccup yours it was you inability to learn how to share," Viggo lectured as he stroked Henryk's hair and rocked length into the boy's warm mouth. "Had you not decided to try claiming him as your own you could have experienced the greatest heights of pleasure and learned just how flexible our boy is. If it weren't for you Ryker will still be with us." Despite that awful thought Viggo still managed to get hard inside that wonderful cavern of Henryk's mouth. He hefted Henryk up by his underarms back to a standing position and pulled down his pants to expose his neither regions. "He may seem so small and fragile but he can easily fit two cocks up this lovely ass," he purred as he turned Henryk around to face the wall and caressed his beautiful rear. He smeared some of the saliva on his manhood over the boy's puckered hole. "And while riding those he enjoys suckling a nice hard cock. We could have had so much fun if you hadn't been so greedy."

He waited for the next explosion before shoving his length deep into Henryk. The boy cried out, his neck arching back and hands pressing into the wall. He pushed back into Viggo with needy little whines. Viggo held his hips, guiding both their movements. It felt as if it had been forever since the last time they made love. Henryk's insides were tight, sucking at his length, demanding a good hard fuck. Had they been on the ship he would have taken his time, teased the boy until he was a puddle of goo begging for him but since time was limited it would have to be fast and hard, but that didn't mean he wasn't going to make a complete display out of his younger lover and make Dagur suffer with the knowledge he would never make Hiccup or Henryk feel the way that Viggo could. He let Dagur see the slide of hard meat in and out of Henryk's tight hole, and hear each gasp and cry that escaped the boy until orgasm rocked the both of them.

Cum splattered the wall and dripped down the boy's thighs. Henryk leaned against the wall to catch his breath while Viggo tucked his length back into his trousers. "Once we're back on the ship and away from this gods forsaken island I'll give you some proper attention," Viggo promised as he kissed the back of Henryk's head.

The boy nodded but didn't answer. It took a moment more before he pulled up his pants and knotted the ties. He glanced at Dagur before slowly turning around to face Viggo. His gaze was far away and for a few seconds he only stared at Viggo's broad chest.

Viggo took his chin between a thumb and forefinger. "Don't fret so, Henryk. This is for the best. Dagur betrayed us and for that he will die. Stoick murdered my brother and for that he will lose everything he holds dear. I will eradicate this miserable village and take his dragons before I rip out his heart. Death is the only suitable punishment for the dishonor he's imposed upon me."

The boy looked up. A thoughtful look crossed his face and he gave a small nod. "Yes," he agreed leaning upward to brush his lips over Viggo's. "Death for dishonor," he breathed.

Viggo chuckled softly. "Death for dishonor." He pressed his lips firmly against Henryk's, his arms going about the boy's waist to draw him close.

Dagur growled from where he lay on the floor as he struggled to get to his feet. He was going to kill Viggo. He was going to rip him in two and then smack Henryk out of Hiccup and… His thoughts fumbled when he looked at Hiccup and Viggo again. At first glance it looked like two men embracing but then he noticed something a little off. Hiccup's hands were low on Viggo's waist and moving as if searching for something. Then his right hand curled around something and drew it from its sheath. All the while they two men continued to kiss. Dagur's eyes narrowed in confusion. What happened next was too fast for even him to understand.

Hiccup drew a long hunting knife from Viggo's belt and weighed it in his hand for a moment. His eyes squeezed tight and a small sob escaped his as his mind warred one last time. Then, not breaking lip contact with Viggo, he rammed the sharp blade into the man's side as fast and hard as he could, burying it hilt deep. Viggo jerked back in surprise but Hiccup held on tight. He yanked the blade out and stabbed again, this time twisting it for maximum damage. The man stared at him with wide eyes and horror, understanding dawning on him as Hiccup pulled the blade out, snatched the key with his free hand and then shoved him away.

Viggo gurgled, blood spilling over his lips. He touched his side. Henryk – Hiccup had wedged the blade just under his armor to tear into his gut and vital organs. There was no repairing the damage. He was bleeding to death. He staggered back in disbelief. "Henryk…" he breathed as he grappled to stop the bleeding.

"My name is Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Third," Hiccup said, his voice a little shaky as tears shimmered in his eyes and his insides twisted at what he had just done. His hands were covered in blood and he still held the knife protectively in front of him. "And if anyone stole anyone's honor it was you and Ryker that stole from me. Dagur never tried to change me. He never tried to make me into something I wasn't." He held the knife in both hands but they shook with his growing anxiety. "But you…you stole my life! You tried to make me into another person! You…you…" The tears rolled down his cheeks as the part of him that was Henryk fought to take control and help Viggo.

"We can fix this, Henryk," Viggo insisted. "Help me to my ship and we can fix this."

"There's no fixing this," Hiccup said firmly. "You said it, 'death for dishonor'."

Viggo couldn't stop the bleeding. He stumbled back and braced himself against the far wall before sliding down. "Henryk…"

"Henryk is dead," Hiccup spat. He sniffled, his face hardening with resolve. Keeping an eye on Viggo he went to Dagur and helped him to his feet, letting the Berserker put his entire weight on him as the hobbled out of the cell. He slammed the door shut and locked it before lowering Dagur to the ground next to Toothless and both leaned against the wall, Hiccup protecting all of them as the battle continued outside, his gaze never leaving Viggo's body even after the man still and death took him. He kept the knife in a tight grip until Heather found them. Only then did he let someone take it from him, his hands still shaking but he wouldn't move. He stared right where he sat with Dagur unconscious and leaning against him and Toothless's big head on his lap.

NOTE: sorry for the delay, ended up pretty sick this week.