A War Within 4

Berk was a beautiful paradise for dragons and Vikings alike. It wasn't always that way. Once it had been plagued with war and its people on the verge of starving to death but Hiccup had changed all that. A child barely into his fifteenth season had gone against the norm and befriended one of the deadly beasts and showed that Vikings and dragons could live in peace and virtually become one as he had with his Nightfury Toothless. Two beings that shared one soul. Soulmates took on a different meaning on Berk and proved that one's heart could belong to something other than another human and not in a sexual way. Hiccup and Toothless were joined at the hip, never one far from another and if so not for very long.

These thoughts always brought a bemused smile to Stoick's lips as he went about his daily rounds with his new companion, Skullcrusher, flying around the island to make sure of the progress of the dragon hanger and hatchery. He couldn't wait to see his son and show him just how far they had progressed while he was away with the other riders at Dragon's Edge. In fact now that the riders were racing around and having endless competitions or chasing ship through it the work was commencing quickly should be done by their next visit home. Stoick couldn't wait for that. He still wasn't used to Hiccup being so far from home and he tended to worry about his boy quite a bit. Hiccup had never been away from home for more than a day or two and with Dagur roaming free out there Stoick couldn't help but worry. Hiccup was a smart boy and with Toothless by his side could pretty much take care of himself but that didn't mean accidents didn't happen or that he didn't have moments when he was careless and fool hardy. He was still a teen after all and filled with a sense of adventure that often made him restless. Stoick had to trust that his boy wouldn't get in over his head.

Maybe it was a sense of foreboding, that sudden ache that something just wasn't right that made him look off in the distance toward the far off shores of Dragon's Edge. Something deep in his gut twisted uncomfortably but lasted barely a moment as glee replaced it. Far in the distance he saw the familiar specks of four dragons. Four? The largest of them, a Monstrous Nightmare, seemed burden with something. His glee turned to fear the closer they came and he was able to make out Toothless's limp form suspended from Hookfang's talons.

Without thought he ordered his Rumblehorn to meet the riders before they reached Berk, subconsciously praying his son was not injured as well and was just catching a ride with one of his friends, no doubt the beautiful Astrid or his cousin, Snotlout, both of whom had dragons able to handle a secondary rider. It wasn't long before he realised that Hiccup was not with them.

"What happened?" he demanded, not meaning to sound so harsh to the obviously exhausted and shaken group of young people but that age old fear that consumed any parent when their child went missing hit him and it took sheer will power not to race off and search for his son without hearing the facts first.

"Dagur," Astrid said with the same amount of venom, her tired and bloodshot eyes revealing her rage and anger at losing her dearest friend, one who was just a breath's width from being her boyfriend and maybe one day husband.

Snotlout, who normally didn't seem to care too much about what happened to his younger cousin looked nearly as mad and upset as the girl. "It was a surprise attack. They shot Toothless out of the sky and caught him."

"And?" Stoick demanded, not enjoying the idea that his son's friends might have abandoned him.

Shame colored the cheeks of all the riders except Snotlout. "We followed orders and left him," he said matter-of-factly in a tone Stoick had never heard before, one that was even challenging him. "Hiccup said that if Dagur ever caught him that under no circumstances was I to allow anyone else to be captured." His voice softened slightly at his uncle's surprise. "Dagur is a sadist, sir, he would have tortured each of us until Hiccup submitted. He would have chopped Toothless to pieces right before his eyes and…" His gaze shifted to Astrid before looking away. "He would have done worse to us just for the pleasure of hearing Hiccup plead for our lives. I did exactly as he asked me to and brought everyone home."

Stoick stared at his nephew for a long time. Snotlout was not one to normally follow Hiccup's orders. He would act as if he knew better or break off on his own. Something drastic between the two must have happened while they were gone for Snotlout to do as he was told without question and for Hiccup to hold such trust over him to follow through.

"Where are the Berserkers now?" Stoick demanded, intent on going after his boy on his own.

Fishlegs shook his head. "I'm not sure, sir…but if we don't tend to Toothless he might lose his wing and if we do find Hiccup having him come home to a grounded and crippled best friend might be more than he can take."

The chief's dark green eyes took in Toothless's wounded and possibly broken body and his chest tightened at the torn wing hanging limply from one side and deep scarring cuts along the entire body. This was the worse shape he had ever seen the Nightfury in and the fear of him not making it much longer became all too real as the dragon whimpered and whined, obviously wanting his Hiccup and fearing for him just as much as the others if not more so. The worse thing was, if Toothless could not be healed Stoick might be forced to put him down, and event that if Dagur hadn't already killed Hiccup would surely result in the boy's death either way.

. . .

With Hiccup in shock and his mind not completely there he was relatively easy to control. He didn't exactly do as he was told, he seemed incapable of even the simplest things at times but that was primarily due to the pain constantly racing up and down his body that would cause him to tremble and shaking uncontrollably at the most unsuspecting times. Infection had begun to set in and a fever topped off his list of growing ailments. He was delirious with pain, fever and drink and mistaking Berserkers for Hooligans and more than once called to Savage or Vorg thinking they were either Stoick or that bubbling idiot Gobber. It was quite amusing at first. One moment Hiccup would be sitting at the table staring at the food but too afraid to touch it the next he would try to stand up forgetting he was not wearing his prosthetic or forgetting he was missing a leg all together and end up tumbling to the floor where he would sit and mope and not bother trying to get back up until Dagur urged him to do so. But as amusing as it was to watch his rival flounder around like a lost two year it was also quite worrisome and soon Dagur put Hiccup back to bed and decided to take another look at the lacerations adorning his back.

Infection was the primary killer at sea, it was the reason so many were forced to have amputations and so many more died from them. A layer of green goo mixed with horrid red and yellow scabs, never a good sign. Dagur had left them in hopes of using the cleaning process as another way of torturing Hiccup and forcing him to submit. He hadn't expected the younger boy to crack the way he had. It might only be a temporary lapse for Hiccup, his mind and body collapsing unexpectedly and there still may be a lot of fight left in him, which Dagur was sure of, but he couldn't take the chance of losing Hiccup and all his precious knowledge now.

"This is going to hurt," he warned, brushing his lips over one bare shoulder as Hiccup shivered underneath him in the increasing cold. The ship was nearing the ice waters of the north and getting increasingly closer to where Dagur's Skrill was last seen battle Hiccup and his Nightfury. "But it's necessary if we're going to keep you alive."

There was a soft whimper and Hiccup turned his face away from Dagur. "Let me die," he pleaded, momentary coherent thought returning.

"Hush…now why would I do that?" Dagur cooed gently. "We haven't even starting your retraining. By the time I have you patched up you'll remember who your brother is." He pressed his lips to the side of Hiccup's head. "And who will always be here to take care of you."

By nature Dagur wasn't a gentle man. Oh he tried to be caring in his own fashion but the long and short of it was that he really didn't know how. He removed the dressing he had placed on Hiccup earlier with a hard yank when he stuck to the oozing scabs, tearing them open once more and making Hiccup jerk with a scream that he tried muffling against a pillow. The youth's back bled anew and Hiccup's trembling grew worse. Dagur clucked his tongue disapprovingly as he surveyed the damage. Yep, infected and sure to leave horrific scars for decades to come. A sure reminder to all how dare oppose Dagur.

Never one to take things slow with a just cause, Dagur grabbed a bottle of whiskey from a shelf, checked to see the year and percentage then popped open the cap with his teeth. "I never realized Johann had such extravagant tastes until I stole his ship and treasures. You know he never trades this stuff with anyone and I would have paid big had I known. This for instance was brewed over a hundred years ago. It's the strongest stuff in the Archipelago. You should feel honored, brother, because I'm using it all to help you." He cackled in delight at his own joke and took a deep swig. "Whoa…I wasn't lying." Then he upended the bottle and poured two thirds of the contents over Hiccup's torn up bare back.

Whisky, like many alcohols, could be used as an antiseptic. It ate up the bacteria and cleaned the wound but it hurt like hell, sometimes worse that when the injury was inflicted. Hiccup screamed, unable to hold his cries in or muffle them against the pillow. His back felt on fire he begged and pleaded for Dagur to stop, to just end it and kill him but Dagur did the opposite as he always did. Puss bubbled from the lacerations and Dagur meticulously cleaned it all from Hiccup back before pouring yet more alcohol over them causing Hiccup to thrash and scream all the more. Over and over this procedure continued until there was no more puss, no more goo and the stink of infection was replaced by whisky and clean bright red blood and the meat of trembling muscles. Oh Hiccup did look good covered in his own gore. Almost good enough to eat.

Remarkably Hiccup hadn't lost consciousness. He lay there shivering either from the cold or renewed shock. "Please…please kill me," he whimpered as Dagur smoothed his hair. He looked and sounded exactly like the little boy Dagur used to terrorize.

The Berserker chieftain shushed him once more with a kiss to one trembling shoulder. He was hard again, Hiccup's agony and whimpers such a turn on that he could no longer ignore it. He pressed his groin into the side of the cot as he kissed a trail over each lash, his tongue dipping in to lap at blood and nip raw meat. Each time Hiccup squirmed more and cried like a lost child seeking his mommy and it only spurred Dagur more, made him all the more harder and need almost desperate. He felt constricted in his armor, his manhood stretching through his breaches as if trying to get to Hiccup on its own and Dagur was about to do away with the blasted metal if he were not torn away from his new play thing.

The door to his chamber opened suddenly and Savage barged. He stopped short as if just realizing his actions and the fact his young chieftain was presently occupied with his pet. "Sir, we've reached the ice lands," he reported, eyeing Hiccup's bloodied back and the smear of blood covering Dagur's lips and chin. "Ah…you might want him to point out where he hid you're Skrill."

Licking his lips, Dagur glanced back down at Hiccup. He supposed he it might be for the best if he gave his brother some time to properly heal. His back looked as it something inside him had exploded outward but at least the infection was gone and he could heal now. "See what sort of healing balm is on this ship. I don't want him getting a second infection."

A few minutes later Savage returned with a jar of waxy healing balm that smelt strongly of crushed herbs. Dagur used it liberality and rubbed vast amounts into Hiccup's back, exciting more pain filled cries and squirming, each exciting Dagur almost to the point of losing control of himself and cumming right then and there. No one made him feel the way Hiccup did, not even that girl his men had given him for his birthday that look remarkably like a female version of Hiccup. She had been fun to torment and never excited him as much as Hiccup's feeble attempts to get away from him.

A long roll of clean, brand new cotton was used to bind Hiccup's back and ribs. A few of the less friendly Berserkers had taken liberties to kick Hiccup around in his cell a bit when Dagur wasn't looking as pay back for helping Alvin imprison them for the last three years and had managed to break two of his ribs before Dagur caught them and threw them overboard. It explained the wobbly, wheezing breathing that sounded as if Hiccup had something rattling in his chest each time he took a breath. Dagur let himself be used as a crutch as he helped the Hooligan back up on deck, not trusting him with the prosthetic leg. It wasn't as if Hiccup could run away but Dagur didn't want to take any chances with Hiccup. Besides, the way their bodies brushed together was almost enough to get Dagur off. Knowing it might be some time before they even came close to finding the iceberg with his Skrill help captive inside, he brought along the Dragon Eye, wanting to know more about how it worked so that once he had his Skrill they could find his treasure.

He bundled Hiccup in furs and treated him as a prized possession that he doted on and pressed against as they peered out over the white expanse of the frigid northern waters adorned with white mountains of ice floating all around them. "Where is she, Hiccup?" he purred in his ear as he ran one large hand under the fur and over the leather of the smaller man's trousers. "Where did you hide my, baby?" He wrapped his arms around Hiccup, taking a moment to breath in the scent of Hiccup mused and still sweaty hair and marvel over the fact that at some point over the last three years Hiccup had surpassed him in height if only by an inch or two. All he wanted right not was to get rid of his armor and dig his cock into Hiccup's tight virgin ass and finally make him his. No one could take Hiccup from him then, no one would dare. The Hooligans would never accept Hiccup as heir and Stoick would have to choice another, no doubt that loud mouth cousin of Hiccup's. Dagur had nearly lost it all when Alvin brutally raped him in an effort to break him but there was a big difference between Dagur and Hiccup. Dagur loved pain and used it as a weapon whether it was him suffering or not. Hiccup may be accustomed to the daily pain of being an amputee but not torture, not like what Dagur happily administered. But pain could quickly be turned to pleasure if you knew how to do it right.

The cold must have snapped some sense back into Hiccup. He blinked owlishly for a moment before gaining his bearings. "Where are we?" he questioned as he stared out over the towering icebergs.

"Near the ice lands," Dagur breathed against his neck, sending little shivers down the length of Hiccup's body and making the crew watch them with curiosity, some obviously wanting to see if their leader would rape the boy on the deck for all to see and maybe participate. His hand slid down Hiccup's thigh then up into the fur to his bare belly, just ghosting over his clothes manhood. "I know it's been a long time but you're super smart and a memory that never fades. Where did you imprison her?"

Hiccup did have a surprisingly good memory and even after three years he could still see the mountain of ice that towered nearly as tall as the highest peak on Berk, the cave of ice he and Toothless as sped through as the Skrill chased them. He remembered how smooth the ice was and how it had worked as a mirror so that the Skrill had mistaken it for them and crashed into it. He remembered the heat it took from the Barf and Belch to melt it and seal the creature deep inside. They weren't far. He raised one hand shakily toward what appeared to be a far off island towering over the icebergs many miles away. "There," he whispered. "She's there."

"Good boy," Dagur purred, a jolt of happiness running through him. "Now you can show me exactly how this works."

He went to turn Hiccup around so he can sit on a crate but the youth suddenly began flailing his arms like a madman and knocked them both off balance before grabbing the Dragon Eye and suddenly, unexpectedly, threw it out to sea with screamed, "NO!" as if it was a poisonous snake about to bite him.

Silence fell over the deck and everyone stared in shock at Hiccup as the boy clung to the side of the ship, his body tittering without the support of his prosthetic. Dagur expected to see shock and confusion on the Hooligan's face but what he saw was sorrow and grim satisfaction. Dagur righted himself and without so much as a second thought brought his fist across Hiccup's jaw, splitting his bottom lip and sending him sprawling to the deck. It would appear his brother was not yet broken let alone knowing his place. It was time to rectify that.

"Take him back to my chambers and leave on the floor like the pathetic dog he is," he ordered two of his men before glaring at the rest. "The rest of you, fish the Dragon Eye out of the water before it sinks or the lot of you are going swimming after it!" He took a moment to compose himself as he stared at where the Dragon Eye landed and was slowly sinking, the hollow center making it buoyant, but if it wasn't rescued soon it and all its lenses would be lost. Or maybe not. Hiccup was notorious for writing stuff down and not doubt drew each and every map into his notebook. Perhaps he didn't need the Dragon Eye or dragons at all to find whatever treasure it had kept hidden. All he needed was Hiccup.

He followed his men as the dragged Hiccup back down to his chambers, his mind racing with new plans. He wanted the Dragon Eye found if only to taunt Hiccup that no matter what he tried there was no winning. They weren't kids anymore and no matter how cunning and clever Hiccup was he was nothing compared to Dagur's brute force. "Put him on the table," he ordered, surprising his men who were about to dump Hiccup on the floor as earlier commanded. "Remove the furs and pull down the bandages on his chest." He gave a snort when he finally took a good look at the younger boy's hairless chest. "You're still nothing but a walking fishbone. There's like no definition…no muscle. You should at least some pecks by now." He shook his head in amusement. Well that was something he would correct soon enough. By the time he was done with Hiccup no one would recognize him.

He left the men to tend to Hiccup while he poked at the fire in the hearth, his mind racing with a suitable punishment for Hiccup's latest transgression. "You never asked me about my scar," he said as he absently ran his fingers over the right side of his face where deep gorges had been cut into his flesh nearly two years earlier. "I thought for sure that would be the first thing you wanted to know about when we saw each other again. After all it was your fault. You had us locked away. I tried escaping lots of times and nearly killed Alvin in an attempt to get to you. I nearly lost my eye when he decided to mark me." He turned and held up a deadly looking blade that was stained with blood. "You see he took this and dug into my right here to the bone and slowly drew it all the way across by cheek and then again over my eye." He shrugged as if it wasn't really a big deal and they were just discussing beauty marks. "I guess he wanted me to see so he was a little gentler there. I never did ask him why before a slit his throat with the same blade but oh well…didn't feel like listening to his babble anymore anyway. But he was rather artistic, wasn't he?"

"Dagur…" Hiccup whispered, still a little out of sorts but a bit of his old self returning. "I don't care what you do to me, I'm not giving you the Dragon Eye."

"Gee Hiccup, did I punch you too hard? You just threw the Dragon Eye into the sea. Don't worry, my men are fishing it out and I'll have it back soon enough." He patted Hiccup's cheek almost lovingly. "Now I was talking and you so rudely interrupted. You're as rude as a baby brother gets, aren't you. Now where was I? Oh yes, artistic! I'm rather artistic, too, and you're such a great canvas. I mean your back is a work of art! Savage's mind you but I think it's time I put my mark on you, too." He ran the type of the knife over Hiccup's closed eye. "I wonder what Stoick would do if I sent him one of your eyes? Or maybe your tongue, although that does have a lot of uses I have yet to try out." He moved further downward, across his chest and taunt belly until he reached Hiccup's covered groin. "What about your manhood? Or perhaps I should send that to your girlfriend so that she has something to remember you by?"

The two men had to hold Hiccup down harder as he began to squirm and placed a lot of pressure on his already sensitive back. Dagur idly traced the outline of Hiccup's dick as hummed thoughtfully.

"No…Dagur, please…please don't…" Hiccup pleaded, gazing down the length of his body at the Berserker chief with big pleading eyes. Now they were getting somewhere.

Dagur patted the small bulge lovingly. "You're cock's safe for now. I might just send your other leg home instead. It's not as if you need legs." He cackled evilly at the horror that filled Hiccup's face and one of the men grabbed his right leg to steady it for a sudden amputation. "Fear has a funny way of waking people up, doesn't it?" He waved the man to free Hiccup's leg. He wasn't about to take that, not yet at least but seeing Hiccup so scared that he was literally quaking in his boot was certainly fun. He rubbed the leg soothingly before fetching an odd shape poker and shoving it in the fire. "We're going to have so much fun, Hiccup! Just like when we were kids." He poked around the fire a little more. "Remember when we used to paint and I'd always put mine all over you to mark you as mine? Well this will be a little more permanent." Pulling the poker out he held it out to see the bright red brand on the end, the symbol of the Berserkers, the Skrill. "Hold him steady."

Hiccup tried to jerk free and almost managed to break their hold, his fear fueling his strength until one of the men jabbed him hard in the back and wrestled him into a sitting position. "Dagur…don't!" the boy screamed but it was too late to do anything. The searing hot brand was thrust against his chest, directly over his heart and a new sort of agony filled Hiccup as his flesh bubbled and cooked and the scent of burning meat filled his nostrils. The smell alone was near choking by the pain, the never ceased even when Dagur pulled the brand away. A stinking black powder was tapped onto the burn while it still bubbled and made the sensation sting all the more.

It all happened in a relatively short time, an expanse of seconds that felt like an eternity to Hiccup but once the mark was in place the men let him go and he tumbled to his side on the table, his front now hurting as much as his back. He didn't whimper this time he flat out cried, tears streaming down his face and now more than ever he wished Dagur would just kill him and be done with it. He didn't pay attention when the men left but knew he was alone with the psychotic Berserker the moment the door slammed shut.

Dagur leaned against the door and took stock of his precious prize that was growing more beautiful with every new mark to befall his freckled pale skin. "You know, you make me do these things, brother. First you lied to me about the dragons, then you kept fighting me every chance you got, and rather than simply giving me the Dragon Eye you kept stealing it back from me and now…now you tried to lose it for both of us. A little selfish, don't you think?"

Hiccup said nothing, he couldn't, the pain was too great.

"Well, we won't have to worry about that anymore, no? Now you're marked as my slave and we both know slaves can't be chiefs," Dagur continued, shaking his head as if this was the worse news he could give someone.

"You're a slave," Hiccup managed to choke out.

"Oh brother, brother, brother. I never had a master and Alvin is dead and not one of my men would dare make such a claim. I am and always will be their chief. But you," his voice became cheery. "You were just an heir and now you're nothing but whatever I say you are. Now don't cry, it's alright. You have a special place here with me and I'm going to take good care of you and all your needs. I'm going to make it all better." He kissed Hiccup's brow and gently patted at the burn with a cool wet cloth until some of the sting ebbed. He spoke gently and softly until Hiccup's pain filled sobs became a trickle of tears that stuck to his long eye lashes and gave him that feminine look once more. His pain had always been something Dagur feasted upon but this was so much more delicious that when they were kids. It more than all the other pain Hiccup had suffered aroused Dagur to the point he could no longer wait to claim what was so rightfully his.

He removed his armor, dropping it in a carefree pile on the floor then pealed the layers of old tattered clothing he had worn every day for the past three years as if just realizing that he stood there in these old rags while Hiccup was bent before him in new leather breaches. And not just any leather but finely tooled leather died green. Even though the boy mostly did the work himself it seemed a tad unfair. Dagur held his temper in check and carefully pealed the trousers off Hiccup. There was no other clothing his size and until they landed somewhere with a decent market place it would be good to keep just in case.

Hiccup lower half was just as badly bruised as his upper half due to the numerous beatings he had taken in his short stay but they lent another layer of beauty to him. He made a choked sound when Dagur's large hands moved appreciatively over his back side and down between his legs to stroke his limp cock. "Please…" he whispered, wanting the man to stop touching him. If Dagur raped him he would lose everything, far more than his chiefdom. He would lose any chance with Astrid. No woman would ever want him and any chance of him being a father would be gone, but of course Dagur had to twist it around.

"Impatient, aren't we," Dagur purred, thumbing the head of Hiccup's length. "Don't worry, pet." He took his own length in one hand and gave it a few hard jerks to ensure he was good and hard. Then, taking Hiccup's butt cheeks in both hands he spread them wide so he could see the quivering hole hidden beneath. Dagur wasn't much for lube, he enjoyed the suffering of others, but since he wanted Hiccup completely broken and reliant on him he did the decent thing – at least in his mind – and lapped at the tight ring, working it until it loosened of its own accord then proceeded to tongue fuck it, almost laughing when Hiccup gasped and pushed back, trying to escape whatever Dagur had found deep inside him. "Right there, hmm?" he hummed as he stood. With a little spit on his cock just to make that first slid a little easier, Dagur pushed in. He talked the whole time Hiccup whimpered and cried. "There, you like that, baby. A big cock in your ass is what you always wanted, MY big cock up your ass. Don't deny it, brother, I remember the way you used to watch me dress as the swimming hole. In and out just like this. That's right, babe…oh you're real tight. You want me right here, uh?" He pushed all the way in, moaning in delight at the way Hiccup's muscles clamped down on in, holding him in one place and threatening to suck the rest of him inside. He had never had anyone clamp down on him so hard and it felt so good, like Hiccup was milking him and he knew, he knew, that Hiccup wanting this just as bad as him to be holding on so tight. He groaned, his head falling back on his shoulders as he stared up at the ceiling. "Yes, suck it, babe, suck me all the way in. This is how we belong."

He was almost disappointed when Hiccup's muscles finally loosened enough for him to move but once they did he made it his mission to make them tighten again with orgasm. He moved slowly at first, rotating his hips to find that little bundle of nerves hidden inside his new lover. When that failed to excite more than a groan from Hiccup he tried faster but that failed as well. Dagur didn't let that get him down. This was their first time and first times were always hard to find the right buttons. So he focused on his own pleasure, a need that had been denied for far too long. He rocked his hips into Hiccup's and moan happily when he finally found his release and came balls deep inside him. He pumped every bit of seed into Hiccup until he was empty and his cock finally deflated after so long being hard and needy.

Hiccup was still conscious beneath him, his eyes wide and filled with pain and shock, a never ending river of tears pooling on the table top. His manhood still hung limply between his legs.

"You'll learn to enjoy it," Dagur promised as he admired the cum and blood leaking from Hiccup torn ass. He patted Hiccup's bad leg before pulling up and chair and sitting between Hiccup's legs. "You'll make the best consort the Archipelago has to offer by the time I'm done." And, turning Hiccup carefully onto his back, he proceeded to show Hiccup some of the pleasure he could offer by greedily sucking his limp cock and forcing him to get hard and orgasm into his mouth until Hiccup was screaming for a new purpose.