A War Within 5

Stoick's fingers flexed around the axe handle as he stared worriedly at Toothless. The dragon's wing was torn to the point he couldn't fly even if he had the help of a rider. There were broken ribs and one paw couldn't take his complete weight. Some of the injuries would heal but that wing…there was nothing they could do for that wing. If he were a lame horse he would be put down rather than allowed to suffer. One blow to the back of the neck was all it would take. One blow and he would no longer feel any pain. Stoick fingers tightened around the hilt.

Greengage eyes met his and a small frightened wobble questioned him. Toothless knew what he was thinking, knew that he was now useless to him but he didn't want to die. He wanted to find Hiccup and make those that took him pay as much as Stoick did.

"I'm sorry, Toothless, I don't know how to help you," Stoick whispered, his hand lovingly stroking the dragon's rectangular head. But he couldn't bring himself to swing the axe and head it all. He had grown to love Toothless as if he were part of his family, as if he was an extension of Hiccup and not just another dragon or pet. He dropped the axe, unable to do it. If Hiccup was home he would figure a way to help Toothless. He was smart and would think of something. He would patch the hole in the dragon's wing with some thin leather and some form of adhesive that would probably mesh with the leather of Toothless's wings and become permanent and… He had it! "Gobber!" he bellowed, jumping to his feet. "Gobber, fire up the forge!" They didn't have much time but if anyone could track down Hiccup it would be Toothless and together they could heal each other from whatever Dagur was doing to his boy.

. . .

"Ngh…uh…"

The sounds of soft grunts could be heard throughout the ship but neither participant cared what the rest of the crew might think. They moved against each other, sweaty limps sliding over the other's. Fingers dug into flesh, pulling and pushing. Their first joining had triggered a lust in Dagur he never felt before and he simply couldn't get enough of Hiccup. They lay together on the bed, a mix of tangled limbs as he slowly thrust in and out of his lover. Hiccup was facing him this time and although his face was screwed up in slight pain – his back and chest was bound to hurt for quite some time – there was the telltale signs of beginning pleasure. Dagur had been working on him for nearly two days coaxing him to relax and just focus on that little bundle of nerves inside him. So far it wasn't working as well as he had hoped but it still felt good to Dagur.

He rolled his hips and leaned over Hiccup, bracing himself on his elbows so he could watch every twitch and pull of muscle that played over the youth's face as Dagur moved inside him. It was like a game and if Hiccup gasped then he had hit something good. "There? You like it there?" he asked when Hiccup's breath hitched. He did it a second time just to ensure he had hit the right spot and maybe awaken the Hooligan's libido. "Don't keep trying to fight it, baby. You're body knows what you want better than your mind. Let it take control and the pain will go away."

Hiccup's hands balled up and he pressed them to his eyes. "No…" he breathed, still fighting.

Dagur rolled his eyes. "You're being stubborn." He rolled his hips and gave Hiccup's prostrate a good hard jab making the younger gasp again. "If you're trying to stay true to that pretty little blonde of yours forget about it. You and I both know she was only ever interested in you because of the power becoming chief would give you. She never cared about you, Hiccup. All she cared about was power. I cared about you. I always cared about you. Did she let you touch her like this? Did she once offer to give you head like I do?" He gently pulled one of Hiccup's hands away from his face so their eyes could meet. "Look at you. You may be a little taller than me now but you still a weak little fishbone in need of protection. You could never be a powerful and fearsome chieftain but I don't care about that, I never did. All I ever wanted was you just as you are. Now that I've made you mine she will never want to touch you. She'll think you're tainted. Is that love? Oh is me willing to give you all the pleasure in the world love?" He moved the hand from Hiccup's face and smiled gently down at him. "I can be very gentle if you let me. I can give you everything in the world, jewels and dragons and protect you like you should be but I'm not afraid to punish you either and take great joy in your agony. Do we have understanding?"

Hiccup took a shuddered breath and looked away unable to answer. His eyes closed as Dagur went back to fucking him, hating the feel of the hard meat moving inside him. This was so wrong, so demeaning but Dagur was right; Astrid would never want him after this. She might pity him but would also look upon him with disgust just as the other riders and tribesmen would. And his father…his father would really disown him this time…if Hiccup was lucky. Or maybe he would lock him away as an embarrassment and strip him of all rights. He would never become chief and he didn't even want to imagine what would happen to him when Snotlout became chief if he ever made it back to Berk.

A garbled cry escaped him as Dagur paid particular attention to that little something inside him that sent jolts of electricity through him and had him arching at the foreign feeling. "Ngh…uh….ugh!" he whimpered, grasping Dagur's shoulders for support.

"There we go. That's right, rock with me. I knew you'd get into it. Take it all," Dagur cooed, thrusting harder and faster. He calmed Hiccup's lips in dominating kiss. "Uh…yes..."

Hiccup's grip tightened on Dagur's shoulders and a hoarse grunt passed his chapped lips as Dagur filled him again. Three times in the last two days he had been filled with Dagur seed yet he still felt no arousal except when his cock was sucked and he was forced to orgasm. And it wasn't just once, Dagur milked him two or three times at a time, sucking his manhood while forcefully fingering his ass three knuckles deep.

But this time Dagur did none of that. He slumped down behind Hiccup and threw an arm around the younger's waist. "You came a little that time," he said pleased with the outcome.

Hiccup rolled away from him, disgusted by the very idea.

"Oh, don't be so upset," the Berserker teased, his lips brushing over the mop of auburn hair. "You need to forget about your friends and that silly dragon and start listening to your body." He pressed his hand to Hiccup's belly. "This is where you want me…so deep you feel me poking through your navel. That's our sweet spot."

The youth moaned softly, the feeling of being full hand having Dagur's hand over his stomach oddly comforting. The Berserker snuggled against him, his warmth soothing against Hiccup's back and the hand on his belly tracing soothing patterns over taunt skin. The gentle soothing touches and light kisses to his throat were almost enough to lull Hiccup into his first peaceful sleep since he was captured.

Dagur no longer seemed so threatening. That violence that always surrounded him like an aura was not so much gone as it was under control. It was something every Berserker on the ship quickly released. Their chief was calm for the first since he was a child and talked to the crew with an ease that surprised many. There was no yelling or threats even when the Dragon Eye was recovered missing only a few disks. He didn't cackle like a deranged maniac but chuckled and told Vorg to hide it on one of the other ships where Hiccup was unlikely to find it should he attempt another escape. He hummed and looked off toward the island of ice dreamily, his smile, a real smile growing the closer they got to it. He was like a new person and it was quickly agreed upon that Hiccup, regardless of his physical and mental state, was good for Dagur and anything good for Dagur was good for them. So they worked harder to get to the ice island and find him his Skrill and they obsessed over making sure Hiccup was well fed and injuries cared for. The former Hooligan heir was going to be with them for a very, very long time.

Not everyone was happy with the changes. Sure having Dagur happy and acting almost normal was good for moral but Hiccup had not suffered nearly enough in Savage's opinion, and everyone should of an opportunity to enjoy the boy if only a little, but he never voiced his thoughts. Two men had already been thrown overboard for suggesting such a thing. An opportunity presented itself a few hours after the ship moored next to the ice island.

Dagur and Hiccup were asleep on the bed. Dagur's right arm and leg were draped over Hiccup possessively, his face snuggled into the crook of Hiccup's shoulder and jaw. They did look peaceful together compared their usual taunting and trying to one up one another.

"Sir," he called to Dagur. He waited for the young chief to stir before continuing. "The men have located your Skrill."

Nothing woke Dagur out of a deep quite as fast as work of his Skrill. He slowly untangled himself from Hiccup and sat up in bed. "Mmm…? Already? Where?" He rubbed one eye and gave a small yawn.

"Deep in a cavern just as he said," Savage reported, nodding toward Hiccup's limp and bruised form. "But it's encased in solid ice."

Moving with cat like grace, Dagur climbed over Hiccup and off the bed with jarring him awake. "Then take a team and go chip it free."

"That will take weeks, sir. We don't have enough supplies to last more than a few more days."

"Then send some ships to the nearest trade route and get some," Dagur snapped in annoyance. Did he to do everything himself? His annoyance only grew when Savage stood in the doorway without so much as making a move to follow his orders. The former Outcast was getting increasingly troublesome since Hiccup's capture. "Are you deaf? Get out!"

Savage's gaze went from Dagur to Hiccup's naked form sprawled out over the bed the only bit of clothing adoring him being the bandages wrapped tightly around his torso. His gaze snapped forward at Dagur's angry voice. "Aye, sir. I'll send a pirating party to fetch supplies," he said hurriedly, realizing he had been caught ogling his leader's play thing, then turned on his heel and went back to the deck to carry out his orders.

With a dismissive shake of the head, Dagur looked back down at his supposedly sleeping bedmate. "You've never been that good an actor, brother. You have no need to be modest," he chastised playfully as he carded his fingers through mused auburn locks that were tangled from sweat and hours of fucking. His hair looked worse than a bird's nest. That wouldn't do at all. Hiccup needed a bath and his hair brushed out. No consort or slave of Dagur the Deranged's should look this disgraceful. It would simply not do. "When I return we'll have a nice warm bath. You like baths right? Of course you do. You'll sit on my lap while I wash you. We'll have so much fun."

Hiccup cringed and pressed his face against his pillow. No, that did not sound fun. It sounded as if his ass would take yet another beating while he was "cleaned". Nothing could clean him now. Nothing could take away what Dagur had turned him into. He flinched as warm lips pressed against his temple.

"I won't be long but while I gone I want you to eat something. I'll have the cook make you some nice warm soup that way when I get back I can bury my cock in your nice warm body. How does that sound?" When Hiccup didn't object or answer in any way Dagur took that as a resounding "yes" and grinned victoriously.

Hiccup shifted on the bed and turned his head so he could watch Dagur. Every inch of his hurt but he still wanted to escape. The new problem he faced was the slave mark on his chest. Even if he could forget the sexual abuse inflicted on him there really was nowhere he could go. The moment anyone saw the slave mark they would know he belonged to Dagur and be captured and taken back to the Berserkers. And there was no doubt in his mind that Dagur wouldn't put a heavy ransom on his head, demanding he be returned alive if only to torture him over and over again into submission before raping him until his insides bled out and….

He tried to push those horrid yet very plausible thoughts out of his mind and instead focused on Dagur's backside. The older man was littered in scars as well, more than Hiccup thought possible. It was like looking into his future, what his back would look like once it healed. The crisscross of old lash marks rippling his skin like some deranged map maker of one of the big cities on the mainland with overlapping roads, streets and paths that conjoined in the center. A part of Hiccup wanted to reach out and run his fingers over it just to get an idea what his might one day feel like. These scars were something they now had in common and while it hurt and felt weird it was also a little calming in a twisted sort of way.

"Where are you going?" he asked, his mind having slipped once more and feeling slightly lost and disoriented again. He blinked rapidly for a moment as he tried remembering. Savage had just been there hadn't he? Memory loss was becoming all too frequent of late and he wasn't sure why but maybe it was a good thing.

Dagur was midway through doing up his breastplate but stopped and looked at him a little surprised before grinning. "Oh, oh! Did you take one too many whacks to the head? They found my Skrill and I'm going up to see her. You're going to stay here and eat some soup and get all nice and warm so that I can warm up when I get back. It's cold out there."

Hiccup thought about that for a moment. Yep, that was what they talked about only a few minutes ago. So why wasn't it sticking? "I'm not hungry," he lied, his stomach rumbling from lack of food since his captivity. He'd only eaten a bit of bread and whatever sweet meat Dagur had hand fed him when he refused to eat and all he had to drink was a little water the rest was mead which kept messing with his head since he wasn't a big alcohol drinker to begin with.

"Yes, you are," Dagur said sternly as he grabbed Hiccup by the arms and forced him into one of the chairs at the table. "I don't want you wasting away on me. You're going to eat whatever is presented before you or I have another more fun way of giving you all your protein. Remember, I've been very kind to you so far. If you want me to get mean I will."

Hiccup swallowed. If Dagur thought floggings, beatings, near drownings and repeated rapes was being nice Hiccup didn't want to see what his version of mean was. He shifted uncomfortably – Dagur had shoved something into him after the last fuck session – and dug his nails into the palms of his hands to try and keep the trembling back then gave the tiniest of nods. "Alright…I'll…I'll eat."

"That's my boy!" Dagur chirped before diving in for a kiss. "I've got big plans for us, brother. You and I are going to rule the Archipelago!"

"Yeah," Hiccup mumbled in agreement only to receive yet another unwanted kiss. He wanted until Dagur left and the door behind him slammed shut. He was alone for the first time in days and finally he could break down with anyone chastising him or threatening harm if he didn't quiet down. He sobbed openly, his only thoughts on his friends and family, those he had let down by being so weak and unable to escape Dagur and his men early on. Shame, guilt and self-loathing filled him. He could never go back now. No one would love him now. He was tainted and marked and nothing more than a sex slave for Dagur to enjoy and abuse as he saw fit. Hiccup was nothing now but the mistake his people once saw him as. "I'm sorry, Dad," he mumbled under his breath. "I'm sorry, Toothless. I'm so sorry, Astrid…I'll never be the man you want or deserve…" His tears fell more steadily and he didn't even notice when the cook brought him his food or felt the fur wrapped around his shoulders. He didn't feel anything anymore except the crushing fact that his life as he knew it was over.

. . .

"Any luck?" Snotlout asked when he and the other riders regrouped on Dragon Island. They had been going out with the younger riders hoping to track down Dagur and Hiccup but so far each raid had been for nothing. They had tracked Berserker chips containing Hiccup's scent all over the Archipelago and when they managed to break their way onto the ships – the younger riders offering cover fire for the elders. But other than some bloodied cloths hanging from the masts there was no sign of Hiccup anywhere and none of the Berserkers were talking nor will talk after their ships were sunk. Hiccup may believe in sparing his enemies lives but the others weren't so willing when there was a very real possibility that their leader was lost to them, especially Astrid who took a sick pleasure burying her axe into the Berserkers who taunted that Hiccup was either or Dagur play thing by now. She displayed a rage and bloodlust only equal to Stoick and Snotlout was starting to fear for them both.

The Berserkers would have done well if they simply told them where Dagur had taken Hiccup. All the riders knew Dagur wouldn't be stupid enough to take him back to his own island but just in case he was Tuffnut had gone undercover as Buffnut to check things out and came back empty handed.

"Harold hasn't seen Dagur since he broke out of prison," the male twin reported as he leaned forward on Belch's head.

"He's lying," Astrid growled, glaring at Tuffnut for believing such a thing.

"Nah uh. He doesn't have a reason to lie. With Dagur off doing whatever Harold's been leading the Berserkers. I don't think he cares if Dagur ever returns."

Astrid gave a snort, still not believing him.

"He did say to try north. If Dagur has Hiccup he'd be after the Skrill or something to that effect. He was kind of hard to understand with all the coughing and phlegm and such. I think he's dying or something so I guess Dagur might not have any choice but to return soon and lead again."

Everyone stared at him in astonishment.

"The Skrill?" Fishlegs asked.

"Yeah, we put it on ice in the northlands after Hiccup got it away from Dagur. Why?"

"Why didn't either of you mention that before now!" Snotlout snapped at them.

"Better question is why didn't any of us take that under consideration before now," Fishlegs interceded before Snotlout could leap of Hookfang and strangle the twins.

"Because none of us knew there was a chance it was still alive," Astrid answered. She looked off toward the north. "We better get Stoick. He knows the northlands better than any of us."

. . .

Savage waited a full hour after Dagur left the ship with the hunting party before making his move. The trek to the ice cave holding the Skrill captive was dangerous and filled with peril. One man had already fallen to his death and Savage secretly hoped Dagur would meet with the same fate. He waited until the young chieftain was out of sight before making his way down to Dagur's chamber's to "check" on Hiccup. The other men either didn't care or were too occupied trying to keep warm around the hearth to comment on the issue. The northlands were frigid and the possibility of being attacked by a sea dragon far too common in these waters for them to worry about where one person went. Savage could be torn limb from limb by a Sea Dragonese Giganiticus and no one of them would worry or care as they rushed to save their own skin and quite frankly Savage wouldn't give a damn if the same happened to one of them. He was an outside, an Outcast regardless if he was still a member of his tribe or not.

He strolled down the long corridor that served as a banquet hall and hold until he reached the large wooden door of Dagur's chamber. He didn't knock – it wasn't as if Hiccup would answer it or open it for him – but opened it quickly not wanting to shock the boy if he were sleeping. Oh, if Hiccup was asleep he was in for one hel of a wakening. Savage's cock throb with just the thought of entering Hiccup's sweet little ass. He would do what Alvin refused and make Hiccup do his bidding. He'd take a taste of Hiccup now and then kill Dagur in his sleep and make the boy his. He was certain that if he presented Hiccup to Alvin that his former chief would welcome him back with open arms especially when Hiccup trained his dragons and gave him the army he always wanted. Yes, Alvin would forgive him and take him back and all would be forgiven as they enjoyed Hiccup together just as they planned to years ago.

Hiccup was not lying on the bed as Savage had hoped. He sat curled up on a chair looking blankly at an empty bowl with little dabs of cream smeared across one cheek where he must have tried whipping it from his lips. He didn't look up when the door opened, fully expecting Dagur to return at any time so it was a bit of a shock for him to have Savage standing before him.

"Savage?" he asked, his voice small and timid but with the smallest hint of hope that maybe one of his tormentors had a change of heart and was going to free him.

The man frowned at the bowl of soup than at Hiccup. "You ate already," he stated as if it was the rudest thing Hiccup could have down. When the boy nodded his frown on grew. "Are you still hungry?"

The boy shook his head "no".

Savage had planned on feeding Hiccup his cock, make him suck it and swallow every bit of his seed but he knew from past experience that that didn't always work out well when someone in Hiccup's position had just finished their first meal in days. Oh well, he still had a nice – if not bruised – body to play with. "Get up on the table," he ordered. He only had so much time before Dagur returned.

"What?" Hiccup asked confused then looked down at his amputation and then back at Savage as if he had lost his mind. "Why?"

A snarl gave from Savage and he grabbed Hiccup by the throat, hauling him off the chair and slamming him down on the table with such force the air was knocked out of Hiccup's lungs and he was unable to cry out, not that he could have either way. Savage squeezed his throat to the point that Hiccup could barely utter a sound.

"When I tell you to do something you do it immediately, or hasn't Dagur taught you that yet?" He growled low in Hiccup's face, not wanting the men on deck to hear them. Dagur might love fucking the boy hard and loud but Savage couldn't afford such rowdiness without possibly losing his life. He gazed down Hiccup's nude body framed in the fur that had opened when he hit the table. He was a brute, one leg and all.

"Let go of me," Hiccup wheezed, kicking out with his good leg. Instinct ruled him and he struggled, kicking and digging his nails into Savage's wrist until the man backhanded him so hard he was seeing stars and his body went limp.

"Still a lot of fight in you," Savage chuckled. "Dagur does love his whore with bite in them. Me? Not so much. Now you're going to listen very carefully and do as I say or the next time I see that girlfriend of yours she's going to be chained and warming my bed, understand? My cock's going to fill her pussy and I'll make you watch as she screams MY name. Savvy?"

Hiccup squeezed his eyes shut. Not again. Not another man raping him.

"And you're going to stay quiet about this. No one needs to know what we're doing but you and me," Savage continued as he undid his breaches with one hand then gave his erect length a few hearty strokes. "You are real pretty like this, boy. All bare and battered. Your thighs are a nice shade of purple. What's this?"

A waxy white rope was hanging from Hiccup's ass with a small ring attached to the end. Savage gave a ruthless grin before looping one finger through the ring and pulling slowly. Hiccup bucked beneath him, his back arching as one by one the string of fat pearls were pulled out of him and plopped onto the table.

"I'll give Dagur credit he knows how to take care of his toys. Did they feel good in you? Bush against your prostrate and make you want to cum each time you moved?" He chuckled lowly as he pulled Hiccup's rear to the edge of the table. "Don't worry, I'll put them right back in when I'm done."

Hiccup tried to struggle more, tried to kick in hopes of dislodging the large man but Savage pinned down his good leg, pushing it open and flush against the table and jarring the hip. Hiccup felt the tip push in and he immediately clenched down, trying to stop him. Savage used no lube and was not deterred in the slightest, the pearls having opened Hiccup wide and using his own juices to stay lubed. Hiccup begged for him to stop. It was bad enough to be turned into Dagur's sex puppet but Savage's too? This was beyond his wildest nightmare. Why was this happening to him? He knew the moment Savage was all the way in, the man eased up on his throat just enough for him to catch his breath and bent low to his ear.

"You are a little whore, aren't you? You're sweet little ass isn't even clenching, it just accepted me in with no trouble. You like cocks up your ass like some little girl?" the man taunted.

"No…" Hiccup whimpered only to be chocked again as Savage pulled out and slammed into him again.

"What was that, I didn't quite check it?" He let Hiccup catch his breath again.

"No…" the boy cried, fighting to gather some form of dignity.

Again Savage's huge hand crushed his throat and again he pulled out and slammed into Hiccup. "Only little girly boys like having their asses filled with cock, Hiccup, and your ass is loving this. Don't deny it. You've been waiting for someone to fuck you, haven't you? I bet you love what Dagur's been doing to you. You beg for it, don't you? Of course a boy of your build must be passed around your tribe. Does your father whore you out? That would have ended the war against the Outcasts much quicker."

Hiccup clawed at his wrist refusing to answer him. His father would never do that to him.

"Maybe Dagur could make you more submissive if he simply took this," Savage mused, grabbed at Hiccup limp cock and give it a few hard pulls. "It's not as if you'll have any use for it. What woman would want you after this?"

"Please…no…" Hiccup wheezed, nearly blacking out with the grip on his throat.

Savage gave it a painful twist and Hiccup thought for sure the man would rip it off. His back arched at the combined agony beset on his entire body.

"Now, be a good little fuck toy and tell how much you like this," Savage crooned, leaving Hiccup's still limps cock to crush his testicles in one meaty palm. "Tell me how much of a whore you are and all the naughty little ways you want to be fucked."

His grip loosened but only enough for Hiccup to pant out those few vital words Savage wanted to hear ever since he first heard Hiccup's screams while being fucked by Dagur. "I'm a whore," Hiccup sobbed, one hand falling from Savage's wrist at the damning sound of his own voice and repeating what Dagur had said to him earlier. "I like being fucked deep and hard."

"That's what I thought," Savage purred before going back to choking Hiccup. Not hard or enough to kill him but enough to leave his mark as a reminder for the boy that sooner or later he was going to be passed around and fucked by every man on the ship and maybe the rest of the armada. Now he took his time pushing in and out, enjoying the way the boy's muscles jumped and his breath shuddered with each hard thrust. This was well worth the wait.

. . .

The Skrill was exactly as Dagur remembered it and just as beautiful. He ran his figures over the ice encasing it as he smiled happily to himself. He had Hiccup and now his Skrill. All that was missing was that silly Nightfury and then his collection would be complete. Oh, he still intended on capturing Hiccup's Nightfury and making it his, after all how was he supposed to learn to rider a dragon if his teacher did not have one to ride next to him with. Of course they could always share the Skrill but Dagur wasn't exactly good at sharing his toys and he didn't want Hiccup suffering for his selfishness.

"Set some flares around it," he instructed the work crew presently chipping away at the ice. "Melt it out slowly otherwise the whole cavern will likely come down on your heads. Savage, I want…Savage?" He turned and looked back down the tunnel. "Where's Savage?" he asked the nearest warrior that had accompanied him onto the island.

"On the ship, sir. You had him breaking up the ships to gather supplies from the Peaceables," the man said, looking rather surprised that Dagur had forgotten already. He had been doing so good since Hiccup came along.

"He's supposed to be here," Dagur grumbled. Something was wrong. Savage had stayed by his side ever since the day Dagur took over the Outcasts but lately he had been acting more and more out of character, almost as if he was a different person. But why? What had changed? "Hiccup…" he breathed to himself before running and sliding out of the cave at full speed and rushing back to the ship. Savage had changed because of Hiccup's capture. Dagur wasn't sure of it but he was almost certain the former Outcast was after his prize.

. . .

Hiccup could barely stay conscious. The hold around his neck had tightened the closer and closer Savage came to completion. Hiccup's neither region was abused over and over again as Savage tried to make him hard, yanked and pulled on his length and squeezed his testicles to the point Hiccup was sure they no longer existed. But he couldn't fight the man, he had no strength left. He could barely, barely see and all he felt was his body bouncing on the table as Savage called him horrible names. There were no tears left, no sense of self preservation. There was nothing he could do to save himself and the hold he kept on Savage's wrist was the only thing keeping his mind from completely collapsing and putting him in a void so deep he would never find his way out. He could not get hard no matter how much Savage tried.

"What type of slut doesn't get hard when they get what they want?" Savage spat at him, although it was clear Savage was good and hard as he rammed into Hiccup again and again.

Hiccup couldn't answer, he didn't know but he was quite certain no one in their right mind would be turned on by being raped.

"You're a disgrace as Stoick's heir and as Dagur's whore," Savage cursed, his movement becoming near animalistic as he took out his anger and hate on Hiccup's broken body. He sudden froze deep inside of Hiccup, his eyes bulging in shock and pain.

Hiccup barely had the sense to look up when a long sword suddenly burst through the man's chest sending a gush of blood spewing forward and splashing onto Hiccup's face. Savage's grip around Hiccup's throat loosened but the boy was beyond words, his mouth working but no sound coming out.

"He belongs to me," Dagur snarled behind Savage, one hand on his shoulder to keep him in place and inadvertently inside Hiccup as his body went through its death throws. If jerk about as Savage fought to stop the bleeding and keep leaving if only a little longer but a body knows when it's going to die and it thrust into Hiccup as if trying to run though him and out to freedom. It was more painful than when Savage was living up to his name and raping Hiccup. It was more viral when it went so deep Hiccup was sure it would come out the other side of him and hot, stinking juices filled his inners, not just cum but the piss of a man who just emptied his bowels. When he was still, his eyes wide open and glazed with the pale white film of death, then did Dagur let him go to fall on Hiccup, his deflated length still buried deep inside.

"Tell me, brother, did you invite him in for a little roll on the table or did he force his way in you," Dagur asked coolly as he whipped the blood off his long sword and eyed the beads on the floor.

"Dagur…" Hiccup cried, unable to believe Dagur would think such a thing of him. Did Dagur really think he would whore himself out after being raped? His chest heaved and he sobbed openly. He had a dead man lying on his with his cock shoved way up his ass still twitching as the body cooled. He had been used as nothing but piece of meat to be beaten and fucked and tortured and being told over and over again that he wanted it, that he liked it. He couldn't take it anymore. He was better off dead. Or maybe they were right and somewhere deep in his subconscious he did want this, he did like this. But that wasn't possible. He hated every minute of it. He wanted to go home. He wanted Toothless. He wanted Astrid. He wanted his Dad.

The heavy body was finally shoved off of him and Hiccup rolled to the ground, crying and vomiting until there was nothing left in his stomach and a rancid taste left in his mouth. He dry heaved for another minute until he was swept up into Dagur's arms and against his warm bare chest. Bare chest? Dagur had stripped while he cried his heart out. Hot bruising lips pressed into Hiccup, licking at the splatter of blood as if it were a delicious treat. One hand cupped Hiccup's ass and lifted him off the table and onto Dagur's hard length. Hiccup gave a cry of a mix of pain, shame and the sheer audacity that Dagur would enter him after the filth Savage had pumped in his body in those last moments of life. If he wasn't tainted before he certainly was now. He could feel Savage's essence rolling around in his belly and squishing out with every thrust Dagur gave him. Nonetheless he clung to the Berserker chief, needing to clung to something after what happened, needing the sense of protection Dagur gave off as he whispered assurances and promises to never let anyone touch him like that again.

"He's gone now. He'll never hurt you again. It's just you and me, brother, just as it was always meant to be," Dagur whispered in his ear as he pressed Hiccup against the wall and peppered his face in kisses. "Just you and me…no one is ever going to touch you again."

And strangely enough Hiccup believed him. He clung to Dagur tighter and for the first time moved with him and timidly returned the kisses. Even though their movements were frantic and demanding, Dagur stayed gentle and kept talking, kept assuring Hiccup he wasn't a whore and that he was loved and cherished and would always be protected now that they were one. And soon Hiccup found himself hardening of his own accord, Savage's abuse not doing as much damage as he feared. When he came it was all over Dagur's taunt abs and the Berserker showed his appreciation by showering him in cum as well before licking him clean.

Hiccup was all cried out by the time they were done and lying together in a quivering mess on the bed. Dagur stroked his arm absently as some of his men gathered Savage's body. "Take him to my Skrill. She'll be hungry when she wakes up and the cold will keep him fresh for her," he ordered, this time making sure Hiccup's nude form was hidden peering eyes. He was not taking a chance of any of his other men betraying him to get a taste of his Hiccup.

Once Savage was gone a tube was filled with hot water and Dagur kept his promise to bathe Hiccup and himself but there were no more shenanigans. Dagur simply sat in the tube with him and washed every inch of Hiccup's body and after who knows how many days Hiccup had been held captive it was good to finally be clean again and no longer covered in Savage's blood.