Here's chapter 4! Thanks to all who reviewed last chapter, and here's your shout-outs! :D

Lightclaw's Shadow: Ick, Dagur! I hate Dagur...

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hiccupandtoothless294: Seriously, Dagur! Think for a moment!

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Dagur and Savage stepped onto the shore, leaving their ships behind. The rest of their men took up crossbows should someone learn of their presence while Savage took sleeping darts. Dagur took a deep breath of the night air through his nose and exhaled through his mouth. "Ahh," he breathed, almost dreamily. "What a perfect night for a kidnapping, wouldn't you say?"

Savage snapped to attention. "Yes, sire," he said.

Dagur obviously didn't notice the waver in the ex-Outcast's voice, or he would have mentioned it. He turned back towards their surroundings and examined them. "It's quiet," he said. "You would think they would be training. It's the perfect night to, of course." He shrugged. This was good news. If they were taking a night off of training, capturing Hiccup would be easier. It meant they wouldn't have to worry about somehow running into another one of the dragon riders.

He grinned. "Alright," he said, turning back towards the men on the ships. "If anyone comes, use dart guns. We need Hiccup's friends alive if we're ever going to get their secrets out of him. Stay here, and keep it down. If you don't, I'll show you just how well I sharpened my axe."

It sounded like a good plan, and Dagur had confidence that it was going to work. So, he turned, grabbed a small bag of darts, and headed upwards.

He'd never been to Dragon's Edge, but it wasn't hard to find Hiccup's residence. The structure of it was well-built, which had Hiccup written all over it. Most of the other houses Dagur passed either had serious structural issues, were too decorated, or too heavily armored to be something Hiccup would live in.

So, when he came to the most normal looking of the group, he knew it was Hiccup's easily. He crept towards the door, and pushed it open as quickly as he dared.

He stepped inside, leaving the door cracked so that the moonlight would supply him with enough light to get his job done.

He glanced about the establishment for a brief moment before his eyes caught movement, and he turned, just as Toothless bounded down the stairs and growled warningly.

Dagur sighed. "Don't look at me like that," he said. "I'm not here to hurt 'cha. Yet…"

Toothless sprang forward, stopping directly in front of Dagur, who flinched, but didn't back down. Dagur rolled his eyes. "You can't scare me, dragon," he said. "I am Dagur the Deranged. Nothing scares me."

Toothless growled, louder this time, his teeth bared.

"So," Dagur said, "where is my brother?"

Many things happened at once: Toothless pounced, Dagur threw one of his sleeping darts, and the next thing he knew, the Night Fury was unconscious. Dagur could have laughed. He didn't think that would actually work that easily.

Now, he needed to find Hiccup. If Toothless was here, then Hiccup couldn't have been too far off.

Not many things shocked Dagur, but he had to admit, he was a little confused when Hiccup stumbled down the stairs, a blanket wrapped around his shoulders. In the faint moonlight, Dagur could tell in a heartbeat that something was off. Instead of being hyper or concerned at the ruckus, Hiccup looked more...bleary. His normally bright, intense eyes were red and unfocused, almost as if he hadn't slept for days. His hair was messier than usual, his face abnormally pale.

"What was that?" he slurred; there was a rasp in his voice that Dagur found odd. "Toothless?" Hiccup looked around the room, and when he saw Dagur, he sighed, almost as if he were disappointed. "I'm not showing you how to use the Dragon Eye," Hiccup muttered as if it were an afterthought.

This wasn't like him, so Dagur assumed that something was definitely wrong. Normally, Hiccup would shout, "How did you get in here!?" or "What are you doing here!?" or the ever-so-frequent, "Dagur. I should have known."

Instead, Hiccup stumbled over his own feet, grabbed a bowl off the table, and looked into a pail Dagur had noticed when he first came in. "Oh, broth, okay," Hiccup said, his eyes brightening for a split second.

Dagur watched him curiously, not knowing what to do. Was he...sick? "Um…" Dagur cleared his throat, and Hiccup looked at him expectantly. "Hiccup," Dagur began.

"Oh, sorry," Hiccup said, shaking his head. "Where are my manners...you hungry?" At this, he scooted the bowl towards Dagur and gestured to the pail of broth.

Dagur shook his head. "No. Actually..." he took in a breath, "...This is actually a kidnapping."

Hiccup sighed and rested his head in his hands. "Darn it, not again," he muttered. "Could you come back some other time?"

Dagur was considering doing that, now that he was actually seeing Hiccup. But at the same time...this could be one of his best opportunities to capture Hiccup, when he was sick and vulnerable. Besides, if his friends knew he was sick, and if they knew that Dagur had him in his clutches, they would probably move all the faster to save him.

But, on the other hand...did Dagur really want to deal with a sick Hiccup?

Dagur sighed. He would have to, in order to get what he wanted. Hopefully it was worth it in the end.

"No," Dagur said. "You're coming with me."

Hiccup groaned under his breath and put his head on the table. "Being sick stinks," he grumbled.

Dagur tilted his head to one side. "Yes, I suppose it does," he said. "But nevermind that. We're leaving."

Hiccup laughed, and promptly started coughing afterwards. "You make it sound like we're going on vacation," he said as soon as his fit of coughing came to an end.

When Dagur didn't answer, Hiccup groaned again and rose unsteadily to his feet.

"Are you contagious?" Dagur questioned.

Hiccup shrugged. "I dunno. Probably. Why?"

Dagur sighed. He was not in the mood to get sick, especially with whatever Hiccup had. It'll be worth it in the end, he told himself. I'll have the Dragon Eye. I'll know how to take Hiccup and his friends down. Getting sick is a worthy sacrifice.

Hiccup blinked. "I'm seeing spots," he said flatly. He blinked again. "And now they're stars...ugh…"

He then collapsed, hitting the floor like a stone. Dagur stared at him, torn between pity and getting what he wanted. He glanced back at the unconscious Night Fury, and looked back down at the unconscious boy on the ground.

This was his best chance, and he had to take it.

He wrote a message out on paper and left it on Hiccup's desk before turning back to his captive. He hooked his arms underneath Hiccup's, and then proceeded to drag the Berkian heir. He should have brought Savage with him. Savage should have been the one to drag Hiccup across the island.

He felt an odd feeling of pity at what he was doing to Hiccup. Normally, he would give his victims a chance to fight. He didn't feel it was fair if they didn't even have a chance, like Hiccup. Besides, he kind of felt bad for the boy. He and Hiccup had been best friends when they were younger. Every time the Berserkers went to Berk for the peace treaty signing, he and Hiccup would always go exploring, hunting for trolls, or even swimming once or twice.

That ended the day Dagur almost drowned Hiccup, but still. They were friends, back in the day, and part of Dagur wished they were still friends, but…

They were enemies now, and nothing was going to change that. They were enemies. Hiccup lied to Dagur, and now, Hiccup was going to pay for it. Hiccup chose Toothless over his brother, and Dagur was going to make him sorry.

Although he still felt bad about not giving Hiccup a chance to fight back.

But hey, at least now, he didn't have to use a sleeping dart on Hiccup.