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Saying he felt terrible would have been an underestimate. He felt far worse than terrible, and being on the rocking ship in the middle of the ocean wasn't helping his nausea. He got seasick as it was without having a flu bug on top of it. Now, he was both. Seasick, and sick, on Dagur's ship, locked in a cage below decks.

Hiccup didn't know how it could get any worse. His friends were coming after him, he knew that much, but he didn't want them to. Dagur wasn't joking when he said that he would kill them. Hiccup knew that he would if he got his hands on them, and Hiccup didn't want that happening. He couldn't stand the thought of that happening. It made him feel even sicker, if it were possible.

Dagur stepped down the stairs leading below deck and glared at Hiccup. "Think you're pretty smart, don't you?" he snapped.

Although Hiccup knew it was a trick question, he shrugged anyway, trying to keep himself from either shuddering or vomiting. "Actually, I do," he said. "Why do you ask?"

Dagur crossed his arms, looking very much like he would rather throw Hiccup overboard than deal with his comebacks. "You may be smug now," he said, "but let's see how smug you are when your friends are dead."

There it was again. Ooooh, Dagur knew how to get under his skin, and Hiccup hated it. Dagur knew how to get Hiccup angry. Dagur knew what to say to make him mad. Dagur knew the right buttons to push to make Hiccup give in to whatever Dagur wanted.

"So." Hiccup sniffed, wiping sweat that beaded on his forehead with the back of his hand. "What do you want, Dagur?"

Dagur tapped his chin in mock thought. "Oh, I don't know," he said. "I guess I want what I've always wanted, brother."

That was another thing that got under his skin. "Brother." They weren't brothers. Dagur was no brother of Hiccup's, and even if Dagur was, that didn't justify the Berserker's actions.

"I've always wanted to watch Berk fall," Dagur said, clenching his fists. "I've always wanted it, you know, ever since I was young. I imagined what your village would look like in flames, and now, as soon as your friends get here with the diddly thing I want, I can take it for my own."

"The Dragon Eye," Hiccup grumbled. "It's called the Dragon Eye."

Dagur rolled his eyes. "Oh so typical, Hiccup," he said casually. "Anyways, I was going to leave you be until your friends got here, but I thought, where's the fun in that? So, I brought something for you."

"A present?" Hiccup shut his mouth as soon as he finished speaking, trying to ward off another wave of nausea. "For me? How thoughtful."

Dagur unlocked Hiccup's cell just long enough to throw a burlap sack into it. Hiccup watched the bag for a few moments, wondering what it was.

Then, it started moving - or, whatever was in the bag started moving, squirming, growling…

Dagur smiled. "A Terrible Terror," he said. "So, now, I want you to show me how to train it."

Hiccup frowned. "I'm sorry, Dagur," he said unapologetically, "but I'm not training anything for you. So sorry to disappoint you. You can leave now. You know where the door is."

Dagur gritted his teeth, trying to keep the fake smile plastered on his face. "Perhaps I didn't make myself clear," he said, leaning forward. "If you don't train it, I'll kill it, right in front of you."

Hiccup was willing to do a lot of things, but letting an innocent creature die was not one of them. At length, he sighed in defeat. Yes, Dagur knew how to get under his skin.

It was terrifying.

Hiccup crawled towards the sack and opened it. Almost instantly, a dark purple Terrible Terror raced out of it, snarling and scratching the ground. In Hiccup's opinion, it looked rather cute. To anyone else who didn't know how to train a dragon, it would look vicious, but to Hiccup, it just looked adorable, even when it was snarling and biting at the bars and hissing at the sack that once held it prisoner.

"Yes!" Dagur said, sounding way too cheerful. "Now show me how you do it!"

Hiccup was annoyed, so he ignored Dagur. He wasn't going to show him anything. He was going to train the dragon in the most subtle way possible to protect both himself and the Terror.

As soon as the small dragon looked at him, it growled. Its growl was so pathetic that Hiccup never imagined it scaring anyone. Of course, he said none of those things out loud. Instead, he held his hand out to the dragon weakly.

He knew how territorial Terrible Terrors were, and once the little dragon realized that Hiccup wasn't going to hurt it, everything would work out fine. The purple dragon looked at Hiccup's hand curiously for just a moment before nuzzling up against it.

Hiccup sighed in relief. That was easy. "Hey, little guy," he whispered, rubbing the Terror's head. "You don't like it here, do you?" The dragon grunted and purred in response.

Dagur stared at them with a mix of confusion and awe. "How do you do that?" he asked.

The Terrible Terror looked back at Dagur, screeched in anger, and lept onto Hiccup's forearm. Hiccup laughed softly. "I don't think he likes you very much, Dagur," he said.

The dragon squawked in agreement, its teeth bared.

Dagur simply shrugged. "Fine," he said. "Let it hate me if it wants to. I don't care what it wants."

The Terror roared angrily.

"He doesn't like to be called 'it'," Hiccup said matter-of-factly.

"I. DON'T. CARE. WHAT. HE. DOES. AND. DOESN'T. LIKE!" Dagur yelled.

Hiccup sighed. "You said 'he' that time," he said.

Dagur looked tongue tied for a few moments, stuttering like a dumbfounded fool and gaping like a fish. "Shut up!" Dagur snapped. He turned without another word and left, back to the main deck of the ship.

As soon as Dagur was gone, Hiccup let himself fall sideways, resting his head on the cool wood of the floor. It smelled musty and filthy, and it did nothing to help his nausea, and after a few more minutes, he threw up again, although he didn't have anything else in his stomach, so it was more dry heaving than anything.

The Terrible Terror trilled, licking Hiccup's forehead. Hiccup rubbed the dragon's head again, shutting his eyes in an attempt to not get sick again.

The dragon curled against Hiccup's stomach and purred, and Hiccup let himself relax.

He was still in danger, but at least now he had a friend.