WHO WANTS TO KILL DAGUR? CAN I SEE A SHOW OF HANDS? *waves hands over head* :) Sorry I didn't update yesterday. I just saw "Have Dragon Will Travel" parts one and two, and...
WHAT!?
WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT!? HOW CAN HEATHER BE *insert spoiler here* WHAT!? WHAT!? WWWWWHHHHHAAAAT!?
So, I'm writing a fanfiction what-if for that episode, but shhhh, no telling anyone. XD I'll probably start posting it later on today or tomorrow...so...yeah. Shout-outs:
Lightclaw's Shadow: Ugh, Dagur. Leave Hiccup ALONE!
LunarCatNinja: Yeah! Dagur should totally get sick...
HiccupHaddockIII: Thanks! I'm glad you thought it was funny. :D
HappyPup1: Yes, he did the hand thing! I love it when he does the hand thing! :D Thanks!
Annanarra: Yeah, being sick is no fun. I'm glad I'm giving you a few laughs. :D
sophhascoconuts: I honestly don't know how much darker this story's gonna get. I already have it all planned out in my head, so...I'll think about making it a bit darker, at least. Maybe a few dastardly cliffhangers here and there... :D
Animals Rule: Aww, thank you! You are awesome, too! :D
Sadielover1470: Thanks! Haha. Dagur is such a casual villain in the TV series.
ScarletNightFury: Cute names! I already have one planned out for this Terror, though, but I'll use those names in other stories soon! If you don't mind, of course. :)
"DAGUR HAS HICCUP."
Snotlout, Fishlegs, and the twins shot to their feet as soon as Astrid raced into the clubhouse, followed by her dragon Stormfly and a very angry Toothless.
"What do you mean Dagur has Hiccup?" Snotlout asked; obviously, Astrid knew he would be to understand the least out of their group.
"HOW CAN I NOT BE MORE CLEAR!?" Astrid yelled. Her friends flinched, staring at her in terror by what she was saying, and her outburst. She took a deep breath. It's not their faults, she reminded herself. I'm not mad at them, I'm mad at Dagur. I'll save my voice for Dagur. I'll save my insults for that barbarian.
"Dagur took Hiccup," she repeated, and saying the words made it feel real. "He must have done it sometime last night, when we were sleeping. He left a note at Hiccup's place. He said he wants the Dragon Eye and full instructions on how to use it within a week."
Fishlegs gasped. "In a week? Was he that specific? Why?"
Astrid took in another breath. "Because," she said. "He'll kill Hiccup if we don't make it there."
"WHAT!?' they shouted in unison.
"So what are we waiting for!?" Snotlout yelled, jumping on Hookfang's back. "We have to go get him! Who knows what Dagur's doing to him!"
"We should get help from Berk," Fishlegs said. "Get the fleet together, bring them back…"
Astrid was shaking her head before Fishlegs even finished speaking. "No," she said. "We won't have time. It takes a day and a half to get to Berk by dragonback, and that's just by dragonback. It'll take probably a week for the fleet to get here by boat, and even then, we still need to find Hiccup. We don't know how far away they got during the night."
No one argued, but Astrid could tell that they were reluctant to agree at the same time.
"Alright," Fishlegs nodded; the first one to speak since the uncomfortable silence. "Alright. We're on our own now, right?"
"Aww, come on!" Snotlout groaned. "We can take him! Just let me and Hookfang take the lead, and we'll blast Dagur and his armada out of existence! Right, Fangster?" Hookfang growled in agreement, and Snotlout laughed. "Aha!" the Jorgenson said in triumph. "See? And Hookfang knows how to do stuff like that! He gets plenty practice from me!"
"We know," Astrid said.
"Uh, so," Tuffnut said, "do we even have a plan?"
Astrid sighed. "As much as I hate saying this," she said, "we have to give Dagur the Dragon Eye. It's the only way we can be sure he won't hurt Hiccup." She walked over to the desk and plucked the Dragon Eye off of it before making her way back to her friends. The contraption suddenly felt oddly heavy in her grip.
"Okay," Astrid said, jumping onto Stormfly's back. "We have to leave Toothless here. None of us know how to work his tailfin."
Toothless growled sadly, his ears going flat against his head.
"I'm sorry, Toothless," Astrid said, "but Hiccup needs us to go, and we can't bring you with us. And even if we could manage it, it would take too long."
Toothless looked as though he would rather fight Dagur's entire armada twice than stay behind, but in the end, he nodded sadly, his head bowed.
"Alright," Astrid said. "We leave now. Find them, Stormfly!"
Stormfly squawked in agreement, spread her wings, and launched herself into the air. The others followed with their dragons closely.
…
After little thought and examining his scales closer, Hiccup decided to name the little Terrible Terror "Scar." It may have seemed cruel, but to Hiccup, it was a compliment. He found a little scar on the dragon's back where it looked like it had been hit with a whip, and he named the dragon Scar because it survived. He was a fighter, much like Hiccup was, even though Hiccup didn't feel like very much of a fighter at the moment.
When Dagur learned that Hiccup kept getting sick because of the motion of the boat and his illness, he refused to give the boy any food of any sort, instead leaving a bucket below decks. That was all. Not that Hiccup was complaining very much. He felt too weak to sit up, let alone yell at Dagur.
Scar was the only real comfort Hiccup had, and even then, there was only so much the little dragon could do. Hiccup's persistent fevers kept him either wide awake or in a sleep so deep he couldn't be roused, and the whole time, Scar curled against either his stomach or his chest, trying to keep the ill boy warm as he suffered with chills. He would lick Hiccup's forehead occasionally, too, as if it would help break his fever.
It was on one of the freezing nights below decks on the ship, when Hiccup was curled into himself with Scar huddled next to him in a final attempt to conserve body heat, that the Berkian finally began to despair. He wasn't getting better. He was getting worse. Far worse. His fever was high, he hadn't eaten in days, he got three cups of water each day from the Berserkers who were being "generous", according to Dagur, and even then, Hiccup always ended up hurling the water up again in the end. That alone was a sign that he was getting sicker.
The hatch leading below the decks opened, and a Berserker walked down the steps, carrying a cup and, to Hiccup's surprise and relief, a blanket. Scar growled for a moment, stopping as soon as the Berserker unlocked the cage and left the blanket and water cup inside it before leaving once again.
Hiccup thought about escaping once or twice, when a Berserker came to give him his water, but he always felt too weak to move. In the corner of his eye, he watched Scar race towards the water and blanket, and he sighed. He honestly wouldn't care if Scar drank the water. It wasn't like Hiccup would be able to keep it down. Besides, there was no way Hiccup was going to be able to move over there before the water was gone, so he just shut his eyes.
He felt something cool and wooden rub against his arm, and when he cracked his eyes open, he saw that Scar had pushed the water cup across the floor and towards the Berkian. Afterwards, Scar sat back and watched him impatiently.
Hiccup smiled faintly and sat up with difficulty, leaning against the side of his cage. "Th...thanks…" he murmured weakly, trying to keep his hands from shaking as he picked the cup off the floor and drank a few careful sips. He set the remaining water back in front of Scar, and the Terrible Terror drank it after Hiccup nodded his head in a clear, "Go ahead" motion.
Afterwards, Hiccup was sure he was going to fall asleep again, but instead, Scar pulled the blanket across the floor as well, and Hiccup took it and draped it over himself, whispering thanks to the dragon over and over again. Once Hiccup was covered, Scar took to curling against the boy's chest once again, and Hiccup laughed weakly.
"Looks like you see me as one of your own, huh, buddy?" he asked. In response, Scar grunted and fell asleep. Shortly afterwards, Hiccup did the same.