A/N: Sorry this is rushed. Like really rushed. I'm also pretty tired so if its terrible that's why. Sorry.

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Chapter 10: Opened Eyes

(Dagur POV)

Books.

I've never liked books.

I'm more of a why read stuff about how to do stuff?

This however is necessary. I can't get my brain off of Hiccup and that Night Fury no matter what I do, axe throwing, fighting anything, nothing is working. Books aren't as rare as they used to be through the archipelago but they aren't the most common thing ever. I am extremely bored of staring at the paper, I can't even read because my brain is so distant.

With a tired groan I stand and close the book throwing it onto the desk of my father's office. One of the few places without people currently. The leather skids across the desk several things flying off and fluttering towards the ground with non existent wings.

Rolling my eyes in irritation, I move forward and grab the several pieces of paper off of the ground. I slam them onto the wood and remove my hands when a older piece catches my attention. It's the last peace treaty with Berk. My eyebrows meet. Why is that out?

Glancing towards the door to make sure it's closed, I turn and grab the yellowing paper quickly scanning the text usual boring stuff, yada, yada. I'm about to put it back down when a paragraph towards the bottom catches my attention. My name.

...As agreed by both Stoick the Vast and Oswald the Agreeable, as neither of them have a daughter, the two chief's will raise the other's son to stop the bloodshed. Torunn Topin will reside on Berk until he is twenty and Dagur Haddock will be the same. When they're old enough the two heirs will return to their own lands peace restored among us...

Stoick the Vast chief of Berk, Oswald the Agreeable chief of Berserk

No.

No.

No.

This isn't real.

This can't be.

My knees give out and I collapse holding the older paper tightly in my right hand.

But if Stoick the Vast is my father, my birth father that would make me and Hiccup...brothers.

I leap to my feet. This has to be fake, some sort of hoax. I clutch the paper tightly and rip open the door to the study racing into the hallway. Every part of me wants to reject this but there's some small tiny part of me that declares it makes perfect sense.

Oswald had raised me but it always felt like something was off. When we visited Berk I was always encouraged to be as nasty as humanly possible. Stoick's gaze had always held disappointment or sorrow. I'm eighteen, did they seriously think that over twenty years. Twenty years that nothing would slip.

Clearly.

This has to be a joke.

It's like getting stabbed multiple times. Everything I've known and held onto my entire life is crumbling. The change is uncontrollable. I'm a Berkian. I'm Stoick the Vast, our enemy's son. Child, the heir.

I tear into the War Council room the words blurting from my mouth before I register them fully, "Am I Stoick's son?"

Viggo, Oswald and Ryker are having a meeting, proposing how best to start the conquering past Berk, I'm not supposed to be here but this is more important then how to take control of the archipelago.

He's been lying to me.

For eighteen years.

Eighteen years.

Best way to keep a captive prisoner, don't let them know they're in a prison.

The room is immediately silent, all heads turning to look at me. Oswald stares at me for a moment his eyebrows knitting together, "What?" He asks.

I release the side of the door and move forward towards him lifting up the peace treaty, "I'm Stoick's son, aren't I?" I demand and watch his expression carefully. His eyes flash with surprise then panic before returning to blank.

After a moment he moves forward and takes the paper from me. He looks up at me, "Where did you get this?"

"Your study." I answer clenching my fists, my eyes narrow, "It's true isn't it? You've been keeping me prisoner here for eighteen years." I say lowly.

"No, you chose to stay here, Dagur. You could've left at any time." Oswald returns.

We hold each other's gaze.

"I told you to burn that," Viggo states behind Oswald. I look up at the man annoyance riding through me. This isn't exactly his problem is it? Did he just learn that everything he's been built on, people he's respected are all fake?

Oswald turns paper clenched tightly in his fist, "I didn't think he'd find it."

"Still, the result of your foolish action is horrendous, Oswald." Viggo says cooly, "If I can't trust you to burn a single piece of paper, how will you lead us into battle?" The man's hand moves towards his sword and Oswald's attention is focused on him.

"This does not affect my ability to lead, Viggo." Oswald says shaking the paper. Viggo moves towards the man, grabs the paper from his hands and shakes his head.

"You no longer suit my game board." With that said, Viggo lifts his sword and plunges it through Oswald's chest.

"No!" The word comes out as a choked yell in my throat as Viggo pulls back his blade. The paper flutters from Oswalds finger tips hitting the ground moments before he does. I race towards the man and skid to my knees my breathing coming out ragged.

He's lied to me, betrayed me and utterly crushed my trust but he raised me. Somewhere within me this man is still my father.

"Dagur, "Oswald chokes lifting up a hand towards me, I pull back but stare at him. "It is true...You...aren't...my son...Stoick is...stoick is..." Oswald says and lets out a cough, "Dagur…" His eyes slip shut and he goes limp.

He's...dead.

I close my eyes tightly.

This isn't over yet.

Hiccup, my brother, needs me.

"Gameboard." I say after a moment repeating Viggo's earlier words. I let out a chuckle opening my eyes and looking up at the man, "Gameboard." I echo. Viggo has often mentioned his love for Maces and Talon's well we were preparing our attack on Berk he changled me to more than one game.

This is all just a game of Maces and Talons to Viggo.

And he believes he just got checkmate.

I take the deceased's chief's sword and rise to my feet looking Viggo in the eye. He stares at me unconcerned, "Dagur, you're are a reasonable man, join us and save yourself from ending like Oswald." Viggo says. A hollow laugh escapes my lips.

"Why would I do that? Hello I'm deranged!" I sing the last word before whipping around and racing from the council room.

I don't stop the world around me a blur as I make for the prison, Hiccup and I just have to get out of here, Hiccup has to get out of here, if he can make it back to Berk most of Viggo's plan should crumple, the teen holds a balance unmatched in this "game."

After whacking several Berserkers and Dragon Hunters over the head I reach Hiccup's cell. I shove the sword point into the lock and quickly slam down on it. "Hiccup," I hiss looking at the dark cell for him. I spot small movement.

"What do you want?" He demands his voice tired.

"Come on, I'm here to rescue you." I say the words come off slightly awkward and I inwardly cringe, "Brother," I add as an afterthought. Hiccup stills.

"I am not your brother and you most certainly aren't here to rescue me."

"I would love to debate this with you-I really would-but the Dragon hunters have taken control of Berserk, if you don't come with me you'll be Viggo's next victim." I say in one breath. My brain isn't working right. Everything happened so fast, I was ripped from the center of my perfectly spinning platform towards the edge where one misstep and I'll go flying off.

"Sounds tragic." Hiccup says dryly.

I glance around us for a moment before sheathing my sword and stepping into the cell, "You either come willying or I drag you." I say and Hiccup suppresses a sigh before he puts his hands on either side of the wall and starts to push himself upwards when dozens of voices ring up.

"Dagur! Come out, come out!" A voice yells and I flinch slightly.

Hunting is fun when I'm the hunter, not the prey.

"Come on," I hiss to Hiccup and grab his arm tugging him to his feet. I drag the Haddock from his cell and pull him towards the hallway scanning both ways. The back entrance should be clean, I think.

"What about Toothless?" Hiccup demands quietly.

"Toothwhat-oh, right." I curse softly before pulling Hiccup forward several more feet. The blasted Night Fury. "No time, we'll come back for him later." Hiccup resists against my tugs.

"No, I am not going anywhere unless we get Toothless." He says firmly.

"Oh for the love of, fine, fine," I say and tug him towards the cell block with the Night Fury. The prison has about five hallways, four for people the other is for animals or recently, dragons. It would be incredibly hard to navigate through this with a blindfold.

My thoughts halt.

A blindfold.

Hiccup can't see anything.

This is going to be harder than I thought, unless we can magically restore his sight with a snap of fingers...our healer might be able to do something. My grandfather before he died was blind, he went to her and came back with vision again. Said that she knocked him out did something and he woke up better.

"How long have you been blind?" I ask the question suddenly popping out.

"What? Really? Now? You wanna talk about this now?" Hiccup demands. I pull him left and we enter the row of cages where his dragon is.

"I think our healer can do something, if we cna make it there before the Dragon Hunters do, she might be able to tamper with your sight." I explain and Hiccup grows silent.

"You're kidding right? I'm blind but not an idiot." He says.

"Well, splendid, try to convince your dragon not to eat me." I say and release Hiccup. I draw my sword and slam it down on the bars the metal making an echoing screech. I flinch and move forward into the cell towards the aggressive dragon.

"I just want to help you Mr. Night Fury, then you can my brother can go fly off into the sunset, okay?" I say. This is stupid, the Strike Class dragon only trusts Hiccup. I let out a breath through my nose before moving forward and breaking apart several of the chains. The Night Fury remains still looking towards where Hiccup is.

I pull of the final link and move towards the muzzle taking each side and tugging it off. Toothless rushes past me, shoving me toward the side and leaps through the cell towards Hiccup letting out a happy moan. Hiccup laughs, "I'm happy to see you to bud." He agrees rubbing the dragon on the head.

I exit the cell and we all turn our heads at footsteps.

Ryker steps into view followed by at least a dozen Dragon Hunters, "Oh, my brother's got a nerve to pick with you Dagur." Ryker says and clenches his fists.

"Run, run!" I yell and turn racing away from the hunter, I grab Hiccup's elbow along the way and drago the Haddock with me the Night Fury following.

We break away from the prison and I start to pull Hiccup towards the healer's hut Toothless in tow, "We're almost to the healer, oh this has been fun!" I say with a cackle. Hiccup slips and barely manages to right himself.

"Let's not make it a regular thing."

000o000

(Hiccup POV)

"So, can you do something about his sight? You're the best healer I know." Dagur says, he's tone is pleading, I don't recognize it. Dagur is strong, wild even not a lost dog looking for a home. There is a long moment of silence. No, there is no cure for blindness.

I gave up hope of that a long time ago.

"I know of something. There is a fifty fifty chance." The healer says finally her old voice breaking through the air like a knife. Her words process in my head.

"Wait, are you serious, you think there might be a solution?" I demand with disbelief. Gothi could do nothing, no one could do anything. I've been blind for four years the chances of my sight popping back are unbelievable.

Her wrinkled hands grab my own and I flinch slightly, "Child, I can try. I make no promises." She says and places something into my hands, "Drink this, you won't want to be awake well I operate." She says firmly. I hold the cup in my hands for a moment. Nagging doubt racing through me. What if it's poisoned or something else?

I have one chance to get back my sight. I'm not throwing that into nothingness.

I lift the cup to my lips and down the contents.

000o000

"He should be waking up now."

"We need to leave."

"I know, your time is limited I wish I could've gone faster. Take this with you. Though you are not of our tribe, Dagur. You are my chief."

"Thank you. I appreciate the kind words."

I let out a groan and lift my hand up towards my head, it's pulsing behind my fingertips and feels akin to a hammer being whacked against the skull every twenty seconds. My brain struggles to wrap around everything and after a moment memories flood back into my head. Dagur dragging me across the island, the escape, Toothless and my sudden freedom.

I jerk into a sitting position with a gasp and rip my eyes open.

A/N: Again, I'm sorry this was rushed I'm just too tired to do anything about it. :)

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