A/N hello everyone , i wanted this out earlier but a few things come up . Im also not sure if i got Dagur's character down well enough but oh well as long as some people enjoy it. Sorry if my writing feels a little clunky , dont have much confidence in it but i find it fun.

I looked up some prison slang etc not much happens here but i hope you like it. Massive thanks to the reviews and the people who have faved and followed.

mistakes are my own , no beta .

disclaimer: i own nothing dream works do

Unlucky thirteen

Chapter one

Deranged is such a strong word

Don't show fear, don't show fear, don't show fear, don't show fear … these words repeated over and over in Hiccup's head as his new cellmate, Dagur, or as it was so nicely put earlier, Dagur the Deranged was now face to face with him. His bulky form making Hiccup feel so much smaller then he already was.

I'll probably live to regret this the auburn-haired teen's inner voice whispered as he forced himself to grit his teeth, and meet his eye's with Dagur's, trying to show he wasn't nervous. He could feel Dagur's heavy breathing … or was it him growling lowly on his face but he didn't stop the eye contact. It felt like hours before anything in this little standoff changed, the room around them now feeling claustrophobic, the silence almost suffocating for the newly jailed Hiccup. But when Dagur finally spoke … well it didn't exactly help the feeling.

"SOOOO…." Dagur started his voice loud, almost mocking. Before his voice turned low, his hand reaching for one of Hiccup's auburn locks, the teen pulling his head away at his movement. "You're my new fresh meat."

Stepping back, his eye's widened at what Dagur was almost implying, he had obviously heard about some prison stories, after all as soon as his lawyer had told him he was more than likely facing jail time he had jumped straight on the internet and asked the question, how to survive in prison. One of the first answers was, don't become anyone's prison bitch. But the way Dagur was looking at him, the way his manic eye's where taking him in, it seemed like Hiccup's time in prison was off to the worst possible start. That was until the nut job in front of him began laughing, it started off a small consistent chuckle before he placed his hands on his hips, a hearty, unhinged laugh then become present, the man's laugh resembling the joker from batman's a little too much for Hiccup's liking.

All to soon the laugh stopped, and in a flash, he was staring strangely at him once more, his lips turning up into a devilish grin.

"You should have seen your face..." Dagur said mockingly, shoving Hiccup's shoulder 'lightly', although it really didn't seem light to the new arrival. "don't worry your scrawny little self about anything like that…. So, fish, you got a name?"

From his research, hiccup new fish was slang for a new inmate, but he had hoped it wouldn't have been used. When he was younger, his bullies at school used the nickname fishbone relentlessly. It seemed being associated with the aquatic animal wouldn't be stopping anytime soon. Knowing he had to answer Dagur's question he sighed, knowing full well what was going to happen.

"It's Hiccup…."

As soon as his nasally voice had spoken, Dagur had once more began laughing. Gritting his teeth, he waited for the teen in front of him to stop, but it seemed his name had really hit a funny bone as the muscle bound Dagur continued for what seemed an age, the Berkian was sure he saw tears in his green eyes.

"You really haven't had it easy have you fish, skinny as a runt, locked up in prison and parents who named you after a bodily function." Dagur said between chuckles as he tried to calm himself down. It was hard when he caught sight of Hiccup's attempt at a glare being directed towards him, maybe this kid wouldn't be so bad. Deciding to cut him some slack…for now, he introduced himself.

"The name's Dagur …. or Mr Deranged, your choice, personally I prefer Mr Deranged as it's a bit more exotic but whatever floats your boat." The spiky red haired teen pronounced before turning on his feet swiftly. "Now for a little tour of our lovely home."

Hiccup watched as Dagur began pointing out everything animatedly, like the room somehow wasn't just a small plain white cage.

"This here is our entertainment system…"

To Hiccup it looked more like a long table built into the wall with a tiny TV that looked ancient on top of it.

"And this here, oh how you'll love it, is our window, no hogging it alright after all you can spend many an hour staring out of it."

Hiccup wasn't quite sure how you could find so much pleasure from a small window that had bars running down in front of it but he wasn't exactly going to question this guy, he was clearly not well.

"And this …. This is our toilet, no peaking alright fish? I see you peaking and I'm going on your bed the next time, you got that…"

The auburn-haired teen could only nod, gulping slightly as he looked at the small silver toilet in the corner of the room. He really didn't doubt Dagur's words, he suspected he was a man who followed through with his action's, even strange ones like doing their business on someone's bed.

"And finally, this is our bedroom, where we can stay up late and swap stories, like a slumber party that never end's."

Not sure what to say, or do, Hiccup merely stood holding his prison clothes in his hands as Dagur stood next to the bunk beds.

"Now choose a bed fish."

Keeping silent he eyed the expectant looking Dagur , shuffling back and forth on his feet, he then took a few steps forward before going to place his item's on the top bunk, only to be stopped by the meaty hand of Mr Deranged grabbing his wrist.

"Not that one…"

"But you said…"

"That's my bed fish…"

With that Dagur let go of him before he quickly climbed up onto the top bunk, making an over the top noise of delight as he stretched out on the hard mattress.

Great going Haddock …. You get sent to prison and your cellmate is raving mad… Hiccup thought in annoyance at himself, trying his best to block out the intimating presence of his new roomie as he placed his items on the end of the bottom bunk before sliding himself on. The mattress was thin and uncomfortable, clearly the governors of Berk's young offenders institute felt relaxation or even sleep wasn't much of a priority for the inmates.

Placing his hand behind his head, he sat in silence for a few moments, well apart from Dagur shuffling about above him. He was curious about one thing though, he also hadn't been listening to the guard on the way in … so it meant the only way he would get an answer would be to open more conversation with the lunatic above him. You're here for two years Haddock…. It's not like you can avoid him….

"Dagur…" Hiccup said quieter and with less confidence then he would of liked, jumping slightly when the face of his new cellmate leaned over the bunk bed, his head upside down looking at him.

"Yessssss Hiccup?" The tribal tattooed teen asked with way too much enthusiasm. His eye's lighting up once again.

Turning his body slightly, Hiccup looked up at his fellow inmate.

"I didn't really pay attention on the way in…. but if it's the middle of the day, why is everyone locked in their cell's? do we not get much time out?"

Pulling his head back up, Dagur began to laugh as he sat back on his bed.

"Oh, no my dear fish, usually we can move around the cell block more freely through the day. But that privilege was taken from us when the gang's in here decided to have an all-out brawl in the cafeteria."

"Great…." Hiccup replied, the sarcasm dripping from his voice as he did. It seemed Dagur didn't exactly catch on. Although the word gangs began raising alarm's in Hiccup's brain.

"Oh, it was beautiful Hiccup …." Dagur said with enthusiasm. "Punches flying, plates, tables, hel I even saw someone drop kick another prisoner. It was glorious… just a shame the guards had to ruin it by stepping in."

Hiccup rolled his eyes at that, although a slight worry did hit him at the thought of something like that happening while he was around. His size alone would probably make him a target, it always had when he was younger and if there were more Dagur's size… well… it didn't feel nice to think about.

They laid in silence for a few minutes, Hiccup not sure on what to do, after all being in here felt like he was stepping on Dagur's turf so to speak. You'll have to try and get to know him somehow, otherwise these two-year's will feel even longer he thought to himself.

"So …." Hiccup said, pausing slightly before he continued "What are you in for Dagur?"

It felt like the room's temperature dropped a good few degree's as his question was met with silence. It was only broken, when the muscle-bound teen above him finally spoke. It seemed his question was the wrong one, as gone was the over the top demeaner, instead the reply he got from Dagur was cold and to the point.

"Listen and listen good Fish ... That's not your business, and it won't ever be your business just like I don't give a shit about the reason's you're here. Everyone in here has a story, and while some will share, some wont, and I won't be you hear? Now you're new to this place so I'll let you off, but do NOT ask me again…"

"I…" Hiccup began to speak but kept his mouth closed as he let the two stay in an uncomfortable silence. He had obviously hit a nerve, not wanting to make anything worse he stayed quiet.

Sighing, he ran a hand through his auburn lock's before sitting up slightly. Reaching towards the spare cloths at the end of his bed, he pulled something from between the clothing. It was a personal item he had been allowed in, it wasn't much, just a simple photograph, but it held a significance to the boy.

Lying back down, he began staring at the picture, a small smile gracing his face. The photo was one taken three years ago. It was in his garden, after a family barbeque that his friends had come over for. Standing side by side smiles on their faces where Heather, Ruffnut, Tuffnut ,Fishlegs and in the middle , wrapped in each other's arm's looking at each other with soppy smiles where himself and his girlfriend , and best friend at the time Astrid Hofferson.

It was a few weeks after this happy picture everything went downhill, it was a few weeks after this little group of tight nit friends began to drift apart… It was a few weeks after Hiccup himself began to change.

Tracing his finger over the pic , his green eye's staring at the happy young couple in the middle, his mind went back to the first time he met her… the first time he met Astrid Hofferson, the girl who forced her way into his life.

Eight years ago,….

Eight-year-old Hiccup Haddock hated school, despised it in fact. He was a lonely child who didn't make friends easily, not to mention got nervous incredibly quick and stumbled over his words whenever someone did try and talk to him.

He had been moved into a different class as he went into the second grade of Berk's grade school, after his first year he had been subject to constant bullying by surprisingly enough his own cousin Snotlout Jorgenson. But the problem was as he sat at the back table alone, everyone in this new second grade class he was in had friendship groups already.

Grumbling slightly in a depressive nature, the young Hiccup found himself wishing his dad had brought his lies about a tummy ache this morning. He could have stayed at home in bed and drew, while he wasn't an amazing artist, he was surprisingly good for his age at least, drawing being his favourite past time. Although when he heard his new teacher tell the class they would be doing arts and crafts, it did help his mood slightly, even more so when she told them to choose their favourite dragon and draw it.

His mood soured again though as he looked around the class, seeing everyone laugh and talk about what they would draw, all the while he sat in silence, it was made even worse when the teacher told them to partner up... who was going to partner up with someone his cousin so elegantly named useless? What he didn't realise was from across the class though was that he was currently being watched by a pair of curious blue eyes.

Placing his head down on the table, he closed his eyes trying not to get upset. When much to his surprise he heard the scraping of the seat next to him, followed by the sound of a pencil case being put down, the rattling of pencil's being a dead giveaway. Looking up from the table, Hiccup's nervous green eyes turned to look at the person invading his space, it was then he was met with the sight of a pretty blonde girl with braided hair who was looking at him with wide blue eyes.

"E-er...Hi" Hiccup stuttered out nervously, not sure what she was doing.

"I think we should draw a Nadder…" She replied, giving Hiccup a look that told him he shouldn't disagree. But for some reason as he stared at this girl he could only nod dumbly, knowing full well he wouldn't disagree with her even if he could .

When she smiled back at him, her braces on show, the young nervous boy felt like he could conquer the world. He watched her unzip her pencil case, grabbing the blue one, followed by an eraser.

"I-m Hiccup…" the boy stated, waiting for the inevitable laugh that came whenever he told someone his name. But instead she merely gave him a toothy smile.

"My names Astrid."

It was from that moment that young Hiccup decided maybe this school year wouldn't be so bad.

Present time….

Hiccup smiled a small smile, his eyes beginning to water, wishing he could go back in time to the better days. But just like that, the smile vanished as he placed the picture under his pillow before rolling onto his side, staring at the white lifeless wall of his new home. He had learned over the last three years to bury his emotion's, and that's just what he did as he closed his eyes and shut out his surroundings.

A/N thoughts ? next chapter, Hiccup gets a Dagur assisted tour of the young offenders prison with painful results. Plus another flashback...