Hey hey hey! How are you awesome guys doin'? You guys ready for another chapter of CLIFFHANGERS and INSANITY!? ME NEITHER! THEN LET'S GO! This is my THIRD update today. It's taking a lot longer than I want it to, so I'm sorry. Anyways, shout-outs:
Wanli8970: Yeah, my Changewing OC wouldn't want to eat Dagur either. He tastes too rotten. Who'd want to eat Dagur anyway? A shark? *shrugs* I doubt even a shark could eat him. Oh well. We'll think of some other way to make Dagur pay. :)
QueenAurora: Wow...feathers and begins, huh? I should have known. :) But...apparently I didn't. Hang on, I think I know the answers to your two...is it your Shadow, and Silence? If it's wrong, please let me know. :) Thanks for the riddles! I love 'em! :)
silverwolvesarecool: Thanks! And I know what you mean about Dagur...I had my own way of dealing with him in my fanfic titled "How Not To Ride Your Dragon." It's like, the END of Dagur the Deranged in that fanfic. I think I made a lot of readers happy by ending his spree...or, at least I hope so. XD!
[Thank you for giving me this part, Astrid. I am going to have so much fun with it. Hehehehe...OW!]
"Just in time for what?" I snapped. "Leaving?"
Dagur laughed. I knew that laugh. Suddenly, another memory of Dagur came back to me. He had me pinned down, the only thing between me and him being a shield. He was laughing maniacally, pushing down on the shield, shoving me against the ground.
"What do you want, Dagur?" I snarled. I wasn't so sure what made me even speak. At that moment, I was tempted to just run behind Astrid and hide. I was amnesic, terrified, and unbelievably shaky. So what made me speak with boldness was unknown.
"What I've always wanted, Hiccup," said Dagur. "You dead, and your Night Fury mine!"
"Well, aren't you gracious," I said, rolling my eyes.
Dagur sneered. "Oh you're smug now," he said, "but let's see what it's like when you watch your own island burn before your own eyes!"
I swallowed hard for no apparent reason. Dagur grinned maniacally and drew his axe. "Now, you two can come willingly," he said, "or else...I might have to...persuade you a little bit."
"You're a filthy monster," Astrid hissed. "Why would you even come here?"
"To take back what is rightfully mine!" shouted Dagur.
"But why, Dagur?" I said. "What is 'rightfully yours'?"
"The Night Fury, of course!" said Dagur. "And revenge."
"Revenge?" I breathed.
"Yes, Hiccup! Revenge!" said Dagur. "You could have been my brother, Hiccup, but no! Instead, you became my enemy! Why?"
A memory suddenly flashed into my mind:
"Your father lied to...YOU lied to me!" shouted Dagur in my memory.
"He was trying to keep the peace between our tribes," I said. "So was I."
"By making a FOOL, out of ME!?" shouted Dagur.
"You don't really need a lot of help with that, Dagur," I said.
"You could have been my brother, Hiccup!" said Dagur. "But now, you're my enemy!"
Many other memories of Dagur and myself popped randomly into my mind.
"Because you were wrong!" I shouted. "You killed your own father to become Chief yourself. You used me as a target practice a fair few times in the past!You tried to KILL my dragon, and myself! You ask me why I wasn't your brother?"
"You could have been my friend at least!" said Dagur. "I just wanted a friend! Is that too much to ask? You LIED to me, Hiccup! YOU LIED TO ME!"
"I was trying to keep the peace between our tribes!" I shouted.
"But you didn't have to LIE!" said Dagur. "You LIED to me! YOU. LIED. TO ME."
"You're insane, Dagur," I said.
"I prefer the term-" Dagur paused, probably for a dramatic effect, "-Deranged."
He pulled a crossbow from who-knows-where and aimed it between the two of us. "If one of you resists," said Dagur, "I will kill the other. If neither of you come with me, well...I will kill one and take the other by force, and neither of you want that."
Astrid and I exchanged glances. Truly, we didn't want any of that. Astrid growled low in her throat and glared daggers at Dagur. The Berserker Chief merely grinned maniacally. He had us in our weak spots.
Astrid looked like she would have rather done anything else at that moment, but she nodded to me, telling me it was okay. Not like we had the choice anyways.
"Fine," I said. "We will come."
"But first," said Dagur, "lay down your weapons. Leave them for your other Berkian friends to find."
Glaring harshly at my enemy, I wrapped my hand around the hilt of my knife, pulled it from my belt, and then threw it straight at Dagur. The shot was accurate: too accurate. I didn't want to hit Dagur, and so I didn't. It just barely cut his arm, and then embedded into the tree behind him, sinking down to the hilt.
Dagur looked at the cut on his arm and then laughed at me. "That's it?" he said. "You couldn't aim properly enough to hit your target?"
"Maybe you weren't my target," I said.
Dagur looked behind him at the knife in the tree. He knew the shot was accurate, and that if I had wanted him dead, I would have killed him. But something had strayed me. Something had made me not want to kill Dagur. He had been hurt by me. I had hurt him when I lied. I felt...pity. Guilt. Some part of me told me that it was all my fault.
Astrid grunted in anger and threw her axe at the sand to her left, sinking one axeblade deep into it. Satisfied with that, she glared at Dagur.
"Are you happy now, Mr. Demanding?" she asked.
"Hold your tongue, little missy," said Dagur smoothly. Astrid grumbled under her breath about being called "little" and especially "missy." "Come with me. We're shoving off...to-"
"Let me guess," I said. "Berserk."
"No," said Dagur. "Your friends are expecting I would take you there. No, I am taking you two to a secret base. A special little thing I set up on Freezing To Death."
"Freezing To Death!?" Astrid shouted. "The temperatures are never above below ZERO, Dagur! You'll kill us all!"
"And is that not the point?" said Dagur with a maniacal smirk. "Now, are you coming, or do I have to kill one of you here and now?"