Peace treaty time had come again. This was a time Oswald the Agreeable cherished. They were the few days a year he got to leave home. He could just get away from it all and enjoy his time on his ship with nothing but the open water to keep him company. Oswald was not in love with Berk (its residents were a bit too rambunctious for him), but he adored how it gave him a vacation. That was all he needed. The chief did not even bring the other Berserkers with him. His preferred place for them was on the island. Especially since his…heir (perish the thought) had been born, he needed them to stay behind to make sure he did not get into too much trouble. Unfortunately, Dagur was of the age where the other Berserkers could not restrain him very well. At just eight, he was already too much for them to manage. If Oswald did not want him destroying the island while he was gone, that meant he would have to bring him. Begrudgingly leaving his place of peace by the docks, Oswald went to find the boy.

"Hiccup is six now," he thought. "Maybe they could entertain each other while I speak with Stoick and Gobber. Yes, that should work. It has to."

First, Oswald checked his home, but he quickly realized how foolish an idea that was.

"Of course he's not home. That's where I told him to be."

With a sigh, Oswald changed tactics, going in the direction of where he heard the most carnage. This strategy proved more fruitful and he noticed the sound of squawking chickens. Dagur was chasing several, laughing all the while. Just when one thought it was safe, he tackled it from behind and scooped it up in his arms.

"Got you!" he cheered.

"Leave that chicken alone, Dagur," Oswald said, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

Smile falling, the boy set down the bird which promptly ran off. He watched it scurry away with a disappointed look on his face.

"Why'd you have me do that?"

"Because we're going somewhere."

"We are?" Realization dawned on him as he grinned. "It's time for the treaty! You're taking me with you?"

As soon as he heard those words, Oswald regretted his decision. He considered changing his mind, but his concern for the state of his island was higher than his concern for how the treaty would go. Stoick led the Hairy Hooligans reasonably enough, so the Berserker chief was sure nothing would be horribly ruined if even someone like Dagur joined him. He could not say the same for their home.

"Yes," he said with a pained look.

Dagur noticed the expression, but he did not let it get to him. "Are we going now?"

"Yes," Oswald repeated, fighting another sigh.

"Cool! Meet you on the ship!"

Dagur ran off to the docks and jumped on one of the vessels. He had seen his father get on this one so many times before, but he never thought he would be allowed to join him. To say he was excited would have been an understatement. He was positively shocked. Oswald never let anyone go with him.

"That must mean he really trusts me," Dagur thought happily.

He was determined to prove that his dad was right in letting him come. He had to make him proud, so he went to the sail and prepared everything. Dagur had seen their vikings sail enough times for him to remember how to do it himself. That would show his father that he was a good choice to bring along.

"I've got it all ready for us!" he called out to Oswald who was approaching.

The horrified look on Oswald's face caused his smile to fade.

"What are you doing? Why is there a knife in my helm?"

Dagur looked confused and tugged at a rope. "It's keeping this rope in place. That way, it's easier to adjust the sail and steer."

Oswald frowned and removed the blade, inspecting the wood underneath. "You scratched it. Why do you destroy everything?" he asked under his breath.

Hearing him, Dagur sadly moved aside as his father set things up the way he was used to them being.

"I've done this plenty of times before. If I want something changed, I'll let you know." Oswald pointed to a spot to his left. "Just stay where I can see you."

The boy crossed his arms and sat down, grumbling. Maybe this was not the honor he thought it was. It felt like the trip was taking forever. Had they been on the vessel for a week yet? Apparently, it had only been a couple hours, but it could have fooled Dagur. Finally, they pulled into the Berkian harbor. Practically exploding with all the contained energy, Dagur zoomed off and got to the docks before Oswald could stop him. He looked around at everything with wonder. The Berkians did not look like the Berserkers. They were a lot larger, but the island was smaller. It seemed amusing to the heir and he kept skipping along the docks. He stopped when he saw a large man with a blond mustache and an even larger redhead.

"Woah, you two are giant," he said, mouth gaping. "Dad!" he called, "Look how big these two are." His eyes moved down to a brown-haired boy hiding behind the bearded viking. "And you're really small."

"Dad, who's this?" the little boy asked timidly.

Stoick frowned and glanced around, not entirely sure but having a good guess. He spotted his fellow chief hurrying down the dock. When he looked back at where he had seen the young Berserker, he was gone. A yelp alerted him to his new location. Dagur had picked up Hiccup with one arm.

"You're really light too," he commented.

"Let me down!"

Shrugging, Dagur dropped the viking. Hiccup frowned up at him, but the older boy did not see this. He was too busy taking in all the sights. When Oswald reached the group, he sent an apologetic look to the other chief.

"I was worried what would happen if I left him home again," he said. "He nearly burned down the hut last time."

Stoick patted him on the back. "It's fine, Oswald. I'm just glad you were able to join us."

"I wouldn't miss this for anything in the world."

The two chiefs started heading towards the Great Hall when they stopped.

"Hiccup," Stoick said, "can you show our young guest the armory?"

Oswald was about to interject, but he could not fast enough. Dagur beamed at the idea and took Hiccup's hand, hurrying off despite not knowing the exact direction.

"I wish you hadn't done that," the Berserker said, putting his head in his hand.

"Why? Dagur seems athletic. Maybe he'll help Hiccup want to train more."

"Athleticism isn't his problem," Oswald explained. He put a finger to his temple. "He's not right in the head, Stoick."

"We're vikings, Ossie," Gobber said, laughing. "Are any of us?"

"You don't know him. Something's wrong. I don't know how to fix it."

"I'm sure you're just overly concerned," Stoick assured him.

"Just like I'm sure you're overly concerned about Hiccup not showing warrior tendencies."

"That's different. How will he lead without being able to protect them?"

"It's less of a problem than not being mentally sound."

The two chiefs frowned at each other, feeling tension growing. Gobber stepped between them, having them move apart.

"Alright, the visit just began," he said. "No need to worry about stuff like that. They're both just lads. A lot can change. Heck, I started off with both my arms and legs."

This caused the pair to chuckle a bit and calm down. While they discussed matters of peace, Hiccup was struggling to free himself from Dagur's steel grip.

"I can't show you to the armory if you drag me everywhere," he pointed out.

Dagur stopped and released him. "Good point. Lead the way…what's your name?"

Before answering, the boy looked ashamed. He hated when people asked him that. It was so embarrassing to admit being a Hiccup. As soon as anyone found out, they either made fun of or pitied him. He disliked both reactions equally.

"Well?" Dagur pressed impatiently, tapping his foot.

"Hiccup," the Berkian quietly responded, head down.

"Nice to meet you, Hiccup. I'm Dagur," he said with a big grin.

Hiccup glanced up in surprise. "That's it?"

Dagur scratched his head. "Should my name be longer than that?"

"No, that's not what I meant. I meant–"

"I thought you were going to lead me to the armory, Hiccup. You're taking forever."

Receiving a slight push, the Berkian heir started showing him where it was. When they reached the spot, Hiccup opened the door and Dagur entered, looking wide-eyed.

"Gobber–the blond viking–makes all these. He lets me help him sometimes."

"You get to help make these?" Dagur awed. His expression turned pouty. "You're lucky. My dad would never let me do something like that."

"It's probably just because my dad thinks I won't get into trouble if I'm here."

Dagur laughed and Hiccup lifted a brow. He had never heard a laugh like that before. It was…not quite sane.

"It's not just me? That's good to know. Maybe it's a dad thing to just be worried about what their sons are doing."

Though he was still a bit disturbed by the laughter, Hiccup tried to not dwell on that. "Maybe," he offered. "It probably doesn't help with how small I am."

"That doesn't matter. A chief can be any size. It's all in the mind," Dagur said, pointing to his head with a deranged twinkle in his eyes. This faded as his voice lowered. "At least, that's what my dad always says."

A small smile appeared on Hiccup's face. "I like the sound of that." He heard someone approaching and sighed. "Too bad no one else on Berk believes that."

Dagur turned to where Hiccup was looking and saw several kids. One was stocky with dark hair and two were twins, but he could not tell if they were both boys or not. The stocky one matched over to some axes and lifted one up to inspect the weapon.

"Where are all the weapons for real vikings?"

"These are the weapons, Snotlout," Hiccup told him, frowning.

"They can't be. You helped make them." Snotlout started laughing before he noticed the glare on the stranger's face. "Who are you?"

"Dagur, heir to the Berserker Tribe."

Snotlout gestured to the redhead. "See, Hiccup? He's what a chief's son is supposed to look like."

Annoyed, Dagur went over and picked the boy up by the front of his shirt. "And who are you supposed to be, Snothat?"

"I-it's Snotlout," the boy stopped, seeing a dangerous look in the older viking's face. "I'm from the Jorgensen clan."

"Is that supposed to mean something?'

The twins started snickering and Snotlout shot them a look even though it did nothing to stop them. He roughly was let go and thudded against the floor.

"I'm bored," Dagur said, turning around and heading out of the armory. "What else do you do on Berk?"

Hiccup stifled a chuckle of his own, seeing Snotlout looking discombobulated. He went around him and followed Dagur out of the armory. Maybe this new kid was not so bad. They might even become friends. These thoughts became less certain when he saw the other heir climbing up to the roof of the Great Hall.

"What are you doing?" the little Berkian asked.

Dagur ignored him for a moment, focusing on getting to the top. When he reached it, he put his hands on his hips, satisfied with himself.

"I heard you have dragons on Berk. We don't get any, so I want to see if I can spot some."

Terror filled Hiccup as he heard this. "Why would you want to do something like that? Dragons kill everyone they see."

"They haven't seen me," Dagur answered.

There was that laugh again. Hiccup wondered if it was less of a character quirk and more a sign of something sinister. A thought occurred to him as his eyes widened.

"If he falls from there, his dad might be angry and then mine will probably be too," he thought miserably. "He won't think I'll be able to do anything."

Dagur remained completely oblivious to the other heir's concerns and kept jumping, hoping it would give him a better view of anything to come. When he glanced down, he saw Hiccup with his hands on his head.

"What's wrong with you?"

Hiccup seemed unable to find his words and just stared in horror. He finally found his voice and called up as quietly as he could so that neither father could hear but Dagur would.

"You might attract the dragons."

"That's the point. If they come, I can kill them!" Dagur said, cackling and punching the air. "I'll take them all out. Berk won't have to worry about any more attacks."

"My dad will be really mad if they come back," Hiccup said nervously. "We just had an attack last week."

After a moment of contemplation, Dagur decided to hop down. The younger boy closed his eyes when he did, certain that there were going to be Berserker bits everywhere. He reopened them when he heard the other youth's voice.

"Do these dragons come often?"

"Yeah, it can be a lot sometimes."

Dagur looked to be in deep thought and then his face brightened with an idea. "Then, you should prepare for dragon attacks. Are there any other kids besides the three I saw?"

Hiccup hesitated. "Well, there's Fishlegs and Astrid. The others are just babies. What are you planning?"

"You'll see," the Berserker said in a sing-song voice.

He started laughing as Hiccup showed him where the others were. Dagur made Fishlegs yelp as he started dragging him behind him as they walked.

"What's happening?!" Fishlegs shrieked, trying in vain to get free.

"Dragon killing training," Dagur answered. "It sounds like you've got a problem and your parents won't always be here to get you out of it."

"The chief won't let us get killed," the Ingerman said, scared.

"For now, but what if he dies?"

Hiccup looked hurt at the idea and Dagur regretted his words some, but he did not feel any differently. These kids were sitting yaks, waiting to be picked off one by one. It was about time they got some agency. The Berserker saw a blond girl and noticed how Hiccup's demeanor changed again. Not sure why, Dagur put it out of his mind and called out to her.

"Blondie, we're about to do dragon killing training."

Astrid turned around, frowning at the newcomer. "You aren't authorized to do that."

Dagur huffed and crossed his arms. "Yeah, 'cause you're going to stop me."

"I could," she retorted, marching over.

Hiccup got between them quickly. "He's Chief Oswald's son."

Scowling, Astrid scoffed and eyed the redhead up and down before walking off. Dagur made a face at her and kept walking towards a clear area for them to start training. Fishlegs (who had been released when Astrid was approached) went over to Hiccup.

"Are we really going to kill dragons?"

"I don't really know what he's planning," Hiccup admitted.

"What are you two waiting for?" Dagur complained. "You'd be dragon bait by now."

Whimpering, Fishlegs walked over and was followed by the Berkian heir. They were spotted by the twins and Snotlout who also joined.

"No one invited you," Dagur said, looking at the dark-haired boy.

"We just wanted to know what you were doing."

"Practicing how to kill dragons," Hiccup explained, feeling less confident than he hoped he sounded.

Snotlout was about to laugh when he saw the serious look on Dagur's face. "Wait? Really? We haven't been allowed to start yet. Cool!"

"Can I be the dragon?" Tuffnut asked, excited.

"No, I want to be the dragon," Ruffnut argued.

They started headbutting each other as Dagur watched them, slightly intrigued. Berkians were so much rowdier than his Berserkers. When he got tired of watching–which was only after a couple seconds–he spoke up.

"I'm the biggest, so I'm going to pretend to be the dragon."

"But you don't have claws or fangs," Hiccup pointed out, hoping this would dissuade the visitor from his idea.

To his dismay, Dagur pulled out several knives. "That's why I've got these. I'll give you a five second head start. Go."

Panicking, the kids started running around as the Berserker happily counted down.

"Two, one," he said, raising his arm to throw a blade.

Just as he started to use the weapon, he heard a horrified voice.

"What in Thor's name are you doing?!" Oswald questioned, grabbing the boy's arm to keep him from using his knife.

Dagur looked confused by his anger. "I was helping them train t–"

"You could have hurt someone!"

"I wasn't going to!"

"You're too reckless. I knew you weren't ready to come here," Oswald said, grunting. "This is my one time to just get away from it all and you refuse to let me have that."

Dagur got quiet and looked at the grass. His hands shook at his sides. He wanted to argue, but he could hear in the Berserker's voice how furious he was.

"We were just having fun," he tried to explain. "I'm making friends."

"You'll make enemies of the whole tribe without even realizing it." Oswald's scowl seemed to grow even more frustrated. "Go and wait on the ship until I get back."

"But Dad–"

"I'm not telling you again."

With clenched fists and a hot face, the boy stormed off towards the docks. He had done it again. He thought helping the others learn to fight dragons would make his father proud. The man always spoke of peace, so how would this not be an act of peace between their tribes for them to help each other? Yet, he only managed to somehow anger him like he always did. Dagur wondered how he got that title "the Agreeable." Oswald never seemed agreeable with him, only upset.

The walk to the ships had so many distractions that they threatened to alter his course, but he kept going until he made it to the ship. Dagur went down to the lower compartment and sat at a table, leaning on it with his arms. He did not want to be on the deck and see everything he was missing. The other kids had seemed interesting, but he doubted he would get much time around them if his dad had anything to say about it. He would just have to wait for Oswald to finish signing everything and then would receive the honor of being forced to stand still until they arrived back home.

The boy sighed heavily. "I don't think I'm going to like these stupid peace treaty visits."