In the next session, both client and psychologist had information to share. Dagur's expression had a mix of excitement and concern. Farid noticed and gestured for him to speak what was on his mind.

"There's an inmate named Fjorre who wants the pain to go away," he said. "I told him to speak with you."

Farid smiled at him. "I'll put him on my list, but I can tell that this isn't the only thing that's bothering you."

Dagur sighed and covered his face, leaning back in the chair. "Tuffnut is going to be the death of me! I always thought Alvin would kill me in here, but it's definitely going to be Tuff."

"What happened?"

"He keeps trying to get involved in things. Luckily, I communicated like you said and I think he knew I was serious about him not trying to deal drugs with me."

"Why don't you want him to be involved?"

"What I'm doing is risky. If the only one at risk is me, that's fine. He's got a family and friends. I…" he paused, "don't really. I've been out of Heather's life for so long, it wouldn't matter if I wasn't in the rest."

"Are you sure she feels that way?"

"No, but…no, I guess I don't. Tuff would have more people who'd miss him, though. I don't want his life in my hands. What if I mess up and he dies? I'd have another death I caused, and I know you said that Mom and Dad weren't my fault, but I'm still working to agree with you on that. If Tuff dies, that is on me."

"What have you decided to do then?"

"I had him talk with Fjorre. I'll probably see if he can just keep doing that for people. It should keep him out of trouble and also help them."

Farid smiled again at the client. "You've changed a lot since we first met and I mean that as a positive."

This caused Dagur to smile as well. "It's because of you. I don't think I would've been able to do any of this otherwise. I probably wouldn't even have cared anymore about the other inmates being into drugs."

"I'm glad that you do now. A captain in the Berk police department learned of the corruption here."

"Oh? Who told?"

"Hiccup, then she spoke with me. She said she wanted to meet the man responsible."

The redhead's eyes widened. "She wants to meet me?"

"I told her that I would need your consent before letting her know who you are or anything like that. Would you like to meet her?"

"I don't see why not. Did she seem like a dirty cop?"

"I don't think so, but I could be wrong."

"I'll risk it. It's not too often that I get to meet someone who's not an enemy."

"All right then. I'll let her know."

"Thanks!"

When the session concluded, Dagur went back to his cell for a few hours. Before long, he was let out. He went through the lunch line and spotted Tuffnut. The blond was near the front of the line, arguing with someone.

"You're in my spot," the other man said.

"Can you really have a spot in a line?" Tuff asked. "Your goal is to always move."

This irritated the inmate, but it did not do enough to make him forget the alliance the young man had made. He just grumbled and waited his turn. Dagur sighed at the scene and went through the rest of the line. Once he was done, he found another spot by a wall to watch everyone. He was soon joined by Tuffnut. It took him off guard and he raised an eyebrow at him.

"What are you doing?"

"I used to eat lunch with Ruff all the time."

"Oh," Dagur said awkwardly. "Are you the older or younger twin?"

"Younger but only by a few minutes. She still holds it over me. Sometimes, she even calls me her baby brother."

A curious expression crossed the redhead's face. "What's it like growing up with a sister?"

"Annoying a lot of the time but fun just as often. You should see all the havoc she and I caused! We always have each other's backs. The only time we don't is when we're fighting which admittedly is pretty often."

Dagur smirked. "That doesn't sound so bad. Did you ever end up finding Fjorre yesterday?"

"I did! Took a while, but I did. I told him how I used to be on drugs since as long as I could remember. That seemed to convince him to not go through with it."

The other inmate began frowning. "Did you say you were clean now?"

"No…at least I don't think so."

"Maybe lay low then."

"Why?"

"Because if word spreads that you're a user in this place of all places, you might be expected to use."

Tuffnut started to look nervous. "What do I do if I am?"

"I'm not sure yet. Just stick with me for a bit and do as I do."

Excitedly, the blond nodded and leaned against the wall with Dagur, mimicking the larger man by crossing his arms and scowling. The redhead laughed and they kept an eye on things together until it was time to collect.

That evening, Hiccup went to visit Stoick at his place. When he got inside, he greeted the happy Golden Retriever that leapt onto his shoulder and nearly topped him over.

"Hey, Thornado," he said, chuckling and leaning against the door to stay mostly upright.

"Thornado," the warden scolded gently, "you know you can't leap onto Hiccup like you would with me."

"Thanks, Dad," Hiccup said, shaking his head in amusement.

"Of course, you can manage with a jaguar, so a domesticated dog should be simpler to deal with."

Hiccup smiled. "Yeah, well, when I find an easier way to fit him in the car, the four of us will get to hang out here."

The father led the way to the living area. "Now, if our recent past has taught me anything, you have a question for me about a certain former classmate of yours."

The auburn haired boy looked a bit sheepish. "Am I becoming that predictable?"

"If it makes you feel better, the predictability is nothing new."

"That actually doesn't, but thanks anyway," the young man said, smirking. "I was wondering about Oswald and when the two of you were working on a case."

"Which case?"

"Was there ever one about a drug lord or something along those lines?"

"Quite a few, but if you're looking for a more prominent one in our careers, then that would be against the Flyers."

Hiccup sat forward in his seat. "I've never heard of them."

"Not many people have. They have been around for decades, but they work silently and efficiently. Oswald learned about them while going undercover."

"Oswald went undercover?"

"He did a lot actually before Dagur was born. He liked to get out and explore, so he decided it would be productive to do that while fighting crime."

"Did he find out a lot about them?"

"Unfortunately, no. Only that they work with a group called the Hunters. They seem to be a team, but his reports showed that the Flyers were more dangerous. They were faster to kill their own people."

"Why do the Hunters work with them then?"

Stoick sighed. "Arrogance and greed. It's probably a combination of the two. You'd be surprised what they make people do."

"Do you think they knew about him?"

"That, I'm not sure about. He could be stealthy, but I don't think it's out of the question to think that they also might have had someone spying on him."

"So, one of them could have killed him?"

"That's a very likely possibility."

Hiccup groaned. "It'll also make it much more difficult to find the culprit."

"That just means that we have to bring down the entire operation," Stoick said confidently.

His son liked the confidence and needed some of his own. He stayed with the warden for a while longer prior to returning home. Before he did, someone was heading to the prison. The prisoners were still out in the yard, but Dagur noticed Gobber gesturing to him. He turned slightly to Tuffnut.

"Gotta go. Try to stay away from the dealers until I get back."

Tuffnut saluted and quickly resumed his frowning. Dagur went over to Gobber who had a smile.

"What's going on?"

"You've got another visitor. Not Heather," the blond added when he saw the inmate's eyes brighten.

"Who is it?"

"Let's just say, it's someone else you wanted to see."

Dagur got his meaning and grinned. Instead of the visitor area this time, they went to the therapy room. Once inside, Dagur saw the captain. When his handcuffs were removed, she shook his hand.

"I am Captain Mala. Doctor Farid recommended we speak here for the sake of being clandestine."

The redhead nodded. "Makes sense. I'm Dagur."

"You are the man who told the doctor about the drug issues with the other officers and inmates."

"Right. I figured I could help out while I was here. Not like I can do much else."

"What made you decide to do this? Easily, you could have just turned a blind eye and minded your own business."

"I never was good at that. It's boring."

"Are you worried about the danger?"

"Danger can be fun."

This shocked Mala and she raised an eyebrow. "You consider it fun?"

"Don't you? You're the captain of the Berk police department. That's dangerous, but you're still doing it, so you probably enjoy it at least a little unless you're planning on quitting. I doubt you're doing that because why come talk to me if you're about to leave this life behind anyway?"

The captain fought against a smile. "Perhaps, danger can be enticing."

"Especially when it's for a good cause. If I'm in danger, but I bring down these crooked cops and shifty inmates, it's worth it." Curiosity covered his face. "What got you into crime fighting?"

"My reasoning is similar to yours for getting involved. I did not want to stand aside and do nothing as people tear themselves apart and die. I would feel responsible even if I were not the one pulling the trigger."

"A sense of honor. I like that."

"I certainly try to be honorable. This is why I wanted to speak with you. If you are going to be putting yourself in danger by working from within to stop this operation, I feel you deserve to know who will be working on the outside."

"Well, it's always fun to get to meet someone new. You look fit."

"Excuse me?"

"I didn't mean it in a weird way," he added quickly. "You just seem like you could fight. Do you ever take down people physically?"

Mala nodded. "I do. It happens quite often. I think it would be unfair of me to ask those under my charge to put their lives in danger and not be willing to put myself in the line of fire as well."

This made the inmate sit up straighter. "I knew it!" he happily declared, laughing. "You just seem like you can hold your own. That's what I meant before."

Mala tilted her head slightly. "I am unaccustomed to that being the assumption about me. Most people think that I am stuck-up when we first meet."

"I'm not most people."

"I suppose not," she mentioned. "You are not as I expected you to be."

Dagur shrunk a little in his seat. "You know about me?"

"I have read some about you."

This made the inmate glance away momentarily. "I'm trying to be better."

"I can see that and respect the decision to better yourself."

Dagur's face brightened. "You don't think I'm a lost cause?"

"How can I? Here you are, trying to help people who have had no one to protect them. That's noble of you."

"Thanks," the young man said, smiling almost bashfully. "I don't think anyone's ever called me noble before." The inmate hesitated for a moment. "You have a really royal way of talking. I like it."

Mala's cheeks turned slightly pink and she caught herself. "And now you have given me a unique compliment, but it is appreciated."

Dagur smiled at her and she found it endearing despite the slightly unhinged look in his eyes. It surprised the captain and she was not sure how she felt. She began to stand up from the seat.

"I believe this meeting went well. My curiosity has been well satiated." She extended her hand again. "It was a pleasure meeting you, Dagur."

"You too, Mala."

The captain left and a few minutes passed with Dagur sitting there. He knew why Gobber was taking his time. It was safer if he did not immediately leave. Even with everyone else being in the yard, one of the other officers might have noticed and been suspicious. He was not upset because this also gave him a little bit of time to consider things.

"She seemed nice," he thought. "She's a tough person too. It would be fun to see her take down some crooks." A blush covered his face. "She even thought I was noble for doing this."

Letting out a mild giggle, he thought more about the captain until Gobber got him and they returned to the yard. As soon as they did, the smile on Dagur's face left. It was not just because of his desire to maintain his image. Tuffnut was nowhere to be seen.

"Can't leave him alone for five minutes," he grumbled under his breath.

Dagur picked up his pace so that he could find the blond. When he did, his annoyance faded. In its place was concern. Tuffnut was surrounded by a group of dealers, looking extremely pale.

"Go ahead," one encouraged. "You said you've been using. So, snort."

The new inmate nervously shifted on his feet. "Oh, well, you see…I don't snort. I–"

Tuffnut yelped as two hands grabbed his shoulders and shoved him forward towards a table with powder spread on its surface. He pushed back up, but the hands did not let go and smashed his head into the table. Tuffnut noticed a lack of pressure when he heard someone cry out. Quickly, he got back up and saw the inmate with a broken nose. The others in the group were moving back, all looking at Dagur who was snarling. The bloody man covered his nose and looked fearful.

"He's been saying he takes drugs! He should prove it."

"He doesn't have to prove anything to you," Dagur growled.

"If he's going to go around here, making big claims like that, he does."

Someone else got a little more confident. "It's a trust thing. Almost everyone uses. If he doesn't, then that makes him a narc."

Dagur's eyes shifted to the others and he saw how they looked. They agreed. He knew Tuffnut had been acting too strangely. They could tell that he was not mentally ill, so the odd behavior seemed bizarre in a non-intimidating way to them. They did not trust him. It was not that Dagur thought they needed to, but if they thought Tuffnut was in there to help the police (especially since he was), then the inmate knew there was nothing even he would be able to do to protect him. Without saying anything, Dagur went to the table and inhaled deeply. He shocked the other inmates who had wide eyes. The redhead wiped his face.

"Now that it's gone, using anymore on someone who's not buying is a waste of money that neither Ryker nor I will tolerate," he informed them.

Dagur grabbed one of the other inmates–the one who had put the drugs on the table and spoken last–and grabbed his chin.

"If Tuffnut doesn't use drugs, it's because I tell him not to. I'm not giving anything away for free and his money is mine until I say otherwise, so I don't want him paying for it either. If I ever see or hear about something like this again, I just might have to add a third life sentence to my time."

With the grip on his jaw tightening, the inmate understood his meaning. Between him and the bleeding inmate, the others backed off and speedily got to their business again. When they were gone, Tuffnut worriedly looked at him.

"Are you okay? I didn't think you did drugs."

"I don't, but I can handle them better than you would."

Dagur shuddered a little. It was never a feeling he enjoyed even if it was not as big a reaction as it caused for most people.

"Thanks."

"Don't mention it, Lightweight," he joked. "Say what you want, but I know you came in here because of me. I also know you're missing your sister and I'm definitely not going to remind you much of her, but there's one thing we'll have in common. I'll have your back."