Oh, wow, this took a while to write. XD

A little warning, however, I didn't edit it very well, so if there is any mistakes, I apologize.

As for Icha icha Minato Kyuubi's question in the reviews: Dagur most likely won't have a role in this story, but if I do ones for Kung Fu Panda 2 and 3 afterwards (and, yes, I am planning to do so and have already thought of most of the story lines for both of them), then you'll just have to wait and see... ;)

Anyway, sorry for the long wait, and I hope you enjoy chapter 6!

The messenger Viking boat thumped against the rocky sand of an island.

Gustav's head slowly tipped backwards, his eyes trailing up the mighty prison walls, and he gulped. "Helheim Prison," he muttered to himself.

He may be a Viking, but even he knew that this place was to be feared. It was the only building throughout all of the Viking tribes that he knew of, that was built with stone instead of wood, and it towered to reach over fifty feet tall, and nearly covered the whole island in its vastness.

Dark and sinister as it was, Gustav knew this to be the place that Master Grimborn had sent him to, and so he hopped out of the small boat, his boots splashing into the shallow water, and heaved his only form of transportation up further onto the beach until he was sure that it wouldn't drift away.

The walk up to the prison didn't take as long as the tread up the stone stairs. He knew that the only way in, or out, was through the giant, iron door, with two armed guards standing in front of it. By the time Gustav reached the top of the stairs, his breaths were ragged and he had to rest his hands against his knees to keep himself from falling over.

"Hey! State who you are and what you're doing here!" one of the guards immediately questioned, while he and the other guard both thrust their longswords out in Gustav's direction.

The Messenger Boy hurriedly put up his hands to show he was no threat, and he squeaked out, "I'm Gustav Larson, the messenger of Berk! Viggo Grimborn sent me to deliver a message; please don't hurt me!"

The guards glanced at each other through their iron masks, then lowered the swords. "Come," the one who had first spoken commanded, while the other guard unlocked the many padlocks on the door, and Gustav allowed his arms to flop back down by his sides, though his heart didn't calm from its frantic beating one bit.

As they walked through the halls, Gustav felt as though he was being led to his execution. One guard marched in front of him, and the other a few paces behind. There was no natural sunlight that penetrated into the entire building, and the only decorations that littered the stone halls were the firelit torches that hung from the ceiling.

Eventually, they reached a door that seemed to blend into the wall itself, and the guard who was in front rapped his ironclad knuckles agaisnt it.

"Come." The voice was that of a man, and it was accented in some way. Gustav felt the guard who was behind him rest a heavy hand on his shoulder and guide him forward, while the other opened the door.

The second Gustav stepped inside the small room, and heard the door slam shut, he felt an indescribable chill in the air. It was as if all the cold from the north itself was concentrated in that room alone, and he shivered.

His eyes wandered around the room for a moment, and noticed that it was nearly as blank as the rest of the building. The only difference being a long, wooden table with a large chair behind it at the back of the room, and two small lanterns hung from the ceiling above it.

A tall, muscular man sat in the chair. He was almost completely bald, the only hair covering his face being his eyebrows, a mustache, and a single line of black hair that ran from the center of his lower lip and down his chin. He wore spiked, iron plates on his shoulders and forearms, while the rest of him was covered in a thick, silver armor.

"R-Ryker Grimborn, sir," Gustav stuttered, bowing his head in respect for his Master's older brother.

"What is the message that my brother has sent you here for?" Ryker growled out, straight to the point.

"O-oh, yes, sir," Gustav said quickly, as if just remembering why he was there in the first place. He proceeded to repeat Viggo's words to the lead guard of the prison, and as soon as he was finished, Ryker's expression had darkened even more so than when Gustav had first entered.

"What does Viggo mean by 'my prison isn't secure?'" he demanded, forcefully standing. "You doubt my security?"

"Well, I just...I don't, sir. Viggo does."

"Come with me," Ryker said. He walked around his desk and proceeded to open the door and walk out.

Gustav eyed the guards warily, then followed Ryker out, with them sauntering out after him.

"Helheim Prison is impossible to escape from," Ryker announced as he walked down the hall.

Eventually, after turning down several different corridors, they reached yet another thick, iron door with six different locks on it. Ryker opened each, one at a time, then slowly swung it open with a loud creak.

Behind it, there was an elevator type contraption. The floor was made completely out of a strong wood, held up by a chain, which connected to a pulley system and a lever.

When Gustav hesitated to follow Ryker onto the platform, he was shoved from behind by one of the guards, and he stumbled onto it instead. After all four of them were on it, Ryker yanked down on the lever, and they slowly descended into further darkness.

It took nearly two minutes to reach the bottom, and when the platform landed on the stone floor with a thud, Gustav nearly lost his balance from the shock of it, and just refrained from falling onto his face.

Ryker chuckled darkly as he walked off and grabbed a wooden torch that had been hanging on the wall, before walking out into a slightly lit arena.

At first, Gustav didn't see anything, but as soon as his eyes adjusted the darkness, he let out a small yelp at what met his gaze.

There, on his knees with his head bowed low in what seemed to be unconsciousness, was the faint outline of Krogan. His arms were spread out on either side of him, with manacles encircling both of his wrists and chains, pulled taunt, leading off of them and finally connecting to the walls to his left and right, which were the only things keeping him upright. Another iron clasp was wrapped around his neck, with a single chain leading down and fastened to the floor, though that line was looser than the rest, revealing that, if Krogan desired, he could stand. However, the wrist cuffs kept him from being able to lay down and rest.

"You see?" Ryker called out loudly.

A guard shoved Gustav forward again, and once he was within Ryker's reach, the man put a hand on his shoulder and guided him more forward still, until he was a foot away from Krogan. In his attempt to fight back, Gustav's Viking helmet fell off of his head and landed, horns-down, with a clang on the floor a foot away from Krogan.

Ryker finally let him go, and as soon as Gustav was able, he scurried back a few paces, and looked back just in time to see Ryker push Krogan's head back with the hand that wasn't holding the torch, then let it flop down again with a laugh. "He's not going anywhere. Hey, Krogan, did you hear? Old Wrinkly's given the title of Dragon Warrior to someone, and it's not you," he taunted.

"Don't aggravate him!" Gustav cried out.

"It doesn't matter," Ryker yelled back. Then he lowered to Krogan's level and addressed him, "he can't do anything about it."

"Well, I've seen enough now to tell Master Grimborn that he has nothing to worry about," Gustav cut in hurriedly.

"You tell my brother that I've got Krogan right where he's supposed to be, and it will stay that way until he dies," Ryker said, finally moving away from the chained man.

"Y-yes, sir." Gustav nodded. "Can we go now?"

As the three guards and one messenger started their ascent back up to the main halls, Krogan's eyes snapped open.