The night was mostly the same as before, but some of the guards were more violent. Until that one day, the prisoner had been Alvin's and Alvin's alone. The others did not dare get involved or do anything without his say so. He had claimed him. They were not even sure if they could attack the inmate like their leader did. When they were invited to do so, they viewed that as permission to deal with the boy as he would. Sometimes, the Berserker wondered if they were more aggressive or if it was just due to their numbers that it would seem so much worse.

When they all left, Dagur ignored the pain he felt and began working out. It was not an immediate response. Remaining still for a little while was what he decided to do. It was also what he had to do. It really hurt to breathe. He had to calm himself down before beginning any exercise so that his breaths would not be labored. Once he had, the Viking trained with punches, kicks, swift dodges–everything he could not yet use but wanted to so badly. The noise was still there in his head and was getting louder. Dagur punched a wall, imagining it was Alvin and Ragnar and Peder and everyone else who took pleasure in his suffering. He punched a spot on the wall that his head had been banged into several times. His blood was already there, so when blood from his knuckles joined it, it made no difference.

A thirst for killing began tearing at his insides. The word "kill" repeated itself in his mind. Only, it was difficult to discern because there were so many other thoughts. They were going quickly and kept switching and moving around like two Terrible Terrors fighting in a windstorm.

"Kill," he thought. "I need to kill him. I need to kill them. Kill them all. Wait, Dagur. Why do I have to wait? For how long? I don't know how many days I can take this. I have to wait, though. I won't beat Alvin or them yet. I'd lose and I don't want to lose. I can't. Then, I'd be stuck and they'd be angry. My Berserkers would die. They should come for me. Why haven't they? I know why. They're ungrateful. They should assume I need their help. Maybe they did and just can't come here because someone is threatening them too. I should have risked a dragon attack. Why'd I start a war? I didn't even want Berk. Had enough to worry about with my own island. What I'd give to just worry about that again."

Dagur began coughing. It was too difficult to breathe. He hoped that the men had not broken a rib that was affecting a lung, but it seemed highly likely. Dagur reluctantly stopped punching the wall. His head hung and he scowled. Hearing Alvin coming, he turned to the cell door. The Outcast had the chains again.

"Time to see who wants you next," he said.

The Berserker stayed still as the chains were attached to him. Alvin noticed and smiled. They walked to the ship before setting sail to begin their voyage to the Southern Markets. When they got there, fear of the unknown gripped Dagur. Ideally, someone would have another job for him. The former chief desperately hoped he would not be leaving without any body parts. Mental images of Gobber kept filling his mind and causing him to become increasingly worried. He did not like the idea of getting a hook or peg leg. Knowing Alvin, he would just make him hop around. Once they returned to where they had been before, it felt like there was a countdown. Soon, Dagur heard a familiar voice.

"Blaze! There you are. I've been talking about you ever since we met. What's been going on?"

Gunnel was coming over and had a smile on her face. Dagur just frowned at her.

"He was working for someone," Alvin explained. "Were you hoping to buy something else?"

"I was. I want to rent him for the afternoon. How much would that be?"

"What do you want him for?"

"To sample."

Dagur's eyebrows lifted. "What?"

Alvin looked down at the Berserker, then the other Viking. "Where do you live?"

"Not far from here. You can send some of your Outcasts with us as long as they don't get in the way."

"Already intended to. They won't be a problem."

"Good, then they can come. How much is he?"

"For an afternoon…ten silver pieces."

Gunnel nodded and handed over the amount. "You're sort of pricey, Blaze. You better be worth it."

Alvin gestured for his Outcasts to follow her, then handed the Viking the chain. Gunnel wasted no time in pulling it with a hard yank. She had a wide smile on her face as she looked at the Berserker. After a moment, she led the people to her ship. It had several other Vikings on it and they regarded the Outcasts with curiosity. Gunnel spread her arms to show off the people.

"Outcasts, Blaze, meet the Vandals."

"Vandals?" Dagur asked, paling.

"Have you heard of us?"

"A little."

"All good things, I'm sure," she said with a grin. "Could you undo his restraints?"

The Outcasts unlocked the handcuffs. Once they got to the chain on his neck, she stopped them.

"Keep that one. I like it."

Gunnel giggled and yanked the chain, bringing Dagur down to the lower compartment. Finally, she stopped and sat down.

"Sit with me," she instructed.

The Berserker complied with the wish and sat. A silence began and he uncomfortably shifted.

"Why did you want me to come to your island?"

"Because I like you. I think my tribe will too." Gunnel leaned closer to him. "Do you like me?"

Dagur was worried about answering. Say yes and Thor knew what that would lead to. Say no and she might complain to Alvin. Before he could decide on an answer, Gunnel put a candle on the table and set it aflame. She took his left hand and held it in both of hers. Then, she held it over the flame just high enough to not get burned.

"You don't like me very much, do you?"

"I like you."

"Why? I burned you. I didn't think you'd be so forgiving."

The Viking thought quickly. "You've got spunk. I like that. Why do you like me?"

She sighed happily. "I'm curious about something. I've been doing some research on you, asking around. You're known as the Deranged." Gunnel lowered her voice to a whisper. "Are you?"

Dagur nodded. "Yeah."

"Good! Show me."

"Show you? How?"

"That's for you to find out. I'm curious. Most Vikings are so boring or just violent. I want some wildness. Show me what deranged looks like."

"I'll need a weapon."

"No weapons. I remember that from Alvin warning me about you."

"Then, it could be a certain situation."

"Like what?"

He paused. "I'm not sure. It just happens."

"Can you start now?"

"It's not really something I consciously try to do."

Gunnel tapped her chin. "Do you have a short temper?"

"I do."

"I can work with that then."

Gunnel quickly slammed his hand down on the flame. Dagur grunted and pulled it back, scowling at her.

"Come on," she taunted. "Are you going to take that? Show me crazy."

"You'll tell Alvin if I do."

"No, I won't. Promise."

"I don't believe you."

"Fine, then believe this. If you waste my money, I'll tell him you attacked me as soon as we came down here." She grinned, content with herself. "Don't want that, do you?"

Dagur glared at her, but he did not do anything. He was still trying to decide what he even should have done. The Vandal could have been lying about everything, making it a lose-lose for him. Gunnel's smile faded and she sighed.

"Aw, did Alvin break you that badly, Blaze?"

"I'm not broken," he growled.

"Could've fooled me. When we first met, you looked mad. You looked like you'd debone Alvin like a fish if you got the chance. You wanted to do that to me too after I set you on fire. Now, you just look sad. It's pitiful."

"I'm not pitiful either."

"Yeah, you are. Where's that Berserker rage I've heard about in scary stories?" She yanked the chain roughly and grabbed his face. "I want to see something crazy."

Dagur regarded her in confusion. He did not understand why she wanted that. No one he knew ever wanted him to act in that way. At most, they just accepted that he was probably going to, but it was never something they encouraged. He was going to ask about this when the two felt the ship dock. The Vandal looked excited and began heading up the stairs, bringing the prisoner with her. When they were on the deck, Dagur could clearly see the island. It was unsettling. All the inhabitants seemed to have been waiting for their arrival. He knew crowded islands and this island had a lot of Vikings. Despite this, it was unnervingly quiet. Then, it became loud. The Vandals rushed over to the pair in what could have only been described as a frenzy. Before they reached the Berserker, Gunnel whistled.

"You're all impatient. You forget that I'm the scout. I'm scouting right now."

One larger Viking snatched the prisoner's chain, pulling him over. "Are you sure? Patience has never been our strong suit."

"I'm sure," Gunnel said, taking the metal back. "I paid with my own silver. He's mine this time."

This did not seem to satisfy the people. They did not even move except a little so that the pair and Outcasts could step onto the island further. An excited look appeared in Gunnel's eyes.

"You'll have to tell us what it's like to have been a chief, Blaze. We don't do that here. Everyone gets a say," she said.

Someone started to join in. "Yeah, you Berserkers do weird things. It only hurt you in the long-run since you went from the top to the lowest you could ever be."

The group started laughing, making the boy's blood boil so hot that he worried his skin would blister. Gunnel noticed and nodded, tugging the chain.

"I mean, look at him. I can hardly believe he was ever a chief to begin with. At least he isn't anymore."

Dagur took a few quick breaths, trying his best to not lash out. It still was risky and the Outcasts were there. They would see if he did anything. The other Vandals would too and he doubted they would stand idly by as he killed one of them. Gunnel pointed at the Outcasts, then Dagur.

"We heard about what the Outcasts have done to Vikings," she said, shaking her head. "They cut people when they're in a nice mood. Your Berserkers would be pretty ashamed if they found out what you've been through."

Again, the group chuckled, but the Outcasts joined in this time. Dagur's hands trembled from his anger. Gunnel saw and goaded him on.

"Show us how you beg them for mercy."

"I don't do that," the Berserker snarled.

"First time for everything."

Gunnel stepped closer, an irritating smile on her face. She put one hand behind her back, then pulled out two stones. They were the same she had used before to start the spark. This similar spark was in her eyes.

"You're a prisoner," she said. "A slave to Alvin and his men. You get beaten and treated like their property because that's exactly what you are. You can tell me that's a lie, but you know it isn't."

The Berserker was seething at this point and barely holding himself back.

"So, since you know I'm right and since you're not being fun, entertain us this way. Give us a show of what it's like. Of course, every good show starts with fire."

She started to hit the two stones against each other, but before she could, Dagur stole them. Gunnel could see in his eyes that he wanted to use them to set her on fire as revenge for their previous encounter, but he restrained himself. This changed when three of the Vandals came up, forcing him onto the floor. They would keep him there for the Outcasts. Instinctively, Dagur hit the stones together, creating a spark. He aimed it downwards, lighting the grass on fire. Some of the Vandals moved back, eyes wide at the wild flames. Gunnel stayed where she was and looked content as the Vikings hurried to the docks to get buckets of water to stop the fire from spreading.

One of the Outcasts grabbed the chain, yanking hard so that Dagur was brought over to them. They were about to attack, but Gunnel put a sword to one's neck. He looked at the smaller Viking in shock.

"He set your island on fire."

"I've done that plenty of times," she said dismissively. "That's why there are so many buckets already by the docks and so little grass to get burned in the first place."

"We have to punish him."

"Do it on your own time. I thought it was fun."

Gunnel took back the chain and smiled at the prisoner. "Now, that's a start. Being willing to burn down our island. I'd say that's a little crazy. I want more, but it can wait."

She started walking off to one side of the island. Thoroughly confused, Dagur followed behind. Even still, he was glad that she had gotten involved.

"You helped," he mentioned.

"Of course I did. Those Vikings are gross. I wasn't going to let them do that to you."

"Really?" the boy asked, shocked.

"I'm no liar. You're mine for now. They can do that when you're on Outcast Island."

This made him feel less nice and they soon stopped walking. They were in an open area of land.

"Admit it," Gunnel said, "I'm nicer than the Outcasts."

"Everyone's nicer than the Outcasts."

"Fair point."

The Berserker's expression became contemplative. "What did you mean when you said you wanted to sample me? I don't like the connotation of that."

"It's nothing weird if that's what you're thinking."

"What's a not weird way of sampling someone?"

"I can't tell you yet."

"Then, can you tell me why you wanted me to get angry? It wasn't really just being bored, was it?"

Gunnel paused. "Anger and stress cause changes in the body. It's like red lines in fish."

"And doing that to me is good because…"

"Can't tell you that part either." The Vandal got quiet and sat down, patting the ground near her. "Come join me."

The Vandal took his right hand and ran a finger over his palm. Dagur side-eyed her cautiously. Suddenly, she lifted his hand and bit his pointer finger. The bite drew blood and she dug her teeth in further. Dagur's eyes widened and he quickly drew back his hand, standing up.

"What was that?!"

Gunnel looked at him calmly. "My explanation. I said I wanted to sample you."

Dagur started to say something, then stopped, making a face at her. He began laughing and put his left hand over his face.

"Of course. That's the part I'd forgotten about with Vandals. You're their scout for this time and I'm the lucky meal. Am I right about that?"

Gunnel excitedly nodded, getting up and drawing her sword. The Berserker disarmed her, pointing the weapon at her heart.

"Well, tell the others that you chose wrong this time because there are a lot of ways I could die, but this isn't one of them."

"I tell them or what? It's not like you'll be going back to your tribe."

"Tell them or I'm taking out as many of you as I can before I die, then I'm killing the rest as a ghost."

"You wouldn't know where to start."

"I know I'd end with you," Dagur stated coldly. "It'll be more fun for you to know I wasn't bluffing."

A dangerous twinkle was in the boy's eyes and Gunnel saw this. She smiled and clapped her hands.

"All right! This is what I've been looking for. I'm finally getting to meet Dagur the Deranged!" She held her hands up in surrender. "Okay, Dagur. I don't think you're bluffing. I've gotten what I wanted. You can go back to Outcast Island now."

She saw the hesitant look on his face. This made her smirk.

"If you'd been nicer, maybe I would've let you stay longer, but I guess you prefer the Outcasts' company."

Dagur just scowled as they went back to the main part of the island. Gunnel handed the chain to some Outcasts who had murderous looks on their faces.

"They'll take you back," she said. Gunnel gave the Berserker a smile. "Think about me."

"Not if I can help it," the boy mumbled.

The Vandals quickly started boarding the ship with the Outcasts who yoked the prisoner onto the vessel. Dagur was not looking forward to docking. The guards' eyes did not leave him the entire voyage. He knew what he did would have some consequences, but it seemed worth it to him if only to delay the inevitable for a few hours. When they docked, the Vikings went back to the prison. Alvin was there this time and looked surprised.

"I thought she wanted him for the whole afternoon," he mentioned to one of the others.

"She did, but then he tried to light the island on fire."

Alvin glared at the prisoner who just glumly looked towards the cell in the back. The man's expression became contemplative.

"Take him to the back," he grunted. "Teach him what happens when he tries to hurt people."

"I didn't instigate it," Dagur said quietly.

"What was that?" the Outcast growled.

The prisoner became quiet, looking down miserably. He could repeat himself, but what would be the point? It would only anger Alvin more. So, he kept his curses and threats in his mind only as they walked back to the cell. After a few hours, the island had a visitor. Stoick docked his ship on their coast and walked up to the prison, seeing Alvin.

"Stoick," the other man greeted. "What brings you by?"

"Dagur," he answered grimly. "I want to talk with him."

Alvin lifted an eyebrow, then nodded. "Feel free. Come on in."

He began leading the way when Stoick stopped. There was a frown on his face. He heard odd noises. The Berkian was not entirely sure how to describe them. It sounded like they were coming from multiple people.

"What is that?" Stoick inquired. "Are those the prisoners?"

Alvin paused, listening. "No, that's the guards."

"The guards? What's going on?"

The Outcast just struggled to not chuckle. "If you wait a second, I'll tell him you're on your way."

Stoick nodded, still unsure what he had been hearing. He stood by the entrance of the prison while Alvin went to the back. Tapping the bars, he got the attention of the guards.

"Don't be selfish," he chastised. "Someone's here for him."

Unhappily, the Outcasts left the prisoner. Alvin entered the cell in annoyance, glaring at the unconscious body. Taking his sword, he slashed the boy's arm, letting the pain stir him to consciousness. Dagur hissed and frowned as the sword was brought to his neck. Alvin had a smile on his face that made the Berserker's skin crawl.

"You've got another visitor," he informed him.

"Hiccup?"

"You really think you're lucky enough for that? Someone else wants a turn with you."

Dagur felt panic rising in his chest and he stayed still as Alvin went to go get the newcomer. He was too concerned to see who was coming for him this time. When Stoick reached the cell, he was surprised when he saw the boy. He had known Hiccup was right about the torture. Anyone who knew Alvin let alone knew him for as long as the chief had, knew he would torture his prisoners. Regardless, the Berserker looked worse than Stoick anticipated. When Dagur saw the visitor, he moved to the back wall, eyes wide.

"You've got to be joking!" he exclaimed, equally angry and horrified. "You've known me since I was a kid, Stoick. This is sick!"

Stoick just stared at the Berserker in confusion as he walked towards the cell. "What are you talking about?"

Dagur stopped, blinking at the chief. Alvin approached the group and smirked.

"I just meant that someone wanted a turn to speak with you," the man said. "What did you think I meant by that?"

The Berserker got flustered and stammered as he tried to think of a good response. He was too tired for this–just tired in general. The only times he was not awake were when he was knocked unconscious. Leaning against the wall to appear more calm, he regarded the other redhead.

"Why'd you come here? I thought you were done with me as soon as you did the sentencing."

Stoick had a harsh look on his face. "I'm here because of Hiccup. You've been talking to him and have somehow been convincing him that you're redeemable. I know you're not."

Dagur laughed, causing Stoick to glare at him. "Let me see if I got this right, you came all the way down just to tell me to not talk with Hiccup? I'm not sure if you noticed," he said, tapping the bars, "but I. Can't. Leave! So, it's not like I'm going out to Berk every other day, dragging Hiccup out by his one leg to talk with me. If you don't want him here, I'm not the one to tell that to."

The chief's glare did not leave his face. "I've already spoken with him. He's going to come here one more time. Make it clear that you won't talk to him anymore."

"Or what?" Dagur pressed, crossed his arms and scowled a bit at the slashed one. "You'll arrest me? Already did. You'll kill me? Please do. You'll make my life not worth living? Too late," he snarled. "I'm not hurting Hiccup, Mr. Night Fury, or anybody else from Berk. Where's the harm in talking?"

"The harm is that I know you'll betray him as soon as you get the chance. You're not hurting my son like that. He's never trusted you, so I won't allow you to gain that trust just to break it."

Dagur wanted to protest, but he saw a glare on Alvin's face. "Fine," he mumbled.

"Speak up," the Outcast ordered.

Huffing, the Berserker repeated himself. "Fine, I'll tell Hiccup to stop coming or something. I'll figure out what to say to get him to stop showing up."

"You better," Alvin warned.

He stepped towards the cell and Dagur moved back. With a smirk, Alvin turned to Stoick, pointing to his ax.

"You can use that on him if you'd like."

Stoick shook his head. "I didn't come here for that."

"Aw, I didn't think I'd ever see the day when Stoick the Vast showed an enemy mercy," the Outcast commented. "You know you hate him too, Stoick. Take this opportunity. I'll restrain him and you spill his blood."

"That's not why I'm here," the chief said, frowning a little at the cruel look he saw in the man's eyes.

After a moment, Alvin shrugged, clearly disappointed. "A shame. Maybe another time."

Nodding even though he did not necessarily agree, Stoick left. Soon after the man was gone, Hiccup returned with Toothless. It was clear how different things were this time. He felt more upset and the prison itself felt more sinister. Hiccup went to the last cell with the Night Fury and spotted the Berserker doing sit ups near a pool of blood. Dagur glanced at him and saw the cold expression.

"Your dad talked to you?" he asked, sounding almost bored.

Hiccup ignored that part. "I was reminded that you're a danger, Dagur."

The other boy scoffed. "Yeah, I'm feeling pretty dangerous right now. Next time Alvin steps past those bars, I'll slit his throat. Like the sound of that?"

"You tried to trick me."

"Did I? When? Come on, tell me. I want to have something fun to think about."

He cackled as he continued the workout, not even giving the visitor his full attention. This caused Hiccup to frown at him.

"You tried to get me to feel bad for you–used my own past as a weapon by saying we both grew up as outcasts in our tribes."

Shrugging, the redhead kept exercising. "Maybe I did. Maybe I didn't."

"You're sick. You tried to kill us."

"I thought you were going to tell me something new. You're being boring today, Hiccup. If you don't have any questions, you know where the exit is."

The Berkian still frowned, but he could not bring himself to leave. "I'm not done yet. You didn't trick me."

Dagur stopped his workouts, quietly sighing before going over to the bars. "Now, you're just in denial. I had you eating right out of my palm, brother."

"Don't call me that."

"I'll call you whatever I want because I'm not some soft-hearted, dragon lover like you. I say what I want and do what I want. And I wanted to see how many days I could get you to show up, heart bleeding all over this prison. You left a trail each time you left. It's been the most fun I've had in a while."

Hiccup angrily started to turn away to go, but he could not help but notice Toothless. His friend was not snarling or looking aggressive. He was by the bars of the cell. It confused the Berkian.

"I don't know why I thought you'd change."

"Just naive, I guess. You're dumber than I expected."

Glaring, the heir clenched his hand into a fist. "I can't believe I actually was trying to help you. I was fooling myself. You've been evil since we were kids. If you had won the war, I know for a fact that you'd have your Berserkers treat me just like the Outcasts treat you."

Suddenly, the look in Dagur's eyes changed. It became more unhinged and more angry. It also became more conflicted. Toothless got closer to the bars, causing Hiccup to call to him.

"Bud, don't go over to him. It's not safe."

The Night Fury did not listen and just looked at the Berserker. Dagur frowned, but it did not really reach his eyes. He tightly shut them and lowered his head.

"I wouldn't have," he whispered.

"What?"

"I wouldn't have," he said, a little louder. "I told my Berserkers to back off after we found out about you having Toothless. I didn't want them to hurt you. That would've been cheating. We have too many Vikings for Berk to have survived a full-scale attack."

"Do you really expect me to buy that?"

"Ask any of them if you don't believe me. I made it a known fact that nobody would hurt you."

"Except you."

"Exactly! Brothers fight. It happens."

"We're not brothers."

"But we were to me! You didn't lie to all my Berserkers. You lied to me. It was our war. I didn't even want Berk. I wanted Toothless because I knew it would be the best way to get back at you. I never would have let any of my own Vikings lay a hand at you, but you left me at Alvin's mercy. Alvin's, Hiccup. He's been your enemy longer than I've even been alive, but he gets to be my jailer. How's that fair?"

"You went against your deal, tried to kill him, and stole his island."

Dagur looked confused, then scowled. "That's what he told you."

"I was there, remember? I saw you two fighting after you took back the Skrill."

The prisoner paced the cell angrily. "You saw the end of it and missed a lot of details. Do you really think I'd believe that someone who goes by the name 'Treacherous' wouldn't try to betray me? He didn't want a real deal. He wanted my information and my armada, then he wanted to kill me. I didn't give him that chance, so yeah, I took the Skrill and I left. He hunted me down, said he'd kill me, and attacked. That's when you saw us fighting. Sure, I tried to kill him, but I didn't start that fight. Again, my armada is massive! If I wanted to kill Alvin, I would have done that before even making the deal. I didn't need to make a deal with him and his barbarians. I could've just killed them all, but I didn't think that was necessary. Look where that got me."

Hiccup looked unsure. "You're lying."

Dagur just laughed. "Of course you'd think that. I guess treachery is more trustworthy than derangement to you. I don't have a way to prove it. It's my word and the word of my Berserkers vs Alvin and you've demonstrated that you clearly think he's got the moral high ground."

The Berkian still looked uncertain. "You really told the Berserkers to not hurt me?"

"I did. If I won, yeah, I'd have tortured you, but I wouldn't have done this. I never would have done this to you. This is too messed up even for me. I'd have probably just killed you when I got bored after the second day. I wouldn't have subjected you to the humiliations I've faced. There are more creative ways to get revenge on somebody than this. This is too standard–too easy to do and still have the results you want. It's lazy. This is cheating and I hate cheaters. So, no matter what you think, I wouldn't have been like Alvin. I don't know why you can't wrap your head around that. I'm not like him."

Dagur could feel himself getting angrier and he kept pacing back and forth faster and faster. He felt so agitated, then grabbed the cell bars roughly, nearly jumping onto them.

"I wouldn't have done this to you!"

Hiccup's eyes locked onto the Berserker's. It was the first time in a little while that he had seen him so enraged. His teeth were bared and it seemed like he was the wild beast in the prison instead of Toothless. Gradually, this faded. Letting go, his voice became sad.

"Why'd you do this to me?"

Momentarily, Hiccup doubted his own conviction, then a thought occurred to him.

"I can't believe that. You'd do anything to anyone. I wouldn't have been any different. You even killed your own dad."

Dagur's eyes narrowed. "I didn't."

The Berkian thought he misheard him. "Huh?"

"I didn't."

"You're just saying that to trick me."

"If you're not going to believe anything I say, I'm not saying anything else."

"You said you killed him."

"No, I didn't. I just let people think that."

"Then, where's Oswald?"

"If you find out, let me know."

"That's convenient that you don't know."

"It's also the truth."

"I don't believe you."

Dagur crossed his arms and turned away from him. "Good. Don't believe me. Don't come back either. As long as you don't, I don't care what you think. I'm done talking to you. It's not fun anymore."

Hiccup frowned at him. "Why would Oswald have left?"

True to his word, the Berserker said nothing. To Hiccup's surprise, Toothless still did not snarl at the prisoner. This was because the dragon did not sense antagonism despite what the prisoner was trying to convey. He just sensed sadness. Dagur wanted to pet the Night Fury, but he would not repeat that mistake. He wanted to tell Hiccup that he had proof of everything he was saying, but he had nothing and still needed him to not want to return. If he did, he would probably have two mountain-sized Vikings torturing him and he really could barely handle that from the one, not to mention the other Outcasts. It stung when Hiccup called Toothless away with him. Sadly, Dagur turned and saw the Berkian leave.

"Talking was fun," he thought unhappily. "I wish it could've lasted longer."