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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      How_to_Train_Your_Dragon_-_Fandom
  Relationship:
      Alvin/Hiccup/Dagur
  Character:
      Hiccup, Alvin, Dagur_-_Character, ruffnut, tuffnut, Toothless, Stoick
  Additional Tags:
      Rape, noncon, dubcon, Drug_Use, Mind_Manipulation
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-09-29 Words: 14064
****** Disastrous Alliances ******
by Jettara1
Summary
     AU to A View for a Skrill. Dagur doesn't immediately betray Alvin and
     steal the Skrill, but when Tuffnut fails to distract the guards
     Hiccup is caught trying to free the Skrill. Now Alvin has his dragon
     trainer and to ensure Dagur keeps his word offers up a gift that even
     the young Berserker won't turn down. Rated MA for sex, under age
     victim, drug use and M/M/M You've been warned
Disastrous Alliances
Based off of A View to a Skrill but rather than Dagur stealing the Skrill right
away something stops him and makes him rethink his alliance with Alvin.
 
“Where’s Tuffnut?” Hiccup wondered aloud as he gazed down into the dragon
killing ring where guards were still posted by the Skrill’s cage. Tuffnut was
supposed to have distracted them already so Hiccup and Toothless could free the
Skrill and all of them get off Outcast Island and back to Berk before the
Berkian guard woke up and his father sent them and the other riders looking for
them. Right now, with the Outcasts and the Berserkers teamed together that
extra help would be greatly appreciated.
He inched a little closer and tried to get a good view at the iron bars
containing the Skrill. If Tuffnut didn’t hurry up then he and Toothless would
have to figure a way to break in on their own and deal with the guards. There
was no doubt they would give chase if they saw Hiccup, all the Berserkers and
Outcasts knew what he looked like but he’d rather avoid that if he could. Sure
he was fast but he still wasn’t that sure on his feet with his prosthetic. All
it would take is one loose pebble and he would be down. He could just let
Toothless blast them but that meant going to the front gate, taking out those
guards without drawing attention and then blasting the gate open and doing the
same to the guards inside. Toothless had a six shot limit and if it took more
than two shots to take down the gate or if there were more guards than he
thought on duty…yeah, he really needed Tuffnut to do his job.
They waited another ten minutes and then five more but when Tuffnut didn’t show
up – although he could clearly hear the other boy’s laughter mixed with that of
grown men not so far away – Hiccup had no choice. He and Toothless quietly made
their way to the lowest point of the ring, then, very careful of his metal
foot, Hiccup wiggled his way through two bars and dropped down to the ground
bellow, cloaked in shadow. So far so good. Toothless tried doing the same but
his wedge shaped head got stuck and he made a soft pleat of distress.
Hiccup’s shoulders fell as he gazed up at his best friend. “Toothless…” he
whined in a whisper and thanked whatever god was watching over them that
Toothless was ebony so that he wasn’t easily spotted at night. Sadly the same
couldn’t be said about Hiccup. The scruff of his metal foot and soft whispered
voice echoed throughout the ring alerting the guards and the Skrill to their
presence…or maybe it was just the Skrill alerting everyone to the intruders. It
gave such a hideous screech that Hiccup had to cover his ears and duck as a
bolt of lightning shot right over his head and hit Toothless on the muzzle,
causing the Nightfury to cry out and fire back and pandemonium broke out as
guard came running from every direction.
“Okay…this didn’t go as planned,” Hiccup grumbled to himself as he and
Toothless were suddenly surrounded, Toothless snarling and threatening to fire
at anyone who dared come close but what real threat was he with his head stuck
between two bars? It didn’t take two minutes for the Outcast and Berserker
guards to bind and muzzle the dragon before freeing his head.
“Hello, Hiccup,” Savage greeted the young Hooligan with a great big smile. “I
know there are two people who’ll be ecstatic to see you.”
“Oh yeah? Wish I could say the same,” Hiccup retorted, glancing sideways at
Toothless as his head was pulled free. He opened his mouth to give a command,
hoping on old trick they often played would help free his friend but before he
could a gage was shoved in his mouth and his arms were bond behind his back.
“Oh no, lad, none of your tricks this time. Alvin has plans for you and they go
far beyond training dragons now,” Savage taunted as he grabbed the boy’s vest
and began dragging him toward the Great Hall while the guards took Toothless
down into the underbelly of the island with the other dragons.
Hiccup looked around frantically, hoping to see Tuffnut or maybe Ruffnut up on
the hill, someone who would know what happened to him and Toothless and get
help. But he saw neither and his chest fell. He just had to hope that maybe
Tuffnut had gotten a little too into character and was still hanging out with
his adoring fans at the Great Hall. Unfortunately that didn’t quite work out
either. He spotted Tuffnut laughing it up with a bunch of guards not far from
the dragon ring but he back was to Hiccup and his focus entirely on telling
some lame joke Hiccup had heard a thousand times. In fact the guards were so
enthralled in Tuffnut’s story telling that they didn’t even pay attention as
Hiccup was marched by so not even they alerted Tuffnut to the Outcasts’ sudden
victory. If Hiccup didn’t have a gage shove halfway down his throat he would
have screamed at the other teen. Instead he settled for digging his nails into
the palms of his hands and cursing inwardly. It figured. Give Tuffnut the
simplest task and he utterly failed it and condemned Hiccup and Toothless at
the same time.
Each time Hiccup slowed down Savage would shove him forward, only holding his
leather vest to keep him from running or falling. It didn’t get any better when
they reached the Great Hall. The guards began cheering the moment they stepped
inside as Savage enthusiastically threw Hiccup to Alvin’s feet, starting both
chieftains.
“It seems our little Dragon Conqueror was trying to steal your Skrill,” Savage
announced, not naming who the Skrill belonged to. “We caught him and his dragon
sneaking into the ring and thought you might want to have a talk with him about
manners.” He gave Hiccup a swift kick to the ribs only to be punched in the
face by Dagur.
“No one touches Hiccup but me,” the Berserker chief snarled getting between
Hiccup and Savage.
“That was not our agreement, Dagur,” Alvin purred as he regarded Hiccup with
interest but he did not lay a hand on Hiccup until Dagur calmed down a little.
The younger chieftain glanced at the elder with a decidedly unhappy look. “I
agreed to share him AFTER we conquer Berk. I didn’t think your bumbling
imbeciles would catch him so soon.”
Savage growled low in his throat, his hands clenching at being called an
imbecile. He and his men had been fighting Hiccup for a long time now and
keeping a hold on the disabled boy proved far harder than capturing any grown
man. His nostrils flared but he held his tongue.
“Good things often happen unexpectedly,” Alvin assured as he sat back in his
thrown. He grinned a little too widely at Dagur. “And with Hiccup as our guest
then Berk will fall and we both will get what we want far sooner than
anticipated. Is that not something to celebrate?”
Dagur was still new to being a chieftain and while he had already conquered a
number of ships and raided islands he had yet to truly conquer a rival quite
like Berk and even though he had planned on betraying Alvin and stealing the
Skrill before the battle he was now rethinking his position. Alvin could have
Berk. What he wanted was the Skrill, the Nightfury AND Hiccup. It would have
been easy to steal just one but now, with all three…he would have to wait to
make his move. “I suppose,” he finally admitted. “What do you have in mind?”
“A midnight banquet,” Alvin proposed, his gaze returning to Hiccup.
“We just had a banquet,” Dagur pointed out, already bored by the idea.
Alvin nodded sagely, but not with our young friend here. “I say we discuss the
terms of his surrender over a late night snack. Savage, have my personal chief
come here at once.”
Grumbling under his breath Savage stormed off to get the old man. This was
beneath him. He could be doing so much better if he broke off on his own.
The other guards were ordered out of the Great Hall as Alvin pulled Hiccup to
his feet and pulled the gage out of his mouth.
“Always trying to save dragons, eh, boy? No sense of self-preservation what so
ever,” Alvin said in a gravelly voice as he looked Hiccup’s small form over.
“Yet you continue to escape and defeat my men over and over again. You’re
already planning your escape as we speak, are you?”
Hiccup had become known as the king of sass not only amongst his own tribesmen
but the Outcasts too and Alvin loved a good game of wits with him. So Hiccup
shrugged and gave a little grin. “Well you know, I’m getting pretty used to
this place so it’s only a matter of time before I’m out of here. You know
you’re never going to beat Berk. My Dad will just come charging in and blow
your army out of the water again.”
“Oh I have no doubt he’ll come, boy. He always comes for me.” A twisted grin
lit the man’s face as if there was a double meaning in his words. He ran a
thick dirty finger down Hiccup’s cheek to his jaw and along his throat to push
gently against his Adam’s apple. “And you’re going to, too. I’m going to
guarantee it this time.”
“What are you doing?” Dagur demanded, speaking a mere moment before Hiccup had
a chance to ask the same question.
“Patience, Dagur. Our little dragon here is going to entertain us tonight.” He
let Hiccup go as the cook arrived. “Ah, Allister,” he greeted cheerfully. “I
have a special dish I want prepared for Dagur and I tonight.”
The man didn’t appear much older than Alvin but he held a dark gaze, his eyes
more black than brown or blue and he didn’t seem overly happy having to cook a
banquet twice in one night. “My kitchen is closed,” he reminded Alvin as if his
chief needed reminding.
“That may be but you’ll open it, won’t you?”
“Aye, sir.”
“Hiccup will be helping you. You remember that dish from Japan. Our lad has a
fascination with other cultures. Teach him what about Nyotaimori and make sure
it’s VERY pliable and cooperative. I don’t want my food squirming too much when
I eat.”
Allister gave a huff and took Hiccup by the arm. “If you make a mess I’m not
cleaning it up this time,” he warned, pulling Hiccup along.
Hiccup dragged his feet and twisted around. “Wait! You’re going to eat a
dragon?” he asked in disbelief, not familiar with the word Alvin had used.
The Outcasts chieftain’s smile grew to massive proportions. “In a manner of
speaking.”
“While it’s alive?”
If possible that grin grew even more. “Of course. Dead Nyotaimori is not either
for anyone involved. Oh, and Allister, I want it served in my private chambers.
Take the side route and don’t forget the yak sausage, the largest we have.”
Allister gave the boy a hard yank and dragged him through a side door to the
underground world of the Outcasts. No Berserkers were permitted here and the
Outcasts living there only gave Hiccup curious but hostile looks. There were
some that admired Hiccup for his bravery and ability to outwit so many grown
men but there was also resentment and anger for the number of times he had
embarrassed them. Allister ignored them the whole way to his kitchen while
Hiccup did his best not to meet any of the men’s gazes. He treated them as he
would hostile dragons, not meet their gaze for if of being attacked. It seemed
to work in this case. Not an Outcast spoke to him or raised a hand to him but
some displayed tiny smiles as he walked alongside the cook as if they knew what
was in store for Hiccup and that only made Hiccup even more frightened.
“So…ah…what’s in this dish…Ny-ho-tai-mi?” Hiccup asked, needing to break the
silence and focus on something other than the men they were passing.
“Nyotaimori,” Allister corrected as they entered the kitchen. He shut and
locked the door behind him in case Hiccup tried anything funny. “It’s different
for everyone. Alvin is a travelled man, he likes a great many things.” He
looked Hiccup over, walking slowly around the boy. “How old are you?”
“How old are you?” Hiccup countered, looking around for this mysterious dragon.
“Old enough,” the man asked before stopping in front of Hiccup once more.
“Thirteen?” he guessed.
Hiccup’s lips pursed in insult. “Sixteen.”
“Humph, you wouldn’t guess it by the looks of you.”
“So I noticed,” the boy grumbled. “So the dish? I can’t exactly help if my arms
are tied, can I?”
Cold dark eyes regarded him silently.
“I can dice onions,” Hiccup offered, hoping the cook would be foolish enough to
free him and give him a knife. But of course his luck wasn’t that good.
“Alvin takes then younger every years,” the man muttered to himself, leaving
Hiccup by an empty table as he puttered around the kitchen. “What do you know
of this Dagur the Deranged? What does he eat?”
“Ah…a lot of sweet meats and bog myrtle,” Hiccup answered with a shrug.
The cook grumbled more as he began pulling out different meats and ingredients
from cold storage. He placed them all on a table far from the one Hiccup stood
next to.
“So…uhm…where’s this dragon?”
“There is no dragon,” the man answered. “When’s the last time you had a bath?”
“Excuse me?”
“When did you last bathe?”
Confused, Hiccup shrugged. “Yesterday…no the day before, before the Skrill was
found. Why?”
Allister refused to answer. Instead he moved to a shelf and began pulling down
jars and throwing measured powders and herbs into a small pot of bowling water.
It smelt oddly sweet.
“Why do you care when I last had a bath?” Hiccup inquired, shuffling closer to
see what was in the pot.
“Cleanliness is good practise,” Allister answered as if it was obvious.
“Tell that to Alvin. He reeks like week old fish.”
The man made an amused noise before pushing Hiccup out of the way and taking
the pot off the fire. It looked like some strange sort of tea and the man
poured half into a wooden cup and the rest into some strange looking pump
device to cool. Hiccup’s confusion was growing by the second. First there was
no dragon even though Alvin said there was, well sort of, then the cook was
asking about him bathing. This was going way past the normal level of weird he
had come to enjoy. For several long minutes silence filled the kitchen as the
man worked and Hiccup leaned against a counter, desperately looking for a blade
or sharp object he could use to free himself but this kitchen was void of
anything within easy reach. Allister was certainly particular about where he
kept things.
Then the man rose and checked the cup, blowing gently to cool it. “Drink this,”
he ordered, holding it to Hiccup’s lips.
“What is it?” Hiccup asked, sniffing it. It smelt like his grandfather’s sleepy
time tea that he would drink as a kid just before bed.
“Outcast Island does not have much potable water. This is from a natural spring
underground and will quench your thrust. The water has a slight sulphur taste
so I disguise it with herbs. It is harmless and will help you relax.”
Hiccup was thirsty. He had spent many hours hidden with Ruffnut and sharing a
single water skin that they couldn’t refill due to the water condition above
ground and they were too far from the river he and Snotlout had discovered when
they were trapped on the island. Hesitantly he opened his mouth and let the man
pour a little in. It was warm but after the storm the night before he still had
a little chill deep in his bones and this helped warm him up a bit. The cook
didn’t make him drink it all at once but gave him sips every few minutes
between tending his work until Hiccup realized something wasn’t quite right.
The tea was a lot like Old Wrinkly’s with one very importance difference, it
made Hiccup light headed much quicker and his vision blurred. He stumbled away
from the counter and fought desperately to free his arms before he fell.
“What…what did you give me?” he demanded but his words came out slurred.
The man didn’t bother looking up from his work. “There’s not point fighting it,
lad. Right now it’s racing through your system. Soon your inners will feel like
mush and you’ll need to lie down but you won’t lose conscious, I assure you.
Once you relax your body will start heating up and your mind will race with
thoughts all young boys have and you’ll become a needy little thing just the
way Alvin likes his boys. Needy and obedient.”
“What? No…I don’t understand.”
Allister clucked his tongue disapprovingly. “Another virgin this one. I might
have to double the dose when I inject it in you. Virgins are so messy the first
time, never seem able to hold it all in.” He dipped a large roll of yak sausage
into a pot of hot melted wax. “Always so messy but I’m not cleaning up this
time. Prepping you is one thing but after that Alvin has to deal with your
mess. And you will be a mess but next time…next time perhaps not so much.” He
caught Hiccup before the boy toppled over completely and undid his ropes and
with surprising quickness stripped the youth of every stitch of clothing, right
down to his sock. He lifted the barely conscious boy onto the table and patted
his hip. “Don’t take any of what I do personally, I’m a professional at this
and by the time Alvin’s Nyotaimori is ready you’ll be more than happy to be
part of it.” He detached Hiccup’s prosthetic and placed it on the far counter.
No doubt Alvin will be sending it to Stoick along with his demands. He fetched
a jar of honey and the pump and returned to Hiccup who was blinking rapidly and
trying to form words that came out as whispered slurs. “You’ll find your throat
will be a little dry and tongue swollen. Alvin doesn’t like his Nyotaimori
talking. Other sounds he enjoys quite a bit so feel free to cry and moan all
you like.”
He dipped the fingers of one hand in the honey while spreading Hiccup’s legs
with the other. “It’s going to get harder to think soon. It’ll be like someone
stuffed cotton in your head and these little stings will turn into something
much more pleasant.” Slowly he circled one finger around Hiccup tight ring of
muscle, waiting patiently for the drug to take a stronger hold on the boy and
making his muscles relax before pushing into the youth. He didn’t go deep, his
job was not to arouse the boy or make him cum just to loosen him and prepare
him for what was too come. He slipped in another finger and worked the muscles,
going no more than one knuckle did even as Hiccup twisted and whined under his
touch. Once is opening was wide enough, Allister removed his finger and insert
a hose made of pig intestines and attached to a pump with the rest of the brew
now lukewarm in it. He squeezed the pump several times to injected all the
liquid into Hiccup ass and stomach not blinking or caring when the youth cried
out and tried to escape. He simply kept a hold of the boy’s bad leg until the
pump was empty and not a drop escaped the tight channel.
“Much cleaner than I thought,” the man remarked as he removed the tube.
“Perhaps you are worthy of Alvin. Now you’ll feel a lot of pressure on your
bowels and bladder for a while. I suggest you hold it in until the drug is
completely absorbed, but by them you won’t know what’s happening to you
anymore.” He patted Hiccup’s hand reassuringly. It won’t take long and you’ll
thank me in the end.
Hiccup whimpered, blinking rapidly as he tried to understand but the man’s
words made no sense. His body no longer seemed his seemed his own, his limps
flopping about whenever he tried to roll over and get off the table. He
couldn’t do anything and his mind seemed to become more and more clouded by the
moment until finally he could no longer fight it and he slumped on the table,
his eyes drifting close but sleep eluding him. He couldn’t even object when he
was lifted and transported to Alvin’s private chambers too finish being
prepared. And Hiccup would never be so happy to not understand what was
happening to him.
. . .
“Hey, so how it go?” Tuffnut asked, happily plopping down next to his sister.
He looked skyward expecting to spot Toothless or maybe the Skrill flying
overhead. No one had been at the ring and he couldn’t find the Skrill so that
could only mean Hiccup had rescued it and had already taken to the air with
Toothless. “Where are they?”
“No clue,” Ruffnut answered, her arms folded over her chest as she studied the
sky as well. “He’s never taken this long before. Maybe something happened.”
“Why would you say that? Everyone’s late now and then.”
“I thought I heard plasma blasts earlier.”
Tuffnut shrugged it off. “There are a lot of wild dragons here. Hiccup’s
probably fine, just having a little fun with Toothless in the Skrill.
Look…there’s no lightning blasts? Huh? Storm clouds but no lightning.” He bit
one side of his lower lip.
Ruffnut nodded, a worried look that mirrored his filling her face. “Something’s
wrong,” she said, voicing both their thoughts. “Something went wrong.”
“Should we go back to Berk for reinforcements?”
“No, you’re going back into town while I check search the rest of the island.
Hiccup wouldn’t have gone far. Maybe Tooth and the Skrill didn’t get along…we
should have seen something.” She looked up at the Zippleback, the two heads
looking just as concerned as their human riders. “You guys need to keep a low
profile. We’ll be back in a few hours. Tuff, back here before sunrise.”
Her twin gave a groan. “My poor legs. If Dagur doesn’t chop them off they’re
going fall off anyway and it’ll be on your head. Serious, woman, on your head!”
She rolled her eyes and headed the other way. This was going to be a long
night.
. . .
Dagur was ready to end this supposed alliance with Alvin. He had told Vorg that
as soon as they got what they wanted he and the Berserkers would steal the
Skrill and then destroy every last Outcast. He wasn’t expecting Hiccup to show
up as he did or get captured and now his brother and his Nightfury were the
only things keeping him there. Hiccup was His and no one else’s and if Alvin
thought for even a moment he wasn’t going to take what so rightfully belonged
to him, then the old man had another thing coming.
He reluctantly followed Alvin into the bowels of Outcast Island, a place where
every other Berserker was presently forbidden. His mind was a whirl, plotting
the Berserkers exit, kidding Hiccup and the Nightfury for himself and how to
harness the Skrill to do his bidding. He really liked the Skrill, they had
something together, a bond of sorts he never really planned for. Maybe he could
train the Skrill as Hiccup had the Nightfury and…
His thoughts came to a screeching halt as Alvin threw open a door built into a
crevice at the rock wall. Inside it didn’t quite match the dark greys and
silver of the outer tunnel. It was far brighter with scones along the wall lit
and expensive furniture from places in the world Dagur couldn’t even name. This
was not a traditional Viking home, underground or not. This was more Roman by
nature and even housed a deep bathing pool off to one corner. This was a small
palace of luxury that made Dagur both envious and confused. Most chiefs were
one with their men. Yes, they may be of higher rank but chiefs often bathed in
the same pool as their followers, dined with them and just about everything
else for comradery. Dagur may be the youngest chieftain in recent history but
even he knew the practical reasons for being one with your tribe. He was
deranged not stupid. But Alvin was like many chiefs Dagur knew. He was never an
heir, never born to lead a tribe. He was a soldier who had allowed greed and
status cloud his mind.
But those thoughts too became fleeing when his gaze travelled to the table in
the dining space where a familiar lanky form was spread out like some sort of
table cloth with small portions of food artistically displayed on his nude
form, his prosthetic missing and twitching and wiggling ever so slightly either
in discomfort or from the chill of the underground.
“What is this,” Dagur demanded, thoroughly confused by Hiccup’s appearance.
“Didn’t you say we were having Nyotaimori?”
Alvin chuckled brightly as he crossed the room to Hiccup’s trembling form.
“This is Nyotaimori. It’s Japanese for dining off a naked body. I thought this
might be a good way to celebrate our new enterprise. He’s my gift to you.”
Dagur was now even more confused. He stepped closer to Hiccup, inspecting the
younger boy’s quivering form and the display of food that was positioned in
such a way as to heighten each of Hiccup’s most appealing features. Berries in
honey were displayed in circled over the Hooligan heir’s nipples while sweet
meats were lower down spreading a trail from his navel to his groin and draping
down to rear on either side of his semi limp dick. Honey was dripped in
strategic places such as his nipples to the center of his chest and then making
a straight root right down to the sweet meats. Apple slices were laid over that
as well as cut slices as raw fish. Everything was served cold most likely to
preserve Hiccup’s body and ensure he wasn’t burnt.
“I don’t get it. Why are we eating off Hiccup’s body?” he asked even though he
had a very good feeling he knew that answer. His gaze traveled over the youth’s
pale freckled body. Was it him or did the freckles stand out more? His cock
twitched with interest. The way Hiccup was rubbing his legs together and
wiggling his bottom was starting to make him hard and that really wasn’t
something Dagur wanted Alvin witnessing. Ever since that fake dragon attack on
Berk all he could think about was Hiccup spread out beneath him, moaning his
name and begging forgiveness while pleading for Dagur to go harder, deeper and
filling him completely. Of course Dagur was still a young man himself, barely
twenty and still not good at hiding his emotions. Alvin read him like a book.
“Nyotaimori is best eaten from a warm body. It’s very stimulating for all
parties involved and Hiccup is in no position to object,” Alvin purred,
plucking a plumb strawberry from Hiccup’s left nipple and swirling it in the
honey around the nipple before plopping it in his mouth. “If you’re worried
this is rape don’t, he agreed to all this, didn’t you, Hiccup?”
The youth moan softly, arching his back as his the berry brushed over his
pebble hard nipple.
“I’m having a hard time believing that,” Dagur grumbled. Hiccup was one of the
most uptight people he knew, especially after that whole almost drowning snit
that had made them bunt heads. Still, the way Hiccup shifted and moaned was
making things in Dagur stir. Maybe Hiccup did agree to this. He’d do just about
anything to protect his stupid dragon and tribe. “So we just eat the food off
him, uh?”
Alvin gave an encouraging nod. “You can either remove it or eat directly off
him. Your choice.”
Okay, it wasn’t exactly as Dagur pictured his first time with Hiccup. Alvin was
certainly not involved in any of Dagur’s dreams. But Hiccup looked delicious
and even though Dagur had already ate only hours previous he felt his stomach
tighten with a mix of need and primal hunger. He kept control of himself at
first and removed slices of meat from Hiccup’s neither region as Alvin
continued eating from his chest, sometimes bending low to suckle honey off one
hard nipple. The whole time Hiccup didn’t object or try to pull away, he simply
moaned or gasped, his arms flailing and legs rubbing together as his bottom
wiggled endlessly. It was erotic, almost hypnotizing watching him. If only
Alvin wasn’t there and obstructing Dagur’s view.
When the majority of the food was gone curiosity got the best of Dagur and he
pulled Hiccup’s legs apart to see what was causing all the wiggling and
rubbing. His jaw dropped when he came face to face with an ivory white handle
gutting out of Hiccup’s red puckered hole. His breath hitched slightly as his
mind came up with endless images of just what was on the other end and how deep
it might be inside the boy.
“Like it?” Alvin asked, sitting back with a look of a cat that got the cream,
only in this case Hiccup was the cream. “I’m sure he does. How about you pull
that out a little and see what he thinks?”
Toys. Okay, Dagur knew a little about toys. Not really. His sex life was rather
limited right now. Girls didn’t interest him and neither did most men but
Hiccup, Hiccup did and Dagur had imagined using toys on him but that was
daydreaming, this was real. He slowly grasped the handle and pulled. It seemed
to be a tight fit or maybe Hiccup’s muscles clamped down to hard because
regardless of Dagur’s strength he was only able to pull it out half an inch
before he felt it be sucked back in.
“Relax, pet,” Alvin purred softly to Hiccup as he stroked the boy’s cheek. “Let
Dagur pull it out. It’ll go right back in in a moment. Be good and he’ll give
you a nice reward. That’s my boy, relax.” He glanced to Dagur pointedly. “He’ll
still be tight. Just pull it out a few inches and shove it back in a couple
times until he cums. That’ll loosen him up enough for you.”
Now Dagur was at war with himself. He wanted to fuck Hiccup. Gods did he ever
want to fuck Hiccup! And his body was screaming to drop trow and take
possession of Hiccup in the only way that would guarantee the Hooligan would be
his forever. Throwing his worries and anxieties to the wind he did as Alvin
said and pulled the dildo out of Hiccup sweet little ass, watching in a mix of
fascination and excitement as large pearly beads popped out one by one before
shoving them all back in. Hiccup gave a cry, his back arching and toes curling,
the cords in his swan like neck tightening painfully. Dagur did it again,
pulling the toy out slowly before shoving it back in again. Each time Hiccup
arched and cried out but not once did he pull away or tell him to stop. The
muscles in his belly rippled and hands fisted as his manhood hardened with
every thrust of the toy in him. The sounds he made…oh the sounds he made. It
was almost too much for Dagur. Hiccup’s length was now hard and firmly against
his flat belly.
“Touch yourself, Hiccup,” Alvin told the youth in such a husky voice there was
no doubt that he was turned on by this little display. “Show Dagur how much you
appreciate your ass being stretched.”
And surprises above all surprises Hiccup did as he was told. One small hand
reached down to stroke his length, tentatively at first, just the barest touch
of finger over harden silky flesh and then with more gusto as Dagur twisted the
toy within him. His head bent painfully back as he pushed his lower half into
each thrust until finally he let out a choked scream as his first ever
penetration orgasm hit him. Ropes of cum squirted over his hand and belly,
cumming them in milky white seed. His body shook uncontrollably for several
long seconds before he flop boneless back on the smooth table surface. He
didn’t say anything, not “wow” or even “ngh” as he lay there blinking rapidly
at the ceiling. He didn’t even look exhausted, just not quite there. His chest
heaved up and down as he drew in deep breathes.
Alvin drew his large fingers up and down Hiccup’s jaw bone, humming softly
until Hiccup was breathing normally once more. “Well done, pet, well done.”
“What did you do him?” Dagur whispered, the tightness in his groin unbearable.
The only thing holding him back was Hiccup’s strange behavior. He knew the
youth was drugged, that was a given but with what? There was no drug Dagur knew
of that would make Hiccup this compliant. Hiccup was shy, stubborn and defiant.
“Nothing much, just a little potion to sensitize him inside and out and cloud
his better judgement,” Alvin explained, smiling when Hiccup pressed his cheek
into the warmth of his hand. “I planned to do this the last time I caught him
if I couldn’t find a gentle way to break him. But I followed that fool Mildew’s
plan. This would have been so much better, wouldn’t it, Hiccup?” He ran his
thumb over the boy’s bottom lip. “We agreed to share him once we captured him
so I suggest you get on with it before I take him for myself.”
Dagur barely heard a word Alvin said. He was already removing his kilt, letting
it drop to the floor before undoing the ties to his trousers and opening his
skivvies, freeing his aching cock that was already dripping precum. He let out
a shuddered breath at finally being free. He never felt so confined before but
then there was no one that turned him on quite the way Hiccup did. He took one
pale freckled hip in one hand and his manhood in the other, lining it up with
Hiccup’s quivering opening, and then he pushed in. Even after working the toy
in Hiccup, the younger boy was still painfully tight but Dagur never really
expected anything less. He braced both hands on either side of the Hooligan and
slowly worked his way into that tight channel. “Look at me,” he told Hiccup,
rocking his hips in a fluid motions, needing to possess the younger boy,
wanting to own him yet wanting Hiccup to acknowledge just who he belonged to.
Those emerald eyes flicked to him, glazed and needy and full of something Dagur
couldn’t quite put his finger on. Maybe it was fear, Hiccup’s true emotions
revealing themselves despite the potion. Or perhaps it he held the same lust
that Dagur now felt. That possibility only made Dagur harder – if that was
possible – and he pulled Hiccup groin flush against him, filling him
completely. Hiccup’s eyes widened and gave a sharp gasp before whimpering
softly and reaching up for Dagur, one hand grasping the back of his neck, the
other fisting the strap of leather across Dagur chest. His good leg wrapped
around the Berserker’s waist, holding him close while the stump of his bad leg
rubbed Dagur’s side.
“Gods, if only you were this needy all the time,” Dagur growled deep in his
throat before nipping Hiccup’s lower lip. His pulled out and thrust in again,
slowly, wanting to get a feel for the boy beneath him. He rotated his hips,
searching for that special place that would make Hiccup whimper and cry with
need. “I can almost forgive for lying if you came to my bed like this every
night.”
“Yes…” Hiccup whispered, whether in response to Dagur’s word or the feel of a
hot hard cock moving deep inside him no one knew for sure. The fingers on the
back of Dagur’s neck moved to fist in the Berserker’s ginger hair.
Dagur chuckled softly, enjoying the tug on his hair and knotted his own fingers
in Hiccup’s hair. He yanked the smaller boy closer and did something he had
wanted to for so long. He crushed his chapped lips against Hiccup’s soft ones.
It was supposed to only last a moment, just hard enough to show Hiccup who was
boss, but it grew in passion as Hiccup returned the kiss, nipping at his lower
lip and tongue running over teeth and before Dagur knew it he was pulling
Hiccup off the table and down onto his lap as he sat back in a large chair. His
hand was still knotted in Hiccup’s hair but the Hooligan had gone from
momentarily fierce and passionate to gentle, his small hands cupping Dagur’s
face as he returned the lips.
“The potion also allows him to release his primal urges that he keeps bottled
up,” Alvin explained from somewhere Hiccup. “Everyone has them and puberty is
when they’re the most prominent. All he needed was a little something to help
let it out and he’ll be fucking like a rabbit in heat.”
Alvin wasn’t exactly lying either. Hiccup was grinding against Dagur, his
bottom rocking as he tried to find some sort of relief. Dagur didn’t have to do
anything. Hiccup did all the work, rocking and bouncing, his back arching. He
looked possessed and he made the most delightful sounds.
“Please…please…” he whimpered to Dagur, although neither was quite sure what he
was pleading for.
Dagur took his hips once more and took control of his movements, coordinating
them with his own for the deepest possible penetration. “Fuck yeah,” the
Berserker breathed as he thrust upward to meet Hiccup as he came down. He could
feel Hiccup’s channel tighten and ripple all around him as if hugging him.
“Gods, Hiccup, we should have been doing this on Dragon Island instead of
chasing your Nightfury. Better yet, we should have done this in front of it. I
would have spared it if you bent over and showed me your ass.”
“He…” Hiccup whispered, his voice hoarse and not his own. “Toothless is a he.”
Dagur didn’t really care but chuckled nonetheless. “Yes, he.” He gave one last
thrust before crying out and filling Hiccup with his seed. Surprisingly they
were both still semi hard, Dagur just needed to catch his breath.
Alvin tutted disapprovingly. “Here I thought youth would have more stamina,” he
droned, one large hand running down Hiccup’s sweaty spine.
“We’re far from done,” Dagur growled warningly. “Don’t touch him.”
“Sharing, Dagur. Remember our deal. We take turns or we fuck him together, your
choice.”
Dagur didn’t like either choice. When he made the deal he never thought Hiccup
would come wandering onto Outcast Island to steal his Skrill. If he had he
would have made some other deal with Alvin to assure Hiccup was his. Before
Dagur could decide Hiccup was pluck off his lap, legs spread wide open and
taken from behind with a cry.
“I know your young, Dagur, but this is how you fuck a dragon conqueror,” Alvin
taunted as he shoved his thick, huge length into Hiccup, making a show of it.
He held Hiccup’s legs wide open and high, giving Dagur a full view, the sound
of slapping flesh and squishing bodily fluids filling the room mixed with
Hiccup’s groans and whimpers.
Rage gave way to fascination as Dagur watched. He had been ready to kill Alvin
to get Hiccup back but now…now he couldn’t do anything but watch. Alvin was
huge, easily hung like a horse and he pounded into Hiccup without remorse.
Hiccup’s arms were flailing as he tried to find purchase, his hands settling
for grasping Alvin’s hands and keeping his legs as wide open as possible.
“That’s right, Hiccup. Such a good boy. You can take all of me in, can’t you?
You like this, don’t you?”
Hiccup whimpered, his eyes squeezing shut.
“Answer me, pet. Our little virgin likes big fat cocks, doesn’t he?”
“Y…yes.”
“You want one in your mouth, too, don’t you?” He reached between Hiccup’s legs,
nearly bending the boy in two to stroke his throat. “You want it all the way
down your throat, right here, don’t you?”
“Please…” Hiccup whimpered and again Dagur was unsure if Hiccup was asking for
it or something else. His bright emerald eyes met Dagur’s and they were so full
of emotion, so needy and shimmering with a layer of tears that Dagur was
instantly hard again.
The Berserker stood, his gaze never leaving Hiccup’s, cock gutting out with
renewed interest. “You want my cock down your throat, hey Hiccup?”
The younger boy didn’t answer but he didn’t have to. Any answer he might have
given was taken from him as Alvin lowered his good leg, the bad maneuvered into
an awkward position while his upper half was pushed down until he was bent over
and head at Dagur’s cock’s level. Alvin held only Hiccup bad leg and the wrist
of his right arm to keep control of him.
“I want you to look at Dagur the whole time, pet. Swallow his cock and suck
deep. You want his seed filling every inch of you,” Alvin instructed, moving
slowly from behind.
Filling Hiccup’s ass had been amazing but nothing could beat the sight of
seeing him open his mouth and taking Dagur’s length in his mouth, his beautiful
gaze never leaving the Berserker’s as his lips slowly slipped up velvety flesh
then bobbing back then forth before opening his jaw as wide as he could and
swallowing Dagur length deep into his throat. For a first timer he did it like
a pro but then the potion had taken away his inhibitions allowing him to do
things he normally never would willing.
Dagur’s head feel back at the sheer pleasure that came with that hot little
mouth wrapped around his meat. Oh gods, this felt so good, better than he ever
imagined when he fantasied about screwing the boy, of course Alvin was never in
those dreams. He looked back down at Hiccup, their eyes meeting once more and
he was unable to look away again. This here made up for all the lies and
humiliation Dagur suffered from Hiccup’s lies about training dragons. This made
all the feelings Dagur had hidden for the younger youth surface completely. He
rocked his hips in time with Alvin’s thrusts. It was like having Hiccup on a
spit and Alvin’s and Dagur’s cocks were one, pushing and pulling Hiccup in one
direction or the other until the heir had to pull away from Dagur to catch his
breath.
“Fuck him with me,” Alvin purred, his voice silky smooth as he pulled Hiccup
back up against him.
The Berserker chief was too enthralled now to say no. Alvin leaned against the
stone table, lowering himself enough so that Dagur could push into Hiccup as
well. Their movements were coordinated. Dagur bucked rutted into Hiccup in
desperation while Alvin was more precise, knowing exactly where to aim to make
Hiccup squirm in pleasure or pain. Hiccup was so tight that if it weren’t for
the potion keeping him relaxed and loose his inners were have been badly torn.
Of course his muscles were going to be torn but not nearly as bad as if he had
been fighting them. And although Alvin would have like more of Hiccup’s
attention focused on him seeing the two boys kissing so heatedly was a turn on.
Dagur came long before Alvin, youth unable to compete with experience. Once the
Berserker pulled out Alvin finished Hiccup against the table, filling Stoick
heir with his cum not once, nor twice, but three times before making Hiccup
clean him with his mouth as he had Dagur. Hiccup had cum at least four times by
hand and penetration and was a sticky mess of honey and cum but he never looked
better. His sweat soaked hair clumped against his head and his breathing was
heavy but he said nothing and was ready for more should they give it to him.
The potion would last for many hours to come. Maybe even days given his size
and Alvin had many plans for that time span. It was Dagur that worried him. The
way Dagur looked at Hiccup only confirmed Alvin’s suspicions. Dagur didn’t hate
Hiccup. He was in love with the boy, obsessed with him even and that could
prove a problem if he didn’t find a way to keep Dagur under his control.
“Let him rest,” Alvin suggested as he tied the laces of his trousers. “Once
he’s regained his strength I’ll give you two some alone time. He’ll need
another dose before I have him training my dragons. And if he refuses he’ll
still make a pleasant play thing, no?”
“Uh?” Dagur asked before looking away from Hiccup. “Ah…yeah, I guess.”
“Maybe I’ll have him train that Skrill for you,” Alvin pondered as he waited
for Dagur to straighten his clothing.
“Yeah…maybe…” Dagur agreed but he had a hard time looking away from Hiccup who
lay on his side staring at him with those bright green eyes that felt so
mysterious yet held so much unspoken emotion and a strange feeling filled Dagur
that maybe…maybe he had just done something very wrong but he couldn’t quite
put his finger on it. Instead he ran a hand over the youth’s side and pressed
his lips to Hiccup’s temple. “I’ll come for you soon,” he promised in a low
whisper before following Alvin out of the room and leaving Hiccup to recover on
his own.
Not for long, Dagur told himself. He was not leaving Hiccup in Alvin’s not so
tender care. He knew his feelings for Hiccup now and what transpired in Alvin’s
chambers will not happen again.
. . .
Finding Hiccup was next to impossible. Tuffnut was getting pretty fed up after
two hours of touring the surprisingly small village. There were only a few
huts, the forge and some warehouses, all of which he’d seen before. There was
the prison built into the side of a mountain and the Great Hall in yet another
large mountain then a bunch of caves that were being guarded for no apparent
reason other than they led to housing and Berserkers were not welcome there.
Well he wasn’t really a Berserker and even though the Outcasts sent him glares
when he first sauntered up to them but a little fast talking and well placed
jokes had them eating out of his hands and them mistaking him as one of their
own which led to a grand tour of the underground village. And man was he happy
for that and not so much at the same time.
Underground tunnels echoed. There was very little anyone could do to soundproof
or insulate any chamber although many had tried over the years. A cry that
sounded horribly familiar echoed through the halls but it was impossible to
tell which direction it came from. It sounded as if it came from everywhere. It
was followed by grunts and thumping and sounds that Tuffnut really didn’t want
to hear, not if that cry belonged to who he thought it did.
“Sounds like they’re really going at him,” one of the Outcasts said breezily as
if this was nothing new.
“Nah, Al’s being gentle otherwise we’d hear a lot more screaming,” the other
answered with a secretive grin. “I can’t believe he’s actually sharing the kid
with that Berserker trash. Gods, I’ll be so happy once we’re rid of them.”
“What do you mean?” Tuffnut asked, straining his ears to try and figure out
where the cries and grunts were coming from.
The first Outcast chuckled before lowering his voice to a near whisper. “Once
we defeat the Berkians we’re killing the Dagur and taking over the Berserkers.
Can you imagine the power the Outcasts will have with the enter Berserker
empire behind us? The Outcasts will be unstoppable!”
Tuffnut’s eyes widened. He had overheard this before but never really took it
seriously until now because that cry…that cry was Hiccup and only someone truly
sick and twisted would do that to his friend. He needed to find Hiccup and get
him off Outcast Island but if Hiccup was caught that meant Toothless was most
likely caught and he would need Ruffnut’s help. There was no way he could take
Alvin and Dagur on himself, and who knew how many guards in between him and
them. But before that he needed to know exactly where Hiccup was and for that
he had to continue this tour and listen carefully to each door they passed.
With luck he could save Hiccup before he was brutalized to the point of no
return. Berk couldn’t afford to lose their future chief and Tuffnut couldn’t
risk losing a friend he had come to cherished like a brother.
It wasn’t long before he discovered where Hiccup was hidden. Two guards were
guarding a heavy wooden door and gave the men guiding Tuffnut around lude grins
as the sounds got louder.
“He’s really giving it to the kid, ain’t he?” one guard remarked to the taller
of Tuffnut’s two guides.
“Sure sounds like it,” Angus commented, returning the grin.
The other guard chuckled softly. “From what I’ve heard the kid’s getting it
from both ends. There’s a lot of grunting but the kid gets real quiet. Probably
likes sucking cock.”
Tuffnut tried to keep his face neutral and not picture his friend being fucked
by the Outcast and Berserker chiefs but it was kind of hard with the picture
these men painted and the sound of thumping and grunts coming from the other
side of the door. He tried becoming invisible and deaf and just stared at the
door, memorizing the colour and markings since there was obviously no bright
neon sign saying “Alvin’s Place, come get your ass fucked here”.
That was a horrible thought.
“Ah…so are you going to show me the dragon cages or not,” he asked after a
minute or two in which time the cries and gasps had returned mixed with pleas
and words that were in Hiccup’s voice but not things the heir would normally
ever say let alone want happen to him – at least Tuffnut was positive Hiccup
wasn’t into the stuff his words suggested.
The men looked down at him in surprise as if they had all forgotten he was
there and it may have been better if Tuffnut had kept his mouth shut.
“Who’s the kid?” the first guard asked, eying him suspiciously.
“He’s not one of ours,” the other noted, reaching for his weapon. “Isn’t he a
Berserker? Berserkers don’t belong here unless invited.” He raised a brow at
the other two Outcasts, one side of his mouth curling ever so slightly in
silent suggestion. All the noise coming from the room had stirred their
arousal.
Tuffnut puffed out his chest, cocked one hip and did his best Outcast
impression. “I’m Buffnut, Buffnut the Outcast. What, you think Hroar is the
only Outcast teen around here? Geez, if you want I can barge in there right now
and tell Al you’re oogling me just because he has a nice tender piece of ass to
rut into.”
That shut them all up and their faces turned ashen at the very thought of the
teen bringing up such a matter to Alvin. The Outcast chief was very protective
of the few teens that live amongst the Outcast and this kid didn’t look
frightened of them at all. He held his head high, chin jutted out and a
challenge in his eyes for the first person who dared to lay a hand on him.
“The dragon cells are this way,” Angus said hurriedly, gesturing further down
the corridor.
Tuffnut gave a curt nod. “That’s what I thought. And I better not find out you
two even laid a hand on that Berkian in there or I’ll make sure Alvin guts you
from stem to stern and have you dangling from a spit up the ass still alive,”
he warned the other two as if he were their superior officer. Then he turned on
his heel and follower Angus and his partner, one ear still listening to the
horrid sounds coming from Alvin’s chambers while trying to keep track of every
step he took and every twist and bend. He had to remember everything if he was
going to free Toothless and save Hiccup.
. . .
There wasn’t much thought put to it, no real reasoning. Dagur simply made the
decision the moment he held Hiccup in his arms and felt his warmth all around
him and saw those usually bright beautiful eyes glazed over. He wasn’t leaving
Hiccup to become Alvin’s little sex toy. Oh the sex was great, don’t get him
wrong. It was magnificent, but without Hiccup being there mentally and
emotionally it was nothing, like shagging some still warm dead body. It just
wasn’t his Hiccup. Yes, he moved and kissed and even sucked him off but it
still wasn’t quite right. Something was missing. HIS Hiccup was missing, the
one that put up such a fight for his Nightfury, who struggled beneath him with
only his ornate shield and clothing between him. Now that had made Dagur hard.
The defiance, the courage, the beginnings of a warrior spirit that tugged at
Dagur’s own. That was HIS Hiccup. Yes he was small and weak and had some
foolish desire to befriend dragons but maybe that was what made Hiccup tick. A
few years ago Hiccup may have been just as docile as the one he just fucked but
not HIS Hiccup, not HIS brother. Alvin had made a mockery out of him so now it
was Dagur’s job to save Hiccup and bring back that fire.
Alvin was luck some annoying uncle Dagur would rather never talk to. Now that
they had “bonded” over Hiccup’s sweet, quivering little body he felt it only
right to seal their deal by Dagur staying on Outcast Island where they could
share Hiccup whenever they wanted, making it absolutely clear that Hiccup was
never going to leave the island. He wanted Dagur’s armada to destroy Berk and
capture Stoick so he could see just how much he had failed in protecting his
own son and make some grand display of how Hiccup now belonged to him – them
(Alvin had to keep correcting himself when he got excited over his plans and
Dagur would glare at him). Most likely he wanted to fuck Hiccup in front of
Stoick while the Hooligan chief was bond and unable to do anything to save his
only child. Okay, so such a plan was a good way to ensure Stoick broke but if
it backfired it also ensured the death and destruction on not one tribe but
two. Dagur had never actually faced off against Stoick the Vast but he had
heard enough stories as a child to be weary of the man not want to face him in
a blood rage which Alvin’s plan would no doubt induce.
Nope, Alvin needed to make other arrangements. Hiccup was Dagur’s.
Of course it was never wise to simply announce your plans to your so-called
ally. Dagur wandered off on his own, claiming he needed to stretch his legs and
get some fresh air before enjoying Hiccup once more, and went in search of
Captain Vorg and Harold. Alvin had already sent Hiccup’s prosthetic to Stoick
with a ransom demand and if the Hooligan chief decided to come with an army of
dragons then it would be wise to have all the Berserkers off the island and
heading toward their homeland before the battle began. They were not going to
defend Outcast Island as Alvin had hoped. He instructed Vorg to take the
majority of their ships and men and leave while Harold took three ships and
moved to a more secluded section of the island, not far from the village but
out of sight of the watch towers. He also ordered the tribe medicine man to be
on hand in case Hiccup was injured in transport. Without his prosthetic Hiccup
would not be able to walk on his own and if Dagur had to fight their way
out…well people have been known to get hurt in battle.
It took a little time to get organized and everyone into place, time Dagur
didn’t really have patience for. So he tried keeping himself busy and search
for Hiccup’s missing articles of clothing. The cook had been the one to prepare
Hiccup so it would only stand to reason that the old man had left the clothing
in the kitchen and of course that was where he found them. The pale green tunic
looked so big and baggy on Hiccup but when Dagur held it up it looked awfully
small. Hiccup was so small…how did he fit two cocks in him at once. It simply
wasn’t possible and yet Dagur knew firsthand the heir could and did fit two
full grown cocks deep inside him. It had been tight but it had been done with
explosive results for all involved.
Shoving that thought as far back in his mind as possible, Dagur gathered the
clothes and shoved them in the satchel Hiccup had been carrying when he was
caught and began searching for that secret passage Alvin had spoken of. He felt
around the walls until he came to the hearth. There a panel slid open to a dark
tunnel. “Well that was easy enough,” he muttered to himself. Tunnels hidden
behind a hearth? As if that wasn’t cliché. He grabbed a torch from one of the
hanging scones and proceeded into the endlessly winding tunnels that led to
barely seen openings to the seaside under a watch tower with guards on the
outside. The rooms they led to were mostly empty. One seemed more like a prison
cell than a room although it seemed nicer than any prison Dagur had ever seen.
Maybe for a political prisoner or unexpected guest that Alvin might try
sneaking up on. It sent a shiver down Dagur’s spine as well as a jolt of
excitement. This would no doubt end up as Hiccup’s room if Alvin kept him. A
room the old coot could sneak into and have his way with the Hooligan boy
whenever he chose to. It made Dagur wonder if he should create such a room…just
in case he wanted to surprise Hiccup with a late night bang.
Okay, thoughts on mission. Get Hiccup and go. Fuck him later…maybe…when he’s
back to himself.
. . .
Okay, Tuffnut was almost sure he was lost now. They had passed many underground
homes, common areas and such on his way to the dragon cells which were
apparently only accessible either the dragon ring or by a tunnel too small for
most of the dragons to fit and barely big enough for one full grown Viking.
Here the dragons were in sad condition even compared to how the dragons were
once treated on Berk. It was appalling and sent chills down Tuffnut’s spine.
Once, not so long ago, he would have laughed at dragons like this thinking they
were nothing but dumb animals ready for slaughter but now, now he wanted to cry
for them. It was hard keeping up his disguise here. His hands balled into fists
and his chin jutted out at each word he fought not to say out loud. Instead he
folded his arms behind his back and walked along the cages, peering in at every
sad dragon and wondering how he could help them without being caught as well.
Oddly enough no one seemed to be guarding the creatures. It was as if they were
forgotten and not cared for at all which seemed incredibly stupid of people who
wanted to train dragons and create an army of them. How do you create an army
if you don’t form a bond with each one?
His heart sank further when he spotted Toothless, bond and muzzled in the
second last cage. “Oh man,” he whispered to himself. Toothless, like most
dragons, didn’t like being confined or held in a cage but with his wings bond
to his sides and thick leather around his muzzle allowing him only enough space
to breath, it must have been a complete nightmare for the poor dragon. “So
uh…if you want to let one out who you do that?” he asked carelessly when he
looked away from Toothless.
“Each door has a key,” one Outcast answered, not seeming to care about
Tuffnut’s interest in Toothless.
“Yeah, okay…” Tuffnut looked around. These cages were built differently than
Berk’s and did seem to require a key rather than a simply bolt but…they were
also equip with an emergency latch to release the dragons all at once just like
back home. He looked around some more and sure enough up on a ledge with an
opening overlooking the cages there was a throw switch. “You know I really like
you guys. You’ve been incredibly helpful so I’ll give you a little heads up.
RUN!” He snatched the bolas from Angus’s belt and threw one end at the switch,
latching around it securely and then throwing his whole weight back to pull it
down.
It took only half a second for the men to realize what was going on and another
two start running for their lives as the cage doors flew open and the caged
dragons to escape. There was a stampede and screams and roars. Tuffnut smartly
kept himself pressed against the wall throughout it all as the dragons made a
break toward freedom.
“Well if that’s not a good distraction I don’t know what is,” Tuffnut chirped
as he dusted off his hands and strolled toward Toothless’s cage. “Now, what are
you doing lying around, lazy?” He teased Toothless as he began cutting the
ropes binding the dragon then pulled off the muzzle. “Aren’t you supposed to be
protecting Hiccup? What kind of protector are you?”
Toothless grumbled and shook out his wings. If he were human he’d be telling
Tuffnut exactly what he thought of him and his lame jokes and Tuffnut knew it.
“Yeah, okay, be grumpy later. We need to find Hiccup. Alvin’s doing something
real bad to him and if we don’t get him out of here now it’ll only get worse,”
Tuffnut told him, becoming frighteningly serious for the usual prankster. He
led Toothless to the small opening he had come through with the Outcasts,
hoping that the Nightfury was small enough to squeeze through. Loki must have
been with him because Toothless just barely fit with his head turned sideways.
“Come on. It won’t take Alvin long to figure out something’s up and move Hiccup
somewhere more secure,” he urged Toothless as he ran as fast as he could back
through the tunnels towards Alvin’s chambers. If only he had some way of
marking his trail he would know exactly where he was going.
Thankfully, Toothless could smell Hiccup all the way to the cells and even
though he had never been in this section of the Outcast village, knew exactly
where he was going by scent alone. He ducked his head between Tuffnut’s head
and threw him onto his back before running at full speed, making Tuffnut hold
on for dear life. Any Outcast that dared get in their way was bowled over,
Toothless didn’t even pause to give them a welcoming plasma blast. In only a
matter of minutes they were outside Alvin’s personal chambers with the two
guards knocked unconscious, although Tuffnut was pretty sure they deserved
worse for the way they had been talking about Hiccup and eying him, but he’d
leave that to Alvin when he punished them for letting Hiccup and Toothless
escape.
Toothless blasted the heavy wood door open, ready to take on Alvin the
Treacherous himself only to discover the room empty of all living life except
Hiccup. The boy lay on a cold stone table, shivering in cold and shock, and
curled up to preserve heat. All this was down subconsciously as he stared at
the newcomers with glazed eyes and streaks of tears down his cheeks. He didn’t
seem to notice anything but Toothless whom he opened his arms for and gave a
hoarse cry.
“Toothless!”
The Nightfury immediately bounded up to his boy and lapped at his face as the
youth buried his face into the dragon’s warm neck and began to sob.
“What, I get no love even though I freed him and found you?” Tuffnut chastised
teasingly, hoping to lighten the mood but given Hiccup’s condition it was
unlikely he could even get a smile out of him so Tuffnut left Hiccup in
Toothless’s capable paws to search for his clothes. He couldn’t exactly bring
Hiccup out in nothing but his birthday suit. Not only would the Outcasts and
Berserkers being eying him but Ruffnut might have an actually heart attack.
Okay, so there was an upside to that but it would be plan be if he couldn’t
find at least a warm fur to wrap around Hiccup which there were plenty of so
yeah, Ruffnut would have to do without. Oh well.
He was just wrapping the fur around Hiccup’s trembling shoulders when the creak
of door opening made him freeze in fear and glance toward the blown in one, the
only door that he had spotted when they entered but it was on the ground and
could no longer squeak so what…
“What do you think you’re doing?” a familiar voice growled, startling both
Tuffnut and Hiccup and putting Toothless in full defensive position, his mouth
beginning to glow with another plasma blast.
“Dag…Dagur!” Tuffnut said as he quickly scratched his brain for a plausible
explanation why he – Buffnut the Berserker – was alone with a naked Hiccup and
very angry Toothless. “Ah…there you are! Did you hear the alarms? I thought
you’d want these two aboard on your ship asap like. You know, cause the
Hooligans are attacking?”
Dagur’s face pinched in confusion then surprise as there really were alarms
going off and the screams of “dragons attacking” in the background. Then he
gave a curt nod and threw Tuffnut Hiccup’s satchel. “Fine, get him dressed and
we’ll take him and his dragon out the back way.” He studied Toothless for a
moment. It was going to be a tight fit for the dragon but they could make it
out without Alvin or anyone noticing if they were fast enough. He helped
Tuffnut dress Hiccup before throwing the small youth over one shoulder and
leading the way up to the opening under the watch tower he had found.
It was a little surreal for Tuffnut. He had always been a big fan of Dagur’s
but the Berserker had barely ever spared him or his sister a look. Now Dagur
was calling him friend and even smiling at him, letting him help rescue
Hiccup…wait, wasn’t he supposed to be saving Hiccup from both Alvin AND Dagur?
It didn’t seem to matter. Dagur would hand Hiccup over to Tuffnut whenever they
engaged Outcasts so he could fight them without causing more injury to Hiccup
who could not walk let alone defend himself without his fake left foot. It sort
of became an odd game of pass around. Toothless kept trying to take Hiccup but
would get sidetracked and have to blast away Outcasts whenever they got too
close to Hiccup regardless if it was Tuffnut or Dagur holding him. It really
was a bizarre rescue all the way to the water front and Dagur’s flag ship.
Once safe on the ship and sailing away from Outcast Island Tuffnut finally
remembered his twin was still there and surprised all the Berserkers by making
a Zippleback call.
Dugur’s brows bunched in confusion, the scene reminding him of when Hiccup had
betrayed him by doing the very same for the Nightfury who presently lay in the
back of the ship curled around Hiccup’s trembling form. His hand went to the
small of his, fingers curling around the hilt of his battle axe, ready to kill
Buffnut for his betrayal but the blonde did yet another thing completely
surprising.
“Uh…yeah, about that,” Tuffnut began, indicating the dragon call he just made.
“My twin is still on the island with our dragon…yeah, we own a dragon and
well…ah…don’t take my legs ‘cause I am trying to help and you are kind of cool
in that scary deranged way which is AWESOME by the way, and I really think
you’re going like this plan over whatever you and Alvin had going.”
“Stop babbling,” Dagur said slowly and menacingly. “I hate babbling.”
“Geez, you hate a lot of things. You need to get your own dragon and fly…wait,
did anyone free the Skrill?”
A large Viking who resembled an older version of Dagur gestured toward the main
sail where a long tail and large wings could barely be seen flapping on the
other side. “Got him sedated and harnessed just before you lot made your grand
entrance,” the Viking said with a smirk.
“Cool!” Tuffnut cheered before turning back to Dagur. “We really need to get
you a proper saddle though ‘cause I can’t see that being practical.” He
gestured to the ropes dangling from the Skrill.
Dagur’s eyes narrowed as he drew his axe. “Who are you? Really? A spy?”
Tuffnut made a pained face as if just realizing the series of mistakes he just
made. “Ah…well, sort of?” He squared his shoulders, took a deep breath and
stuck his hand out to Dagur despite the axe pointed at his head. “My name’s
Tuffnut. I’m a friend of Hiccup’s and yeah, he sent me to see what you and
Alvin were up to. We’re planning on saving the Skrill and maybe training it but
then Hic got caught and all this happened and I really do think you’re cool and
if this didn’t happen I thought maybe we could hang out or something. I really
do like singing and making up songs which you seem to like so if you’re going
to chop off my legs can you chop off my sister’s too just so we remain twins
and she doesn’t tease me with names like shorty.”
“Stop. Babbling,” Dagur said slowly, his fingers twitching over his axe
handling with the need to slice into something.
Tuffnut glopped and fell silent.
“Hey, no one picks on him except me,” a feminine voice yelled as a large green
Zippleback landed on the stern of the long boat.
“See, can’t take my legs without taking hers,” Tuffnut reintegrated.
Dagur growled lowly as his men raised their crossbows at the two headed dragon
and girl. “No one is taking anyone’s legs or shooting anyone,” he said firmly
as he rubbed his temples with one hand.
“Oh yeah,” Ruffnut asked, ice in her voice. “’Cause I’m pretty sure Stoick’ll
like to know whatcha doing with his kid and dragon? Looks like he’s already
asking Alvin in a polite dragon friendly manner.” She pointed to Outcast Island
now several miles behind them where there was undeniable smoke and sounds of
concussion blasts and sonic screams. Stoick and the other riders had arrived
not long after the Berserker ships set sail.
Dagur had hoped Stoick would attack by sea not air in order to give him time to
come up with a good excuse for having Hiccup or maybe gather his forces and
take out both Berk and the Outcasts. He hadn’t really had much time to
formulate a good plan. But as he looked down at Hiccup’s trembling form being
cradled by a dragon no less he began to wonder just how powerful the Berserkers
would be with dragons of their own. The Nightfury seemed to care for the boy in
a way Dagur couldn’t quite understand and it was almost amusing the way it
groomed Hiccup as if he were a small hatchling.
“Turn us about!” Dagur ordered.
“What are you doing?” Tuffnut asked, clearly perplex by the sudden change in
course.
“Moving with the times,” Dagur muttered more to himself than either twin. “If
Hiccup can train dragons so can I.” But he might need a little help and to
guarantee he needed a tribe already accustomed to dragon training and maybe,
just maybe reconcile with what he had done to Hiccup. Not that he had done
anything wrong to Hiccup just not the way he wanted to do things. Hiccup was
his and always will be but it will be on his terms not Alvin’s or anyone
else’s.
The twins just looked at each other in confusion but they stayed on the ship
with Hiccup and Toothless not trusting Dagur or his Berserkers with either’s
wellbeing. Ruffnut had no clue what had transpired between Hiccup and Alvin and
Dagur, and Tuffnut was happy to keep it that way. He checked Hiccup over when
Toothless finally allowed him and kept the Nightfury from lashing out at Dagur
when the young chief tried to get near his rider. That morning seemed to drag
on forever as they waited for the battle to end before calling out for the
other riders and their chief.
Stoick was not amused when he landed on Dagur’s ship with a dozen Berserkers
aiming their weapons at him even after Dagur ordered all weapons down but the
Hooligan chief could care less at that moment. His gaze was for only one, the
boy lying in the ebony dragon’s arms. “How is he, Toothless?” he asked the
Nightfury, acknowledging no one else.
The Nightfury made a pitiful sound and nudged Hiccup’s cheek as Stoick knelt
down to check on his boy.
“Alvin drugged him,” Dagur said matter-of-factly as he stood back, his axe
still held tightly in one hand. He wasn’t going to take the blame for Alvin
drugging Hiccup even if he did enjoy the pleasures of the young heir’s body.
Stoick growled deep in his throat and murder in his eyes. “Funny, he said you
did it.” His own axe was in one hand and he looked ready to kill Dagur where he
stood.
“Would I have helped one of your riders save him and then offer the protection
of my armada had I drugged him?” Dagur shot back, trying his best to keep his
rage in check.
Stoick gave a snort, sounding very much like an angry dragon. He ran his thick
callused fingers down Hiccup’s cheek trying to stir him. “Son,” he said
soothingly when bright green eyes finally blinked open.
Toothless gave another lick over the Hiccup’s face, like a papa dragon cleaning
his young and making Hiccup’s hair stand on end.
“Tooth…” Hiccup groaned, trying to push the muzzle away so he could see what
was going on. He didn’t remember much, which was good for Dagur and the young
chieftain finally relaxed as the younger boy told his story. He remembered
being captured and drugged. He remembered feeling hot and dizzy and passing
out. Everything else was in flashes, Alvin and Dagur and doing what he was told
although he couldn’t really remember what he was told. He remembered pain and a
strange rush of excitement but that was it. Dagur felt both relieved and
disappointed until Hiccup looked at him with the strangest look ever displayed
on his face.
“You said you’d come for me and you did,” Hiccup told Dagur in surprise. “You
saved me?”
“Well him and-” Tuffnut began only to be elbowed by his sister and given a
“shut-up” look. He glared at her in confusion until Hiccup timidly stuck out
his hand to Dagur.
“Thank you,” Hiccup said rather awkwardly when Dagur took his hand. “For saving
me. I don’t remember much of what happened but I know Alvin’s intentions
weren’t good and…well…after the whole thing with the dragons was revealed I
thought…”
Dagur gave a curt nod and squeezed his hand, enjoying the feel of the small
appendage in his large one. “Yeah, well you know my feelings about liars.” He
gave Tuffnut a pointed look. “But I kind of get why your dad had you do it. You
can make it up to me by helping me train my dragon.”
Hiccup rubbed his upper arm once his hand was free and looked up at his father
who shook his head “no”. But Hiccup was as stubborn as his father and shrugged.
“You’ll need a saddle.”
“Told you,” Tuffnut said with a happy grin.
“Hiccup,” Stoick warned.
“And we’ll need a new dragon based peace treaty to ensure you don’t use them
for some dragon army like Alvin had planned,” Hiccup forged on, ignoring his
father.
Dagur nodded. “I’ll sign any treaty you want as long as you train me
personally.”
Stoick rolled his eyes. This treaty was being worked out without his consent
but it seemed both boys covered the ground rules rather exquisitely and by the
time they had things worked out Stoick was more than happy to sign. If only he
knew what Dagur meant by Hiccup training him personally meant.
It meant long hours away from Berk, sometimes for days. The potion Hiccup had
forced been forced to drink lasted a very long time and just a whispered
suggestion in his ear had his body heating up and insides knotting with need.
Dagur didn’t realize this at first since his objective had been to seduce
Hiccup but it didn’t stop him from using it to his full advantage. Their
sessions would start off innocently enough with Hiccup giving instruction and
showing Dagur how to fly, which was surprisingly easy since Dagur had already
formed a bond with the Skrill in little time it was on Outcast Island. But when
they put it in its pen or realized it Dagur would always touch Hiccup.
Sometimes it was just a little touch to the arm or shoulder, sometimes a one
arm hug but Hiccup would always tense and turn a little rosy in the cheeks. It
was incredibly cute and Dagur simply couldn’t resist the idea of making Hiccup
his once and for all.
Their first time – Dagur didn’t classify what happened with Alvin as their
first time – was in the new dragon stable hastily built to keep the Skrill out
of any storm that might produce lightning. The Skrill off flying or tormenting
Toothless, neither boy was sure which, when Dagur came up behind Hiccup and
took his narrow hips in either hand, his hard clothed length pressing into the
smaller boy’s bottom. “You have no idea how much I want you,” he purred into
Hiccup’s ear, expecting a surprised eep and Hiccup pushing him away like he did
when they were younger and Dagur would whisper such naughty things in his ear
just to scare him.
Instead Hiccup gave a shuddered breath. “Yeah?” he asked, his voice sounding a
little off.
“Yeah,” Dagur confirmed, one hand sliding down Hiccup’s outer thigh then back
up on the inside. “I’m going to bend you over and screw this pretty little ass
and you’re not going to tell a soul because you want it, don’t you? You want
all this shoved all the way in you.”
“Yes,” Hiccup agreed, his breath coming out in little gasps, his body heating
up and manhood hardening at the words and hardness pressing against his rear.
He couldn’t object, couldn’t refuse Dagur. His mind seemed to cloud over and
the deep primal urges of his body took over. It didn’t take much work to loosen
his body. Dagur gently bent him over a small bale of scratchy stray, clothes
still on and pants pull to his knees. Thick slick fingers worked his anal
channel until they were three thick and all the way to the last knuckle inside
then they were replaced by a hard pulsing cock. Hiccup never cried out in pain,
he felt none after all, the potion made him want this as much as Dagur if not
more. He made lude sounds as he pressed back, trying to take Dagur as deep
inside him as possible. He kissed and suckled Dagur’s lips, chest and cock,
doing everything asked of him and when it was over it was like waking from a
dream and the memory quickly faded.
At first Dagur wasn’t happy about this. After all when you take a lover it’s
supposed to be a mutual thing and at first he thought it was until the night
Hiccup woke up confused in his bed and tried to flee. It took only a few
minutes to figure out what was wrong and a lot of trial and error to keep
Hiccup calm. That night Dagur pretty much had to fuck the Hooligan heir all
night long to keep the drug in check and keep Hiccup from hurting himself.
There were no more overnight stays until the potion finally ran its course and
Dagur could prove himself to Hiccup as a lover and not someone trying to take
advantage of him – of course being able to screw Hiccup anywhere at any time
had its perks, behind a tapestry while Stoick was giving a political speak
about joining their tribe had been fun and well worth the orgasm that came so
hard it nearly revealed them joined together to both tribes, loads of fun but
not the way to prove yourself to your lover’s father and chief.
They had many ups and downs but somehow after the potion finally wore off,
Dagur made it work. He pledged himself to Hiccup as not only an ally, but
friend, rider, defender and lover. He found that missing part of himself in
Hiccup. That anxiety and nervous energy that always filled him calmed and he
was able to think more clearly. Hiccup was good for him and he liked to think
he was good for Hiccup. Hiccup taught him the thrills of being a dragon rider
and bonding with a dragon while Dagur taught Hiccup to fight and defend himself
so no one would ever take advantage of him again. It didn’t stop the flashes of
memory Hiccup had of the night he was forced to service Alvin and Dagur but
Dagur was there to comfort him and try to ease the memories that would
sometimes surface. Their relationship wasn’t a perfect one, far from it. They
argued a lot, especially over Toothless and Deathstrike – yes, Dagur had name
his Skrill Deathstrike but often just called her Baby in private. They fought
over politics and how to deal with rival tribes. It wasn’t an easy alliance,
they rarely saw eye to eye, but when it came to sex it was wild and passionate
and Hiccup was in every way a dragon at heart, a wild child not afraid to take
charge or the lead even if he was the less experienced of the two, and once
Dagur understood that every objection he had to Berk having dragons faded and
peace finally came to both their tribes.
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