"This isn't fair!" Hiccup screeched. His father ran a hand down his face and sighed heavily.

"Hiccup. We can't argue with tradition." He repeated.

"So what, I just happen to be smaller so I get to be.. this?!"

"I can make a few adjustments because you are my son Hiccup, but you know I can't try to change things. The villagers would have my head." Stoick said, sounding exasperated. Hiccup stared at him for a long moment before sighing and folding his arms.

"…Fine." He said tiredly. He picked up the book his father had tried to give him earlier and went upstairs to his room, not wanting to talk about it anymore.

Since the times of Odin, Hiccups were given the task of seeing to warriors needs while they were at sea or war. When tribes were large, Hiccups were far more regular, but as numbers have dwindled, so have Hiccups.

Hiccup huffed, annoyed at the stupid pages before him. They made it seem like he was part of some mutant breed. Skipping ahead past the stupid 'history' area, his jaw dropped slightly as he came across a page entitled 'Rules'.

A Hiccup must follow strict rules. The breaking of any shall result in serious punishment.

-A Hiccup must not wear clothes at any time.

-A Hiccup must stay on their hands and knees whilst outside.

-Short of being in danger of bodily harm, a Hiccup may not refuse any warrior who propositions them.

Growling again, Hiccup slammed the book closed, ignoring the last line that caught his eye.

First and foremost, remember this: A Hiccup is a gift and should be treated as such.

"Ah! N-not so hard Snotlout…" Hiccup whimpered, his hands balling into fists as he was fucked violently. The larger boy just grunted at him, bucking his hips unevenly until he came. The small Viking whined softly, trembling as Snotlout pulled out, smacked his hip, and wandered off to.. wherever. He stayed slumped over until he managed to catch his breath and stop shaking, before he pushed himself back up onto his hands and knees and continued across the town center square. His knees and palms ached from the hard ground beneath them, and he bit his lip to keep from making any noise. He really didn't want to draw any attention to himself. His trip was, thankfully, uneventful after that. He scrambled into Gobber's shop and got to his feet with a pained groan. The blacksmith tossed him his tunic and an apron without a word, and Hiccup nodded gratefully, pulling them on quickly.

He knew he should consider himself extremely lucky to even be allowed to keep his place as an apprentice. Still, his thoughts were bitter as he pulled a sword from the forge and started hammering away at it. The pair worked in silence for what seemed like hours before Gobber cleared his throat.

"So-"

"Please don't ask me to.. y'know." Hiccup interrupted in a mumble. His cheeks bloomed a bright red as he stared at the anvil. Gobber sighed behind him.

"Ya know I wouldn' do tha'. Yer like a nephew to me. I was jus' gonna ask how ya were holdin' up."

Hiccup sighed and dunked the sword in a tub of cold water before turning to face him. "I'm not." He admitted under his breath. "Don't tell my dad, but.. This is the worst freaking this to ever happen to me. I hate all these stupid rules. When's the last time they were even needed anyway?" He demanded in frustration. "I don't see why we can't just get rid of them."

"You an' I both know how Vikings are abou' tradition lad. Try not to worry abou' it. Everyone is jus' excited now. Things'll calm down soon enough." Hiccup huffed softly but turned back to his work. "I did have a special job I wanted ta give ya. Would keep you in the shop quite a bit though. If ya want to that is." Hiccup's head shot up and he grinned.

"Yeah, of course! I mean.. What is it?" He asked, trying to cover his excited yelp.

"Ceremonial sword. Gift for a visiting chief." Gobber said with a roll of his eyes. "So will ya do it? I would but this ol' back of mine.."

Hiccup's smile grew wider and he nodded. He knew the blacksmith was lying, but he didn't care. The more time he spent in the shop, the better. Pulling out a piece of parchment and some charcoal, he started sketching. It was nearly an hour later when he put down his pencil and tapped Gobber's arm to get his attention. "So?"

He stared at it for a moment, make one almost unnoticeable adjustment before he nodded. "I like it. I'm sure Dagur will too."

"Dagur..?" Hiccup frowned a bit. "Sounds creepy."

"He ain't so bad once yer used to him." Gobber shrugged. "Bit strange though." Hiccup nodded a bit. "Come on, we best be getting' done, it's pretty dark. I'll walk you home." That made him grimace.

"…Will you tell anyone if I walk?" He asked hopefully.

"You know I can't do that Hiccup." Gobber sighed. "There are reasons for the rules ya know."

"Like what?" Hiccup grumbled in annoyance as he stripped off his apron and tunic. The only reason he could wear them here was fear of getting burnt. He waited until Gobber was a few good feet ahead before reluctantly going onto all fours and staying behind him.

"Well, the no clothes thing would be obvious." Gobber said with a shrug.

"Doesn't explain why I have to crawl." Hiccup said bitterly. Gobber chuckled.

"That one actually has a good reason. There was an old story abou' a Hiccup that was on a ship. She stood too soon after.. well, ya know. Couldn't catch her balance and fell right overboard. Poor thing nearly drowned. An' a dragon is much less likely to attack ya if yer on the ground. They see it as a submissive gesture or somethin'. They'll leave ya be."

"Unless they think I'm a sheep." Hiccup said with a weak smile, slightly amused by the idea.

"Nah, ye'd be too small for 'em." Gobber assured with a grin. Hiccup laughed as they finally reached his house. The older man pulled him into an only slightly awkward hug before pushing him towards the door. "Get by the fire or somethin' lad, yer freezin'."

Hiccup nodded in agreement and thanked him, heading inside quickly. He greeted his father quickly before he grabbed a blanket, threw it around his shoulders, and did exactly as he was told, sitting by the fire in the living room eagerly.

"You're home late." Stoick commented, handing him his dinner. Hiccup thanked him and smiled a bit.

"Yeah, Gobber kept me late. He gave me a special project." He added before his dad got the wrong idea. "I'm making the sword for that Dagur guy who's coming."

"Really now?" Stoick asked, actually looking a bit impressed. "He usually does those on his own. You must be getting better." Hiccup smiled at what he was pretty sure was a compliment. "Anything else interesting happen today?"

Hiccup laughed and smiled with his father as he regaled the tale of how he ran into a very confused sheep earlier in the day, a weight lifting off his chest a bit as they talked. The only places he was really himself these days were here and at the workshop. They were the only places someone couldn't just knock him over and do as they pleased.

Everyone in Berk was different. And yet, in a way, they were all exactly alike.

Tuffnut had a rather unimpressive dick, and didn't seem to even notice the fact that he did nothing for Hiccup. Not to mention he was clumsy and often started giggling in the midst of sex.

Snotlout was rough and mean and didn't care in the least that he hurt Hiccup during nearly every session.

Astrid was dominating, dragging him away from whatever he was doing to tend to her, before groaning about how he didn't know what he was doing and taking over.

Fishlegs was the only one who would ask Hiccup to go elsewhere with him, instead of doing things in broad daylight. All they did was kiss and stroke each other until they reached completion. Hiccup liked Fishlegs much better than any of the others.

Spitelout was as horrible as his son, if not worse. He had once torn Hiccup so badly that the boy had hidden in his room for three days.

Ruffnut didn't care much for him, only bothering with him once or twice before finding someone else. She didn't seem to care much for sex at all really.

There were hundreds more he could speak of, each with their own odd way of doing things, but they all had one thing alike. None of them gave a damn about Hiccup.

These were the bitter thoughts swirling in his head as he pounded at an ax in the workshop, avoiding Spitelout and Snotlout. Gobber had warned him they were coming and he had fled. Apparently their idea of father/son bonding was to tear Hiccup open at the same time, and he would rather not experience that again. Stoick had explicitly made this a safe haven for Hiccup, using the fact that he was making the sword for Dagur as an excuse for him not to be disturbed. As it was, the sword had been done for three days now, but no one needed to know that. He had done not only the sword, but created a rather beautiful sheath for it as well, special runes for good luck and skill in battle around the edges and the Berserker crest at the top. Hiccup was quite proud of it. He was much more so when Gobber and even his father complimented him on it.

"Hiccup! Your dad wants you in the Great Hall." Hiccup looked up to see Fishlegs standing at the door of the smithy. "He said it's important."

Hiccup sighed, nodded to Fishlegs, hung his apron, and pulled his tunic off. He tried to pick his way through the snow without completely soaking himself through, but wasn't very successful. Trembling by the time he got to the Great Hall, he pushed himself to his feet and wrapped his arms around himself as he looked around for his father. All he saw, however, was an unfamiliar man near the fire, swinging a sword experimentally.

His sword.

"Hey!" Hiccup shouted, snatching the blade from him and holding it to his chest. "You can't touch that!"

The man's eyebrows shot up and he eyed Hiccup warily for a moment before smirking. "Oh? And why not?"

"B-because, it's mine." Hiccup fibbed lightly. Well, it was technically his. Until they handed it over the Dagur that was. The stranger stepped closer, until the point that his cold armor brushed along Hiccup's bare skin, making the boy gasp.

"Really?" The man asked smugly. "Well, I happen to know you're lying. Because that sword just so happens to have been made for me."

Hiccup froze for a moment. "Y..You're Dagur?" He asked feebly. The man smirked again and nodded. Hiccup mumbled an apology and tried to hand the weapon back, but Dagur just dropped it onto the table behind them. He moved closer to Hiccup, making the boy stumble back until he hit the edge of the table.

"And you're Hiccup." Dagur said calmly, smirk still very firmly in place. The rough fabric of his pants brushed against Hiccup's very interested length, making the younger struggle to stifle a moan. Dagur's face lit with glee. "So the stories really are true." He grinned. Hiccup didn't get a chance to ask what he meant before the chief wrapped a hand around him, stroking roughly.

"Haa.." Hiccup breathed weakly, trembling as he was pressed to lay back on the table. "Wha- What are you.. MMNM!" He bit his lip harshly as Dagur's lips wrapped around him. "Oh gods.. Oh sweet Thor, yes." Hiccup babbled mindlessly, grasping at Dagur's hair, the horns of his helmet, anything he could reach to keep him where he was. All it took was a few well-placed licks and a talented hand lightly tugging at his balls before he fell apart embarrassingly quickly, crying out his release. Dagur, much to his surprise, didn't balk away or spit out what had landed in his mouth like Hiccup would. Rather, he stayed exactly where he was and swallowed down all he could get, still licking and sucking until Hiccup whimpered from over-sensitivity. Only then did he back away, not getting too far before he pulled Hiccup from the table to sit on his lap in one of the large chairs. The brunette allowed the teasing nips along his neck and jaw from the visiting chief, secretly enjoying it a little.

"Sorry." he mumbled, feeling he should apologize for his early release. Dagur smirked against his neck.

"Has anyone ever done that to you?" He asked, sounding genuinely interested. Hiccup blushed and shook his head. "Well, they don't know what they're missing. You're delicious~." Dagur all but purred in his ear, making him shiver and moan softly.

They stayed like that for quite some time, Dagur stroking along his hips and sides as Hiccup, with some prodding, told him about who he was and what his 'duties' were. Dagur seemed to be genuinely interested in what he had to say, and it made him smile.

"I mean, I know I should be grateful. I get to keep my apprenticeship and no one bugs me when I'm at home but still…"

"What did you say the rules were again?"

"No clothes, no saying no unless I'm gonna get hurt, crawl when I'm outside, and.."

"And?"

"And.. It also said that Hiccups are supposed to be treated like something special." He sighed. Dagur was silent for a long moment before speaking.

"If they can enforce all those rules on you, why can't you do the same?"