Hello, readers~!

I should probably explain myself here, um... see, I was watching Riders of Berk and I got to Dagur's episode. And... I was thinking about someone's genderbends of Hiccup and Astrid that I saw on Tumblr the same day. Then I started thinking and... this mess happened. ... And now I ship something that I really don't think I should.

Anyway, I'll get out of your hair and let you read now. I hope you like it. :)

Berk was bustling a little more than usual that day because, once again, the annual treaty with the Berserkers had to be signed. Her father busy with preparations for the tribe's arrival, Hiccup was free to take one last ride on Toothless before stowing him away, like all of the other dragons, until the foreign yet familiar ships left the docks once again and Berk's biggest secret could roam free for another year. The wind blew her long auburn hair in every direction as her dragon picked up speed and they performed a barrel roll over the cove they had met in.

Hiccup's focus was heightened as she tried to sooth her anger. It was nice that Berk had been aligned with the Berserker tribe for so long and, from what she saw of him, Oswald the Agreeable was a great chief to the Berserkers. Her problem was with Oswald's son, Dagur. She had known him since she was a little girl and never really had any appeal toward him, in any sense. Especially in recent years, when the deranged boy used her for a knife throwing target or when he tried to drown her in the lake and just laughed it off in his usual, gut-wrenching way. She scoffed at the thought as her rage only continued to rise. She really wasn't looking forward to seeing his face again.

Toothless landed in the cove, allowing his rider to dismount and give him one last scratch behind the ear before she went back to the village on her own. "You have to stay here, bud." She said softly "If that monster finds you, I'll never forgive myself." Hiccup strode to the rocky walls of the cove and began to climb up, glancing back to smile at her best friend who returned it with his own gummy grin. She rolled her eyes before vanishing from Toothless' sight, above the walls of stone, and made her way home.

Hiccup made her way through the thick forests of Berk, which were slowly becoming a wasteland as winter set in for its very long welcome. Dry, brown leaves fell around her at even the smallest breeze that blew her already wind-whipped hair and the smell of freshly chopped lumber lingered in the air. Today would have been a beautiful day for her to perfect a new trick she had come up with for her and Toothless. But no, she more than likely had to babysit the craziest guy she'd ever met while their parents took care of the treaty. Hiccup would, for once, give anything to be her father for the day. Dagur's always made her feel… uncomfortable, to say the least. She never knew what stupid or wrong thing he would do next and they always involved her or her friends. Well… Snotlout aside. For some reason, her cousin had always managed to avoid Dagur's wrath.

Hiccup exited the sea of dying trees and her village welcomed her back silently. Had it been a few months earlier, the villagers nearby would have greeted her and may have even offered a free sample of something they were selling. But, like all fame does, Hiccup's story of making peace between the dragons and the Vikings was becoming less of an attention gainer and more of a description. She didn't mind the peace of being just another Viking again. In a way, she was glad that she had breathing room again. Getting through the village became claustrophobic after her fame really set in.

Hiccup finally made it to the docks to find her father and Gobber staring out to the vast ocean that surrounded their tiny island. "Hiccup, what took you?" Stoick asked.

Confusion formed on Hiccup's face and she stared out as well, to see the ships were closer than she thought they would be by now. Though still a distance away, it was only customary to watch the ships roll into the docks each year. "Oh man, Dad I'm sorry. It took me some time to make Toothless let me go on my own." She chuckled "You know it's hard to separate us."

"I know better than anyone." The Viking chief replied "But it's for the best that Oswald doesn't know about the dragons."

"The last thing we need is another Berserker Skirmish." Gobber added in.

"So, let me guess. Since you never said otherwise, I have to keep Dagur from breaking things again?" Hiccup rolled her eyes at the thought.

"You hid the dragons, Hiccup." Stoick continued "You've done enough. Just make sure that all of them stay hidden."

"Of course." Hiccup answered. A joyful grin appeared on her face at the fact that she could take refuge in the forest with Toothless instead of entertain Dagur during his visit. Well, until she had to attend another treaty custom: the feast in the mead hall. Being the future chief, or hoping to be, she had to learn the ropes of these formalities that have wedged their way into the Vikings' normally rugged nature.

About fifteen minutes of silence passed over the trio before the first Berserker ship stopped in the docks, soon followed by two more ships. Hiccup gazed out to the waters and noticed the Berserkers had brought a whole armada with them, which sat about a quarter of a mile away from the docks. Funny how Oswald was suddenly in need of so much back up… Do they know about the dragons? Hiccup nervously thought.

The first boat's plank fell to meet the dock, revealing a team of guards surrounding someone, assumingly Oswald. Hiccup's curiosity increased when she noticed the horns of a helmet protruding from behind the guard in front. She'd never seen that set of wavy horns before and it intrigued her that one was a lighter color than the other, almost as if it needed to be replaced.

"Presenting the high chief of the Berserker Tribe." The front guard exclaimed "Cracker of skulls, slayer of beasts, the great and fearsome… Dagur the Deranged!"

The guards stepped aside to reveal none other than Dagur himself. Hiccup and her elders were all in shock. "Oh no…" She mumbled to herself. It was his birthright to be chief someday, after all, but Hiccup silently wondered What happened to Oswald? The new chief spit to the side and gave a menacing grin as he stepped off the boat and approached his fellow chief.

"Stoick," Dagur stated "Long time no see." His gaze slowly turned to the chief's daughter "Same to you… Hiccup." He smirked at Hiccup, who scoffed and rolled her eyes in response.

"Dagur," Stoick started "Where is your father?"

"He was… retired. Just lost his… lust for blood. But now, I'm prepared to restore the Berserkers to their former glory." Dagur clenched his fist and held up his axe, only to bring it down again, as he sighed "But stories aside…" he ran his fingers down the blade of his axe, taking pleasure in the chill the metal gave him "Where are you keeping your dragons?"

"Dragons? What do you mean?" Berk's chief retorted.

"I'm not stupid, Stoick. I have it on excellent authority that you have an army of dragons on this island. And I intend to find out if it's really true."

Stoick calmly stated "I can assure you that it's not."

"Fine, then… I'll find out in my own time. Onward to the treaty." Dagur insisted.

"Very well… follow me." Stoick commanded as he and Gobber headed back toward the village. A few more Berserkers unloaded from the ships docked and followed their escorts, gesturing for their leader to do the same.

Dagur followed them, after glancing to Hiccup once more "See you at the feast… Hiccup." He chuckled as he passed her.

Hiccup pouted. Why did she always have to put up with this crap? Oh well, no matter in worrying about him now. After all, Dagur wasn't her problem today. Hiccup let out a long sigh as she wandered back from where she came from, the forest. Maybe now she could finally let off some steam, knowing that all she had to do was ensure that the dragons stayed hidden from the Berserkers. What better way to do that than stay where they were hidden in the first place, right?

Lead by Stoick and his guards, Dagur's tour of the island of Berk was slow. When he had gotten off the boat, he noticed… something strange. Hiccup seemed different to him somehow but he couldn't quite place the source of this feeling. Where did that formality even come from? He questioned within his mind. It was almost like Hiccup's appearance began to haunt him. Sure, she had grown some more since they last met. But the new chief had never thought twice about the girl before in his life. Why now, all of a sudden?

Glancing about the landscape, he noticed the tiny frame of Hiccup vanishing into the woods. Where's she going? Dagur wondered. His mind wandered on the subject as his host went on about each location they stopped at. Though, Dagur's focus was on Hiccup's escape. He knew that they never really got along in the past, but Hiccup never completely disappeared during his visits before. Something wasn't right… maybe she knew something about the dragons that Berk was supposedly hoarding for an army. Once he got a chance, Dagur had to go investigate. Curiosity was starting to eat away at him and there was only one cure for that. Discovery.

Alright, so... this is the start of the mess I've made. If you'd like to see more of this story, leave me a review. I'd love to see what you guys think of this idea so far. Thanks for reading~! :D