He doesn't know how long he has been here. All he knows is that this has been his life and nothing else. He can't remember any of his past. The only thing they told him was that he was a weapon. And weapons aren't supposed to be weak. If he shows weakness, they punish him. But he deserves it because he didn't follow orders. Though sometimes, he feels empty. He knows something is missing. Although, he can't put his finger on it. He has these days where he feels more than he is supposed to. He doesn't ever tell the chief about it. That'll just result in another punishment.

When he has those days, he trains more than usual. It keeps his mind busy. And today just so happens to be one of those days. He is fighting with one of the chief's men. The masked man has far more experience than his opponent so he goes down easily. He starts to get back up but before he can get on his feet, a swift kick is delivered to his ribs. He collapses on the ground again, wheezing.

The masked man straightens up his stance, sensing his victory.

"Quit fooling around. I need you in Section C." He hears the commander demand from behind him. He turns around and walks out of the training room, the commander following close behind him.

When they get to Section C, the chief is there already waiting for him. The masked man notes a box laying on top of the chief's table. It has strange layers inside. However, the box doesn't concern him at the moment. He turns his attention to the chief. "I have a new mission for you," he starts, "his name is Dagur the Deranged. He is an ally to the Hooligan Tribe. They agreed on a Peace Treaty not too long ago. You will go to Berserker island and you will take out Dagur. If he is aligning himself with Berk, then he is posing as a threat to us. Questions?"

Knowing that he is given permission to speak, the man asks, "How will I know where he will be?" The chief leads him over to a map that lays on the chief's desk. He beckons the man to take a closer look. He doesn't recognize the island that is drawn on the map, but considering his mission, he assumes that it is Berserker island.

"I sent out one of my men a few days ago to make sure this map was up-to-date. Do you know which island this is?" The chief asks, even though he knows the answer already.

"Yes, chief." The masked man replies in his monotone voice.

"Good." He points to a shape on the map. Inside the shape, the words "Great Hall" are written in bold yet sloppy handwriting. It must've been the commander that was sent out then. "We had scouts track his movements for weeks, he has meetings all day in here. I think you are smart enough to know that going after him during that time is foolish. In the evening, he trains alone." The chief points to another shape on the map. It's on the other side of the village. "He finishes training when the sun sets. He then makes his way back to his home. That'll be your golden opportunity to take him out. He will definitely still be armed, but that shouldn't be a problem for you. Is your mission clear?"

"Yes, chief."

"Good. You are to leave at once. Dismissed." The chief walks out of the room, leaving himself and the commander.

"Let's go." The commander says. As they make their way to the shore above land, the masked man processes his mission again. The name Dagur sounds familiar. Probably because of the man's reputation. From what he has gathered from his first mission when the chief told him about all of the current chiefs in the Archipelago, the chief of the Berserker island, he really is Deranged. He was told that he killed his own father because he disagreed with how he was running the island. He has also heard that he has mellowed down some. But only because he realized he had a sister.

He can't remember her name, but Dagur cares a lot about her.

The trip to Berserker island is five days time from the base. However, that is by boat. The chief wants this mission down quickly, so the commander arranged his trip to be by dragon, which cuts the time in half.

He isn't scariness certain as to how people are at peace with dragons. He was never told. But the base holds quite a few dragons. He isn't allowed to see them. Although, he never really had any intention to go down there. He knows the consequences if he does.

Berserker island is a very rocky and bare island. The island holds a very tall mountain in the center. He lands the purple Deadly Nadder in the trees that surround the central mountain. He needs to go as unnoticed as possible. Knowing that killing the chief in broad daylight will end up with him getting captured, the masked man sets up camp and waits until nightfall. He spends his time sharpening his throwing knives and swords.

When night falls, he starts making his way to the arena, staying hidden in the dark. He makes his way to the tree line. He spots the arena not too far away. He goes to get closer when h hears someone whistling. He blends back into the trees when he sees a person coming around the corner. The torch they hold shows that it the chief, Dagur.

The chief isn't what he pictured him to look like. He looks rather young and is fairly skinny for a viking. From his vantage point, he sees that Dagur has three claw marks over his left eye. It doesn't look like a scar, more like a tattoo. Something about this man is familiar.

He starts going for one of his throwing knives when Dagur stops walking. He puts the torch in the holder on the outside of the arena wall. A grin makes it's way across his face.

"You can stop hiding in the bushes. I know you are out there." Dagur cackles. The masked man doesn't move. He also doesn't throw his knife. However, his grip on the handle tightens. The grin on Dagur's face doesn't waver. He turns to the direction of the tree line. It's almost like he can see where his assassin is hiding.

"You think I didn't know were coming? Your scouts weren't very well hidden. Why don't you stop fooling around and come out and face me? We can work this out."

He could just throw the knife and end it. End his life. But he doesn't. He doesn't throw his knife. He can almost hear the chief yelling at him for being so imbecile. The man stands up straight and makes comes out from the trees. His appearance makes Dagur laugh even harder.

"That's right. Now, why don't we end this right here? Right now." Dagur says, taking the sword that is tied to his hip. He gets into a stance.

The man exchanges his throwing knives for his dual swords. He readies his stance, keeping a trained eye on Dagur. The assassin watches carefully for his first move. Dagur charges at the assassin, swiping diagonally. The man sidesteps it. He slashes back at Dagur, cutting him on the shoulder.

The chief stumbles back, but he is quick to retaliate. He rushes at the man, swiping at him ferociously. The masked man blocks most of his attacks, a few he wasn't quick enough to block or avoid. Though when Dagur advances on him again, he swipes at one of his swords, knocking it out of his hand. Sensing that his assassin is caught off guard, he swipes one final time. Though the man jumps back, it doesn't miss.

It cuts through the mask on his face, leaving him bare to the chief. Dagur looks at him confused. He has heard the stories about this man. He wasn't surprised that he planned an attack on him. Though he knows nobody was able to see his face. Now that he has, everything clicks into place.

Fierce, vibrant green eyes, glare at him. However, one of the assassin's eyes is a bit cloudier than the other. He knows who those eyes belong to. But what stands out to him more is the scar that covers the right side of his face. It rides down his neck and Dagur has no doubt in his mind that it extends beyond what he can see. He also just takes note of his leg. His dark clothes hid it well, but now that they stopped fighting, he can see where his leg begins and where it ends. He sees the metal prosthetic that replaces the bottom half of his left leg.

He wants to ask questions. Important questions.

But all the comes out is, "Hiccup?"

'Hiccup's' face contorts into confusion. "What-" He doesn't finish his sentence. Before Dagur can process what is happening, he has a knife in his side.

Hiccup is gone once again.