Dusty slowly moved sideways as he kept his eyes on his opponent, his sword and shield raised.

"Why did they put me with this mutton head?" Dusty asked himself, as his opponent flexed his muscles at the three girls watching from the arena walls.

"You like the view ladies?"

A rock pegs his helmet hard, nearly knocking him over. "Yeah, we love it!" Thyra laughs, high fiving Astrid.

"Snotlout, just drop the sword, we both know how this will end." Dusty called to him, knowing this was completely one sided.

"Uhh, how about no. As soon as they see me beat you, the three princesses up there will flock to be my wife."

"Well that's never gonna happen." Dusty yells back

"If you ever bet him, which will never happen, I doubt we'd be flocking to you at all!" Astrid shouts.

"The body odor is way too repulsive!" Heather adds, laughing.

Snotlout looked up at them, and just flexed his muscles, "It's a badge of honor!"

He didn't hear the sword whistling through the air, till the flat end connected with his helmet, knocking him out cold.

"Rule number one, never turn your back on the enemy." Dusty says to the unconscious Snotlout.

"You sure you had to wait this long? We could have been doing something productive!" Thyra laughs.

"I decided to give him a chance."

"Look how that turned out." Heather mutters.

"Well now I know to not give him a chance." Dusty responds, climbing out of the arena.

"It would be fun to watch him struggle, I have to admit." Thyra shrugs.

Dusty put his arm around her, "True, oh so true. How are you doing Heather?"

"Better, who knew how useful Night Fury saliva mixed with medicine would be? I'm basically gonna be back to normal in a few more days."

"Just glad to see you recovering, How's the two prisoners?" Dusty asked, as they walked into the village square.

"Haven't talked. Not even for Dagur." Heather sighs. "They won't even tell us their names."

Dusty had a thought cross his mind, "You don't mind if me and Thyra have a shot?"

"We have...experience." Thyra adds sheepishly.

Heather shrugs. "Alright, knock yourselves out. But don't kill them! We need them for their trial."

"What are the charges?" Dusty asked curiously.

"Basically whatever Dagur can come up with. He's still very angry about everything." Heather replies, patting her bandaged side.

"Knowing Dagur, they will be crazy charges, but fair in their own way." Astrid says.

"Well, I'm assuming they're healed and well?" Dusty asked, as they turned toward the jail.

"Yes, but they're not comfortable, if you know what I mean." Heather says.

Thyra cracks her knuckles. "This will be a lot of fun." She sighs. "It's been a while."

"Yeah, I'm still mad from the first time." Dusty says, giving a nod to the guard, who opens the door to the jail.

"Ugh, tell me about it." Thyra nods.

Heather opens a cell door, revealing one of the prisoners.

"Alright, Astrid, Heather, go do your thing, let me and Thyra work, and don't mind any screams."

"You don't want to be around to see this, trust me." Thyra adds.

The girls nod in understanding and walk off, saying they'll be with their dragons.

Thyra smirks in anticipation, and walks right into the cell, and up to the prisoner.

"Hi there." She greets sweetly, wrenching the man to his feet, and dragging him to the table of the cell. "You and I are gonna have a little chat!" She grins, forcing him down into a chair, while she sits in the opposite one.

"So, we'll start easy, and with no pain. All you have to do is tell me your name, how you snuck onto this island, and why you targeted us." Thyra says, stretching. But the man doesn't even open his mouth to breath.

"Very well." Thyra shrugs, pulling out her dagger. She grabs the man by his collar and pulls his towards her across the table. She points the knife at his neck. "Why were you here?!" She asks.

Thyra rolls her eyes when he shakes his head defiantly, and stabs his arm. "Speak." She orders, digging the knife in deep as he can't hold back a whimper. "Trust me, it's about to get a lot worse than this. I still haven't got revenge for what happened to Dusty, Heather, and Pulse."

"And they shot you, just a reminder." Dusty said, twirling his dagger.

"Oh, there's that too I suppose." Thyra shrugs. She pulls back her fist and punches the prisoner across the face. "Speak now." She orders, pulling her dagger from his arm and holding it once again to his neck.

"You're a demon and a whore, you'll rot with the demon behind you, and I enjoyed every cut I put on his body, and I will do it all over again." Is all the man says.

Thyra's eyes immediately darken, and she stands, grabbing a fist full of the guys hair, and forced him to look into her now slit eyes. "You wanna see a demon? Fine." She growls, throwing him to the hard floor, where she then throws a hard kick to the ribs.

"You know your so-called loved one? I bet whoever it was screamed like a baby. I've had a lot of screamers. Weak, too. Let's see how you hold up?" Thyra tells him darkly, wrenching him up and pinning him against the wall.

"Just wait till the rest of the Dannish Navy gets here, I'll see to it you all die." The man says through gritted teeth.

"I will kill every single one of them if that's what it takes to get to my Uncle. I don't care if the whole of Dannia falls, all I know is you, him, and every other sorry soul will fall with it." Thyra says, before stabbing the man in the shoulder. She drags the knife all the way down his arm, keeping him pinned against the wall with her free hand. Blood flows out and onto the floor below.

"Attacking me is one thing. But my boyfriend? My dragon? My new allies? You've just dug your own grave. There is a reason I'm known as 'the merciless' alright? You're about to find out!" She punches him twice across the face, and then stabs his leg.

"Talk now! I'm running out of patience!" She orders as he screams in pain. "How did you get on the island unnoticed?! How many more are there?! How many more are coming?!" She presses the bloody knife to his neck as he splutters in pain.

"N...No more on the island." He mutters finally. "But I wish there were, they would end you."

Dusty turned his head as the door to the jail openned, and Dagur walked in with three men in chains.

"Who're they?" Dusty asked as they walked past.

"More Dannians, attempted to ambush one of our ground patrols, these are the three that surrendered." Dagur answered.

"Lying, are we?!" Thyra shouts at her victim, slicing his side.

"You don't really...need...this guy do you?" Thyra asks.

"I can say his sentence was carried out, he's all yours." Dagur answers, walking out of the jail.

"Perfect, i don't have to hold back!" Thyra cheers, pushing her victim towards the table. "I don't have any sense of asking him questions now! I'll just inflict pain until he dies." Thyra tells Dusty with a shrug, stabbing her dagger right through the hand.

"Make it long and miserable." Dusty says, slitting his eyes.

"Oh, I will. But feel free to jump in any time!" Thyra replies, bending her prisoners wrist until a loud crack is heard, and he screams in pain.

"Gladly." Dusty walks up, and stabs his daggur clean through the man's shoulder. Who lets out a bloody scream.

"Oh? What's wrong?" Thyra coos, pulling out her dagger and stabbing his shin. "Hurts?" She asks as he struggles in pain. She pulls it out and stabs his ear.

"Aww, he's crying!" Thyra laughs to Dusty. "He's weaker than we thought!"

Thyra stabs the man's side. "We're gonna run out of room to stab him." She says.

"I have an idea." Dusty responds.

"Cool!" Thyra grins, stabbing the man in the leg.

"Have Pulse fly him up, not high enough to kill him, and drop him. How many bones do you think will break?"

"I'm hoping nearly all of them!" Thyra grins, running to the barred window and letting out a Night Fury call. A few seconds later an answering one replies, and Pulse can be seen flying over.

Her wound was pretty much gone, all that was left as evidence of it ever happening were a few scales missing.

She flashed a gummy grin before taking off for the entrance of the jail, scaring the life out of the guard,and appearing inside the cell in seconds.

"Well, there we go!" Thyra grins. "Pulse, I was wondering if you could do something for us? Trust me, you will enjoy it." She points to the shaking prisoner.

"So, we're running out of room to torture him. And we were wondering if you could grab him and fly high, then let go and let him crash to the ground. Not high enough to kill him, we're not done yet. What do you think?" Thyra whispers to her.

Pulse let out a snarl and bounds towards the now screaming man.

"Oh, you remember Pulse? Yeah, she wants revenge!" Thyra exclaims.

The dragon grabs him, and runs for the exit. "I'm coming along!" Thyra laughs, running after her so the guards won't think she's taken the prisoner on her own accord.

Pulse waits for her to mount, before shooting up as fast as possible. The man, being clutched in her claws, screams in terror. Thyra waits until they're at an considerable height, before patting Pulse's side.

"Alright, girl!" Thyra says enthusiastically, before dropping her tone. "Drop him."

Pulse let's go immediately, letting out a satisfied coo as he plummets towards the ground. "Good girl!" Thyra coos, and a thud from below can be heard. "Let's go see how many bones were broken!" They dive down and land next to the body.

The prisoner was unconscious, and all of his limbs were bent at odd angles, some of the bones showing through the skin. "That's got to hurt!" Thyra laughs, dismounting.

"Yup, and something tells me he Isn't gonna survive."

"Let's wait till he wakes up before we finish him off then, I want him to feel all this pain! Even if it is ending his life."

"Well, we still have four more prisoners to go."

"I feel like Dagur would want to put them on trial, but who knows, maybe we'll get to finish them off?"

"We'll ask, but let's go torture our next victim."

"Good idea." Thyra takes the prisoner by the misfigured leg and drags him back into the prison, giving a grin to the guard.

"These two are sick." The guard says under his breath.

Thyra turns back towards the man. "Be glad we're doing it to him and not you!" She exclaims, flashing slitted eyes, before turning and walking on.

She throws the prisoner into his cell, and slams the door closed. "We'll get back to him. The next prisoner?"

Dusty opens the door to the next prisoner, who was as far against the opposite wall as he could get.

"Enjoying your stay?" Thyra asks sarcastically.

"P...please...d...don't hurt me."

"You hear something?" Thyra asked Dusty.

"I'll tell you anything please!"

"You know what we want to know, so talk!" Thyra shrugs.

"Just ask, I don't know what questions you want answered, but just don't hurt me!"

"Fine. How did you sneak onto the island? Why come after us to avenge your 'loved ones' when you KNOW you can't win?" Thyra rolls her eyes.

"I didn't come of my free will! My father forced me to come."

"Your father is a coward. He should have faced us himself. Guess he doesn't love you very much, huh." Thyra responds. "And what of the others? Why did they come? Forced too?"

"From what I overheard, all but me came of free will, everyone lost someone in the Dannish massacre, from Dannia, down to Kielia.

"Loss is a part of life. They should get over it. We've both lost people too. We should have killed everyone. That place is not my home anymore."

"Well back to the main question, we snuck on while you all we're blasting away at the Roman fleet, it's easy to sneak in when everyone's distracted.

"And no one saw you? I thought people would be watching out for that kind of stuff."

"We did run into men, my father killed them, he's one of the men that were brought in not too long ago."

"That doesn't help your case at all."

"There are at least three hundred men and women, we came in on a dozen ships, catapults, ballistas, and weapons upon weapons are in the armory. "

"I'm thinking we should tell Heather and Dagur this." Thyra mutters to Dusty.

"I'm not done." the man interrupted.

"Oh, you're not are you? How do we know you're not bluffing?"

"When you see three dozen more Roman and Dannish ships appear in the next two days, you'll know I'm not, I have more, but you have to promise me something."

"We don't have to promise you anything. Maybe you should have a look at your current situation!" Thyra exclaims, drawing her dagger.

"I just don't want to die, I'm only seventeen." The kid was a lot bigger than he said he was, but he acted like he was twelve.

"We're not fifty three." Thyra replies, scoffing. "We've killed so many people, one more won't matter."

"If you can't promise me that, then I won't tell you Dannia and Rome have made an alliance to annex the viking archipelago"

"Oh, how ever will we know?!" Thyra complains sarcastically.

It takes the kid a second, but his eyes widened, he messed up, and he messed up badly.

"How could anyone be that stupid?" Thyra wonders out loud.

"Snotlout, the twins." Dusty answers.

"Surely even they wouldn't pull something like this?" Thyra answers.

"Well babe, you doing good in there with the runt?" came a voice behind them.

"Take a look at the other prisoner. I can do that to you." Thyra threats, turning and throwing her dagger so it lands right next to his head, clipping his ear. "So I suggest you leave, and this be the last time you call me that."

"Aww thanks babe, you forgot about me." Dusty said sarcastically.

"I didn't. You were implied. I'm sure Snotlout understood that." She glares at Snotlout, who chuckled nervously.

"See ya then babe!" And he runs off.

"I'm gonna kill him." Thyra growls. Then she turns back to the prisoner. "Or...you. I need something to take my anger out." She threats, watching the prisoner gulp nervously.

Please...I told you what you wanted to know...what else do you want?"

"Pretty much whatever we want. You're the enemy, after all. I don't care how old you are, or how your daddy forced you to come. You could easily have done otherwise." Thyra exclaims.

Dusty drew his dagger, and approached the kid.

The kid looks at them, and the dagger, and makes a decision. He shoots his hand forward, and manages to grab the dagger out of Dusty's hand.

Thyra shifts back and grabs her dagger from where she'd thrown it at Snotlout. She looks at the prisoner cautiously and moves to be next to Dusty once again.

"What are you planning, kid?" She asks, shifting her grip on her dagger.

The kid just stares at them, "I've already been dishonored, and I want to die with what little I have left, not losing it by being tortured. Death before Dishonor!"

The kid brings the dagger up, and stabs himself in the heart, and drops to the ground in a pool of blood.

Thyra blinks down at the body. "Well, I wasn't expecting that." She mutters.

"...lunch?" She shrugs, looking at Dusty.

Dusty pulled his dagger out of the body, "Sure, but we better tell Dagur and Heather what he told us."

"Yeah, that's basically at the top of the to do list. Right next to get revenge on Snotlout." Thyra says, heading for the exit.

"I say you set Pulse on him, let her decide what he deserves." Dusty said with a laugh, as they walked out of the cell.

Said dragon looks up from her curled position outside the cell, stretching with a playful growl. She gets up and follows them, nudging Thyra's side for a scratch.

"Where would Dagur and Heather be right now?"

"Heather said she would be with her dragon, in the stables I guess. I have no idea where Dagur is."

"You go left I go right?" Dusty joked.

Thyra laughs. "You know what? Why the helheim not." She and Pulse run off. "Meet you at the square in an hour if we don't find them!" She calls out.

"Sure, cya." and they split up, looking for either Heather or Dagur.

As night fell, Dusty and Thyra were in counsel with Dagur, Heather, and Hiccup, telling them what the prisoners told them.

"How many ships?" Dagur asked for like the tenth time.

"He said there was going to be three dozen coming. They came here on a dozen ships, or something." Thyra answers in exasperation for the fifth time.

"How many men?"

"Three hundred men and women. So they'll still be on the island. I won't be able to tell you how many are still coming."

"Well you two to do your thing, we have to prepare, go get some rest, looks like we'll be going hunting in the morning."

Thyra and Dusty nod. "We'll be around if you have any more of the same questions." Thyra says, getting up from her seat.

They walked up to the house they were staying in, the same one Dusty recovered in, and met their two dragons as they walked in.

"What's the plan from now?" Thyra asks, falling back onto the bed with a sigh. "We've got a war on our hands."

"Well I guess we fight." Dusty answered, laying down next to her.

"I just hope we can help these people scrape together a defence system. We basically took care of the entire Roman fleet that attacked this place from what I noticed."

"Yeah, but I'm sure we can do something." Dusty said rolling over to look at her.

Thyra turns her gaze from the ceiling to him. "Yeah. We can win, it just won't be easy. But we have dragons, which evens up the odds."

"With a merciless Valkarie like yourself, I think we'll be fine."

Thyra scoffs in amusement. "Whatever you say, dragon boy."

Dusty chuckles, "I love you."

"I love you too." Thyra responds, smiling at him.

Dusty pulled her into a kiss, and they fell asleep.