The Dragon Master Part II: Rewritten (A Httyd Fanfiction)

Chapter 17: Coup

(Normal pov)

Upon returning to their fortress; Drago and his army offloaded Valka's Bewilderbeast into a massive dome sized cage built into the ground. Drago landed Toothless and slid off the Night Fury, and watched as the white Bewilderbeast did nothing but accept his fate for now. The warlord couldn't wipe the grin off his face, now the second phase of his plans were in motion.

"DRAGO!!"

Said mans grin dropped and was replaced with annoyance to see Dagur and Cutthroat on top of the Skrill he provided for them and they slid off the dragon before advancing toward their master. "I hope this victory of yours was worth it! We lost half of our best warriors thanks to Mala and her forces!" Dagur spat out, he then advanced and jabbed his finger into Drago's chest. "The Berserkers will be vulnerable if our warriors are all dead and our armada is blown to splinters! Is this how you reward your 'partnerships' with every one who decides to work for you? You extend your hand out to them: they serve you and once they've outlived their usefulness, you leave them with nothing left?!!" Dagur shouted; gripped with fury.

Cutthroat held in his breath. No one has ever openly challenged Drago like this. And lived to see another dawn.

But before Drago could respond and things got very ugly, Viggo and Ryker showed up and spoke out. "Unfortunately, the Berserkers aren't the only ones who sustained major casualties Lord Bludvist. Berk and it's forces sunk a large portion of our ships; those ships containing much of our dragon proof cages and equipment. A costly victory indeed." Everyone stopped doing what they were doing to look at how Drago would respond.

The man huffed in annoyance and stabbed his bull-hook into the ground before drawing his sword and pressing it against Dagur's neck, Cutthroat drew his own sword. Everyone held their breath at the scene before them. These Berserkers had balls to openly challenge Drago. And this was something Drago couldn't tolerate.

Not ever.

"Do you honestly think I give a shit about you and your losses Dagur? You and your equally psychotic cousin came to me, not the other way. You're more than happy to leave, I only required you and Viggo's forces for the extra muscle and support, I have the worlds greatest warriors in my army, the finest Hunters and Trappers and now have four alphas to control every dragon I desire!!" Drago spat out while pressing his sword into the Berserker chiefs neck, Dagur winced as he felt blood trickle down his neck and Drago snarling into his face before continuing to speak. "You're just pawns, and it still amazes me how you of all people became the chief of your tribe; you're reckless, sloppy, and a complete maniac in general, but most importantly? You're stupid." Cutthroat looked around to see Drago's soldiers with bows in hand and they were aimed right at him and Dagur, this was getting ugly really fast.

Drago looked at Cutthroat and smirked. "If you try anything, I kill your cousin and then I'll take my time with you, there are some torture methods that I've learned that'll make you obey me." A cold bead of sweat ran down Cutthroat's neck, the tension was rising fast and both Berserker cousins were outmanned and overpowered. "Obey or perish." Drago seethed out, Cutthroat had no choice, He sheathed his sword and bowed down.

Drago sheathed his sword too, he then landed a heavy strike into Dagur's gut, causing the deranged chief to fall and clutch his stomach; trying to ease the pain. "Openly defy me again and I'll kill you both myself and massacre the entire Berserker tribe! Your people will be wiped off the face of the earth, as if you never even existed." Drago growled before pulling his bull-hook out of the ground and walking away, everyone soon got back to work; loading dragons in their fortress, manning watchtowers, and so on.

Dagur coughed and breathed heavily and spat on the ground where Drago stood. Cutthroat made his way over to his cousin and placed a hand on his shoulder and asked. "You alright?" Dagur scoffed and removed himself from his cousin and shook his head before growling out. "That man clearly doesn't give a shit about us! And I don't know about you, but I'd rather die than serve that fucking cock." Cutthroat urged Dagur to follow him back to their ships so they could speak more freely and away from prying ears.