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Hiccup stared defiantly up at Dagur, even from on his knees. He was not going to do what he wanted, especially not in front of the Dragon Riders, his friends.
Friends who hadn’t known about Dagur’s strange obsession with him until now.
“Kiss it,” Dagur demanded.
“Kiss it yourself,” Hiccup spat back. His hands were bound in front of him, and his friends were held in a cage behind him, along with Toothless, the only dragon that couldn’t flee the giant eels.
Dagur shrieked out a laugh. Then, he beckoned to some of the Berserkers with him. “Oh boys! I think Hiccup needs help locating my boot.”
Two of the burly men came over, and Hiccup gave a yell of protest as his head was grabbed and he was shoved down so that Dagur’s boot was right in front of his face.
“Do it, Hiccup,” Dagur ordered. He didn’t sound like he was amused anymore. There was a threat in his words. Something bad would happen to his friends if he didn’t do this. He just knew it.
So, feeling the most humiliated he ever had in his entire life, face going red with shame, Hiccup kissed Dagur’s boot.