Berk's Forumvine

Here is Eret's part of the story.

Eret slowly made his way through the thickening fog, Skullcrusher at his side. All of a sudden, he felt a large weight being thrust into the back of his head, sending him to the floor. He was still conscious, but not awake enough to try and escape. Skullcrusher had been knocked out too, with the help of what smelt like dragon nip.
He felt a rough hand pick him up from the scruff of his neck and carry him to a small boat, which was perfectly hidden in the mist. Someone else was on the boat. Seeing Eret and whoever had captured him, the person jumped down silently from the deck and helped lift both the man and Skullcrusher on to the boat. The Rumblehorn was then covered in some sort of dark grey dragonskin blanket to camouflage him perfectly into the fog surrounding the boat. But Eret was then handed to the second man, who held him upright, as the first man pushed the boat from the beach with an oar, and then starting patting his back for some unknown reason. Poor Eret had no idea what was going on, as his vision and mind were mostly blurred from the hit.
Unfortunately, Hiccup arrived just at that very moment. The fog that was wrapping itself round everything still in sight made seeing extremely difficult, so the young Chief was under the impression that Eret was still perfectly conscious. And that thought would haunt him for a while longer, oblivious to the fact that Eret wasn't actually a traitor.

What must have been a few hours later, Eret finally woke up. Once his eyes had focused, he saw that he was in a dark ice cave, obviously made by Drago's Bewilderbeast as some sort of temporary base. From the loud crashing surrounding the thick ice walls, Eret figured that they were under the ocean. He also noticed that he was tied to the chair he was sitting in.
“Hello, traitor,” growled Drago, appearing from a corner. He smiled crookedly as Eret squirmed in his seat. Savage was also there, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, and his eyes glinting maniacally.
“Drago, what the-” Eret was about to ask what was going on, but the madman lashed out with his metal arm, cutting across the young man's face.
“QUIET!” Drago bent down and yelled in Eret's face, making the man shrink back in fear.
Drago stood back upright, and starting pacing round Eret's chair. “Do you really think that this is where you belong, Eret?” he snarled. “Berk? Training dragons? You are a trapper by blood, and that is what you shall be for the rest of your life, whether you like it or not.”
“This boy worked for you?” asked Savage, obviously unaware of who Eret was.
“He was one of my best trappers...” Drago added noticeable fake sadness into his voice as he spoke. “But then he betrayed me, after I'd paid him and given him a life. But he will still help us.”
“Ha!” said Eret. “What makes you think I'm ever going back?”
“I've helped Savage control dragons,” said Drago, still pacing round the chair. “But we need more for my soldiers.”
“OUR soldiers!” corrected Savage, a scowl on his face. The villain glared back at him.
“Soldiers?” Eret wondered out loud.
“We do not have an army of dragons like before, because my Bewilderbeast is no longer the Alpha, but we still have men. And those men need dragons to ride, so instead of conquering them with instinct, we conquer them with fear, like I did before. And that is why we need you, Eret. How can we control dragons if you haven't trapped any dragons for us to control?”
“So you've mixed both your soldiers together?” asked Eret, ignoring Drago's question for the moment.
“No, we haven't!” snapped Savage, advancing from the corner. “My men are DEAD because of him and his Bewilderbeast! They left me with nothing but the clothes I'm wearing now!”
“He needs to play, doesn't he?”
“I won't help,” said the ex-trapper stubbornly, returning to the task at hand. “And you can't make me. That life is way behind me now.”
“But you forget about your dear Rumblehorn,” Drago chuckled evilly as he presented a tooth from under his dragonskin cape. It still had blood on it. Eret looked in horror at what he was sure was Skullcrusher's. He hadn't known the dragon for very long, but they had a bond, and Eret didn't particularly want him to get hurt. But then again, he didn't particularly want to work for Drago and Savage, either.
“Whether I help you or not, we're both dead anyway,” he said, putting on a brave face.
“Not necessarily...” Drago studied his metal arm as he spoke, brushing off the odd bit of dust. “You could get your old job back, and walk away with only a few scratches...”
Eret narrowed his eyes. “How deep would the scratches be, exactly?”
“It depends on how well you work.”
The young man sighed. He was torn. He didn't want to work for Drago, but he didn't want Skullcrusher to get hurt. It was obvious that his own mind couldn't figure this out, so he decided to try and think of what Skullcrusher would want him to do.
He wouldn't want him to fight for the wrong side, no matter the consequences.
At this thought, Eret looked up at Drago, a determined look on his face. “I'm never working for the likes of you ever again.”
“So be it.”