You've told him countless times—you don't know where his "brother" Hiccup is. You don't know where that Nightfury he's looking for is. You're not from Berk.

Regardless of if you were lying or not, he's not believing you. He's so certain you're a so-called "Dragonrider from Berk" that it's been days and he hadn't let you out of the dragon cage. There's no saying when or if he ever will—this man is nuts. Absolutely crazy. You weren't surprised when he referred to himself as "Dagur the Deranged". Whoever picked that name absolutely knew what they were doing.

You weren't giving him what he wanted. Dagur is pissed off, pretending he has all the time in the world but his short patience made him fantasize about just throwing you off the ship, or feeding you to a dragon. Maybe he should just injure you, leave you on an island- no. Patience. He didn't escape prison to just throw his advantage over the Dragonriders away.

That doesn't make him nice, no. Countless of times, he'd offer you dragonmeat, not giving you anything else to eat. One time, he let you go without water for a day and then offered you salty ocean water without telling you. Dagur takes pleasure in cruelty, laughing every time you pulled a face or showed pain.

You sat in the sun for a while now, as your captor had stopped at a harbor to restock his ship. Hours later, he came back, kneeling in front of your big cage. His hand moved through the gaps, holding a flask of water and some bread—not hard as a rock this time—out for you to take.

"Come on, take it." He spoke, adressing you like a dog, lightly clicking his tongue. Of course he knew you were starved and dehydrated — that's the fun in it.