Hey everybody. Sorry I haven't updated The Misadventures lately, but I've been exploring a lot of different smut and story options (Like for Dragon Age, Mass Effect, Fallout, etc) but I won't abandon the story. Anyway, this is a story outside of the Misadventures, and will be exclusive to itself. I will be deleting the original Misadventures soon and renaming the rewrite, so save, save save!
This is a story idea I've had for a while now, and features Slave!Hiccstrid and rape. No, Hiccup and Astrid won't be raped by anyone else (you will understand later what I mean).
This first chapter was a little rushed, but I think it gets the plot moving effectively without leaving out too much necessary detail (its mostly unplotted smut, so you wouldn't expect sfw parts to be too in depth am I right?)
The first thing Astrid could acknowledge when she awoke was the intense fatigue, drawing her back towards unconsciousness. This was no drunken hangover, those were far more painful. As she struggled to stir herself, discomfort of her body pose and the irritating texture of wood under her managed to keep her awake, allowing her to at least adjust her posture a bit.
Then she heard the voices.
Though vague, Astrid was certain they were not speaking Norse, or any identifiable language she had been familiarized with. Cracking open her eyes to darkness, she could see a lantern on the other side of the room. Struggling, she lifted her head, and saw the iron bars.
She was in a cell.
Panic raced through her head as she weakly rose to a sitting position, trying to figure out what the hell happened. It only made things worse when she saw Hiccup next to her, laying naked and as unconscious as she had been moments ago.
It was then she realized that, like him, she had been stripped completely nude.
At first, she feared they had been raped, but her body was tired, not sore, so she ignored the idea. With arms almost like jelly, she managed to get up onto her hands and knees and crawl over to him.
Desperate to rouse him, she shook his shoulder. "Hiccup, get up," she whispered, trying to avoid attention from their captors.
Her senses must have still been screwed up by whatever happened, because she didn't notice the large burly man sitting at a table in the corner of the room until he spoke out loud, "You might wanna let him rest, lass. The shit you're on makes you feel like crap when you're awake."
She looked over to him with glassy eyes, her head beginning to spin. "What did you do to us?"
"Nothing permanent. Probably."
She wanted to hiss and spit at him, scream at him with a thousand death threats, smash his face in with her axe, but she barely had any willpower to force herself to get up past her knees. With her mind drooping, she groaned in a last attempt at resistance, before collapsing onto her side next to her husband.
Just before she lost consciousness, she heard a soft, feminine voice say, "Hey, love."
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