A/N: Hello! XD this story just popped into my head and I was like hmmm. Yes, alright. I'm sorry that this chapters rushed and well iffy, I'm tired and a little to much so to check over it. Sorry.

Tijinks (Ta-jink-s-)

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Rated for a darker feel and some violence in later chapters. Language is all K.

Chapter One: Escape

Hiccup,

It beats painfully in my ribcage. My breathing is slow and aches but my heart flutters around like a little bird searching desperately for a way out of it's cage. I, too am trying to escape. My wings however are clipped, bloodied and broken and I have little means of flying now.

Flutter, flutter, flutter.

It hurts sometimes, the beating of my heart. But I'm okay. I tell myself that over and over like mantra. Because, I guess some part of me is afraid that if I stop -even for a second- I'll drown in all the reasons I'm not.

To think my biggest worry used to be what my next move in Maces and Talons would be is laughable now. Pathetic, cute almost. Life was so simple then, so easy, light. I always felt some sort of control, I knew that as long as the riders, Toothless and I were together we'd be fine. But, as time has passed here I've come to the conclusion that I, am a gullible idiot.

The cell is dark, damp and smells oddly of rotting feet.

There's little to no sound beyond the grunt or groan of another prisoner and the only light comes from torches every ten feet or so and well they do light up the passage, they fail to share their warmth.

The temperature rests usually between freezing cold or welcoming frostbite. I haven't felt properly warm in the last...however long it's been. I'm not sure, but I've been here for too long. Far to long. I used to know, count the days as they passed but after fifteen I lost count. Or maybe it was because I started passing out more-I'm not sure.

Twice a day, a guard will stroll past and throw food at lucky prisoners, some, like me usually go days before the "luck" is thrown at their face. Quite literally. There isn't any guards that patrol the halls they know that their prisoners are too weak to make an escape anyway. I guess that's the whole point of tossing the food towards the lucky ones. Usually, from what I understand the hallways are empty along with the outer corridors surrounding it.

My position is uncomfortable, but I don't make a move to change it. My cell is only about six feet in every direction and I can't lay down perfectly straight without straining something. Not that I would anyway, in order to survive the nights here it's almost law that people curl in on themselves. Even then, it doesn't stop the shivers that usually prevent sleep. I haven't felt warm, or properly rested in...who knows how long.

My bare foot is pressed up against the cold stone but I can't bring my wandering mind to care about the temperature. My other leg or what's left of it is laying limply beside it. My peg leg is with my captors and when they come to get me I get it back only long enough for them to fulfill whatever purpose they want at the moment.

A heaved breath escapes my thin chest, rattling my ribcage and the bird fluttering around squeals slightly. I tilt my head back against the wall letting my bangs fall against my nose. My auburn hair is dirty and have clumped together in various areas I'm too exhausted to deal with. My brain is sluggish but I can still manage to muster up annoyance as the hair covers my eyes. Not like it's particularly bright to begin with but the bangs give me blind spots I'd rather not deal with.

It's been a few days since my captors last visit and I know they'll be coming soon; the thought causes heavy dread to settle in my chest. This island makes Viggo, Ryker- even Alvin and Dagur back in their villain days- look like glitter covered rainbows that all have pet chickens.

Unlike Viggo, however, they aren't trying to win some game they are more like a terrible mixture between Dagur and Alvin -Not like either of them were very much fun to in the first place -They wanted a Night Fury and saw it as an open bonus that they got a free "dragon conquer" in the process. Ha. I've tried to stop them, put a damper in their plans and their punishments have gotten more brutal.

My ribs still ache from the last one. The memory weasels into my head despite my silent protests haunting behind my eyes. I rip them open before it can settle behind the lids. I'd managed to calm a rather aggressive flock down and my captor had demanded I order them to kill an older, nearly starved to death dragon. I'd refused and the leader had kicked my chest a few times before throwing me out into the streets.

I'd been to weak and exhausted to move and fell asleep. When I woke up, robbers had nicked things off of me-Including my boot and shoulder guards - I'd been relocated and thrown back in the cell.

I need to get out of here. I have to get to Toothless then go...where? Berk must've thrown a party that I'm gone and the riders have probably moved back there without me forcing them to stay in the "Great Beyond". I really am an idiot.

I sigh through my teeth and rest my hands over my chest before idly running one through my hair. My fingers rest against the dirty falling out braids...Astrid wove into my hair. I'm not sure if I should be concerned or angry that her name was hard to pull up.

I've been here for too long.

The cell and I have been friends for more time than I can count. There's several ruins carved into one of the walls and those also offer comfort. Someone was here before me I haven't been the only person to suffer in here.

My thoughts drift to Toothless. I haven't seen him in nearly a week maybe more and worry is swirling through my stomach making it hard to think straight. I don't know where he is or what happened to him I just hope to every good thing in this world he's still alive.

My captors, the Tijikes wanted Toothless and had shot us down the second they saw us. They, like Dagur used to want to ride Toothless, use him for destruction. They're trying to break him and from the last time I saw him, it looks like it's working.

I'm scared. I want to curl into a ball and cry until this over. Berk isn't coming for me and Toothless. No one is. We're on our own. I haven't felt this much hopelessness since before the Red Death and I bared the title of "Useless".

But were not staying here. For the sake of Toothless sanity as well as mine I'm getting us out of here. After laying in between the alley for a couple of hours I managed to get a basic understanding of the villages layout. I've attempted to get to Toothless more than once but the results haven't been pretty. Mostly because I have no idea where he was until now.

My bruised ribs grown in protest as I pull away from the wall and lean forward, footsteps catching my attention. There's at least three pairs if I'm hearing right.

Maybe it's the Tijikes finally here to take me to the chief, Jink. They'll have my peg. I'm going to escape. I narrow my eyes firmly and look up as the footsteps come to a halt. Throwing my bangs from my face to see clearly.

One man is holding a torch, the second a sword and the third throws my peg leg into the cell. I would've laughed with relief but I can't. Not in front of them. I grit my teeth and move my bony hand forward wrapping my fingers around the metal a holding it like the precious contraption that it is. Oh, I've missed you I assure the prosthetic silently.

I slip peg over my stump readjusting the rope over the wood before hearing the cell door creak open. Two of the three men walk in, "Get up, runt." The first commands waving his sword dangerously close to my nose.

I offer him an irritated look before pressing my fingers against the walls and shoving myself into a standing position. My legs wobble threatening to give out but I force myself to remain standing. "Ah, Jink's got quite a sight for ya' to see, boy." The second says smugly.

Good, I love seeing things. I remain quiet looking at the sword in the first man's grip. Gritting my teeth and eyeing it for another second I lift my prosthetic up and kick the man in the chest. He yelps and stumbles back as the sword flies from their grip.

I catch it in one hand breaking into a run with the other. "Hey!" The Tijikes shout at my back. Their fingers brush against my clothing but don't stop tearing down the cell block.

I'm going to make it, I'm going to make it. I have to make it. I will. The prison cell door comes quickly and I shove it shut behind myself quickly sliding the sword over the locks.

I don't look back as I continue running hardly noticing the blurring colors swimming past my vision. Toothless is close, I can sense it somehow I just know. I've never been to his cell only seeing him when the Night Fury isn't being as cooperative as Jink wants and he has to use me as...persuasion.

Focus.

Keep running, keep running, keep running.

After avoiding several guards I reach a cell block filled with empty cages. They look big enough to hold dragons. Panting, I move forward through the fell block trying desperately to quiet my loud breathing.

There's nothing here! It's empty cells, empty empty, empty-wait. There's a dark patch towards the back of one of the cells and I move forward towards it. A head lifts a pair of very familiar green eyes opening. Toothless.

He's alive! Yes! I didn't think that the Tijikes really would kill him it's just...

Toothless hisses angrily and I lift up a hand, "Too...th...le..sss..." I whisper. My voice is hoarse and painful to use but I let the word fall out nonetheless. The growls stop and the Night Fury moves forward as close to the cage bars as he can. I rest a hand on his smooth scales a calm rushing through me.

I slip the lock up on the cell door -for some reason the Tijikes refuse to use keys and locks- and pull it open. Toothless shoves against my chest and lets out a happy purr. I wrap my arms around his head gripping the mussel for a moment before sliding it off of his mouth. Shouts ring down the corridor and I look at Toothless.

The Night Fury jerks his head towards his back where the saddle is still resting and I scramble on as Tijikes break into the room. "There 'e is! Don't let 'em get away!" A man commands.

My prosthetic slides into place subconsciously and Toothless growls, his back arching upwards the familiar yet distant sound of his plasma blast ringing up. Toothless twists around and blasts the plasma at the wall and leaps through it. I squeeze my eyes shut as smoke bellows into the room and Toothless moves forward.

I offer no complaint, clicking back his tailfin and ducking in close to his neck as Toothless leaps into the air throwing his wings out. His flight is wobbly and I grit my teeth, ripping my eyes open to look back at the tailfin. It's working fine so why is- Toothless is re-adjusting to the air. This is your fault, Hiccup. You caused this. If not for you he'd still be flying all on his own. Quiet.

Toothless picks up speed quickly skimming over the Tijikes heads and towards the outer defenses. Arrows fly up towards us and Toothless jerks out of the way of dozens before quickly sailing over the walls towards the ocean.

We're free.

After weeks of trying to learn Toothless's location we're finally leaving. I close my eyes releasing a relieved breath as I lean into Toothless's neck, letting him know I'm here.

Maybe I'm still dreaming some distant hallucination in my cell. But the little fluttering bird in my ribcage says otherwise. Toothless's speed gradually slows after time and my exhausted muscles give into defeat. I never slept very well or ever on Tijike. I'm more than a little tired.

I rub my hand across Toothless's head making sure -childish or not- that he hasn't left me. No, he's still there. Alive.

After a long time of struggling to stay awake but every sense within me on high alert, I spot two familiar statues. Huh. It takes nearly a full minute before I recognize it: Berk territory markers.

I squeeze my eyes shut as Toothless himself seems to tense. Where else do we have to go? We'll be fine. We can always hide out in the cove for a few days before heading out.

My heart flutters in my ribcage again begging to be free. To escape. To breathe.

Flutter, flutter, flutter.

Authors Note: Yep, that ending felt abrupt. Sorry, again. Anyway, this story is going to be mostly Hiccup and Toothless based told from their POV's but Hiccstrid and other stuff should weasel it's way in here. I dont have everything planned out yet so the next chapter could take a few days. ;)

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