Hi!
Hiccelsa story here, I really enjoyed writing this and I hope I'll end up carrying on with this fic!
The fic is after Frozen and HTTYD2, but things may not always be inline with the canon of the TV series and such for Dragons (I haven't seen them!).
Disclaimer; the characters, locations and anything else specific to Frozen or How to Train Your Dragom do not belong to me. Sadly I can't have my own Hiccup or Toothless.
There was fire everywhere. The air was thick with smoke and ash, swirling in a haze that licked the walls of the Palace. Screaming and crying villagers fled their homes as armoured men slaughtered those who didn't run fast enough. Monstrous shapes and shadows called into the night, the echoes stirring the sleeping Queen of Arendelle.
Elsa was warm. An unnatural feeling for the Snow Queen. Groggily, she lifted a hand to her forehead, something her mother once did to check Anna for a fever. The skin was hot to the touch, with small beads of sweat beginning to form along her brow. Elsa slowly sat up and reached for the jug of water on her nightstand. The water did nothing to ease her rising temperature, causing Elsa to feel certain that something was definitely wrong.
Just as she was about to head down to the Physician's quarters, a bright flash lit up the room. Elsa, curious at what could be happening outside, stepped towards the nearest window. Pulling aside the drapes, Elsa peered into the night. The devastation that could be seen was nothing short of a nightmare for the young queen, whose eyes were fixed on the dancing flames. Little did the Queen know, there were strangers in her castle. Warriors in thick leather pieces of armour and war paint that cut down all civilians that they encountered, searching for the prize that they had came for: The Snow Queen of Arendelle.
"Elsa! Elsa!" Anna choked her way along the corridor towards her sisters room. The smoke had weakened the princess, who stumbled down the hallway trying not to step on shards of glass. The windows had burst inwards just before Anna left the safety of her bedroom. The door swung open and Anna fell in. Elsa rushed to her aid, the spell the fire had cast over her broken.
"Elsa! What's happening? Are we being attacked? Is it the Southern Isles?"
Elsa shook her head. "I don't know anymore than you, Anna."
Anna ran towards her sister and hugged her just before the door burst off of its hinges, revealing several men, each armed with swords and axes. The yelled in a language foreign to the sisters, in a tone that could only be assumed as triumph. The largest thug pointed at the girls and barked a command. The huge men came towards them, and Elsa tried to stand protectively in front of her sister.
"Who are you?!" Anna yelled, pushing forward. "What do you want with us?"
One of the men swung a heavy looking shield towards Anna and she crumpled, hitting the floor at Elsa's feet with a soft thud. Elsa gasped and knelt to cradle Anna's head. She was unconscious, a bloody gash across her forehead. Elsa looked in horror at the raiders, as the one with the shield once again lifted his weapon.
Elsa woke to a rocking sensation that made her sick to her stomach. She inched her eyes open slowly; they prickled and stung. Everything was bright and painful, and she quickly shut them again. She moaned as a wave of nausea hit her. She tried to move her arms, but they refused to move. Something had happened. Something with Anna.
"Anna?" She moaned. There was no reply from her sister.
"Look 'ere, lads, our prize is finally awake." The voice was definitely masculine and did not sound friendly. A chorus of cheers followed.
"Who is that? Where's Anna?" Elsa struggled against the unknown force holding her back. She forced her eyes open to look at her kidnappers. There were two rows of men in front of her, each moving in a steady rhythm holding long wooden oars. They were on some sort of single decked ship, a vast and seemingly endless span of water around them. There was a man stood in front of her, obviously the leader of this team of brutes and the one who had noticed her consciousness.
"Your sister din't put up much o' a fight." He grinned at her, his teeth black and yellow. "In fact, she barely screamed a' all!" The men around him burst out laughing.
Elsa struggled against her bindings. What had they done to poor Anna? She tried not to listen as they made the jeering comments.
"-so petite and fragile-"
"-wish I could have gotten to know her better, if you know what I mean!"
"-and for a while I thought you'd killed her!" The leader was at clutching his stomach as he doubled over with laughter.
Elsa's hands were tied behind her, attached to a post. She tried, as discreetly as possible, to use her powers, but to no avail. She was too warm, still feverish. Her warmth increased with her worry for Anna and anger towards the marauders. All she could do was glare.
"We've still got a fair distance t' go. Are you going to be our source o' entertainment?" He leered at her. Elsa scowled at him, trying to ignore the rising heat of her face.
"Where is my sister? What have you done with her?"
"You should be more concerned with what's gonna happen to you, my lovely." His grubby hands stroked her hair and then roughly grabbed her chin. "But for now, you can shut that pretty mouth of yours and keep quiet."
The man and his crew laughed as Elsa flushed angrily. The warmth in her cheeks only reminded her of how helpless she had become.
They left her alone for a while after that, and Elsa managed to get what she hoped was a few hours sleep. The men were dripping with sweat as they pushed on through the worsening weather. Pressure had begun to build around them, causing a rise in temperature. Elsa felt as though her skin was melting, the ropes around her wrists biting into her flesh. The ship didn't pass any islands as they progressed, and Elsa began to wonder if these thugs even knew where they were going. From what she could tell from the positioning of the sun, they were headed west. Rations were passed around at noon, but none came Elsa's way. She felt weak and dizzy. Dehydrated.
What's the use of having the control over ice when I can't use it to protect myself?
"As a Chief, you need to follow the alliances and wars of your fellow tribes in order to prepare for a potential battle. This is where many newly instated Chief's end up being so big headed that they think they don't need a plan. They send their best warriors off to battle and expect them to win. They never seem to expect the soldiers bloody heads brought to them on a pike."
Hiccup sighed and rubbed his temples. He was always eager to learn new things about dragons, but politics? Not exactly the easiest subject to concentrate on. A map of the Barbaric Archipelago was stretched out on the table which showed the location of the nearby islands and the Viking tribes that lived there. There were eight tribes that currently occupied the Archipelago, with more tribes residing on islands to the west and the south east. Conflicts were common, but it meant that alliances were always changing. Hiccup, having recently taken over as Chief, had a lot of work to do.
Toothless, Hiccup's Night Fury, was curled up on a nearby bed of rock. The dragon had been incredibly nosey at the start of the lesson, but had quickly decided sleeping would be more fun. The dragon was swishing his tail in his dreams, flicking the prosthetic tailfin he wore around like a bright red flag.
"-and that's when the dolphins decided the birds should celebrate Snoggletog."
What?
Hiccup looked away from his dragon and back to the blacksmith.
"You weren't paying attention, again! Did you mess up your notes this time?" Gobber smirked at the Chief.
Hiccup looked at his notebook sheepishly, half expecting him to have absentmindedly written whatever rubbish Gobber had spouted. Instead, he found he'd barely written two words. Quickly moving his arm to cover the blank pages, Hiccup glanced up again. The shadows in the Chief's house were stretching longer and longer.
"Come on, Gobber," Hiccup sighed. "It's almost sunset. You know that me and Toothless need to take our evening flight."
Gobber pursed his lips. "You and that accursed dragon. You'll do anything to get out of your studies!"
Hiccup grinned at Gobber's words. Gobber sighed dramatically and rolled up the map. "Just because I'm letting you go early tonight does not mean we won't be studying extra early tomorrow. You best be ready for a quiz!"
Hiccup packed up his things and took them upstairs. His room was still as littered with designs for projects and sketches of Toothless as it had been when he was fifteen. The small bedroom didn't give the impression that The Master of Dragons lived there.
He grabbed his flight gear just before hurrying back downstairs. Once he had his armour on, he poked Toothless awake. The dragon was only irritated for a short time before warming up to the idea of a sunset flight. Gobber joked that the pair of them were like an old married couple. Hiccup laughed as he and Gobber exited the Great Hall. The old blacksmith frowned as they came to the path.
"Is that a ship coming in? I didn't think we'd sent anyone out that far today."
Hiccup followed his gaze. A speck of brown could be seen in the distance, obviously a ship of some sort. "That's because we didn't."
Hiccup ran back towards the Chiefs house, grabbing his helmet from the table. "Toothless! Bud! We gotta go!"
Toothless shot towards the ship, nothing more than a black blur to those below. The yells coming from the ship emphasised the fact that they were a little surprised to see them.
"State your reasons for trespass!" Hiccup yelled towards the ship, Toothless circling overhead.
"Trade!" Came the reply.
Toothless swooped down and landed gracefully on the deck. His long tail almost knocked over a good portion of the crew. Hiccup removed his helmet and dismounted, facing a tall, wide man that stood at the bow of the ship.
"I assume you have command of this ship?" Hiccup could see the remnants of war paint and dried blood across the man's skin and armour. The man gave a slow nod.
"M'name is Fritjof, of the No-Man's Clan. Tha' there is a migh'y fine beast you got." He goggled at Toothless, who turned his nose up at him in disinterest.
"What is it you've come to trade?" Hiccup tried to be as polite as possible. A man saying he was from the No-Man's Clan meant he was a sword for hire. Fritjof could end up being unpredictable.
"And what's it to you, mate? We just want to do a little business in this area, is all."
"What type of business are you here for?"
"My boss. He wants one o' your dragons, don't he." Fritjof patted his sword at these words, "I'm 'ere to speak to the chief to do some trading." He looked proud in that moment as though he had done something worthy of praise. Obviously this brute was picked for his brawn rather than his brains, brawn that had definitely taken down a dragon or two in its past.
"I'm afraid you've already met the chief." Hiccup said quietly. Toothless growled and the ridges along his spine began to glow. It took several moments for Hiccup's words to sink in, but then all the man did was burst out laughing.
"You? Chief? Ha! You look more like a toothpick than a chief!"
Toothless snarled. Hiccup gave him a look that said "calm down, you could make things worse." Several of the crew drew their weapons.
"Regardless of my stature, what is it that you wanted to trade?" Hiccup repeated again. He wasn't considering any trade at all, but his curiosity was getting the better of him.
"In exchange for a dragon as mighty as your own, we 'ave our own mighty fine piece to offer." Fritjof took a side step to the left.
Behind him, there was a woman. She appeared to be sleeping, but it was more than likely that she had been knocked unconscious. Her hair, pale as the moon, hung over her face. There was blood in it; so she must have been taken by force.
Hiccup put on his best 'disinterested' look. "Is that all you have to trade?" Vikings were often too proud for their own good. If he acted as though he didn't care, they would more than likely try to persuade him otherwise.
The captain looked annoyed. "This girl happens to be a princess! Can you not tell by her beauty?"
Hiccup examined his nails. "Eh, I've seen better. She's definitely not worth one of my dragons."
The Vikings aboard the ship became outraged. The ship began to rock violently as the heavily armoured men began to protest.
"We wa' sent to get rid of 'er! Will you make a trade wi' us or not?"
Hiccup smiled. "I'll happily take her off of your hands. From that blood in her hair, it would appear that she has been a bit of trouble for you. However, I won't give you a dragon. Think of this as a gift. Bring the Hairy Hooligan tribe something worthy of a trade, and I'll reconsider it."
Hiccup climbed back onto Toothless' back no more than ten minutes later. After a little bit of bartering, (and the exchange of a few pieces of gold) Hiccup had cut the young woman free of her ropes and placed her sleeping form on the Night Fury's back. Night had begun to settle over Berk as the trio swiftly flew towards the island. Gobber had been waiting for them to return, his Hotburple, Grump, by his side. Hiccup quickly explained to Gobber what had happened on the ship, before they moved the No-Man's hostage from Toothless. Hiccup was surprised to find that she was incredibly light, which was probably aided by the fact that she was only wearing a thin blue nightdress. Gobber reasoned it would probably be much easier to keep an eye on her if she was placed under Hiccup's care. Many Vikings passed through the Chief's home, so if she tried to wander off she would quickly be discouraged.
Hiccup carried her, bridal style, though the house and up the stairs. Gobber and Toothless followed dutifully behind him, watching as gently placed her on his bed.
"I sent one of the Thorston twins to go fetch Gothi," Gobber informed his Chief.
Gothi was Berk's Elder and Healer, and was the clear choice for making sure this former captive of Fritjof's was healthy. Hiccup placed the sheets over the girl before leaving Toothless and Gobber to watch over her.
Who was this girl? Fritjof had claimed that she was a princess. But who had demanded that Fritjof "get rid of her"?
Hope it was okay for a first chapter! :D