Warning: This is a rape story. Don't say I didn't warn you.
Also, it is kind of an experiment so don't hold back with your reactions. Scorn and praises, everything is welcome.
Introduction: Instead of staying behind after the battle at Valka's sanctuary, the riders get captured, and find themselves in Draga's Lair (female Drago)
Hiccup wakes to cold darkness. His clothes are gone he notices and he doesn't know where he is. The darkness around him is not the darkness of the night, no. There's no light at all, neither from torches nor the moon and stars. Blindly, he searches his surroundings with his hand as he tries to think.
What has happened?
The ground is hard stone, covered by a thin layer of straw. There's no furniture except a wooden bucket. And there are no walls. No real ones, at least. His fingers find cold metal bars, deeply embedded in the stony ground and higher than he can reach.
A cell.
He is in a cell!
How…
Slowly, he begins to remember. The fight. Dragons against dragons with few humans in between. Valka's Bewilderbeast against that other, darker one. He remembers how Draga, the self-proclaimed mistress of all dragons, had complete control of her Bewilderbeast somehow. How she used it to take control of Toothless and their other dragons. How…
How Toothless killed Stoick and shortly afterward Valka, too, as she came to her husband's rescue.
„No..." Hiccup slums to the ground in anguish. The memory hurts but soon, other worries come to his mind.
What happened to the other riders? Where are Snot and the Twins, Fishlegs and… and where is Astrid? His cell is empty so he calls out in a low whisper. But he gets no reactions.
At least not from his friends or the cells around him.
Somewhere, a door opens and the flickering light of a torch falls into the open room. Then low chuckling echoes toward him, followed by footsteps.
„So, you've finally woken up. What a delight. I almost feared my men hit you too hard." The voice is deep and menacing, but still distinctly female. Draga! The woman is an imposing figure, tall and broad, with black hair falling in curly waves all the way down her back. She wears a long black robe that clings to her well-toned body, with an obscenely low neckline all the way down to her navel and a long cut on either side of the skirt. The sleeves are long, too, covering both her right, normal arm and her left one partially enhanced by metal.
Hiccup grits his teeth and glares at her. He decides not to answer her, whatever the madwoman asks. She is responsible for his parents' death and surely also is keeping his friends prisoner somewhere. The last thing he wants is helping her in any way.
„Oh, what an angry expression," she muses. „Kindly hold that, will you? It suits you."
When Hiccup doesn't react, Draga's eyes wander over his body appraisingly. He remembers that his clothes are gone, but aside from balling his hands into fists at his side, he doesn't dare to react. Covering himself would seem like a weakness to her and he couldn't afford to appear weak.
That doesn't mean he likes her eyes on him!
And her eyes are hungry. She takes in his slender frame that hasn't turned broad no matter how much he's grown, eaten, or trained. His light skin, littered with scars in varying sizes and the freckles that cover him everywhere. His lean muscles working in a forge and riding a dragon have earned him nonetheless and that are clearly visible beneath his skin.
When her gaze reaches his groins, her look becomes predatory. „Mmm, yes, I think we're going to have fun, you and I," she says in a heavy voice that makes Hiccup uncomfortable. Surely, she doesn't mean…
„What do you want?"
The words are out of his mouth before he can hold them back.
Draga's smile turned angelic. „I want you, of course"