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In hindsight he should have known their victory would be short lived. Viggo's apparent death by volcano had seemed unlikely right from the beginning, even though Hiccup and Astrid had witnessed it first hand. Well, sort of. They saw Viggo fall but not what happened after that. They had thought the volcano exploding was a result of the man's body hitting the lava and exploding, and while the thought was appalling and not a fate Hiccup would wish for anyone, it had also been a relief that it was finally over. He should have known better. He had fought many madmen before him who had appeared to have died or been defeated only to suddenly come back twice as strong. The difference was, Viggo didn't announce his return. He didn't seek revenge right away. He had played Hiccup and the riders, made them believe that the war was over and waited until their defenses were down. Worse, this particular plot had been hinted at before Viggo's supposed death, Hiccup just didn't piece it together right away. The tournament had been a well laid out trap. A plan B if the Hunters failed to destroy the Edge and riders. After all, Hiccup never signed up for the tournament yet his entry fees were paid for and he had been sent formal papers scheduling the time of the event. A gut feeling had said not to go, but after battling to save the Edge, the war with the Hunters, Viggo's "death" and Ryker's, the gang had voted to take a mini vacation and enjoy the tournament. They would have been better off going back to Berk.

The tournament was legit and Hiccup played each game with skill but it everything felt wrong, as if he was being watched from all sides. Of course the tournament had drawn a large crowd and spectators were all around him, but things just felt odd. He was proven right when he won his next match against a hooded figure who did not speak and his right hand was scarred with burns only a few weeks or months old. Ehen the game was over, Hiccup had walked away, feeling lost and unsure of himself while the others wandered around to check out vendors and other events. That's how they were captured, one at a time, lured by one curiosity or another. Hiccup was last. He stood on the shoreline, staring out over the Archipelago, wondering what he was doing there. It wasn't for the life size Maces and Talons game set, he could do without that, regardless what Snotlout and the Twins said. It may have been curiosity but that had died shortly after arrival.

"You look troubled," a hoarse voice stated from behind him, the sound muffled by a scarf but seemingly familiar. "Are you not enjoying yourself?"

Hiccup shrugged, his mind lost in thought. "I shouldn't be here," he confessed. "This isn't really my thing. Someone else was supposed to be here. He's all for endless hours of Maces and Talons. Heck, he'd probably be in Valhalla competing for the gold."

"And you're not?"

"I like playing for the fun of it. Competing…that's something my friends are more into than me." He gave a snort. "I'm actually surprised none of them signed up."

"The entrance fee is quite expensive and they usually only allow royals and those of noble blood to compete," the man explained as he neared Hiccup.

The youth gave a low grunt. "That's a stupid rule. " He glanced toward the man when a large hand descended on his shoulder. "If I was in charge it would be open to the…" His brows furrowed as he met the man's dark brown gaze and then quickly widened in surprise as he tried to step away. "Viggo?" A gasp escaped him as something sharp was jammed into the side of his neck. He quickly became light headed before toppling over and into the man's waiting arms.

"Hello, Hiccup Haddock the Third," Viggo Grimborn breathed into his ear just before consciousness faded away.

Capturing six rider, two Berserkers and seven dragons should not have been such an easy task but when Hiccup awoke he was surround by his friends in a narrow but richly decorated long house. The sound of cheering and chanting could be heard just outside. They still at the tournament but no longer as guests. Hiccup glanced around. He and his friends were bond and gagged, each tied to a stake jutting out of the ground and seeming supporting the roof of the structure. The wood was strong, there was no breaking free.

"Is everyone okay?" he asked, looking about at his friends.

He was flanked by Dagur right and Heather to his left. Both Berserkers looked in fair health, although Dagur looked as if he might have a black eye and there were fresh bruises to his left arm. Next to him was Fishlegs then Astrid who stared at Hiccup with wide, worried eyes. Across from her was Snotlout. Ruffnut and Tuffnut were between him and Heather. They formed a semi circle facing toward what appeared to be a large throne.

"We're fine, Hiccup," Astrid assured even though it was obvious they weren't.

Everyone was tied to an individual post, angled in a way to face one another as well as see the throne. Their arms were bond behind them as were their ankles, forcing everyone to their knees and making escape just that much harder.

Hiccup fought down his fear. "Anyone injured?" he asked, needing to take stock of everyone.

"Only my pride," mumbled Dagur, looking a mix of angry and pouty.

"They drugged most of us," Fishlegs explained, a high pitch whine in his voice. "And they took our dragons."

"We'll get them back, Fishlegs. I promise," Hiccup assured.

He tested the ropes around his wrists, hoping to wiggle free but it was no good. They were tight.

"Oh, you will, my dear Fishlegs," a familiar voice purred as the hooded man entered the chamber, followed by well over a dozen warriors. "As ling as Hiccup agrees to my terms."

There was stunned silence as the man removed his hood, proving he was indeed Viggo Grimborn, scarred by the heat and flame of the volcano but very much alive. Next to him stood Ryker, he, too, alive and well. The riders began talking all at once, surprised and confused by the sudden turn of events. All except Hiccup. He glared at the man, disgusted with himself for ever feeling sorry for the brothers and foolishly believing they had perished in the battle, let alone turned against each other. Viggo had played them.

The man sat in the throne with a flourish, ignoring the questions and curses coming from the riders and meeting Hiccup's glare head on. It was as if nothing else mattered except the leader of the riders. "Gag them. All except Hiccup," he ordered his men.

The riders tried to resist but within minutes their protests were muffled. Not quite silence but enough to make Viggo happy.

It made Hiccup happy as well. As much as he loved his friends, it was hard to think when they all got going, especially Snotlout and Astrid. He took a deep breath to calm his nerves.

"What do you want, Viggo?" Although revenge was obvious.

Viggo studied him for a long moment in silence, those deep brown eyes seemingly boring a hole deep into Hiccup's head. "Revenge would be too obvious, no?" he finally asked. He tented his fingers before him as he leaned forward in the throne. "But the kill you and your friends would be too simple, especially after all the pain YOU caused. No, my dear Hiccup, I have something far better planned for you and your friends. Honestly, I think they may approve. If not…well people can be hurt."

Hiccup's eyes narrowed.

"Oh don't look so upset. I'm about to make you a very generous offer." Viggo sat back in his throne. "Bring him to me," he ordered Ryker.

The elder Grimborn gave a grunt before stomping toward Hiccup and cutting his ropes, all except those binding his arms too his torso. It was only then Hiccup realized he wasn't wearing his tunic or armor. The reason why took a few extra seconds to click in as he was hauled to Viggo then thrown at his feet. It took a moment or two to right himself so he could glare at the Hunter Chieftain.

"Look around you, Hiccup," Viggo instructed, gesturing towards the warriors surrounding his friends. "Everyone of these men have suffered due to you and your riders. They've nearly died or lost friends because of you. They would like nothing more than to make each one of you suffer. And they will, slowly and very painfully until each rider begs for death. I will save your beloved Astrid for last because her torture will be your undoing."

Hiccup's face hardened in hatred and his hands balled into fists behind his back. He had no doubt in his mind Viggo would order such a thing.

The man smiled softly at him, almost lovingly., as if they were the best of friends and talking about nothing more than the weather. "But you can save them. Surrender to me, do as I wish, and none of them will be harmed."

"And what do you want?" Hiccup growled, unable to hide his hatred for this man.

"Your utter and total humiliation."

Hiccup glared at him but he wasn't quite sure what Viggo meant. Was he challenging him to another game of Maces and Talons? "Okay…so to free my friends you want to embarrass me?"

"In a manner of speaking," Viggo agreed. He reached down and stroked Hiccup's before grabbing a fist full of hair and yanking Hiccup forward so that their faces were only inches apart. "Do you know the torture my men have planned for your friends…especially the women?" He waited until Hiccup's eyes widened in acknowledgement before continuing. "Many of these men have not been able to go home to their wives or livers because of you. They need release. It's up to you if I let them."

Hiccup's breath hitched in sudden understanding. "You're not that sick and twisted," he breathed in horror.

"Normally, no, but once you've looked death in the eye it changes you." He released Hiccup's hair and ran his fingers down this slim throat to his bare chest. "Of course, you can save them. Bow to me, agree to my terms, and you can all walk away."

"And if I don't?"

"Then you watch as my men have a lovely orgy with your friends. The like going two to three at a time…especially with the women."

Hiccup couldn't help but glance quickly at Astrid. His stomach in horror at the very thought of anyone touching her. She was a great warrior but in her present position not even she could save herself right now.

"Fine," he conceded. "But let them go first."

Viggo chuckled and ruffled Hiccup's hair. "Ahh…that is not how this game works, my boy. They are to bare witness to your humiliation so that you don't forget. Shall we get started or do you need a demonstration?"

Hiccup's gaze shifted back to Astrid. She was shaking her head, telling him to say no, but she did not hear what was at stake. Hiccup had no choice. To save her and their friends he had to agree. He shook his head. "I'll do it."

"That's a boy," Viggo purred, unbuckling his lower armor then opening his trousers to unleash his cock.

For a moment Hiccup stared at it in horror, as if engaging with a particularly dangerous dragon and seemingly not comprehending what he was supposed to with it.

"Surely you're not a virgin. Astrid must have given you head by now," Viggo chuckled in amusement. "Oh this is a treat. A virgin heir. Perhaps I should have Astrid show you what to do." He moved to gesture for Ryker to grab the girl but Hiccup quickly intervened.

"No…I…I'll do it, just leave her alone," he pleaded. He had no clue what he was doing or what was expected of him. All he really had for reference was to stupid stories Snotlout told about how women were supposed to suck a guy's cock before it went inside her to make it easier and that if done right it felt really good. Not that Snotlout actually knew anything when it came to that sort stuff but it was all Hiccup had to work with.

He ignored the muffled protests of his friends as he lowered his head to Viggo's cock. It was thick and long, semi hard with big fat veins running along the length, pumping blood to the tip. He could bite it, rip the offense appendage off Viggo and cause unbelievable and unrepairable damage. But that would get them all killed. For a few moments all he do was stare at it in a mix of horror and fascination. It didn't smell bad, thankfully. Viggo seemed like the type of guy who washed a little more than necessary and Hiccup appreciated it at the moment. There was a scent that was distinctly Viggo and a little sweat but nothing truly bad. The cock seemed to twitch, as if beckoning Hiccup, calling him to it, promising it wasn't as bad as it seemed. All the while Viggo patiently carded his fingers through his hair.

"The sooner you start the sooner you finish," the man cooed but didn't force Hiccup's head down.

Taking a deep breath, Hiccup steeled himself. Viggo was right, the sooner he started the sooner they could all leave. He could do this. He had to do it. He had no clue what he was doing.

He closed his eyes and took the head in his mouth. No licking or teasing just directly into his mouth.

Ryker laughed. "He's got gusto," he said, grinning down at the boy. "I hope he does more than just hold it in his mouth."

Viggo chuckled as he stroked Hiccup's hair. "Putting your mouth on it won't be enough, my dear. You need to tease it with you tongue and suck deeply. You're never going to save you friends unless you do it right."

There was stunned silence from the riders and Hiccup hated to think what they must be thinking of him right now. Hiccup hated himself for having to do this but he had no choice. He was their leader. It was his job to protect them so he did as Viggo instructed. He ran his tongue over the meat in his mouth – he refused to think about what it really was – and sucked deeply from the tip, fearful of what may fill his mouth at any given moment. Eventually Viggo gave him other directions, to bob his head and relax his throat. He talked louder now, no longer whispering but letting everyone know exactly what Hiccup was up to and how good a job he was doing. Hiccup's cheeks turned scarlet with embarrassment but he tried not to think of his friends. All he wanted was to be done and then him and his friends get the hell out of there.

And then Viggo was yanking Hiccup's head back. The youth only had a moment to try and understand before the man's hot seed sprayed across his face for all to see.

"Wonderful job, Hiccup," Viggo praised, pulling the boy up so that he stood between his legs.

Dazed, Hiccup had a brief moment of victory, thinking it was all over and they were about to be freed when he found his trousers being removed. "What…wait…" He wasn't given any time to understand. He was turned around to face his horrified friends, his trousers and skivvies tangled around his ankle and prosthetic while Viggo felt up his ass. He would have covered his groin if his hands weren't tied behind his back, and Viggo wasn't suckling on them. "Oh gods," Hiccup breathed, wishing he could disappear.

That wasn't nearly as bad Viggo's finger circling his rear entrance. Hiccup tensed, his eyes wide as he felt the digit press against it, rubbing and wiggling until it pushed passed the rig of muscle and inside.

"No!" he cried, trying to pull away only for Viggo to wrap an arm around his waist and hold him in place.

"You can handle it," he purred. "Remember, it's you or them. Just relax your muscles."

Hiccup gave a low whine as the finger jerked in and out of him. "Please stop," he begged, his insides on fire as his muscles were stretched and scraped.

"Then pick your replacement," Viggo said just loud enough for the others to hear.

Hiccup looked at his friends, met their horrified expressions and knew he couldn't asked one of them to take his place. It was wrong. This was wrong. But he had to be strong. He had to do this to save his friends. With a swallowed sob, he choked back his fear and tried to relax.

"That's right, Hiccup, relax and take it in. Such a good boy," Viggo cooed, adding a second finger then a third, scissoring them inside the boy to loosen him up. "A lively little virgin ass," he mused, tempted to fist Hiccup in way of punishment for all the hel he had caused the Hunters. He kept himself in check and worked the tight right of muscle until he could fit four fingers inside the youth then pulled them out. By then his length was good and hard again and ready to get to business. With on hand on Hiccup's hip he guided the boy onto his lap until the head of his cock met tender freckled ass. "Sit," he instructed, not forcing Hiccup down but not letting him up either.

For one brief moment fear consumed Hiccup and he forgot why he was doing this and tried to fight but Viggo had the upper hand. Mix gravity with an unstable one legged Viking and a determined chieftain, Viggo penetrated Hiccup without having to buck into him. The boy gave a scream and tried launching forward to get away only to have Viggo grabbed him by the throat and pull him back before lounging back in his throne, his length encased in Hiccup sweet heat.

"Sh…the first penetration is always the hardest," he soothes, as if taming a wild animal. He pulled Hiccup legs open to show their joining to the disgusted riders. "But we fit perfectly, just as I knew we would." His fingers travelled down to stroke at their joining and tease Hiccup limp manhood, all the while keeping his other hand around Hiccup's throat where the youth's heartbeat could be felt, like to beating of a small bird's wing.

Hiccup tried to turn his head away, to look anywhere but at his friends. He didn't want to see the anger, hurt or pity in their eyes.

"No…my pet, look at them, let them see how much you enjoy them looking at you," Viggo purred.

Hiccup whimpered and shock his head.

"Don't been so stubborn. Your people need to see a strong leader. Look at them as you ride my cock."

The youth refused. He shut his eyes tightly, praying that Viggo would hurry up and get it done with.

"You're making unnecessarily hard, my dear," Viggo reprimanded before calling for his brother.

Hiccup's eyes snapped open, fearing the worse, but Ryker didn't go for Astrid or one of the others. He grabbed Hiccup by the hair as Viggo stood, cock still firmly up Hiccup's ass, then shoved his head down until it was level with Ryker's groin while Viggo rearranged his legs, the prosthetic now gone. Hiccup had only a moment to realize what the brothers intended before he found himself skewered between the two, Viggo up his ass while Ryker was down his throat. He stood on only his foot, his leg up on Viggo's shoulder while the man quite literally drilled him. There was no way to hide his face either. Ryker had him positioned in such a way that the back of his head was pressed against the man's stomach while his cock rammed into Hiccup's mouth. One large hand fisted in the youth's hair to keep him facing his friends so that they had a full view of everything the brothers were doing to him. Ryker's free hand pinched and twisted Hiccup's left nipple, giving the riders a good show.

Hiccup never felt so weak or helpless before. Shame filled him as he was forced to look at his friends. Some stared back, unable to look away thanks to the warriors forcing their heads forward. Fishlegs and Heather had their theirs eyes tightly closed but they could clearly hear Hiccup's cries and whimpers mixed with the absurdly loud slapping of wet flesh.

"I think they like watching him get fucked," Ryker mused, thrusting up into Hiccup's mouth. Sometimes get got a clean shot and went straight into the boy's throat, others he poked the cheek or rammed the roof of his mouth. "Two are getting pretty hard."

"I noticed," Viggo agreed, rotating his hips to get at Hiccup's sweet spot. "Almost done, Hiccup. Tighten your muscles and suck Ryker down your throat and then your friends are free."

Hiccup whimpered. His inside felt weird, a mix of pain and a strange sense of pleasure that came every time Viggo hit something deep inside of him. It felt perverse and wrong and he didn't like that it felt good when it was hit just right. Nonetheless, he did as he was told and squeezed his inner muscles as tight as he could, hoping Viggo would finish. At the same time he sucked and bobbed his head and did everything he could think off to get Ryker off. He gave a surprised yelp when something hot seemed to shoot through his ass and into his guts. He immediately felt sick and nauseous when he realized Viggo had cum inside him. The man pulled up and some of his seed followed to spill down Hiccup's thighs. Then there was only Ryker left. The man's cock squirted cum down his throat but only a small amount. He pulled out of Hiccup's mouth and before Hiccup had a chance to so much as draw a decent breath, he was lifted up and a new cock slammed into his ass. He cried out but his voice was nothing more than a hoarse whimper. The large man held him by his hips and bounced him up and down on his length as he casually strolled toward Dagur.

"I think this particular fantasy was once yours," Ryker taunted as he pulled out of Hiccup to turn the youth around so that he was facing the Berserker.

Hiccup was slipping in and out of consciousness now. His insides hurt but the next thing he know, his arms were free and he was clinging to a post for dear life as Ryker thrust into him once more. This time he there was some warm before him, brushing against his aching length. A face, the nose hitting his cock with each forward thrust and hot breath tickled him. Ryker found that sweet spot that Viggo had taunted before and Hiccup let out a scream as pleasure and pain became one. Hot cum shot up into his guts to mix with Viggo's them spilled down his thighs as Ryker pulled out. Then the man was gone and Hiccup found himself falling.

He didn't pass out, although he wished he did. It was better than meeting the gazes of his concerned friends, especially Dagur's. His face was smeared with cum. The Berserker blinked down at him, concern obvious on his face. But there was something else, something reminiscent of the old Dagur and it frightened Hiccup deep to his core.

"Alright, he did what you wanted," Astrid snapped as the riders were ungagged. "Now give him his clothes and let us go."

Viggo was once more lounging in his throne. "By all means, my dear Astrid. You and your friends are free to go," he said sweetly. "However, Hiccup stays."

"What?" Astrid yelled.

The other riders echoed her anger, yelling and cursing Viggo.

"He negotiated your release, not his own," the Hunter chief explained calmly. He gave Astrid a serene smile. "But I'm not without compassion. I want Hiccup to pay for what he has done, what he has led the lot of you to do." He studied the youths before him, some still aroused. A twisted grin lifted his lips. "I'll give an option, just as I did Hiccup. If you want to save him…entertain me."

Astrid's face drained of color. "I…uh…alright." She swallowed the lump in her throat. "I'll let you…"

Viggo raised his hand and gave a little laugh. "Oh no, my dear. You misunderstand. It's not I you'll be fucking, it's him." He gestured to Hiccup's semi conscious form. "All of you." His grin grew. "Or watch as these fine men screw him until he can no longer walk let alone sit." He waved toward his warriors who all eyed Hiccup with interest. "Now…who's first?"