WARNING: This is a dark story w/ incest, abuse, rape, and eventually character death. Chapter two. Also toothless will not be mentioned in this story. Think of it as instead of meeting Toothless, Hiccup meets his fathers darker side.

***(Hiccup P.O.V.)***

Hiccup was twisiting and turning in his sleep. He was having a horrid nightmare. He shot forward, breathing heavily. Wrong move. As soon as his body sat up he slammed back down onto his bed. Screaming out a cry of pain. His lower half was throbbing badly. Then he realized. His nightmare was more than what it appeared to be. Hiccup threw the covers off himself.

The gown he was wearing wasn't his. It wasn't even a gown. It was one of his fathers rather large shirts. That was all that was needed for the images of last night to fill his mind painfully. He began gasping for air. He was in shock and very scaried. His father had raped him. His own son. His flesh and blood. He vomited.

After finally calming himself down and cleaning his mess, Hiccup slowly made his way down stairs. He moved slowly not only from pain, but so not to alert his father of his presances if he was still home. When he finally made it to the bottom of the stares he stopped. His eyes had travelled around the room and his father was clearly not home, but what had stopped him was where his nightmare had began.

The furs were no longer laying on the floor. There was no evidence of anything that had happened last night, but Hiccup couldn't stop staring at that certain spot on the floor. Where his drunken father had raped him. Had Forced himself on him. He vomited once more, this time not caring to clean it up.

Hiccup trugged to the dinner table in an attempt to sit and think this through. As he attempted to sit he was met with a serious pain in his lower body. Hiccup yelped loudly and fall to the floor. The door to the house slammed open just as his yell came out. The smaller boys head wipped to the entrance and his eyes bulged. It was his father. Hiccup quickly turned to the floor and he began shaking. He was scaried and though he knew why, he didn't at the same time.

As Stoick entered he quickly shut the door to his home and eyed his son, who was now shaking horribly and had his eyes shut tight. Like last night. The larger man shook the thought away. Though Stoick had been overly drunk, he still remembered everything he had done to his son.

After he had empited himself into his boy, he pulled away in shock and stared down at the still boy. Blood covered the floor and his seed was leaking from his lower back. Stoick went to get water and cleaned his child up as well as the floor. Looking over the boy, he saw that though he had ripped the boy, it wasn't too bad and that he wouldn't need to see the healer, but he felt shame. Not just for what he had just done, but because of how much he enjoyed it.

Stoick moved swiftly up the stairs with Hiccup in his arms. He laid the boy gently on the bed. Hoping not to wake him removed the now bloody and torn gown from his body and pulled one of his own shirts onto the boy before caring him to his bed and placing a few more furs onto him. He left his home shortly after.

Now he facing his fully awake and frightened child. He had no idea what to say. He wanted to apologize, but he didn't. He didn't say anything. He just went to his to his son and swiftly picked him up and brought him to his chair, where he carefully set him. All the while Hiccup never opened his eyes or ceased his shaking. His eyes travelled over the boy. More than they needed to.

Hiccup was so much llike his mother. Smaller than most vikings, with stunning emerald eyes. Soft auburn hair, though much short then hers. A slightly freckled face with pale skin. Plump light pink lips. Kind hearted, but so much more fragile then she was ever. He had not touched another women once she passed shortly after bearing Hiccup.

Stoick looked away. He couldn't deny the fact that he enjoyed taking his son last night and he couldn't stop hearing a voice in his head that said he could do it again. Anytime he wanted. He knew Hiccup would never tell a soul. Who would even believe him? Stoick was a strong and mean viking, but he never hurt his own people, till now anyway.

Though hiccup had just woken up it wasn't morning. Nor the afternoon. It was nearly nightfall and though Stoick had decided it would be better to leave Hiccup be and rest, he had spent the day in the Mead Hall. Drinking. He didn't do it for the joy of hearing stories and just 'having a drink.' He did it to forget what he had done, but the more he drank the more he remembered. Remembered how it felt and how much he enjoyed it.

Even though he was no where near as drunk as last night, the large viking was still more than tipsy. Suddenly he felt small hands scratching at his own. Pulling from his thoughts he noticed he had laced his fingers into Hiccups hair, tightly, and had yanked him up out of the chair slightly. He released his grip quickly and Hiccup fall from the chair to the floor at his feet.

Hiccup looked up at his father with fearful eyes. Stoick was watching Hiccup with a hunger in his eyes that made the smaller boy whimper. Before a word was utter Stoick had laced his fingers back into his sons hair and pulled him toward the fire place and let him go.

"Start a fire." Stoick said this in a stern voice. Hiccup looked from the fire place to his father. Unsure whether to do as he was told or try and leave the house. Quickly. His decision was made for him. "NOW!" At his father's words Hiccup jumped and began building a fire. Stoicks eyes watch his son heavily. He reached for the fur that was draped over him and pulled it away. Hiccup turned to his father with fearful and question eyes. Stoick ignored the plea in his sons eyes.

"Finish." Hiccup didn't have to be told twice. He turned back to the fire place and tried to light the logs he had placed in the pit. All the while Stoicks eyes wtached Hiccups backside sway every so often. Even though Hiccup was a boy his body was suited more to a womens shape. His hips had a perfect shape and his ass was round and plump. Without thinking or caring, Stoick reached out and rubbed his sons bottom.

Hiccup quickly flinched from the touch and turned on a dime to his father with shocked eyes. "Please. Don't. Not agai.." Hiccup was interrupted as his father grasped his chin harshly and jerked his face to his own. Without another word Stoick locked his mouth onto his sons. Forcing tongue past Hiccups lips and traveled all over the smaller boys mouth.

Hiccup tried to push away from the larger man, but it was effortless. Stoick was one of the strongest vikings in Berk. Stoicks hand moved from Hiccups chin to the collar of his shirt, (Stoicks over-sized shirt which is a gown on Hiccup), Pulling the boys head to his lap.

:WARNING: Rape & Abuse ahead. Read at your own risk.

"Suck." Stoick's other hand was laced once more into Hiccups auburn hair, keeping his head hovering above his lap. Hiccup opened his mouth, but with a jerk to his hair only a loud cry escaped his lips and Stoick spoke. "From this point forward your going to do whatever I tell you, without one of your damned complaints. Now the only time I wanna see that mouth of yours open is to take my cock into it."As Stoick finished he jerked at Hiccups hair again.

Without a word Hiccup just stared at his father before said man released his hair to allow him to complete his task. The smaller boy slowly, with shaking hands, unclipped his fathers belt and opened his trousers. His face inches from a overly large cock. Glancing up to his father, one finale time, with a pleaing look in his eyes. Stoick only pushed Hiccups face against his thick twtching cock.

Getting on his knees Hiccup placed his hands around his fathers cock. Moving his shaking hands slowly from the tip to the base. Stoick thurst his hips slightly to nudge his son to get on with it. The smaller boy placed his mouth at the tips of the monsterest shaft. It was, in fact, to large to fit into his mouth. A thought of how this thing didn't tare him in half passed his mind.

Working his tongue around the tip he in a circle motion, he felt his father shudder and began making his way down to the base of the now leaking cock. Though Hiccup certainly had never done this type of thing before, he had heard men in the village talk about how they enjoyed it. The boy wanted his father to cum quickly so he could go back to his room and wallow in his shame. Not even thinking if his dad would be satisifed with just a blow job.

With his left hand, Hiccup cupped his fathers balls and rolled them around in his palm. His tongue now licking at the slit of the thick cock like a kitten to a saucer of milk. Stoick was moaning and grunting heavily now. He grabbed his sons hair and forced his large cock down his throat, ignoring the clawing at his thigh and the choking sound Hiccup was making.

He held the smaller boy in place and unloaded his seed deep in his sons thoat, forcing him to swallow everything he had to give.

When Stoick finally released his hold on Hiccup, he pulled away quickly and gulped in fresh air while trying his best to keep from vomiting. Stoick righted himself before saying anything. A smile graced his face. "Good boy. Now go clean up and maybe I'll get you something to eat, He patted his son head and headed out the door. Hiccup watched him leave. Even after his dad was gone, his eyes never left the door.

chapter two! blam. I wonder what will happen when stoick gets back? What will hiccup do now? What his gobber gonna do when he sees hiccup? What will hiccup say? :O review and we shall see.