"This is my bedroom chamber." Drago's voice was quiet and raspy.
He forced the large metal door open with his foot, eyes never leaving that of the dragon boy's.
The boy stared at him warily for a moment but when Drago didn't move, the young Viking drew in a breath and slowly walked passed him and through the doorway. The Nightfury followed close behind after tucking its wings in tightly so it could fit through.
Drago followed with a grin and slowly closed the metal door behind him.
The boy was examining the room and the dragon was sniffing the floor curiously.
It was an enormous, dark chamber and the only light came from a large candle sitting on a vertical barrel by the bed. The bed itself was a massive wooden thing covered by a quilt made mostly of bear fur. The only other objects in the room were old books and weapons settled against the walls on the floor, including Drago's staff-like spear.
Drago watched the boy carefully. His thin form moved back and forth slightly as he observed just about every inch of the chamber. He even ran his hand over the fur of the bed curiously before turning and looking up at Drago.
He seemed taken aback by the way the older man was eyeing his body but the boy stood tall and kept his chin up.
"Uh…can I ask why we're in here?"
Drago continued to stare at him while he replied. "This is where you'll stay."
The boy's face immediately twisted in confusion and then he shared a look with his dragon before gazing back up at the man, bewildered.
"Oh…uh…this kind of hospitality isn't necessary. We are prisoners after all! Any old lockup will be fine, really."
Drago fixed the boy with sharp narrow eyes and the youth awkwardly scratched the back of his head and cleared his throat.
"Ahem…okay, bedroom it is." He murmured.
The Nightfury sniffed at the bed fur and snorted loudly before turning around and looking back and forth between his rider and the dark man standing before them.
Drago's gaze took in the boy's lithe form and he cocked his head to the side. The young Viking was fiddling with the straps on his clothing while under the man's scrutiny but he straightened when Drago took a step forward.
Drago took another step and the boy's eye widened but he stood as tall as he could and kept his head raised. He held his ground.
Drago was used to challenging dragons. He would show his strength and power and force every dragon he met to submit and obey him. They all saw him as their alpha and he liked it that way.
However, this boy was different and Drago wondered what it would take to make him submit. How could he make this boy obey him like every other dragon did, to bow and worship his presence?
The boy was beautiful in the candlelight. It lit up his messy hair and reflected in those wild green eyes. It was like something exotic and forbidden and Drago was starting to admire everything about him.
By the third step the Nightfury was on guard. It growled threateningly as Drago moved towards its rider. A black, mismatched tail flipped upwards to curl around the boy's legs protectively.
"Keep that dragon calm or I'll throw it overboard." Drago said quietly, eyes never leaving those bright green ones.
The boy looked surprised and quickly put a hand towards his dragon to calm him down.
"Shh it's okay, bud!"
The dragon quieted down but continued glaring at Drago.
The man stopped just an inch away and the boy refused to take a step back. He remained where he stood, body straight and stiff with his hand still held out towards his dragon. His head tilted downwards but his eyes remained locked with Drago.
It was definitely not a submissive pose.
However, he could see the boy breathing faster and he knew he was holding back a fight or flight response.
Drago looked briefly down at the Nightfury to see yellow eyes examining him. The dragon's legs were bent and it was just waiting for Drago to cross the line.
His eyes returned to the green ones before him and he slowly brought his hand around to the boy's right leg. Those same green eyes looked down to track the movement of his hand and the younger let out the breath he had been holding when Drago removed his retractable sword with a click.
He lifted the object and examined it with raised eyebrows. "Quite an odd weapon."
"Yeah well, odd is my middle name." The boy replied.
Drago could feel the boy's breath against his chin and it thrilled him to the core. A crooked smile appeared on his face as he tucked the object away in the darkness of his cloak.
"There is indeed something different about…this." Drago's eyes scanned the lithe body before him.
The young Viking let out a huff and shifted his weight to his good leg.
"I'm pretty sure you just gestured to all of me."
Drago grunted in response and out of curiosity he slowly brought his hand forward and simply placed it on the side of the boy's leather clad waist. His hand was large in comparison and his thick fingers easily covered half of the body's width. He let his hand rest there and the boy's eyes locked onto it before lifting both arms away from himself, as if that hand was a leech.
"Uh, can I help you?" the boy breathed in surprise.
The Nightfury hissed and his rider spoke to calm him down again.
"Hold still." Drago demanded and the boy's eyes shot up to stare at him in shock. His body immediately tensed as he braced himself for what this man was about to do.
However, Drago moved slowly and both the boy and the dragon watched carefully as his large hand traveled upwards against brown leather. Stubby fingers felt every clasp and buckle until his fingertips slid under the gray cover on the boy's top. He forced his hand upwards until it lay flat against the boy's chest. He could feel the young Viking's heart hammering through the leather and he could feel the chest expanding with each quick breath.
"Um…" the boy spoke nervously and stared down at his chest plate.
Drago studied the boy's face and then brought his hand back out to trail a finger against the edge of the leather. The youth leaned back and gritted his teeth as that finger came closer to his neck but he still held his ground.
Then Drago slowly leaned forward and the boy turned his head to the side, probably expecting to have a threat whispered into his ear but instead, Drago licked at the boy's freckled neck and simultaneously snuck his hand down to grope the boy's ass.
That had crossed a line.
The dragon boy gasped loudly and immediately shoved his hands against Drago's chest. He fell backwards onto the floor, wide eyes staring up at the dark man in horror.
A second later the Nightfury was standing protectively over its rider. It roared up at Drago, black wings fanning out in a threatening gesture.
Drago laughed and raised his only hand as a sign of peace while backing up.
"Make yourself at home, dragon boy." He stated just before walking out of the room and closing the metal door behind him with a loud clang.
Toothless held his pose until he was sure the strange man was gone for good. Then the dragon's wings dropped and he twisted around to inspect the boy underneath him.
Hiccup was taking deep breaths in an attempt to calm himself down. He propped himself up against the framing of the bed and ran a hand down his face.
That had certainly caught him by surprise.
But to be honest, Hiccup had been expecting a lot worse. Though he had tried to act confident when boarding this ship, secretly he had been bracing himself for some kind of awful torture or cruel treatment. He had expected Drago to demand information on everything he knew about dragons or Berk or maybe the other bewilderbeast, and he had been expecting Drago to hurt him physically in an attempt to get that information.
He was certain the man had touched him as a way to intimidate him and catch him off guard. But even if the man did bring him here to do…that to him…well, at least it was better than being blatantly tortured.
Still…Hiccup couldn't help the fear creeping up his spine or the sickly feeling that was settling in his stomach.
Toothless grumbled up at him with wide eyes and black ears pointing straight up. Hiccup ran a hand over the dragon's head and smiled at him.
"It's okay. I'm alright, bud."
The Nightfury cooed and started sniffing Hiccup all over. He trailed his snout in the same place that Drago had trailed his hand. When he got to the boy's neck he picked up a trace of the strange man's scent and immediately licked the area to replace the smell with his own.
"Ugh!" Hiccup leaned away from his dragon and wiped at the spot.
"Thanks, but I've been licked enough for one day."
The dragon grumbled in reply and used a wing to pull the boy back towards him so that he could continue his inspection.
Hiccup sighed deeply and scratched the dragon's chin as he continued sniffing him.
"Toothless...what have I gotten us into?"
"Any sign of him?"
Stoick looked up to see Cloudjumper descending towards him with Valka standing on his back.
Stoick gave his own dragon a quick pat and it slowed its pace. "I'm afraid Skullcrusher lost his scent quite a ways back. He must have done something to throw us off his trail."
All of them had been woken up that morning by the sound of Astrid's shouts after finding Hiccup and Toothless missing from the cave.
The girl had immediately bolted on her Deadly Nadder in a frantic search for her boyfriend but before the others could follow her lead, Stoick had called all of their attention to devise an organized search party. He had ordered them all to split up and scan the ocean for Drago's fleet and if any of them were to find it or any sign of Hiccup they were to fly back and tell Stoick immediately.
So far they had searched for hours without any luck. Not even Skullcrusher, the best tracker they had, was successful this time around.
Stoick just hoped that if Astrid found him before they did that she wouldn't try anything foolish.
He was trying very hard not to think about what Drago could be doing to his son right now.
Valka swooped lower and looked down at her husband with desperate eyes.
"I don't…" She began and then paused.
"I haven't…grown up with him like you have, so I don't know…why would he do this, Stoick?
She searched his eyes and he reached up to take her hand in his own.
"If he thinks he can stop Drago by givin' himself up then by Thor, he'll do just that. He's as stubborn as his mother, that lad." Stoick said.
A sad smile graced Valka's lips and she wiped at her eyes before taking a shaky breath.
"I just got my boy back, only to have him taken from me. We spent less than a day together." Her voice was barely above a whisper.
Stoick's hand squeezed her own and he looked up into her beautiful eyes, the same eyes she had passed on to their only son.
"We'll find him and get him back. That, I can promise ya."
She smiled back at him just as Gobber and his dragon came into view.
"Any luck Gobber?" Stoick called out to him.
The blacksmith lifted his golden mask and shook his head.
"Old Grump here ain't quite as fast as a Nightfury." Gobber replied.
Stoick sighed. "You'd think a dragon could at least catch up with an entire fleet of ships."
"Well if they had that giant beastie pullin' them along, there's no tellin' where that ship has ended up." Gobber added.
Valka gasped and Stoick spun around to see her face light up in realization.
"He has a bewilderbeast!" She breathed. Her eyes were flickering back and fourth thoughtfully.
"Aye?" Stoick pressed, brow furrowed.
Valka looked down at the other two Vikings and smiled.
"I think I know a way to find him."
Drago continued banging against the giant chain that was guiding his ship along.
He looked up and examined the massive glaciers that surrounded his fleet making them difficult to find, even for a group of dragon riders.
He gave the chain one last beating before turning away from the front of his ship. The only thing he was interested in now was staying hidden. It was something he knew his men wouldn't complain about. He had forced all of them to work sleepless nights with no break while they were building his dragon army, so no one dared question why Drago's motives had changed, so long as they were allowed to rest and work normally.
Drago walked towards the lower deck and his armored dragons bowed as he passed.
It was morning now and he knew his dragon boy would probably be awake soon.
He dismissed the soldier he had ordered to keep watch outside of his bedchamber door and carefully pushed it open, trying to be as quiet as possible.
The candlelight flickered in the darkness of the room. Drago fully expected to see his prisoner sleeping on the bed and wrapped in bear fur, but to his surprise the bed was empty.
His eyes widened and he wondered how the boy could have escaped until he noticed the Nightfury was still present in the room.
He carefully walked closer and examined the large beast. It was curled up like a cat in the corner with its wings tucked and its tail curled around itself. It's back rose as it breathed steadily in deep slumber.
Then Drago spotted the boy's face directly next to the Nightfury's own. The dragon had its entire body curled around its rider's and it used its front feet to cradle the boy's head as they slept.
The creature grumbled in its sleep and pulled the boy closer as though it could sense Drago's presence.
As he thought about it, is seemed logical that his dragon boy would rather sleep with a dragon then on a bed. He was more like a dragon than a human, after all.
Since there was no way he could reach the boy with that dragon wrapped around him, Drago left the room and waited for the boy to wake up on his own.
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