The sensation of water dripping on his forehead woke Hiccup up. Confusion filled him and his first thought was that the roof had a leak and that his father would mostly like have him climb up to fix it. Normally that would be Stoick's job since he insisted on all the repairs when Hiccup was young to keep him from causing more damage, but over the last few years Hiccup had been doing it. Stoick hated to admit that he was getting older and hauling all the tools were starting to bother his back. "Thanks Thor for your dragons," he would say, as if Hiccup somehow owned all the dragons on Berk.

Another drip hit Hiccup's forehead and he grimaced in annoyance. He had to get up and deal with it before his father found out. The last thing he wanted was another excuse to stay home when there was already so much he had to do…like deal with that stupid bounty Viggo put on his head…

He inhaled sharply as his foggy memory suddenly came rushing back. The bounty. There had been bounty hunters after him. Two had captured him, then Savage took him from them. Thork had rescued him only for the strange guy from the auction to knock them both out and take him. There had been a fight with the Dragon Hunters, the Ryker had him…he had really been passed around a lot in one day…and then… Pain jolted from his stomach, as it someone had ran him through with a particularly dull blade and twisted it up into his guts. His ass didn't feel much better. It stung in much the same way, both pains connecting somewhere in the middle.

He tried shifting his lower body to get in a more comfortable position but it seemed his lower half was stuck. He tried lifting his head but couldn't. He tried his arms but they too would not move. It took a moment to make sense of it as another drip of ice cold water landed on his forehead. He was strapped to a table, his arms and legs bound to a table. Wooden slabs were on either side of his head, pressing against his ears and a leather strap ran over his jaw and the top of his head, preventing him from moving his head. He was trapped in that position with no chance of escape.

Another drip of cold water made in jump. Opening his eyes, he was met with the sight of a crude iron pipe directly above his head with a bead of water building on the end. "What in Thor?" in whispered in confusion.

"I know, it's a rather strange form of torture," Viggo said somewhere off to Hiccup's left. The youth tried turning his head but couldn't only move his eyes in that direction. The Dragon Hunters chief stepped into his line of vision and smiled serenely at him.

"What do you want?" Hiccup demanded, trying to sound defiant. His voice came out breathy when Ryker loomed over him. His stomach churned in remembered agony.

"My dear Hiccup, all I want is an end to this foolish war you started," Viggo purred, his hands clasped behind his back.

"I didn't start this. You were hunting dragons," Hiccup objected, not understanding how this was his fault. Ryker had implied the same thing but it still made no sense.

"Oh Hiccup, my poor naïve Hiccup," Viggo drowned with a shake of his head. "You've disappointed me so much lately. That brilliant mind of yours still refusing to understand." He sighed, the smile leaving his face, replaced by a more sober one.

Hiccup winced as another drop of water it his forehead.

"You're still under the impression that your way of life is the only right one," Viggo continued. "Sadly, my boy, not everyone can have such luxury. Do you not stop and worry about the animals your people kill for food or skins? The fish you eat?"

"What?" Hiccup asked, as the drop of water rolled drop the side of his head and into his hair as a cold reminder of the next to follow.

"You concern yourself with the well being of dragons yet to us they are no different than the animals your people slaughter for food and fur," Viggo explained. "We trade in dragon skins and meat and some for labor, much as you people do with oxen and sheep. Dragons are our livelihood."

It was the same thing Ryker said but it still made little sense to Hiccup. "There are better ways. If you need to trade there are many tribes that would be more than happy to without harming dragons," he insisted. More water fell on his head. It was hard to predict when the next drop would occur.

"Perhaps, but dragons bring in a lot more revenue than farm animals."

"Okay, you may have a point," Hiccup conceded. "I'm not saying it's right but there has to be a better way. My father.."

"Is not a part of this. You started this war, Hiccup, and a man takes responsibility for their actions," Viggo chided. He touched Hiccup's left thigh. "You are the leader of the Dragon Riders, therefore their actions fall on you. For each ship they attack, for each man that has died to support our tribe, falls upon you. For every bit of profit we lost and could not give our tribesmen, our women and children…all of it is because of you. Does that make you feel superior, knowing my tribe may starve to death because of your idealism?"

The youth gaped at him. "That was never my intent."

Viggo nodding in understanding. "All good intentions come at a price. And now you will pay for what you've done to us. This is just a mild torture. You'll spend the day here, alone with your thoughts. I do hope you learn to respect you neighboring tribes. I'd hate for this to go on any longer than necessary. I'll be back in a few hours to check on you." The man turned to leave before remembering one last detail. "The table is designed to collect to water. IF it get above your ears do let someone know. I would hate for you to drown." He gave a small chuckle and strolled out of the cavern with Ryker.

"Viggo! VIGGO!" Hiccup yelled after him. He tried to struggle but could barely move. It didn't stop him. He tried thrashing but other than raising his hips an inch he couldn't do much.

Okay, think, Hiccup, he told himself, trying to keep from panicking. What did he have to work with. His prosthetic was gone, lost when the masked Hunter had grabbed his leg when they rolled over the cliff. So even if he could wiggle out of the bounds he couldn't really go far.

Drip.

He winced. What was in the room he could work with? He move his head to see. If he could free his head he could at least look around. He tried lifting his head then twisting it to no avail, all he accomplished was pinching his ears. He slumped back in annoyance.

Drip.

Water went know his eyes this time. He blinked it away and frowned at the faucet. Why did the Hunters have a pipe running inside a cave? He was no doubt in a cave or cavern of some sort underground. He smirked at that. They had literally forced the Hunters underground. He felt a little bit of pride at that. But pride turned to worry as he considered what both Grimborns had told him. Were they really in the dragon hunting business to support their tribe? Did the sale of dragons go into making sure they had enough food and supplies for the harsh winters the Archipelago always experienced? Did that mean they couldn't grow proper crops on their island? He knew the Outcasts struggled every year. It was why Alvin and Stoick had build such a strong trade. Alvin provided iron ore for Berk while Berk sent crops and meat. Livestock didn't grow well on barren islands but smoke meats lasted most of the winter if stored correctly.

Drip.

He grimaced and tried to think past the water hitting his head. It was starting to feel like Gobber was hammering on his head. Okay, think. Once he got out of this he could come up with a way to trade with the Hunters. Viggo was wrong; there was a better way. There had to be. But he knew nothing of the Dragon Hunters home land. If it was barren then Berk would have to trade in meats but Berk barely had enough to sustain themselves and the Outcasts. He couldn't speak for the other local tribes but he was sure someone like chief Bertha might be interested in trade.

And drip slammed into his forehead and with it his lower half jerked to remind him of the abuse he had suffered down there, something he was trying hard to forget. Why had Ryker done that? Why rape him? Why threaten him with slavery. Okay, the slavery thing he sort expected because Astrid said he had threatened the other riders with that…although it had initially been Heather's idea in order to save them. With slavery came a chance to escape but to add rape to it? It boggled Hiccup's mind as much it hurt his body. All he really remembered was his insides being torn to shreds, something so hot it felt as if it burned, filling him and then passing out. He had honestly thought Ryker had killed him until he woke up to this new nightmare.

Drip.

"Enough!" he cried out without meaning to. Water rolled along his neck and clung to his hair. He could feel it gathering behind his head, still icy cold and sending a shiver down his spine. "I give up. Viggo, you were right!"

Nothing. No one answered.

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

It became harder and harder to think as Hiccup stared up at the faucet, trying to anticipate the next drop of water, watching as it would bead at the end. It was impossible to tell when the next would fall. Sometimes it would be seconds, then maybe minutes. Sometimes a series would fall one after another, other times it would feel like a lifetime. He tried to tell himself it didn't matter and that Toothless and his friends were safe but he really had no clue how they were or where. As the hours ticked by he began to tell himself it wouldn't be much longer, that Toothless would find him and his father or Astrid would rescue him. Tumescent kept ticking by, the water kept falling and slowly build around him.

He was crying at one point. He didn't remember when it started or for how long. His head felt as if a hole was being drilled into. It hurt so much that he kept his eyes squeezed shut, wishing it away. He barely felt a large hand on his thigh and when he opened his eyes he saw no one but the temper suddenly dropped as icy water suddenly seemed to fill the trough style table. It was only an inch or two but it lapped around his ears and sides. He began trembling from the cold but it didn't distract him from the endless dripping from above.

He was beyond thought. All he knew was intense pain. He could no longer premiere the passage of time. It could have been hours or days. It didn't matter. All that matter was the hole slowly being drilled into his forehead by the dripping water. And then it was gone.

He must have passed out the moment his bonds were undone and head freed. One moment the dripping was so intense he was begging for death. He remember crying out for Viggo or Ryker to end his life. He had been sobbing so hard that death felt like a blessing, the next he was in someone's warm arms shivering as he was carried to what was surely his doom. When he awoke he was lying naked amongst a mound of warm furs, still shivering and cold as his wet body was bare to the open air. He barely made out Viggo's figure kneeling over him, checking his body temperature. For the moment, Hiccup was able to relax. At least until Viggo's absurdly hands touched his cold body.

"Cold, huh?" Viggo asked sweetly. "You're on the verge of hypothermia. Unless you wish to have another body part amputated we need to warm you up quickly."

The words barely made sense. All that registered was his need for warmth and he gave a small nod. He was freezing. He couldn't feel his fingers or toes. His whole body was trembling but he couldn't even rub his own arms. All he could do was hold his forearms against his chest.

Viggo stroked his cheek in a comforting manner but it felt as if it was a burning iron to Hiccup's flesh. "I'm going to warm you inside and out. Do you want that?" he purred, his voice testing, holding a small threat, as if baiting him.

Hiccup only nodded. He was so cold. So very, very cold. Why wasn't Viggo covering him with the furs? Why this display? He could keep the train of thought as his teeth chattered uncontrollably. His eyes only widened slightly as he watched the Hunter strip off his armor and tunic to bare his chest. He shivered in confusion. Why was Viggo willing to help him? Skin to skin was the best way to warm a person but why would Viggo care if he survived or not? His mind was a jumble of questions and most of them made no sense. Not even when the man stood before him bare of all clothing and semi erect. The sudden heat of Viggo's naked body did nothing to clear his mind either.

"You are cold," Viggo noted, settling between the young man's legs, his manhood purposely brushing against Hiccup's.

Hiccup gave a small whine. It felt like he was being burnt, maybe even branded, Viggo was so hot against his shivering body. A witty remark came and vanished before he could say it, his mind turning to mush in the sudden heat. And them a hot tongue ran along the side of his neck, inciting a small cry out of him.

"I'll be gentle but only because this is our first time," he purred. If you willingly submit to me after this then each of our joining will be enjoyable. If not…then I will teach you to submit just as I do every dragon I capture."

A whimper escaped Hiccup. He pressed against Viggo. The man was so warm and he was so cold. He didn't care what Viggo said, the words made no sense. All he knew was heat, blessed heat as Viggo's lip nipped at his ear before tracing his tongue over the big pulsing vein along his neck. He didn't even think much of it when a hand wandered over his right nipple and gave it an experimental tug.

"Your body is so exquisitely sensitive," Viggo purred, pausing to admired Hiccup's lithe form and how the boy was quite literally melting at his touch. "So young and untamed." He smiled as the nipple hardened before leaning over and sucking it between his lips.

Hiccup cried out, the heat suddenly too much. I shot through the nipple straight into his groin, causing him to buck for no apparent reason. "Stop…" he breathed, his mind whirling at the sensation and a not too distant memory surfacing. "Stop…no…don't…" The sensation only got worse as Viggo continued his southward journey to touch his steadily rising prickly. It was too much. This was too much. He was overheating as well as freezing which made absolutely no sense and only hurt his head and insides more.

"Shh…" Viggo chided, leaving Hiccup's upper half to explore his neither regions. "I'm going to take good care of you."

It was a slow form of torture as Hiccup's mind finally kicked into what was going on. He tried to fight but his body refused to cooperate. Instead he was forced to endure as Viggo calmly stroked his length, chatting away as if this was perfectly acceptable and they were long time friends.

"My dear Hiccup, I never would have dreamed you had such a lovely cock. Larger than I anticipated, despite your icy bath," Viggo drawled, slowly pumping Hiccup's length. "Has your lovely Astrid had a chance to enjoy it?" He clicked his tongue when all Hiccup did was whimper, big fat tears rolling down his cheeks. "A pity. It's a shame you didn't have a chance to mate her at least once. Perhaps provide your father with a new heir. But these things can not be helped." He pulled back the foreskin and ran his tongue over the tiny slit before wiggling the tip inside.

The youth screamed at the searing heat but it only get worse when Viggo sucked his entire length into his mouth and began sucking. Hiccup's hands were no longer his own. They grasped at Viggo's head, trying to tug on the close cropped hair. When they could get no purchase, they tried shoving him away but he was too weak to do that either. Instead they grabbed at the furs as he tried wrenching his hips away but Viggo only grasped his hips and held them tight until Hiccup gave up the fight when an orgasm over took him. Hiccup cried as he came in the man's hot mouth.

"No more…please…I didn't know you and Ryker were providing for you tribe. I didn't understand that's why you hunt them," he pleaded, unable to control his tears. "I'm sorry."

Viggo met his gaze and held it for quite some time before nodding. "I believe you, but that doesn't change the fact that you owe me for each and every dragon you and your friends stole." He heated Hiccup legs up until his knees nearly touched his shoulders. Then, while maintaining eye contact, he began lapping at Hiccup's opening. It had a slight irony taste, the taste of blood not too old. He raised a brow in questioning only for Hiccup to whimper as Viggo pressed his tongue inside the tight ring of muscle. It caused the boy to scream again which only served to bring more questions than answers. Curious, Viggo pulled apart the opening to get a better look. "Ah…I see now. My brother decided to break you in first," he remarked, seeing the torn and damaged flesh that could only be caused by something large and unwanted being shoved deep inside. "No wonder you were unconscious when you arrived. You must have past out from the shock of being buggered by a man his size."

"Please…no more," Hiccup begged as Viggo poked the injury.

"But isn't selfish of you to allow one brother to fuck you and not the other?" Viggo reprimanded, as if it was Hiccup's fault for what Ryker had done to him. "It seems highly unfair. I am the chief of this tribe after all, not him. It should be my cock splitting you open, not his."

Shaking his head, Hiccup tried to explain that it wasn't him, that he had never allowed Ryker to rape him. He had been tied up and humiliated in front of the guards and… None of those words passed his lips as Viggo systematically licked and fingered his opening, poking at abused muscles and making him wet. He threw his arms over his eyes, hoping that by not seeing what was happening it wouldn't hurt so much. It only served to intensify the sensations. "Stop!"

And then it came, that searing pain that jolted down his spine and caused him to arch in agony as something that wasn't meant to be inside him breached his opening. It felt huge, unimaginably large. His body reacted much as it did before and clamped down on the foreign object, trapping it inside him and causing his insides to hurt all the more.

"Relax, Hiccup," Viggo breathed, leaning on his elbows and hovering just over Hiccup, who's legs now rested on the man's broad shoulders. "You're only hurting yourself by trying to deny me entry."

"It hurts," the youth whined, unwilling to relax.

"The longer you fight the more it will," the man explained. He cupped Hiccup's cheek in a near loving manner. "Let's your body relax. I'll do the rest. Shh…take your time, I'm not going anywhere."

That was the problem. Viggo was going nowhere. He loomed over Hiccup with that tiny condescending grin, knowing he had won and Hiccup would eventually have to surrender. The man was inside him. Hiccup could feel his thick cock pulsing inside him. The was no escaping. Hiccup had to relax his body or be torn worse than before. There was no witty banter than could gain him freedom. He was trapped and Viggo knew it.

Hiccup gave up. He cold, hurt, angry and hungry and Viggo was his only source of warmth. So many things ran through his mind but in his state nothing made a lick of sense. A part of him said this was all some sort of nightmare and that he would wake up back on Berk in his childhood home, safe and far from the Hunters. It was the only that made sense. This was all a bad dream and the more he fought the longer it would last. Dreams had a funny way of doing that. So, taking a deep breath, he forced his body to relax and bit by bit Viggo slid the rest of the way into him.

"There we go," Viggo cooed, kissing the side of his mouth. "Now you're going to warm up nicely." He placed most of his weight on his arms and began moving in and out of Hiccup slowly, all the while keeping eye contact. Whenever Hiccup tried to turn away, Viggo would fist his hair and turn him back around. "It's time you learn your new place in life, my dear." His paced increased as his orgasm approached. He grasped Hiccup's length and pumped it in time with his thrusts. "I've waited a long time for this. I should have bed you the day I took the Dragon Eye from you. The timing was perfect. Had I known what a threat you would be to my business then I would have. But I'm sure we can make up for lost time now." He bucked harder, ignoring Hiccup's cries. This wasn't about the riders pleasure but in breaking him and letting him see which of them was truly the better man. He felt the youth's insides ripple, sucking him in deeper, almost begging him to rut harder. Viggo resisted and kept his steady rhythm, watching with amusement as Hiccup broke beneath him. "By the time done you're going to beg for this," he mused, kissing Hiccup's brow.

He was close now. When orgasm came, he yanked Hiccup's head back by his hair and crushed their lips together. The sudden pain and shock mixed with everything else happening to the youth's body cause Hiccup to gasp, his mouth falling open and inadvertently allowing Viggo access. The man plundered it as his cock did the boy's ass. His tongue warned with Hiccup's, pushing in as deep as he could before lick the top of the warm cavern.

His mouth strangled Hiccup's screams as Viggo's hot cum exploded inside him, burning into his core like hot lava, contrasting with the cold that still chilled him regardless of Viggo's body heat. A strange bubbling sensation filled his guts and seeped out of their joining as Viggo continued to thrust into him. A moment later his body twisted in a mix of pleasure and agony as his own seed spilled from his cock and onto his stomach. A cold sweat drenched his body.

"Well done," Viggo praised as he pulled out. He rubbed his length, now covered in seven and blood, and pumped the last of his juices onto Hiccup's stomach.

Hiccup could only stare at him, semi conscious and in shock. Every inch of him hurt now and he was colder than before, emptier, as if Viggo had ripped something out of him that Ryker has missed. He barely registered people grabbing his arms and hauling him up onto his one foot, or being dragged down a tunnel with Viggo, now clothed, following close behind. He barely even noticed the opening to a bit until he was met with the unmistakable sensation of falling.

He hit the ground hard some twenty feet into the ground. Nothing was broken, he noted with some disjointed relief. The thing he heard was an iron grate slam shut and sudden darkness. It wasn't complete, there was a sliver of light in the chamber above.

"Welcome to your new home," Viggo called from above.

"Best get used to it," Ryker added with a deep chuckle that seemed to echo through the pit. "Because it's your last."

A shuddered breath escaped Hiccup as he stared at the iron grate. He pulled his knees to his chest and leaned against the rock wall. This was all a bad dream, he told himself. When I wake up, I'll be on Berk with Toothless and Dad and Astrid. It's all a bad dream.