Chapter 4
It smelled like sickness- the undertone of decay pungent in the air. Hiccup took a gulp of air and retched, turning to his side, and let the watery vile slip from his lips- he shook and strained to sit up, not wanting to lay on the sick and feel filthier than he already did. He felt hot and sticky, Daggur's ejaculation long sense dry stuck to his nether regions. He was parched, but had neither the strength nor the desire to drag himself to the small river near by- the few occasions that he's done, have been followed by the ever-constant beatings from Daggur- He felt no will to move, rolling to his side once more, he closed his eyes and wished for darkness to consume him once again.
The rustling of leaves and cracking of branches made his eyes fly open once more, he pushed himself upright and dragged himself to the small stump he often used as a chair, sagging against the rooting wood, he took a deep breath and licked his lips.
"W-who's there?" He hated the way his croaked, it was weak and broken- the rustling seized, only to start again, frantic, and rapid, getting closer with each heartbeat. Hiccup gulped and called out once more, voice timid almost hushed. "Daggur...?" A sense of familiarity filtered through his mind, almost as if he's had this exact same thoughts before. It all seemed too familiar, almost as if all of this was being repeated. He laid with belated breath he waited.
From behind the rustling intensified and a great black shadow emerged, tackling him down, he yelled and struggled against the vicious animal, kicking and punching scaly flesh, the beast's tongue running over his face, wiping the tears that fell, his cries of terror turned into giggles and wet smiled, he no longer punched, but rather scratched at the welcoming scales and the rumbling chest and slobber on his face was a welcome touch, one he missed so much, He sobbed loudly, unashamed as he welcomes his Dragon's friend accepting affection, For that moment, Hiccup could not feel any safer than when he was with Jack. For a moment, all thoughts left his mind
Jack stayed put. No matter how much he tried he could not leave the room he was confined in. Any attempt thwarted by the many men outside. He'd yelled and screamed to be let out but the man with the white hair would not let him. In fact, he'd left him alone for some time. Any toys of gifts that he would receive stopped, all after what happened before. For the exception of food, most which was wasted, as he did not what to eat, Jack was left to his own devices. He looked out the window again, longingly into the forest, Hiccup always on his mind.
Finally, the door opened, and the kind man with the white beard walked in once more, a glint in his eye, a promise of a new gift, perhaps a continuation of last time.
" Здравствуйте, мой сын " He spoke in that strange language, perhaps unaware that Jack could not understand.
" Я принес вам сюрприз!" He laughed, from behind him, he takes out a small wooden figure.
Small, about the size of this thumb, it was smooth and the paint work glossy, its face craved carefully into the wood, its eyes big and blue, the hair soft and white, some sort of cloth? Its clothes like his, incredibly detailed it was, with its sheep's skin jumper and its silk trousers, the small figure had no shoes as well. To say Jack was impressed was an understatement, he turned the toy over and over, marveling at his own reflection carved into wood so carefully.
" Мой сын, я знаю, что ты не понимаешь меня." He began to talk once more in that strange tongue. " Но я надеюсь, вы понимаете, сколько счастья ты дал мне в возвращении."
Touched as he was, Jack could still not understand what the man wanted. His kindness confused him, but grateful none the less, He did the best way he knew how to show his gratitude.
Standing without hesitation, Jack walked forward and embraced the man with all his might once more. The man, obviously surprised, smiled and brought his two bulging arms around him.
Jack hates what he did next.
In a fast fluid motion, Jack raised his knee and brought on full force a hit to the kind man's neither region. The man, howling released him and doubled over. Jack, with no hesitation, took a bundle of sheets off the bed and ran out the door.
"СЫН!" The man yelled after him in his strange tongue. "Кто то! Поймай его, пожалуйста!"
Jack ignored the man's cries and did not look back. The many workers shocked at the transgression stood still, watching as jack ran past before all jumping into action, tripping over the other a chorus of screams and profanities in different languages filled the shop.
Jack jumped over a particularly hairy man, before turning a sharp corner in the labyrinth of the workshop. Stray wood piles and nails littered the floor, occasionally stabbing the soles of Jack's feet, but nothing deterred him from stopping, from nearing a door or window, ready to regain his freedom. He scanned the room, looking over the tables and men running around, until spotting a latter near the far wall, leading to a small alcove on the roof.
"Child wait!" one of the men reached out and took hold of jack's ankle as he steps foot on the wood's latter, making them both crash. Jack struggled and growled in ever growing panic as his captor had no intention on releasing his ankle, a group of large men quickly tried to make their way to him.
Jack was not having it. With one of the sheets he held, he threw it over the man's head, momentarily distracted, Jack took a firm hold of the latter's steps and reeled back his free foot, stomping hard on the mans covered face, ignoring the blood spouting from the other side of the sheet.
The man yelped, scrambling to hold on to his face. With his ankle, free Jack made the final jumps towards the top of the alcove, weighing his options. He kicked the wooden latter to the floor and looked around the small space. A large window, a small dirty old sack, and rope. He sighed, he'd make do.
In a flurry, the men bellow concerned over their fallen comrade before struggling and wobbly took the latter and tried to re-adjust it to its original position. With his material in hand, jack looked at the window, and at the drop waiting for his
"JACK!"
The booming sound of his name brought his attention to the other side of the room. The kind man, with his white hair and bushy eyebrows and red faced looked at him, eyes pleading, his breathing coming out ragged.
"My Jack, please." The man spoke, now in a familiar language. He didn't know why, but it made something inside him ache. It was unfamiliar, it was strange, and Jack had no time to think about it as the men climbed the latter, all screaming and cursing, huffing as they reached the top.
Jack looked back at the window again and took two steps back, he looks at the man one last time and smiled.
"Thank you."
He ran, covering his face as the glass shattered around him. The scream of men behind him and the sound of rushing wind flew past his ears, simple and familiars. He stretched his legs out rolling to his side as he made impact with the ground. He hissed, hosting his middle section, before standing on wobbly legs and staring a sprint to the trees.
As the stepped onto the foliage and into the cool darkness of the forest, Jack finally felt free.
"Say' wa' ya think da' roar was earlier?" a young woman said, her red main of hair wild as her eyes, she sat near the window, carefully brushing soft brown locks of another young woman sitting under her feet.
"It sounded like a dragon to me!" the girl spoke, voice high and soft. "Don't you think so, Eugene, Pascal?" She looked at 'Eugene', a man sitting near the fire place, carefully mowing the wood, 'pascal' a small iguana on his shoulders.
"It sounded like a Dragon to me, pretty odd sense we don't have any wild ones here." He turned from the fire and smiled at her.
"Bah! Drago' or not, da' retched beast woo' no chance wi' me, eh?" The girl with the red hair said.
"Oh, C'mon guys! We should go investigate!" The young lady stood and in a flutter, swept across the room and started to pack.
"Whoa, whoa there Rapunzel, why on earth would we want to go out and look for a large, slimy, blood thirsty dragon-," Eugene stood, with long strides he walked behind the Rapunzel, and wrapped his arms around her, lifting her in a fit of giggles and spinning around the room. "Who probably eats beautiful maidens for breakfast!" He finished, kissing Rapunzel's neck.
Rapunzel giggled as she kicked her legs and leaned her head to the side giving Eugene more room.
"First, Dragons aren't 'slimy and blood thirsty creatures that eat people!" She laughed, "I'll have you know that they're sweet misunderstood creatures that deserve nothing but love and respect!" She finished, crossing her arms, looking back at Eugene.
"An' ow' woo' ya' know?" The red-haired girl questioned, "Ay' don' recall ya ever been' nea' ah dragon!"
"Well I've read in books- Eugene put me down please" Eugene sloppily kissed her neck once more before putting her down. "Besides! Wont your mom be impressed if you tell her how you tamed a dragon, hmmm? Merida?!" She waltzed towards the window, 'Merida' looked at her pensive and then out the window.
"Ah' yee lamb always know how ta' convince me!" She laughed jumping from the window still, both her hands on her hips, she turned to look at both.
"Well?" She exclaimed, swooping down, and shouldering a fine quiver and arrows, "Let's go!"
