OMG, from having next to no reviews to everyone hating on Heather to a vote that was so evenly divided it too my breath away, I'm impressed. So the winner of the vote….
You have to continue reading to find out ;)
The storm was more fierce than Astrid expected and getting above it was almost impossible as lightning streaked through the sky. Stormfly screeched in fear as a bolt came far too close for her liking, nearly striking Snotlout who had developed a healthy fear of lightning.
"Should we turn back?" he asked, showing his helmet in a saddle bag to try and keep from being hit by lightning for the hundredth or so time. Even he had lost track by now.
Astrid's lip curled into a frown. "No. We have to get above it and find Hiccup. We only have until night fall."
"But what about the terror you sent Ryker?" Fishlegs asked. "Wasn't that to buy us time?"
"It was to make him think we couldn't meet the deadline," she shot back.
It was hailing on top of lightning. A storm that would get worse long before it got better. "We need to punch through the storm and get above it."
"Easier said than done, Astrid," Ruffnut countered from Toothless's back while Tuffnut struggled with the dragon's foot panel to control his tailfin. The three of them dipped toward the sea once again, slowing everyone down for the umpteenth time.
"Didn't Hiccup make one of these that Toothless could control on his own?" Tuffnut asked, fearful that he might actually drop them all in the rolling waves.
"Yes, but Toothless destroyed it in order to keep Hiccup with him," Fishlegs answered, flying down to assist them.
"Way to go, T," Tuffnut reprimanded the Night Fury. "Now H is in trouble and we're moving at the speed of molasses. Where the fury in that?" He shook in head in disgust while Toothless rolled his eyes at his antics. The sooner the twin Nuts were off his back and Hiccup was on it, the better for all of them.
"Hey, Astrid, I think someone's in the water," Ruffnut yelled, peering through the turbulent rain to a speck of silver in the distance. She could be wrong but it looked like someone or something not far from a series of seas stacks.
She didn't have time for this. Nevertheless, Astrid glanced in the direction Ruffnut pointed. Her frown deepened. There was something out there. The flash of silver looked familiar. Her chest tightened slightly.
"Alright, Snotlout, you take over flying Toothless. Ruff, Tuff, you're on Hookfang," she ordered, deciding that switching riders was the only way they would make it to Hiccup.
Snotlout was about to object but thought better of it. He quickly switched places with the Twins. He knew the working of Toothless's tailfin rigging better than Tuffnut and could keep the ebony dragon in the air without too much worry. All it took was one quick adjustment to accommodate his shorter legs and then he was fine.
Astrid nodded to herself then gazed back toward the silver speck in the distance. It was still there but with how bad the weather was it wouldn't be for long.
"The rest of you get above the storm. Snotlout, be careful. You and Toothless now have more metal than anyone else," she said in her most commanding voice.
"Figures. If we get zapped I'm blaming Hiccup," Snotlout grumbled. But he had much better control of Toothless than the Twins and in a moment led the others into the stormy clouds above and, with luck, finally above it.
Astrid waited an extra moment or two before directing Stormfly toward the speck of silver. It Wasn't long before that silver manifested into a person. She would have been impossible to see in the storm had it not been for her armor. Her black and grey clothing blended into the sea stack she was clinging to and dark waters washing against her.
"Heather?" Astrid breathed. "Stormfly, fetch."
The blue Nadder swooped in and grabbed the Berserker by the shoulders with her talons then flew up to the top of the sea stack where she promptly dropped the girl on the hard surface.
Astrid slid off her dragon's back and hurried to her friend. Heather was coughing and shivering. She sat up slowly as she got her bearings.
"Heather, what happened? Where's Windshear?"
The raven haired girl looked around, confused for a moment. Her face pinched in obvious turmoil and then tears began to stream down her cheeks. "It doesn't matter. I did something stupid. I did something so fucking stupid, Astrid. You're going to kill me and I can't even blame you if you did." She threw herself in Astrid's arms and sobbed loudly.
Taken back and deeply confused, Astrid glanced toward the direction the other riders had gone, praying they didn't come back. Maybe she could take Heather with Her, pretend she had captured her and she was now their prisoner and use her in exchange for Hiccup. The Hunters didn't know Heather was undercover and Dagur seemed obsessed with having his sister back so an exchange was possible.
But she didn't move. She had never seen Heather cry before and it was unsettling to say the least. The other's girl's face was pressed to her shoulder and if it Wasn't already raining then she would have been soaked.
She hugged Heather back only to have her suddenly pull away and look at her with big green eyes.
"No…no, Astrid. I screwed up. I really screwed up and now…he's never going to forgive me," she babbled.
Astrid took her face in both hands, hoping to calm her down enough to make sense of what she was saying. The wind howled around them, whipping at their wet clothes. "What are talking about?" she demanded before realization hit her. "Hiccup? What did they do to Hiccup."
Heather choked back another sob. "It's not my fault. I was trying to help…calm him down. Ryker…Ryker tortured him. He put a spike in his stump and…and we removed it then…"
"You're not making any sense. Ryker put a spike in Hiccup's leg?"
The dark hair girl nodded, a little of her composure returning. She took a deep breath and wiped at her face. "Dagur got it out but I had to hold Hiccup down. There was dragon root on it and…oh gods, I'm sorry, Astrid. I should have walked away after that or found a way to escape with him. I never should have let things go so far. He was so mad and I can't blame him."
"What happened?" Astrid asked, her gut twisting with suspicion. She knew Dagur, knew what he wanted with Hiccup and there was nothing brotherly about it.
"Dagur lied, said it was what our fathers wanted and I was dumb enough to think he might have been telling the truth. We…I…" She bit her lower lip and looked away. "Dagur raped Hiccup and I…I helped." She swallowed the lump in her throat and admitted to the one thing she had refused to admit to herself. "I raped Hiccup."
The blow was to be expected but Heather really hadn't considered just how hard Astrid could punch. She was knocked to the ground so hard the air rushed out of her lungs.
"Say it again," Astrid demanded, standing over her.
"I raped Hiccup Haddock," Heather wheezed. The tears were suddenly gone and a hollow ache replaced the pain and self loathing. She had actively participated in Hiccup's rape. She gave a grunt when Astrid kicked her, her armor protecting her from serious injury.
"You had one job!" Astrid yelled at her. "One job that you gave yourself and dragged me into! Why Didn't you just con Ryker into making Hiccup do chores like you did with the rest of us. Why the Hel was Ryker torturing him? Why did Dagur even get to be alone with him?"
"I don't know. I wasn't there when he was captured." She went to sit up but found Astrid's beloved axe aimed at her head. "When I got there Dagur was trying to remove the spike. I helped and Hiccup fainted in my arms. I was pinned and then Dagur…"
"I don't want to hear it!" Astrid snapped. She gave a wordless scream and swung her axe.
She didn't strike Heather. The axe embedded in the rock surface next to her. Astrid was huffing, her anger a wall between her and Heather. "Did you or Dagur hurt him?" she growled lowly.
Heather shook her head. "He was semi conscious and delusional. He thought I was you and Dagur was…someone else." Her face flushed at the memory. "Dagur led me to believe I was betrothed to Hiccup. He even married us."
That may have not been the right thing to say at the moment. Astrid yanked out the axe and raised it above her head, ready to let it rip through Heather. Then she suddenly calmed and stowed the weapon on her back. "Considered you marriage annulled," she spat, turning toward Stormfly.
She climbed back onto her dragon and took to the sky, leaving Heather to fend for herself on the sea stack. It would take a lot before she could ever possibly trust the other girl again, and even then it seemed unlikely to ever happen.
. . .
Hiccup was trapped between a rock and a hard place. He stared up at Ryker in a mix of horror and revulsion. He had no idea which way to turn; the devil he knew or the one he had just had an all too vivid nightmare of raping him. His stomach churned as cold brown eyes regarded him in silence. On one hand, he knee Dagur would try to fuck him again. That was a given. And Dagur no doubt would be looking for revenge for having his nose broken. Hiccup took great satisfaction in the fact he had managed to hurt Dagur but he Wasn't fool enough to think that was the end of the quarrel. Dagur had made it quite clear over the years that Hiccup somehow belonged to him and he would take what was his, even by force.
The other option was Ryker, a virtual unknown who had already tortured him twice, drugged him at least twice and already had enough of an impact that Hiccup was having nightmares of being raped by him when it had yet to happened. And Hiccup knew if he choose Ryker that that nightmare was likely to become reality.
The devil he knew or the unknown?
That was option A and B. He was more incline to option C. Although that one would take a little more trickery.
"So there's no available cages anywhere on the ship?" he asked as innocently as he could. "I'm not very big. Maybe a medium to small size cage?"
Ryker chuckled. "It's either a bed with the Berserker siblings or mine. You may have more room on mine."
Hiccup appeared to think about it. "So the crazy dual or the guy that can crush me if he rolls over?" he mused. "I'm not seeing much benefit to me."
"One guarantees you will be raped by a pair of siblings while the others gives your friends a chance of leaving here alive once I have the Eye," Ryker explained in such a way that it seemed no more than idle chit chat.
"I don't think I'm catching your meaning," Hiccup said. He knew exactly what Ryker was saying but he really didn't want to think of it. Ryker was the enemy. There was no way he was willingly going to let the guy screw him.
Ryker leaned over him and touched his face, his thumb running over Hiccup's lower lip. "It's simple really. Dagur's going to fuck you regardless. He's made it pretty clear you're his. Or you can agree to my terms, sleep in a soft comfy bed, unharmed and all you have to do is ride my cock like a good little dragon rider. And once your friends give me the Eye you're free to go. Nothing will be said and no one will ever know."
Hiccup's gaze met his. It was a trap. He knew it. He could feel it deep in his bones. He bit his lower lip, worrying it as he thought. Tuffnut said he looked cute when he did it and while Hiccup would prefer to look fierce at that moment, cute would work for now.
Ryker grinned and lowered his head toward Hiccup's. "I can make you feel so much better than Dagur or a thousand times worse," he cooed, his face inching ever closer to Hiccup's.
Hiccup tentively raised his hands towards Ryker's shoulders, as if to embrace him. "And if I choose you, none of my riders will be harmed?" he asked, taking on a sultry tone.
"Once I have the Eye they will be nothing to me. Utterly forgotten."
Hiccup hummed softly, his hands coming to Ryker's shoulders. "Can't have that, can we?" His fingers wrapped around the hilt of either sword strapped to Ryker's back and he pulled them from their sheathes while at the same time putting all his force in kicking Ryker in the groin.
The man yelped and stumbled back while Hiccup rolled out of the chair and to the floor. Hiccup used one sword to help get him up on his only leg, cursing himself for not have his prosthetic to help him stand. Regardless, he kept the one sword raised before him as him hoped backward, the other sword used to keep him balanced.
"In have another idea," he told Ryker as the man came to his senses. "Let me go and I won't have my riders blow you out of the water when they get here."
"You still have spirit," Ryker mused, pleased by the notion. He Didn't go for Hiccup right away. Instead he strolled toward a shelf near his bunk and grabbed a small jar of some sort of amber colored oil. "I'm going to enjoy this." He placed the jar on the table.
Hiccup stared at it for a moment, knowing full well what it was meant for. His stomach bottomed out. This wasn't happening.
"Pain did nothing, drink and anger loosened your tongue, let's see what a mix of pleasure and pain does to you," Ryker mused as he strolled toward Hiccup.
The youth raised the sword in his left hand, ready to fight. He was a good swordsman, but of the best according to his father. But he had never fought with only one leg before. He swung, hoping to keep Ryker at bay. The swing was flimsy at best, thrown off by his stance and being short one leg. He swung again with the same result.
"Dagur! I choose Dagur!" he suddenly yelled before he could even think better of it.
Ryker chuckled and caught his wrist on the next swing. "Alright…he can have you next." With a twist of his wrist, he made Hiccup drop the first sword. It fell to the ground with a clang.
Hiccup swung out with the second, forcing all his weight on his right leg. He Wasn't as good with his right arm but the shift in weight allowed for a better swing and he managed to slice into Ryker's arm. Not deep but enough to make the man step back. For a moment at least. Before Hiccup could attack again he was backhanded so hard his leg gave out and he crumpled to the floor. Pain radiated in his left leg as he hit his stump and the injury from the iron spike sent a shockwave up the length of his body. He cried out and brought his left knee to his curl as he curled around it.
"I swear you like Pain," Ryker grumbled, grabbing Hiccup by the hair and dragging him back to the table. "You could have enjoyed a nice night in my company and know nothing but intense pleasure like your brother, but instead you want someone to hurt you. I have no problems doing that for you."
And just like that Hiccup nightmare came to shattering reality as he was draped over the edge of the table and arms bond behind his back. Hiccup struggled, terror eating at him.
"D…Dagur won't be happy," he tried as Ryker pulled down his trousers. "You know he thinks I belong to him. He'll end your alliance. He'll turn on you."
"As long as you're not hurt he'll be fine," Ryker assured. He opened the jar and coated his fingers in oil. He slid them over Hiccup bare hip. "Besides, are you really going to tell him I buggered you? If anything he'll go into a jealous rage and fuck you twice as hard just to erase the feel of me in you. Are you willing to risk that?" He chuckled as color drained from Hiccup's cheeks and delved his oil coated fingers into the valley between Hiccup's ass to stroke his puckered opening. "Feel free to scream. The crew is expecting you to be tortured not pampered."
Hiccup bit back a curse as Ryker's fingers pushed inside of him. He wouldn't give Ryker the satisfaction of hearing him scream again. He squeezed his eyes clothes and tried to think of something else, anything else, anyone else. A small whimper escaped him as Ryker smeared oil inside his opening. Think of something else, he repeated to himself, making it a mantra as fingers pulled away and something much larger replaced it. He bared his teeth, fought back a cry as Ryker pushed in.
No, not Ryker. This isn't Ryker, he told himself to keep from screaming. It was…it was Astrid, pegging him for the first time. That had hurt. The slide of the slightly too thick and too long dildo had filled him completely. It was made based off his own length and attached to a harness that she could wear almost like underpants. She was able to thrust into him much like he would her. Yeah, that was what this was. It wasn't Ryker it was Astrid. And she was the one holding his hips and thrusting slow and deep., making sure not to hurt him as she pushed deeper.
He whimpered at the image, wanting it to be true. With Astrid he felt safe, safer than he even did with the male riders. She had only pegged him a few times but she was always careful, always searching for that spot that make him go wild and thrash about in need of more, just like she was now.
"You like that, huh?" Ryker's voice cut through the illusion, yanking Hiccup back into reality as his left leg was lifted. "Don't tell me You're fantasizing about someone else. Dagur perhaps?"
"No," Hiccup ground out as Ryker went deeper.
"Then who? Who else has enjoyed this lovely ass?"
Hiccup fought the urge to respond. He hated this, hated feeling powerless. He had been both dominated and submissive in his relationship with his riders but never did he feel powerless. There were times when they tried bondage, and Hiccup wasn't a big fan of it, but they had safe words and respect for each other. None of them ever had to fear another. With Ryker he felt fear. It was like a cold knot in his stomach that Ryker was endless ramming his cock into. There was no pleasure and the pain was not as bad as it could be, but it was still wrong. Hiccup was sure he would throw up if he didn't imagine Astrid or someone else.
"Fuck, boy, you're made for breeding!" Ryker gasped, ruining the image Hiccup was trying to create in his mind's eye.
Someone had said that before. Hiccup scratched his brain to try and put a face to the words. Snotlout. Snotlout had made a corny joke like that the first time they had sex. Some stupid thing about the way his hips cradled him on something. Okay, he could work with Snotlout if he couldn't have Astrid. He bit his lip when Ryker began going harder, aiming for that place inside him that was supposed to bring pleasure. Hiccup didn't want pleasure. He wanted it to hurt like that first time with Snotlout, when his cousin was fumbling around and hurting him, even if it was accidental. Pleasure meant giving in and Hiccup was not giving in. Crying out in pain meant the same and so he kept biting his lip until it bled. The irony taste did nothing for the illusion but it helped him keep focus.
When Ryker pulled out it took Hiccup by surprise. His inside felt empty, the man hadn't cum inside him. There was no weird bubbling feeling that accompanied when one of his male friends finished inside him and he himself had not cum. He learned why when he his trousers were suddenly put back on him only to be lifted off the table and forced on his knees in front of Ryker, the man's length still fully erect and dripping precum. The man was pawing it in one large hand, the other knotted in Hiccup's hair.
"Like you said, we don't want Dagur getting jealous. You best drink this all down," Ryker told him as he yanked his head back, forcing his mouth open.
The fantasies were shattered. Hiccup couldn't imagine which of his friends could replace Ryker this time. None of them were ever this brutal. None of them had a length so large or ever forced it down to his throat and face fucked him. That was what Ryker was doing. Screwing his face in order to orgasm and have Hiccup swallow the evidence. It was horribly ingenious in it's simplicity. Dagur would never pay attention to his mouth. He was more interested in other parts of his body.
Ryker came with a happy little grunt. He held Hiccup's face flush to his groin as his seed spilled down Hiccup's throat, one hand in his hair and the other holding his nose to make sure he swallowed every last drop.
When he was done he shoved Hiccup away, did up his trousers, then strolled toward the door and bellowed for Dagur.
Hiccup sat on the floor, his mind a buzz and a foal taste on his tongue. He tried to throw up but could only gag. He jumped in terror when Ryker yanked him up and dumped him back in the chair. A tankard of mead was shoved in his hands.
"Drink all of it," Ryker commanded.
Hiccup did so if only to get the taste of the man off his tongue.
A moment later Dagur burst into the chamber, his eyes wild until they met Hiccup's.
"I've got everything I need out of him for now," Ryker told the Berserker as if he had just finished interrogating Hiccup instead of raping him. "I'll take another round out of him tonight. See what other dragon knowledge he has that might be useful. Say dinner time?"
Dagur nodded. "Sure. If your done for now I'd like some alone time with my brother."
Ryker chuckled. "By all means. I'm sure he'll be much more cooperative now. I was pretty gentle on him this time. Tonight I won't be."
Hiccup swallowed. He needed to escape and he needed to do it now. That was easier said then done as he was thrown over Dagur's shoulder like a sack of potatoes and taken out on deck like some sort of prize. The Berserkers who served under Dagur jeered when the saw Hiccup being carried around by Dagur, each seeming to know what their chief wanted with the rider. Dagur laughed along with them and patted Hiccup's rear for show.
Hiccup winced, his rear tender even though Ryker had not been half as brutal as he had be in Hiccup's nightmare. If anything Hiccup's insides tingled and groin ached at not being allowed to orgasm. He was hard and he was really hoping Dagur didn't notice. There was a good thing about Dagur wearing armor; he couldn't feel Hiccup's embarrassing erection. Hopefully it would go away before they reached Dagur's chamber.
"Okay, look. I know what happened earlier was…well, wrong," Hiccup babbled as he was taken below deck. "You, Heather and me…that like incest, right? If we're brothers they what happened was incest and shouldn't happen again. Ryker just…" Nope, do not tell the deranged lunatic another crazy had just raped him. It would not go over well. Just talk him out of doing it again. "…talked about it and yep…siblings are not supposed to have sex together. Completely inappropriate. So if you can maybe find me my leg and let me go I can forget all about it and we can go on our merry way."
"Hiccup, you know I love the funny but for now stow it away," Dagur growled, no longer happy. He kicked opened the bedroom door then threw Hiccup on the bed. "You made Heather cry."
Hiccup stared up at him in shock. Not that he made Heather cry but that Dagur actually cared.
"She loves you and you made her cry. That's not how you treat the future mother of your children."
Hiccup's jaw dropped. "Dagur, you've gone off the deep end," he said seriously. "Heather and I are not married. You can't force us to be something we aren't."
The Berserker stared down at him for a long time and Hiccup really wished he could move his arms. He'd break Dagur's nose again if given the opportunity.
"We'll see," Dagur said simply. He placed both hands on either side of Hiccup's head and leaned over him. "But since she's not here let's have a little fun…brother."
Hot hands tugged Hiccup's tunic up under his arms to reveal his narrow, freckled chest. Callused fingers groped him and pinched at dusty colored nipples. Hiccup tried to turn away only for Dagur to sit on his hips. Hiccup tried to imagine someone else. Maybe Ruffnut. She liked tormenting him and teasing his nipples until he was sitting up into her. But no, nothing came and Hiccup whined. Why couldn't Ryker just let him finish? Why did he have to be hard after being raped? Why did his body do such stupid things? He didn't feel aroused in the least.
"Like that, baby?" Dagur purred, sounding far too happy with himself.
"No," Hiccup growled in annoyance.
Dagur cocked his scarred brow. "Really? 'Cause there's something poking me nice and hard right here." He grasped Hiccup's length through his trousers and gave it a good squeeze.
Hiccup cried out and bucked up into his hand.
"Oh geez, Hiccup, if I knew your nipples were that sensitive I would have played with them last night," Dagur teased, stroking Hiccup's manhood. "But you know what? I've been waiting forever to taste this monster."
Hiccup yelped as Dagur began yanking down his trousers. "Dagur, no!" he yelled, trying to wiggle away. "Dagur, no. Don't do this! DAGUR!"
Heat enveloped Hiccup's length as Dagur wrapped his lips around Hiccup's length. Rough rings of one hand massaged his heavy testicles as the other probed his tender opening. Hiccup wasn't sure if he should son or groan. Dagur the Deranged was sucking his length. It felt good and horrifying all at once. But unlike Ryker, Hiccup couldn't imagine one of his friends doing this to him. Dagur was too obvious and made sure Hiccup knew it was him by scraping his teeth over the underside of his cock or squeezing his balls painfully tight if Hiccup so much as closed his eyes. Hiccup could only whimper and bare with it to the agonizing end.
Outside thunder clapped loudly and the wind howled, matching the rolling chaos that had enveloped Hiccup in a relatively short period of time.