When he woke up, the first thing he'd noticed was the distinct feeling of nausea and the feel of a boat rocking back and forth. The second thing he'd noticed was the feel of rough fabric covering his eyes, and a scratchy rope binding his wrists. Hiccup couldn't honestly say that this had never happened before, and so he kept quiet and still, trusting his ears to make up for the things he couldn't see with the blindfold covering his eyes. He tried to recall what had happened for him to land in this situation, and with a start he remembered. He started to panick, nostrils flaring and he tried to loosen his wrists somehow, but it was hopeless. The knot was way too tight for him to move, and if he tried to take out his dagger, -if he still had it-, the Outcasts would notice him trying to get away. Sighing he tried to orient himself. He couldn't feel the breeze of salty seawind against his cheeks, so that ruled the deck out. Knowing the Outcasts he was probably in the prison beneath it. He focused to hear something, but the only thing he heard was the crash of the waves and something scratching at the wall. Resigned he leaned backwards and frowned. They didn't know who he was, right? Those years he'd gone away he was careful not to be seen or to identify himself so there was no way for the Outcasts to know who he was. And then something else creeped into his mind, the face of Johann who was really surprised to see the dead heir of Berk in Holland. Letting out a frustrated growl he stomped his foot. After that had happened his face was splayed over every little inch that could be covered by parchment. Well, that explained why he was taken then, instead of being killed with a knife. He sighed and tried to calm his breathing. The only thing left for the boy was to wait.
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"Thordamned Hiccup." Stoick muttered angrily to himself. He didn't even know what he said was really offensive to his son. it was a great honour, really! Surely his son, his smart, sensible son, could see his point? He looked into the fire and sighed, knocking back another cup of mead. He swirled the liquid in the glass around and looked at the lazy way it sloshed inside. Sighing he knocked back the last bit of it, and stood up with a heavy groan. He walked towards the solid wooden door, and pushed it open and was greeted by the darkness. Sundown was already over and the stars in the sky twinkled merrily between wisps of thin clouds. He slammed the door behind him and started walking down the stairs, not seeing who was running up the stone steps towards the Haddock residence.
"Ouch!" Astrid muttered from on the ground. She stood up while rubbing her head, and looked up with a wince on her face. The chief of the tribe stood sheepishly before her, the look being the exact same his son often had when he ruined something he shouldn't have ruined. She almost smiled. Almost. She remembered why she was here, and ignored the attempt of her chief to apoligise.
"Hiccup." She said hurriedly. Stoick lifted one of his brows.
"I... I think he's missing." Immediately the father of the victim looked a lot more alert than he had a moment ago.
"What do you mean, my son is missing?!" He half screamed at her. Astrid felt her heart sink into her shoes. If he wasn't home, then he wasn't on the island. She and her dragon had scoured the island for the lanky boy.
"He... He should've been to practice. W-With the riders, at sundown. But when he didn't show up, I started to get worried. We searched the entire island, and Hiccup is nowhere to be found, and if he isn't here..." Slowly her voice drifted off, and Stoick looked at her. He blinked and then pushed her aside, only to walk briskly towards the rest of the village, followed by Astrid. When they were on the square he turned around, facing the blonde.
"Call the entire village for an emergency meeting at the Mead Hall. Now." And with that, he turned around again and walked up the steps to the Mead Hall.
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"Wake up, runt!" Hiccup woke up when the shock of cold water and a hoarse scream were noticed by his senses. Shivering and with eyes shooting around the room wildly he shot up from his lying position on the wooden floor. He looked up to his captor, who already had him roughly lifted by his arms, and frowned when he saw the sword on his side. The man in question threw the bucket on the floor with a dull thud, and pulled the thin boy with him through the door of the prisoncell without saying a word. Hiccup struggled all the way, tried to plant his feet on the ground and stop the menace who had him by the arm, but gave up when his weight counted for nothing compared to the man before him, who looked like a really muscled elephant. Stumbling Hiccup followed the man, meanwhile taking in his surroundings.
It was clear that he was in a ship, and he was also right when he earlier deduced that he was below deck. Everything was made out of a dark wood, except for the parts wich were destined to keep men and beasts trapped inside their cells. Iron menacles were hung up the walls, but also some unsavory things of wich Hiccup didn't doubt were destined to torture some things out of the people who were trapped inside the ship. When they exited the prison they entered a hallway wich was dimly lit with torches, placed on every other two metres. He tried to take in as much as possible, but it was hard when the person next to him was pulling him along with a strong grip and no patience. Irrated Hiccup looked up at the man, whose face was blocked by the view of a bushy black beard, filled with some unfinished braids and crumbs and pieces of food from an earlier meal. He grimaced at the stench that came from the untamed menace and tried to lean away from it. Finally they reached a ladder and a trapdoor, wich was opened by the Outcast. The bronze haired boy blinked at the sensation of fresh air streaming through the opening, but was interrupted when the Viking threw him outside, and quickly followed him. When the man picked him up again, Hiccup glared at him.
"Ow?" He hissed at him, but the only reply he got was silence. Then he was pushed forward like a ragdoll, and just when Hiccup started wondering why, he got his answer. The entire crew was on deck, and they were staring at him like he was something to eat. But one man had his back turned towards him, and Hiccup concluded that that should be the captain of the ship. And, judging by his chainmail and stature, also the chief. Great, he thought, just what I needed. But his train of thought stopped when the man in question turned around, and grinned vilely at him.
"Hello, Hiccup." The boy flinched, well that ruled out pretending he was someone unimportant.
"Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Third, returned from death. It is an honour to meet you. My name is Alvin the Treacherous." Hiccup almost widened his eyes at the name, but he forced himself to keep on a pokerface and stay still and silent. The black haired man grinned again and walked closer to him.
"Well, he certainly doesn't take after his father, does he, boys?" He asked the crew, and they all started laughing voraciously at the words their chief had said. Hiccup felt his face fall back into a look of pure sarcasm.
"Sure, laugh, it's not like I've never heard it before." Immediately all the Outcasts started laughing harder until his chief silenced them with a movement of his hand.
"He's got some spunk, boys." The men around them started chuckling a bit again. Hiccup winced when their chief was standing even closer to him than before, and tried to lean away from the big threat before him. He swallowed, and realised he should've kept his mouth shut.
"Tell me Hiccup, I've heard some things about you." Alvin started with a low voice. Hiccup scrunched up his nose in disgust when he saw the way the chief leered at him. Swallowing heavily he tried to steer his look away to the men on the ship, but felt equally disgusted when he saw some looked at him in a worse way. Sighing he turned his gaze back to the chief before him, and focused on an ugly mole on his cheeck with some hairs sprouting from it.
"I've heard you trained a dragon." Hiccup was careful not to let anything through that would notify the big man before him that, yes, he had trained a dragon. Instead, Hiccup fell back on something he knew just as well as the back of his hand.
"A dragon? Pray tell, how would I stand before you if I had tried to train a fucking dragon?" He spit it out with as much sarcasm as he could muster. The Outcast frowned suspisciously and started speaking again.
"So you didn't train a dragon? A Night Fury to be exact." Hiccup huffed out a high scoff and shook his head before he answered with an overly sweet voice.
"Sure I did. And while I was doing it, the Night Fury didn't even try to kill me and my twig body and snap it into pieces." When the Outcasts looked triumphantly at him, the sarcasm he spoke with became real and Hiccup looked at them with disbelief.
"No, you idiots, of course I didn't train a dragon! Look at me!" He huffed a bit skeptically and tilted his chin. He pierced the gaze of the chief with his own.
"Hm, well, than you're pretty useless to us. But still, I bet Stoick would pay handsomely to get his runt back." He finished the sentence with a cracked tooth grin. Hiccup felt a muscle underneath his eye twitch.
"Wow, Outcasts aren't that smart, are they?" He asked while trying to swallow the fear back.
"Excuse me?" Alvin said with a tight voice and narrowed eyes. Hiccup tried to word his sentence carefully without being killed as result.
"Well, Stoick and I aren't really on good terms right now. When his lackeys found me in Europe and dragged me back to Berk, I kind of set everything on fire and was thrown into prison as result." The Outcasts started laughing at this, but their leader wasn't as easily won over.
"I don't believe you." He said quietly, voice daring him to say something back.
"Why else do you think I was on that beach? I was trying to escape from the prison, you thordamned oafs! And I almost succeeded, but you just had to capture me." The silence that followed his sentence was tense. Hiccup started getting a bad feeling about it. Slowly a smile crept on the face of his foe, and then the man turned around to face his crew.
"Well, lads, that's a pity, isn't it." He stood there in mock selfpity. Then he turned around again, and approached Hiccup, who felt he was standing way too close to the tall boy. He swallowed heavily when a meaty hand ran throught the copper and bronze locks, highlighted by the silver shine of the moon, only to continue its journey on Hiccup's shoulder to his chest. Hiccup stepped backwards, but was stopped when he felt a wooden wall in his back. Panick started making him shoot his eyes around, searching for an escape. Just when he needed his dragon, was Toothless nowhere in sight. Dread filled him to the brim when Alvin started creeping closer again and grabbing him by the arm and throwing him forward, to the crew. The boy stumbled but halted just a few short metres away from the Outcasts, who were all grinning at him in a way that left Hiccup positively vindicated. He felt Alvin standing behind him, and his voice boomed to the crew.
"He's actually a pretty little thing, isn't he, boys?" The crew catcalled callously and agreed loudly with their chief. Hiccup felt a hand in his hair, forcing his face even higher and exposing his throat. "Another thing that makes it clear he doesn't take after Stoick."
"Well, so we can't get dragons and we can't get money from Stoick either." Alving mock tutted and Hiccup felt him shake his head behind him, fear making him tremble. Keep it together Haddock! He thought. The group leered expectantly at their chief and the captive. Hiccup tried to swallow the lump in his throat away. But when he tried to move away from the smelly body behind him, the grip on his hair tightened and he almost choked because of the strain on his throat. He tried to think, but was way to ovewhelmed by the paralysing fear.
"But we deserve a treat, lads, don't ya think?" The men grinned and nodded happily. He felt Alvin shaking behind him with silent chuckles. He felt sick, really, really sick. He started breathing more heavily, struggling to get oxygen in his lungs through the narrow pipe of his throat. He spasmed wildly when he felt something wet on his neck, making a line while moving up to his jawbone. He heard a soft giggle in his ear. The crowd looked greedily to the boy who was held by their chief, and some were palming their crotches while checking the lean leather-clad body before them out. Hiccup closed his eyes so hard it pained him to do it. Half-heartedly he tried to free his hands, and his eyes shot open when he felt that the knot on his wrists had loosened. A spark of hope made its way through the panicky despair. He could free himself. He only needed to play along.
"Oh, yeah, sure. Killing and capturing and torturing really deserves a treat. Why not ask Loki to dance around while having sex with a bear?" The crowd didn't say anything, but looked at their chief for comebacks.
"Hm, we'll shut you up in a second, boy. And then the things that will come out of that pretty mouth won't be sarcastic words." The crew started laughing again, and some were already ditching their weapons in favor of putting their hands in their pants. Meanwhile, Hiccup was cackling wildly inside his mind and felt his hand slip out of the knot, and then the other one followed. He held the rope with two hands, and loosened the knot further and slipped his hands back in, wincing a little when he felt the rough rope chafe at his wrists.
Then he startled once again when he was forced on his knees, and face the dirty pants of Alvin. He should be scared, but he couldn't be, not when the chief was so dumb to have no one behind Hiccup's back to see how his hands slipped out of the rope once again. A strong hand grabbed him by the sides of his face, making his jaw and cheekbones ache like mad. Then he felt his face being forced up to look into the leering face of the bulky man.
"Well, nevermind that actually. After this you won't even have a voice to scream your pleas for help with." The man smiled darkly and loosened his pants, forgetting the sharp sword on his side. Hiccup glared at him. When the hand tried to force his mouth open, he stubbornly fought it.
"Shh, open up, little boy. I've got something for you." Hiccup tensed when the man took out his erect penis, and waved it in front of his face. Even when the man slapped it on his cheek, Hiccup kept a steely facade, waiting for the right moment. When the man had forced the tip inside of his mouth, he saw his chance. He bit on the offending and vile piece of meat and grabbed the sword. Alvin jumped back with a yelp, cradling his bits with two hands.
Hiccup spit the dirty taste out of his mouth and gripped the sword tighter. He walked forward, with green fire burning in his eyes and had the crew and Alvin recoiling instinctively at it. Hiccup grinned when he saw that some already had their weapons ready. Calmly he walked forward, and knocked the first few soldiers who had come screaming at him out with a smooth movement of the back of his sword. The crew looked scared at him. Hiccup looked down at the big bodies on the ground and snorted when he thought of how easy they went down. He felt anger taking over and he gripped the sword even tighter. He tested the weight a bit, and decided that it was a well enough sword. But when he looked up again, the Vikings around him felt their insides freeze three times over. Then they understood why the Berserkers warned them about the scrawny boy.
"Finally," Hiccup started with a dangerous low voice, eyes glinting. "A challenge."
And with those words, the fight began.
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Meanwhile with the dragon riders...
"Ugh, I knew Hiccup couldn't defend himself." Snotlout spoke the sentence with a mix of irritation and bravado. Astrid glared at him from Stormfly. The boy on the Nightmare continued.
"I mean, look at him, he's just so... Hiccup!" Astrid snorted and looked over the dark waves of the ocean again, straining her eyes to see in the dark with the only light coming from the moon and the stars. Fishlegs started hovering closer to Snotlout, and looked skeptically at the pompous boy.
"He bested you in a swordfight just yesterday." He supplied helpfully. Normally, Astrid would've grinned. The twins also started flying closer. Tuffnut and Ruffnut cackled at Fishleg's answer.
"Yeah," Tuffnut started, "And he bests you in archery and dragonriding too." Snotlout glared at the male part of the blond twins.
"Tsk, that's just luck. And besides, I obviously have the better looking genes in the family." Again the twins started laughing, but this time it was Ruffnut who looked amused at Snotlout and answered him.
"Better looking than Hiccup? Are you mad? He has all the girls in the village running after him, and, if you look a bit more closely, a lot of guys give him lingering looks of lust too." Snotlout started stuttering at that and scoffing skeptically.
"What does he have what I don't?" Rufnutt opened her mouth widely again and looked at the offended boy with something that looked like pity.
"Dreamy eyes, nice hair, a Night Fury, leather suit, amazing muscles...-" At that Snotlout looked really undignified.
"Muscles?!" He sputtered out. "That scrawny little git, and you say-" But he couldn't finish his sentence. Astrid looked at them with a serious look in her eyes.
"Look down, an Outcast boat." The gang squinted their eyes and finally saw the sails of an Outcast ship, and a big moving blur on it. Fishlegs leaned over to look at the scene better.
"But what's happening on it?" He asked confused, trying to make out what the blur was.
"Let's find out." Astrid said determinedly while signing to the rest of the group to descend.
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Hiccup felt his arms burn. He had struck down a major part of the Outcasts, but even his fury and his skills combined didn't equal the power needed to hold off an entire ship of horny Outcasts. For everyone he struck down, another came into their place.
He was panting loudly, and looked around, blood streaking his hands and his sword. The situation was hopeless, especially since Alvin finally had found another sword and came at him. The chief grinned wildly at him.
"You little piece of shit. You really are going to feel it when we're done with you." With those words he swung his sword down, and Hiccup blocked it but his arms quivered with the strength it took to hold of the swing. He felt his feet slip away, and then his grip on the sword. With a cry he threw himself to the side, losing his sword in the progress but saving his chest from becoming minced meat. He tried to stand up, but was ruthlessly pushed down again.
"Let me go!" He'd forgone any hope of escaping or persuading his way out, and he now resorted to clawing at the others face and trying to wring himself from the tight grip. But he was held cruelly down, and he started panicking when he felt his pants being tugged down. He resumed his struggles, now fighting with even more fervour and desperation but sobbed when he couldn't get away.
"No! You filthy rapist!" Instead of letting go or giving an answer, Alvin just laughed and pulled his pants open. Hiccup started struggling when he saw the disgusting meat standing erect. He was again forced on his knees and the penis dangled in front of his face. Hiccup looked at it in horror and felt a silent tear drip down from his eye.
"Now, little boy, eat my cock." Alvin grinned down at the trapped rider, but Hiccup felt something rise up in him again. In a last act of defiance he bit it again, and rucked up his pants, scrambling away and finding a sword in one of the dead Outcasts' hands. He grabbed the end of it, slippery with blood, while he was pulled back by his ankle. He turned around again and pointed the sword with shaking hands at the throat of the chief. The man gripped his wrist tightly in retaliation and twisted it harshly. Hiccup let out a cry, but before he let the sword fall he swung with it for a last time. The blade sliced its way through the Outcast's eyebrow and cheekbone before it fell down with a metallic clatter. Hiccup started hyperventilating when this didn't stop the pursuit of the Viking.
"You're dead!" The man screamed out and tried to force Hiccup's legs open. And then they heard the familiar sound of a dragon growling and shooting fire. Alvin couldn't be more afraid. Hiccup couldn't be more relieved.
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A/N Soooooo that was pretty dark. I am not good with this stuff. Whew, that was tough to write. But it kinda just happened y'know. Sorry for the darkness in this chapter. Also, thanks for all you guys who follow me and review stuff. It really lifts my heart up to write more shit for this shit. yeah, i am so eloquent. Well peeps, thanks for readin!