Chapter eleven. Only two more.
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Quick warning, There is some graphic torture warnings set after and before these *** so if you don't want to read it then just skip it.
Frost stood outside Hiccup's door, dressed in non-torn clothes that Rapunzel picked out and shifting where he stood. A package was held loosely in his left hand, his right hand poised to knock on the door.
He finally got up the nerve to knock, but there was no answer. He knocked again, with the same results. He glared at the door before barging in, but no one was in the room. Frost saw a few books scattered here and there so he knew he was in the right room, but Hiccup wasn't here. He frowned before turning and walking out of the room to the other side of the castle, to the only other place he could think of. He knew Hiccup wouldn't be outside, since there was a storm raging and the horse was inside so there was no reason for the boy to risk going out there.
He made his way to the library and pushed the doors open dramatically. Hiccup was sitting cross-legged, writing on some loose paper that Bunny had provided for him, a few books open and even more books stacked beside him.
Frost's features softened, or as best as ice can soften, as he strode into the room. He knelt down next to the busy boy, the horse was laying down a few feet away eying him, and laying a hopefully calming hand on his shoulder.
Hiccup startled, Frost was surprised as well seeing as he made a ton of noise when he entered the room, and dropped the coal he was using to draw.
"Frost! Ugg, don't scare me like that." Hiccup breathed out, his hand clenching his chest, just above his heart.
"Sorry, I thought you heard me." Frost said with a grin, the first grin Hiccup had ever seen from him. The grin made Hiccup's heart stutter.
"Here, I got this for you." Frost held out the package he had been carrying and Hiccup took it hesitantly, but despite that his face was the color of a cherry.
"Thank you." Hiccup started to open the gift, his breath catching as smooth black leather was revealed. He ran his hand down the side, feeling the smooth texture the, no doubt, expensive material held.
"Oh my, Frost, I can't accept this." Hiccup flipped the book open to show blank thick parchment, the book must have cost a fortune on it's own.
"Just, please, keep it." Frost backed away from Hiccup, out of arms distance.
Hiccup noticed that the book was just as thick as his own. It was a bit longer and about and inch or two wider then his old one. Hiccup shook his head.
"O-okay. Thank you Frost, this is..." Hiccup couldn't speak anymore, his throat was dry and he felt tears in his burning eyes. He bowed his head and didn't see Frost move closer.
"Why?" Frost froze a few inches away, shocked at the question, Hiccup should know why, or maybe Frost was being too subtle and Hiccup hasn't picked up on anything.
Hiccup's head was still bowed, Frost wanted to run his hands through the younger boy's hair, he didn't move, neither of them did.
"Why are you being so nice? After treating me like crap for days?" Hiccup whispers hoarsely. Frost's heart stops for a second, what can he say to that? Can he tell him the truth? Should he? Frost sighed, he wants to, but it is too soon.
"Will you join me for dinner?" Frost asked finally. Hiccup looks up and notices that Frost was dressed up, his shirt was a deep blue and wasn't covered in rips and tears, his pants were tan and were cut just after his calves, no shoes adorned his feet.
Hiccup nods slowly and another grin splits Frost's face, forcing a grin out of Hiccup.
Toothless snorts at the two before settling down for a long nap.
Pitch was standing outside the tavern, people were surrounding the small building listening to the loud speech being given by Snotlout, a very uncomfortable Snotlout,
"He is unfit to be the chief! He is spouting nonsense about fictional castles and monsters and he is saying that his son is still alive, though, lets face it, there is no way his son can survive on his own for two and a half months, not with his fear of fire." Snotlout looked very unsure, like he didn't believe a word he said, but the villagers cheered at his words, he felt a little sick, these people turned on their leader in a time of need so easily, a man they trusted with their lives not two months ago.
"If he doesn't prove to us that what he says is true, I say we put him somewhere that he can talk with his own kind!" Snotlout almost stopped, but a look from Pitch had him continue, he had never been afraid of the man, not until a mear four hours before the speech started.
*FLASHBACK*
Snotlout was glaring at Pitch. "We are not going to do this. He has done everything in his power to protect these people, to keep this town going and running smoothly. Sure I want his job, but I don't want him to be rid of, not like that." He protested. Pitch sneered at him. "What happened to 'whatever it takes?' Hm?" Pitch hissed. Snotlout turned his back.
"No. Not like this." His arms were crossed and he was about to walk away, when a hand grips his shoulder.
"You will do as I say, or your Astrid will pay the dues that you owe." Pitch told him, his grip tightening. Snotlout frowned before taking the hand on his shoulder in his own and throwing the man across the room. Pitch chuckled, a broken, dark, evil chuckle that would put fear into any sane man. He stood up with no problem and grinned manically at Snotlout, his teeth looked sharp in the sliver of light that spilled into the darkened room.
"Is that all little Snotlout? And here I thought you were supposed to be the strongest hunter in town." Pitch practically purred as he stalked closer to the shocked teen.
His hands grabbed the boys collar and lifted him easily off the ground. Snotlout grabbed at the hands, but their grip was like iron.
"We had a deal. And if you plan on backing out, I will not only kill you, I will kill your little girlfriend, her family, her friends and your family and friends, slowly while you watch, then I will rip your eyes out of their sockets and leave you to suffer their deaths as the last thing you see, for years you will be stuck with those images before I track you down and gut you like a fish." Pitch growled into Snotlout's ear, making the teen tremble.
He let go suddenly, dropping Snotlout and stepping back, letting his body fall carelessly to the floor. "Do I make myself clear?" He straightened out his own clothes.
Snotlout nodded in terror as the man left him to shake helplessly on the wooden floors.
*END FLASHBACK*
Snotlout made his way back to Pitch, leaving the traitorous villagers to their cheering. He felt physically ill, he rushed to the barrel that sat next to the building he was standing behind and emptied his stomach. Pitch chuckled at him.
"Don't worry. Soon this will be all over and you will have the job of your dreams and possibly the girl of your dreams as well." A dark chuckle filled Snotlout's ears, but he didn't look up, he didn't want to see that monster right now.
Hiccup was laughing and dancing around the room with Frost as the instruments played. The ball room was lit up with lanterns, the flames hidden from view so Hiccup wouldn't freak out.
North and Toothiana were singing and Mrs DunBroch was dancing with her husband, a large pot that looked to fit enough soup for fifty or more people. He had a silver finish, but had a red lid, his face was painted on just like his family's, his eyes the same shade as Merida's.
Rapunzel was in the corner, grinning and talking lively with a frying pan, he was blue and white with a carved on face.
Before long Hiccup was out of breath and Frost took him by the hand, leading him out to a balcony just to the right of the ballroom. Hiccup was grinning and talking adamantly about something or other.
"This was so much fun Frost. Thank you for tonight." Hiccup said once they had the doors closed. Frost grinned at him.
"Hiccup, tonight has been the best night of my life." Frost said as he got closer to the boy. Hiccup's breath hitched but his grin never faded.
"I wish it could be like this more often." Hiccup whispered, he bowed his head and moved to the rails, his arms resting on them as he leaned out.
"I," Hiccup started, but his throat constricted. "I miss my family. My sister and my dad." Hiccup whispered. Frost came up behind him and hugged him from behind.
"I'm sorry." He told him. He was, truly sorry that everything bad happened to Hiccup. But then, a greedy part of him can't help but think about how glad he was that everything did happen, because if it didn't, then he never would have met Hiccup in the first place. That thought depressed him.
The moon was full and illuminated the land in pale light. Hiccup pulled out of Frost's embrace and started to walk away. Frost grabbed at his wrist.
"I just need some time to myself." Hiccup muttered before running off into the ballroom and then out of the castle.
Frost looked down a few minutes later to see Hiccup and Toothless, walking around in the gardens. But something wasn't right. Something moved to the left of the two friends.
Frost looked closer, Wolves!
Frost jumped the balcony, knowing it wouldn't hurt him, and dashed to the two, but he wasn't fast enough and the wolves attacked the unguarded pair.
Frost threw a few snowballs that crashed a couple of wolves, but he wasn't able to stop the rabid horse that was running as fast as it could to the gate, with an unconscious rider atop him.
"HICCUP!"
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Mars
