Alright, so I just want to make something clear:
I HATE WRITING TORTURE SCENES. Honestly, I really do hate writing them, and really tr to avoid them, but it seemed required for this story, and for what I'm going to do with it later. There aren't going to be anymore scenes like the last one, just so you all know. :) Onwards, friends, to chapter 25! :D
Alvin didn't notice that he had knocked Hiccup unconscious. He punched the boy seven or eight more times before he realized that the Berkian heir wasn't even feeling any of his hard blows. It was for nothing, then.
He would feel them when he woke up, though, Alvin knew. The Outcast Chief turned to his soldiers, who were waiting by the door for further instruction. He smiled murderously.
"Take him to his cell," Alvin said. The men stepped forward and began undoing Hiccup's chains and ropes. "And...actually…" Alvin continued. The men paused, waiting for orders. "Throw him in the save cage as the Night Fury," he said. "Let it be an example to the dragon of what happens when you don't do what Alvin the Treacherous tells ya to do."
The soldiers nodded, and then dragged an unconscious Hiccup away, towards the Outcast prison.
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Toothless paced his cage, waiting for Hiccup to return. The Outcasts had locked Toothless in a very wet and damp cell. Water dripped from the ceiling in large bouts, soaking Toothless from head to toe which made him unable to use his plasma blasts to break down the door. They had muzzled him, too, and no amount of pawing was changing it. It was a tight, strong, secure muzzle that wrapped around his snout, and then tied around his neck, so taking it off was almost impossible without some sort of knife or sword to cut through it.
In other words, he was trapped, alone and scared, not knowing where Hiccup was, or even how Hiccup was. He was sitting in the wet cell, not knowing what to do, or even what he could do. He was stuck. If Hiccup needed his help, then Toothless wasn't able to give it to him.
So, he waited. He waited with bated breath for Alvin to return with Hiccup (or, it didn't even need to be Alvin. It could have been another soldier, and Toothless would have been fine with it.
He hoped to death that Hiccup was alright. Toothless didn't know what he would do if he wasn't. If the Outcasts had hurt Hiccup somehow, then Toothless would never forgive himself. He had promised that he would never let anything hurt Hiccup, and that was a promise he intended to keep.
Suddenly, torch light greeted his eyes, and he lifted his head towards his cell door. He saw two figures dragging a smaller one, one of the Outcasts carrying a candle while another Outcast carried a sword.
However, Toothless ignored the two soldiers entirely, his sole focus on the third body.
Hiccup.
One of the Outcasts unlocked the prison cell while the other one tossed Hiccup inside the minute it was open. He was unconscious, Toothless noticed, as he caught his rider with his head.
The Outcasts had knocked him unconscious! How dare they!?
The two soldiers left shortly afterwards, and Toothless panicked. He smelled blood all over his co-pilot, along with the stench of slightly burned skin. Toothless also smelled (very faintly), Monstrous Nightmare. That explained the burned skin; a Nightmare had slashed Hiccup.
"Hiccup...Hiccup!" Toothless shouted over and over again. Hiccup didn't respond. His body was limp. "Okay...okay...it's okay, Hiccup," Toothless said, trying to calm himself down although it clearly wasn't working very well. The Night Fury shifted, resting his rider on his wing instead of making him lie on the wet ground. Toothless draped his other wing over Hiccup, just as he had done after saving his master during the battle against the Red Death.
The boy let out a pained moan, and Toothless felt so helpless. He couldn't help his rider, and he hated himself for it. All he could do was offer him comfort, and even that wasn't much in the dragon's mind.
"We'll get out soon, Hiccup," Toothless promised. "I'll get you out."
He couldn't help but think of his last promise, though. He had promised that he would never let the Outcasts hurt Hiccup. Look how that promise turned out. Hiccup was hurt and unconscious now on top of that. Toothless could smell the blood on his clothing, and by the boy's pale features, he had lost more blood than was healthy.
Of course, losing blood wasn't healthy at all, but by Hiccup's blood loss, he was in the danger zone. Plus, parts of his skin were turning black and blue. Toothless didn't want to imagine what the Outcasts had done to him, but of course, part of his mind continued to wonder.
How dare they?
That was one of Toothless' most coherent thoughts. How dare they hurt Hiccup? How dare they so much as touch him? Who did they think they were? Who gave them the right? What made them so special?
Toothless didn't even like it when Astrid punched Hiccup on the shoulder, even though the dragon knew they were acts of affection. But the Outcasts had hit Hiccup repeatedly by the looks of it, and they had done it without mercy.
Toothless was going to make sure each and every single Outcast on Outcast Island got what they deserved. He was going to make them pay. He was going to make absolutely certain that no Outcast ever touched his Hiccup (or any Berkian for that matter) ever again. He was going to scare them into not hurting anyone ever again, dragon and human alike.
For now, however, Toothless could only lay on his side with Hiccup cradled protectively in the embrace of his wings. There was nothing else for the dragon to do at that moment but wait, and just hope that Hiccup would be alright.
Do you guys think I'm doing a good job? I really don't know sometimes...this chapter was kind of hard to write, so it took me a little longer than I wanted it to, but yeah, here it is! :) I hope you like it! :D