[[[WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SCENES OF VIOLENCE AND MATURE LANGUAGE. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.]]
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(A/N: I am doing a Syren's voice Q & A on my instagram story. I'd be happy to talk about my story there, feel free to write and ask anything.)
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A poem about anger. Written by: Charmaine Wallace.
Anger
It is the vexing of the soul
A swelling of the veins waiting to explode
It's like the rushing of blood to the head
Saying things, you would rather left unsaid
Anger
I am beside myself
Tossing and frowning, I lost my head
I need to stop and find me again
a calming of the soul and tranquility within
and cease this war that rages in
Anger
let it not be said
that I unleashed the monster under my bed
anger, please stay out of my head
Control, Calm and Purpose
That's my request instead.
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The night fury was sailing at the sea again. This time they were setting course towards the port of Berk. They were returning as heroes, as winners.
Hiccup was isolated in his cabin while his crew was celebrating their victory on deck. He could hear their drinking and dancing, their feet hitting the wooden floor above his head.
She was there too.
Tied up on the ship's mast, still unconsious, while the crew was dancing and drinking around her completely wasted. They would occasinaly throw food at her or mock her about her lady-like parts in the most disgusting and hidieus of ways.
He couldn't watch. He could't.
And he also couldn't stop them. They were on the mission too, as much as he was. To return to Berk with the Mermaid and earn their freedom. That was the deal. He couldn't chose between his crew's freedom and his own, and his lover. They were pirates. Pirates of the mighty night fury, the worst and most feared ship in the archepelago. And he was their captain. What was expected of him would be to join their feist too. To drink and celebrate their victory.
But this didn't feel like a victory at all. To him, this turn of events was far from pleasant to him. But how could he tell them? How could he expect a bunch of pirates to understand? How could he explain that the visious Captain Haddock...had fallen in love...with a Mermaid?
He couldn't watch them do those thigs to her. He couldn't look her in the eye after all this.
He could only hear them.
Since the moment they took her, literaly right through his arms, he hadn't be able to sleep or eat or do anything else rather than think.
Mixed emotions fighting inside him. Saddness, anger , rage.
You would see it first in his eyes, then a tension of his muscles, an inability to think clearly soon followed. The rational Hiccup was offline and the primitive Captain Haddock who reverted to his old habits was in the room. Suddenly his self control was gone, his ability for nuance and emotional generosity were gone too. His fists would stay firmly by his sides, and his words could do more damage than they ever could. When he got mad, he was trying to bring the voice of his mother on his mind to remind him that anger is born of pain and sadness, that he needed to calm himself, find himself, ignite his feelings of love and protectiveness in that moment of anger.
But right now, all he could think was how badly he hated Eret and his two royal dogs. How much he would enjoy beating the shit out of him and throw him in the sea.
There was a knock on the door.
Before he got to respond the cabin door opened and Eret Dagur and Spitelout walked in.
"You wanted to see us kid?" Spitelout said.
"It's Captain Haddock to you." He replied as he locked the door.
The three of them flinched when they saw that movement. There was something different about him today. A certain glimer in his eyes. Almost like the look a preditor gives to its pray before they kill it. Dark and cold. Does he intend to kill them? After all they did completely disobay his orders and disrespected his authority. Yes they were three against one. Yes they obviously had more more muscles and were stronger and biger than him. And yes he was probably too drunk.
But then again...He was the master of the sea.
And they knew the stories.
"I asked you three rats to drag you fat asses down here because I have a question."
Rage and anger started to take over him. Suddenly the darkness of his dark reputation came back up to the surface, ready to strike.
You would think that all those months he spent with Astrid would soften him up, maybe even change him. Make him a better person.
But some things never change.
And a murderer, will always be a murderer.
Especialy when provoked. Especialy when someone threatens him, or his loved ones.
And the three of them were walking in a thin rope for too long.
His fingers curled tightly around his sword. He could see their necks snapping in his mind and it felt good. He could feel his fist smashing into Eret's nose, splattering red blood on the dirty walls. He wanted to ram their stupid emblyms right up their noses, or even better, down their throats. What an improvement that would be.
But instead the edge of his sword found the table in the middle of the room with a loud and sudden BAM.
"Have you fucking lost your fucking stupid minds?" He screamed making them all jump. "Who the fuck do you think you are running around doing shit witout my permision?!"
The three sailors were speachless. They weren't moving an inch. This was a really good deja vu with the time King Stoick was making them feel that way. Back then they were so sure they wouldn't lose their heads. King Stoick would never kill his best sailors. His own navy. But now look at them. Shaking like fish out of the water. Scared for their lives maybe even for the first time in their lives. Afraid that he is going to take their heads any moment.
"I am the Captain of this ship! And you are my subjects under the King's orders! I am the one who gives the orders! I am the one who plans! You are the ones who follow my orders!"
BANG.
Hiccup's fist found the table.
"This is the night fury and I am the master of the sea. Everyone who's lucky enough to be aboard and alive, answers to me!"
There is a scream from deep within that forces its way from his mouth, it is as if his terrified soul has unleashed a demon. All he feels is anger, all he feels is that he doesn't want to be close to anyone at all because then he doesn't have to trust anyone, it'll be safer. And he knows he is hiding a truth from himself, of how much this has really to do with sadness and the scars that just won't heal. Yet his fists clench and his teeth lock.
"Do you know what happens to those who don't?"
A freezing breeze passed through their bodies.
"C-Captain-"
"SHUT YOUR MOUTH!"
He gritted his teeth from effort to remain silent, his hunched form exuded an animosity that was like acid - burning, slicing, potent.
"I give you one simple order. I told you that I was handling the situation. All you had to do was sit back and wait until I give you orders."
"B-But...you were...taking too long-"
"SHUT. UP."
"Dagur's right." Eret said in a steady calm voice. "It was almost like she was enchanting you. You were spending way to much time with that beast."
That last word stung only fueling the fire that burned inside of him. This violated phrase was like gasoline to it, his fists began to clench and his jaw rooted.
"I am your Captain. I get to decide when its too much."
"Yer no Captain of mine kid." Spitelout cut in. "I answer to the King and only him. We're all sailors of the royal navy and we will only answer to the royal family."
Little did they know that he was royal family too. Little did they know they were disobaying Prince Henry the third, son of King Stoick the Vast and rightful heir to the throne of Berk. At least that's who he was before...
After his father faked his death, his whle life changed for the better. He was finaly free. He created the life he wanted, all on his own. He was finaly relieved and happy. If the truth about him was released, it would ruin his reputation. It would destroy everything he worked so hard to built.
But it was worth it...she was worth it.
"Then you might as well answer to me." Now there was no turning back. "I am Prince Henry the third."
There were loud gasps filling the cabin. And then a long silence until Eret spoke.
"You- You're the King's son! I knew there was something off about-"
"Say another word and I swear I won't be able to stop myself!" Hiccup screamed.
"Ohohohoho...so that's what happened to ya? The rebel little Prince wanted to play the Pirate?"
"Shut up!"
"Yeah! The Prince always had a thing for things that smelled fishy. If you know what I mean." Dagur laughed.
His hands twitched and he could feel a vein pulsing in his forehead.
He could kill them all. Right there and then. He had killed before. More times than he could count.
"IF YOU SAY ONE MORE-"
"Heeeyyy...calm down kid. It's not our fault you fell in love with the monster."
"Oh Yeah. I was wondering, did you fuck that devil already? What does fishy flesh feel like around yer-"
That was the breaking point of his patience.
At that moment, he was blinded by a five-course serving of rage that tasted bitter, yet surprisingly satisfying.
He reached out. He went to punch Spitelout in the face. When his fist came in contact he fell to the ground wailing in pain, as he tried to shake the aching after taste, upon the taste buds of his hand. He tackled him and held him down so he could not fight back. Eret and Dagur dropped to the floor as the primeval instinct took over. They were watching in absolute shock as Hiccup's fists continued to hit his face. He felt guilty, but he couldn't stop. He knew he should put an end to it and stop before he does something worse, but he just didn't have it in him to stop.
Until Spitelout wasn't moving anymore.
Burning rage hissed through Hiccup's body like deathly poison, screeching a demanded release in the form of unwanted violence. It was like a volcano erupting. Fury sweeping off him like ferocious waves. The wrath consumed like, engulfing him moralities and destroying the boundaries of humanity.
Dagur and Eret slowly got up terrified, staring back and forth between Hiccup and what was left from Spitelout's unrecognizable now face.
"You..." the men in the room were in shock. "You killed him you filthy Pirate!"Dagur screamed and grabed his sword.
Hiccup got up too and run around the table.
He saw the shock in Eret's face and desire for revenge in Dagur's eyes.
He didn't know what to do or how to react. He had no choice. He had already killed one of them, it was too late to turn back now.
They knew his secret. His real identity.
He knew that at this point, there was no turning back.
They circled.
"RAAAAAAAAHHHH!"
Dagur swang his sword quickly, but Hiccup side stepped as he backed up.
Missed.
Hiccup stepped on the carpet, and speeded in towards the exposed opponent. Dagur counted with his sword but Hiccup bushed it aside with his. He knew the next thrust would be to his chest, so he pushed one of the wooden chair toward the oncoming hit. Dagur's blade glanced off the wood.
"FUCK! I'M GONNA KILL YOU HADDOCK!"
Growling in frustration he dropped his sword, and grabbed Hiccup's throat. And that was his biggest mistake, because Hiccup found the chance to plunge his sword to the bare stomach of his adversary. Dagur spouted blood, and fell in slow motion.
Hiccup barely had 3 seconds to catch his breath as eret charged at him.
Suddenly his fist was slamming into his face while it sunk into his stomach. Blood pooled in his mouth as he gagged. They stumbled apart for a brief second to catch their breaths before diving back at each other, eyes narrowed in determination.
In a swift motion Eret grabbed Hiccup by his neck and draged him all the way up on deck where the rest of the crew was. Everyone watched in shock at the siht of the two men covered in blood.
"You see him? This is your Captain! The great master of the sea! And I'm about to snap his head in half!" Eret growled.
Hiccup held tight onto Eret as he slamed their backs on the wall. Eret growled in pain as his body protected Hiccup from hitting the wall.
Then he threw a punch at him.
Hiccup dodged his fist and came up with his own; for a brief instant, his eyes widened before he managed to tilt his head back and slam it into Eret's. Stars burst in Eret's vision but he shook it off, blinding throwing a sloppy kick.
She stepped back, easily evading the kick. "Is that all you got?" he crowed, smirking infuriatingly at him. He growled and threw myself at him again, changing direction at the last minute.
"Nice move Haddock! Are you using that when you're fucking your stupid Mermaid too?"
Hiccup's blood hummed in his veins as determination and anger took over. All that rage came out faster than magma and just as destructive. It consumed all that he was, so delicate under that carefully ordered world.
A sudden gush of pain jolted throughout Eret's body. His stomach ached, his arms lost tension and his legs began to weaken. As he dropped to the ground, his tongue was soaked in the taste of blood. Bruised and winded, he grabbed the foot of the Captain and pulled him to the ground. His head was pounding. He brought his sword into the captains leg, followed by a loud shout of pain.
When it comes to the fight there's no honour, no code. All that matters is the win and we take nothing for granted.
Hiccup got up limping. He couldn't even stand at his own feet anymore.
Their swords gleamed in the cool moon light.
They knew that only one would walk away from this.
His opponent's sword was stained with blood. Hiccup shuffled to the side and awaited in attack, and, possibly, inevitable death. His opponent charged with a mighty cry. He dodged to the side in one fluid move. His enemy swiveled in his direction. His menacing eyes were a blazing red and his dark hood made the rest of his features indistinguishable. Eret thrust his sword forward, only to be met by Hiccup's sword. Both sword met in the air with a resounding 'clang'. Slowly, Eret was tiring. With renewed vigor, he slashed his blade back and forth. Hiccup's wounded leg began bleeding openly.
He threw his body weight behind the fist that edged closer to Eret's face, it hit his jaw with such force blood pooled into his mouth. Pain erupted from the point of impact. With his own two hands Hiccup grasped Eret's head in his hands and brought his knee cap up to his nose, there was a blunt crack and he released his head. He leaked from both his nostrils and his nose was twisted right. He drew his fist back again and it ploughed into his stomach.
His guts smashed together, blood vessels bursting. He repaid this by punching his jaw, his fish collided with all his body weight. He continued this battering until he fell to the floor. His chest gently rose and sank with each shallow breath he drew in.
As Eret was laying on the floor, Hiccup held his sword on top of his chest right above his heart.
You would expect a man that has a sword pointed on his chest, to plead for mercy. To cry and beg for his oponent to forgive him.
But Eret's pride was more than than.
"Do your worst Pirate!" He spat out blood.
And in one loud scream Hiccup pierced through his body, where Eret left his last breath.
Everyone on deck were staring frozen at their Captain who was now panting like crazy.
All of the crew members in shock, looking at the master of the sea, once again, slaying off those who dare to disobay him.
Hiccup looked at them while he spitted blood from his mouth.
"Someone clean this." was all he said.
Then hewhile limnped towards the edge of the stairs.
"And also two others in my cabin."
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(A/N: I am doing a Syren's voice Q & A on my instagram story. I'd be happy to talk about my story there, feel free to write and ask anything.)
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[Thank you for reading so far! This chapter was so intense. I don't usually write emotions like anger so it was interesting for me. I hope you enjoyed it. Don't forget to leave your reviews.]
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