Astrid shuddered, her breath becoming visible in the dark cell.

She'd lost track of how long they'd been on the ship. It was impossible to tell within the bowels of the vessel, but it seemed like an eternity. The pair had since been given a bucket of water and plate of raw fish, which they made the most of. Rationing the liquid and eating what they knew was safe from the carcass, but neither had so much as an idea of where they were being taken.

Hiccup was huddled close to her, clearly as cold as she was. As of recently, the temperature had completely shifted in the room. And despite it being early Fall, this seemed excessive.

The sound of heavy bumps against the hull of the ship caught their attention.

"Wha…" Astrid began through chattering teeth, "W-What is that?"

Hiccup listened carefully, the sound continued, this time scraping across the sides of the ship. "I-It sounds like- ice. "

Suddenly, the two were jolted by the slowing of the ship. The noises ceased, and everything was still. The only sounds emanating through the corridor were their cold, labored breaths. Astrid shivered, though it wasn't the temperature that was causing it. Whatever the reason was for taking them, wherever they had been going, they would shortly discover. They had arrived.

The familiar sound of heavy footsteps echoed off the walls. And within seconds, a crew of guards were approaching the door.

"Astrid, get behind me." Hiccup warned.

Before she could protest, Hiccup pushed himself in front of her as the guards opened the cell door. Two stepped inside, glaring at the pair on the ground, who gladly returned the gesture.

"If you hurt her again-" Hiccup threatened, but to no avail. One of the men grabbed Hiccup by the tunic and slammed him into the floor.

"No!" Astrid yelped as the other went for her, lifting her to her feet and pinning her face-first into the wall. Too cold and weak to fight, she could do nothing but grit her teeth as they bound her hands behind her back.

Hiccup grunted as he was pushed harder into the floor, the guard working on his restraints huffed in amusement.

"Not so tough now, are ya?"

The boy was hauled to his feet, the guard kept a firm grip on his arm as Astrid was finally freed from the wall.

"Neither of 'em are." The other replied, keeping a tight hold on Astrid's waist. She growled at him. "So sad to see this one go, never even got to have our fun."

The girl whimpered as the guard suddenly slid his hand up to grope at her breast.

"GET YOUR HANDS OFF HER!" Hiccup lurched forward, only to be dragged backwards out of the cell. Thankfully, Astrid's guard pushed her after him.

Surrounded by the men in the hallway, they were prompted forward with nearly a dozen spears and crossbows. Clearly, they didn't want to take any more chances after the previous deaths. The two couldn't exactly blame them.

They were forced up the familiar set of stairs, only this time, sunlight did not emanate from doors above. Instead, there was a strange, bluish haze. The cold became more intense as they neared the deck, and when they were shoved through the doors and into the open air, the pair were left to gape at the surrounding territory.

Well, that certainly explained the cold.

They could see no sky, no surrounding waters aside from the port they had docked themselves in. Vast walls of ice encircled them, ships lined in every direction, like a floating base atop the black, icy water.

There was little time to take in their surroundings as they were pushed onward, further onto the deck and into the freezing terrain.

Krogan watched from the bow of his ship as the two prisoners emerged from below deck. Out of their armor and barren of weapons, the two looked practically harmless. It was a wonder how they were able to get the better of his men.

He chuckled to himself. He supposed his crew wasn't the most intelligent there ever was, but that would change soon enough. At least for what he had planned.

"I see you arrived in one piece!"

Krogan turned to the source of the voice, seeing a tall man dressed in extravagant armor walking towards him. Recognizing him as one of the fleet captains.

"And why wouldn't I?" Krogan responded, disinterested.

"Well, according to the dragon hunters, those riders pack a more than powerful punch." The captain stopped beside the man, a smug look on his bearded face. "And last I heard, your men aren't even remotely finished with their training."

Krogan scowled, "And that's where he comes in."

He gestured to the imprisoned riders, being held by guards just across the deck. The captain's eyes widened.

"Isn't that-"

"The heir to the chief of Berk? Leader of the dragon riders himself? Yes it is."

The captain huffed, "Gods, heard plenty about him over the years. Sure doesn't look like much, does he?"

"When his precious Night Fury isn't there to protect him."

"And what of the dragon?"

Krogan's fists clenched, furious that his plan hadn't gone as he'd imagined. Ignoring the question, he stopped a passing guardsman.

"You!" Krogan commanded, the scrawny guard snapped to attention, fear hidden beneath his mask. "Take a few extra men and get that boy to the base's prison. Do not let him out of your sight."

"Yes Krogan!" He replied enthusiastically, before rushing off in the direction of the prisoners.

"What exactly do you want with him, anyway?" The captain went on, testing Krogan's patience. "Without the dragon, the boy's useless."

"Exactly what I've heard again and again." Krogan glared over his shoulder. "Have you forgotten that I'm training my men to fly dragons? Imagine extracting information from than the one who mastered the art before anyone else. Besides, the son of Stoick the Vast? Who better to play a disposable pawn in Drago's war?"

The captain studied the floor, before looking back to the man with a devious smile.

"Perhaps you're-"

"Hiccup! NO-!"

The two were cut off by the screech of a feminine voice. Looking across the deck, the situation became clear. The boy was struggling, being dragged away by several guardsmen, and the blonde girl was going absolutely mad.

"Astrid! It's alright! I'll find you, just stay calm!" The boy called out as he was dragged off the ship. But the girl kept fighting.

"I swear to ODIN if you hurt him! Bring him back, please!"

Krogan watched the scene with amusement, the captain clicked his tongue.

"And who might she be?"

"An inconvenience." Krogan replied shortly, watching her every move like a hawk. Even from afar, she was a nuisance. But a captivating one, nonetheless.

"A feisty inconvenience. Don't suppose you have anything to do with her?" The captain asked, an almost hopeful tone to his voice.

"As a matter of fact, I do." Krogan allowed himself a little smile. "Any chance Milos is still in port?"

The captain stood in silent understanding, before chuckling. "Ah, I see. As a matter of fact, he is. But his ship's set to leave today, if you hurry you might catch him."

Krogan didn't say goodbye, or even acknowledge the captain further as he made his way across the deck, towards the sound of the commotion the girl was causing.

"You're ALL gonna be sorry! Just wait!" She yelled between grunts and growls.

Krogan approached her indifferently, realizing that it was taking three guards to restrain her, even with her hands tied. Her matted, blonde hair was a mess on her head, falling out of the braid and into her face as she struggled. Yes, she was far less intimidating in her current state, but that wasn't really saying much anyways.

She only stopped her struggling when she noticed him approaching, to which she glared fiery daggers into his eyes. Panting heavily, she showed her teeth like a rabid animal caught in a trap.

But Krogan had no time for it. He snatched her away from the men as she gave an awful screech, holding her arm with a vice grip that was sure to leave bruises. He eyed two guardsmen holding crossbows.

"You two, follow me! And keep your weapons drawn, if she tries anything, put an arrow in her back!"

Astrid Hofferson was never one to comply with the enemy. Though, it was hard to appear intimidating with two bowmen behind you just itching to end your life.

She remained silent, being led by Krogan across the shipyard and through what looked like the base of an entire army. Soldiers were littered everywhere, eyeing them as they passed and murmuring to one another as if she couldn't see them. The ships they crossed rocked steadily with the sweeping waves of the black water beneath, leaving Astrid to wonder what could be causing such a disturbance in a cavern like this. Who were these people? They didn't look like dragon hunters. They didn't look like any armada she'd ever seen!

Though, her main focus was on Hiccup, concerned with wherever they had taken him, and whatever they were doing to him. Maybe it was because she felt entirely alone without him, vulnerable, freezing, and damn near naked without her skirt and armor. She just wanted to know their plans for them, but had a feeling she wouldn't have the luxury of someone outright telling her.

Then again, maybe she was better off that way.

They continued their trek until they approached a boat that looked quite different than any of the others. The design was sleeker, more stylized, complete with a deep red sail that stood out among the collection of beige. The insignia was a golden anchor, encircled by tribal flags she didn't recognize. The entire ship seemed out of place, as if it had taken a wrong turn and ended up in this frozen hell by mistake. Not completely unlike herself.

Krogan pulled her aboard, feet dragging like a child being forced into time out. Despite not being the bulkiest of men, he was nearly all muscle, and displayed almost no effort in pulling her along. She knew she was testing her boundaries with the bowmen behind her, but the more she knew she could get away with, the easier it would be to escape.

In the center of the deck, just beneath the blood red sail, was what appeared to be an accommodation quarter. A guard in crimson armor stood outside the door, eyeing the group as they approached, but refraining from words altogether. Krogan stopped before them.

"Is Milos in?" He asked bitterly.

The guard looked him up and down, "He's prepared to sail, not entertaining visitors."

"Do I look like a visitor?" Krogan snapped, then pulled painfully on Astrid's arm. The girl grunted in discomfort. "I have something he'll be interested in."

The guard finally took notice of Astrid, and just like everyone else she'd encountered since The Edge, he looked at her like she was a chest full of golden coins. Not like she was a fellow Viking, or even a human being. Just something they could gawk at, and dream about taking for themselves.

"I see, one moment."

With that, he entered the chambers, quick to close the heavy door behind him, and the group was left to wait. Krogan, clearly growing impatient, kept a vice grip on Astrid's arm. She struggled against him, not to escape, just to get some feeling back in her hand, which was nearly paralyzed from the cold and lack of blood. It was of little use, Krogan simply shot her a fiery glare, then gripped even tighter.

Eventually though, the guard opened the door.

"He'll see to you."

"Excellent." Krogan stepped forward.

The guardsman stopped him before the threshold, "Are the archers necessary?"

Krogan scowled, then gestured to the girl. "For this one? Definitely."

With that, they were allowed in. Astrid stumbled in beside Krogan, and was left to take in her surroundings on the foreign ship. The room was average sized, lined with bookshelves and decorative armor hung on the wooden walls. The edges were dark, only a few small torches served for light. Those, along with a skylight that cast a blue glow from the ceiling above. In the center of the room was a desk, lined with papers and books. For a moment, Astrid thought of how much Hiccup would be at home in a place like this.

But that moment was short lived, because seated at the table, facing them, was a man. He was pale, exaggerated by the blue light shining down on his form. His bald head led down to a concentrated face, and a dark goatee neatly trimmed around the edges. From what Astrid could see of his clothing, it was the same crimson of the guardsmen's armor, though it certainly wasn't the same material. It almost looked like silk, or satin, lined with golden trimmings and sophisticated hemming.

His face was down-turned, focused on something concealed among the countless items on his desk. Writing away with a metallic ink pen.

"Milos," Krogan started, voice less demanding than Astrid had ever heard of him. "Long time, no see."

The man kept his eyes on his work, sighing. "I assume there's a good reason you chose to interrupt my busy schedule." He shifted some papers as he spoke with an accent that vaguely reminded Astrid of Viggo's. "I'm off in less than an hour, you know?"

"You know I'm not in the business of wasting my colleague's time."

"We are most certainly not colleagues."

Astrid saw Krogan's jaw clench, "No? Perhaps that can change, I have something to offer you."

"The last whore I bought from you sold for less than a yak."

"This one, is no whore."

Finally, Milos' attention peaked. He looked up from his paperwork, eyes going straight to Astrid. They flickered over her entire form.

"A warrior?" He asked, clearly intrigued.

"A dragon rider." Krogan emphasized. "And a bitch, killed three of my men. Brought her in with a boy, figured you'd be interested in this one."

"I see." Milos drew out his words. He stood from the desk, walking around to approach the girl directly. He was more stalk than muscle, and barely Astrid's height. His clothing hung low, and it was clear by his posture, this man thought very highly of himself.

He moved until he was a mere foot from her, still eyeing her as many others had. But something about his stare... He didn't look hungry or lustful, he simply looked thoughtful.

He spoke again, keeping his gaze on Astrid, but avoiding her eyes. "She's old."

"Fifteen, I reckon." Krogan mused.

Milos huffed, "Fifteen?! Maybe if she weren't so tall. Sixteen, at bare minimum."

"I'm nineteen." Astrid shot, confused and irritated at their conversation. Though, her comment was disregarded entirely.

"Have it your way, she's sixteen." Krogan settled.

"Of course, none of that matters if she isn't what you're implying she is." Milos straightened himself even more, hands clasping behind his back. "Is she?"

"Isn't that your area of expertise?"

Milos was silent, before finally meeting Astrid's gaze. His eyes a menacing hazel, icy in the cool light of the room. "Stand in front of the table."

He'd turned on his heel and walked away before Astrid could react, she was quickly released and pushed forward by Krogan. She rubbed the feeling back into her numbed arm, before surveying the room a little closer. The bowmen were still behind Krogan, ready to kill her if she tried anything. No exits aside from the main door, or the skylight, which was at least ten feet above.

She idly walked to stand in front of the cluttered desk, subconsciously happy to be away from Krogan for the first time in a while. But her relief was short lived, upon Milos' next command.

"Take off your clothes."

It was dismissive, like his words had no weight. He wasn't even looking at her, just organizing the items on his desk, stacking them to clear the surface.

Astrid didn't move, just stared at the man in shock and disgust.

He finally finished clearing the table, then looked at the girl. His face was unreadable as he made his way around to stand directly in front of her.

"Do I need to repeat myself?"

"Go to hell." She muttered, still glaring and altogether unafraid of what would come of it.

He didn't get angry, or react with violence as Krogan would have. In fact, he smiled.

"Do you know what business I have with you, darling?"

Astrid stayed silent, realizing then that she did want to know. Why was she there? What were they doing with her? If they were going to rape her and throw her beaten body into the ocean, they would've done it by now. This? This was just confusing.

Milos held his smile, "Well you see, I'm a merchant. Well-acclaimed throughout northern Scandinavia. I buy things. I sell things."

Astrid's stomach dropped.

He continued, "And, darling, the moment you set foot on this ship, you became a thing. Which means you have no say, and you have no control. So, I'm going to repeat myself for the final time. Take. Off. Your. Clothes… Unless you want me to cut them off, but it is dastardly cold out here, I figured you'd rather put them back on when we're done here. Doesn't matter much to me."

Astrid stared, feeling like the weight of the world was just dropped on her shoulders. Everyone was looking at her. Silent. Waiting. Though every ounce of her pride screamed at her not to, the rational bit of her forced her hands to grasp the hem of her shirt.

Cornered, she took the command head on.

She screwed her eyes shut, as if that could somehow trick her brain into believing she wasn't doing what she was doing.

She pulled, sweeping the article over her head and dropping it next to her. Still in the dark, she kicked off her boots, then reached for her waistband. In a final act of courage, she slid her leggings down, and pushed the bunched article aside with her foot. Then she straightened. Eyes still shut, the cold air like needles against every inch of her exposed body.

When she opened her eyes, Milos wasted no time. He stepped closer to her, notably sniffing and making a face.

"Smells like piss."

"Singetail, to be exact." Krogan butted in. "Untrackable."

"I see… Open your mouth, darling."

Astrid was confused, but there were certainly worse things he could ask of her. She obliged.

He leaned in to get a good look, and she silently wished he'd go in with his fingers. She'd absolutely love to see his reaction once she'd bitten them clean off.

"Hmm, a bit crooked on the bottom. But well maintained."

The man's gaze then drifted from her face, down her neck, and settled on her chest.

"Pretty skin. A few scars." He noted, before reaching out and shamelessly grabbing her breasts. Astrid bit her tongue before it had the chance to dissuade, jaw clenching as she was violated for the umpteenth time since her capture.

Don't show fear. She told herself, forcing her eyes to remain on Milos. Even void of her boots, she was still taller than him. Which gave her a bizarre sense of comfort. Stand your ground.

His grasp was surprisingly soft, not calloused or rough like the soldiers had been. This man was no fighter, that much she could tell. But, much like his gaze, his grasp wasn't hungry. He seemed to weigh her mounds thoughtfully in each hand, squeezing them and running his cold thumbs over her nipples.

"Breasts are small." He cocked his head. "But firm."

His hands then traveled down her sides, feeling over her waist and down the sides of her hips. She shivered beneath his touch.

"Slim, but muscular. Definitely a warrior."

He went on feeling her, like a farmer meticulously choosing the best animal from a stockhouse. Then, his hand slipped between her legs, and his fingers brushed against her sensitive folds. Astrid choked on a gasp, but held her stoic demeanor.

Milos stared at her face as he felt her down there, not shying away from any inch of her body. Thankfully though, he pulled his hand away.

"Turn around."

She did, just happy she didn't have to look at him any longer. But it didn't take long for him to stir the pot of rage she was concealing.

"Ooooh, now we're talking..."

Astrid's confusion was momentary before his hands eagerly grabbed her ass. He ran his palms over her curves, squeezing handfuls and digging fingers roughly into her flesh.

"Just enough muscle, and so soft…" He breathed into her ear. She gulped, feeling like her chest was about to erupt from rage. "You, my darling, have a perfect ass."

Astrid could imagine it so perfectly. She could see herself elbowing him in the rib-cage right then and there, the bones would crack oh so easily from her position...

"Can we get on with it?" Krogan spoke up. Astrid turned to see him leaning against the wall, arms crossed with impatience. "We know she's pretty. But that's not what makes her valuable."

"I suppose you're right." Milos sighed, and depressingly removed his hands. Astrid was relieved, before a swift smack to her butt made her yelp. "On the desk, sweet cheeks. Face up."

She didn't hide her glare, but when she turned to look at him, Milos was digging through one of the desk drawers, looking for something.

Astrid's eyes drifted across the table, noting that there was enough room for her to lay, but dreading the demeaning position. Taking a final look at the entrance to the room, the bowmen were still poised. Accepting defeat, pressed her naked hips against the edge, then laid herself back onto the cold surface.

In her position, she was staring directly up into the skylight. The bright blue light emanating from the icy walls of the cavern nearly blinding her. It shone down like a spotlight, as if she needed any more attention drawn to her exposed self.

Before she even realized it, Milos was standing in front of her, between her spread, dangling legs. Looking down on her with intrigue, the light above casting ghostly shadows that darkened his face. He chuckled deeply.

"You look good like this."

Astrid clenched her fists so hard she could feel blood drawing from her palms.

Milos didn't gawk for long, instead, he kneeled before the table. His face mere inches away from her undercarriage. He was silent for a long while, and she was left to wonder exactly what it was about her crotch he found so interesting.

"Hairy. Though, that can be taken care of."

Astrid kept her eyes on the skylight, wishing Thor would just strike her dead and save her from the humiliation.

"But never mind that, let's see if you're worth something…"

His fingers were on her again. Only this time, they explored much deeper. Astrid screwed her eyes shut as his cold thumbs dug into her warm slit, and painstakingly spread her open. It was such an odd sensation, everything all sensitive and stretched. And he just kept spreading her! Leaning in so close, his breath trickled across her flesh. A chill ran down her spine.

He held her like that for an eternity before he found what he was looking for.

"Mmhh… there it is." He muttered. "A bit stretched, but it's there."

"So she's a maiden, then?" Krogan pressed.

"She is."

Astrid blinked, finally realizing what it was they'd been so adamant about. He'd been looking for her maidenhead… But what did that have to do with-?

"So it's settled!" Krogan affirmed, stepping toward the desk. "I'm certain we can negotiate a price-"

"Whoa whoa whoa there!" Milos stood from his place between Astrid's thighs. "Let's not act too hastily, now. You know good and well how this goes, Krogan. I still need to assure that all the equipment works properly."

Krogan scowled, then leaned back against his place on the wall. He knew, he thought through the frustration, but thought it to be entirely unnecessary.

Astrid remained still on the table, having absolutely no idea what they were referring to. Equipment?..

Suddenly, Milos was fumbling with a small bottle of something he'd pulled from the side of the desk. It must've been whatever he was searching through the drawers for earlier, Astrid hadn't even noticed it sitting right beside her. He pulled the cork loose with a pop, and very carefully swirled whatever liquid was inside. He tilted it slowly, allowing a single drop to coat the tip of his finger, hardly any at all.

His free hand rubbed softly across her inner-thigh, pushing her legs open a little wider. His finger, coated in the strange substance, dipped between her legs.

Milos smirked, "This might tickle."

Astrid gasped in shock as his finger rubbed across the hypersensitive flesh of her clit, the liquid transferring over. Milos moved slowly, rubbing the little nub in small circles, spreading the substance. The first touch of anyone there but her own...

It wasn't long before she started feeling the effects. The skin beneath his finger began to feel icy, like it was about to freeze off. Then, it started to tingle. Like little currents of lightning weaving their way deep inside. Deep, deep inside.

Milos continued to rub. Except now switching to the much larger pad of his thumb, he thrummed her sensitive spot, speed increasing with each passing second.

Astrid blinked. Feeling the tingles sink impossibly deep, until they struck something that made her insides twinge.

Oh…

Ohhhhh-

She couldn't exactly help the little groan that came from her throat, in fact, she hadn't realized it until it was already trilling off her tongue. But such an action snapped her back to reality, and she realized what he was trying to do. What he was trying to make her body do.

No… Nonononono-!

"Feels good, huh?" Milos mocked, eyes trailing up and down her pale body. "A little remedy we use up north. A few gel-infused mint extracts, gets the blood flowing to all the right places, like right here-"

He gave her clit a painful pinch.

"Gahh-!" Astrid quickly bit onto her clenched fist, determined to keep silent. He wasn't getting to her, he wasn't!

"And deep in here…" His free hand drifted across her lower-abdomen. Pressing down slightly to feel her insides twitch. He hummed, continuing his rubs to her sensitive nub.

All the blood had since evaded Astrid's limbs, pooling hot in her lower-belly to fuel her writhing organs. Small, but quickly growing waves of pleasure pinged through her abdomen. Gods, this couldn't be happening! How could her body do this to her?! She didn't want any of it! Tears threatened the corners of her eyes.

Though finally, it seemed like Milos had got what he wanted.

"Ah, here we are." He mused as his finger dug low into her slit. Astrid winced at the unusual sensation, before Milos held up his hand to examine.

His finger was glistening, covered in a slimy-clear substance. Astrid fought back a sob when she realized it was her own arousal. She hoped the discovery of such would satisfy him, but if anything, he rubbed her harder, faster.

"Think I can make her cum?" Milos halfheartedly asked over his shoulder.

Krogan huffed, "Don't know, don't care."

"Oh please, Krogan. You can not look me in the eyes and say this isn't intoxicating to witness."

Krogan said nothing. In all honesty, he had little interest in the act. Of course, he was male, and human. The sight of any girl, an unwilling naked one at that, writhing in pleasure was most certainly a sight to behold. He just had more important things to focus on at the moment, and quite frankly, wanted this stupid bitch out of his hair.

Astrid was choking back sobs at this point. There was no more denying the pleasure that pooled hot in her body. Each stroke of his thumb made her even wetter, her arousal now dripping steadily down her thigh. She bit hard at her lip, refusing to give into the sensation.

"I'm not stopping until you finish, sweet cheeks."

Astrid groaned, twisting her head to the side in a useless attempt to hide her face. His thumb moved to the opposite, more sensitive side of her slick, swollen nub. Electricity striking into her core. Gods, she'd never been touched like this by anyone else. She could feel her tight, untouched channel squeezing and pulsating within her, in search of something to clamp down on and fill her up nicely. It felt so good…

No-! She wouldn't!

"Mmm, look at your gorgeous body. Begging for cock. Come on now, sweet cheeks, cum like a good girl."

"Fuck you!" She growled through gritted teeth.

Milos smirked, before adding a finger into his motions. This one, rubbing forcefully over her tight, soaked entrance. Just pushing enough so she'd feel it, not enough to penetrate. Her fists balled at her sides as an involuntary whine escaped her lips.

"Give your body what it wants."

Astrid felt like crying. A frightening, but familiar feeling of pressure building in her core. The dual sensations becoming too much, too intense, too good. The heat rose like boiling water in a cauldron, rising and rising, until it would spill over…

No! She didn't want it to make her-! She didn't-!

All at once, Astrid lost control of her body. Dangling legs shaking violently, dilated eyes rolling back in her skull. She groaned, nails clawed hard at the table beneath her, no doubt leaving marks on the expensive material as she was brought to the most intense orgasm of her life.

The tingling mixture on her clit dug deep into her nerves, amplifying the foreign sensation by a thousand. It was unlike anything she'd ever felt. Powerful, orgasmic surges pulsated through her abdomen as a final gush of fluid escaped down her milky thighs.

"Absolutely beautiful." Milos murmured, ceasing his rubbing and gently drawing circles on the pale skin of her hips. Now in the after-state of her climax, Astrid struggled to catch her breath. She kept her head turned against the cold table, eyes screwed shut in absolute shame. The man above her was amused, nonetheless. "I'll take her. Five thousand gold coins."

"Five thousand?!" Krogan bellowed in anger. "For a maiden Viking warrior?! For god's sake, look at her! She couldn't be more perfect!"

"Have I not made it clear that she's old for a maiden?" Milos responded, not taking his eyes off the girl before him. "She could be a goddess for all I care, but if she doesn't meet the standards of mainland buyers, you think I have any use for her? Five thousand, take it or leave it."

Krogan scowled, "Fine. But I expect payment up front."

"I wouldn't suggest otherwise."

"Come on then." Krogan motioned for his men to follow him.

"Actually." Milos jutted in. "Could you leave your bowmen? I'll see that they make it back, just from what you've told me, I don't trust this one any more than I can throw her."

"Whatever." Krogan mused, before abruptly exiting the chamber. Letting in a swift gush of icy wind from outside, it trickled across Astrid's naked body. She trembled.

"Looks like it's just you and me from now on, sweet cheeks." Milo smiled above her.

"F-F… Fucking pervert." She managed though chattering teeth.

"Mmmh, you got me there." His palms shifted from her hips up the sides of her waist. "He was right, you know, you are perfect."

"Yeah?" Astrid fumed. "I'm not s-stupid. You talk a lot for someone who can't even rape me if he so wanted."

His hands stopped, and she chuckled to herself. He was an idiot, saying his plans out loud. Now she knew he couldn't touch her, no one could. Not if she was to remain pure. It gave her a chilling, but definitive sense of security, for the time being at least.

"You think so?" He hummed. "Well, that's something I often pride myself in. Keeping the merchandise untainted, though, there certainly have been temptations. But… not many like you." His hands continued sliding as he spoke, eyes trailing across every inch of bare skin. "It isn't often I have a true warrior in my stock. Peasant girls, all the time. Poor farm girls whose fathers would trade them for a yak and some clean water, plenty of those. But a Viking , especially one with an ass as perfect as yours…"

His hands stopped on her hips again. For the briefest of moments, their eyes locked.

"On second thought-"

Astrid shrieked as she was violently flipped over, face and front-side now pressed hard against the wood table. His fist was balled in her hair, pulling the golden strands and pushing at the same time, she groaned unsteadily as her concussed skull pounded in pain. She tried pressing upwards, but her cold, weakened body was hardly capable.

"Ohh fuck yes…" Milos chimed from behind her, staring down at her ass now before him almost presentationally.

Astrid gasped as he thrusted his clothed hips against her backside a few times. She could feel something hard pressing against her, somewhere buried beneath the layers.

Milos watched in awe as her milky skin rippled enthusiastically with each thrust, her cheeks bouncing against him. "Gods above… I have half a mind to bury my cock in your asshole right here and now. They wouldn't know, no one pays much mind to that hole."

He dipped his hand between them, running his fingers through her still slick folds. After they were coated, he slid them over her tight, puckered asshole. He pried, wriggling just the tip of his finger into the squeezing muscle.

"AH! Stop! Don't-!" Astrid cried, eyes going wide at the unusual and painful sensation.

Milos dug his finger in to the first knuckle. His fist tightening in her hair.

"Better get used to it, love. There's plenty more of this where you're going." His voice was deep, threatening.

Astrid scratched at the table, teeth bared as she tried desperately to push away from him. Feeling utterly helpless. But her efforts only made him more eager, his digit exploring her like her insides were nothing more than a toy.

He suddenly removed his finger, giving Astrid momentary relief of the painful intrusion. But her relief was short lived, and she gasped a painful slap landed on her asscheek. Then, his finger was back inside, a second one attempting to pry its way in as well.

This time, she didn't hold back her yell of pain as she was mercilessly stretched open. She closed her eyes, shoving her face hard into the wood beneath her. Wishing the world would just open up and swallow her whole.

A loud banging on the chamber door ceased Milos' actions.

"Are you nearly finished in there?!" An impatient Krogan shouted. "I have business to attend to!"

Milos paused, before extracting his fingers once more. Astrid heaved a sob of relief, but the man's grip on her hair failed to let up. He leaned over her exposed body, lips close to her ear. He spoke softly.

"Consider yourself lucky, sweet cheeks. I nearly blew my cover." He chuckled, "Among other things..."

He gave one last violent tug at her hair before letting go, stepping away and composing himself. He started for the exit, hardly addressing the guardsmen, who had shamelessly witnessed the entire thing. He didn't concern himself with them, they wouldn't speak a word.

"See that she gets herself dressed, I'll be waiting for her on deck." He said dismissively, before exiting the room, heavy door slamming behind him.

Astrid trembled, face still pressed into the table as if it could offer any protection. Mind swarming with thoughts, but unable to focus on a single one.

Krogan. Milos. She wanted Hiccup. The fact that her own, unwanted arousal still clung coldly to the inside of her thighs. She'd just been purchased, like a farm animal…

She wanted Hiccup.

If she didn't find a way off this ship, no one would ever find her. Her underside burned with the pain of intrusion.

She wanted Hiccup!

Stop it. She told herself. You aren't doing yourself any favors by just laying there. Get up.

Get up, and get dressed… She supposed she could start with that.