Hiccup's POV
It is the fourth day that I have been imprisoned in the ship of my enemy.
Yesterday, I heard from the crew onboard that we were to dock at Arendelle. Initially, hope filled my being for a brief moment. But then I realized, no one could bring back the lives of my people. So, docking at Arendelle or not, it would make no difference.
I am better off dead.
My ears heard footsteps descending the stairs connecting the main deck the floor in which I am imprisoned at. They were heavy, and my guess was right; it was my feeder.
He is the man in charge in feeding me, making sure that I'm alive until another pair of hands of someone else's take me away. I can tell that he hates me so much, and I'm about to make him hate me even more.
He carries this bowl of porridge. Even by the looks of it, I can already tell the it's no longer warm. He opens the barred door and enters my small cubicle.
"Eat."
He places the bowl on the floor in front of me. With my cuffed hands, I was expected to dunk my face into the bowl to eat the meal. It was not that I didn't want to do, I didn't want to eat at all, regardless of how I was going to eat the meal. So, I remained still for a moment.
"I am not to leave you until you finish," the man stomps the floor. The meal on the bowl nearly spilled due to it.
"I don't want to eat," I said sternly.
He grumps, and pulls my hair to make me face him. "EAT!"
"No."
"You brat—" he lands a punch on my cheek. The hit made me flinch to the floor, almost kissing it. Then, I feel my hair being pulled again. This time, he places the bowl on my face, pressing it. using his thumb, he forces my lower jaw to open, and it did. Some of the porridge made its way into my mouth, some dripping down my chin onto my lap.
The man then pulls the bowl from my face, still holding me by the hair. "Swallow it."
I did say I wanted to kill myself, but this would take too long. So, I did as he commanded. My tongue tells me that it was probably leftovers from yesterday.
"Heheh… good."
He throws me off into the wall before walking out of the cubicle and locking it.
The porridge was all over the place; my mouth, my lap, the floor, there is barely anymore on the bowl itself. I never had my appetite, so I left it be. Soon, I sense some sleepiness in my head building up. Was it the porridge? Perhaps it was.
I closed my eyes, soon I dozed off into the realm of unconsciousness.
What seemed to be a few hours of nap was disrupted the sound of footsteps and… the lack of the boat movement. On the sea, the ship would sway as it carried on its journey. But the floor was still. Have we docked by any chance?
My eyes were still blurry. My soul was not intact yet after the sleep, but the sound of the footstep made me look up. I saw a man, dressed in an outfit that I haven't seen in a long time. He was slowly approaching the barred door, by his eyes, my brain told me that he was examining me. His face screamed disbelief while examining me. I could only wonder why, as he walked up to the main deck; almost tiptoeing, actually.
I turned around to see the circular window of my cubicle. It would usually give me a view of the sea, but for the first time in forever, I saw an entirely different view from the window. Mountains, cliffs, with a fjord between them. This fjord was one I knew too well. We have arrived in Arendelle.
Before I could climb up the crates in my cubicle to get a better look on the view, the bars behind me sounded clank.
I turned around; it was the feeder man.
"Make no noise, or I'll kill you."
Exactly what I wanted, actually. But I nodded to him. Afterwards, he hung a piece of large cloth, almost like a curtain to cover my cubicle. I could care less, as I was mostly interested to the new view on the window. I sat on the crate and just stared at the view. I wish the window was cleaner, but it was what it was.
A few moments later, I heard loud footsteps on the deck above me. But what caught my curiosity was the conversations that I could eavesdrop. There were so many chatters, but one common topic; something about gunpoint and being surrounded. Whatever it was, something was going on.
The crew sounded like they were busy, running from one end of the deck to the other. All in sudden, it all halted simultaneously. Silence took place, deafening silence.
All I could hear was a chatter between two men. I could hardly make out what they were on about, but one sounded pleading, the other sounded to be rejecting whatever the other man was requesting. The conversation soon was heard closer and closer, until a pair of boots descended down the stairs.
I stared at the curtain covering my cell door. It was soon pulled away, revealing none other than a man dressed as an Arendellian commander and a crewmate. He gasped after discovering me, but immediately cocked the weapon on his hand and pointed it to the crewmate.
"Explain this!"
Some more Arendellian soldiers descended down the stairs, some faces that I actually recognized after regularly visiting the kingdom for years. They pointed their weapons at the crewmate.
"I-I…" he could barely answer, and the commander took no more of his time. "Apprehend every man of this ship, for they have taken our ally, Chief Hiccup of Berk!"
His boys did as he commanded. They began apprehending the others after walking up to the main deck. The commander turned to me and shot the lock of my cell.
"My, Chief Hiccup, what have they done to you?" He checked my body from up to down. "Stay still."
He pointed the barrel of his gun at the chain of my handcuff, and a loud BANG followed afterwards. It was safe to say that I jumped right up in shock. It destroyed the chain!
"Come with me," he took me by the hand and I collapsed immediately for being a one-legged Viking.
"Oh—I'm sorry! I didn't see you're missing your prosthetic!"
He helped me up, this time with my arm around his neck for support. The man led me outside, where the sunlight blinded me right away. For a few moments, I had to adjust my sight to the abundance of sunlight, since I was so used to nearly no sunlight during my days in the cell. Every time I blinked, the sight in front of me changed. I was on the deck, and the other moment I was on descending down a set of wooden planks connecting the ship and the dock. The other moment, I was already on the dock. I could not keep up with the changes in my environment due to the harsh sunlight.
Finally, my eyes regained their sight. The man and I were no longer on the dock, as I felt through my feet that the ground was hard, rock hard. Behind me was the ship, with Arendellian soldiers bringing the crew off the ship with force.
Neigh!
I turned to the neighing, and saw a horse stopping just a couple of feet away from me. On the horse, sat a familiar woman with a familiar face. Princess Anna.
"Queen Anna!" The commander called.
"Fitzgerald! Oh my goodness—" she gasped at me deeply before dropping off of the horse. Queen? Did I hear that right?
"H-Hiccup, what happened to you?"
"Whatever happened to him, one thing is sure; he was kept in a cell in this ship. He's been beaten down, it seems," Fitzgerald explained to the woman.
"I knew I shouldn't have signed it! They were fishy for a nation, damn it—I will take it from here, Fitzgerald," Anna took my weight by the arm. "You take care of these men."
"Consider it done, your majesty."
The strawberry blonde looked at me with a worried look. "Can you walk, Hiccup?"
"Q-Queen?" I asked, chuckling. "What did I miss, Queen Anna?"
She smiled. "Eh heh… I'll explain it later, after your explanation of what happened to you," she placed her soft hand on my cheek, despite there were stains of porridge all over it.
"Come."
