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Astrid's POV

Astrid doesn't want to sleep. But she can't stay awake either.

After Draga is done taunting and humiliating her, Astrid gets brought into a small barrack with a few cells. It is a different one from the one she's been in before, when...

This one is fairly clean with a hard but true bed in it and an empty bucket in a corner. A few hours ago she wasn't able to endure the men's touches. But now they don't bother her anymore as they carry her and lay her down on the bed. It doesn't matter that they squeeze her breasts or touch her between her legs. Not anymore.

She lays still, silently crying, as two elderly women come to examine her. They probe and touch her, push their long gnarled fingers deep into her pussy and her ass as they look for severe injuries. They keep asking her whether something they do hurts her, but she doesn't answer. She doesn't have the strength anymore and she doesn't care either.

Nothing matters anymore.

For so many years, she has been secretly in love with Hiccup. When they've finally become a couple, she was so happy. Exploring their bodies together has been great, testing out boundaries and limits has been wonderful. And all the time this small idea has been nagging at her. That, one day, when she was old enough to quit being a warrior, she would carry Hiccup's child and they would raise a family together.

But now?

Her hand flutters weakly up to land on her tones belly and more tears escape her. She knows her body and the fertility cycle Gothi explains to every girl at her first moon blood. And she heard what this horrible woman said. Should she get fertile with a week, she'll catch. Astrid doesn't want to believe it, but if that's true then she will be pregnant in a few days at the latest. Odin she has dreamed of this, wanted it, but not now and definitely not like this.

The healers are gone now. She is alone. Alone with her bruised and battered body, with the dull ache inside her, and with shame burning in her heart. She might be carrying Hiccup's child now, but she's not worthy of becoming his wife anymore. Not after what happened during the last two days.

The healers have given her a tea, something to calm her nerves and to let her rest and sleep. She drank it reflexively, mechanically, but now doubts that has been a good idea. She feels heavy and tired. Surely, there must have been something in that tea, something to make her sleep.

She doesn't want to sleep, but she can't stay awake either. And when she falls asleep, the memories haunt her in her nightmares.

(Two Days Earlier)

Astrid sits in a dark room. There's no light, not the tiniest hint of illumination. All she knows is that she is in a cell judging by the metal bars that surround her. The floor is covered in dirty old straw. It's damp and reeks. She tried to find a way out but there is none.

After a while, she becomes hungry and thirsty. She calls out, demanding for anyone to bring her food. She is Astrid Hofferson after all, and nobody is allowed to treat her like this. But for a long while, nothing happens. She is bored and worried. Not really worried for herself, no. No matter how this situation is going to turn out, she'll be able to handle it. But she is worried for Stormfly. She got captured like the other dragon, and who knows what this madwoman has planned for them. And she is worried about her friends. She clearly is alone in this utterly silent room full of cells, but the others have to be here somewhere.

But most of all, she is worried for Hiccup.

The last time she's seen him, he's been bend over the unmoving body of his father after his best friend had shot him. Granted, Toothless hasn't known what he was doing, but that only changed so much. To the side, another body has lain, equally unmoving. The strange woman Astrid has only caught a few glimpses of during the fight, Hiccup's mother. Her strange armor has been black from Toothless blast...

Astrid could only imagine in what kind of mental Hel Hiccup has to be!

Time goes by, endlessly slowly, and Astrid becomes itchy. Why is nobody checking on her? And where is she, for Odin's sake? She calls out again, longer this time, and finally, a door at the other end of the room opens.

A group of men enters, some carrying lanterns, and in the dim light, she can see that she indeed is alone in this prison.

"Where am I?" she demands to know, standing tall inside her cell, chin raised proudly. She is Astrid Hofferson, and not even imprisonment will break her.

The men are now gathered around her cell, all watching her but nobody says a word.

"What, are you that intimidated by a woman that you lost your speech?" she went on, jeering. She wants them to come to her, to open the cell so that she can beat them bloody, one after the other if they don't set her free.

"She talks too much," one of the men in the back row murmurs and those around him grumble in agreement.

Another man, standing in the front row nods thoughtfully. From the way the others stand around him, he must be their leader. He is tall and broad, with blond hair that falls in slick slimy strands down his back and into his face and with ice-cold piercing blue eyes.

"Agreed," the leader says, then makes a step closer to her cell. "Well, we better do something about that." he raises a hand and one of his men steps forward, a strip of cloth in his hands.

Astrid gives him a dark look as he enters her cell with an insinuating grin, the door behind him closing instantly again.

"We've been drawing straws, you know," he sneers, eyes roaming over her body. "I won."

She smirks at the man. He won't be saying that for much longer. When he gets close enough, she grabs his hand that tries to touch her, twists his arm and the man lies on his back before anyone know what happened. She crouches and rams her elbow into the man's throat. While he takes his last shuddering breaths, she stands up again. She has no time to be squeamish.

"Who's next?"

The blond leader grins menacingly. This time, two men enter her cell, but they are no problem either. One get's tossed against the back wall made of stone, skull cracking. The other actually manages to get hold of her, one hand on her breasts directly. But he, too, lands on the ground a moment later, groaning in pain from a kick into his groins. He doesn't suffer long.

"Next?" She starts to enjoy this. If these men came here to have some fun with her, she would show them how much fun she is.

The leader gives her an appreciative sneer. He looks around, makes some curt motions with his hands and then three men enter her cell. They are more cautious than the ones before, don't attack her individually. Astrid backs against the wall behind her and waits until they make a move. Suddenly, one of the men lunges at her, but she dodges him and sends him sprawling against the wall. The breaking of his neck echoes through the room, a satisfying sound.

While she's been busy with their comrade, the other two men circled her. She backs away again, as far as she can to have time to react. Not against the stone wall this time, because that's where one of them stands. Her back touches the cool metal of the bars as she watches the two men in front of her for any sign they might attack. But instead, they just grin. She just killed for of their friends and they grin?

Strong hands grab her arms from behind and she curses her stupidity. She was so focused on the men in front of her and so dismissive because of her success that she hasn't paid attention to the men outside. And now, she can't move.

"Let go of me!" she commands and tries to tear her arms free, but their hold is strong. With wide grins, the two men in front of her approach, both with a dirty strip of cloth in their hands. She tries to fight them, shaking her head vigorously, snapping at their hands with her teeth, but in the end, she has no chance. One binds the cloth around her mouth, gagging her, and the other... the other ties her neck to the bar behind her. The loop is loose enough that she can breathe but she can't move away.

Shock freezes her in place and she barely registers how her wrists get tied to the bars to her side. She has lost. Astrid Hoffersond has lost! Because she hasn't been cautious enough. Shame rises inside her, and she curses herself for her imprudence. Gods, if anyone learned about this failure, the humiliation would be insufferable!

Belatedly, she tries to tear herself free but to no avail. The two men who bound her touch her, their dirty hands on her face, her breasts. There are more hands coming from behind, on her waist, her ass, and her legs. She fights against the humiliating feeling of being touched against her will when a sharp word calls the men back.

"I'm first," snarls the leader and steps in front of her. Astrid gives him her deadliest glare. He wouldn't dare! Bracing herself against the bonds around her wrists and ignoring the pressure on her neck for the moment, she pulls her legs up and kicks him in the chest with all her strength.

Or that's what she wants to do...

The man sidestepped her easily and snatches her legs out of the air with both hands. "Well, now, that was almost too easy," he sneers.

Astrid stares at him with hate-filled eyes, but can't concentrate on him for long. He doesn't let go of her legs, and without their support, the loop around her neck becomes exceedingly uncomfortable. He watches her, cold eyes gleaming as her breathing becomes more pressed. After a minute or two, he beckons the two men from before closer.

"Hold her legs," he orders and they each grab one of her tighs, hands eagerly gliding over the fabric of her tights.

Astrid wants to struggle against them but can't deny how relieved she is when they hold her higher and she can breathe more freely again. She doesn't struggle when they step to the sides, pulling her legs apart. But she does struggle when their leader with the cold eyes steps between her legs. He is close enough for her to feel his erection through their clothes. She tries to kick and to pull her legs out of their grasps, to close her legs. She screams behind the gag, tries to get rid of it. But nothing works.

"A feisty one, are you not? I like that, so much more fun to break." the leader says gleefully. Then he snaps his fingers at his men who still stand around the cell, lined up in a circle so everyone can watch. "You, your knife," he orders.

"Of course, Captain Geir," the man replies hastily and hands his knife over.

Geir – Astrid refuses to acknowledge his rank, even in her thoughts – takes it without thanks. He holds it to her throat, leisurely running the tip over her skin without breaking it. "Now, let's take a look at what lies beneath all these unnecessary clothes, shall we?"

There's approving murmuring from the men around, drowning out Astrid's yelled protest as Geir slowly and methodically cuts her clothes off her.

Credits for Geir go to ShipMistress. He's her OC from her awesome story "What It Means To Be Chief" and she kindly allowed me to use him here. I see this as his revenge, haha... kind of...

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