A bit of a short chapter but definitely not unimportant!
Disclaimer: see Prologue
Chapter 6
Toothless' POV
'Huh? Hiccup's Night Fury?! What's it doing here?'
I woke up by the sound of talking voices and looked drowsy around me, trying to remember what happened. Why I was sleeping in the woods and why does my body hurt so much?
'Where's its rider?' I heard.
'HICCUP!'
I shot awake, finally remembering what had transpired yesterday. This sudden movement seemed to have frightened the three Vikings who were busy discussing with each other a few more paces away from me.
'...Chief's son...' '...looks angry...' '...warn the chief Spitelout...'
I wanted to get up, but the bindings were still around me, effectively restricting my movements. I started to struggle heavily again and the Vikings finally seemed to notice them as they made their decision.
Two of them were slowly walking towards me, probably attempting to free me from my binds in a manner that they think will keep their heads on their shoulders, while the third one started to run to his dragon and fly away towards the village.
The moment the two Vikings had cut enough rope for me to move, I started running in the same direction as the Outcasts who took my Hiccup went, even if I already knew that it was no use. But I was surprised when I found something – or rather someone – spread on the ground: an Outcast with a burn mark on his back.
I roared loudly at the unconscious Viking and that seemed to do the trick as he started to wake up. I glared deadly at the Viking when we was turned around, silently asking him what he had done with my rider.
My roar seemed to attract the attention of the Berkians as they started walking in my direction, wondering what had happened. They were not disappointed. The moment they saw the Outcast shivering before me, they brought out their axes and heaved them above their heads, intent to kill clearly visible.
Idiots.
Before they could strike, I whipped my tail against the Berkians' feet to make them trip and stop them from killing a possible source of information for my human's whereabouts. But they didn't seem to appreciate the gesture as they looked at me with deep frowns and readied their battle stands again.
Before anything could happen, we heard the characteristic roar of a Thunder Drum followed by the even louder voice of the Berkian chief. 'Where are your men Spitelout?'
I shot a plasmashot in the air to make the group aware of our position and when they arrived at our location, I noticed the winter sprite was also with them. They too looked hostile when they saw the Outcast and Stoick did not waste a moment before he ran towards him, fist ready.
I didn't try to stop him, because it was clear he wasn't going to kill the man and the Outcast deserved this for taking my Hiccup. I would have also done something resembling Stoick's action if I hadn't been interrupted by the two villagers.
The powerful fist landed hard on the cheek of the now whimpering Outcast and this seemed to help calm the chief down enough as he now started to give out orders to the three Berkians around us. The three in question started tying the Outcast in rope and heaving him up so that he could see us clearly.
Then, the torture started. Stoick was forcing information about Hiccup's exact whereabouts on the Island and what they were going to do with him, apart from the obvious 'letting him train Alvin's dragons' of course.
While Stoick and his men were busy with this process, I let my gaze drift toward the winter spirit, who was unusually silent since he arrived. I remembered the fall out between him and my human yesterday and saw that the sprite felt awful about it, even more now that Hiccup wasn't here any more. I could already guess what was going on in his head and started to poke him with my nose while purring, trying to comfort him and myself at the same time.
I felt guilty that I could not protect my human and that I let those Vikings easily run away with my unconscious rider and I was sure that the sprite was also thinking the same thing.
He responded to my act of comfort by scratching me and looking at me with sad eyes. 'Hey Toothless, are you trying to comfort me?' He asked with a small voice which was on the verge of cracking. 'I couldn't even say sorry about yesterday...' The sprite sighed and continued talking. 'He really didn't pick out the best time to get kidnapped.' He then said with a sad chuckle, attempting to cheer himself up.
It was at this moment that my human's father turned himself around again and walked away from the unconscious and badly hurt Outcast. 'And?' The sprite asked while redressing himself from the stone he sat upon.
The Viking leader answered. 'He didn't give anything away, probably because he doesn't know anything. Damn Vikings and their stubbornness issues.' This made the winter sprite chuckle a bit.
'And what do we do now?' He asked.
'We round up the dragon riders and head for Outcast Island immediately.'
aaaaand I'll end it here
Don't worry, next time we'll see what happens with Hiccup ;)
See you lovelies then~