A/N 1: So I have just got back from watching HTTYD: The Hidden World. For those of you who haven't seen it yet-WOW. Fab-u-lous! Totally thrilled. And I am looking forward to going back and watching it again! (There-no spoilers!)

A/N 2: Also, the next few chapters are pretty tough for Hiccup. There will be trigger warnings. Please pay attention! Trigger warnings will be at the START of the chapter only.

TRIGGER WARNING: Warning for sexual abuse/rape.

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Twenty Eight: You handed him over!

Hiccup was curled up as small as he could get, sitting with his knees curled hard against his chest, trembling hard. Alvin had chained his ankle to the mast and cuffed the boy brutally when he had resisted. He was almost rocking back and forth with fear. Alvin hauled him up and lifted the boy's chin, his entire hand underneath to move the head side to side as he peered cruelly into the pallid features.

"Not too bad, boy," he murmured. "Almost pretty. I'll enjoy riding you."

"I-I won't," Hiccup replied and earned a harsh slap for his words. Alvin gave a loud laugh.

"And he has a bit of spirit," he scoffed. "Good. I'll enjoy breaking that." He dropped Hiccup and the boy curled up again. Alvin tousled the auburn hair. "Prepare yerself, boy," he advised. "Once we get back to Outcast Island, I'm 'avin' yer!"

oOo

Astrid was pacing back and forth behind the Killing Arena by the axe targets. Actually, she was demolishing them with her usual precision. Finally, when she had run out of targets, she grasped her axe and stomped up the hill, almost running into the others on her way. Snotlout was holding court, as usual and he looked up cockily as she arrived.

"Hey, babe!" he said. She looked right through him.

"I despise you," she said and turned away. He grabbed her arm.

"You don't get to say that to me!" he said, a scowl making his face ugly. "I am the Heir to Berk!"

"And I don't care!" she snapped. "You keep saying it every single day but, by Odin, you don't act like you're fit to be the Heir to a small fish stall, let alone our Island!"

"Why you…" he snarled but she raised her axe angrily.

"You just handed him over!" she spat. He looked at her angry face-and then laughed at her.

"Hiccup? This is about that…that slave?" he scoffed.

"You were the Heir!" she hissed. "You should have stood forward! You should have volunteered yourself!" she hissed.

"Hey, babe-I couldn't risk myself!" he said as if it was obvious.

"We are all obligated to risk ourselves for the Chief!" Astrid spat. "The Heir doubly so for his Chief. But you…you coward…you made them take him instead!"

"I should be having a feast for me!" he hissed. "I came up with an answer that gave away nobody of worth and still got Alvin off our Island and the Chief safe!"

"Hiccup isn't nobody!" Astrid said abruptly. "Stoick loves him like a son."

"But the thing is, babe-he isn't his son. His son died at birth. And Hiccup is just a slave from a whorehouse who serviced men for his keep!" Astrid felt her entire body clench in rage at his dismissive words.

"Actually, he had no say and was forced," Fishlegs said suddenly. The largest teen-though usually the most timid-looked uncomfortable. He hated confrontation because Snotlout was always cruel to him. "He was terrified-but he stood up and said he would go if it saved the Chief."

"Yeah, dude-he did what you were too chicken to do!" Tuffnut added, his expression suddenly accusing. The Thorstons had spent a cold night in one of the storehouses down by the cliffs and none were feeling especially friendly towards the Jorgensens.

"Imagine what Stoick will say when he finds out what you did!" Ruffnut suggested, her eyes narrowing.

"He'll give me a medal!" Snotlout scoffed.

"Or banish you," Astrid said. "He promised to protect the boy. You made sure we would have nothing to do with him when you were supposed to be introducing him to us. But he's actually a nice guy. Not very Viking, but can you blame him, after all he's been through? But he doesn't deserve that."

"And he went with style," Tuff added.

"Chicken!" Ruff added as Astrid spun on her heel and stalked away up the hill. After a moment, Fishlegs followed and finally, with a shared glance that confirmed they were definitely this time doing the right thing, the twins followed. Snotlout bunched his fists and stared after them, abandoned as they marched up the hill, towards the Chief's House.

oOo [**TW**]

The voyage was nowhere near long enough for Hiccup to manage to mentally prepare himself because almost the whole time, he had been aware of or staring at Alvin the Treacherous. He was hoping that the man-the famed leader of the Outcasts, even Hiccup had heard that!-would have too many other Chiefly duties to attend to make good his promise to assault the hostage. He briefly wondered if Alvin even knew the definition of the word.

But as they pulled alongside the docks, the Outcasts burst into action, leaping onto the docks and unloading the spoils they had stolen from the homes of Berk in their rampage. Food, weapons and treasures had all been snatched as they attacked. Hiccup watched them with disgust: Berk suffered with constant dragon attacks and the villagers had barely enough to survive on and were desperately storing food for the winter: it was grossly unfair that they were raided by Outcasts as well as the parasitic dragons, raiding for their fearsome commander. But then his thoughts were hideously dragged back to the present as a large man who was Alvin's second-Savage, Hiccup had heard him called-unchained the boy and grabbed his shoulder before he could make a break for it. He was led like a traitor through the docks and up the uneven path to the main village. The citadel and most dwellings were carved out of the mountain and Hiccup had no idea where anything was.

Outcast Island was desolate, arid and black. The soil was clearly charred from volcanic and dragon fire and the hideous, sinister shapes of the Loki trees, the only tree able to grow on Outcast Islands, were silhouetted against the iron-grey sky. The place smelled bad and the sounds of dragons roaring echoed over the shattered landscape. Then Hiccup was dragged through the iron doors and was hauled deep into the citadel.

The place was cold and forbidding, the passages roughly carven and uneven. The light consisted of guttering torches and the place was dismal. Hiccup missed Berk more than he could express as he was hauled through a huge cavern full of dragons in cages and then past cells. Soldiers guarded the prison and Savage paused, indicated to a small, dirty cell no different from any other.

"This will be yours-when he's finished," he said.

Hiccup's anxiety returned tenfold, his flesh growing cold and his hands shaking. Savage laughed cruelly as he dragged the terrified boy into a wide chamber where the huge Outcast leader was already waiting. Hiccup's eyes widened and he tried to break for the door, but Savage shoved him back and the boy's eyes widened. Alvin casually took off his leather and mail tunic and unfastened his belt, standing naked from the waist up and inspecting the trembling boy before him. Alvin was enormous, muscular with an impressive belly, huge shoulders and massive arms. Hiccup tried to avert his eyes from the huge bulge in his crotch. His enormous beard mirrored Stoick's but the hair was black. His eyes were cold and dark rather than Stoick's kindly grey-green. And the scarred face was cruel as the man strode towards the boy.

"Hmm, I think we need some privacy, Savage," he said mildly and the man oozed away, the door slamming behind him. Hiccup backed away until his bony back hit the wall behind him. His scared green eyes had popped as wide as they would go. "And you, darlin', ain't acting like an experienced slut." Hiccup's mouth worked pathetically.

"Um…n-no," he admitted. "I-I'm very selective…and you're really not my type, Al." Alvin's huge hand closed on his pale face and he inspected the frightened boy.

"Really? I'm disappointed," Alvin said in a mock-wounded voice, but his eyes were cold and calculating. "You're mine, boy. I enjoy screwing boys-and you're smaller than my usual choice but I'm sure I can make do."

"Don't wanna put you to any trouble," Hiccup replied as the man leaned closer and then lunged at him, his mouth mashing against his. Hiccup tried to struggle, the back of his head hitting the wall as Alvin ground his face against his. Hiccup could feel the man's tongue forcing through his lips, probing his teeth.

"Open your mouth," Alvin growled without taking his lips away. Hiccup tried to resist but Alvin overcame him and his tongue slid in, almost causing the boy to gag. One hand held his chin still while the other meaty hand slid down, under the tunic and pawed the boy's skinny torso. Hiccup tried to writhe away as the fingers kneaded his trembling flesh, probed and stroked his chest and nipples then fingered the scar of his brand. Alvin lifted his mouth for a moment. "Your body tells a multitude of stories that I wanna explore, boy." His hand slid down and stroked Hiccup's small ass. "I will explore every inch of you."

"Please, no," Hiccup gasped, hyperventilating and trying to jerk away. Alvin inspected the ashen face and kissed the boy again. Then he pulled away and dragged the tunic off Hiccup, then grabbed the boy and started dragging him towards the bed. Hiccup struggled and writhed, trying to break away. Alvin sighed, hauled the boy round and deal him a ringing slap that tossed him across the floor and slammed him to the ground. He looked up, his head spinning and scrambled up, trying to dodge for the door. Alvin caught him easily and struck him again. He went down harder. Hiccup lifted his head and made to rise but Alvin fisted his hair, dragged him up and dealt a third and even harder blow. Hiccup hit the floor like a sack of turnips and lay still.

"'Iccup. 'Iccup. 'Iccup, you disappoint me," Alvin sighed as he grabbed the boy by the arm and tossed him onto the bed. "I was 'oping you would see sense and make life easy for yourself!" Hiccup raise this face, his cheek stinging with the vicious blows and vision gently swimming.

"How-how is letting you rape me making life easy?" he stammered, his eyes fearful. Alvin grabbed him and wrenched his leggings down, tossing them and his boots aside. He struggled and writhed but Alvin hit him again, a brutal cuff to the back of the head that had him stunned and unable to resist as his last clothes were removed. Alvin stared down at the boy and flipped him onto his back.

"I can make it much more painful if you resist," he promised cruelly. Hiccup winced.

"I'd rather you-you didn't," he whispered. "At all. Please…" Alvin stared down at the boy, then grabbed his shoulder and started kissing him again, his rough lips bruising Hiccup's mouth, then sucking greedily at the boy's neck and chin, then biting hard on his shoulder. Hiccup cried out in pain and struggled, but Alvin used his bulk to pin him down and, powerless, tears began to leak from the boy's eyes. "Please don't…" he whispered. Unfazed, the big Outcast kissed and nipped his way down the boy's chest, biting on each nipple and dragging a cry of pain from the trembling boy. Hiccup tried to pull away but Alvin held him still and finishing kissing all the way down to the boy's pelvis.

"I bet old Stoick never gave you so much attention," he sneered. Hiccup shook his head, his expression like a frightened deer. He was still trying to pull away, his thin arms and legs twitching. The Outcast leader's hand slid down across the boy's hip and then roughly moved his legs apart. Hiccup screamed and tried to pull away but Alvin had jammed a leg between and grabbed Hiccup's arms, holding them above his head. The boy was resisting again so Alvin backhanded him and he abruptly went limp, his eyes screwed shut and tears streaking his face.

"You know, boy, if Snotlout had come, I would treat him like a honoured guest-but they decided to send you because you are, apparently- a bed slave." He gave a nasty chuckle. "But not a very good one, I can see. We'll remedy that!" Hiccup's frightened green eyes glanced up.

"N-never," he swore as Alvin loomed over him, shedding armour and he yelped as Alvin fingered him roughly, his yellow sneer making Hiccup feel sick, over and above the nausea and pain he was already suffering.

"I think you will-if you know what's good for you," Alvin sneered and lined himself up against the boy's entrance. Hiccup stared up in shock and horror, feeling the size and clenching his fists.

"Please….no…" he breathed. Alvin laughed and forced himself in and in that moment, Hiccup gave a piercing, despairing scream. He felt as if he was being ripped in half and his entire body clenched in agony. Alvin pulled partway out, then thrust in again, savouring the scream his actions caused.

"Relax, boy-yer'll get used to it quicker!" he scoffed but Hiccup writhed and fought, his legs thrashing and head flung back, tears streaming down his bruised face.

"N-never!" he repeated as Alvin slammed into him again, beginning to pick up the pace and concentrate on his own needs. The boy was stubborn, stupid and would pay a high price-which really didn't bother Alvin at all. He had wanted to screw the boy as soon as he had heard Stoick was fond of him because in his mind, he was screwing Stoick, hurting something he held dear. It was a fitting part-payment for Alvin's banishment from Berk. So as he pounded into the screaming boy, he laughed and felt the skinny body writhe and flail beneath him. Finally, he felt he couldn't hold on any more and released, his shout of pleasure drowning the faint moans of the battered boy beneath him.

He lay still for a long moment, breathing hard and pulling his flaccid member from the boy. He glanced down as he clambered off the boy, inspecting the slight shape beneath him. Bruised and battered, suction and bite marks littering his neck and torso, blood smeared on his thighs and the fur beneath him, Hiccup was a pathetic sight. But to Alvin, he was beautiful, a picture of his revenge against the man he hated. The boy was still conscious-barely-so Alvin gave him a last kiss, looking into the bleary and pain-filled emerald eyes.

"We're going to be doin' this a lot, 'Iccup!" Alvin promised him cruelly, then rose and got dressed. He wrapped the fur around the boy-who had finally, mercifully, lost consciousness-and bundled his clothes and boots in the fur as opened the door and Savage entered, his eyes amused. He had heard the screams from outside the door.

"Did he meet your expectations, sir?" he asked. Alvin nodded.

"Very much so," he murmured. "Take him to his cell to recover. Give him water but no food: he resisted." He paused. "And no one but me is to touch him for the moment. When Stoick comes-and he will come-I want him to know that I have been fucking his little boy every single day since the boy gave himself up to save him. Let's see the Chief of Berk handle that knowledge!"

oOo [*TW-end*]

Stoick lay quiet on the bed, his head bandaged from the blow and Gothi and Gobber keeping watch. Quietly, the teens entered, led by Astrid. Gobber looked up and tried to shoo them away the girl walked forward confidently, her eyes determined.

"Has he woken?" she asked.

"Yes," Stoick said gruffly, his eyes closed. "And he wants some peace. Please leave…"

"Sir, I will go in a moment," she said respectfully, "but I wanted to speak to you about Hiccup." The Chief sighed.

"Where is he?" he asked. "I would have expected him to have come to see me by now-unless he has gotten himself into some more trouble… Astrid shared a glance with Fishlegs and then stared at Gobber.

"You haven't told him?" she asked.

"Er, no lass," the blacksmith admitted sheepishly. "We wanted him to recover before…"

"TOLD ME WHAT?" Stoick snarled, his eyes snapping open. The girl now saw he was holding an ice-block to his aching head and she regretted causing him more distress. "Gobber-is there something wrong with Hiccup?" He stiffened. "He's not…dead?" And there was real worry in his tone.

"Not as far as I am aware," the blacksmith said with inappropriate cheerfulness.

"What does that mean?" Stoick asked testily.

"Well, I guess Alvin will keep him alive for…"

"WHAT THE HEL IS HE DOING WITH ALVIN?" Stoick roared. Astrid sighed.

"When you fell, Hiccup ran forward and grabbed your sword…" she began. Stoick groaned.

"He can't fight at all, can he?" he guessed.

"You would have thought no more than my baby sister," Astrid admitted. "But he has had some training recently…and he managed to fend off enough blows until the rest of the fighters could reach you!"

Meaning he saved my life, Stoick thought with a sudden pang of regret.

"Was he hurt?" The concern was real.

"There was a standoff," Gobber reported, taking over the story. "Alvin had his axe to your throat and he was going to kill you. Snotlout suggested a hostage in his place."

"Did he go?" Stoick asked, not believing his Heir would take such a noble action. Gobber snorted.

"Of course not!" he scoffed. "The boy has a yellow streak wider than a flaming Monstrous Nightmare! He volunteered your personal bed slave in his place." Stock sat bolt upright and glared at Gobber.

"Odin-you don't mean…"

"Yes, Snotlout told Alvin to take Hiccup in your place," Astrid confirmed. Stoick groaned and covered his face with his hands.

"Oh no," he murmured.

"He also made sure Alvin knew how fond you were of him."

"Oh gods," he sighed. "That almost guarantees Alvin will treat him as badly as he can."

"You would have been proud of the boy," Gobber admitted. "He looked terrified, mind you, but he said that if it meant you were safe, he would go. I think he knew what he was facing." Stoick nodded and he remained still for a long time.

"We have to get him back," he said quietly. Gobber stared at him.

"I know yer fond of him, Stoick, but he's not a Hooligan," he reminded the Chief. Stoick raised his gaze and his eyes were shining with unshed tears.

"But I think he is," he said simply. "His so-called Aunt was Marte Alkmund, wife of Dagmar Ullisen-your temporary apprentice, Gobber. Neither name is that common. There cannot be two such couples in the Archipelago! I got Mulch and Phlegma to check and Gothi confirmed it. You even recalled the man's name without prompting, Gobber. That woman was my wife's midwife! And she left immediately after Val died without a word. Hiccup told me his mother died in childbirth and his father rejected him. I think Marte assumed I would reject the boy because he was so small-a hiccup. So they named him that! They moved away and when they died three years ago, he was made a slave. Against all reason, Odin brought him back to me-the image of my dead wife to give me a family at last. And Snotlout just handed him over to Alvin!" Astrid's eyes widened.

"You mean he may actually be your son, not just your sort-of-adopted son?" she asked. The Chief nodded and Gothi confirmed it.

"He is the right age. He looks like my wife. His aunt was my wife's midwife-Hiccup admitted last week that she came from Berk-and my wife was the only woman on the island to deliver around the time Marte left with the baby of a dead mother. The Councillors I tasked to investigate have confirmed everything from people who were here and the woman's elderly Aunt, who still lives here." Stock blinked. "He is my son."

"Oh gods," Fishlegs muttered. The teens had all realised what would happen to the boy when he was handed over to Alvin and the knowledge that the boy suffering was actually the Chief's own real son was suddenly shocking.

"You mean he may be the Heir instead of Snotlout?" Ruffnut asked thoughtfully. Tuffnut stared at his twin and a broad grin cracked his face.

"Oh please-let me be the one to tell him!" he begged.

"No one is telling Snotlout anything!" Astrid snapped.

"Yet," Tuffnut added. Fishlegs shook his head.

"Even if it was true…" Stoick growled and the boy backed off a step with a squeak. "I mean even with it being true," he amended hastily, "I doubt the Elders and the rest of the village would accept it! Hiccup is…an outcast, an outsider. He's not one of us." Astrid gave a sigh.

"He was beginning to be," she sighed. "At least until this happened." The Chief sat up straighter.

"Gothi-can I adopt Hiccup as my son when we get him back?" he asked and the old woman paused then gave a slight smile. "Gobber-start preparing the fleet. We sail at Dawn." His voice had dropped to a low growl. "I want to avenge the attack and get my son back!"