A/N: TRIGGER WARNING: Warning for sexual abuse.

Thirty: I'm going to break you

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They left him for some hours with just a little water and he drifted into a pained doze, wracked with horrific nightmares of Alvin and his Outcasts destroying everything and everyone that Hiccup loved. Miserable and completely hopeless, he curled up in a corner, making himself as small as he could in the vain hope he could maybe be forgotten and fade away-but finally, Savage returned and hauled him up, forcing the battered boy to limp along until they reached Alvin's rooms. The boy stopped and pulled back.

"N-no," Hiccup whimpered. "P-please…I-I can't take any more. I-I'll die…" But the Outcast hauled him in and threw him to the floor before the Outcast Leader. Alvin hauled him up to his knees and his face was white with terror. Tears streaked the bruised face. "Please…"

Alvin gave a nasty, yellow leer, his breath almost making Hiccup gag. He gestured to a large bronze tub that was steaming and Hiccup felt the room spin at the implication.

"Bath time, boy-I want yer to clean every inch of me-and if ye don't treat me good, ye know what's happen…"

So schooling his face and gathering every inch of his courage, he helped undress Alvin, feeling the man gently stroke his hand at every opportunity. Alvin was unselfconscious and stepped into the water willingly, handing the boy a soft rag. And trying not to gag, the boy forced himself to scrub the man, forced himself to clean every inch of the Outcast leader-including his most personal areas and feeling the man harden in his grasp. Alvin was grinning when he emerged, aroused and smelling slightly less rancid than he had.

"This was very well done, 'Iccup," he said thoughtfully. "You've got a real knack for making a man feel at 'is ease. Maybe this could make it worth me while to 'ave more baths from now on…"

"Don't just on my account," Hiccup muttered and turned away-but Alvin grabbed his hair and forced him back facing him.

"Don't think because I'm trying ter be nice ter you that I'll let yer cheek me back-slave!" he snarled and forced the boy to his knees. "Let's try again, boy," he growled. "You do this well enough and I won't be needing to fuck you. But you don't please me well enough and you'll be screaming again." Hiccup's eyes widened with fear and he watched the man ready himself. "Open wide, little whore!" he snarled.

Hiccup gagged and felt the organ jab the back of his throat. He tried to relax his jaw and do as he had been told, tried to forget the utter humiliation and nausea he felt, tried to push back the shame that Alvin was making him the man-whore he had denied ever being. He tried not to become something he could never live with. Then he looked up at the man who had tormented and abused him and a tiny flicker of his spirit reared its head as pain speared through his abused rear. He couldn't walk after his violation, even moving hurt. And he had bled more than he would have believed. Then he gagged again. He would have one single chance. He swallowed, prayed to the gods and bit down-hard.

Alvin roared in pain as Hiccup bit again, then tried to spit the Outcast out and pull back. He scrambled away-but Alvin was enraged and he grabbed the boy by the shoulder and hauled him up. This time, a fist slammed into his face, tossing the boy half a dozen yards and crashing him into the wall. He groaned as Alvin hauled him and hit him again. And then again. Then kicked the slumped little shape that lay pathetically on the floor. And again. Hiccup curled up as tight as he could to protect himself but Alvin was so mad, he was certain the Outcast would kill him. But he had tasted blood as he bit and the grim and triumphant thought drifted through his fading consciousness: At least he won't be able to rape me.

The Outcast pulled back, breathing hard and stared at the defiant boy, curled at his feet. Hiccup was still alive, still breathing but he needed to be punished. Alvin could just give him to his men and let them rape the boy until he died-a tempting thought-but Alvin wanted his revenge on Stoick and he had promised himself he would break the boy to pieces and then gloat as he showed the wreckage to the Chief of Berk. So Hiccup would have to live. But he would be whipped.

He stepped back, wrapping a fur around his middle and bellowing for Savage. The man had been listening-as usual-and he appeared instantly. He stared at the curled shape in shock as Alvin limped to the bed, his hand over his injured genitals.

"'e still has too much spirit," he growled. "I want it broken."

"I'll see to him immediately…" he began.

"NO!" Alvin snapped. "You are not to have 'im. 'E's mine! But I want him whipped in front of the village. Take him to the post. See to it immediately!" Savage dragged up the battered boy and saw him groan. The Outcast shoved his ugly face inches from the boy's.

"I'm gonna enjoy hearing you scream!" he threatened and Hiccup gave a very faint smile.

"Not…gonna…happen…" he whispered bravely. "No way I can scream as loud as he just did!" And the smile was more definite. Savage hauled him out before Alvin could kill him as the Outcast lurched painfully to his feet. He scowled evilly.

"I'm going to enjoy watching you flayed, boy!" he growled as he limped after them.

oOo

Toothless flew over the Berk ships without slowing for he could see the jagged shape silhouetted against the warming predawn horizon and he could smell Hiccup's scent trail heading straight and true in that direction. There were other scents as well-the foul stench of men who killed and raped and destroyed and never seemed to wash. The scents of blood. And Hiccup, his human, was somewhere among them. He accelerated.

The sun had risen as he crossed the cliffs of the coast and he soared high, getting an overview of the island. It was arid and treeless, devoid of most life except some poor miserable dragons eking a precarious existence. There were signs of dragon attacks as he circled, his keen eyes finally picking out a grey roof, some wreckage and another low stone building and he realised he had found the settlement. He heard shouts and he saw the catapults placed on the heights, overlooking the approach of the harbour and the settlement and he circled again. Glancing over his shoulder as he swooped round, he could see the Berk rescue ships closing on the harbour and realised they would be destroyed by the catapults. There were already armoured men running towards the weapons and horns sounding ready for battle. Pupils narrowing in anger, the Night Fury accelerated round, the characteristic whistle of his wings slicing the air sounding. But these men had no idea what he could do because he had never raided here before and they had certainly never seen another of his kind. And though they could see him against the morning sky, it was worth it as he blasted first one, then two and three of the catapults in one fell pass, then arced round and came back.

Below him in a black basalt stone yard, guards were dragging a battered and beaten shape forward towards a single post and Toothless felt his eyes widening. The small figure had auburn hair and in fear, he unleashed a roar. The prisoner's head snapped up and he struggled, the familiar face of Hiccup visible to the dragon's excellent eyesight. The boy struggled and the dragon saw one of the men hit him.

"TOOTHLESS!" the boy yelled, fighting desperately and he was struck again. The Night Fury's eyes narrowed and he aimed, firing a blast yards from the boy and blasting his escorts off their feet. The dragon roared and the boy scrambled up, sprinting off as quickly as he could away from the men. Toothless blasted them again, seeing them thrown off their feet once more. The boy ran urgently away and vanished into the building, then popped out through another door and began to run across the uneven rocky ground away from the settlement.

oOo

Hiccup's head was spinning from the blows he had taken and his spirit had plummeted to his boots as he was hauled across the ground towards the gnarled wooden pole in the centre, the manacles hanging rusted and stained with blood waiting for him. Already thirsty, his belly empty and his body battered, he guessed Alvin would kill him either now of shortly after but in a way, it was a relief…because he couldn't endure living here much more, with no hope and no chance to ever get away.

Above, he heard a whistle and his breath hitched. The sound jolted a memory of happier times, only a few days earlier, when he was flying on Toothless, the cold wind in his face and the sensation of space all around making him feel free On Toothless, he felt like nothing could touch him. He felt free. But here, he was not free, he was a slave and everything, even the few meagre possessions and friends he had garnered had been taken from him. But he heard an explosion, and then another and he tensed, for he knew that sound.

Toothless. Oh Thor, Toothless!

A roar sounded overhead and his head snapped up, seeing the dragon circling against the iron-grey sky. Suddenly, he was struggling, energy surging through him with a sudden infusion of hope.

"TOOTHLESS!" he screamed and the dragon roared again, then blasted just by Savage, knocking the man off his feet. Expecting the attack, Hiccup struggled to his feet and made a break for it. There were shouts behind him and another detonation of Toothless's blast but Hiccup realised this was his only chance. He ran with all his might, racing through the door into the citadel and off the yard and immediately casting around for another door out. A guard saw him but he ducked under the grasping hands and wrenched the door open, seeing the uneven plaza heading towards the forge-and beyond, the wilds of Outcast Island. And he hoped and prayed that he would be able to get far enough away for Toothless to land and take him away. So, eyes fixed on the rugged heights ahead, he accelerated.

His feet stumbled on the ridged surface and he staggered but ran on, hearing the sounds of steps behind him. And desperate, he put everything he had into the attempt. But something hit him and he slammed into the hard ground, his cheek grazing on the rock as a guard wrenched his hands behind his back.

"We got him!" he yelled.

"NO!" Hiccup cried. "Let me go!"

There was another blast from the Night Fury, tossing them sideways but the guard hung onto him grimly, another coming to support him and the two men began to haul the boy back towards the citadel. Kicking and thrashing, Hiccup continued to struggle as he was hauled back-and then he froze as he heard the familiar sound of Alvin's voice, roaring at his men.

"Get those catapults swung round-and target that dragon!" Hiccup thrashed and fought furiously as he saw Toothless swing round, searching for the boy and in danger.

"NO! Get away, bud!" he screamed, seeing the catapults swung round and lining up, Toothless was circling, firing another blast to try to free Hiccup. But the remaining catapults all fired and a selection of stones and sharpened chains flung at the dragon. Toothless spun and dinked but one sliced through his tail and he gave a shattering roar, desperately climbing a few dozen yards but seeming to lose control and sinking towards his left. Hiccup blinked in despair, his vision blurring. "Get away, bud," he whispered as the dragon dived, accelerating and blasting the last catapults to smithereens, killing the men who had attacked him-but he was unable to steer and as he rocketed out over the harbour and the approaching Berkian ships, away from Outcast, Hiccup could see him gradually losing height. And though the dragon was flapping desperately, he could see the flight decaying and as he vanished from view, he knew that the dragon would never make it home.

Toothless was gone.

It felt as if something had broken inside him, as if the breath had been stolen from him and he stopped fighting, allowing himself to be hauled back through to the yard, the brooding and furious shape of Alvin. The man had barely made it to the Healer's room when the cries had drawn him outing he had been furious that the cause was the boy who had wounded him. The boy had lacerated him, the bite deep. It only intensified his determination to break the boy in every possible way and have the prisoner as his personal fuck toy. But maybe he would just settle for watching the little bastard die.

"You shouldn't 'ave run, 'Iccup!" he snarled. Head bowed, the young Viking looked up with emerald eyes devoid of all life.

"Nothing else I could do," he said deadly and the man glanced up and then gave a chuckle.

"You thought the dragon was 'elpin' yer?" he sneered. "Oh, yer really are pathetic if yer think a dragon would come and rescue yer! No one is coming, boy! Yer mine and yer will be until I decide to end it." There were laughs from the guards, assembling to watch the spectacle. There hadn't been an execution for a couple of weeks and even if it was only a slave, it was a diversion from the general dreariness of life on Outcast Island.

"Then do it," Hiccup said quietly, staring into the man's eyes. Alvin swooped forward, his hand closing around the boy's pale neck.

"I'm not killin' yer yet, boy," he hissed. "I am going to break yer and all yer can look forward ter is spendin' all yer nights with me until I break you. It's never going ter be over!" And then he shoved the boy into the arms of the guards, standing back with a nasty look on his face. He watched as his tunic was torn away and then his wrists were snapped into the shackles at the top of the pole, holding the boy almost in tiptoes. He nodded and Savage walked forward, lifting a whip and flipping the boy to face the post. Faced with the inevitability of this-and the memories of what he had seen the whip do to others, Hiccup found he could still feel. And he was scared. His face was white and eyes wide with pain and fear.

"Are you ready, boy?" he sneered. Hiccup flicked his fearful eyes up and swallowed, forcing his voice to be steady.

"Go to Hel," he rasped, almost beyond speech. Savage walked back and flicked the whip out, watching the boy flinch. He smiled.

"You should have fucked Alvin!" he snarled the whip landed for the first time.