The ships arrived after midnight. Supplies and healers came along for the injured ones. Stoick's expression hadn't changed since he saw his son tied up to the ship of his enemy. For all he knows he could be injured. No one could escape something like that without paying the price of luck. The battle was all about luck. Even with calculations and expectations, no one could've won it. Only luck and his son had it all on his side. The hairy Hooligan tribe lost great warriors in this attack, but families and friends of the victims said it was all worth it. That it was all for the peace to finally settle after the long 300 years of injuries, burning houses, stolen food, more work and rebuilding villages.
"Do you think Hiccup is fine?" Stoick asked, looking at the fog on the horizon where his son was last seen. Gobber didn't know how to answer. He's always the man of advices, but how do you give advice to a broken soul? That's clearly impossible and heartbreaking for everyone around that soul to watch it die inside someone's body and mind.
"I don't know, but what I do know, is that we will get him back," Gobber encouraged him. Once they settled back on Berk, Stoick made a promise that he won't rest before his son is safe and sound. He knows what Alvin would want from his boy, and he also knows that he would do anything to get it. That is what terrifies him the most.
"Welcome to Outcast Island," Alvin said, gesturing to the dead looking Island on the Horizon. It took several minutes to arrive on the docks. It was rather an awkward silence on the deck for the rest of the tour.
Hiccup struggled to breathe sometimes with the amount of blood loss. Underneath him a blood of pool started forming and once the outcasts cut the ropes, he almost slipped in it. If I could, he would've puked, feeling the nausea kicking in at the sight of his half ripped foot. To his surprise he was greeted by the outcasts after Alvin had shouted something about a dragon trainer. It was beginning to get blurry again as he was forced to walk. Instead of walking properly, he limped all the way up the mountains to his cell where he would be staying. He had to stop several times to catch his breath, but only to be pushed forward and sometimes ending up on the ground.
The prison cell didn't have anything comfortable like back in Berk. Instead of a wooden floor and blankets it was all made of a stone like cave with metal bars that he could easily escape through if only he had the strength to. He was tossed into the cell, slamming his head into one of the outstanding rocks, leaving a bruise on his forehead. When Alvin and his guards had left, he ripped off the sleeves on his tunic, taking off his half burned fur boot, tore it apart and used it to stop the bleeding with. Then he wrapped the tunic around the wound to keep himself from moving it and help the fur keep itself on. He couldn't stop thinking about what happened, and he had an idea of how his foot ended up in the condition it is now.
Last thing he remembered is hitting the Queen's tail, watching as Toothless dove after him, but nothing else. He knows its Toothless who did it, but why? Maybe it was because he was falling to fast and Toothless had to reach him, but accidently bite off his leg in the process. It makes sense and whatever the reason is, he know Toothless never meant to harm his best friend, just like he would never hurt Toothless.
He tried to think of something to keep himself from bleeding to death. His tunic wouldn't hold for long and once its covered in blood it will just roll down his leg again. Some part of him was begging that his father would be here, but what's the point? They probably think he's dead, and he would be soon if he doesn't give Alvin what he wants. He knows that much.
If only something on the island could keep his hope up, but from how he sees it, nothing could. Nothing besides Toothless, but he wasn't here with him so that didn't help him at all. For all he knows Toothless could be suffering after the battle. Injured just like him, and how much does it take to break through those scales of his? Not much unless it's something compared to the battle. He felt his body drifting off to sleep, but was startled by the banging on the metal bars of his cell.
"Tell us how you train dragons, and we will let you go," Alvin demanded, holding a dagger in his hand. Hiccup swallowed, trying to get away the slime in his throat and the nausea started to kick in by the smelly outcasts. He didn't know how to respond. His answer would always be no. He decided to not answer and Alvin snorted.
"Listen here boy, if you don't tell us how to train our dragons you will have to learn a lesson," Alvin smirked, moving the dagger in between his fingers, looking almost skilled. Once again, Hiccup decided not to answer, hoping he would understand it was yet another no. Besides, his throat was too dry to even communicate with.
"Very well, let's see if you change your mind later," The metal bars opened and two outcasts came in, both of them was wearing armor, but the one on his left had what looked like a dragon bone instead of a hammer like the other. Hiccup crawled back, up against the stone wall, trying desperately to escape the two hideous men coming his way. The metal bars were locked again, leaving them alone to do their business.
For the rest of the night, Hiccup suffered many painful hits of hammer and a bone that surely broke most of his bones by now. He just begged someone knew he was alive and that they would come for him now. Whatever Alvin decided to do to him, he would never train their dragons.