Breaking Point 3
A bucket full of ice cold sea water was dumped over Hiccup's head, shocking him awake. He gave a startled cry and jerked in the wooden chair he was bond to before gasping for breath, his body shivering from the cold. He tried looking around but could not push back the shaggy soak bangs covering his face and all he could make out were legs and armor, although one set was all too familiar. He blinked, shook his head in a vain attempt to get his hair out of his eyes. It was no use.
"Dagur," he muttered, managing to clear some hair from at least one eye.
The Berserker beamed down at him, obviously happy to be the first one acknowledged. "Hello, brother. Did you have a nice nap?"
Hiccup's eyes narrowed. "Hardly. What do you want, Dagur?"
"Ho ho…someone's getting a little big for his breaches," Dagur cackled, his face cracked into a big grin. "Let's see," he began, counting on his fingers. "I want you to kiss my boots, I want to rule the entire Archipelago, I want to wear your Nightfury's skull as a helmet, and…I want my Skrill back!"
Hiccup just glared at him, not bothering to respond to such foolhardy demands. Dagur knew for a fact none of those things were ever going to happen. Sighing, Hiccup closed his eyes and tried to feel around with his hands and see just how tight the ropes were around him. They were tight, very tight. He could barely move his wrists and only wiggle his finger. His legs were bond to the legs of his chair and he didn't need to look down to realize that his prosthetic was missing. The familiar feel of wood and metal against his stump was missing. He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself. This was worse than when he had been kidnapped, bond and thrown on the deck of the ship. At least then he had some movement and was able to run when Barf and Belch came to save him. Something told him it would be much longer before he was saved this time.
"All in good time, Dagur," Viggo said in a low purr as he stepped around the chair and into Hiccup's view. With surprisingly tender fingers he brushed Hiccup's hair out of his eyes and lifted the youth's chin so that their gazes met. "I have a few questions of my own before we start Hiccup's retraining."
"My what?" Hiccup asked, perplexed and a little frightened. He glanced toward Ryker but the larger man only grinned, and it was not a pleasant grin. No there was malicious intent and utter amusement. Dagur, on the other hand, looked just as confused as Hiccup.
Viggo stood back and began to casually walk around the small room. "Perhaps taming is a better word," he explained, his hands clasped behind his back like a teacher lecturing a student. "You fascinate me, Hiccup, and it's not often that happens. In fact I can't remember the last time anyone fascinated me as you do. There hasn't been a Dragon Whisper in well over a century, at least according to legend. I've certainly never met one before."
"Well congratulations, you've met one. Now let me go," Hiccup answered as he tried twisting his wrists. He didn't like where this was going. His gaze took in the room and confusion filled him when he noticed that the walls were not made of wood – or maybe they were but were just covered – but rather what appeared to be large thick pillows. His brow furrowed as he tried to make sense of what he was seeing but that wasn't nearly as strange as the large glass tank with three normal size electric eels swimming around inside. Two long thin cords were attached to metal rods that were partway in the tank. Each time the eels rubbed against them sparks appeared and seemed to run the length of the cords. On the other end was another pair of rods that seemed to jump with every wave of electricity. He wasn't sure what it was used for but he instantly had a sinking feeling deep in his stomach.
"Yes, I have," Viggo responded, not put off by Hiccup attitude what so ever. "Of course I don't expect you to simply join us."
The boy gave a snort. "Of course not."
The man only smiled serenely at him. "But I'm sure we can convince you. You have no idea how much your talents are worth to my brother and I."
"I'm sure. There's nothing like having a good conversation with a dragon before you kill it. Maybe find out where the rest of its kind it or explain to it and detail all the horrid things you plan to do with its body parts after you gut it?" He grimaced when Ryker smacked him across the back of the head.
"This one has a worse attitude than his girlfriend," the elder Grimborn growled lowly.
Hiccup gave him a sideways look but couldn't help the little tug of his lips. "That's probably the nicest thing anyone ever said to me."
Dagur gave an amused chuckle then shrugged when Ryker glared at him. "What? He's always been a snide little prick; he's just getting better at it."
The Dragon Rider bit back a laugh and tried to look innocent. Maybe if he get Dagur arguing with Ryker the two would distract Viggo enough for Hiccup to figure out an escape. He kept wriggling his wrists, hoping to loosen the ropes enough to free his hands. "Where's Toothless?" he asked casually.
"Gone," Dagur informed him. "Bye bye, Nightfury."
"He's none of your concern anymore," Ryker threw in making Hiccup's chest tighten in fear.
"Well, not right now. He's fate all depends on you," Viggo purred, strolling back to Hiccup. He knelt down so that they were at eye level. "No one's coming to save you, Hiccup. Our ships are unmarked, our flags changed to peaceable traders and fleet separated into small sailing parties or off on their own. Your dragon – your Toothless – is on an unmarked ship many leagues away and even if your friends find him they'd never find you."
"You don't know my friends," Hiccup hissed.
"No, but I know dragons and they will be searching for your scent. Perhaps you've been arounds dragons too long to notice but until now you've smelled like one of them. The scent of your Nightfury covered every inch of you just as your scent covered him. To a tracker dragon you are just an extension of your dragon and it would search for that scent."
For a moment Hiccup was confused and then it dawned on him. "The bath…the oils, that was all to mask my scent?"
"No, not mask it, get rid of it." Viggo smiled as he sat back on his heels and studied Hiccup for a long time. His gaze was one Hiccup didn't quite understand. There was a cunning mind there, devious and dangerous but there was something else there that Hiccup didn't understand and it frightened him much as it did the first time they met, when Hiccup had pulled back the canvas expecting to find Heather but instead was met by the strange cunning gaze of Viggo. "It's something we may have to do quite a bit depending who this goes," the man said as if in warning.
Hiccup shook his head slowly in confusion.
"Let's play a game," Viggo purred as he stood.
"What sort of game?" Hiccup demanded before wincing when Ryker grabbed his wrist and placed some painful pressure on it.
"Don't," the bald man warned before letting him go. He then gave Hiccup's shoulder a squeeze and stood guard behind him.
"A simple question and answer game to see how honest you are," Viggo continued as if nothing had happened.
"And if I answer you'll give me Toothless back?" Hiccup tried only to have Dagur start laughing at him.
"Yes," Viggo answered, surprising both young men. "Answer everything honestly and when we reach port I'll summon for your dragon."
"Really?" asked Hiccup.
"Seriously?" demanded Dagur whom Viggo raised a hand to hush.
"But lie and you will be punished and I can't guarantee your dragon's safety," Viggo continued.
Dagur gave a snort. "Well I'm still getting my new helmet then; Hiccup always lies."
"Since when?" Hiccup demanded, glaring at the Berserker.
"Berk DOESN'T train dragons," Dagur mocked.
"Would you let it go? You know why I had to do it."
Immediately the two boys began arguing and it honestly did sound like a pair of brothers going at it. They shot insults back and forth, yelled that the other was being unreasonable, childish or just – in Dagur's case – demanding to know where a particular Skrill was. Ryker and Viggo exchanged looks and while Viggo was holding back his laughter, Ryker covered his face and shook his head. He waited only a few seconds longer before grabbing Dagur's shoulder and dragging him away from Hiccup and putting an ending to the childish bickering.
"Continue acting like a child and you can wait outside while we interrogate your friend," he warned before letting Dagur go and pointing to the floor in a clear "stay put" fashion. Dagur gave him a challenging look before folding his arms across his chest and leaning against the wall.
"He's just going to lie," the Berserker grumbled, glaring at Hiccup. He was getting fed up of being treated like a child when he was a grown man and chief of his own tribe. But they had promised to show him a new way to torture and interrogate captives and used the technique on Hiccup, assuring that no permanent damage would be done. Once they got what they wanted from Hiccup the Hooligan heir was all Dagur's. He just had to be patient.
The interrogation started off with the bare basics, things everyone already knew such as Hiccup's name and age, birthdate and tribe. It was incredibly boring but Hiccup answered honestly because they was really no point on lying about facts that everyone in the room already know and that Dagur could confirm. It was when the questions turned to Berk's and the Edge's defenses that Hiccup stopped answering or gave false numbers, either insisting the defenses were far greater or number of dragons residing on either island far lower. He played dumb with the location of the Screaming Death and pretended not to know what a Rumblehorn was even though his father rode one – he really didn't think Dagur knew that one but was surprised when the Berserker chief rolled his eyes and pointed out Stoick the Vast rode one, when was Dagur ever that perceptive?
Viggo tut-tutted in disappointment when he finished his line of questioning. "Ah…Hiccup, I so wanted to have more faith in you," he sighed as he pulled on a pair of heavy leather gloves.
"Oh…oh! I have one," Dagur announced as he strolled up to Hiccup and knelt before him. A cruel little grin lit his face. "Are you still a virgin or has your little blonde friend finally sucked your dick."
If Hiccup could have he would have punched Dagur for even suggesting Astrid would do such a thing but all he could do was growl in response. "You sick son of a -" he started before a ball gag was suddenly shoved in his mouth by Ryker and tied behind his head.
Dagur shrugged. "Guess not. And I thought for sure she would have given it to you by now. Oh well. I guess you're not the lady's man I thought you'd be."
"Dagur, a little decorum," Viggo chastised as he walked around the tank of eels. "And Hiccup…oh Hiccup. I simply can't handle a person who would lie to my face. It's bad for business. You have such a wondrous mind, so cunning and open minded. You remind me of a young me." He picked up the two rods from their stand and lifted them to show the Dragon Rider. "But when I ask you a question I want an honest answer not lies. You're not protecting your people with them only condemning yourself and your dragon."
Hiccup's eyes widened as an arc of lightning went from one rod to the other. He tried pushing back into the chair but he was already as far as he could go.
"Being an amputee you must know by now just how sensitive the stump of a missing limb can be," Viggo continue, his voice still that of a mentor giving a student a much need lesson.
Hiccup gave a desperate muffled plea. He had been electrocuted before but never purposely and never directly to the stump of his left leg. He felt Ryker roll up his pant leg to reveal the wrapped flesh and then wrappings be removed and discarded. He squeezed his eyes shot, waiting for it, refusing to let it change his resolve. He waited and waited but nothing happened, nothing until the moment he opened his eyes. Then, before he could even steal himself against the coming onslaught of pain, one rod was jabbed into the bottom of his stump while the other rammed painfully into his side.
White hot pain raced through Hiccup, pain unlike anything he felt before. His body arched and pulled against taunt ropes. His head jerked back as he screamed, his teeth biting into the gag at the same time as his body fought against itself. It seemed to last forever before the rods were pulled away but he was given only a few moments to inhale deeply through his nose before it happened all over again. His body felt on fire and it trembled each time the rods were pulled away. Viggo continued shocking him, the expanse between lasting only long enough for Hiccup to let his guard down before doing it once more. After the fifth time Viggo put the rods away and had the gag removed before continuing the line of questioning again, starting from the very beginning with the simplest of questions.
Four times Hiccup was tortured, his stump and side abused and shocked when Viggo ended his line of questioning and it no longer mattered if Hiccup told the truth of lied, the punishment was all the same. All Hiccup knew was agony, his mind and body feeling as if it was on fire, his lungs burning, heart clenching and he was almost certain he could smell smoke and that it was his own flash bubbling and boiling and burning away. If he didn't have a ball gag in his mouth preventing him from biting off his tongue he would have begged them to kill him. Never before had he felt such agony. He no longer had any control over his body and he thrashed against the ropes, his neck arching dangerously back.
The body has a strange way of reacting to certain forms of pain. His muscles kept contracting and hardening and that including a very specific muscle in his neither region. There was no pleasure in what was happening yet that organ hardened nonetheless less when the rest of his muscles tightened. It didn't go unnoticed by his tormentors who watched with keen eyes every movement, every reaction the youth had until it all became too much for Hiccup. He screamed into the gag, venting his pain and agony, releasing it for all to hear and in the same fashion the lower half of his body also released and a wet sticky substance stained the front of his trousers as darkness filled his vision and he gave in to the pain, passing out as Viggo pulled away the rods. His chin slumped against his chest as his body settled back into the chair, the ropes all that was keeping him in it.
"He lasted longer than I expected," mused Ryker as he inspected the unconscious youth. He lifted Hiccup's chin to study his face before letting him go.
Dagur was laughing hysterically. "Forget that, did you see him cum? He likes being tortured!"
Ryker rolled his eyes in annoyance.
"When in such excruciating pain the body and mind tends to separate in order to find a way to combat that pain. An orgasm is not necessarily always achieved through pleasure. Some forms of pain can also bring it," Viggo explained as he put the rods away then removed his heavy gloves. "Now that we have a base line to work with it's only a matter of seeing how far we can go before pushing him over the edge."
Dagur's gaze was still firmly on that damp spot between Hiccup's legs. "Give me ten minutes alone with him and I'll get him over the edge for you."
Ryker's hands clasped into fists and he looked ready to deck the young chief but Viggo placed a hand on his shoulder to calm him. "We've consider option B if we don't get the results I want," Viggo agreed. He found rape a rather distasteful form of torture and beneath him but Hiccup and Dagur had a history and maybe, just maybe, Dagur knew how to break the Dragon Whisperer just a little more effectively. But that was a resort that would come into play only if needed. Viggo was certain he could break Hiccup without resorting to such a distasteful method.