Disclaimer: I do not own HTTYD, RoTG or any other character you'll find in this. Only my OC's if they make an appearance.

Note: I'm so sorry for the wait on this chapter guys,I took a little break so I could figure how I wanted these next few chapters to go. But, I'm back, and I'm going to try and return to regular updates. There is some more Dagcup in this chapter here, but don't worry, there's a special surprise at the end that I'm sure may make you guys happy. This chapter has some content NSFW, and it'll be slightly explained in the next chapter if you want to skip.

I also need to thank Anie, who helped me before I made Hiccup's parents look like assholes.

Tangled Up With Cupid

Chapter Thirteen; I've Come To Know

He felt as if everything had stopped around them, and really wished time would stop. He didn't want this, this wasn't how things were suppose to go. Gritting his teeth, he let his eyes close tight as he waited for what would happen next.

Relief washed over him when Hiccup heard the approach of a car, hearing Dagur give an audible curse from where he was positioned behind him. Dagur pulled away, and the freckled boy sank onto the ground. His legs curled to his chest, hearing the sound of a car door open and also the sound of running feet.

Dagur had escaped.

Footsteps approached him, but he couldn't find the courage to look up. He didn't want to think of the accusations, this stranger probably assuming that Hiccup had wanted what was about to happen. Who would listen to him? He flinched when he felt the feet stop next to him, and then the gravel under feet shifting as whoever it was knelt down next to him.

"Hiccup," a gentle voice spoke his name.

It was a familiar voice, one that Hiccup had known since birth. Blinking, he lifted his head, green eyes meeting his father's worried gaze. Eyes widening, Hiccup couldn't think of one coherent sentence. Tears brimmed in his eyes, before slowly escaping. Next thing he knew, he was whimpering out a small 'daddy!' and then throwing himself into his father's arms.

Taken aback, Stoick wrapped his arms carefully around Hiccup. Trying to sooth the teen, he looked into the direction the red head had taken off into. He had fled as soon as he saw the police car, hastily pulling his pants up and trying to get his belt buckled as he ran.

As much as he wanted to question Hiccup, he couldn't find himself to do it. His boy was already in a broken state, fingers clinging. He'd never heard Hiccup's voice so tiny, so desperate for the comfort of his parent as he did in that moment. No, he couldn't scold or question Hiccup, not yet. Not with the affects of everything finally weighing down on him.

Carefully helping him up, Hiccup sniffled and wouldn't look his father in the eyes as he pulled his clothing back on. Silence followed them as they walked to where Mr. Haddock's police cruiser sat idly, neither speaking a word.

. . . .

Valka was confused when her husband and child walked into the door, Hiccup's eyes red rimmed and neither smiling as soon as they came inside. She shot Stoick a look, questioning on what was wrong, but he only shook his head.

"Hiccup, honey?" she gently called.

Hiccup gave a slight flinch, green eyes meeting hers, but his gaze had almost completely lost its spark. It was like her son had been replaced by some emotionless android. She reached out to touch him, but he pulled away, as if her touch might burn him. Without a word, he walked past her, heading towards his bedroom.

Again, her attention turned to her lover. She raised an eyebrow, wanting answers. Giving a sigh, Stoick reached out and took his wife's hand. His thumb stroked over her knuckles, his large frame leaning down to press a gentle kiss to her lips.

"Stoick, what's going on?" Valka questioned, bringing her hand up to cup his face.

As much as he didn't want to meet her eyes, he felt he couldn't deny his wife. "I found him out by the trail, Val, I was just going out there to investigate. You know how nosy Mildew is," he muttered, shaking his head.

She gave a nod, understanding what he must have been talking about. Their closest neighbor must have spotted Hiccup walking into the trail, must have thought the boy was up to no good and contacted the police. It was more of trying to get under Stoick's skin and trying to get the freckled teenager in trouble.

"There was another boy, he was -" Stoick paused, trying to word his next words correctly. "He was about to rape him."

Valka recoiled, her eyes wide and hands coming up to cover her mouth. While she didn't want to believe the words, she felt as if all of this were in some way her fault. If only they'd been there before Hiccup left, if only they'd kept a better eye on him. Giving a small whimper, Valka turned, about to go charging off to Hiccup's room to apologize and comfort her only child.

Stoick caught her arm though, pulling her to his chest. She tried to pry herself away, her small fists hitting at her husband's arms, but he never let her go. He held her until she finally went limp in his arms, before he leaned down to pressed his face into her shoulder.

"We've done our best for him, Val. But we can't protect him from the outside world much longer."

Giving a sigh, Valka nodded her head. Soon, Hiccup would be heading off to college. They couldn't kept him bound to live with his parents forever, sooner or later, he'd want to get out. He'd want to leave and explore what was beyond their small town. All they could do was hope that he made the right choices and didn't get himself in trouble.

Leaning her head back, Valka took in the warmth of the large body behind her. She missed this, being held by her husband. They were always so busy with their jobs, and when it wasn't their jobs it was the bills or something else to get in the way.

"I'm making him pancakes, and you can't stop me." she informed Stoick.

Peeling herself out of his hold, Valka leaned up to press a kiss to her husband's cheek before she walked towards the kitchen. While it was a little late for breakfast, she didn't care. If anything was a great comfort food, it would be pancakes. And hell, she was going to make pancakes for her boy and treat him like he was still her little boy until he moved out and finally complained about her treating him like he was three.

Stoick shook his head as he watched her leave, but gave a small smile.

In his bedroom, Hiccup had tossed himself down onto the bed. He hated seeing the look on his mothers face, and knew that he couldn't tell her what had almost happened. It would destroy her, would make her view of him change completely.

He hated the thought of keeping something like that from her, and knew that it would be even harder on his father to keep quiet about it. But he just didn't want to break her heart. She still saw him as the innocent babe she'd had so many years ago, to finally view him as a grown boy who could be so easily held against his will.

Well.. He wasn't sure how she'd see him after that.

There was a purring heat by his legs, Torch hesitating as he approached the boy on the bed. Valka always said that animals could sense distress, and he was sure all three animals in the room could feel Hiccup's distress as if he were loudly announcing it to the world. Lifting his head, he looked over his shoulder, eyes meeting the feline's.

Torch walked carefully over to the boy, flopping himself down by his head and nuzzling his small furry head against Hiccup's cheek. Giving a small smile, Hiccup brought his hand up, fingers stroking the soft fur. Soon he was closing his eyes, and the comforting warmth and the vibrating purr coming from Torch put him fast asleep. His slumber didn't free him from what happened though, nightmares plaguing him of what had almost happened. Dagur's face, voice taunting him as he pushed inside Hiccup no matter how much he cried and told Dagur no.

A gentle touch on his shoulder woke him, body springing up and hands automatically pushing away, mind confusing the room for the haunting darkness of the nightmare he'd been pulled from.

Guilt filled him when he finally focused on who had woken him, his mother's eyes wide and full of worry. He'd just tried to push his mother away, tried to strike her because he thought it had been Dagur. His mouth opened to apologize to her, but he was stopped as she offered a plate out to him. Closing his mouth, green eyes settled on the pancakes sitting on the plate.

"I hope you're hungry." She told him with a smile.

Giving a smile, his stomach growled in answer to her words. Taking the plate she handed to him, he let it rest on his lap. "Thanks, mom."

Rising from his bed, Mrs. Haddock walked over to the cage where Toothless and Stormfly rested. Torch sniffed in Hiccup's direction, before following after the woman. The room was quiet for a few minutes, but it was a comfortable silence. Eating, Hiccup watched his mother as she allowed the critters to climb into her hands, Stormfly pressing her tiny face against Valka's thumb.

"Your father told me, what happened." She told him, turning to give a small frown.

He swallowed tightly, the food in his mouth hurting as it went down. This was it, when his mother saw him as defenseless and would become disappointed that he couldn't keep Dagur off of him.

"I'm sorry, Hiccup, if we protected you for too long. I just never thought that anything like that would happen. I suppose no mother ever expects that her child may be a victim of -"

"Rape?" He ends her sentense, seeing the flinch she gives at the word.

"Yes, rape." She says with distaste.

Giving a sigh, Hiccup sets the fork down. He's lost his appetite at the reminder of what had almost happened, and he hates how his mother is blaming herself for it. He stares down at his feet, chewing at his bottom lip.

"Mom, it's not you or dad's fault. I'm almost an adult, I should be able to start protecting myself." He runs his fingers through his hair, fingers twirling a strand between them. "I don't need you guys to protect me all the time. I should have seen this coming, or at least have been more prepared."

Valka frowns, walking over to sit down onto the end of Hiccup's bed. "I don't want you to be more prepared, I don't want you to become the target of rape."

She reaches over to take his hand between hers, Lifting his head, Hiccup gives a small smile when he meets her eyes. He loves how much she cares for him, that she wants to continue to protect him from the dangers outside. But he'll have to come across them sooner or later.

"I love you, Hiccup." She says, tugging him to her so that she can warm her arms around him.

"I love you too, mom."

. . . .

By 11 at night, Hiccup felt he'd fully distracted himself from what had happened earlier. He'd written up some plans for a contraption he planned to submit to his dream college, and he even had a rough draft of the comic he had to the side if engineering college didn't work out. Leaning back in his seat, he looked over the small freckled boy in viking gear he had sketched out.

"What do you think?" He questioned Toothless, who was nestled into the hood of his hoodie.

Toothless' only response was only to burrow himself further into the material of Hiccup's hoodie. Smiling, the boy took a glance to his cellphone. He'd turned it off as soon as he came home, fearing that Dagur would try to get him to come outside again or something. Hesitating, Hiccup debated on finally turning the device on. What if someone else tried to contact him?

Biting at his fingernail, he turned his cellphone on. As soon as it was completely on, his phone lit up as text messages and missed phone calls were announced. He smiled to see missed phone calls from his friends. There was Fishleg's, telling him about some new game coming out. Astrid questioning him on how he was feeling. Even Aster and Jack had texted him, both showing concern for why he had left during lunch.

And honestly, he felt a little relieved and giddy to see Jack worried about him.

But then those feelings washed away when a new text message arrived. It was a long one, at least four or five texts in total. Each from David, apologizing for his actions. He told Hiccup how family stuff had just been stressing him out, that he pushed their relationship when he knew he shouldn't have. While Hiccup's head was screaming bullshit, part of him really wanted to believe the others words.

Can you please come over?

It had been sent around 8ish. He tugged at his fingernail, he could always say he'd fallen asleep, that he'd not seen the text until morning.

So, why in the hell was he putting his shoes on?! Was he stupid?! Dagur had tried to rape him earlier, his little excuse about stress shouldn't have been any reason that he was allowed to pull something like that. Maybe Hiccup had become desperate, thou desperate for what? For another male to pin him down while he told him to stop.

Or maybe he wanted to confront Dagur. Because he should be apologizing in person, not over some fuckin 5 page text message. Yeah, that was it. He wanted to yell, to scream and tell Dagur just how shitty he made him feel. How he'd tried to hit his mother because of a nightmare, how he'd probably never be able to have sex without being reminded of what Dagur had put him through.

He stormed past his parents bedroom, his father's snores following him until he was out the front door. Luckily he'd deposited Toothless back into his cage, not wanting to take the innocent creature the distance.

Tugging his hood over his head, he walked the path he'd taken before to Dagur's house. As he walked, he thought of what he was going to say. He wanted to see a look of shock, to wipe that smug smile off the red head's face that finally, someone was calling him out on his shit. He needed to learn, that forcing himself on people didn't work on everyone just because good looks and an amazing mouth.

What he hasn't been expecting though, was to walk right into a fight.

Dagur was standing in the doorway, face contorted in anger as he yelled. Standing by an open car door, the woman Hiccup deemed Dagur's mother looked just as angry. Her dark green eyes glared at her son, her mouth set in a frown as Dagur yelled word after word at her.

"Fuck you!" She interrupted him.

"You already did you slut!" Dagur yelled back at her, about to slam the door when he saw Hiccup.

Quickly, he walked down the lawn to where Hiccup was standing. Blinking, Hiccup was still looking between parent and child until Dagur grabbed the back of his head, pulling him into a harsh kiss. His eyes widened, watching past Dagur as the woman slid into the car and slammed the door shut behind her. With a loud rev, and squealing tires, the car was driving away.

Recalling what he'd come to do, Hiccup pressed his palms against Dagur's chest, shoving him away. Dagur looked a little surprised, before his gaze hardened and he was glaring at Hiccup.

"You're late." He stated, grabbing Hiccup's wrist and twisting it.

Sucking in a sharp breath, Hiccup tried to ignore the pain. "Did you really expect me to show up, after what you tried to do?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

Dagur gave a snort, his grip only tightening. He leaned down, pressing his lips hard against Hiccup's again. Hiccup stood still, not giving the other male the satisfaction to see him flinch or to kiss him back like he'd done earlier. Dagur needed to learn, Hiccup wasn't like his other playthings.

"But you're here."

"Yeah, to talk some sense into you." Hiccup told him.

Rolling his eyes, Dagur wrapped his other arm around Hiccup's waist. He pulled the smaller boy to him, leaning down more to trail kisses along Hiccup's neck. Giving out a shaky breath, Hiccup's heart beat a little quicker at the open mouthed kisses being pressed to his flesh. He tried to remember the rest of what he'd wanted to say.

"Y-you can't treat people like this, Dagur. I understand, th-that your mother doesn't treat you right. But that shouldn't. It shouldn't control how you treat others." He was really trying to get the words out, but he hasn't been wrong at all when he'd said that Dagur's mouth was amazing.

The older male was sucking and biting at his neck, a mark surely being left. The tight grip on his wrist was loosened, Dagur tugging him into the direction of the house. He numbly followed him, brain turning to mush and stomach feeling fuzzy.

Everything was almost like a blur, Dagur leading him through the house and back down those stairs into the almost bare bedroom. The sheets felt familiar as he was laid upon them, green eyes half lidded as he watched Dagur strip off the black shirt he was wearing. Hiccup found himself fascinated by the marks on his chest, the dark blue tattoo that covered half of his chest.

He pressed his lips against Dagur's skin, allowing the other male to strip off his pants. What he hasn't really taken notice of, was that he'd closed his eyes. He'd began picturing it as pale skin he was kissing, lust filled blue eyes that gazed down at him once all of his clothes were off. He imagined himself grabbing white hair, not red.

Fingers covered in warm lubricant pushed into him, moans and whines leaving his lips as Dagur pumped his thick fingers into Hiccup's asshole.

He rocked against Dagur's fingers, lips parting as he panted. He was writhing in pleasure, Dagur's face and body replaced in his mind with a boy he shouldn't even be thinking of. It was Jack he was seeing, and at some point he'd started moaning the white haired males name.

Dagur paused, green eyes moving away from where he was pushing his fingers inside the freckled boy to look at his face. While the clear look of pleasure was there, he knew it wasn't completely him giving Hiccup that pleasure. It was this Jack, the boy who's name was leaving his lips. Giving a sigh, Dagur ignored the protested whine as he pulled his fingers out.

"Hiccup, I can't do this." He told him.

Green eyes slowly opening, Hiccup gave a questioning sound. Leaning down, Dagur pressed a gentle kiss to his temple.

"This isn't how you should have your first time. There's obviously someone you love, and he should be the one to have this moment with you." Dagur spoke, carding his fingers through the others hair.

"I-I don't, I'm not.." Hiccup tried to deny it.

Dagur pressed his lips to his, silencing his words. "You've been moaning his name, clearly you are."

Hiccup flushed, curling his arms around himself. Dagur wrapped an arm around him, holding him close. Hiccup wasn't paying attention anymore though, thinking over the words that Dagur said. He'd been moaning another name? Had he really been that distracted by someone else?

Was it true. He was in love, with Jack?

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