A/N: ...This was a really hard chapter to write for me. Not sure why but I am sure it is rushed and lousy. Well...

Last time, Hiccup hadn't really remembered much of it. Only glimpses of cold hands, pain and screams. Still, that was enough to hunt his nightmares for all the three years following.

This time though he remembered it all- God knows he wished otherwise. The cold concrete floor, the pain in every part of his being, the wet feeling of blood, shame, sweat, tears, hits, every single word despite the constant ringing in his ears- everything.

But the worst was remembering all of his touches. Rough and quick, hungry and demanding more without any sign of stopping.

But when it actually did stop, Hiccup couldn't feel it. The pain was still just as overwhelming. He was just barely conscious with vision so blurry he couldn't make out Dagur leaving through the door and closing it after him. It wouldn't have mattered either way, it was impossible for the boy to move at all from the small heap he was left in.

Exhausted, cold, injured and traumatized, Hiccup finally caved in to the claws of unconsciousness.

"He's been gone for eight hours," Stoick answered and Gabriel, or more commonly known as Gobber, wrote it down before taking a moment to think.

"You know we aren't allowed to search before a person's been missing for four days... It's against our rules and the station is pretty much empty at this time." Gobber heard Stoick sighing miserably in the other end so he quickly continued. "But I've read the files from 2012 and I understand the situation, I'll come over immediately and help you. I'll get a hold of Jorgensen and I'm sure Mr and Mrs Ingerman would want to help too with their kids being friends and all. Alright?"

Stoick nodded in the phone even though his best friend couldn't see it. "Alright, thank you Gobber."

"You're welcome." Gobber answered and after a second he continued. "Don't worry Stoick, I promise we'll find him. Hopefully in one piece this time," he then tried to joke but it fell flat even in his own ears.

And so the call ended. Stoick had not time to make a thought before a panic voice he'd nearly forgotten piped up.

"So? What did he say?!" Jack demanded, throwing his arms in the air.

"No help from the police, we're calling together some adults to help," Stoick informed trying to keep away the sting from his voice. He was still very filled with emotions from finding out about Hiccups boyfriend and all, not to speak of exhausted from the night and terrified for his small boys safety.

Jack nodded quickly. "I'll call my parents, they can help to!" With that said, Stoick couldn't help but give a small grateful smile.

Jack looked around at the hoop they'd collected. Beside him stood Spike, who he knew slightly as Hiccups muscular uncle and father to the boy beside him. Snotlout Jorgensen. Why he had to come was beyond Jack, he guessed they needed all help they could get but this kid had bullied his cousin for ages now.

As far as Jack heard, he was also the one spilling out all the information of what had occurred in the trial (as he was present with his family) and everything around it years ago as it was a popular story to gossip about. That made Jacks blood boil. He wasn't exactly off to a a good start with any of Hiccups very few family-members...

The Ingersens did came, as well as a friend of theirs who Jack knew as Rapunzels dad. Then there was of course Stoick, him and his family minus Emma, Gobber and two more he didn't know.

Stoick held a speech of some sort, explaining what the situation was and who would search where. Jack didn't listen to him though, he couldn't concentrate with how his feet itched to find Hiccup. Despite how tired he was from searching this night, the white haired teen just knew that something awful had occurred. Stoick seemed to feel that to.

Finally the (well it was shorter than it felt) speech ended and Jack took of together with his mother in their BMW to search as his dad went the direction he was appointed to by foot.

So they looked. Following the roads ans sometimes asking if anyone had seen a short, auburn headed boy around. Meanwhile Jack also called Astrid, asking if Hiccup just simply went home to a friend to get away. Jack didn't believe that though, he would have informed them if that was the case. Turns out Astrid wasn't even in town as it was winter break.

His mother often reassured him that it would be okay along the way, but it didn't make Jack feel less awful. He was scared, frightened even. Mix that with the bad feeling in his stomach and guilt as he was half the reason Hiccup ran- and it wasn't fun at all.

They searched the entire day, most of the group at least. But no traces.

Jack was forced home to sleep before returning next morning. Pretty many from the group searched this day as well and by then everyone in the pretty big town knew what was going on. Many from their different schools came up to Jack and asked things, but they didn't really seem concerned at all, just curious or wanting a good story. It wasn't often something like this happened in a calm town like this one. The teen in turn ignored them and continued.

But no results.

On the third day Gobber managed to pull a couple of strings to pull in the police early.

The officers in turn took up the looking and civil people weren't allowed to anymore for reasons Jack couldn't understand which pissed him of, but worse it made him anxious and helpless. The police also started searching for Dagur as he was the one with answers, but camerashots had showed him on the airport so he was probably miles away by now. That gave Jack mixed feelings too, first he was relieved that creep was gone but also angry that they couldn't find Hiccup through him or make him pay hard. Because Jack was a 100 percent sure that Dagur had hurt his beautiful Hiccup.

So being forced to stay home to not 'obstruct the investigation (being practically babysitted by his mom to make sure of that. She was worried Jack may also be a raping target (sigh) so she didn't allow him either. And so nothing really happened. That is until the seventh day when he finally got a call with news.

"Hello?" Jack said in the phone and someone he definitely had not expected answered him back.

"Hey, it's Snotlout."

"Snotlout?" Jack asked surprised.

"Yes, it's me," the slightly younger boy answered sounding annoyed.

"Why are you calling?" He asked not really bothering if it was rude. Snotlout deserved rude.

"Just thought to say if you haven't heard, guessing Stoick wouldn't have told you. Dad says they've found Hiccup like an hour ago, he's in the hospital now."

Jack dropped his phone. Maybe Snotlout actually did not deserve rudiment, but right now he couldn't care less.

"Mom!" Jack called over his shoulder already grabbing jacket and keys.

"What's wrong?" Said woman asked as she showed up in the doorway, still in her robe with dark-brown hair pretty frizzy.

"You've got to drive me to the hospital!"

A/N: Can someone please tell me how to spell Hiccups dads name? Is it Stoic or Stoick, I've seen both many times...