The two of them, Hiccup and her kidnapper Dagur, found themselves on the lower deck of the ship. The silence, just as the smell of food on the table that separated them, surrounded them, creating a rather awkward atmosphere.

Her eyes were gaping somewhere to the side towards a window with the sight of the ocean, while her arms were bound with ropes, which started bruising her wrists with each attempt to free herself.

Eventually, when Dagur finished his eating and noticed her squirming, he swallowed loudly before smirking. "Hiccup, why don't ya relax?" he snickered, lying comfortably in his chair, with his legs resting on the table that separated them. "Nobody is torturin' ya…yet."

"It's hard to relax when ye're bein' taken to your death, literally," she pointed out, sticking her eyes into the man, furrowing.

"It doesn't have to be so bad."

"Oh, really?" Hiccup ironized, lifting an eyebrow at him and rolling her eyes, afterward. "What are ya suggestin'? Ya will make it fast and painless?"

"I mean that there doesn't have to be any death," Dagur stated as he stood up, before moving towards her. "Ya see, when we see the catastrophe yer village has become, the alliance will be destroyed, but it might be recreated once more."

"Recreated? Ya would like to recreate the union with Berk, actually?" Hiccup inquired, staring at his gait, shocked. "We have made a partnership with dragons! Isn't that the most scandalous thin' to do, or somethin'?"

"I don't mind that. The idea of havin' such an alliance, with the strength of dragons at our side, it's quite empowerin'."

"But scandalous, still. After all, the dragons have killed hundreds of people."

"For the person that has created the peace with them, ye're really skeptical about it," Dagur noted, leaning over her chair.

"I'm not skeptical," Hiccup disagreed, turning her face away from him. "I'm just seein' both sides of the coin, and I understand the hate towards dragons, but I have overcome it, makin' that peace possible."

"Interestin'," he hummed, patting the back of her chair and straightening. "Fortunately, my village never had this problem, so the worry is unneeded."

"It doesn't?" she asked, glancing at him, confusion crossing her face. "Isn't yer village famous for its dragon warriors?"

"The truth is that there were never any dragons on our island. These titles were gained on the travels, also the huntin', like the one today ya caught us onto."

"Wait, so while the other villages struggled with death on a daily basis, ya were havin' it easy, and not only that, you were huntin', unnecessarily?" she remarked, boring her eyes into him, indignantly.

"Yes, we're terrible," he sniggered and smirked, squirming his eyes at her. "Anyway, back to the theme, the alliance is destroyed, I may kill Haddock's offsprin' in front of her father's eyes, et cetera, et cetera, but I'm not doin' it because I like the idea of keepin' that alliance. Therefore, I propose to Berk's chief the deal, by which-,"

"Why would ya give my father any deal?" she questioned, frowning, puzzled. "We have an alliance and ya want it, so why must ya threaten-,"

"Still, I have his daughter, remember?" Dagur reminded, setting his dagger under her throat, not causing her to even flinch. "Accustomed?"

"Supposin'," she muttered, shrugging. "So what? Ya want to use the possibility to gain somethin', isn't that right?"

"I always like presents," he chuckled, taking away the weapon, while at the same time slashing his blade against the lower part of her chin, slightly. "In exchange for keepin' the union, and also his daughter without the sword stabbed into her stomach, I want his daughter."

"What?" she queried, cocking her brows at him. "In exchange for his daughter, ya want that daughter? Don't ya think it's likely, well, illogical?"

"As a wife," he finished, grinning crazily.

"What?!" she yelped, widening her eyes at him as fear and amusement overtook her face. "Ya must be jokin'! Isn't there a better woman on yer island to be with?"

"Don't belittle yerself, Haddock. Ya were weak a time ago, but now, now they call ya the tamer of Night Fury!" he empathized, lowering and gaping straight into her eyes. "I would love to have such a wife. Strong, powerful, and feared! Love is excessive."

"I hate to break the news to ya, but I already have someone," she replied, raising her chin proudly.

"Ye're jokin'," he snorted and growled when she shook her head, simpering, teasingly. "Does yer dad give ya as Thruggory's wife, finally?"

"For yer information, he's from my village," she added, looking away from him, but maintaining her straight posture. "And he was the one I chose because I love him."

"Ugh, discussin'!" He gagged, but then the hope crossed his face as he brightened. "Are ya two engaged?"

"Well, no," she answered, tense in her seat, knowing where the conversation was leading, "but we will be."

"It doesn't matter. What matters is the fact ya don't have any official partnership," he reminisced, pouting. "So I can claim ya as mine, still."

"Ya can't claim me as yers!" she shouted, sinking into her chair, offended. "Besides, my father knows I would prefer to be dead than sold to such a maniac like ya."

"Of course, that's right, but ye're a chief's daughter, still," he recalled, tilting his head from over Hiccup at her. "I may win ya in the duel, may I not?"

"Ya know what? Sure," she sneered, turning to him, while her mouth curved into a smirk. "Challenge him, do it. I want to see him break every, single, fuckin' bone in yer body, gladly."

"Please, ye're in love with him. He must be some kind of pushover and weaklin'."

"Ya would be surprised," she muttered, gazing at the table, ignoring him.

"Don't be mad at me, Hiccup," he coaxed, curling her braid around his finger. "Just imagine how powerful we could be! Me, the professional hunter, and ya, the dragon conqueror!"

"I don't need that power, Dagur."

"You will, someday," he whispered into her ear, harshly, "and ya will beg me-,"

"Chief, we've got a problem!" the man, who had just run downstairs to them, shouted, panting at the entrance.

"Don't ya see I'm a little busy?" Dagur growled, straightening and clenching his jaw.

"We're under attack!" he responded, jumping as the boat shook from the impact, at which Dagur only narrowed his eyes in annoyance.

"Then, take care of it!"

"It's the rider, with the metallic dragon."

"Again?" Dagur groaned and inhaled, pointing towards the entrance. "Go," he ordered, and while the man did as commanded, Dagur leaned over Hiccup, swiftly. "We'll continue this later," he mumbled and rushed out of the room, shutting the door behind him.

Afterward, Hiccup found herself in complete silence. Bored from waiting, she began tapping her feet on the ground, impatiently, until she heard a crack of wood by the door and she snapped her eyes there.

Surprisingly, there was a slight gap in the door, but there was no sign of any newcomers. Suddenly, from the ground on the opposite side of the table, the hooded figure leaped onto it, casting off all the food, causing Hiccup to jump.

Consequently, the person, who Hiccup had just now detected had an axe in his hand, narrowed his green eyes at her, surprised. "You're not Dagur," the female voice declared, giving her a once-over.

"Not from what I remember," Hiccup commented, taking in the sight of her clothes.

"You're with him or against him?"

Narrowing her eyes, in response, Hiccup lifted her knitted in the rope hands and smirked. "With; it's our foreplay," she ironized, grinning and pressing her lips together.

"Cocky," the woman scoffed as she moved from the table to Hiccup. "I like cocky," she muttered, before snapping the tie on her wrists. "Do you know where he is, now?"

"He ascended to the upper level, likely to the main deck."

"Sicko, but a fast sicko," she rumbled and lifted her brow at Hiccup. "Do you want to get out of here?" she asked, and while Hiccup nodded, she passed him an empty bag. "Then help me out."

"With what?"

"Stealing," she replied, walking towards one of the side tables and analyzing the papers lying there. "Documents, data, coins, anything that may have value for him."

"Okay," Hiccup said quickly, before stepping towards the next woman's table.

There, she took everything into her bag, not actually bothering with its designation. The loss of anything that belonged to Dagur was like a life stain on his honor for him, she assured herself, and then, glimpsed the golden, oval object, which she took and showed to her companion.

"What do ya think about this one?"

"Fancy, mystical, with the archaic build? Perfect," she summed up, pulling the last papers in her bag, while Hiccup packed the entity in hers, before she grabbed her arm, suddenly. "Come on, we gotta go," she commanded and yanked Hiccup to the door, rapidly.

Subsequently, they ran through the halls of cages, which were empty to Hiccup's surprise, and stopped by one of the tiny windows. There, the female analyzed Hiccup's build, before breaking it, removing the remains of glass, and jumping through it, inviting Hiccup to do the same.

Without question, Hiccup did as he was told and soon found himself standing on the full view of the ocean, his legs supported by a wooden bar.

Panting, she glanced to the side and blinked in surprise, noticing the uncovered woman's black, disheveled hair blown by the wind, and the crinkled corners of her eyes.

"Heather," she started suddenly, and noticing Hiccup's confused look, she corrected herself. "My name is Heather."

"Hiccup."

"Alright Hiccup, what's your attitude toward dragons?"

"That depends on what's yers."

Behind Heather's back, the silver body immediately appeared, and upon seeing it, Hiccup's mouth opened wide. The green-eyed dragoness, whose skin looked like glass in the rays of the sun, nudged Heather, who giggled happily.

"Hey, bestie," Heather greeted her, patting her snot. "Hiccup, this is Windshear."

"Are you Heather's new friend?" The dragonness asked, and Hiccup couldn't help herself but squeal, excited.

"This is so amazin'," she murmured, her lips parted in wonder. "May I touch her?"

"If she agrees," Heather agreed, shrugging.

"Maybe I don't want to be touched by strangers," Windshear hissed, while her nostrils flared.

Hiccup implied, inching backward, "I don't have to touch ya. That's not necessary."

"You understand me?" Windshear questioned, tilting her head at Hiccup, studying her.

"Aw," Heather crooned, pouting sweetly. "That's so nice of-,"

Windshear interrupted, thrusting herself between Heather's neck and shoulder, to sniff Hiccup. "You understand me?!" she exclaimed, squirming her eyes at Hiccup. "You are not like others," she pointed out. "You are different."

"I hope that was a compliment," Hiccup whispered, quietly enough that Heather didn't hear her, and stroked Windshear's head, at once moving her away. "Shouldn't we get goin'?"

"Right," Heather affirmed, nodding her head. "We'll take you home. Where should we go?"

"Just follow me."

"Follow you?" Heather inquired, frowning at bringing Hiccup, and her eyes widened when Hiccup leaned out, felling toward the ocean. "Hiccup!" she called after her, startled.

Afterward, both Windshear and Heather seemed to gasp, as Hiccup changed and shot into the sky, rapidly. The woman doubted anyone on the ship could follow her with their eyes, due to her speed.

Eventually, when the awe transformed her face, replacing the earlier shock, she jumped onto the Windshear's back, while her eyes shone with enthusiasm.

"Follow that dragonness!" she ordered, and both of them raced after Hiccup, disappearing into the clouds beyond the horizon.

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