Hiccup let out a groan as the man, whose name they still did not know, ran a knife over his lower abdomen, drawing blood. He could hear Thuggory thrash around in his shackles and decided that this probably wasn't one of those 'together we're stronger' moments.
"So, let's try that again," he said, hitting Hiccup in the side with the sharp end of his blade, "What's your name?"
"I told you, Gregorio Mendekatvich!"
"Your real name," he hissed, using the knife on his thighs.
"Ngya-ah!" Hiccup thrashed around in his bonds as he drew the blade more and more up.
"Adam!" Thuggory cried out. "It's Adam!"
Hiccup looked up. The boy looked at Thuggory for a second before walking back over to Thuggory.
"Listen, pchiku," Hiccup's eyes widened at the word because yes, he did understand Dragonese, "Your little friend over here, he's got a name, and he's just gonna be tortured and tortured until we can get the real one out of him. now, I'm gonna let this slide because I can see that you're just a little confused by all of this, but the next time you interfere, I'm gonna make a notch in you instead, capeesh?"
Thuggory nodded, wide-eyed as the man went back to carving into Hiccup.
Hiccup arched and his mouth fell into a silent scream as the blade dug into his hip, dark red rivulets pouring down his legs like raindrops down a car window.
"Let me ask you one more time before we get a little more… intense," the man hissed.
"What. Is. Your. Name."
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Toothless's head fell back, dizzy from the amount of time he either spent screaming, or staring at his guts.
"Talk," she said, her voice clipped.
He'd figured out that her name was Gulliera, though he was pretty sure that that was just a made up name, an anyways, people mostly just called her Gulls.
"Come on," she said, "What do you know of Chéstanada." He frowned, recognizing the language immediately. The Mother Tongue.
Well, the Mother Tongue for Dragons, of course. And she was saying it wrong. It was Kwe-stana-dad. Of course, he figured, he shouldn't be surprised, considering it was hard as hell for a non-dragon to get even a couple of words, near impossible to get a full sentence, and as far as he knew there was no one who could speak it fluently that wasn't dragon. It was a language even older than dragonese, only the oldest families even still used it.
Still… hearing her pronounce it… 'chest-stanad-a' it was quite painful on his ears, even more painful than the wounds she'd inflicted on him, possibly.
"I told you!" he yelled. "I don't know what it means. I mean, it's obviously Mother Tongue."
She growled, placing the knife away and bringing out a bottle of lemon juice.
"Please, it's so obvious that you're working with the triple T!"
"For the last time, lady, I don't know who they fucking are!" his voice wavered as she poured lemon juice into his wounds.
Oh, who was he kidding? Pain had stopped being a real thing seven hours ago.
He bit his lip as she grabbed the taser and pressed it to the areas around his wounds.
Toothless was not proud about fainting, and would never admit it, but to be fair, he'd endured over twelve hours of this.
Strangely enough, as he began slipping away, he felt arms pressing down on him, and the vague and distant feeling of being lowered.