Toothless smiled, reading his first instruction. Apparently one of the TTT's informants was trying to court this girl, Stefania. His job? Seduce the female, his specialty.
He was no fool, of course, and knew that once he'd finished his assignment for whoever had kidnapped him, they'd hit the button and kill him. But he figured it would likely be best to just go along with whatever he had to do in case they were spying on him, which was likely, and then ask the villains for help, assuming they didn't just kill him on the spot.
The girl would be at a bar, the leopard, it read, once translated to English.
He walked in and immediately recognized her by the guy watching her longingly. He sat down smoothly in the bar stool next to her, leaned in and whispered, "Hey, gorgeous, how 'bout I buy you a drink."
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When Hiccup woke up he had a power-proof bracelet on, but was otherwise in no bad condition. In fact, he realized, a great majority of his wounds had been cleaned and wrapped.
He hefted himself off of the bed covered in animal furs, all nice and cosy, and got his feet onto the ground, walking towards the wall mirror.
He did a double take when he saw himself in there. Just how bad had it been?
He had a bruised eye as well as gashes littering his face. His lips were both bruised as well as his cheeks from where they slapped him, and that was just the head. His neck had a purple-bump forming on it, probably from all the tasering, he noted, his chest had bruises all over it from areas where ribs would've nearly poked through, and his chest had bite marks from mosquitos and flies, not that he was even sure that flies could leave bite marks…
His back was peppered with wounds from areas where he was either stabbed or whipped, and charred skin from where he was electrocuted. He grimaced at the idea of taking his pants off and assessing the damage. They'd stabbed, whipped and tasered him there too, also having kicked him in the knees a couple of times. He didn't even want to see what they'd done to his feet.
He sighed, so now what? Was he Dagur's slave? Concubine? What even?
He groaned. He needed to figure out where Thuggory was, together they'd come up with something for sure.
He silently turned the lock, creeping out of the room.
"Hello," a familiar voice said, sending chills down his spine.
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Toothless walked out of the bar, the girl practically hanging off his shoulder, and suddenly there was a guy standing in front of him. Jackpot, he thought.
"Hermano, where do you think you're going with her?" he asked.
Toothless smirked. "I'm taking her home with me. We have some unfinished business, eh Stefania?"
The girl in question simply giggled, too inebriated to care.
The guy growled and gripped Toothless by his shirt front, "Listen, I don't know what it is you think you're doing, but-"
Toothless cut him off. "Listen Paul," he said, "I know you're working with the TTT."
Paul blinked. "How do you know about them? Who are you?"
Toothless smiled. "My name is Toothless, I come from Supervillain to Supervillains seeking aid."
Paul laughed. "The TTT? They're not villains."
Toothless blinked. "Then what are they?"
Paul smiled. "They're schkrewnders, Mother Tongue raised seers, forged from the clay of the river Ganges and stolen from their foster families. You want to see them? Come along, but if they don't want to see you no one else ever will."
Toothless stared at him wide-eyed. What had he gotten himself into?