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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      How_to_Train_Your_Dragon_-_Fandom
  Relationship:
      Hiccup/Alvin, Hiccup/Consul, Hiccup/Alvin/Consul
  Character:
      Hiccup, Alvin_the_Treacherous, Roman_Consul, Stoick, Gobber, snotlout,
      Astrid, tuffnut, ruffnut, fishlegs, Toothless
  Additional Tags:
      Kidnapping, Abuse, Sexual_Confusion, Sexual_Experimentation, Rome_-
      Freeform
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-09-30 Chapters: 29/29 Words: 97127
****** Life As I Knew It ******
by Jettara1
Summary
     Alvin has succeeded in capturing Hiccup but he is not fool enough to
     take the boy to Outcast Island or anywhere in the Archipelago.
     Instead he takes to boy clear across the known world to Rome where
     the boy's only comfort is Toothless. But while Hiccup teaches the
     Outcasts about dragons Alvin will teach Hiccup about sexuality and
     its most carnal desires.
***** Chapter 1 *****
Life As I Knew It
It started with an argument, something so trivial that Hiccup would have looked
back at it and laugh had the events of that day gone any other way. After all
every kid had disagreements with their fathers but it seemed that he was
arguing more and more with Stoick lately and it was getting to the point that
he was snapping at the other kids at the academy, including Astrid who he cared
very deeply for and still dreamed of one day marrying. This particular argument
was over defending Berk. Stoick wanted the dragons grounded until they could
properly deal with the Outcasts and while Hiccup understood his father’s
concern he couldn’t deal with being cooped up as if a prisoner of his own
island. He needed to fly. Toothless needed to fly. And the best way to defend
Berk was with the help of the dragons and nightly patrols. So he waited until
late at night when his father was sound asleep before quietly sneaking out of
their hut with Toothless.
He didn’t mean to fly so far or be gone so long. Fifteen minutes was all he
promised himself but once he had the wind in his face and fluffy clouds at his
fingertips time no longer had any meaning and all the anger and self-loathing
melted away. Of course the sting of his father not trusting him and the riders
to protect Berk was still there and sneaking out as he did surely wasn’t going
to help but at that moment he didn’t care. He and Toothless were free and that
was all that mattered. What was supposed to be a simply patrol turned into free
flying and dancing in the clouds.
Toothless was enjoying their freedom as well. The Nightfury was not one to be
grounded for long without going stir crazy and the moment he was air borne he
zoomed around Berk happily before heading to open water with the intent of
flying to Dragon Island and back. He zipped up into the clouds with a whoop of
glee from his rider before doing a barrel roll and plummeting back toward the
ocean with Hiccup holding his saddle tightly and then opening his wings at the
last possible moment.
Neither of them took much notice of the merchant ship down below, they were
flying over a trading route after all, so they didn’t give much mind to the men
traversing on deck. They should have of course; it was something Stoick had
been drilling into the riders ever since Alvin’s first attack, but Hiccup’s
mind was on anything other than his father and their earlier argument. After
all if Stoick found out he had broken the rules again there was sure to be a
bigger argument starting with what a bad example he was being to the other
riders.
It wasn’t until the clap of a catapult being fired that Hiccup realized they
were in danger but it was too late to react. Toothless’s head shot to the left
and his mouth opened to fire a plasma blast but it was too late, a huge boulder
slammed into Toothless’s middle with enough force to throw them toward the
nearby Crescent Island. A net was shot next but the force of the first blast
had sent the two tumbling and the net completely missed them which was probably
a blessing as the two were already out of control. The shock of the hit knocked
Hiccup right out of his saddle and despite the pain Toothless was in he rolled
around in the air to grab the boy and wrap his body around Hiccup’s much
smaller one in hopes of protecting him. It was a good thing too because a few
seconds later they slammed into a rock face so hard Toothless’s bulk brought
the rock wall down and together they continued rolling until they came to a
stop on the rocky beach.
Toothless opened his arms once he was settled and let his boy go before giving
a pitiful moan and laying his head to the side. Hiccup groaned as he stumbled
to his feet. “Wha…what hit us?” he mumbled as he tried to get his bearings.
Looking around he took in exactly where they were and then glanced at his
dragon. “Crescent…Tooth? Toothless?” He knelt next to the injured dragon,
taking in his wounds. None of them were overly serious, thank Thor, but there
was a nasty lump forming on his head and one wing was bent wrong which meant it
most likely was broken and he couldn’t fly. They were stuck on Crescent Island
and whoever had shot them down – most likely Outcasts – wasn’t far behind.
Somehow they had to get out of there.
Kneeling in front of his best friend, Hiccup lifted Toothless’s head and ran
his fingers across it in a comforting manner. “Come on, bud. You need to get
up. We need to get out of here.”
Toothless gave a whine but tried to stand nonetheless. Hiccup slipped under his
left arm and tried helping him up but Toothless was far too big and heavy for
someone Hiccup’s size to lift and while the dragon did struggle to get back up
he had also hurt his front right paw and couldn’t place any weight on it. He
gave cry of pain before collapsing on his side once more.
“No…no, no, no…” Hiccup pleaded as he was dragged back down. “Toothless, we
need to get moving. Come on. I know it hurts but we can’t stay here. I’ll…I’ll
make a raft and we can sail back to Berk. Dad’ll be pist but we can do. All we
have to do is find some sort of shelter and… Toothless, no…no, don’t close your
eyes. It’s okay. We’ll be okay.”
But it wasn’t okay. Toothless wasn’t okay. Hiccup laid his head against
Toothless’s as realization of just how serious of a situation they were in set
in. It was his fault Toothless was hurt. Had he just listened to his Dad and
stayed on Berk they would be safely tucked into bed and Toothless wouldn’t be
hurt. He closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around his best friend’s neck.
They weren’t okay.
A cry escaped him when two large pairs of hands grabbed his arms and dragged
him away from Toothless. “No!” he screamed, kicking as the two Outcasts dragged
him backwards across the rocky beach.
Another man approached Toothless with a large axe as the Nightfury fought to
defend his rider but couldn’t even get to his feet without toppling over. The
Outcast raised his axe high above his head to deliver a killing blow.
“NO!” Hiccup screamed, fighting to break free to save his friend.
“Stop! Let him go,” a deep husky voice commanded and at once the man with the
axe lowered to blade to his side as the two men holding Hiccup let him go.
Hiccup didn’t hesitate, he ran back to Toothless as quickly as his legs could
carry him. He skidded to a halt in front of the injured dragon and took a
defensive position even though there was little he could do against six armed
Outcasts. It didn’t matter though; he wasn’t going to let them hurt Toothless.
He pulled out his dagger, the only weapon he had other than Toothless’s plasma
blasts. And despite his pain Toothless managed to get up on three out of four
of his paws and growl warningly at the Outcasts.
“Hiccup,” purred an all too familiar voice. “Hiccup…Hiccup…Hiccup. What are you
doing so far from Berk at this time of night? Surely Stoick isn’t allowing his
only child to fly solo over such dangerous waters after our last encounter.”
Hiccup said nothing as he glared at the man, more upset at his own foolishness
then the fact they were surrounded.
“Oh, don’t tell me, you ran away,” Alvin continued in the sickening purr that
made the hairs on the back of Hiccup’s neck stand on end.
Hiccup gave a snort. “Seriously, Alvin? You think I’m that stupid? It’s called
night patrol and there are two more riders not far from here,” he lied, hoping
to buy some time and that his father would awaken and come looking for him on
Thornado. It was a fat chance since it was still very early in the morning but
he do something to stall for time.
Alvin glanced toward the heavens as if inspecting them. “Hmm…I don’t think so,
boy. I hear tell that Stoick has grounded all your precious dragons which means
you’re alone and no one knows where you are.”
Taking a step back Hiccup pressed himself against Toothless as the Nightfury
growled lowly. How could Alvin possibly know that? Did he still have a spy on
Berk? “Toothless…” he said softly.
The Nightfury opened his mouth which glowed bright blue as he formed a plasma
blast.
“I wouldn’t do that, Hiccup,” Alvin continued as if Toothless was no threat to
him and sure enough he was as another net was shot from the ship behind him to
wrap around the dragon, the bolas on the end whipping around to muddle up his
wings and bind his mouth shut. Alvin tut-tutted as Hiccup spun around to try
and untie his friend. “I just spared your pet’s life. Now I can let him live or
end his miserable life, the decision is yours really.”
“Let him go!” Hiccup demanded as he tugged at the thick ropes. He tried cutting
them but Alvin came up behind him and plucked it from his hands as if disarming
a mere child. Hiccup gasped as he was again yanked away from Toothless. “No,
stop!”
“You know what I want, boy. You’re going to train my dragons,” Alvin laughed,
dragging Hiccup toward his ship by the arm.
Hiccup stumbled as he glanced back toward Toothless. The other Outcasts were
heading for the ship as well, not one of them bothering with Toothless. “No,
wait…I can’t leave him! Alvin, please…he’s wing’s broken. He won’t survive
without me.”
“Not my problem,” Alvin answered, not care one way or another about one dragon
regardless if it was a Nightfury or not.
“I’ll train your dragons,” the boy all but yelled, surprising the Outcasts.
“I’ll do it. No tricks or attempted escapes just please don’t leave.”
“He’s dead either way,” Alvin ground out, annoyed with the boy’s antics.
“I’ll do whatever you want. Please!”
Inhaling deeply, Alvin counted silently in his head then nodded to his men.
“Bring the dragon,” he ordered before dragging the boy onto the ship where he
was bond and then thrown into the hold for safe keeping. Toothless was bond to
the deck with rope and chains and a large canvas blanketed him so that if any
dragon riders flew over it would seem as if the Outcast ship was just another
merchant vessel.
“Sir, Stoick’s not a fool,” Savage, Alvin’s second in command, pointed out as
they set sail. “Once he realizes the boy is missing he’ll assume we had
something to do with it and come to Outcast Island looking for him. We can’t
afford another attack on our soil.”
Alvin was silent for a moment as he contemplated what to do with his new
captives. The dragon he could care less about but it was an assist to keep if
only to keep Hiccup under control, but Savage was right; Stoick was no fool and
would go to war to save his son. No, they couldn’t take the boy back to Outcast
Island; it would be the first place the Hooligans would search. They needed to
go somewhere where Stoick would not think to look, where no Viking would dare
to travel. A place where no one would ever think to look for young Hiccup,
where he could train dragons in peace and Alvin could mold him into his own
image as he had wanted since learning of the boy’s uncanny skill with dragons.
A slow smile creased his lips. “I’m not taking Hiccup to Outcast Island,” he
purred as a sudden burst of inspiration hit him. “Set course for Rome.”
***** Chapter 2 *****
Life As I Knew It 2
When the boat docked at Outcast Island Hiccup expected Alvin or one of his
lackeys to come down to the hold and drag him to one of the many cells where
they usually kept dragons but instead he was transferred to another far larger
ship and left once more in a hold. There he waited and waited, listening as
booted feet clomped up and down the gangplank. It lasted for hours and not once
person bothered to so much as speak as him as supplies were loaded aboard, the
only words spoken being to move or get out of the way as if this was an
everyday occurrence for them. It got to the point Hiccup had to press himself
against a wall, especially when the overhead hatch opened and Toothless was
lowered on a large palette. After hours of being tied the Nightfury didn’t look
any worse for wear but he whimpered nonetheless when the palette hit the ground
with a jerk that upset his injuries.
“Toothless!” Hiccup cried, stumbling to his friend. His arms were still tied
behind his back but it didn’t matter. He leaned into Toothless and rubbed his
cheek against his dragon’s. “Oh bud, you okay? Did they hurt you?”
The dragon only whined in response, his head only being allowed to lift a few
inches with all that netting over him. If Hiccup could he would have cut those
heavy ropes and freed him if he could but as it was he couldn’t even free
himself. Instead he cuddled next to Toothless and watched as the hatch closed
again, wondering why they weren’t being taken to the cells and why Alvin was
packing enough supplies to last a small band of sailors nearly a month. Barrel
upon barrel of water, mead and wine was rolled against the far wall along with
an endless number of crates. Hiccup’s worry grew with every crate that was
stacked. Where were they going to warrant so many supplies?
“Alvin, this is insane,” a raspy voice practically shrieked from the stairway,
making Hiccup jump and move protectively in front of Toothless, as if expecting
a hoard of angry Vikings to try and take his dragon from him as they had when
Mildew cited a riot. Even though he was tied up it didn’t mean he wasn’t going
to put up a fight if anyone dared to hurt his friend.
Mildew’s voice was like claws against a sharpening stone. “You’re planning on
taking them clear across the known world with these meager supplies? Have you
seen how much a dragon eats? You can’t just feed it one fish a day and think it
will survive like your warriors will. There’s no rationing food. They get
hungry they eat, plain and simple. The smoke fish won’t last two days. And
might I remind you that you have a teenage boy on this journey who isn’t even
full grown and going through periods of growth spurts? You can’t ration food
with him either. He’ll go through periods of being extremely hungry and others
where he won’t want to eat what-so-ever. Have you ever dealt with a child for
more than a few days?”
Hiccup’s brows furrowed in confusion. Mildew was alive? Why didn’t Alvin kill
him? Were they still working together? They must be. Then why did Mildew sound
so concerned over his and Toothless’s well-being if he was in cahoots with
Alvin?
“He is hardly a child,” Alvin argued, his heavy footsteps following Mildew’s
much lighter ones. “He is young and small but he is much stronger than he
looks. He’ll handle the voyage.”
Mildew only sighed. “This isn’t what I wanted, Alvin. You were to separate the
boy from his dragon. We have the Book of Dragons we don’t need the boy.”
“The book is only so useful. We need the boy. He has an uncanny way with the
beasts. Don’t worry so much, old man, Hiccup is a tough lad. He’ll make the
trip with ease. Which brings us back to the matter at hand. Are you staying
with Savage or coming with us?”
The elderly man gave a snort. “I’ll stay here thank you very much. I have
enough to deal with when it comes to dragons and angry Hooligans. Last thing I
need is nosy Romans interfering with my business. You certain you won’t change
your mind? We can hide the boy and his dragon in the catacombs.”
“No and I suggest you don’t breathe a word of our whereabouts to anyone,
especially Stoick, or I’ll gut you myself,” Alvin warned moments before
entering the hold.
Neither said a word to Hiccup. Alvin untied Hiccup’s ropes, checked his wrists
to make sure there were no blood clots and then retied them in front of the boy
before placing a small canteen of water in his hands. He hesitated a moment
before ripping the netting around Toothless’s head just enough for the dragon
to open his mouth enough to drink a little water and maybe eat a little food
but not enough for him form a plasma blast.
“Where are we going?” Hiccup asked, looking from Alvin to Mildew but the older
of the two ignored him and stomped out of the hold, looking unusually upset.
“Mildew?” he called, his fear growing at the look the old man gave him.
“Be safe, lad,” was all Mildew said before hurrying off.
Okay, Mildew had a way of creeping Hiccup out but this one took the cake.
Hiccup pressed his back against Toothless’s side as he watched him leave. It
took several deep breaths before he could calm himself enough to think. Okay,
think, I’m on a ship going Thor knows where with enough food to feed an army
and an injured Nightfury. How do we get out of this? he wondered silently as he
gazed up at Alvin who was puttering around.
“So are you telling me where we’re going or is it some sort of big surprise?”
Hiccup asked, trying to act as if it didn’t matter when in fact his mind was
racing with all the different places Alvin might take him that had Romans.
There was Fort Sinister or the Southern Mainland where there was still numerous
colonies that the Romans stilled ruled. They were being pushed back bit by bit
by the Vikings and other Barbaric tribes but they still had a large presence.
For a while Alvin said nothing. He took stock of supplies and took note of what
was still needed. Then finally he glanced at Hiccup. “I’ll send someone with
medical supplies to treat your dragon’s wounds,” he grumbled, eying the boy
before heading for the stairs. “We’ll be setting sail shortly. I suggest you
get some rest.”
Hiccup only glared at himself as he walked away. “You know my father’s going to
find me, Alvin. There’s nowhere in the Archipelago you can hide. He’ll find
me.”
Alvin paused and glanced back, his bushy brows furrowing in annoyance. “Not
where we’re going.”
It wasn’t long before the ship began moving. Hiccup wasn’t sure of the time but
he knew it had to be late afternoon or early evening but of course it was hard
to tell the passage of time trapped in the hold with no natural light and only
one lantern hanging from the far wall. It was cold in the hold, the air chilled
to keep the food from spoiling. It was not the ideal place to keep someone
prisoner but Hiccup was sure Alvin didn’t care for his input on the subject. He
huddled against Toothless for hours, trying to keep them both warm. The medical
supplies given to him were worthless at best, the only thing helpful being an
herb to help kill pain. Hiccup made good use of it and crushed the whole stock
into a paste to feed Toothless, the healing properties being more potent when
crushed. Of course Toothless didn’t like that one bit and tried throwing it up
but when Hiccup wrapped his arms around his snot and clambered on his back to
hold his mouth shut and make his swallow the medicine.
“Come on, bud. I know it tastes awful but it’ll help the pain,” he said
soothingly. He was actually happy his wrists were tied because while it was
awkward it did help him hold Toothless’s mouth shut until he swallowed. “See,
not so bad. It could be worse. Dad usually holds my nose and shoves it in my
mouth when I fuss. Although I guess Spitelout is worse still. He sits on
Snotlout to make him take his medicine so…” He shrugged his shoulders as he let
his friend go and then carefully got off his back before he could accidentally
hurt Toothless’s bad wing.
Toothless only grumbled as if mimicking Hiccup’s “could be worse” line before
burying his head in his paws with a disgruntle pout.
“Yeah, I’m not happy either but Dad and the riders will be here soon and then
we’ll get you back to Berk and treat that wing properly. It won’t be long. A
couple days at most. We’ve gotten out of trickier situations than this before.”
That first day dragged on for what felt like forever and Hiccup started to
think that maybe the Outcasts had forgotten all about them and that may have
been a good thing if Toothless wasn’t hurt. Hiccup bit at his ropes until he
was able to untie the knot. Once the ropes fell away he rubbed his tender
wrists and set about trying to untangle the net but there was a lot of robe and
the bolas were knotted under Toothless. Without a knife there was no way to
free him.
“Okay, Hiccup, think. There has to be something here I can use,” he muttered to
himself as he began searching the hold in hopes of a sword of dagger or a sharp
blade of any type. Wherever the Outcasts stored them it was not in the section
where Hiccup and Toothless were. Frustrated Hiccup kicked one of the crates and
folded his arms across his chest. There was nothing he could use to cut the
ropes. He slumped back on the floor against Toothless with an angry huff and
tried to think of a way out of this situation.
That night the Outcasts did indeed forget about Hiccup until late at night
after they had put considerable distance between the ship and their island and
were well on their way south. By then the sky was dark and Hiccup had fallen
asleep next to Toothless having only been able to free his head just a little
more. He had found a crate of smoked fish and more water and made them a small
dinner but Toothless was distraught, unable to move and becoming increasingly
agitated by being pinned as he was. He gave a low growl when one of the
Outcasts approached and that was the only alert Hiccup had before opening his
eyes to discover a thick fur over him and a tall man walking away.
“Thank you,” he called but got no response back.
The next day was much the same as was the third and Hiccup soon became stir
crazy. He searched the crates for food, pulling out odds and ends so that he
and Toothless ate and no one seemed to get too upset about it. Of course that
may only be because Toothless was tied up and couldn’t eat all the supplies on
his own as he normally would were he given free reign. Hiccup attempted
tricking the warriors into loosening Toothless’s ropes, even tried the whole
afraid of the dark scheme that had worked the last time they were captured but
other than being shoved aside or told to shut up he was ignored. At least until
the third evening when he was awoken by the same man who checked on him every
night.
“Alvin wants to see you,” he said in a gruff tone as he grabbed Hiccup’s arm
and shook him awake.
“Mm..wha..?” Hiccup asked, his mind and voice clogged with sleep. He blinked
his eyes open and for one sleep induced more he thought he heard the roar of
dragons. Was the ship under attack? Was his Dad and the dragons riders
attacking? He didn’t get a chance to ask any of these questions as he was
dragged out of the hold and up to the moonlit deck. His heart fell when he
discovered a peaceful night sky and calm seas.
The ship was unlike any Viking ship he had seen before and he would have liked
to take a few extra moments to investigate but he was hurried across the deck
to a large cabin at the stern. Outcasts on duty sent him a mix of curious and
angry glares as if not happy he was among them. Grumbling echoed behind him and
Hiccup’s unease only grew. Yeah and he thought he had it hard living amongst
his own people. But that thought was quickly dismissed when the cabin door was
opened and he was shoved inside.
This was not a Viking ship.
The cabin was richly decorated with craved wooden columns in patterns Hiccup
had never seen before but felt oddly familiar. Tapestries from a faraway land
adorn the walls as did silks. And oddly built furniture filled much of the
room, including a large tube one would not expect on a ship – at least not on
any ship Hiccup had ever been on. Even his father’s flag ship was not this
richly decorated and Berk was on the main trade route. This was like some sort
of… “Roman Galleon,” he whispered to himself.
“Ah…as brilliant as always,” Alvin chuckled as he stood from an ornate table
that was loaded with freshly cooked food. He gave a grim smile as the warrior
let Hiccup go. “Thank you, Viggo. I can handle it from here.”
Hiccup glanced at the warrior as he bowed his head to Alvin and then hurried
off, not sparing Hiccup a backward glance. That was a little unnerving and
Hiccup figured that since Alvin didn’t have time to torture him before he would
now. Great, just what he wanted.
“Sit,” Alvin commanded when Hiccup looked back at him. He gestured to an empty
seat across from his.
Hiccup tilted his head and raised a brow, a small smirk lifting his lips.
“Seriously? You’re inviting me to dinner?” he asked, unable to take Alvin
seriously but his stomach grumbled at the sight of the food which was looked
far better than the smoke fish he had shared with Toothless and the few apples
he had found. Still, this was Alvin the Treacherous and he wasn’t about to sit
down and share a meal with an enemy of his people. “Thanks but I think I’m
better off in the hold.”
“Suit yourself,” Alvin purred, sitting down in a throne like chair but he
didn’t call for the Outcast to come back for Hiccup and the youth looked rather
confused.
“So…” Hiccup began, glancing over his shoulder at the door he just came
through. “Do I leave or do I stay?”
“You’re a smart boy. Which is in your better interest?”
It was a trick question. Hiccup bit his lower lip. If he stayed and had dinner
the food could be poisoned but if he left than Alvin might take his anger out
on Toothless and the dragon was already too hurt to protect himself. This
wasn’t like being locked up on Outcast Island when he could trick someone into
letting him go and then use a dragon to escape and find Toothless. This time
Toothless couldn’t fly him to safety. Squaring his shoulders he decided to take
a chance and sat down in the offered seat and waited for Alvin to start eating
before touching his food. The problem with going several days with little food
was that when it was presented before someone they had a bad tendency to eat a
little too much and Hiccup did just that.
Alvin said nothing for a long time, his blue eyes solely on Hiccup as he
watched the boy eat with amusement. He waited until the boy had paused to sip
at his chalice of wine before finally speaking. “Are you enjoying your
accommodations?” he asked with his usual jeer.
It took Hiccup a moment before he could answer. He swallowed the sweet wine, a
blend he wasn’t used to, and the remains of the food in his mouth. Alvin may be
his enemy but there were some manners he just couldn’t ignore no matter how
much he hated someone. “If you mean a crapped hold with a ton of crates than
sure; better than a barren cell with angry snarling dragons as neighbors.”
Alvin chuckled. “I thought you liked dragons.”
“Love them just not when they’re pissed off at certain Outcasts and mistake me
as one,” Hiccup clarified.
That only made Alvin laugh harder. “Ah, but you still escaped. That took a
great deal of cunny. If it weren’t for you temper you made of made it off the
island without the help of your friends.”
A frown marred the boy’s face and he looked away. Yeah, if he didn’t have his
father’s temper he might not be in the situation he was in right now. He poked
at the lobster wondering if Alvin would let him take the remains to Toothless
so that he had something more than the little fish he had been able to eat
through the netting. The thought of his friend all alone in the hold brought
him to stand still. He glanced up at the large man but stopped himself. No, he
wasn’t going to ask this man for any favors, there was always some sort of
catch but the problem was he had already swore to do whatever Alvin wanted in
exchange for Toothless’s life.
“My father will find me,” he suddenly said before he could think better of it.
Alvin didn’t answer. He sipped at his wine as he watched Hiccup, as if sizing
him up. It was something he did quite often when they encountered one another,
as if he still couldn’t believe the number of times Hiccup had out witted him
but this time Hiccup was alone and his dragon was injured and father had no
clue where he was. Hiccup was his to do with as he pleased. He could do
anything and no one would stop him and there were many, many things he wanted
to do with Hiccup, things he had fantasied since discovering just how talented
Hiccup was with dragons and how cunny he was. After all no other ninety-pound
boy could out witted a band of savage warriors and escape unscathed like Hiccup
could. It was an attractive quality to have in a warrior and future chieftain
even if Hiccup was a walking fishbone, all arms and legs and very little meat
on him. Hell Alvin could probably break him in two with his bare hands.
He sat back in his chair and stared at the boy thoughtfully. “I tell you what;
it’s been three days already. If your father manages to find you by the seventh
day I will grant you anything you want, however if he doesn’t then you will do
exactly as I wish, no matter what the request.”
Warning bells went off in Hiccup’s head but it was a rather appealing offer.
“So if he and the riders show up you won’t battle them?”
“No, you’ll be free to go…assuming you can find a way to transport your dragon
safely off the ship.”
Hiccup’s mind raced. “I guess I can use the net. Hookfang or Barf and Belch
could carry him,” he said thoughtfully, sitting back and pulling his knees to
his chest. “No way I can convince you to turn the ship around, is there?”
Alvin gave him a look that clearly said no.
Hiccup shrugged. “Okay, so what do want?”
Alvin studied him a moment longer. “Let’s see if your father finds you first.”
“Am I going to be stuck in the hold the whole time?”
Silence for a minute or two as Alvin contemplated what to do with the boy. “No,
you’ll earn your keep.”
“My keep? Alvin, you kidnapped me. Doesn’t that fall under your
responsibility?”
The man’s eyes narrowed but Hiccup held his glare easily. “Alright. For the
next four days you can have free run. But if your father doesn’t find you then
you’ll become my cabin boy. You’ll clean and help around the ship and other job
I can find for you.”
Hiccup rolled his eyes and gave a snort. “Sure.”
“And Mildew said you would be difficult,” Alvin laughed.
Hiccup just shook his head and glanced out the large windows in the back of the
cabin where he could easily see the moon reflecting off the rippling water
caused by the ship. Otherwise the sea was unusually calm. “Yeah, you haven’t
seen anything yet.”
“Well…get out of line and I’ll treat as I would any of my crew. Ten lashes are
standard for trouble makers,” the Outcast chief warned with a sick smile.
Hiccup’s lips became a thin line and he glared at the man. “Fine. I’ll do what
you say but on one condition…”
“You’re in no place to set conditions, boy,” Alvin reminded him but his smile
grew predatory.
The boy forged ahead nonetheless. “Free Toothless. His wing’s broken. We can’t
fly anywhere so there’s no risk of us escaping.”
Another thoughtful moment passed between them before Alvin finally nodded.
“Alright. I’ll send some men with you to untangle the net and destroy his
harness and saddle.”
“What? No!” Hiccup shouted, jumping out of his chair in anger.
“He can’t fly so you won’t be needing it,” Alvin pointed out, his smiling
growing. He held up his chalice and gave Hiccup a little nod. “It’s that or
leave him tied up for the entire voyage.”
“And just where are we going? Mildew said something about Romans.”
Laughing, Alvin nodded as he took a large swig of his wine. “Aye, that’s
because we’re on our way to Rome. I’m sure your…Toothless?...won’t survive the
month long journey tangled in a net with a broken wing and injured paw eating
scraps so I suggest you do as I say. Everything I say and do it immediately. Do
we have an agreement, lad?”
Hiccup hesitated but he had no other choice. “Yeah…we have an agreement.” He
took Alvin’s hand when he held it out and gave it a shake.
Alvin’s eyed the boy as he shook his hand. Hiccup had four days of freedom and
then, when he discovered that his father wasn’t going to rescue him then he
would belong to Alvin and the boy would be doing far more than training dragons
and Alvin would finally indulge one of his darkest fantasies.
***** Chapter 3 *****
Life As I Knew It 3
It had been four days, four days since Hiccup went missing. Stoick had everyone
scouring Berk in search of him. They searched his favorite haunts, the usual
places he would go when upset and needing to get away from everyone with no
luck. Everyone was growing increasingly worried and Stoick was on the verge of
pulling out his beard in his fear that something horrible had happened to his
child. Stoick was strong willed and rash and stubborn to a fault much like
Stoick himself but he normally wasn’t so foolish…with the exception of trying
to find the Isle of Night with only Toothless and no backup. It worried him to
no end that the boy had once again disobeyed orders and went on patrol by
himself and that something may have happened over the open sea. Perhaps an
Outcast attack or some wild dragon that mistook Hiccup and Toothless for food
or Berserkers out for a dragon hunt and not noticed Toothless had a rider.
Every horrible possibility invaded Stoick’s mind until he mounted Thornado and
decided to check out his first fear. With the riders he flew to Outcast Island
and took up positions to spy on them to see if they had taken his boy and while
nothing unusual happened Stoick could not sit still for long. He went down and
cornered Savage the moment Alvin’s second in command was alone.
He startled the younger man when he came out of the shadows, leaving the dragon
riders at their positions. He didn’t say anything at first, just grabbed the
Outcast by his throat and threw him up against a rock wall and tightened his
grip. “Where’s my boy?” he snarled, his face only an inch from Savage’s.
The smaller man struggled for a moment, his finger nails digging into Stoick’s
wrist. “Don’t know,” he spat.
“Don’t lie to me.”
“I don’t know!” Savage gurgled when Stoick’s grip only tightened more. His face
was turning an interesting shade of red and if Stoick wasn’t so worried about
his son he may have taken a moment to study the man but he threw him aside
instead.
“Tell Alvin if I don’t find my son I’ll be back and I’ll tear this island apart
to find him,” he warned before gathering the other riders and heading toward
Berserk Island in hopes that maybe Dagur the Deranged had taken Hiccup. While
it wasn’t the best scenario – Dagur was a dragon hunter and would happily kill
Toothless without a second thought and might throw Hiccup in the stockades for
lying to him about Berk training dragon – it was the only other place he could
think of right off the bat. But he decided it best to split the riders in half
for the sheer fact that he didn’t want to appear as a threat to the Berserkers
and start an unwanted war. He sent Astrid and the twins to search Dragon Island
for a second time in case they missed something. It wouldn’t be the first time
Hiccup and Toothless decided to search the caves but they usually were only
gone one day, two at most.
Normally Stoick would have found a diplomatic way to announce to the other
tribes that yes, Berk was training dragons. Tribes like the Bog-Burglars and
Visithugs already knew since they were some of the friendly tribes to the
Hooligans but he was still searching for an easy way that wouldn’t bring war
with the Berserkers, Meatheads and Murderous tribes. They lived on war and
looked for every excuse to start one but Stoick had little other choice; he
needed to find Hiccup. Something very bad was happening to his boy, he could
feel it in his gut.
“DRAGON ATTACK!” came the cry as horns were blown in alarm. Warriors began
running about but Stoick ignored them as Thornado flew up to the dragon killing
arena to see if maybe Toothless was somewhere inside but other than a changed
Whispering Death the arena was empty so he steered his faithful dragon back
toward the large village and landed in the plaza where a rather surprised and
eager Dagur and his troops were waiting to battle the three Berk dragons.
The young chieftain dropped his axe in astonishment as Stoick jumped off
Thornado’s back to stand before him. Bright green eyes grew wide as he looked
from the Thunderdrum to Stoick and back and then back again. “Berk does train
dragons,” he whispered before frowning and growing angry. “You lied to me!”
Well that pretty much meant “no, Hiccup’s not here” and Stoick sighed, wanting
to bash his head off something for revealing Berk’s secret in such a way. “Yes,
Dagur, we train dragons.”
“But…you lied,” the young man insisted, gesturing wildly at Thornado, Hookfang
and Meatlug, the other two riders staying mounted on their dragons should
things go south as they were quickly appearing to go. “To me?”
Stoick rubbed between his brows. “I apologize and I will explain later but
right now Hiccup is missing…”
“Why?” Dagur insisted, unable to get past the fact that what was supposed to be
the Berserker’s sister tribe would ever lie to him.
“Dagur, focus. I need your help. Have you seen Hiccup?”
“Why would I see Hiccup?” Dagur snapped, not liking the fact that Stoick was
changing the subject. There were three dragons standing right before him with
people on their backs as if they were domesticated horses or some such
nonsense. His eyes widened again. “Hiccup rides a dragon, too?” he asked, and a
ping of jealousy hit him.
Okay, strangling answers from Outcasts might have been easier. “Yes, a
Nightfury named Toothless. They’ve gone missing and…”
“He lied to me!”
“DAGUR!”
The youth jumped in surprise, not used to being yelled at since becoming chief.
“What?” he shot back.
Stoick waited. Getting into a fight with Dagur was not a good thing considering
they were surrounded by Berserker warriors. Once Dagur seemed calm and more
focus he tried again. “Have you seen Hiccup or a black Nightfury in the last
few days?”
Dagur glanced at the dragons, an angry frown on his face but it melted away as
he realized what Stoick was telling him. “No. I haven’t seen Hiccup. Wait, he
flies a Nightfury? The Nightfury from the attack when I last visited Berk?”
Stoick sighed and slowly counted to ten in his head as Gobber often reminded
him too when it came to Dagur. “Yes, the one from the dragon attack.”
“He tamed it?” Dagur asked, astonished that his young counterpart could
accomplish such a feat.
The elder chief tried to keep his calm. Dagur obviously didn’t understand that
Hiccup and Toothless were friends because the boy was suddenly excited.
“He captured it? The lot of you captured those dragons and managed to train
them?” the young chief began laughing. “Who would have thought Hiccup could do
such a thing? I haven’t stopped thinking about him. I was afraid it killed him
and here he somehow trained it. So is it true about Red Death then?”
“Yes…Dagur, I need you to focus. Hiccup and Toothless are missing…”
“I was going to go to Dragon Island to learn about dragons too,” Dagur went on
excitedly. “I wanted to conquer them like Hiccup, you know get in their heads
and…”
Stoick grabbed the boy’s arms and made him stand still. Not a smart move
usually but in this case it worked. “Dagur, they’re missing. My son is gone.
Have you seen him?”
Dagur frowned, glaring down at the large hands on his arms then back up at
Stoick. “Let go.”
“Focus,” Stoick countered, silently wishing he had beheaded the boy back on
Berk. He let out his breath and tried to keep calm. “We can’t find Hiccup
anywhere. I doubt he would come here but he was mad at me and fly off. Do you
have any idea where he might go?”
It was then the seriousness of the situation hit Dagur and his astonishment of
dragon riders faded. “No. If I saw a Nightfury in Berserker territory I would
have hunted it down and killed it then thrown Hiccup in the stockades or wrung
his neck for lying.”
While the idea angered Stoick he nodded. That reaction would have been
understandable. “Alright,” he said, letting Dagur go. He turned away and
quickly mounted Thornado once more.
“Perhaps he went to see Camicazi,” Dagur said thoughtfully, talking more to
himself then Stoick. He blinked and looked up, as if just remembering there
were three dragons standing in the center of his village. “Of course you know
the treaty is now null and void because you lied about training dragons.” He
gestured toward his warriors – well over two hundred armed men and women – who
cocked their crossbows that were all aimed at the three riders. “Maybe we
should talk about it, hmm?” He gave a big smile.
“Sir?” Fishlegs asked, his fingers tightening on Meatlug’s saddle.
“Oh for Thor’s sake!” Snotlout snapped with a low growl. “Hookfang.”
The Monstrous Nightmare lit up in flames that caused the Berserkers to jump
back in fear. Then Hookfang shot a ring of fire around his fellow dragons and
their riders, forcing the warriors back and while they were in a panic the
three took off with only a few arrows being shot at them and none making their
mark. Stoick gave his nephew a small smirk. While the boy was often reckless he
had his good moments and this just so happened to be one of them.
“This isn’t over, Stoick!” Dagur yelled after him. “If I find Hiccup and his
Nightfury first that dragon’s head is going to serve as my helmet!”
But whether or not the older chief heard him he wasn’t sure and he gestured for
his warriors to stop firing at the retreating dragons. They were out of range
and the warriors were only wasting arrows. He folded his arms across his chest
as he watched Stoick fly off, a strange longing filling him as he day-dreamed
of flying off into the blue yonder as well. He inhaled deeply to calm himself.
So little Hiccup was off somewhere with that Nightfury that attacked him a few
months ago. He didn’t understand why the young heir would fly off by himself
and without some sort of entourage unless he was dragon hunting which until
that “dragon attack” a few months back Dagur never would have thought Hiccup
would do. He wasn’t lying when he said he couldn’t stop thinking about Hiccup.
Perhaps he should go out and look for Hiccup as well. If he caught the Hooligan
heir and his pet Nightfury he could dictate a new peace treaty and maybe have
Hiccup train an army of dragons for him.
. . .
Far from both Stoick and Dagur, Hiccup knelt before Toothless as three Outcasts
carefully untangled the net. None of them wanted to cut the net if it wasn’t
necessary but when Toothless began thrashing about they gave up. Of course the
dragon panicked even more when the men pulled out their knives and it took
everything Hiccup had to try and keep him calm. He tried keeping Toothless’s
attention focused solely on him but as his injured wing and paw was bumped it
became next to impossible. He had to wrap his arms around his friend’s jaws to
hold them shut as the rope was hurriedly cut away. Once it was the dragon leapt
to his feet, his wings flaring – one at a horrible angle – before he gave a
pain filled cry and fell to his side, Hiccup falling with him. The boy
scrambled out from under him before the dragon rolled on top of him to get off
his injured paw.
“Okay, bud…it’s okay. Relax. There we go,” Hiccup cooed, running his hand over
Toothless’s frills and rubbing his head against the dragon’s. “Shh…I know it
hurts. I’m sorry. I’m going to put a splint on your wing, okay. You have to
stay still. Then I’ll work on your paw, okay? Just stay still, bud.”
He glanced up at the men but only one Outcast remained and he held out the two
thin wooden splints he had made for Hiccup to use with Toothless. Hiccup
happily took them and with the man’s holding Toothless’s wing still, put them
in place. Securing the wood was the next challenge as the wing itself was in
the way and they couldn’t simply tie the wood to the bone. Hiccup sat back on
his heels and frowned as he tried to think of a way to secure the splint.
“How about metal clamps?” the Outcast suggested, squatting down next to him.
Hiccup gave him a sideways look. “Clamps?”
The man nodded and pointed to Toothless’s wing. “One here near the base and one
here just before the elbow that way we can pin the whole thing to his body
while it heals and he doesn’t bang it. Otherwise we’d have to stretch the whole
wing out and he’ll be banging it every time he turns around.”
The boy worried his lip as he took the suggestion into consideration.
“We can cushion it with fur so there’s no damage to the wing itself,” the man
continued. He gave Hiccup a small smile. “I’ve dealt with breaks before.”
“Okay,” Hiccup agreed.
The Outcast patted his shoulder before heading to the stern of the ship to
gather the required items. Toothless gave a whine and rested his massive head
on Hiccup’s lap, his wing hanging limply at his side. Hiccup hated seeing his
friend so distraught and in such pain but he wasn’t going to put him down like
a number of the Outcasts were demanding. He was never so thankful that Alvin
was on his side on the matter. He continued patting Toothless’s head, assuring
him that everything was going to be alright, that his Dad would find them and
they would be home in a few more days. He hummed softly, an old lullaby his Dad
would hum when he was small and scared.
When the material was gathered he and the Outcast, Viggo he learned later,
worked endlessly to brace the broken bone so that it would heal properly before
binding it to Toothless’s side. Toothless was not a happy dragon and kept
trying to undo the wrapping. He managed to do so once or twice but the threat
of a muzzle from Alvin made him stop and grumble and pretty much sulk that
first day until he was allowed up on deck where he got his first rays of
sunshine since being placed in the hold. Of course he tried opening his bad
wing several times, wanting Hiccup to climb on his back so they could fly away
but even if his wing and paw wasn’t injured he couldn’t. The Outcasts stripped
off his saddle, harness and prosthetic tail. Hiccup objected but Alvin wasn’t
taking any chances and had it thorn overboard.
“Be happy I’m not taking your prosthetic,” Alvin growled grabbing the boy’s arm
when he tried to stop Viggo from throwing the whole contraption away. “Even if
your father does find you he can’t fly. And you can always build him a new
one.”
Hiccup glared at him, his hands balling into fists but he said nothing when
Alvin let him go. He stormed away to be with Toothless and tried to come up
with a way to escape. Flying was out of the question even if they had the
saddle, harness and prosthetic tail. Hopefully the riders weren’t too fair
away.
***** Chapter 4 *****
Life As I Knew It 4
The days passed slowly and at first Hiccup did his best to simply stay out of
everyone’s way. He and Toothless would climb the main mast up to the crow’s
nest and spend much of the day there where he thought it was safest for them
both. Out of sight out of mind sort of thing and even tried to ignore their
hunger when lunch or dinner came about. Most of the Outcasts didn’t even want
them there and would grumble and curse whenever they went to the galley to eat
so it was best to keep their distance. Hiccup kept the men’s disgruntle
attitude to himself, after all he and Toothless were the enemy and they had a
right not to like the fact they were there. Besides the last thing he needed
was Alvin in a huff with something that could easily be solved by simply
avoiding the men and not giving them reason to cause trouble. So he and
Toothless stayed hidden in the crow’s nest watching the skies and waited for a
sign, any sign, that Stoick and the dragon riders had found them and only went
down when it was late at night and Viggo had climbed up to remind him it was
safer if they slept in the hold rather than the crow nest. If it weren’t true
Hiccup would have spent all his time there.
They had made the crow’s nest into an almost real nest lined with furs and food
Hiccup had squirrelled away, many apples, stale bread and a few fish that they
had to make last. Alvin tried endlessly to get Hiccup to dine with him but
after that first time Hiccup was determined to prove the man wrong and show him
that his father would indeed find them before the end of the week but as the
days dragged on his hope began to fade.
The weather warmed as they travelled south and Hiccup began to wonder exactly
where they were. He no longer recognized the islands they passed. Soon one
island became another until they were well outside the Archipelago and in open
ocean then there was nothing but water. Despair filled the youth as he leaned
back against the mound of furs and closed his eyes. He was wrong. His Dad
wasn’t coming for them. Maybe he didn’t even care that he was gone. He probably
thought he ran away and named Snotlout his new heir. Hiccup quickly shook his
head. He couldn’t think that way. He had to hold on to hope. But it was hard
after waiting so long. Resting his head against the sloped wall of the crow’s
nest he dosed off, the warm of the sun and furs lulling him to sleep.
As always Toothless on the cross beam of the mast and watched over him. His
greengage eyes looked over the horizon with growing worry as the sky darkened.
The weather was about to take a turn of the worse and the Nightfury’s sensitive
hearing could hear the distant rumble of thunder. He glanced down at his
exhausted rider. Hiccup had barely slept the last few days and desperately
needed his rest but up here was not a safe place. He tried gently nudging
Hiccup’s head but the boy only murmured in his sleep and pushed him away. No,
there was no waking him right now. Toothless would have to wait and hope that
he could get his boy down before the storm hit but just to be safe he balanced
his weight on the edge of the crow’s nest and opened his good so that it formed
a shelter of Hiccup’s head. There he kept an eye on the approaching storm.
. . .
“Where’s the boy?” Alvin asked as he stepped onto the deck. The ship had begun
listing a few minutes earlier and a rumble of thunder had alerted him of the
storm they were about to sail into otherwise he would have continued studying
his maps to find the quickest route to Rome that would not bring them through
enemy territory. However when the boat began to rock his worry for Hiccup
surfaced. The kid had been hiding out in the crow’s nest for days now and was
most likely up there right that moment either oblivious to the danger they were
heading into or too stubborn to get to the safety of the hold.
Xavier was adjusting the rigging when Alvin stomped out of his cabin. He
gestured up the main mast to the barely noticeable black form up above. “Where
else?” he answered with an annoyed grumble. He was one of the ones who voted to
have the Nightfury put down due to the broken wing and was not too happy with
the fact they had to share their food with it. A teenage boy was one thing, he
had his uses, but a growing dragon meant their food supply would run out much
sooner and they were already getting low.
Another clap of thunder sounded and the ship bounced on a particularly large
wave, listing dangerously to one side. “Hiccup!” Alvin yelled as soon as the
rumbling stopped for a moment of two. “Hiccup, get down here!” He saw the black
form of the Nightfury shift, his tail wagging in response but there was no
answer from Hiccup. There was little that made Alvin worry but seeing that
Nightfury way up there and knowing the Hooligan heir was there was well made
something in him snap and he grabbed the rigging from Xavier in order to shimmy
up and retrieve the boy himself. He was thrown off when the ship list in the
other direction, threatening to overturn.
. . .
Hiccup awoke with a start and the sense of vertigo. A flash of lightning made
him gasp and press against the wall of the crow’s nest. Rain poured down and if
it weren’t for Toothless’s wing over his head he would have been soaked
through. “Toothless?” he whispered. They were no in a good place for a
lightning storm and after being struck by lightning once Hiccup did not want to
experience the sensation again.
His dragon lowered his large head for Hiccup to climb up on his back which the
youth did immediately. In the distance Hiccup could swear he heard his name
being called and it gave him pause. He looked around frantically, his hope
renewed. There…in the flash of another bolt of lightning was a Thunderdrum.
Excitement filled him and he hugged Toothless’s sides with his knees as he
waved his arms. “DAD!” he yelled, hoping his father would see him through the
storm. “Toothless, plasma blast. Toothless?”
Toothless looked down at the deck. He hesitated a moment. Hiccup wasn’t holding
on properly so he couldn’t just jump down. He frowned in consideration. The
storm was only getting worse and the Outcasts were trying to steer the ship
into the waves to avoid it overturning. He growled lowly, trying to get his
rider to hold on but Hiccup was distracted by the approaching Thunderdrum.
Annoyed he fired a plasma blast into the sky, hoping that would make Hiccup
happy and get him to hold on.
Disappointment filled Hiccup when the Thunderdrum altered course to avoid the
blast, revealing that there was no rider which meant no Stoick. His shoulders
fell and his hands went to Toothless’s ears. “No…” he whispered sadly but he
didn’t have time to morn long. A large wave hit the bow as the ship turn and it
lifted it high, listing so badly that mast nearly touched another approaching
wave and Toothless and Hiccup was thrown toward the ocean. The ship righted at
the last possible second and rather than hit water he landed in someone’s arms
while Toothless fought with his one good wing to land on his feet without
upsetting his injuries. He was only halfway successful and managed to limp to
Hiccup who was in Alvin’s arms and looking a little out of sorts.
“Anchor the hatches and get to cover!” Alvin yelled to the crew over the raging
storm. When Hiccup tried to pull away he grabbed the boy’s arm and steered him
toward the safety of his cabin, of course Hiccup was not one to go easily and
Alvin had to give him a shake. “Enough!” he snapped, rain drenching them both
and if it weren’t for his helmet his hair would have been in his face much like
Hiccup’s was. “He’s not coming!”
“He’s coming!” Hiccup insisted but he didn’t sound quite as convincing as it
had days earlier. He glared up at Alvin, trying to remain defiant as ever but
feeling his world falling apart. “He’ll come.”
Alvin only frowned and dragged him by the arm into his cabin. He stopped short
when Toothless tried to follow them inside. “Oh no, I draw the line at wet
teenagers. I’ll not have a wet dragon in my quarters,” he growled warningly at
the Nightfury.
Toothless glanced from the Outcast chief to Hiccup pleading.
Hiccup hugged himself, suddenly cold and shaky after being caught in the storm.
“He’ll be no trouble,” he said, his voice oddly small and pleading. “Just a few
minutes and then we’ll go to the hold.”
The man pursed his lips in consideration. This might be his chance to woo
Hiccup to his way of thinking and he did have more than enough room. He gave a
sigh feeling rather put out by allowing such an inconvenience. “Fine but he
causes any trouble I’m taking it out on you.”
The boy only shrugged slim shoulders.
The shivers were only getting worse and Alvin wasn’t so certain if it was due
to the cold rain or his disappointment that his father and friends hadn’t come
to save him and the dragon yet. Alvin decided it best to play a good host
rather than taunt him in losing the bet. He took a heavy terry cloth towel that
he had stored in an old trunk and wrapped it around Hiccup. He placed a second
on the table. “Strip,” he ordered gruffly.
“Excuse me?” Hiccup asked in surprise, his eyes narrowing in suspicion.
“You’re soaked to the bone. Strip and dry off. I’ll find you something to
wear,” he explained as searched another trunk, allowing Hiccup a little
privacy. He pulled out an old tunic that he had not worn since his days in
Rome. It would still be far too big for Hiccup but it was the smallest thing he
owned.
He waited until there was a pile of clothes next to Hiccup’s feet before
handing the tunic to him. The boy held the towel tightly around his small frame
as he reached for it and Alvin was almost tempted to pull towel away. He busied
himself instead as he waited for Hiccup to dress. There was a cot already
placed in one corner for Hiccup to sleep even though the boy seemed to prefer
to sleep in the hold with his dragon. He placed an extra blanket on it and
another fur just to be safe. They may be in warmer weather but the ocean was
one mistress that changed as quickly as a heartbeat. He wasn’t going to take
the chance of Hiccup falling ill.
When the boy was changed Alvin had to hold back a laugh. The tunic was indeed
too big and hung to just above his knobby knee looking more like a dress than a
shirt, like a little boy playing dress up in his father’s clothes. That was a
bad thought but it was still amusing and Hiccup did have rather shapely
legs…well one and a half. And the way he hugged himself nervously was quite
adorable and a little arousing. Alright, very arousing but Alvin was trying to
hold himself in check. He had plans for Hiccup but things weren’t just right
yet.
“Thanks,” Hiccup said, rubbing one arm. “But you don’t have to do this. We can
just sleep in the hold.”
Alvin sat down in his throne and pulled Hiccup to him until the youth stood
between his legs. “Let’s get one thing straight, boy. I’m not doing this out of
any silly act of kindness. I won our bet therefore you are now my cabin boy.
That means you now sleep here and will keep it clean.”
Hiccup shook his head in denial. “What? No, seven days isn’t up yet. He’ll
come…”
“Hiccup…” Alvin purred brushing the boy’s wet hair out of his face. “Your
father isn’t coming, lad. You have to accept that.”
He continued shaking his head, refusing to believe that. “But…” Tears stung his
eyes at the thought that Alvin was right.
“He’s not coming,” Alvin repeated, keeping his touch gentle. “This isn’t like
on Outcast Island. We’re always in motion. Perhaps he is out there searching
for you but he may have simply given up. Remember, Hiccup, he has another heir
should anything happen to you. If he lost hope in finding you he will replace
you.”
“No!” Hiccup yelled trying to pull away but the tears were falling freely now
and the fight was nearly out of him. “He would never…he wouldn’t…Snotlout isn’t
chief material…I…I…” He stopped fighting and looked horrified at the very
possibility. When he was younger, before the dragons Snotlout had a real chance
at being the next chief because no one, not even his own father, thought Hiccup
could do it. What if Snotlout did replace him?
“You don’t need to be tied down to that little island and those silly people,
Hiccup. You can be free. You can travel the world and learn about every dragon
that ever existed,” Alvin continued, his voice seductive as he whispered of a
future where Hiccup could be whoever he wanted to be.
Hiccup listened, his curiosity and sorrow getting the best of him. He didn’t
eat when Alvin offered him dinner, the storm and his emotions already making
his stomach far too upset to hold anything down. Toothless happily ate for him.
Instead he waited until Alvin to check on the captain and their progress
through the storm before searching for a weapon – any blade would do. He found
one buried at the bottom of the trunk at the foot of Alvin’s bed and tucked it
under the pillow on the cot then fell into a dreamless sleep on the cot with
Toothless curled up on the floor next to him. He lied on his belly with an arm
flung out over the dragon’s wide neck. That night he fell into such a deep
sleep that nothing…nothing could wake him up, not even Alvin when he returned
not long later.
Alvin wasn’t surprised when he found Hiccup out cold on the cot or the fact
that the dragon was lying next to him also sound asleep. Given the storm, their
longing to go home and the lack of sleep the two had since being captured it
was only a matter of time before exhaustion took its hold and forced the duo to
sleep. With luck Hiccup would come to accept the fact that Stoick was not going
to find him and may not be even looking. Once the boy came to accept that then
it would be so much easier to mode him in his image and make him his. Moving
around the Nightfury carefully he adjusted the blanket around Hiccup shoulders.
He paused as he tucked the blanket around the youth’s legs and pulled them
back. He did this for two reasons. Firstly, his bad leg was a little red where
the prosthetic was connected and he concluded that Hiccup had been neglecting
it in his capture, as if trying to be ready for a rescue at any moment.
Secondly, the boy really did have shapely legs. Alvin ran his hand down the
good one and smiled happily. For someone so small and scrawny Hiccup had
beautifully tone legs that must have been due to riding his dragon and having
to hold on so tightly. Such legs were perfect for what Alvin had planned for
the boy. He had particular tastes when it came to choosing a sexual partner and
Hiccup was measuring up nicely.
Hiccup murmured softly in his sleep and shifted in his sleep.
It took considerable will power to not going any further. He moved from
Hiccup’s good leg to his bad one. It took a few minutes to figure out the
straps but once he did he quickly removed the prosthetic and placed it aside so
the boy could easily find it. Then he removed the wrapping and set it aside as
well. The scar tissue took Alvin by surprise. He had seen numerous men and
women with missing limbs and even a few children but it never ceased to amaze
him how one moment someone could have a fully functioning limb and the next it
could be gone and replaced but some sort of wooden contraption. Hiccup was
luckier than many having lost his leg below the knee. At least he could still
run and have a reasonably normal life. Alvin massaged the stump a little,
curious as to how sensitive it was. He knew a few who’s stumps were so
sensitive that it aroused them. If Hiccup was lying on his back he might have
experimented a little more but he was tired as well and with the ship sailing
through a storm he was in for a long night. He would have to wait until a
better opportunity presented itself. For now he had work to do.
***** Chapter 5 *****
Life As I Knew It 5
It was hours before the storm passed and was it did Alvin was tired to the bone
and only wanted to sleep. He took a moment to check on Hiccup and the
Nightfury. Both were still sound asleep so Alvin dismissed them and headed for
his own bed. He stripped off his soiled clothing and crawled under the covers
intent on getting a few hours rest before Hiccup woke up. Well that was the
plan at least and for maybe an hour of so he got what he wanted but the tell-
tale clicking of a metal foot pulled him out of his sleep. He should have
thrown the blasted prosthetic overboard.
“Go to sleep,” he grumbled, pressing his face into the pillow. He relaxed a
moment later when the room went silent.
Hiccup froze only a foot or so away from Alvin’s bed, the dagger clenched
tightly in his hands. He took a few deep breaths. He felt as he did the day he
met Toothless when the dragon was tangled in the ropes of the bola he launch at
him what felt like a life time ago. His chest heaved as he held the dagger up
over Alvin’s slumbering form. He could do this. He could kill Alvin and then
steal a row boat and he and Toothless could escape. They couldn’t row all the
way back to Berk, he wasn’t fool enough to think that, but they might be able
to make it to a nearby island where they could find help or at least a safe
place for Toothless to heal then he could rebuild the prosthetic tail and work
out a way to get home. All he had to do was rid the world of Alvin the
Treacherous.
He raised the knife high above his head, ready to bring it down in Alvin’s back
but his hands began to tremble much as it had when he tried to kill Toothless.
Biting his lip he tried to steel himself but like before he couldn’t do it. He
might hate Alvin with his very being but he couldn’t kill the man. He wasn’t a
killer. He sighed as he lowered the dagger. What were they going to do? How
were they going to escape?
Just as he lowered the blade a hand came up, grabbing his wrist and before he
knew what was going on he was lifted off his feet and thrown on the bed with
Alvin suddenly on top of him. It happened so fast Hiccup didn’t get so much as
a yelp in surprise out. The dagger that was previously in his hand was now
pressed to his throat.
Toothless gave a snarl of outrage but he couldn’t fire a single plasma shot
without potentially hurting Hiccup. Nonetheless he snarled in warning hoping
that he was enough of a threat to make the man let Hiccup go. Sadly that wasn’t
about to happen.
“Trying to kill me with me own knife?” Alvin asked in a gruff purr that still
held the edges of sleep in it. He glared down at Hiccup but it wasn’t so much
in anger as it was astonishment that the boy had even thought to try killing
him. He was rather proud of Hiccup and the fact that the boy had been willing
to go to such lengths. “You’re not as smart as you look, are you? You shouldn’t
have hesitated.”
Hiccup’s face went from scared to stony. “Let me go,” he growled angrily,
trying to push free.
Alvin buried the dagger in the wall above Hiccup’s head, scaring the boy then
took both his wrists in his right hand and pinned them above his head. Hiccup
struggled for a few seconds but froze in sudden fear when Alvin’s left hand ran
down his arm to his side and down to his hip until it came to the end of the
oversize tunic where he came to bare flesh. “You have bit of a Terrible Terror
in you, don’t you, boy?” Alvin purred gruffly.
Hiccup’s eyes widened to the size of saucers as Alvin’s hand began travelling
up under the shirt to stroke his hip and then back down. Up and down as if
caressing a lover. “Stop,” Hiccup pleaded. He was shaking like a leaf now. He
may be a virgin but he wasn’t dumb, he knew what Alvin was going to try to do.
“Toothless…”
“If he shoots you’ll be dead before I am,” Alvin warned.
“Better dead than your victim,” Hiccup argued.
Alvin smirked. “Are you sure?”
Hiccup gasped as that searching hand pushed up the tunic up over his belly
revealing his nether region. Alvin leaned on his right side to look the boy
over. Hiccup was literally all legs and they were such wonderful legs. The man
stroked the right one a little more as he eyed the boy’s cock. It was average
size, only five inches or so, but it was already stirring at the attention he
was giving Hiccup. His hand slid up Hiccup’s thigh to the juncture between his
legs and then ran his fingers over his ball sack.
Hiccup closed his eyes as those callused fingers groped him. “Please…please
stop,” he whimpered as his belly twisted with the beginning of arousal. His
breath hitched the closer Alvin’s hand came to his manhood. He began struggling
even more. “Alright…alright! I’m sorry!” he cried, hoping the man was in a
forgiving mood and this was all a scare tactic to make him behave.
Alvin only hummed and took Hiccup’s length in his hand. It brought a sob from
the boy and made him still but Alvin didn’t really care about that. His focus
was entirely on the small prick in his hand. He ran his fingers up and down the
length, slowly coaxing it to hardness. “Has anyone ever touched you before?” he
asked, his voice oddly soft as his thumb ran over the head of Hiccup’s cock
where pre-cum was beginning to bead. When Hiccup didn’t answer he glanced up at
the boy with a raised brow. “Are you a virgin?” The youth was breathing rapidly
and it was really all the answer Alvin needed. He tut-tutted as he continued
giving the boy a hand job. “You’re the future chief of your tribe and you don’t
have some pretty lass doing this for you? It’s always better when someone else
jerks you off or gives head. What about that pretty little blonde? Astrid, I
believe. I’ve often imagined her head between my legs…”
“Don’t talk about her like that!” Hiccup snapped, thrashing about as if he
could break free. He stopped when Alvin squeezed his length painfully and gave
a little whimper.
“You do like her,” Alvin chuckled, loosening his grip. He ran his fingers down
the boy’s length to his balls and rolled them in his hands. His voice lowered
as he leaned close to Hiccup’s ear. “Don’t tell me you’ve never imagined her
doing this to you…her warm mouth around your weeping cock and suckling nice and
hard.
Hiccup whimpered. He had dreamt of that many times. Hell what boy on Berk
didn’t dream of Astrid? “Please…” he whispered, no longer sure if he wanted
Alvin to stop or keep going. His belly twisted as heat began to build in his
groin. Alvin was right about one thing this was better than when he jerked
himself off.
Alvin was breathing a little hard as well. He had wanted to do this to Hiccup
for a while but the timing was not exactly to his liking. He wanted to seduce
Hiccup, to make the boy come to him for his every need. He wanted to make
Hiccup his in every way and while he had planned to wait a few days he supposed
this was as good a time as any. He smiled softly as Hiccup moaned and nuzzled
the boy’s ear. “We have a long voyage ahead of us, Hiccup,” he purred. “It
doesn’t have to be all bad. I can make you feel good. All you have to do is
give in and let me touch you.”
Hiccup couldn’t concentrate on what Alvin was saying. His mind had turned to
mush with the increasing pleasure. His hips moved of their own accord as he
pushed himself into Alvin’s hand. He couldn’t understand why this felt so good
or how Alvin of all people could make him possibly want more. Another moan
escaped him and he was sure he would cum at any moment. Then Alvin did
something Hiccup had feared he might and began teasing the tight ring of his
ass. “No!” he cried when a finger began pushing in. He tried pulling away but
his wrists were still pinned above his head and there was no escape.
“Relax…” Alvin advised, pressing his lips to Hiccup’s temple as he continued
pushing his finger in to the boy’s tight hot hole. He only went a knuckle deep,
just far enough to press Hiccup’s prostate and make him cry out again. “There
we go. Just relax and take it. Good boy. That’s right. You like that don’t
you?” He pumped his finger in and out of Hiccup making sure to hit his sweet
spot each time as his thumbed the bass of his balls.
Then it happened. Hiccup’s whole body tightened. The toes of his good foot
curled and his back arched into a perfect bow as the cords of his neck seemed
to bulge. The muscles in his ass rippled around Alvin’s finger before
tightening painfully. Then he cried out loudly, his seed spurting out of him in
a steady sticky stream. Alvin moved his fingers from Hiccup’s ass and pumped
his cock until there was no more cum left and the boy lay boneless next to him,
his eyes wide and chest heaving. Then and only then did Alvin let go of
Hiccup’s wrists.
It took a few minutes for Hiccup to catch his breath but once he realized Alvin
wasn’t going to go any further. He scrambled back against the headboard next to
the knife and pulled his knees to his chest as he stared at Alvin with wide
frightened eyes. “Wha…Why?” he demanded, gesturing wildly before hugging his
knees and looking completely lost as he tried to make sense of what happened.
Alvin only laughed and leaned in close to brush his lips across Hiccup’s ear.
“That was just a small taste of what I can give you. If you want to experience
something even better then you simply need ask.” Not waiting for an answer he
got out of bed, grabbed his clothing and headed for the latrine. As much as he
wanted to fuck Hiccup senseless he would wait until the time was right. Then he
would take Hiccup’s virginity and truly make the boy his. Ah but he had a plan
now. Hiccup was a young man who just had his first introduction to sex.
Curiosity was a natural reaction. Soon Hiccup would come to him. If there was
one thing he knew about young men, especially the Haddock men, was that they
thrived on new sensations. But for now Alvin had to relieve the tension in his
loins.
Locking the door he took his aching cock in his hand and pulled on his length
to the fantasy of Hiccup kneeling before him hungrily sucking it, looking
wonton and whorish as his bright green eyes looked up at him in wanting. Oh it
was a wonderful fantasy and soon, soon it will be the real Hiccup kneeling
before him.
Toothless laid his head next to Hiccup foot with a questioning grumble as if
asking if his rider was alright. He had never seen Hiccup so flustered, nor had
he ever heard Hiccup cry the way he did but he could smell the sex wafting off
the boy. Alvin had made his boy cum something Hiccup usually did to himself and
it looked as if that experience had frightened his boy. He nosed Hiccup’s knee,
hoping to bring him out of whatever trance he had put himself under.
They boy blinked and glanced down at Toothless. “What just happened?” he
whispered to his friend, completely confused by what just happened. He adjusted
the tunic so that it covered every inch of him including his knees feeling
rather exposed after what had just happened. He needed more layers or something
to protect him yet at the same time he couldn’t deny that what Alvin did made
him feel good. Maybe that was what scared him more, not so much what Alvin did
but the way it made him feel?
He jumped what Alvin came out of the latrine fully dressed and booted feet
thumping against the floor. “Get dressed,” Alvin ordered as if nothing had just
happened. “You’ll be helping the cook today. I’ll find other duties for you
after.” He tossed Hiccup’s dried clothes to him then stomped out of the room.
Hiccup hugged his clothes to him for a moment, still very confused. Then,
slowly, he got off the bed and got dressed, his mind still a jumble of
confusion and the only comfort being Toothless at his side.
***** Chapter 6 *****
Life As I Knew It 6
Confusion ate at Hiccup for days to come. Alvin never made another move, didn’t
even hint at anything sexual. Maybe it was because of how busy things were on
the ship. In fact things had become rather chaotic after that first week. Many
of the Outcasts had believed Stoick would rescue Hiccup and Toothless before
that seventh day and were rather angry when he didn’t. This confused Hiccup at
first because why in the world would they ever root for their enemy but as he
quickly discovered the vast majority of the crew didn’t want to go to Rome any
more than he did. In fact a large number of them were utterly terrified that
they now had to.
“This is your fault!” snarled a large man with wild eyes full of rage and
madness as Hiccup splashed murky seawater along the deck. Mopping in Gobber’s
forge after a long day at work was far easier than mopping the deck of a ship
and even with Toothless’s help it was hard work and the water had to be changed
every few minutes.
Hiccup had been lost in his own thoughts and trying to understand why Alvin had
done what he done when the large Outcast grabbed him by the arm and slammed him
into the closet mast, knocking the breath out of him. Toothless gave a growl
and went to defend him but two other large burly men tackled him to the ground
and held him there.
“No!” Hiccup yelled as one of the men put his full wait on Toothless’s bad
wing. He didn’t say any more as the man holding him grabbed his throat and
lifted him up off his feet and began squeezing the life out of him while a yet
another man went to help hold Toothless down.
“Thomas, let him go!” Viggo yelled from across the deck. He and Eryk dropped
what they were doing to run to Hiccup’s aid but when the larger man brandished
his sword the two paused in hopes of talking him down. “This isn’t his fault,
Thomas. You think he did all this on purpose?” Viggo said, gesturing toward the
ship and the direction they were going. “Come on, he’s just a kid with an
injured dragon.”
Thomas would have none of it. He glared from Hiccup to Viggo with such hatred
that it scared the other men. “Really? Do you think we’d be going to Rome if it
wasn’t for him? This whole voyage is for him…for whatever sick fantasies Alvin
has of doing with him. I was willing to go along because Stoick would most
likely find him in only a few days but he and his riders didn’t come. Either
Savage managed to keep his mouth shut or the man simply doesn’t care enough
about his own child. I say we throw him and his dragon overboard and end home.”
“Oh and you think Alvin’s just going to let you walk away afterwards? You’ll be
lucky if he only keel hauls you,” Viggo countered, trying to get the other man
to see reason and not do anything rash.
The older man gave a snort and squeezed his hand tighter around Hiccup’s throat
until the boy was gasping for breath. “We’re nearly out of food and only have
enough water for one more day. One more! Guess where it’s all gone? In the
gullet of that blasted creature! No more! If we rid ourselves of them then we
can go home!”
The three men holding down Toothless began to cheer as did a few others. Viggo
looked back and forth between them then paused in relief when he saw Alvin come
out of his cabin to see what all the commotion was about. “Thomas, last chance,
mate, let the lad go,” he said soothingly, hoping the men would let Hiccup and
Toothless go before Alvin reached them. Of course Thomas was as hotheaded as
any man could be and completely ignored him.
Darkness clouded the edges of Hiccup’s vision as he fought for breath. His
vision blurred and he could no longer so much as kick anymore. He couldn’t even
cling to Thomas’s wrist. The fight left him and he hung limply from the man’s
grasp. This wasn’t the way he expected to die. He wanted to go home. Hell, he
even missed the way Snotlout picked on him and Tuffnut teased him.
He hit the deck hard a moment later as Thomas gave a yell of rage. Another pair
of arms wrapped around him but Hiccup barely noticed as he began coughing and
sucking in lung full after lung full of air. His throat burned but that didn’t
stop him from opening his eyes to see what was happening. It didn’t make sense
at first, all he heard was a roaring sound and it took a little while for him
to realize it was the blood rushing back to his head but what he saw would
forever stay with him.
Alvin had Thomas by the throat almost in the exact same passion that Thomas had
Hiccup but inside of being pinned up against the mast Alvin was strolling
toward the bow at an eased pace while Thomas kicked and clawed at his hand. It
was like watching some strange twisted dream play out and he couldn’t really
make heads or tails out of it as Alvin grabbed the chain to one of the anchors
and wrapped it around the man’s throat.
“Alvin!” Thomas begged as he was dragged to the bow. “Alvin, don’t do this!”
Alvin gave a snort and dropped the man to the deck but only to bind his hands
behind his back. “Starting a mutiny on my ship is punishable by death,” the
chief sneered as he turned to address the rest of the crew. “In case you dogs
thought I’ve become soft due to our guests let me remind you exactly who is
chief of this tribe and captain of this vessel.” Without so much as a look of
sympathy he kicked Thomas and the anchor overboard to be dragged under the
ship.
“NO!” Hiccup cried in horror despite almost dying at the man’s hands only
minutes earlier. Viggo held him tightly to keep him from doing anything rash.
“Anyone else wish to challenge me?” Alvin demanded, his arms held out in
welcoming. “Come now, don’t be shy. No? Good. Now the next person to lay a
finger on Hiccup or Toothless will be joining Thomas, do I make myself clear?”
There was a murmur of responses.
“Beg pardon?” Alvin yelled and a moment later the ship rang out in agreement.
The men holding Toothless let him go and went back to work before Alvin could
turn his anger upon them. The Nightfury shot a plasma blast after them, hitting
one in the rear and earning a cry of pain from the man. Then he shook his head,
gave a snort and wandered over to where Hiccup lounge against Viggo to check
his rider over. Other than being a little shook up and throat a bright shade of
red, Hiccup seemed fine, physically at least. He gave the boy a comforting
nuzzle, hoping to ease his friend’s fear. He didn’t like when Hiccup was
afraid. But Hiccup didn’t hug him or pet him as he usually would. His gaze was
fixed somewhere past Toothless and it took a moment before he realized the boy
was staring at Alvin as the man strolled toward them. He gave a growl as the
Outcast chief knelt before Hiccup but the man paid him no mind and picked
Hiccup up bridal style.
“Get back to work, you louts!” he ordered as he stood with Hiccup held
protectively against his chest. “Captain, head toward the nearest port to
replenish supplies.”
“Aye, aye, sir,” the captain called back.
Hiccup was still too stun by what had just happened to put up much of a fight
and he didn’t say anything when Alvin closed the cabin door on Toothless’s
snout meaning he was now completely alone with Alvin the Treacherous and that
brought a new bout of fear to the young Hooligan heir. The man sat him on the
edge of the table and began looking him over. He took a damp cloth and placed
it against Hiccup’s throat and took the boy’s hand to hold it in place while he
went to one of the cabinets to fetch some soothing balm.
“You know I can’t afford to be killing my men on this voyage,” Alvin tsked as
he carried the small jar back. “Do you want to tell me what you did to piss
Thomas off?”
The boy gave a shrug. “Oh you know, must be my charming demeanor. Ow…or maybe
he didn’t like the way I swabbed the deck.”
“You’re horrible at swabbing the deck,” Alvin teased as he placed the ointment
on Hiccup’s bruised throat. He paused when he felt the sudden flutter of
Hiccup’s heartbeat and stared at where his thumb it touched the boy’s Adam’s
apple.
Hiccup stared up at the man with wide eyes. A strange mix of fear and
excitement filled him and it twisted his belly. He didn’t know what he wanted
but he couldn’t move as if glued to that spot. Thankfully it was Alvin who
broke contact and pulled away.
“Take as long as you need to rest,” the man said, leaving the ointment on the
table next to Hiccup. Then much to Hiccup’s relief, he left and Hiccup had the
whole cabin to himself.
Hiccup waited, hoping Alvin would let Toothless in and when the dragon didn’t
lumber in he sighed. Okay, something was wrong with him. Ever since Alvin
touched him he couldn’t stop thinking about it. He should be trying to come up
with a way to escape not letting his mind wander like some stupid touch starved
kid. Covering his face he groaned. What was wrong with him? With a cry of anger
he flopped back on the table. How could he even think that Alvin might have
actual feelings for him? He should be at home where…where no one cared what he
thought and treated him like some stupid kid who got lucky by befriending a
dragon. Here he had thought everything had changed and that his people now
respected him, that his father actually cared but here he was on an Outcast
ship on his way to Rome of all places and no rescue was coming for him or
Toothless. No one was coming for him, not his father, not the riders, no one.
Tears stung his eyes. No one cared so why was he beating himself up trying to
hold onto hope?
. . .
Stoick was running out of hope as well. He had travelled to all twelve tribes
of the Archipelago in search of Hiccup and pled his case to those that were not
aware of Berk training dragons. It had mixed results. While most were grateful
when they learned of the Red Death being defeated by Hiccup and Toothless many
were not comfortable with the concept of Vikings riding dragons. Several tribes
like the Vicious and Murderous sided with the Berserkers that all dragons
should be hunted down and killed and no amount of pleading would change their
minds. But that didn’t concern Stoick, there will always be tribes who’d rather
make war than peace. No, what mattered was that Hiccup was on none of their
islands, not even the small ones in between. He and the riders had searched for
nearly two weeks with no luck which brought him back to Outcast Island and a
very odd peace of parchment with a simple word: Rome.
Stoick held the parchment clenched in his fist as he cornered Savage once more.
“Where is Alvin?” he demanded, deciding to try hunting down the Outcast leader
instead. “What has he done with my boy?”
“I don’t know!” Savage insisted, his back pressed against the rock wall. This
time Stoick had brought not only the riders but also his finest warriors who
were busy scouring the island in search of Hiccup. So far they found nothing,
not even Alvin.
The Hooligan chief held Savage by his collar and was more than willing to beat
the answer out of the man when a familiar raspy old voice made him come to a
halt. “Never did like reading, did you, Stoick?”
The chief dropped Savage in surprise and turned to the newcomer. “Mildew?” he
asked in surprise.
The retired warrior leaned heavily on his staff as he regarded the younger man.
“I send you a simple message and you come charging in here rather than taking a
fleet to Rome? Alvin’s probably already rounding the British Isles if not
further.”
Confusion dominated Stoick for a moment as he looked the old man over. He waved
the parchment at him. “You sent this?” he asked, not sure to trust Mildew or
not.
Mildew rolled his eyes. “Yes. Alvin is taking your boy and that Nightfury of
his to Rome. He knew you’d search for him here.”
“Why are you helping me?” Stoick asked. Mildew had no liking for Hiccup and had
already betrayed the Hooligans on a number of occasions due to his hatred for
dragons. It would not be surprising for him to deceive Stoick again.
Mildew looked thoughtful for a moment and glanced toward Savage who was trying
to scramble out of the way. “Because I’ve been to Rome. It is not a place for
someone like Hiccup. He’ll be enslaved if not worse.”
The very thought of his child enslaved by anyone enraged Stoick. “Are you
certain?” he asked, his voice demanding.
Mildew gave a nod. “Alvin’s mother is Roman. He still has blood ties there. If
there is anywhere he could hide a teenage boy and dragon without gathering
suspicion it’s Rome.”
Gobber, who had been keeping quiet while watching Stoick back, looked doubtful.
Rome’s not friendly to Vikings. Even a half-blood like Alvin wouldn’t be
welcomed on their soil. Hiccup might be able to blend in but Alvin?”
“You forget that Alvin once served the Roman…after his banishment from Berk. He
still has friend in high places,” Mildew pointed out and although he loathed
betraying Alvin it was better than letting Stoick and the Hooligans destroy the
Outcasts in their search for Hiccup. “He has almost a two week head start on
you.” He turned to leave, expecting that to be enough information to get Stoick
moving. He wasn’t expecting the man to grab his arm and make him stop.
“Why should I believe you? You’ve betrayed us countless times,” Stoick sneered
not wanting to be sent on a wild goose chase.
“What other choice to you have?”
Stoick frowned but he let the old man go and stormed past him to where the rest
of the Hooligans were gathering for more instructions. Spitelout was handing
out instructions, telling which group where to search while his elder brother
dealt with Savage. Stoick placed a hand on his brother’s shoulder. “Any luck?”
he asked, trying to keep some hope in his voice.
Spitelout shook his head. He wasn’t Hiccup’s biggest fan and honestly didn’t
think he was chiefing material but he still loved his nephew even if he never
showed it and having Hiccup go missing as he did was a little disconcerting.
Hiccup was headstrong much like his father but he was a good kid. “Sorry,
Stoick. We’ve searched everywhere, the dragon arena, the cells, the catacombs,
even Alvin’s personal chambers. Stoick, Hiccup’s not here. There’s no evidence
that he or Toothless were ever here.”
A sigh escaped Stoick and he gave a nod. “Mildew believes Alvin may have taken
them to Rome.”
“Rome?” Spitelout questioned in disbelief. “Can you trust him?”
“No, but I don’t know where else to search. I want you to send a team to the
Mainland again with the Bog-Burglars. I’m taking Thornado and heading to Rome.”
His brother blinked in surprise and stared up at him with questioning eyes. “By
yourself? Look, Stoick, I know I tease about wanting to be chief but you don’t
need to go to such extremes on my account. There are thousands of islands all
around us. Hiccup could simply be camping out on one. You know how he is. Just
give him a few more days to cool down and…”
“Spitelout, they’re not in the Archipelago,” Stoick said, truly believing
Mildew may be right. “Hiccup’s in some sort of trouble and if we don’t find him
soon we might never find him.”
Spitelout hesitated. He glanced toward the dragon riders who were gathering
around them wanting to know what was going on. His son Snotlout looked a little
uncertain and was the first to raise his hand. “I’ll go with you,” he offered
Stoick with a guilty look. “It’s sort of my fault Hiccup ran off. I mean, I’m
his older cousin, it’s my job to look out for him.”
“Snotlout…” Spitelout sighed, not wanting to see his son take the blame for
someone else. Sure they boys were rivals and almost always arguing over
something but Hiccup’s disappearance had nothing to do with Snotlout.
“I’ll go too,” Astrid offered. “I was the one pushing him to get you to change
your mind about grounding the dragons,” she told Stoick and one by one the
other riders offered to go to Rome, even Fishlegs who was completely petrified
by the idea.
Stoick raised his hands to silence the teens and warriors willing to follow him
so far into enemy territory. “No,” he said with a soft smile of appreciation.
“I need all of you protecting Berk. The other tribes now know we train dragons.
They might try attacking. All of you need to prepare. I’ll track down Alvin’s
ship and bring Hiccup and Toothless home before they reach Rome.” He raised his
hands again to silence all the objections his tribe gave. “Until I return
Spitelout is chief, understood?”
Now usually such a proclamation would have Snotlout and his father smiling
happily but neither looked rather happy at that moment. They both looked rather
worried and a little distraught at the idea of Stoick going all the way to Rome
with only a Thunderdrum as back up.
“Stoick, please rethink this,” Spitelout said in worry of his brother’s safety.
“At least take some of our warriors. We could find a few more dragons and train
them and…”
“There’s no time for that,” Stoick pointed out, squeezing his brother’s
shoulder. “Thornado and I will be fine. You worry about our people.”
Sven pulled out an old map from his ship and unrolled it on a rock table for
all to see. It was rare for any of the Hooligans to travel so far south and
into Roman territory but years before Sven had traded some of his best wood
cravings for the map and had kept it close for many years out of shear
curiosity and in hopes of one day visiting other lands. He mapped out the most
likely course Alvin would have taken and approximately where the Outcast ship
would be at that moment provided the weather was fair. He took off time for the
recent storm that had passed over the Archipelago but it was still a fair
distance between Outcast Island and where the ship should be. Thousands of
miles separated them and it would take days of endless flying to make up the
distance.
“The only way to catch up would be across land,” Sven advised, drawing a line
from Outcast Island through the Mainland straight down to Rome and then showing
possible routes to intercept the ship before it reached Rome. “The problem is
you might over shoot them or they may take another route or stop at any of the
colonies. Without knowing their exact destination you can get lost out there. I
advice having a ship follow behind as not only backup but also a second set of
eyes to watch out for them.”
“We’re already almost two weeks behind Alvin. Our boats aren’t fast enough to
catch up,” Stoick pointed out. “Our only chance is by air.”
And that would have been the end of that but as Stoick mounted Thornado he was
stopped by Gobber who grabbed his forearm before hauling himself up behind him.
“You might be able to get rid of your lil’brother that easily but you can bet
your skivvies you’re not getting rid of me,” the blacksmith said as he made
himself comfortable. “Now let’s go and find our boys.”
Stoick only shook his head and smiled. Of course Gobber would stay at his side
as he had since Hiccup was only a babe. If anyone loved Hiccup as much as he
did it was Gobber and his friend would never allow anything bad to befall the
boy or his dragon. With Thornado they took to the air and began flying south.
***** Chapter 7 *****
Life As I Knew It 7
Days turned to weeks and weeks to a solid month and while Hiccup and Toothless
were home sick they had gotten into a bit of a routine. They woke up, helped
Viggo and Olaf catch fish – Toothless had proven to be a great up there by
blasting a section of water next to the ship after the net was cast and killing
enough for the entire crew to have fresh fish every day – then assisted the
cook in preparing breakfast or lunch depending on the need for fish. Then
Hiccup would tidy Alvin’s cabin before spending most of the afternoon in the
crow’s nest. He wasn’t allowed to leave the ship on shore leave and often spent
those nights playing chess against Alvin as they waited for the men to row back
– Alvin never allowed the ship to dock and would separate Hiccup and Toothless
to ensure neither tried to escape. Hiccup discovered that Alvin wasn’t as
barbaric and fool hearty as he often seemed. He had a sharp mind and was very
adapt at chess, a game Hiccup never thought the man would enjoy. And Hiccup
enjoyed playing. The only person who ever played chess was his grandfather Old
Wrinkly so it was a welcomed change especially since Alvin didn’t just let him
win like his grandfather would often do. No, Alvin proved to be a real
challenge and it wasn’t surprising to find the whole night had passed by as
they battled for control of the board. Even better, Alvin didn’t get mad when
he lost but congratulate him for a cunning move. It actually made Hiccup smile
and fell a little more relaxed around the man rather than so frightened of
Alvin actually hurting him or Toothless. Of course it could all be a rouse and
Hiccup was mindful of that but he tried not to think of it too much.
Toothless’s wing wasn’t healing as well as Hiccup hoped mainly because despite
how large the ship was there simply wasn’t enough room for him to stretch it
out without hitting someone or something. This of course made the Nightfury
extremely disgruntle and moody and he would often sulk up on the mast, the only
place where he could even try to stretch him wings and feel the wind beneath
them. Hiccup tried his best to comfort his friend but he knew Toothless needed
off the ship soon. If he didn’t fly soon Toothless might lose him mind and
attack someone. He tried explaining this to Alvin but the Outcast would hear
none of it. As far as he was concern Toothless would adapt just like the rest
of them. So Hiccup tried to keep Toothless occupied by playing with him when
there wasn’t much happening on deck and they had a little room. He used a
shield to reflex light across the deck and have his friend chase after it like
an overgrown cat. This often had mixed results as Toothless had bounded into
Alvin on two separate occasions and accidentally knocked another Outcast
overboard that the rest of the crew had to fish out. Trying not to laugh proved
to be more challenging than following Alvin’s rules. Thankfully Alvin often
found Hiccup’s and Toothless’s antic funny as well and let the two be for the
most part.
Most of the Outcasts seemed to enjoy having a youth on board and treated him
like Hiccup was one of the crew, especially Viggo who treating him like a
little brother and often doted on him as much or more than Alvin did. Every
time he went to shore he would bring something new and exotic for Hiccup to the
point that the boy now had a small shelf with knick-knacks that Alvin would
only shake his head and chuckle about, calling Hiccup spoiled. But that never
stopped Viggo who would come back with tall tales of the strange lands he had
visited.
And that was what led Hiccup to the galley that night. Viggo and the others had
just returned from another supply run on the southern shores of a country
called Spain and Hiccup was anxious to learn a little about the land. He knew
the men often played poker late at night and wasn’t surprised when he found
Viggo and a dozen other men around a table drinking and laughing as they dealt
cards and placed wagers but what was surprising was that Alvin was situated at
the head of the table. Usually he was too busy with his maps to join the other
men and Hiccup had thought he was in his cabin.
Of course Alvin noticed them the moment Hiccup and Toothless stepped into the
dimly lit room. “Hiccup!” he called, waving him over.
The youth hesitated. The smell of booze and pipe tobacco was thick in the air
and he worried Alvin may be intoxicated. So far he had only dealt with one or
two drunk Outcasts and they were usually easy enough to escape but he had been
sleeping in Alvin’s cabin for the better part of the month and even though
Alvin hadn’t touched him sexually since the night Hiccup tried to kill him he
wasn’t exactly looking forward to the man being drunk and maybe trying
something.
“I was just looking for Viggo,” Hiccup said hurriedly as he backed toward the
door. “I’ll just head to bed.”
“Nonsense,” Alvin laughed, as if Hiccup was being silly. He again waved Hiccup
over as he told one of his men to deal the boy in.
Taking a deep breath Hiccup rounded the table, smiling thinly at the Outcasts
and praying that things didn’t get out of hand. While he doubted any of them
would try hurting him and doing anything stupid since most considered him part
of the crew but he wasn’t stupid enough to think he was safe.
“Come sit,” Alvin encouraged as he threw some coins in the center of the table.
“Is that silver?” Hiccup asked in surprise. It was rare to see silver or gold
in the Archipelago and the amount on the table was more than he ever saw on the
whole of Berk with the exception of treasure he and Toothless had found and
lost a few months back. And here the Outcasts were throwing silver coins into a
pile as if it was an everyday occurrence.
Alvin raised a brow in confusion. “Yes?”
“Oh,” Hiccup answered trying to pretend this was normal. It was his turn to
raise his brows when he stopped next to Alvin and there was no chair to sit
upon. “Uh…” He looked around but there wasn’t even room to pull another chair
up to the table.
Alvin pushed his chair back and patted his lap. “Take a seat. I bet your father
never took the time to teach you the game,” he said, his eyes never leaving his
cards.
“Actually I played against him and Gobber many times. And thanks but I’d rather
have a chair of my…own?”
Alvin grabbed his wrist and the next thing Hiccup knew he was sitting on the
man’s lap and hand a set of cards. A tankard of wine was poured and set before
Hiccup and Alvin shifted so that he could support Hiccup’s slight weight a
little better. “Alright, are you any good at the game?”
Hiccup swallowed the lump in his throat. “Ah…yeah, I guess. I beat my Dad a few
times. I think Gobber cheats though.”
“Knowing him, most likely,” Alvin chuckled, patting Hiccup’s knee. “Alright, if
you get lost don’t be afraid to ask for help.”
Hiccup glanced at Toothless who only tilted his head and raised his ears in a
manner that clearly said “what do you want me to do?” before a nice corner to
curl up in and going to sleep. Although even though he looked peaceful and
sleeping he was keeping one eye open and watching everything that happened to
make sure nothing bad happened to his rider.
Hiccup rolled his eyes. “Yeah, you just lay there and play innocent,” Hiccup
grumbled. He wiggled slightly on Alvin’s lap and tried to get comfortable but
he hadn’t sat on someone’s knee in a very long time and was far too old for
such things.
Alvin placed his hand on Hiccup’s thigh. “Don’t,” he advised in a low whisper.
“Otherwise you might cause something we both might regret.”
The boy instantly stilled, not wanting to inadvertently arouse Alvin. He took a
deep breath, bit his lower lip and tried focusing on his cards and not move an
inch. That was harder than it sound but he tried his best. Alvin separated his
vast pile of coins and gave Hiccup a sizeable share and the game commenced. It
took Hiccup a few minutes to catch on – this wasn’t like playing against his
father and Gobber – and Alvin often whispered advice in his ear when it looked
as if he was having difficulty. Alvin’s beard always tickled his neck when he
lowered his lips to Hiccup’s ear and made it hard not to squirm or giggle.
Much to everyone’s surprise Hiccup caught on very quickly and it wasn’t long
before he was winning a few hands.
“No, no, no…helping him isn’t fair, Alvin,” Viggo chastised with grin and wink
to Hiccup.
Hiccup grinned as he reached out to pull the center pile of coins to his
growing pile before sitting back and sipping his wine.
Alvin only laughed. He had dropped out of the game some time ago to simply
enjoy watching Hiccup slowly conquer his men. “If I could take all the credit I
would,” he purred, his hand stroking up and down Hiccup’s back almost
rhythmically. “But Hiccup obviously has more talents than we took into
account.”
The boy gave a laugh that turned into a snort and covered his mouth when a
hiccup threatened to escape. He didn’t catch it in time and it made the
Outcasts all burst out in laughter.
“Now we know the story behind your name,” Olaf laughed, raising his tankard
toward Hiccup in salute.
“That’s not why,” Hiccup giggled, feeling a little light headed from the
alcohol and maybe giddy from the positive attention. “But it’s not the worse
name. My cousin has it worse than me even though his Dad says it’s supposed to
be scary as hell. How is Snotlout scary?”
Whether the men were just trying to amuse him or not Hiccup wasn’t sure but
they all laughed and shoot their heads not sure how such a name was supposed to
scare anyone. The game turned less serious as they joked about and enthralled
Hiccup with their own stories until late at night when Toothless really was
sound asleep and the men began excusing themselves one by one to go to bed
before attending their morning duties.
Hiccup laughed merrily when Viggo ruffled his hair as he passed. “Good haul,
kiddo,” he praised. Hiccup had won a rather impressive amount of silver and
gold coins. “Get some sleep and tomorrow I’ll tell all about Spain and the
pretty ladies that inhabit that land. Maybe next time we’ll bring one back for
you.”
The boy’s face heated up and he blushed at the very thought of the exotic women
who must live in the strange country if the Outcast’s stories were anywhere
near true. “Maybe,” he conceded, glancing at his hands on the table.
“We’ll discuss that at a later time,” Alvin offered as he lifted Hiccup off his
lap and stood with a stretch. “Gods, lad, you have a bony ass. I was starting
to think you had a knife in you back pocket.”
Hiccup gave him a perplex look. “I don’t have back pockets.”
Alvin only shook his head with a laugh and patted the boy’s shoulder. “It’s an
expression. Come, let’s get you to bed.” He placed his treasure in a small
chest before finding another and shoving Hiccup pile into it.
Confusion filled Hiccup as the chest was deposited in his arms. “What’s this?”
he asked, not quite understanding why Alvin was giving it to him.
“That’s your winnings.”
“Yeah but it’s your treasure. You just gave me some for the game.”
The man nodded. “Aye, but you did the work. Besides we’ll be in Rome in a few
days. There are countless markets and venues that may peak your interest and
they don’t normally do trade,” Alvin explained only confusing Hiccup further.
“I don’t want you as a prisoner, Hiccup. I want you to feel as if your place is
beside me.”
Hiccup looked away.
Alvin gave another nod. “There’s no rush. I’m a patient man.”
Trying to wake up Toothless proved not to be an easy task. Normally he would
jump up and be wide awake with only a call of his name but with his injury and
how stir crazy he had become the last few weeks it was only a matter of time
before exhaustion got the best of him and Alvin advised Hiccup to just let the
dragon be. Which meant Hiccup would be alone with Alvin that night.
Butterflies seemed to be dancing in his belly as he followed the Outcast chief
to his cabin. Up until now he always had Toothless at his side so this was a
little disconcerting for him. Hiccup made a beeline to his cot and placed the
chest on his shelf with the other items he had been given. He didn’t expect
Alvin to come up behind him and he gave a little embarrassed squeak when the
man reached past him to put a lock on the chest. He whirled around in surprise,
fully expecting the worse – his mind was a little muddled from the wine and
sitting on Alvin’s lap so long – but Alvin only chuckled and handed Hiccup a
key.
“You’re far too jumpy without your lizard,” the man remarked with a shake of
his head. He turned away and headed for his bed, stripping along the way.
Hiccup bit his lip, his cheeks burning at his own foolishness. Yeah, Alvin must
have thought he was simply hilarious. With a pout he climbed into his own cot
and tried to forget it. Alvin hadn’t tried anything and he was grateful. Even
at his most drunk Alvin would send Hiccup away, usually to Viggo or Magnus with
the explanation that he didn’t trust himself not to hurt Hiccup. It made
everything Hiccup believed about Alvin, every rumor and story he was ever told
about to Outcast come into question. After weeks of being Alvin’s prisoner or
“guest” as Alvin would often say, Hiccup wondered if he was really as evil as
he was led to believe. Yes he raided other tribes and pirated peaceable ships
and would kill without a thought but he was also very protective and easy going
and laughed far more than Hiccup ever imagined. Alvin often thought Hiccup was
funny as hell and even when the youth rebelled or defied orders the biggest
punishment he got was being separated from Toothless for the day and having to
clean every inch of other Alvin cabin or when he really got out of hand then
the kitchen which was a nightmare. Alvin wasn’t anything like Hiccup thought.
It also made Hiccup wonder why Alvin hadn’t tried touching him like he had
weeks earlier. Alvin rarely went on shore leave with his men even if only for a
night of debauchery – he liked telling stories of past lovers and even hinted
toward a past relationship with Stoick which Hiccup choose to believe was
Alvin’s way of trying to rile him up. So Alvin had a rather healthy sexual
appetite. And…why was he thinking along these lines?
Hiccup shook his head and rolled over on his side. It had to be the alcohol. He
closed his eyes and tried to sleep but his mind kept diving bombing into places
he rather it didn’t and his body began to react at the memory of sitting on
Alvin’s lap and the man’s warning not to wiggle or move about. He was almost
positive he had felt a rather sizeable bulge at the man’s groin that only got
harder whenever Hiccup moved even if he didn’t mean to. Stop it, stop it, stop
it!
He balled his hands into fists and pressed them against his eyes. He had tried
everything to forget about Alvin jerking him off but it seemed that as time
passed things had only gotten worse. “What’s wrong with you?” he muttered to
himself with a groan.
“Hmm?” Alvin asked from the room.
“Nothing!” Hiccup squeaked, flushing once more for talking aloud. He tried to
sleep again but either the alcohol or the acceptance from the Outcasts or maybe
the fact that Toothless wasn’t there to help him stay focused but that
rebellious side of Hiccup felt very bold. After all it wasn’t as if anyone was
saving him and until Toothless was healed they couldn’t escape and maybe Alvin
wasn’t as bad as he always thought so what was the harm in experimenting just a
little?
He sat up, the odd questions and desires of both his mind and body refusing to
let him sleep. He chewed his lower lip as he gazed over at Alvin’s dark form
presumably asleep on his large bed. It was much like the night he tried to kill
Alvin in his sleep. His belly twisted with anxiety but of a different sort.
“Alvin?” he whispered before clapping a hand over his mouth. No…nope…not doing
it. Just go back to sleep and shut the hell up, the more logical part of him
said hurriedly but he didn’t move. He just sat there and waited.
“Hmm?” Alvin hummed sleepily.
“Uhm…”
The man shifted in bed and rolled over to look at Hiccup. “Out with it, boy,”
he grumbled.
Hiccup swallowed hard and that part of him shouting for him to shut up and go
back to bed was screaming in his head but for once Hiccup ignored it for the
strange tingling of his body and his own curiosity. “I was wondering…about a
few weeks ago when I…you…” He blew at his shaggy bangs. He was never this tied
up for words before…except when it came to Astrid.
Alvin rubbed at his face but seemed to get Hiccup’s meaning. He sat up and
yawned. “Come here,” he said gruffly.
Hiccup hesitated but after a moment he got up and walked to Alvin. He stood
between the man’s legs feeling rather awkward and unsure of himself and tempted
to run back to his cot and hide under the covers. But Alvin caught his arms and
began rubbing them in soothing patterns.
“Are you sure about this?” he asked, his blue eyes regarding Hiccup’s.
“No,” Hiccup said honestly.
Alvin only smiled and gave a nod. “Then I’ll only touch you, just like last
time but just a little more. I’ll make you feel real good and we’ll stop
whenever you say.”
“Promise?” Hiccup asked, feeling rather childish and scared even if his body
wanted to rebel against him.
“Yes,” the man purred before letting Hiccup go and sitting back. “Now how about
you do away with your clothes?”
Biting his lip and very unsure of himself, Hiccup pulled off his tunic,
revealing his narrow chest and then began untying the ties to his trousers. His
hands shook there and he nearly stopped twice as it seemed the ties were just
getting tangled. He took a deep breath and tried again. It was rather nerve
wracking. Alvin didn’t try to help or even lift a finger toward him. He sat
back and watched silently, his gaze travelling up and down Hiccup’s slim form
until they came to the boy’s face.
“Hiccup, look at me,” he purred, gaining the youth’s attention.
Hiccup did so with shaking breath, his fingers still fumbling with his
trousers.
Alvin took his hips and shuffled Hiccup a little closer but rather than pull
down the offending pants he lowered his face to the boy’s chest and took a
nipple between his lips and began suckling. Hiccup gasped at the sudden new
sensation and grasped Alvin’s head, his fingers knotting in the man’s hair. His
knees became wobbly and he had to hold on just to stay standing. No one had
ever done this to him before and no amount of sex education could have prepared
him. It was as if a line shot start from that nipple to his cock and it was
quickly hardening to its full length. He whimpered and moaned, gasping when
Alvin pulled him impossibly close before switching to the other nipple. Hiccup
was almost certain he would faint before the man touched his neither region. He
thought he might cum right then and there.
Then when Hiccup was sure he could take no more Alvin pulled away. The trousers
were suddenly gone and Hiccup found himself laying on the large bed. He was
panting heavily now, unsure how he got into this particular position and not
really caring. Alvin loomed over him and that should have been scary but
Hiccup’s mind was now gone and sensation ruled. When Alvin pressed his lips to
Hiccup’s the boy returned it.
“I can show you pleasures you’ve never imagined possible,” Alvin purred against
Hiccup’s lips. “I can make you scream like no one else. All you have to do is
give yourself to me.” He didn’t wait for Hiccup’s answer. He peppered kisses
down Hiccup’s chest to his taunt belly and it would have all been good had
Hiccup not begun giggling uncontrollably. Alvin glanced up the length of him in
surprise.
Hiccup covered his mouth but couldn’t stop giggling and the look Alvin gave him
didn’t help matters. “Beard…” he tried to explain. Yeah, as good as this felt
it suddenly reminded him of when he was little and his Dad would tickle him
with his beard before blowing bubbles on his belly but Alvin didn’t blow
bubbles, he playfully nipped Hiccup all the way down to his belly button where
he dipped and swirled his tongue before giving it a good bite that made
Hiccup’s back arch. “Ngh…uh…” Hiccup whimpered. Then Alvin rubbed his scratchy
beard into Hiccup groin and thighs, sensitizing them point Hiccup wasn’t sure
if it was painful or pleasurable. Hiccup cried out as the man took his aching
manhood in his mouth and began it with even more force and passion than he had
his nipples. His hips shot forward and Alvin had to hold him down while he
sucked his length into aching, pulsing hardness.
Alvin twirled his tongue around Hiccup’s meat, running it up and down and
savoring the bitter-sweet taste of pre-cum before letting the length go with a
resounding plop. He grinned when Hiccup gave a whimper and slithered his way up
until he was laying next to the boy. “Like that, lad?” he cooed, brushing
Hiccup’s bangs away from his eyes. When Hiccup nodded, unable to form coherent
words, he pressed his hips against the boy’s and took both their cocks in one
large hand. “Next time you’ll cum in my mouth but tonight…” He began stroking
their lengths together, enjoying the friction of Hiccup’s small length rubbing
against his. “Tonight we’ll cum together, savvy?”
“Uh huh…” Hiccup murmured before screwing his eyes shut as Alvin jerked them
off together, altering between squeezing tightly and moving slowly to lose and
fast, his thumb dancing over the sensitive heads. His right hand flew down to
grasp Alvin’s wrist as the other knotted in the man’s tangled brown hair.
“Look at me, Hiccup. Don’t break eye contact,” Alvin ordered as he pumped
harder and faster until they were both panting and groaning with passion as
well. And then Hiccup’s world turned a starting white as he came with a scream,
his seed shutting out over his and Alvin’s belly in pearly white ropes only to
be followed a moment later by Alvin whose cum seemed to shot out of him like
cannon fire to splatter over Hiccup’s belly and stomach and even a little on
his face. He roared in triumph, as if he had just conquered his greatest rival
and jerked them off a few more times until they were both empty, exhausted and
utterly boneless.
Hiccup took a shaky breath as he looked up at Alvin with a new light. He wasn’t
sure about this new feeling he had but he didn’t have time to take it into much
consideration. He gave a sleepy smile and closed his eyes, finally able to
sleep.
Alvin cupped Hiccup cheek and gave him a small kiss, licking a little cum off
the boy’s chin. He was tempted to lick off all his body but he rather liked the
debauched way Hiccup looked and decides to hold off a few minutes to fetch a
much needed glass of wine. Then he treated the boy as if he were a delicious
meal and took his time to clean him with his tongue, savoring the taste and
promising himself that soon Hiccup’s seed would fill his mouth just as his seed
would feel the boy’s. Hiccup was slowly breaking and he was willing to take all
the time needed to see it through.
***** Chapter 8 *****
Life As I Knew It 8
It had been over a month since Hiccup went missing and no matter hard long or
how hard they flew they could make up the distance between them and the Outcast
ship. They were always behind, missing the ship by mere days. Stoick had
debated over skipping across countries but fear that they would over shoot
their target or miss them altogether again. He was starting to rethink the idea
that Alvin had taken his boy and considered returning to Berk in hopes that
Hiccup had only run off as Spitelout suggested and had returned home by home.
But the logical side said to continue, to find Alvin and see for himself. He
sent letters to Spitelout through merchant traders that would pass it off until
it reached Johann who would insure his brother received them and return with
news but that was a slow process that might not show results for many weeks if
not months. So he and Gobber continued onward, following the European
coastline, stopping at every port to see whether or not the Outcasts had passed
that way and if a boy of Hiccup’s description – or better yet a Nightfury – had
been seen but the answers were always the same, no one had seen either the boy
or his dragon despite confirming that Outcasts had indeed passed through.
It was off the coast of France that the Gods felt it time to send them help and
it was the strangest sort of help there could be. Neither Stoick nor Gobber
spoke French. In fact neither spoke any other language than Norse which had
made their journey incredibly challenging. Like any other port Stoick had
strolled into the nearest tavern to the docks where it was most likely the
Outcasts would go before gathering supplies and attending to their duties. The
bar maid gave him a blank look, not understanding what he was trying to tell
her. Stoick tried again and again to explain his problem but she would only
shake her head in confusion.
“Pardon, Mademoiselle,” a strange looking man said to her in the local tongue
as he came to stand next to Stoick. “The gentleman is asking if you have seen
an auburn hair boy and yah tall,” he held his hand to his chin much as Stoick
had moments before. “…with bright green eyes. He’s about sixteen and travelling
with a black dragon. They would be travelling with some barbarians in similar
garb as these gentlemen.” He gestured toward Stoick and Gobber.
The woman gave them one look and shook her head before leaving to attend to
other patrons.
“Sorry, my friend, but she hasn’t seen the boy in question,” he told Stoick in
fluent Norse.
Stoick blinked in surprise to have finally found someone who spoke his
language. “Oh…thank you.”
“Not at all. We haven’t had many Northern Vikings in some time. Many of the
locals don’t know the dialect,” he explained, sticking his hand out. “Name’s
Jacob.”
“Stoick,” said the Hooligan chief, taking the pro-offered hand and pumping it.
“You’re a Viking?” he asked, looking the man over. He was dressed rather oddly
for a Viking and even Trader Johann’s strange garb seemed tame to the bright
flourish clothing and high collar adorning Jacob. European fashion always
boggled Stoick the few times he had visited the Mainland.
The man laughed merrily. “Well I suppose I haven’t called myself a Viking in
many years but yes. I’m part of the Outcast tribe or was, at least.”
Stoick pulled his hand back as if he had just been burned. “An Outcast?” he
asked, trying to keep his voice even. “As in Alvin and the Outcasts?”
“Ah…you know of him. What trouble has he been causing lately?” The way the man
acted it was as if this was nothing unusual and he fully expected Alvin had
done something to upset Stoick in the past. But he had been joking and didn’t
truly expect an answer.
“He kidnapped my son,” Stoick growled, ready to strangle this man as if he were
Alvin the Treacherous standing before him.
“Really? Usually he’s the one getting the rest of us out of trouble. Uh? Well
that won’t do,” Jacob said, tapping his chin thoughtfully. “Where do you think
he might be taking the boy?”
Gobber placed a hand on Stoick’s shoulder and stepped forward, giving his
friend a few minutes to calm down. “Rome. One of his followers informed that he
was taking Hiccup there.”
“Hiccup? Odd name. Well if he’s taking your boy there then you have one of two
options. One; go around Spain or straight across France and maybe meet them at
the straight. Of course they could have already passed the straight, but it is
the quickest route to Rome.”
Gobber glanced at Stoick, waiting for his decision until his friend took a deep
breath and nodded. “Alright, if over land is faster than by all means, led the
way.”
Jacob looked positively ecstatic and gave a big beaming smile. “An adventure,
excellent!” He clapped his hands happily and led them out of the tavern. “Now I
gather you have a long boat? We can take one of the rivers further inland and
then roll it over the few miles to the next and…”
“We don’t have a boat,” Gobber said with a hint of a grin.
Jacob tilted his head and looked at them as if they were the strangest Vikings
he ever met.
Stoick smirked and to Jacob’s astonishment a large Thunderdrum flew out from
behind the bar and land next to him. “We have a Thornado.”
Jacob’s eyes widened. “Ah…well then…may I suggest horses for those of us
without a…Thornado?”
The two Hooligans chuckled and nodded in agreement. “Led the way,” Stoick said
with a wave of his hand, not quite willing to trust this strange Outcast but
they had no other choice. They had to find Hiccup before anything bad happened.
He prayed that nothing bad had already happened to his only child.
. . .
When Hiccup awoke it was from the best sleep he could remember having since
being captured and he wasn’t ready to get up just yet. His body still tingled
pleasantly and he could lay on the soft warm bed forever. But of course a foul
fishy breath was blowing in his face and the stench would not let him be. He
made a face and cracked open one eye but rather than awaking to Alvin’s face it
was Toothless’s large eyes and grumpy frown. Frowning as well, Hiccup tried
rolling over but the dragon’s large paw pressed down on his chest when he was
on his back and pinned him there.
Hiccup groaned. “Toothless…” he whined, wanting to go back to sleep.
Toothless grumbled as if reprimanding him for doing something stupid.
“Tooth, I’m tired, bud. We can go flying later, I promise.” He gave a yawn and
tried going back to sleep but Toothless was relentless and slapped him with his
good wing. “Come on! Toothless, it’s too early.” He rolled back toward his
friend and looked tiredly at the dragon. “Alright…alright, I’m up.” Mumbling
under his breath he pulled the heavy comforter off him, realizing a split
second later that he was stark naked and that the man he had spent the night
with was nowhere in sight. Hiccup was speechless. He stared down at his naked
body as he slowly remembered what had happened the night before. He mind was a
little groggy but he knew one thing for certain, he had gone to Alvin out of
his own twisted curiosity.
His face paled at this realization and he ran his hands through his hair and
stared at Toothless who no doubt smelled what they had done all over him and
wasn’t pleased in the least. A small tremble ran through Hiccup at the thought
of what he had allowed Alvin to do to him and just how good it felt and he
swore that despite that immense pleasure he would never let his curiosity get
the best of him like that again. It felt good…so good…but wasn’t he betraying
his people by having relations with their greatest enemy? He wasn’t so sure
anymore. He wasn’t sure about anything anymore. All he knew for certain was
that his best friend wasn’t happy with him and he didn’t like when Toothless
was upset.
“Okay, bud…I screwed up. I’m sorry,” he said once he calmed down. He ran his
hands over the dragon’s head and pressed his forehead to the dragon’s. “It
won’t happen again.”
He dressed quickly, not wanting to stay naked any longer than necessary. Of
course leaving the room and facing the Outcasts nearly made Hiccup want to hide
in the cabin forever but then Alvin would return sooner or later so taking a
deep breath he pulled open the door and stepped out onto the deck.
The sun was shining brightly high above and everyone was at their usually
duties late in the morning which meant Hiccup had slept most of the morning
away. That took Hiccup by surprise, he never slept in, at least not unless he
was very sick. Viggo gave him a wave as he did most morning but had his hands
full of net so had to turn his focus back to his duties right away. Everyone
else nodded and wished him good morning like usual and it was as if nothing had
happened. Hiccup was a little taken back by this but much like the night he had
tried to kill Alvin and the man first touched him no one seemed to know what
had happened and he was very relieved for this.
He found Alvin at the bow of the ship staring out over the ocean and Hiccup
jogged over to the man to stand next to him. “See anything interesting?” he
asked teasingly. He paused in surprise when he saw a variety of sea dragons he
had never seen before. They were a beautiful shape of palest blue and purest
purple that blended wonderfully into the deep blue of the sea and were you not
watching carefully you may not have noticed them until the ship were right on
top of these beautiful creatures. “Whoa…” he breathed, grasping the rail and
leaning over to see them better.
Alvin placed a hand on his shoulder to keep him from leaning over too far.
“They’re called the Blue Sirens,” he said with a pleased smile at Hiccup’s
enthusiasm. “I was going to wake you up so you didn’t mess them but you looked
as if you needed your sleep.”
Hiccup blushed and ducked his head. “Thank you. I’ve never slept in this late
before. I guess I was really out of it.”
Alvin chuckled. “We were up rather late.”
Hiccup’s blush deepened. “Yeah… So were you thinking of having me train on of
these…Blue Sirens?”
The man looked down at him with suddenly wide eyes. “A Blue Siren? No…no, no,
no… These beauties are more temperamental than any woman. Not even you can tame
one.”
The youth laughed. “What? Doubting me already? I thought you wanted me to train
dragons for you?”
“Yes, but I prefer not to be dragged to me death in the grimy deep,” Alvin said
seriously, making Hiccup look up in surprise. He wrapped an arm around Hiccup’s
shoulder and pulled him against his side. “No, my boy. The skies are the
answer. Dragons like your Toothless.”
Hiccup bit his lip, still unsure but knowing that he had keep his word to train
Alvin’s dragons in order to protect not only Toothless but his own tribe. He
gave a small nod. “So they’re in Rome?” he asked, trying to imagine what the
dragon’s in the legendary country were like. Where they like Toothless,
Nightfuries or maybe Monstrous Nightmares, Hideous Zipplebacks or some new
species that he had yet to see? He was both excited and scared.
Alvin squeezed his shoulder. “Yes. An old friend of mine has a bit of a dragon
problem. If you can train then we’ll move the whole herd to the Archipelago.”
“Uhm…I don’t know,” Hiccup responded with a bob of his head as he calculated
the problems with such a large migration. “There’s their natural food source,
mating grounds and habitats to take into consideration. We can’t just up and
move a whole herd of dragons without knowing if they can survive in our
territory. Besides, the Archipelago is much colder that here.” And it was quite
an adjustment for any animal. Hiccup was finding it increasingly difficult to
wear his usual tunic and trousers. It was much hotter than he was accustomed to
and could only imagine how a hot climate dragon would do in the harsh cold
north he was used to.
“If anyone can find a way it’s you, Hiccup,” Alvin said giving the youth a one
arm hug.
Hiccup glanced up at him, surprised by the praise even though he had yet to
train any dragons for Alvin or prove himself. A small shy smile played over his
lips as he realized just how much Alvin believed in him. He didn’t pull away
from the hug but leaned into it a little. If only his father believed in him as
much as Alvin seemed to.
Behind them Toothless eyed the two before sauntering away, disgruntle and upset
by his rider’s new friendship with a man who should by all rights be their
enemy. He found a quiet shady spot and curled up and grumbled to himself about
how silly humans could be and pointedly ignored Hiccup and the Outcasts for the
rest of the day.
***** Chapter 9 *****
Life As I Knew It 9
“Alvin thinks he has a great new weapon with this so called Dragon Conqueror,”
Dagur mused as his armada sailed around the coast of Spain. He stood at the bow
of his flag ship staring out at the strange land, one he planned to conquer in
the not too distant future. They hadn’t bothered going to any of the ports for
anything other than supplies – shore leave could wait until after he had
captured this so called Dragon Conqueror…he still couldn’t believe it was
Hiccup – and were making incredible time but they were still at least a week or
so behind Alvin and at least a three days behind Stoick. And while Dagur would
give just about anything to battle with the Romans and Alvin and his little
band of Outcasts he more than willing to let Stoick do the hard work for him
and then steal Hiccup as they tried to make their escape.
He turned away from the foreign land to gaze at his prisoner. He had been
rather surprised to find the old Hooligan warrior milling about Outcast Island
with what he had always assumed were enemies to Berk as if it was where he
belonged. Beheading a few rebellious Outcasts who refused to lay down their
arms when their island was overrun by Berserkers had quickly loosened the old
man’s tongue. Now this “Mildew” was his prisoner and only lead to where in Rome
Alvin might take Hiccup. “So how is it lil’Hiccup became this mighty
conqueror?” he asked in a sickening sweet purr.
Mildew looked up with wide eyes. “It’s the Nightfury,” he said hurriedly as he
had many times now. “It’s like…I don’t know…they can talk to each other. It’s
as if their one and the same. You hurt one and you’ll hurt the other. But if
you capture the Nightfury then Hiccup will be yours. He’ll do anything to
protect that dragon. That’s how Alvin captured him. He injured the beast and
would have killed it if Hiccup hadn’t promised to train dragons for him.”
Dagur hummed to himself and nodded. Then he laughed. “Ho, ho, ho…little Hiccup
of the big heart. Of course he could never watch a helpless animal die. So
predictable. Explains the whole ‘dragon attack’ fiasco.” He laugh turned maniac
and he nearly doubled over at his own stupidity. “I should have known it was
all a trick. Alvin said Berk trained dragons and I foolishly listened to Stoick
instead. Ah…but Hiccup was a sight fighting that Nightfury…” He frowned at the
memory. He had held that image in his mind for months now only to learn it had
all been a lie. Hiccup would pay for that and if the Nightfury was the key to
capturing him then so be it.
“Tell me more about the Nightfury. Everything you know about the creature.
Eating habits, temperament…everything,” he demanded with a sneer. “And don’t
leave anything out.”
Mildew coward before him but he didn’t hesitate spilling everything he knew
about Hiccup and Toothless if only to save his head. Dagur found himself
developing a new respect for the boy he always tormented as a child and he
would do everything in his power to make Hiccup’s gift with dragons his to
control.
. . .
The next week passed in a blur for Hiccup. While most nights he still slept in
the uncomfortable cot with Toothless curled protectively around him there were
nights like this one where he found himself curling up next to Alvin in some
morbid curiosity and longing he still couldn’t quite put his finger on. In his
mind he joked that it must be the same curiosity that had made him befriend
Toothless and learn to train dragons, that maybe he was simply trying to train
Alvin into being a better person. In reality he wasn’t so sure about that
because a part of him was almost certain that was what Alvin was trying to do
with him.
Alvin still acted rather particular, as if he wanted Hiccup but wanted the boy
to make the first move which usually was the case and Hiccup often questioned
whether the man really wanted him or was just indulging Hiccup’s curiosity.
Tonight was no different.
It had started simply enough. Hiccup had gone to bed long before Alvin, having
hoped to deal with a little problem that had started around dinner time when
Alvin had asked him to dine with him in his cabin and began telling him all
about Rome and the old friend of his with the dragon problem. There was a lot
of joking and sass on Hiccup’s part still a little unsure if he could even
train these new species of dragons and if they could even survive through the
harsh winters of the Archipelago. He warned that they would more likely than
not go into hibernation during that time making an army rather ineffective
considering how long their winters usually were. Alvin wasn’t happy about that
and Hiccup quickly shut his mouth wondering why he even mentioned such a detail
that could save the lives of many people. After all sleeping dragons were safe
dragons. But Alvin was determined and Hiccup had no doubt he would find a
way…or more accurately, make sure Hiccup found a way.
Seeing Hiccup’s discomfort at the conversation Alvin quickly changed topics and
began praising Hiccup for his ingenuity and even Toothless’s help with
gathering fish. Hiccup had rigged a new fishing net that could be dragged
behind the boat so that they didn’t have to constantly slow down just the catch
dinner. The net was cast only for a short time then pulled up with enough
flopping fish to feel everyone’s belly and if that didn’t work Toothless would
wait until the ship came to a near standstill and blast at the water a few
times. Both methods worked fairly well and none of the crew had complained in
weeks. Hiccup had earned a place among the Outcasts and other than a few
trouble makers still not happy with their destination he was well liked and
respected. He came up with ideas that both bewildered and inspired and he
almost always had a captive audience when he spoke. Not even Alvin could
inspire his people in such a way without yelling or threatening. So for him to
walk out and see the boy playing with a small stray dragon no larger than a
Terrible Terror, that had been flying by and stopped to check out the Nightfury
moping about, and listening to Hiccup instruct the crew on how to get one’s
attention and then keep it was rather awe inspiring and he found himself
listening in and attempting to mimic the youth. So far he hadn’t had much luck
but it didn’t ebb his enthusiasm that Hiccup was slowly coming to his way of
thinking. So he praised the youth, patted his hand and assured him that he was
doing a great job and that the crew thought very highly of him. Judging by the
way Hiccup would blush and sometimes shy away Alvin deduced that the youth
wasn’t used to such praise or a lot of physical contact so he would double his
efforts by brushing Hiccup’s hair away from his eyes and behind his ears.
“The things I could show you,” he would say with a look that was a mix of
longing and desire before pressing his lips to Hiccup’s brow and pulling away.
“The things I want to do…” Then before going any further he would pull away and
tell Hiccup to finish eating, throw Toothless another cod or tuna or whatever
fish they had caught that day, and stalk off to run his ship.
And that was why Hiccup had crawled into Alvin’s bed, nude and unsure and very
scared yet determined to end the butterflies that were always swarming inside
his belly each time Alvin touched him. He needed to know if he actually had
feelings for Alvin or if this was something else. He knew what was likely to
happen that night, that Alvin might go all the way with him and what that
entailed. He might be a virgin but he knew a thing or two about two guys having
sex…Gobber had been very thorough when it came to sex education. There was only
one of two holes Alvin might use to fuck him and Hiccup was rather frightened
as to which might be used first…or which to offer. There was a lot of logic
behind using his mouth first to provide lubricant in case Alvin didn’t have
anything.
He had warned Toothless not to interfere no matter what happened or how bad
things sounded – he was sure things might get painful and that he might scream
or cry but according to Gobber things got way better fast so…
He bit his lip and buried his face against the pillow, one part of him trying
to talk himself out of this craziness while another tried to calm him down and
reason that if he didn’t follow through then not only would Alvin be
disappointed but he’d never learn what sex really felt like and so far
everything Alvin had done had nearly blown his mind in the most pleasurable way
he ever thought possible.
Of course Toothless wasn’t happy and laid near the cot staring at him with a
grumpy look before burying his head under one wing and trying to ignore him.
Hiccup tried to ignore him too, not understanding why his best friend was
acting so weird toward him. Didn’t dragons have mating seasons or experiment
from time to time. Toothless had done plenty of stuff Hiccup thought utterly
crazy.
At some point Hiccup had fallen asleep, his nose pressed to the pillow and
breathing in that scent that was uniquely Alvin. He didn’t even wake up when
Alvin came into the room, bewildered to see the youth in his bed, stark naked
and looking oh so desirable. He made such a tempting sight. Alvin hadn’t been
prepared for Hiccup to make such a move so soon after their last tussle but he
was far from complaining. He rather enjoyed the enticing sight before him.
Stripping his clothes he ran a hand down the boy’s arm to his elbow and then
over his hip and down to his prosthetic and shook his head and bemusement. The
fake leg was a necessity for the boy to get around and added a strange beauty
to Hiccup’s movements but it was distracting at the same time. After sleeping
with Hiccup a few times with the contraption in place Alvin decided tonight
wouldn’t be one of them. Besides, it would do the youth good to learn to rely
on himself instead of the prosthetic and Nightfury. He removed the artificial
leg and put it aside then rather than wake the boy and ravish him, as he wanted
to, he climbed into bed next Hiccup, covered them both and went to sleep, his
body and mind too tired from disciplining yet another Outcast who was
complaining now that they were only hours away from Rome. He almost had another
mutiny on his hands, the few remaining disgruntle men threatening to charge the
cabin and throw Hiccup overboard if Alvin didn’t turn the ship around right
then and there. Well needless to say the ship was now three men lighter and
Hiccup was safely asleep. There was no telling what those three would have done
had they actually made it into the room and found Hiccup in such a state and
Alvin didn’t even want imagine it. It was one thing for him to fuck the boy –
whenever he or Hiccup decided to finally take that step – but it was clearly
another for anyone else.
Wrapping an arm around his young lover, he pulled Hiccup close and rested his
chin on Hiccup’s head. He had a problem, he realized with a worried frown. He
was falling in love with his enemy’s son. This wasn’t just about training
dragons or crippling Berk by taking Stoick’s heir and their resident dragon
whisperer. No, Hiccup was his now. Even though he had yet to fuck the boy
Hiccup was his and if nothing else proved it then having the boy climb into his
bed of his own free will, absolutely naked and breathtaking did.
Tomorrow…tomorrow he would commemorate their arrival to Rome by taking Hiccup’s
virginity. And judging by the youth’s enthusiasm he was sure Hiccup wouldn’t
put up a fight. In fact he suspected he could have the boy ride him and do all
the work with a happy smile. Ah…the things he had planned for his little dragon
rider once they reached their destination.
***** Chapter 10 *****
Life As I Knew It 10
Alvin awoke to the nearly forgotten sensation of someone curiously stroking his
face as if trying to map out every contour. He knew at once the small calloused
fingers belonged to Hiccup but he kept his eyes closed and let the boy do as he
wanted and tried not to laugh when the youth found a ticklish spot. It had been
so long since he took a bed mate who actually wanted to touch him but as Alvin
learned since that first night weeks ago Hiccup was starved for affection.
Being the chief’s son and the village odd ball cost him dearly and it didn’t
help that the boy’s mother had been missing since the time he was a babe. Ah,
Stoick had no clue the treasure he had lost in Hiccup and not just for his
dragon training talents. While Hiccup was defiant, sassy, cunning and extremely
stubborn he was still a very lonely boy looking for someone to love him for him
and not because he could train dragons. And Dear All-Father, Alvin was almost
certain he was.
He tried hiding his smile as those tricking little fingers spread out over his
heart and tangled in his chest hair. Then there was a hesitant press of lips
against his and he couldn’t resist anymore. He brought a hand up to tangle his
finger’s in the boy’s soft auburn hair and hold him in place as he returned the
innocent kiss with something full of dark promises. The arousal he had denied
himself the night before came rushing in and he felt his cock stiffen with
need.
“You’re going to be the death of me, boy,” he growled menacingly against
Hiccup’s lips and grinned at the momentary fright in Hiccup’s eyes before they
filled with bravado and that wonderful defiant strike reared its head.
“Really? A big strong Viking like you is afraid of a fishbone like me? I’m
flattered,” Hiccup teased with a smirk. He moved so that he was straddling
Alvin’s belly and leaned on his forearms. “You’re not exactly as threatening as
your name suggests anymore, are you?”
Alvin growled, feeling a rush of blood leave his head to fill his cock and
bring it to full attention. “You have no idea,” he bit out, tempted to tell
this little wisp of a boy about the three men he had killed to protect him and
his dragon. But perhaps that in itself proved how much he had softened due to
Hiccup.
Hiccup only grinned childishly as he put his full weight on his arms. All of a
sudden the grin faded and he looked very shy again, as if the bravado from
moments ago was all an act and this was the real Hiccup, scared, unsure and
almost desperate for someone to tell him he was doing the right thing. He
glanced sideways toward Toothless but the dragon that was normally up and
jumping around by now to get outside had turned his back on his rider. Hiccup
frowned at him in annoyance before plastering on a determined look.
“So…I was wondering…” he began, his voice having a slight quiver.
Ah, here it came. Alvin ran his hands up and down Hiccup’s thighs
encouragingly. He had been waiting for this moment ever since Hiccup first gave
in to his curiosity. “Yes?”
“Does it hurt?” the boy asked instead, letting his fear and worry get the best
of him. “Gobber says it does sometimes…if you don’t have the right partner, and
well…I mean you’re a hell of a lot bigger than me. No offense.”
Alvin only chuckled and squeezed Hiccup’s hips and rear. “Ah…now there’s the
question, isn’t it? Hmm…well we do have a bit of a size difference, don’t we?
And I’m not just saying that because I’m a little fat…”
Hiccup gave a snort of laughter and received a hard slap on the rear for it
causing him to yelp.
“…and you’re built like a walking fishbone but also because you have this
little boy cock while I’m built like a…”
“Whale?” Hiccup offered with a giggle and yelped as his ass was slapped again.
Alvin gave him a glare. “Not quite.”
Hiccup smiled innocently.
“You know you make it very hard to be a good man around you,” the Outcast chief
growled, his large hands circling Hiccup’s small waist. He was painfully hard
now and was very tempted to stop playing this little game with the boy and
finally have his way with him.
“I never asked you to,” Hiccup pointed out as he leaned forward and rested his
chin on his folded arms. “Besides, this is your fault anyway. If you had just
thrown me in the brig rather than jerk me off then we wouldn’t be in this
situation. So really you have no one to blame but yourself.”
“Hmm…” Well the kid was right there but Alvin felt no guilt whatsoever for his
actions that night. Instead he ran his hands up Hiccup’s sides to his arm pits
and back down, marveling as always how little hair he had on his beautiful
body. Other than a thin bush of pubic hair and a few strands under his pits his
body was practically hairless. “Perhaps you’re right but you are such a
temptation. Now we only have a few hours until we dock so what would you like
to do?” He looked down the length of the boy’s body and while he couldn’t see
it he could feel the boy’s dick harden against his belly. Alvin was so hard now
that he actually feared screwing the boy because he might hurt him. He needed a
moment to catch his breath especially when Hiccup bit his lower lip so cutely.
“Well I was thinking that maybe we could…you know…” the boy started before
worrying his lower lip. He glanced down Alvin’s body to the engorged cock that
was poking his rear insistently. He had never really seen it at full mast and
it seemed awfully huge compared to Hiccup’s, more than twice its size. He
swallowed hard. “Wow…uhm…I’m not sure but I think you might be built light a
dragon.”
Alvin gave a bark of laughter that was so hard it hurt. “A dragon, huh? Well
maybe you’d like to ride me then.”
Hiccup’s eyes widened and cheeks flushed beautifully as his head shot up. He
took a deep breath and opened his mouth to answer but no words came out. He
settled for an embarrassed nod but didn’t make a move to do anything more than
lay on Alvin’s chest waiting to be told what to do.
It was adorable but Hiccup’s fear meant he would be far too tight to enter. No,
Alvin needed the boy to be relaxed and horny before he could even attempt that
otherwise he would severely hurt Hiccup. Maybe if he made the boy orgasm first
to loosen his muscles. A rather exotic idea came to him, something he hadn’t
tried in maybe, many years.
“Come here,” he instructed, lifting Hiccup by his waist to shuffle him forward,
intent on sucking his small juicy dick while the boy rode his face but fate had
other plans.
A loud knock at the door startled both man and teen and Hiccup all but jumped
out of Alvin hands and back onto his belly, reaching to snatch up the nearest
blanket but he couldn’t move fast enough. The door swung open and Magnus stuck
his head in, his gaze automatically fell upon the oversize bed, fully expecting
to find his leader still asleep after a long night. And although there were
rumors of Alvin taking Hiccup as a consort until that moment he thought they
were only that, rumors. His eyes widened slightly at the sight of Hiccup
straddling Alvin, both completely naked but not really doing anything overly
sexual. It was obvious, however, by Alvin’s narrowed eyes and sneer that he had
interrupted them.
“What is it?” Alvin snarled, sounding more like a beast than a man.
Hiccup quickly covered them, his actions that of an innocent youth trying to
cover up something he obviously thought was naughty. Normally Magnus would
laugh at such a reaction but they had bigger worries at the moment.
“Sir, we’re approaching port,” he reported, knowing that despite Alvin’s
activities he would want to be informed of their location.
Toothless’s ears perked up at the announcement. He lifted his head and glanced
at the Outcasts with quizzical greengage eyes.
A huge smile spread across Alvin’s face as he shifted Hiccup onto his lap – his
cock snug between the boy’s ass cheeks and making Hiccup squeak in surprise but
not entering him. “Excellent!” he said as he sat up. “Have a message forwarded
to the Consul of our immediate arrival. We’ll be on deck shortly.”
Magnus nodded. “Aye, sir.”
“And Magnus?”
“Yes, sir?”
“Keep yer yap shut.”
Magnus’s face paled but he nodded. After last night he didn’t want to piss
Alvin off. He hurried out of the cabin and quickly went about preparing the
ship for docking and transporting the supplies needed for the remainder of
Alvin and Hiccup’s voyage.
Beaming with excitement Alvin gazed up at Hiccup with bright blue eyes. “Well
it would seem we won’t be able to have all the fun I had planned but I suppose
we could make do.”
Hiccup’s brows rose in confusion. He gave a little cry of surprise when Alvin
suddenly lay back and pulled Hiccup up until he was straddling the man’s face.
“You set the rhythm,” was all Alvin said before sucking Hiccup’s length into
his mouth.
Hiccup had to grab the wall to stay up. He didn’t quite understand what Alvin
meant by set the rhythm but some ancient instinct must have taken hold of him
as he moved his hips and thrust into the man’s mouth. Meanwhile Alvin pumped
his own length in time with Hiccup’s thrusts until they were groaning and
grunting like wild animals and yelling out their orgasms. It was fast and
powerful but not nearly as satisfying as it would have been had Alvin been able
to actually fuck the boy like he wanted. Nonetheless he held Hiccup close when
they finished and savored his taste while praising him for being such a quick
learner. He whispered in his ear once more what he had planned for the night
when he would finally make Hiccup a man.
When their hearts stopped racing Alvin cleaned them both up and handed Hiccup a
bundle of soft white fabric. “Here, put this on,” he instructed as he pulled a
larger bundle from the chest at the foot of his bed. He frowned when he
unfolded it. It was much smaller then he remembered.
“What is this?” Hiccup asked, a little perplexed as he looked the dress over.
“Do you seriously want me to wear this?”
“It’s a toga. All Romans wear them,” Alvin explained, grumpily as he tried to
figure out what he was going to do. He knew he wasn’t as small as he used to be
but he didn’t think he was that big.
“It’s a dress and it’ll swim on me. I’m not wearing it,” Hiccup declared,
throwing the toga on the bed in favor of his usual tunic and trousers.
“Yes, you are. Don’t make me burn those rags.”
Hiccup gave a snort. “Yeah, let’s see we have what…ten…fifteen minutes max
before we dock? How do you expect me to convert it into something my size in
time?”
“You’re smart, figure it out.”
Hiccup gave Alvin that look; that defiant, smartass look that both annoyed and
thrilled Alvin at the same time. It was that rebellious strike that would
always be a part of who Hiccup was. He would have taken Hiccup clothes from him
but he hadn’t estimated how efficient the boy was when it came to attaching his
prosthetic and making it to his cot where Toothless and his clothes were. He
was over half way dressed by the time Alvin turned around and gave a cocky
smile before dashing out the door with Toothless hot on his heels.
Shaking his head, Alvin decided to follow suit and just put on his regular
clothes minus the armor. There was no need to appear as an invading force to
the Romans. Perhaps as peaceable merchants and with luck the Consul will be in
route although really the notice should have been sent out a few days earlier.
He sighed. His mind had been far too preoccupied with Hiccup of late. He needed
to focus on the purpose of their adventure to Rome, on the dragon army Hiccup
was to create for him.
Amusement filled him when he walked out on deck. The Outcasts who were to
continue on with him and Hiccup were already changed into their Roman clothing
while those returning to Outcast Island were in their Peaceable ones. Things
were coming together perfectly.
“Hey squirt,” Viggo called to Hiccup as the boy and his dragon ran to the bow
as they neared the pier. He came to stand next to the boy and ruffled his hair
before throwing Toothless a fresh fish caught early that morning. “Magnificent
isn’t it?”
Hiccup nodded, his eyes wide as they sailed toward the city seemingly made of
white stone. Every building seemed to be made of some sort of stone. Every edge
looked to be perfectly squared and then there were other building far larger
than even the Great Hall on Berk that were round but in disarray adding an odd
sort of beauty to the bustling city. Hundreds of ships were docked at port with
people racing up and down piers loading and unloading wares. It was so unlike
Berk or any other tribe of the Archipelago with the exception of Berserker
Island that was the main military presence among the local tribes. No, this was
completely different. It was unlike anything he had ever seen before. There
must be more people in this one city than in all of the Archipelago.
Toothless seemed more lively than he had been in weeks and he flexed his now
healed wing as he bounced about in excitement the closer they came to the
docks. Hiccup reached out to scratch his head but as the boat came alongside
the service dock the Nightfury suddenly launched himself over the side and ran
off.
“Toothless!” Hiccup yelled, giving chase without a second thought. He ran
toward the gangplank that wasn’t even lowered yet and vaulted over the side,
landing with ease on the dock and then running at full speed after his friend.
“Toothless!”
“Hiccup!” Viggo yelled after the boy, surprised by just how fast the boy moved.
He ran toward the side of the ship followed by two other men in hopes of
catching up to Hiccup before rage took hold of Alvin and made a mess out of
everything. He didn’t want to see Hiccup on Alvin’s bad side.
Unfortunately Alvin was already in a rage at the sight of Hiccup running off,
his old angry self coming back at the thought that the boy was trying to make
an escape. He snarled angrily and leapt onto the dock before his men did. Then
he ran after Hiccup, shoving men and women out of his way. He was not going to
lose Hiccup. Not before the boy trained his dragons. Not before he marked
Hiccup as his.
Following someone as small as Hiccup through a crowd like what was on the pier
was challenging but the screams of people yelling out “DRAGON!” gave him a good
sense of direction and if that wasn’t enough the sudden rush of Roman soldiers
was a dead giveaway. What felt like a life time mustn’t have been more than ten
minutes and Alvin nearly stumbled in the plaza as soldiers cornered Hiccup and
Toothless.
Hiccup was oblivious to the danger they were in. He was desperately trying to
calm Toothless down, his hands raised as he spoke soothingly. “Hey bud,” he
said softly as he neared his frightened and confused friend. The mass amount of
people and high building were scaring his friend and if Hiccup wasn’t so
focused on Toothless it may have been a little overwhelming for him as well.
“It’s okay. We’re okay. Come on. We need to go back.”
The dragon only growled in response and for a moment Hiccup feared that his
best friend was actually mad at him and only realized in the last moment that
they were surrounded by tall men covered in armor with deeply tanned skin and
most with dark hair and eyes.
“Ah…hi,” Hiccup squeaked, raising a hand to keep Toothless from attacking.
There were too many people and if Toothless started firing plasma blasts people
were going to get hurt including them. He raked his brain for the Latin lessons
his grandfather, Old Wrinkly, taught him when he was little. His father had
always been against him learning other languages stating Norse was the only
language worth knowing. But with the Romans once trying to take control of the
Archipelago it was always good to be prepared, according to Old Wrinkly at
least. “We mean no harm?” he tried, his Latin a little rusty.
Oops, that didn’t go over so well. A dozen spears were suddenly pointed at
them.
“Step away from the dragon,” the captain ordered, stepping forward and offering
his right hand to Hiccup as if trying to save a wayward youth.
Hiccup’s eyes widened and he glanced from the man to Toothless and back. “I
think we have a bit of a misunderstanding. This is my dragon.”
“Dragons are not pets, son. Come with me and we’ll deal with it,” the captain
said soothingly.
Hiccup shook his head franticly. If Toothless had his gear on then they could
have flown to safety but here they were cornered with a bunch of armed men
mistaking Toothless for an injured wild dragon that he was trying to help.
“Stand down,” a familiar voice called over the ding of the crowd.
Everyone seemed to freeze as a large man waddled throw the crowd with a small
team of young slave boys. It took a moment or two for Hiccup to recognize who
this man was for he hadn’t seen him since he was a boy but there was no
mistaking him even though he wasn’t nearly as fat as he once was. The Consul
that once ruled Fort Sinister.
The captain tried to urge the consul to stay back and that Toothless was
dangerous and Hiccup obviously not well mentally to be protecting such a
creature but the consul waved him off. “Nonsense,” he said in a purr. “Do you
not know what a wondrous guest we have before us? This is Hiccup Horrendous
Haddock the Third, Viking prince and dragon whisperer. He and his friend are
our honored guests.” He smiled broadly at Hiccup and offered his hand much as
the captain had moments earlier.
Despite his jolly demeanor the consul was about as friendly as an angry
Skulldron and less trust worthy. Hiccup stepped back toward Toothless and
looked around. He spotted Viggo and the other Outcasts amongst the crowd but
being shoved back by the soldiers like the rest of the populous, mistaken as
Romans due to their attire. Viggo was gesturing for him to keep his mouth shut
and stay with Toothless. That would have been great if Alvin didn’t ruin it
all.
The Outcasts leader stormed into the fry without a care in the world for the
Roman’s soldiers’ reactions. He shoved the spears aside as if they were toys
and headed straight for Hiccup. Grabbing the boy’s arm he gave Hiccup a shake.
“Have you lost your mind?” he demanded, raising one hand to back hand the boy.
Toothless snarled and prepared a plasma blast but before he could shoot Alvin
the man threw Hiccup into him. Hiccup gave a cry as he hit his friend and then
the cobber stone ground. “I was trying to stop Toothless,” he snapped back,
more upset than hurt. He hadn’t expected Alvin to get so mad just because he
was trying to catch Toothless.
The man snatched a spear from one of the soldiers and raised it, his intent
clear. He was finally going to rid himself of the Nightfury.
“NO!” Hiccup screamed, keeping between the man and dragon. “Alvin, no! He was
just a little stir crazy after over a month trapped on the ship. We both are.
Please…”
The consul watched in amusement before placing a large hand on Alvin’s arm.
“You’ve had a long journey, my friend. Why not deal with this in the privacy of
my villa?” he offered with a soothing smile. He was much larger than Alvin, a
monster of a man, not only fat but also a few inches taller.
Alvin was snorting like a wilder beast but he threw the spear aside and waited
for his men to tie Toothless up, Hiccup keeping the animal calm so that none of
the onlookers got hurt and then grabbed the boy by the arm and followed the
consul to a waiting carriage. He was none too gentle, his anger getting the
best of him. He threw Hiccup inside and climbed in after him, ignoring the
angry snarls and roars from Toothless as the dragon was loaded onto a cart and
pulled behind. Hiccup would pay for this treachery once they were alone.
. . .
It was quiet, too quiet, Snotlout decided as he lounged back on Hookfang’s neck
and stared up at the blue sky. Astrid had tried keeping the academy running and
everyone focused as they waited for Stoick and Gobber to return with Hiccup but
it had been well over a month and rumors had begun that Hiccup may be dead and
training had declined. Not even Fishlegs could bring himself to attend her
classes and he was one of Hiccup’s biggest supporters. Of course the twins got
bored and went about their own thing but as crazy as the duo was Snotlout had
no doubt they were feeling guilty for not treating Hiccup better. And Astrid
had become distraught and was keeping to herself. Her parents had caught her
twice trying to load supplies on Stormfly in some wayward attempt to search for
Hiccup herself. Now she was grounded from dragon rider until she got her head
on straight. As for Snotlout he was bored. Usually he would take such boredom
out on his younger cousin by teasing him or challenging him over something
silly such as who was the rightful heir to the Hairy Hooligans or a race around
Berk that Hiccup would usually win – yeah, he knew Hiccup let him win the
Thawfest race but he wasn’t going to call the other boy out on it. But now that
Snotlout was next in line to be chief he wasn’t as happy as he thought he would
be. He missed his stupid cousin and the way he ran the academy and seemed able
to keep all the dragons in line and inspire people even if the kid didn’t
realize it. Snotlout hated to admit it, even to himself, but Hiccup was a
better leader than him. He knew how to get people to work together and had a
way with dragons Snotlout could never hope to master. Berk needed Hiccup and
Stoick because even Spitelout was struggling to lead the tribe. Spitelout was a
great warrior and knew how to lead in a battle but the everyday chief duties
were another thing completely and if he was hoping for his brother’s return
soon.
Funny how that worked. Spitelout was always going on about how much of a better
chief he would be compared to Stoick and how Snotlout should be heir and here
neither of them could handle the duties their counterparts seemed to excel at.
Snotlout shook his head with a snort of bemusement. When Hiccup came home – if
he ever came home – things would automatically go back to how things used to be
and they would go back to their usual bickering and oddly enough Snotlout
missed that more than anything. He missed his cousin and rival.
“We’ll go find him,” he suddenly announced, gaining an odd look from Hookfang
when the dragon turned his long red neck to look at him. “No, no… Hear me out,
this will be perfect. What pisses Hiccup off more than when I have to pull his
scrawny ass out of whatever trouble he got into this time? It’ll be perfect! I
can show him up and get him safely home at the same time. Rome can’t be that
big right? It’s just some small city on the mainland, right?”
Hookfang rolled his eyes and laid his head back on the rock he had been using
as a pillow and ignored his rider’s silliness. But when Snotlout got a plan in
his head it was next to impossible to change his mind.
The young man went in search of the other riders and told them his plan,
expecting them to fall in line as they would with Hiccup. He was sadly mistaken
and their reactions were not what he anticipated.
“You do realize Rome is thousands of miles from here,” Astrid pointed out, her
slim arms folded across her chest.
“Yeah, and crawling with Romans doing Roman things,” Tuffnut added gaining a
laugh from his twin sister. “What? They are right?”
“Idiot,” Ruffnut grumbled.
Fishlegs rubbed his hands worriedly. “And Rome isn’t just some small village
it’s huge! Johann once told me there’s over a million people living there and
at least one tenth of the population is soldiers.”
“So?” Snotlout asked in annoyance. “We have dragons.”
“Ah yeah, four out of six,” Astrid pointed out as if Snotlout couldn’t count.
“So?”
“They have thousands,” Fishlegs answered for Astrid. “They’ve been using
dragons to conquer most of the Known world. They unleash a hoard of dragons
first to scare and confused their enemies before sending in legions of
soldiers. The only reason they haven’t overrun us yet is because we were used
to hunting dragons.”
Snotlout’s face suddenly brightened. “You just said something brilliant!”
The larger boy’s eyes narrowed in confusion. “Let’s find where they’ve been
sending their dragons and follow them back to Rome. Our dragons could easily
pose as theirs and we just ride in with the herd. They’ll never see us coming.
They don’t actually ride their dragons yet, do they?”
“Not that I know of,” Fishlegs admitted.
“That’s brilliant!” Astrid said with a large smile, surprised that Snotlout
could come up with such a plan.
“Wait, are we riding our dragons or theirs?” Tuffnut asked, a little confused.
“Ours, nitwit,” Ruffnut answered with a roll of her eyes.
Her brother frowned at her. “I’m just checking. What if they don’t have our
breed of dragons down south? What if they’re different? We might get spotted.”
The other teens groaned at the very real possibility that they might encounter
dragons they never saw before.
Snotlout shrugged his broad shoulders. “I guess we’ll deal with that problem
when it arises.”
Astrid gave a nod of agreement. “When to we go?”
“Now. Johann’s due in two days. We’ll hit him up for supplies and a map then go
across the mainland in a direct route to Rome. Fishlegs, you’ll be in charge of
the map,” Snotlout said like a true leader.
“What about our parents?” Fishlegs asked with sudden worry.
“I’ll have Johann deliver a letter to my father as soon as we’re far enough for
no one to stop us,” Snotlout explained. He puffed out his chest rather proud of
himself for being able to issue orders without anyone really questioning him.
Yep, this will show Hiccup just what happens when he decides to run off and get
caught by Outcasts and Snotlout has to pull his ass out of the fire yet again.
***** Chapter 11 *****
Life As I Knew It 11
He was in trouble, he knew that and Hiccup decided it best to sit as far from
Alvin as possible until the big man calmed down. Sadly that put him right
beside the consul and that man was extremely big even if he had lost some
weight since the last time they met, at least according to the consul. Hiccup
wasn’t so sure about that. But even that little discomfort didn’t stop him from
peering out the window and staring in amazement at the architecture all around
them or stop the endless questions that came bubbling out of him unheeded, even
when Alvin grumpily told him to zip it. The consul answered them all merrily,
chuckling at how quizzical Hiccup’s mind was and ribbing Alvin for not bringing
Hiccup to him sooner.
“I just captured him six weeks ago, consul,” Alvin grumbled, leaning his chin
on the palm of his hand as he watched the scenery pass by.
Hiccup only shook his head and glanced back out his window. When they left the
city they passed many farms and small towns and what Hiccup had assumed to be
an half hour ride turned into many hours and soon his excitement ebbed and he
grew bored and tired wondering if Toothless was okay. He leaned his head
against the wall of the coach and dosed off, only half hearing what was being
said between the two men.
“He’s grown,” the consul observed as he gazed down at the youth next to him.
“Still a noodle but starting to fill out a little.”
Alvin glanced away from the window to regard his young lover. He really hadn’t
had a chance to notice how much Hiccup had grown since the first time they met
any years ago. Yes, he had noticed when he attacked Berk months ago that Hiccup
was older but compared to the other teens he was still a runt. He was small,
lanky and couldn’t weigh more than ninety pounds soaking wet. He supposed the
boy had filled out a little and was beginning to look a little more like his
father in Stoick’s younger days.
He shrugged and looked back out the window. “I suppose.”
The consul laughed merrily and searched his old friend’s face. “And exactly
what are your plans for the young lad?”
“I told you we’re here to train dragons.”
“Ah…and they no longer have dragons in the Archipelago?”
Alvin took a deep breath. “Stoick won’t be able to find him here,” he answered
with a tired sigh. His anger at Hiccup was dissolving but there was still the
pang of betrayal. He had given Hiccup everything, everything, only to have the
boy forget it all try escaping with his blasted dragon. He really should put
the beast down while he had the chance and Hiccup was asleep and unable to stop
him. However that would surely destroy what little trust Hiccup had in him.
Frowning he glared out over the landscape.
“I know that look, my friend. You’ve only had that look once before, a very
long time ago,” the consul said, his voice very gentle. “You like this boy.”
Alvin gave a snort but didn’t answer.
“Ah…I see.”
Silence reigned for the rest of the journey and when Hiccup awoke it was late
afternoon and he was hungry. He wasn’t given much time to take in the fabulous
view of the villa and its numerous buildings, temples, pools, or gardens, nor
was he given a chance to see where Toothless was taken. He tried to yell out
for his friend or even offer advice to Viggo whom he knew would be the one in
charge of the Nightfury – at least he hoped. Alvin held his arm and led him
around as if he knew the place and it didn’t take a genius to know Hiccup was
still in trouble for running after Toothless as he did but Hiccup was not going
to apologize for trying to protect his best friend, perhaps his only friend.
Hiccup fought hard not to trip and tried harder not to get annoyed when the
consul continuously chided Alvin for being too harsh. Yeah, Alvin was being a
little bit of an ass right now but the consul pointing it out over and over
again was only making things worse and Hiccup’s arm was starting to sting in
with the warning signs of what was sure to be a nasty bruise.
It was almost a relief when they finally stopped in front of an ornate door and
the consul opened it with a flourish. “Now this will be your room, Prince
Hiccup,” the heavy set man said with a broad smile as Alvin all but shoved
Hiccup inside after him.
Hiccup stumbled inside, nearly tripping over his own feet as he tried to right
himself. Once he did his mouth fell open in shock and he could do nothing but
stare. “This…this is bigger than my entire hut,” he babbled, certain there was
some mistake. The room was huge, nearly double the size of the hut he shared
with his father and so much brighter. The walls were made of some sort of
stone…marble perhaps? And the windows were large enough for him to not only sit
on but stand up straight. Best of all there were no bars like back in Fort
Sinister. And he could see out over to court yard to what appeared to be a
dragon training facility across the way where Toothless was no doubt taken.
There was a small balcony as well and Hiccup made a mental note to use it as in
an escape plan or way to sneak off to see Toothless at night. Hell, there was
no reason for Toothless to be locked up when there was enough room for him and
four or five other dragons and riders to all sleep comfortably.
If that wasn’t mind blowing enough the way the room was lavishly decorated did.
An oversize bed that dwarfed the one in Alvin ship dominated the right side of
the room and was covered in silks and countless pillows. A sitting area was in
the center and where they stood now and then there was a dining area with a
large table loaded with fruits, breads and cheeses Hiccup had never seen
before.
“There has to be some sort of mistake,” Hiccup said when he could think again.
“Is this all for me? Alvin and I are sharing, right?”
The consul gave a full belly laugh. “There is no mistake, young Prince. You are
an honored guest here. This is all for you and only you. Eat your fill and
rest. We will celebrate yours and Alvin’s arrival later this evening with a
feast.” He patted Hiccup’s shoulder before turning away and heading toward the
door. “Alvin, old friend, your rooms have been freshly cleaned and sheets
laundered but otherwise the same as you left them. So tell me about your trip…”
he went on as he and Alvin left Hiccup to his own devices.
Hiccup looked around still a little bewildered by this strange turn of events.
“Stay put,” Alvin ordered, sticking his head back in the room and giving the
youth a steely gaze. He pointed to the balcony. “That’s for viewing not
climbing. There are hundreds of guards protecting the villa. If you try
sneaking out to see that dragon of yours and they don’t catch you I will and
you’re not going to like the consequences either way.”
Hiccup swallowed hard. Sometimes it was as if Alvin could read his mind…or
maybe being given such freedom also brought along the obvious need to be
reminded it came at a price. Hiccup only rolled his eyes in annoyance. “Yeah, I
hadn’t even got that far in planning my escape let alone busting Toothless out.
Next time give me a few extra minutes to take this all in before setting the
rules.”
Alvin looked confused by this and just stared at him for a few moments. Then,
as if having been told the greatest joke he gave a laugh and shook his head. “I
don’t think I will ever understand you. Behave and in a day or two he can come
live in here with you. And change into something more appropriate. It’s far too
hot here for you to be dressed as you are. You’re the heir to your tribe not
some street rat.”
Hiccup opened his mouth to comment that if anyone looked out of place it was
Alvin but he didn’t want the man any angrier than he already was. Happiness
filled him when the consul dragged the Outcast chief away like two old friends.
Of course the door was locked behind them but Hiccup really didn’t care. He
couldn’t help but be enchanted by this strange stone room with its unique
furnishings. He absently walked to the table, his hunger leading the way. He
eyed the food for a moment, wondering who and why someone would set up so much
food for him when the consul was only supposed to have learned of their arrival
the night before. But he didn’t give it much thought as he found a fruit that
resembled an apple only slightly darker and bit into it as he wandered toward
the balcony. His steps faltered as a bitter sweet taste filled his pallet and
he looked down at the fruit. Definitely not an apple but good nonetheless. He
would have to ask Alvin or Viggo about it later. It also triggered his hunger
until it was all consuming and he returned to the table to try the other foods,
many of which he enjoyed while a few me put aside to try again at a later date,
either because they were too bitter or just not something he enjoyed.
As he munched on cheese he inspected the room, finding it more and more
outlandish by the moment. What was he supposed to do in a room this size, host
a party for all of Rome? Tomorrow…tomorrow he would convince the consul to let
Toothless stay with him and if that didn’t work…well he knew how to convince
Alvin and he was sure he could use that to his advantage even if it wasn’t
something he would normally do. He only hoped Toothless could handle one night
wherever he was.
. . .
Toothless was not happy. Not only was he surrounded by Outcasts but now foul
smelling Romans who kept poking him with spears as they forced him into a large
cage with a bunch of smaller dragons. He growled at them and swung his tail,
knocking one or two aside.
“Whoa…whoa…” Viggo yelled, raising his hands to calm the Nightfury down. “Easy,
boy. It’s alright. I know you don’t like cages but you need to do this for
Hiccup. I promise it’s only for a night or two.” He rubbed his hands over
Toothless’s head in what he hoped was a soothing way. “I promised Hiccup I’d do
everything in my power to protect you. Please, just do as I ask so I can
protect you both.”
Toothless grumbled sadly and then gave a whine but he did as Viggo asked if
only to ensure Hiccup’s safety. He would do anything for Hiccup as he was sure
his rider would do for him. They were separated right now but soon they would
be reunited and then they would take down Alvin and anyone who tried to stop
them…as long as Hiccup didn’t give into to his growing curiosity.
***** Chapter 12 *****
Life As I Knew It 12
“What exactly are your plans for the boy?” the consul asked as he lounged back
in his baby pool, the warm water lapping against him with every movement of the
slave riding him. Since meeting Hiccup only hours ago he had needed some form
of relief. He had grabbed the first slave boy he had seen and taken him to the
bath house along with Alvin, offering his old friend the slave of his choice.
Alvin obviously needed a little release as well.
The Outcast of course picked a boy that closely resembled Hiccup in age and
height. The hair was much darker as was the skin tone but if Alvin closed his
eyes he could pretend it was Hiccup’s sweet little ass he was finally
plundering. “I don’t know,” he admitted. He had plans for Hiccup, many great
and wondrous plans but it seemed as if all that blew up in his face when the
boy had run off after Toothless. A part of him knew he was only trying to save
his friend but another still wanted to believe that he had been running away,
that the dragon was trying to lead him away. He sighed as he rocked his hips
into the slave bent over the edge of the large bathing pool. “My plan was to
have him train my dragons and make him one of my Outcasts.”
“But…”
“He’s so much like his father. Stubborn, hotheaded and so opinionated about
everything.” He gave a laugh, feeling tired and a little giddy after such a
long and stressful voyage. “He’s a born leader, not a follower. There were days
he couldn’t even follow the simplest orders but my crew? Over half of them
would bend over backwards for him and follow anything he said. He could have
told them all to jump overboard and they’d probably do it. He’s…he’s the most
confusing and alluring person I’ve ever met.”
“If I didn’t know better I would think you were in love with the boy,” the
consul said with a smirk. He hummed softly and rotated his hips slightly.
“Faster,” he instructed the boy riding him. He glanced back at Alvin,
continuing to talk as if neither slave were there or even mattered. “Ah, my
friend, you have an age old problem. If you want this boy simply make him
yours.”
“It’s not so simple…his father and I are…were friends once. Very close friends.
Had things happened differently in my youth he would be my godson,” Alvin
explained, finding no pleasure in the slave he had been fucking. He pulled out
and shoved the boy away before sitting on the long marble bench and twined his
fingers together on his lap.
“Is that what has held you back?”
Alvin gave a snort then let out his breath slowly. “Perhaps. I don’t know. I
want him. You have no idea how bad I want him but I don’t want a slave or
someone bending to my will like some mindless servant or even a consort. I want
him to stand next to me as my equal. I want a mate and parent. I want someone I
know can lead should something happen to me.”
“You can’t have an heir and a lover… Well not as you hope with Hiccup.” Consul
pointed out as he ran a hand down his slave’s side like the boy was a beloved
pet. “So I’m guessing you’ve been letting him come to you? That must be
painful. Well let me help you hurry this along then. What does Hiccup like
besides dragons?”
Alvin wasn’t sure. In the six weeks they had been together he hadn’t really had
much time to get to know Hiccup as much as he wanted. He knew the boy liked to
play chess and draw – Hiccup had gotten bored and “borrowed” the new log book
he had Magnus purchase at one of the ports to sketch in and while Alvin was
angered by this he decided to let Hiccup keep it and simply bought another at
the next port. The boy loved to write and create his own tall-tales but enjoyed
a story as well. In fact Hiccup had read every single book in Alvin’s cabin.
“Reading,” he whispered, as if the answer should have been obvious. “He loves
the written word, probably due to Berks lack of books. There was some silly
band on books for the longest time throughout the Archipelago. Hiccup has a
tendency for breaking the rules.”
Consul just laughed. He closed his eyes and grunted as he grabbed the boy on
his lap. Several long seconds passed and then he let out a puff of air and
dismissed the youth. The two slaves scurried away as fast as their knobby legs
would carry them. Neither man gave them a second thought as they lounged back
in the water.
“I have libraries full of books that will inspire his young mind for years to
come,” consul pondered. “I can give him full access but I don’t that is the
inspiration you’re looking for.”
“No,” Alvin agreed.
Silenced reigned for several long minutes. “Well there are aphasiacs that we
can add to his food,” consul offered.
Alvin gave him a doubtful look.
“Here me out,” the Roman insisted, raising one hand to silence his friend’s
objections. “He does not know our ways or the foods we delight in. It would be
nothing to introduce him to some of our finer delicacies. Perhaps a little
oyster in honey sauce? Or pomegranates? If that doesn’t work there’s always a
makeover.”
“All he needs is a change of clothes and he’ll be fine.”
“I wasn’t talking about him.”
Alvin ran a hand over his face. This was an old argument and one the consul
almost always won. “I’m not cutting my hair or shaving.”
The consul didn’t look offended and he gave a big smile. “I’m just saying you’d
look a lot younger and more appealing if you took better care of yourself.”
“This coming from you,” Alvin grumbled but he begun to seriously consider it.
Maybe the fact that he looked just like any other red blooded Viking could be a
turn off for Hiccup. Maybe the boy needed something different.
The consul scratched the stubble on his chin thoughtfully. “Of course we might
be all wrong about this.”
Alvin raised a brow.
“Hiccup may be an Oracle. After all how many people do you know who can speak
Dragonese?” consul reasoned. He smiled sweetly at Alvin. “If that’s the case it
may be a sin to even touch the boy let alone take his virginity.”
Shaking his head Alvin rolled his eyes and gave a snort. “Is that the new
‘Christianity nonsense your politicians have been selling to the populace?”
The other man shrugged. “Just a thought.”
“You want the boy for yourself,” Alvin pointed out, not fool enough to think
his old friend was trying to protect Hiccup’s virginity when he had a whole
harem of young boys Hiccup’s age.
The consul gave another shrug, as if it didn’t matter one way or another.
Alvin sighed and clambered out of the pool, deciding he was clean enough even
if he didn’t truly wash. He snatched a towel from one of the servants and dried
off. As much fun as it was to talk with the consul he would much rather spend
his time with Hiccup. Besides he still needed to punish the boy for his actions
earlier that morning. He still wasn’t quite sure how he planned to do that yet.
A yawn escaped him, reminding him of how little sleep he had the last few
weeks. He ran a hand through his tangled hair and momentarily debated the
consul’s advice about cutting it and his beard. Maybe it was time for a change,
after all the three Outcasts staying in Rome with him and Hiccup would be doing
so as well.
Sparing the consul a glance he dressed in his new robes then headed back to the
palazzo and up to Hiccup’s room where the candles still burned brightly. He
walked through the corridors as if by second nature, knowing every twist and
turn like the back of his hand. Once, long ago after being exiled from Berk, he
had spent several years living here trying to find himself. His mother had a
small cabin not far from the villa and had once served the consul as an Oracle
which is why Alvin doubted Hiccup was one. Well he could be, Alvin reasoned as
he neared the boy’s room. After all how else could one ninety pound boy defeat
his army over and over again without so much as breaking a sweat? His fist
rested on the door, unable to knock as an age old superstition halted his hand.
Hiccup seemed able to command and tame dragons with little difficulty. What if
he was an Oracle? What if by taking the boy he destroyed Hiccup’s gift? Then
he’d never have his dragon army and will never conquer Berk.
He shook his head and shoved such foolish thoughts away. It wasn’t magic that
control the dragons but Hiccup’s personality that eased them. As long as Hiccup
had peace of mind so did the dragons he tamed. The consul was just messing with
him in order to have Hiccup for himself like he had that young Egyptian boy he
had taken a fancy to many years ago and Alvin was not fool enough to fall for
the same ploy twice. No, Hiccup was his and his alone. He would not allow his
friendship and rivalry with the consul change that. No one was taking Hiccup
innocence but him.
He didn’t bother knocking. Opening the door he expected to see Hiccup either
rummaging around eating or even making some fool attempt to escape to his
dragon but the room was still and silent and for a brief enraging moment he
thought Hiccup had escaped. His eyes narrowed as he stormed to the balcony and
looked over the edge, searching for a rope made of knotted sheets tied to one
of the spindles. There was none and everything seemed normal down below. His
brows furrowed in confusion as his gaze roamed over the courtyard. Confused he
walked back inside and nearly stormed out of the room when he caught sight of
the small form on the vastly oversized bed. Of course he wouldn’t have seen
Hiccup there of all places. The bed was far too big and Hiccup looked like a
small child under the sheets rather than a teen. Hell, a grown man would look
like a child in that bed.
A smile tugged at Alvin’s lips as he crawled onto the bed and next to Hiccup.
The boy made a small mewing sound and shifted slightly as Alvin ran his fingers
down the boy’s back. “You didn’t change like I told you to,” Alvin purred as
his fingers slid under the boy’s shirt and over soft skin.
Hiccup only shifted in his sleep, not waking to the tender touches.
Alvin frowned and flopped on the bed next to him. So much for sex. He was
tempted to simply pull the boy’s pants down and fuck him senseless but that
would defeat the purpose of tying the boy to him, of making Hiccup want him.
Rolling onto his side he placed his cheek in his hand and studied the boy’s
backside. Obviously Hiccup was just as exhausted as he was from their long
voyage and it didn’t look as if he would be awake in time for the banquet
consul had planned. Perhaps they could delay the celebration for another day.
Nonetheless Alvin couldn’t ignore his arousal that could not be quelled by the
slave boy the consul had given him. No, what he wanted – needed – was Hiccup.
Running his fingers down his intended’s spine he hummed softly. “Hiccup,” he
said gently, smiling when the boy murmured in his sleep and shifted. “Come on,
lad, time to wake up.”
The boy rolled over and nuzzled his pillow, seeming for all the world as if he
would not wake up. With a sleepy yawn he cracked opened his eyes and gazed up
at Alvin. “What time is it?” he asked in a slurred voice.
“Nearly dinner time,” Alvin answered, his smile growing at the cute way Hiccup
looked so exhausted and sleepy. He touched the boy’s cheek lovingly. He was
really starting to enjoy having Hiccup like this, so sweet and innocent and not
nearly the smart mouth he would normally be when they were on opposing sides.
Hiccup gave another yawn. “Yeah…the banquet. Do you think the consul would be
mad if I skip it?”
“Probably.”
The boy took a deep breath and closed his eyes. “Thought so.” He gave a shrug
and closed his eyes. “Oh well.”
Alvin chuckled as he cupped the back of Hiccup’s head and pulled him close so
he could kiss his temple. “You’re a bad influence on me, you know that don’t
you? Alright, we’ll skip the banquet,” Not that he was planning to go anyway.
“and spend the night here.”
“Sounds like a plan.”
Alvin waited, his hand moving up and down Hiccup’s arm soothingly. He should
let the boy sleep, Hiccup obviously needed it but his groin twisted with need
and he knew he couldn’t wait any longer. “Hiccup,” he started again, giving
Hiccup’s shoulder a little shake. “Hiccup, wake up.”
“Hmm?”
The man grinned. This might be far easier than he planned. He leaned down to
brush his lips over the boy’s ear. “I want you,” he whispered in husky voice
that had the desired effect.
A shiver ran down Hiccup’s body before sleep green orbs blinked open.
“Wha…what?” he whispered as looked up at him. He blinked the last visages of
sleep away and got up on his elbows. Alvin never made the first move let alone
said he wanted Hiccup.
Alvin leaned in to press his lips against Hiccup’s. “You were a too much of a
tease this morning. Time to finally finish what we started.”
Hiccup bit his lower lip nervously. Now that they were finally about to do it
he was very frightened. He looked away from Alvin’s alluring eyes in an attempt
to gather his courage and nearly choked with laughter. “What are you wearing?”
he demanded then quickly covered his mouth to try and hide his laughter. The
look Alvin gave him only made him laugh harder and he rolled away before Alvin
could swat him. “You’re actually wearing a toga? I thought you joking! No
offense, but you don’t have the legs for it…or the gut! Ah! I said no offense!
He, he… Oh come, shave the beard and you’d make a very pretty girl.”
“Hiccup!” Alvin snapped, climbing off the bed and chasing after the boy. Hiccup
was still laughing at him as if this was a merry old game and acting more
childish than Alvin had ever seen him. He gave a howl of laughter when the man
finally caught him around the waist and lifted him off the ground. “You’re a
gluten for attention, aren’t you?” he teased, rubbing his beard into the
junction between Hiccup’s neck and shoulder.
Pushing aside the food on the table he sat the boy down and gave Hiccup a
serious look. “Now it’s time to be serious,” he said sternly as he cupped the
boy’s face to make him look at him. Hiccup bit back a giggle and met his gaze.
“I want you to train my dragon,” Alvin said with a lift of his lips.
Hiccup looked confused. “I already agreed to that,” he said.
It was Alvin’s turn to laugh. “No, not those dragons.” He tilted Hiccup’s face
up so they were eye to eye. “I mean I want you to ride my dragon.” And if that
wasn’t obvious enough he took the boy’s hand and pressed it against his bulge.
When Hiccup’s eyes widened in fear he smiled encouragingly. “Don’t worry,
darling, I’ll take it slow and prepare you properly. It’ll hurt, I won’t lie
about that, but I’ll be as gentle as possible.”
The boy worried his lower lip for several minutes before finally nodding.
“Alright,” he agreed. After all he had gone this far and Alvin had only brought
him pleasure. He raised his arms when Alvin instructed and let the man strip
off his tunic and then his trousers. He was expecting to be told to lay down
but Alvin cupped his cheek once more and the next thing Hiccup knew they were
sharing their first real kiss. It was forceful and passionate and it took
Hiccup’s breath away. He wasn’t sure to push Alvin away or cling on for more
and in the end the decision was taken away from him. Alvin gently but firmly
pushed him down on the table and kissed his way down his lanky body, pausing
long enough to suckle his nipples and turning him into a whimpering, pleading
mess. “Please…please…” he whimpered as his manhood hardened with need. His
fingers tangled in Alvin’s hair and he tried pushing his head down to where he
needed it most but the man pulled back to look Hiccup over as if judging
whether or not the boy was ready. As far as Hiccup was concerned he was as
ready as he would ever be.
To Hiccup’s surprise Alvin reached over and took a small jug from amongst the
food and pour a sticky golden substance – that Hiccup instantly recognized as
honey – over the boy’s genitals. It was warm but felt odd and Hiccup looked up
at Alvin questioningly as the man dipped his fingers into the sweet, sticky
treat.
“Not quite the best lubricant but for what I want to do it’ll be perfect,”
Alvin purred as he licked his fingers slowly and seductively as if to show what
he was about to do with Hiccup’s cock.
Hiccup swallowed and licked his lips. He opened his mouth when Alvin instructed
him to and suckled the honey off his fingers. Alvin closed his eyes and moaned
softly. Oh Hiccup’s mouth was so warm, so lovely. Soon it wouldn’t be suckling
his fingers but his cock. That sweet mouth would take his cock deep in his
throat. All he needed was to finally break the boy in. And with that thought he
pulled his fingers from the boy’s mouth and dipped them back in the honey.
“Could I see Toothless after we’re done?” the boy suddenly asked, making Alvin
pause.
Alvin tilted his head to one side in consideration. “Perhaps after we’re
done…if you’re still up to it,” he said with a nod. “Now, you’re to watch
everything I do,” he instructed as he did every time he touched the boy. He
began slowly, twirling his index finger around the boy’s puckered hole and
smearing honey and saliva before pushing in. When Hiccup gasped and his muscles
tightened Alvin paused and cooed softly, waiting until he relaxed before
continuing but unlike before Hiccup’s nervousness made progressing further hard
and Alvin decided to try another method. He took a seat between the boy’s legs,
put those legs over his shoulders – the prosthetic of the left leg would
continuously dig into his back when Hiccup wiggled – and began licking the
boy’s ass and tonguing his hole. He wiggled his tongue into that tight ring of
muscle, teasing it and taunting the muscles and grinning when Hiccup began
moaning and crying out. With his right hand he held Hiccup in place as he
tongue fucked him and with the left he began jerking the boy off. It didn’t
take long to make the boy cum, a few good tugs on his cock and swirls of his
tongue, the right amount of pressure to his prostrate and his body tensed for
only a few minutes before completely relaxing.
Alvin pulled back and smiled at his handiwork. Hiccup was laying on the table,
his chest heaving as he panted. But he did as he was told and met Alvin’s eye,
waiting for what they both knew was next. “Come here,” Alvin whispered. He
adjusted the toga and released his hard length from the confines of his
undergarments before reaching for the youth. He pulled Hiccup onto his lap as
he sat down, his raging erection standing proud between them. Hiccup was still
panting, his hair sweaty and clinging to his head. His large eyes went from
Alvin’s face to his erection and he swallowed hard. Alvin took his chin and
made him look up. “Big, huh?”
Hiccup nodded. “I don’t think it’ll fit,” he whispered as if sharing a great
secret.
Alvin chuckled. Ah, there were days when Hiccup was unbelievably cute and
naïve. “Oh it’ll fit, lad. Now there’s two ways to do this. We can lather it in
honey or…you can use your saliva and make it good and wet. It’s up to you.”
The look of fear on Hiccup’s face said enough. He wasn’t brave enough to
attempt giving head yet and Alvin could respect that. He was a very large man
in more ways than just his manhood and out of shape – another thing that had
got him thinking since starting this venture with Hiccup. So he gave Hiccup a
kiss and handed him the honey. “Make sure to give it a thick layer. We want it
to slide in and out with ease.”
The boy nodded and did as he was told. His hands were shaky and there was no
doubt of his nervousness. Once Alvin’s cock was slick with honey the man took
the jar from him and set it back on the table. Then, taking Hiccup’s hips in
both hands, he lifted the boy and made sure Hiccup’s knees were balanced
properly on either side of his hips. Then he sat back as Hiccup’s rear hovered
over his hard erection.
Hiccup held Alvin’s shoulders and took deep breathes as he tried to gather his
courage. He was going to do it…he was really going to do it. His heart pounded
as he contemplated what he was about to do. Did he really want to go through
with this? Did he really want to have sex with Alvin of all people? He squeezed
his eyes shut. Alvin who was his father’s enemy? Alvin who would use dragons to
attack innocent people? Alvin who had taken him from his home and those he
loved…those that didn’t even try to find him and Toothless and save them? Alvin
how had showed him true pleasure for the first time in his life and actually
believed in him?
His eyes snapped open and before he could find another reason not to follow
through with this he lowered himself on Alvin’s hard length. A cry of pain
escaped him as that hard piece of meat breached his opening. Tears stung his
eyes and his muscles tightened around Alvin’s length and he could go no
further. His whole body began to shake.
“Sh…” Alvin cooed, hugging Hiccup to him. He stroked the boy’s hair.
“Easy…easy… Relax. I know it hurts but you need to stay relaxed. Once it’s in
it’ll be all better, I promise.”
Hiccup shook his head and tried to pull away. “It’s too big. Or I’m too small.
I can’t…I…”
Alvin’s grip on Hiccup tightened. No, he wasn’t about to let Hiccup pull away
and stop everything he had waited so long for. He kept one hand on the youth’s
hip and wrapped the other around his shoulders and held him tightly. Then, not
giving Hiccup any warning, he thrust upward and pushed every inch of his
immense length deep into the boy’s core. Hiccup screamed but it was muffled
against Alvin’s chest. His finger nails dug into Alvin’s shoulders but what
should have hurt only stirred the man’s arousal more. The Outcast chief had a
kink for pain during sex. The more pain the harder he got and having those
small fingers dig into him made it all the better, well that and Hiccup
unbelievably tight channel. He felt those muscles ripple and squeeze him. Oh,
Hiccup was so tight that entering him had indeed hurt so he gave the boy and
himself a few minutes to adjust while he whispered encouragement and praise for
being able to fit him.
Soon the pain filled sobs ceased and Hiccup was sitting on his lap like a good
consort. Alvin stroked his cheek and smiled at him. “I warned you about the
pain,” he reminded the boy. “It’s alright, Hiccup. It’s about to get better.
All you need to do is bounce. Start slow but I want you to go all the way up
and then down again.” He pressed his hand to the boy’s belly where an
unmistakable bulge was. His cock was in Hiccup quite deep. He grinned at
Hiccup. “Let’s make my dragon roar.”
There was still pain on Hiccup’s face but there was also that spark of sass and
he made a face at the comparison between Alvin’s cock and dragons. He began
moving slowly, moving up and down and grimacing as his ripped muscles were
rubbed. “Ngh…uh…” he began to moan as pain slowly turned to pleasure as his
prostrate was bumped and rubbed.
“Rotate your hips. Yes, like that. Good boy. Oh…uh… You sure this is your first
time, Hiccup?” Alvin groaned as he leaned back in his seat and let Hiccup do
all the work. He would thrust from time to time but otherwise Hiccup was doing
an excellent job all on his own. “Tighten your muscles. Good, good. Now a
little faster. Ngh…”
The pain was masked by pleasure now and Hiccup began moving faster, lifting
himself until only the tip of Alvin’s cock was still in him and them plunging
down until the entire length filled him and bumped something else deep inside.
He moved faster and faster as his groin twisted and burned, the sensation
growing and growing with every thrust until his knees were weak and he was
fighting to keep going. Then when he couldn’t continue Alvin once again held
him tightly and took control. The man slammed into him over and over again and
it felt as if his spine might break or his stomach burst. Then Hiccup’s world
became blinding white as that immense pleasure exploded into an orgasm unlike
any other. He clung to Alvin, pleading and begging for more until he lost his
voice as well and the blinding white faded to black and all he knew before he
fainted was searing heat filling his ass and belly then an aching pain that
would last for quite some time.
Alvin came with such a roar he was sure to have been heard all across the Roman
Empire. He held Hiccup tightly and pounded into his sweet tight ass until every
ounce of his seed was buried deep into the youth and overflowing from their
union to spill on his lap. Then he sat back, his arms now loose around Hiccup’s
back and caught his breath. He didn’t surprise him that Hiccup had passed out –
he was young, inexperienced and just had what must have been his best orgasm to
date. So Alvin took it as a compliment. In fact out of the many lovers he had
over the years only Hiccup had made him come so powerfully. Of course Hiccup
was the only one he had taken his time to woe as well. And by Odin’s beard was
he worth it. He would still need a lot of training to reach the level Alvin
wanted but he was more than willing to take his time and train him properly.
Soon Hiccup would know every position and angle that would bring the utmost
pleasure to them both and not be afraid of size differences. Oh the things he
had planned for Hiccup. He was going to be so much more than a dragon trainer.
He would be a master of all things dragon and man.
***** Chapter 13 *****
Life As I Knew It 13
Stoick took in a deep breath as he looked the vast city of the enemy nation
that had terrorized most of the known world for centuries. Not even his most
wild imagination could have prepared him for just how large Rome was. How in
the world were they ever going to find Hiccup and Toothless? The city was
immense and would take days, maybe weeks to search and that was if they were
even there and not somewhere else in Italy. All they had to go on was Mildew’s
word and the man wasn’t exactly someone to be trusted. He only hoped the grumpy
old warrior wasn’t lying and Hiccup was not far away.
“You’re worrying too much,” Gobber said, offering Stoick a smile as his friend
returned to the camp fire.
Originally the plan had been to search the city at night but Jacob had
convinced Stoick that it would be easier and draw less attention to pose as
merchants and wandered through the business district where news and rumors
flowed freely and any information about a strange foreign youth and black
dragon were sure to be found. It meant ditching their usual armor and weapons
to appear as harmless. It also meant that Thornado would not be with them but
rather staying to guard their camp. Stoick didn’t like it one bit and neither
did Gobber but they had little other choice.
“Trust me, my friends,” Jacob said as he roasted a small bird. “If your son is
as gifted as you say he’ll be the talk of the town. We’ll head to port first.
The sailors are always good to find information from. Besides, for all we know
we may have gotten here before Alvin. If so we can ambush him there and save
your boy.”
“It’s a plan,” Gobber said with a shrug, doubt in his voice. While he was gun
hoe to find Hiccup and Toothless he still didn’t trust Jacob and was even less
thrilled to be in enemy territory.
Stoick nodded, not happy with the plan either but not sure what else to do. He
wanted to find his son more than anything but he was from a small island with
just over two hundred tribes men and women and was a little overwhelmed by the
prospect of entering a city of millions. For the first time in a very long time
he couldn’t eat that night nor sleep. He leaned against the rock cropping and
stared out over the city wondering where his child could be hidden amongst
those many strange stone buildings not realizing that Hiccup was still miles
away and he was about to conduct a useless search.
. . .
“Beautiful,” Alvin purred as he kissed Hiccup’s shoulder. The boy was still
sound asleep, exhausted from their earlier activities and Alvin expected Hiccup
would be tender for much of the day. There would be no dragon training today.
So covering his younger lover with a simple sheet Alvin climbed off the bed. He
felt better that he had in a long, long time. All that tension that had been
building over the last six weeks had melted away. He stretched and yawned. He
felt great. Young again. All thanks to this small boy. He was tempted to slip
between Hiccup’s legs and fuck him once more but that might frighten the boy
and that was the last thing Alvin wanted. No, Hiccup was his now, body and mind
but it would still take some time before the boy was completely one hundred
percent his and for that he would need to do something to show Hiccup just how
much he meant to him. He needed to do something that would bring Hiccup those
last few steps to depending on and desiring Alvin as much as Alvin desired him.
And Alvin knew just what that was.
Adjusting his clothing he stopped long enough to scoop up Hiccup’s worn tunic
and trousers then headed for the door. He went to the room his men were sharing
and ordered Viggo fetch Toothless then tend to Hiccup and bring the boy fresh
Roman clothing and make sure the boy put them on otherwise Hiccup would have
nothing to wear and be forced to run around nude which wasn’t ideal given where
they were. Viggo, who had been at Alvin’s side since he was about Hiccup’s age,
nodded instantly and hurried off to tend to the youth without question or even
a backward glance. Of all his men Alvin trusted Viggo the most with Hiccup and
knew the young man would never harm the boy or touch him without permission.
With that done Alvin stretched again, feeling his back pop. He really wasn’t in
the right shape to have such a young lover. It had been nearly a decade since
he was with anyone close to Hiccup’s age and while he knew Hiccup was still new
to all this and learning he had no doubt that once the youth got the hang of
things his stamina would surpass his own and it would be Alvin not Hiccup
falling asleep right after. But it was worth it. Hiccup may not look like much
but he was stronger than he appeared, intellectual in a way few Vikings were of
late, cunning a savvy but still held that curiosity and innocence that if
manipulated correctly could secure him to Alvin’s side as it had numerous
others. But none of them were anything like Hiccup.
His mind was already racing with his plans for Hiccup later that day or that
evening. He’d have to go slow and be gentle when he prepped the boy to assure
he didn’t hurt Hiccup but he was more than willing to do whatever was necessary
to keep Hiccup. A thought occurred to him, something Hiccup had mentioned
enjoying when they were moored at a port off the shores of France. It was a
rare and costly treat Stoick would purchase for the boy for his birthday or
Snoggletog. Viggo had returned with a small brick of the substance for Hiccup
as if to make up for not being able to take the boy with him. It wasn’t
something that was often found in Italy but he was sure that he could find a
trader or merchant that could find the item in a reasonable fashion and Alvin
was more than willing to pay whatever extra costs were involved in procuring
it.
He went straight to the huge kitchen where all specialty food orders were
placed and servant runner was waiting. The cook was a small woman with dark
skin and short wiry black hair. She glanced up at him and it was not a friendly
look. Rome still had a firm grip on Egypt and took as many of their people as
they did those of the north many their Empire one of the most diverse in the
known world. Of course not everyone was happy to be there.
“Chocolate?” he asked in case the consul had some in stock which would be
unlikely but never hurt to check.
The woman glared at him, her deep brown eyes angry for reasons Alvin wasn’t
quite sure of and wondered if she even spoke Latin. He glanced to the little
girl sitting at the worn wooden table and was about to ask her when the woman
stormed to the pantry and returned a moment later, slamming a small wrapped
brick on the table with a snarl.
“Take your boy and leave,” she growled in accented Latin. “This is no place for
him. You endanger him and yourself the longer you stay.”
Narrowing his eyes, Alvin returned her glare as he snatched up the brick. “This
was my home long before the consul dragged you out of whatever hole you come
from. Nothing will happen to my boy without my consent.” He turned to leave,
his nerves rattled by this strange woman and a sudden worry filled him that
maybe Hiccup was not as safe here as he first thought. He abandoned that
thought as the woman being superstitious. After all he and Hiccup must look
very out of place, especially Hiccup who was so fair of skin and covered in
freckles that he must of looked deathly ill to her. Well a few months under the
Roman sun sure help him get a healthy tan. He stopped before leaving the
kitchen. “Order in more chocolate. I want enough here to sate my boy’s sweet
tooth whenever he wishes.” He didn’t wait for her to answer.
He stormed away to question the consul and once more ensure Hiccup’s safety. If
worse came to worse he could always take the youth further into the country
side where his mother still had a small cottage. Urg, he did not want to take
Hiccup to see his mother. She would start going on about some stupid treasure
of one type or another and about Grimbeard the moment she realized who Hiccup
was. Yeah, bringing Hiccup to her was out of the question. No, they would stay
and he would have his men keep a closer eye on Hiccup just to be safe.
. . .
“Whoa! Whoa, whoa, whoa…what do you think you’re doing?” Viggo demanded as he
walked through the large stables toward Toothless’s far too small cage where
five Romans were trying to wrestle that dragon to the ground while another held
a scalding hot sword, so hot indeed it was still bright red. Judging by the
scorch marks all around the front of the cage they had waited until he hit his
shot limit before making their move. Toothless looked absolutely terrified.
“The consul as ordered his wings clipped,” the man with the sword said as if
this was nothing new.
“What? No! Back off now!” Viggo snapped, grabbing the hilt of the sword from
the man’s and dunking it in a nearby barrel of water. He ducked when another
man swung to hit him and threw him over his shoulder before drawing his own
sword and bringing it to bear on the next attack’s neck. “Do you know who that
dragon belongs to? The Thin Perfect will not be happy to learn you intend to
harm his consort’s dragon. The Nightfury is the most prized of all the Norse
dragons,” he said, his voice deadly calm.
“But the consul…” the man at the end of his sword tried to explain.
“Obviously misspoke,” Viggo said before gesturing with his sword for the men to
leave. As they filed out, many cursing him, he stepped protectively in front of
Toothless, willing to protect the dragon for his young friend. His shoulders
fell once the Romans were gone and he gave a sigh as he glanced at the
Nightfury. “What is it with you and Hiccup? You’re always getting into
trouble.”
Toothless grumbled and shook out his wings as if to say he could take care of
himself and Viggo laughed. Hiccup often had the same reaction when he stood up
for him. “Yeah, yeah, tough guy. Let’s go wake Hiccup up. I bet he’d be happy
to see you.”
That made the black dragon happy and he bounded out of the cage. Viggo only
shook his head and laughed. Yeah, the big bad Nightfury was no better than a
hyper teenager. He followed the animal across the court yard, grinning each
time Toothless stuck to his nose to the ground trying to pick up Hiccup’s scent
before looking around with large greengage eyes, his ears pressed back. Then
they shot right up and he raced to the villa like a black blur. He didn’t even
dart inside the nearest door as Viggo expected him to. Nope, Toothless found
the room he was searching and leapt to the balcony, bouncing from one ledge to
another until he reached it.
“Damn,” Viggo coursed, wishing he could do the same but having to run inside,
up the stairs and down the corridor to reach the room. He arrived minutes
later, his chest heaving and silently cursing the dragon for being so
impulsive. Thankfully Toothless hadn’t woken Hiccup up.
The boy was laying on his side, still asleep with one small hand curled next to
his cheek. He looked so small and young on that large bed and it would be a
shame to wake him. So Viggo placed the Hiccup’s new clothes on a chair and
scratched Toothless behind one ear, smiling softly at the way the beast’s large
head rested on the bed and looked mournfully at his rider. “Let him sleep, bud.
It’s been a long few weeks for all of us,” he advised the dragon that looked
ready to crawl right into bed with Hiccup – and would easily fit!
When the servants came to clean and bring fresh food Viggo shooed them away,
thanking them for the food but not worrying about cleaning the room since
Hiccup hadn’t made a much of a mess and what little there was had been neatly
set aside. The boy was a rather tidy kid for a teenager.
Both Toothless and Viggo watched over Hiccup until he awoke some hours later,
groggy and sore and very, very hungry. “Hey, bud,” he whispered when his eyes
finally blinked open to take in the sight of his best friend. He laughed when
Toothless’s breath puffed out and ruffled his hair. He reached out for the
dragon and scratched under his chin. “Yeah, I missed you, too. Hey, wait…no!
Toothless!”
The dragon pounced on him and began licking his face relentlessly until Hiccup
was doubled up with laughter and trying to shield himself as Toothless climbed
onto the bed as well. Viggo laughed at the two’s antics causing Hiccup to jerk
up in surprise only to have Toothless accidentally step on his belly and make
him double up with a groan rather than laughter.
“Ow…”
“Sorry, kiddo,” Viggo said as he stood and strolled across the room to the bed.
“You two are just too cute together.”
Hiccup gave a shy grin before realizing he was naked, Toothless having
accidently pulled the sheet off him and was now grooming him like some oversize
mother cat. Hiccup tried shooing him away but the Nightfury just bopped him
with his tail and all the boy could do to save his modesty was pull the sheet
back up his lap and cover his genitals. “Ah…thanks,” he said, trying to get
Toothless to stop washing his hair. “I’m clean,” he insisted even though he
knew he wasn’t. Not after last night at least. At least Toothless was only
worrying over his mused hair. “What happened to you?” the boy asked, looking at
Viggo and nearly not recognizing him with his hair cropped close to his head
and beard completely gone.
“When in Rome…” Viggo answered with a shrug. “Well either that’s the worst case
of bed head I’ve ever seen or you and Alvin finally did the nasty,” he teased
with a wiggle of his brows. And sure enough Hiccup’s face went beat red. “You
did!”
“Shut up,” Hiccup shot back. Viggo was sort of like Dagur in a lot of ways, a
big brother that liked to tease him but unlike Dagur, Viggo was the big brother
Hiccup always wanted. They joked and teased each other and Hiccup was happy to
have the Outcast as a friend. He looked down at his hands on his lap shyly.
“Does it always hurt?” he asked, his voice a little shaky and feeling nervous.
Viggo’s eyes widened in surprise. Sitting next to the youth he placed a hand on
his shoulder. “You mean penetration? Sometimes. It’s you’re not prepared
properly or if he’s not slick enough. But the first time it usually does,” he
explained pulling Hiccup against his side. He waited a few seconds for Hiccup
to ask more questions but when the usually curious youth said nothing he
continued. “Look, Alvin’s a big guy and I don’t just mean around the belly.
He’s…well he’s long, a good twelve inches or more and thick. It’s a lot to take
in. Not many people can do it. But you…” He ducked his head to look Hiccup
over. “You did. I mean look at you. You’re sitting up where most people would
be far too sore to even attempt that.”
Hiccup glanced up, his eyes full of doubt.
“Did you have fun?” Viggo asked, worried that maybe Alvin got a little out of
hand and might have scared the boy.
“Yeah… I mean it hurt but after a while it felt…well good. Really good.”
The man nodded sagely. “And he made sure you came?”
Another bright red flush filled Hiccup’s cheeks. “Yeah.”
“Do you want him to do it again?”
There was a moment of hesitation before Hiccup nodded.
Viggo pressed his shaved cheek against Hiccup’s forehead as he gave a one armed
hug. “Look, I’ve known Alvin since I was about your age. He can be a hard man
to live with but the way he looks at you…I’ve never seen him so smitten. He’s
never doted on anyone the way he does you. Anything you want he’ll give you.”
Hiccup said nothing. He had what he really wanted right now. He had Toothless
beside him once more and a good friend who really seemed to care about him,
something he was never quite sure of when he was home on Berk. Yes Astrid and
Fishlegs liked him and would sometimes hang out with him outside the dragon
academy and would often listen to him when he had something to say but it
always felt a little tense between them when dragons weren’t involved. Viggo
may have been an Outcast and once his enemy but Hiccup felt more comfortable
around him. He could laugh with Viggo and tell him his fears without worry of
the man repeated them to anyone let alone Alvin. He really was like the big
brother he always wanted. And Alvin, despite how it came to be, was taking him
to explore new lands and soon new dragons, something he had wanted to do since
befriending Toothless and discovering his love of flying, as well as teaching
him things about himself Hiccup never knew before and regardless of their
former feud it was something he was actually excited to learn. There was very
little else he could ask for.
***** Chapter 14 *****
Life As I Knew It 14
Snotlout ran a hand down his face in frustration. He wasn’t quite sure where
they were other than that they were no longer in Viking territory. They had
travelled south for weeks now and while Fishlegs had kept track of their
whereabouts with the map Johann traded them one piece of land quickly became
another and the open ocean fell far behind them to endless land. Everyone had
become antsy and even the dragons seemed nervous. Worse not one of them was
able to speak the strange languages of the southern countries.
“Hiccup would be able to translate what he’s saying,” Astrid grumbled, watching
as Fishlegs fumbled with a book of languages he bought from Trader Johann. She
closed her eyes and rested her head on top of her Deadly Nadder’s. Stormfly’s
wings ruffled as she tried to comfort her rider. They flew hours on end only
resting long enough to catch a bite to eat or a few hours of sleep. But Astrid
rarely slept, her worry over her on again, off again boyfriend tugging at her
heart strings as she pictured all the horrible thing Alvin might be doing to
Hiccup and kicking herself in the rear for nagging him so much about defying
his father and all the riders flying as usual despite Stoick’s orders. She had
pushed him to hard and he had taken off to clear his head only to be captured
by Alvin.
Ruffnut gave a nod from where she was seated on top Barf. “Yeah, never thought
I’d say it but I kind of miss his nerdy linguistic ability,” she said gaining
surprised glances from the other teens, including her twin brother. “What?”
Tuffnut shrugged. “I just never realized how much we need Hiccup. I mean look
where we are. We wouldn’t be lost on the Mainland if Hiccup was with us. He
could probably lead us to the edge of the world and back with no problem and
still strike up a conversation with anyone in any language.” His eyes narrowed
as he gave their present leader a glance as if silently blaming Snotlout for
their present predicament.
“Hey, I can speak Latin…sort of,” Snotlout shot back in his defense. “And if
Hiccup actually followed the rules he wouldn’t be able to speak anything but
Norse like the rest of us. If he followed the rules we wouldn’t be out here
trying to find the fishbone.”
“If Hiccup followed the rules we wouldn’t have our dragons,” Astrid countered.
Snotlout opened his mouth to object but quickly shut it and stroked Hookfang’s
long neck. He hated it when Astrid was right.
Astrid raised one delicate brow. “And what do you mean ‘sort of’ speak Latin.”
The dark haired boy shrugged. “Old Wrinkly tried to teach me at the same time
he taught Hiccup. He kept reminding me that Hic and I are cousins and that when
he becomes chief he’ll need me at his side so I should be able to communicate
in other languages. My Dad told me he was crazy and that I would lead so…”
“So you got bored and found something else to do,” Astrid finished for him.
The boy shrugged again.
Astrid sighed and went back to watching Fishlegs. The heavy set boy was
suddenly very excited. He thanked the farmer he was talking to repeatedly
before bouncing back to the other teens waving his map. He clambered up onto
Meatlug and then unfolded the map on Gronkle’s head. “Sorry, girl,” he said
gentle before gesturing to the others to come closer. “Okay, we’re here…in the
northern section of Italy. We’re not far from Rome, maybe a few more days. Four
at most. If we just continue on this route we should find Hiccup and Toothless
in no time.”
“Four more days?” Tuffnut whined, flopping back on Belch.
“Well provided the weather works with us,” Astrid pointed out, glancing south
where dark ominous clouds were rolling in. “I think we should find some shelter
and start out in the morning.”
Snotlout nodded. “Yeah. I’d rather not fly in a thunderstorm.”
The other all agreed regardless of their wish to find Hiccup and Toothless.
They searched for a nearby cave to hunker down until after the storm, all
exhausted and in desperate need of sleep. But the rain would last more than one
night, more than even two. It would be quite some time until they found Hiccup.
. . .
The Berserker armada was just off the shores of Italy. Dagur stared out over
the vast land that seemed to go on and on endlessly, his jaw hanging open
slightly in awe. They were still a few miles away shore but it seem so large
and so close he could reach out and touch it. It seemed so…exotic.
“Sir,” Captain Vorg called from the helm. “There’s a narrow passage several
miles from here that will take us directly to Rome.”
Dagur blinked, the spell of the land broken and he glanced back at the captain.
“Take us in.”
“Aye, sir.”
Mildew, who had been leaning against the side of the ship, glanced over the
land he had not visited since he was a young man. His mouth set in an angry
frown as the all too familiar landscape came into sight. “And just how do you
plan to find Hiccup?”
The young Berserker chief glared at the old man in annoyance. “I’m not. Stoick
will find him for me.”
After weeks of being a prisoner Mildew had lost his fear of the young man so
gave a snort of distain. “Really? Alvin won’t keep the boy in the city.
Stoick’s never going to find him, even if Hiccup was there. There’s over a
million people. Most likely Alvin has him stashed at some villa outside town.”
If there was one thing Mildew knew about Alvin it was that he didn’t like
crowds and would do whatever was necessary to blend in. In a city the size of
Rome neither Alvin nor Hiccup would ever blend in, no matter what the Outcast
leader did.
“Where?” Dagur demanded, unsheathing his sword and stalking toward the old man
threateningly.
Mildew flinched. “I’m not sure but there’s a consul that Alvin was friends
with. I think his villa is north-east of the city.”
“Hmm…” Dagur hummed as he ran a finger over the blade of his sword
thoughtfully. “How do I know you’re telling the truth?”
“Because first, I know Alvin and second, Vikings stick out like sore thumbs in
a place like Rome. Stoick and Gobber will be found out long before they find
Hiccup.”
Dagur glanced up from his sword in surprise. He hadn’t taken that into
consideration. He hadn’t given much thought to what Romans looked like. He had
never seen one in person only heard tall tales from his father and uncle. He
glanced out over the strange land once more. “Tell me…how would one blend in
with the locals?”
The old man also looked out over Italy. “Can you speak Latin?”
A small smile pulled at Dagur’s lips as something his father had forced him to
learn as a boy finally seemed useful. He grinned at Mildew. “Yes.”
Mildew nodded and smiled as well. “Then all you need is a new wardrobe.”
Dagur blinked and looked at him in surprise then looked at himself, his beloved
belt buckle, helmet, shoulder pads and everything else that showed his status.
He couldn’t imagine exchanging them for whatever flimsy outfit a Roman wore. He
looked toward Vorg and Harold, silently asking what they thought. Harold
nodded, being discreet as always so that it seemed as if Dagur came to the
decision on his own.
“Alright,” Dagur said, raising his voice so that all the crew could hear him.
“We’ll attack the first peaceable ship we come across and take clothing and
anything else we need to pass as Romans. Only a select few will accompany me to
Rome. The rest of you will block off the channel. I don’t want to take any
chance of Hic-cup and his dragon escaping us.”
The crew cheered and as the message was passed from one ship to another the
cheer rose in volume. Dagur smiled brightly as he turned back to the strange
land. Soon Hiccup and his Nightfury would be his and they would pay for lying
to him and making him a fool. Soon they would be his.
. . .
Toothless was restless after spending a night in a cage and was bouncing around
the room anxiously waiting for Hiccup to get dress and go outside with him.
They may not be able to fly but that didn’t mean they couldn’t commandeer the
court yard and at least have some fun in the fresh air and maybe bat around a
few of those stupid soldiers that had dared to try and clip his wings. Hell,
Viggo was more than welcomed to join them as long as Toothless got a little pay
back. But Hiccup was being stubborn.
The boy in question sat on the bed with his legs folded under him and glaring
at the folded clothing Viggo presented him. “No,” he said firmly, his arms
folded across his chest. He looked like a pouting child not getting his way and
Toothless swatted his with his tail in hopes of smartening his young rider up.
All he got for his effort was a glare and huff from his friend.
“Hiccup,” Viggo tried as he shook out the white fabric and held it up to show
him. “It’s not that bad. So a few people might see your knobby knees but at
least they won’t see your butt.”
Hiccup made a face then grabbed his pillow and threw it at the Outcast but his
timing and aim couldn’t have been more off and rather than hitting Viggo he hit
Alvin just as the man was walking in. The laughter Viggo had when he ducked
died on his lips and they both stared at Alvin wide eyed, one in fear and the
other on the verge of giggles because, hey, how often did someone hit Alvin the
Treacherous, Scourge of the Archipelago in the face with a feathered pillow.
There was silence for a few heart pounding seconds as Alvin stared at the two
with narrowed deep blue eyes and bared teeth and then Hiccup giggled.
Viggo’s head snapped toward his young friend and he would have yelled for
Hiccup to hush but the pillow that had struck Alvin went sailing past his and
nailed the boy in the face. The laughter instantly stopped and even Toothless
froze in surprise, his ears up and frills raised much like a cat with its
hackles raised. The blow had knocked Hiccup over and for a moment he didn’t
move. It was Alvin’s turn to laugh as he strolled toward the oversize bed.
Viggo was certain Hiccup was in for it now despite the amusement Alvin
displayed but then Hiccup began laughing again and threw the pillow aside. He
lay there laughing hysterically as if it was something he had been meaning to
do for quite some time.
“Get into the dragon nip?” Alvin asked as he gazed down at the youth in
bemusement.
The boy shook his head but seemed unable to form words. He wiped at his eyes as
tears formed and then with a few hiccupped breathes he smiled up at his former
enemy. “So where are you hiding my clothes? I’m not running around nude…not
even for your amusement.”
The leer Alvin gave him said he would happily let Hiccup stay nude for the rest
of his life if he had his way. “As wonderful as that would be you can’t very
well leave this room without getting into some serious trouble with the
locals.” His brows waggled suggestively.
“Then give me back my clothes.”
“Put these on,” Alvin insisted, throwing the white robe to the youth.
“Give me pants.”
Alvin rolled his eyes. He had this argument with his some of his crew when they
reached Rome. He tried for patience even though he cared very much for Hiccup
it was hard not to lose his temper when the boy acted so much like his father.
“Hiccup, it’s far too hot here to be wearing thick wool pants. A toga will help
keep you cool and blend in. There are many here who aren’t friendly to Vikings
and rather see us all dead or enslaved. And what do you think will happen to
Toothless if you’re enslaved?” He knew that by using Toothless’s possible fate
at the hands of the Romans would make Hiccup bend to his will.
Hiccup pursed his lips then sighed. “Fine,” he grumbled, taking the article of
clothing. He frowned at it. “Can I at least make some alterations?”
Alvin gave him a look but Hiccup stood his ground. “Either way I’m getting a
pair of pants. You can let me alter this or I’ll use the sheets, curtains or
any other fabric I can get my hands on. The consul won’t be happy but I’ll use
whatever’s available if I have to. And if we’re getting into the whole ‘when in
Rome…’ shouldn’t you have chopped your hair and beard by now?”
The chieftain rolled his eyes. “Whatever,” he relented, knowing that he would
never win this particular war with Hiccup. The boy was far too stubborn and
modest to find comfort in a simple toga. It had taken Alvin some time to adjust
to such manner of clothing but while it wasn’t the dress of all Romans it was
what the consul preferred in his villa. Sooner or later Hiccup would learn the
advantages of not wearing pants. “Just have it done before dinner. Tonight we
dine with the consul.”
He stomped out of the room, ignoring Viggo and not even acknowledging
Toothless, his good mood soured by Hiccup’s stubbornness. How could one small
boy get under his skin so quickly? He glanced down at the small wrapped block
of chocolate. He would wait until tonight to give it to Hiccup, when they were
alone and undisturbed.
His mind wandered as he thought of all the things he had planned for his young
lover that coming night. Maybe he should fish out the old book he found in the
library and give it to Hiccup. The boy was sure to find it amusing and very
educational…he sure had. His mind was racing with so many thoughts that he
didn’t notice the servant hurrying to him with a note until the young man was
standing before him out of breath.
“Sir…sir, this just came for you,” the man panted.
Alvin took the envelope and broke the seal. His eyes quickly scanned the short
letter and an angry frown marred his lips before turning to a sinister grin.
“Well isn’t this a pleasant surprise,” he murmured to himself. He glanced at
the servant as the young man bowed lowly. “It seems my old friend Stoick has
made it to Rome. Let’s send him and that buffoon, Gobber, on a merry little
goose hunt before giving them a proper welcome, no?” Finally he had a way to
break the strong and mighty Stoick right in the palm of his hands. And break
Stoick will, Alvin had no doubt about that. Once Stoick saw that his only
child, his flesh and blood was now Alvin, body, mind and soul, he would crumble
and then before Alvin dealt the killing blow Stoick would witness Hiccup hand
Berk to him. Alvin chuckled lowly. Everything was finally falling into place
and soon Berk and Hiccup would be his.
While the servant had no idea what Alvin was going on about he saw the evil
glint in his eyes and bowed even lower.
***** Chapter 15 *****
Life As I Knew It 15
Alvin kept the news of Stoick’s and Gobber’s arrival in Rome secret from
Hiccup. He didn’t want the boy to suddenly become more defiant than he already
was and try escaping to find his father and mentor. But he did alert the consul
and send out a small legion of soldiers to give the two men a proper greeting
and capture them if possible or at least lead them in the opposite direction.
He knew Stoick well and the man would not go down without a fight but sending
him on a merry chase would keep him distracted for now then Alvin would go into
Rome himself and deal with his old friend. For now he was giddy with the
knowledge that soon his greatest rival would be no more and Hiccup would be all
his.
Of course his happy mood soured when Hiccup walked into the banquet hall
wearing a simple white tunic and matching trousers that covered every inch of
him except his prosthetic were the fabric was tied just under his left knee and
the entire outfit was dusty and smudged. The boy had a slight limp and grimaced
every time he put pressure on his bad leg but he gave a small smile when he
caught Alvin watching him. “Hey,” he said in way of greeting before taking his
seat at the center of the large table between Alvin and the consul.
“Are you injured?” the consul asked, standing to see exactly what was wrong
with the youth. He glanced to Alvin in surprise as if just noticing Hiccup only
had one good leg and the other had a wooden and metal prosthetic.
Hiccup shrugged as if it was no big deal. “The stump rubbed the wrong way the
last and I forgot to remove the prosthetic before going to sleep last night.” A
slight blush colored his cheeks and he looked anywhere but at the men.
“Ah…” the consul said in understanding as he sat back down. A grin lifted his
lips and he gave Alvin a knowing look. “So where is your dragon?”
“I asked Viggo to stay with him in my room. He kept trying to jump the wall
when we were in the courtyard,” Hiccup answered not adding that Toothless had
literally grabbed him by the scruff as if he were a hatchling and tried jumping
the wall with him in tow. That was rather embarrassing and Viggo had a laugh
riot when they both fell and Hiccup had to scold the Nightfury for being so
foolish and nearly getting them both killed or at least seriously hurt. If it
wasn’t for all that he would never have asked anyone to babysit Toothless.
Consul laughed merrily. “Are you sure we can’t simply clip his wings and-”
“What? No!” Hiccup all but yelled before slapping his hands over his mouth and
glancing to Alvin with wide eyes. He took a deep breath and calmed himself.
“Toothless can’t fly without me,” he explained as servants hurried about
setting food on the table. “He can’t go anywhere without his left tailfin and
right now his doesn’t have a prosthetic. So other than trying to jump the wall
he’s harmless.”
Alvin gave a snort. “Your definition of harmless and mine are vastly
different,” he said, poking at his food.
Hiccup unsuccessfully tried to hide his grin as he glanced up at Alvin. The
grin faltered for a moment and then grew. “You shaved?” he asked with a hint of
a giggle. Alvin looked so different without the big bushy beard. Now it was
trimmed and neat looking and his hair was still shaggy but was now cropped much
closer to his head. It made his jaw look more square and piercing blue eyes
more bright. It was almost mesmerizing.
Alvin smiled as he fingered the remains of his beard. “Well you know what they
say,” he muttered, feeling a little odd without all the hair.
“It looks good,” Hiccup assured, catching the rare sight of a self-conscious
Alvin. His smile grew when Alvin smiled at him.
The banquet passed by quickly and was filled with music and laughter. It was a
lot like Snoggletog celebrations on Berk and Hiccup couldn’t help but smile at
the musicians and laughed when the consul told him stories of the Roman Empire.
He tried new foods that the consul recommended and sipped wine with Alvin who
would complain about the lack of mead. The celebrations ran late into the
evening and by the time Hiccup was ready to retire for the night he was feeling
rather light headed and very, very happy. He didn’t shy away when Alvin pulled
him on his lap nor objected when he was peppered with kisses or hugged and
squeezed. Praises were rained down on him as Alvin told the consul just how
skilled Hiccup was with dragons and how he seemed able to train them – “All
dragons,” he purred against the youth’s ear with a suggestive buck of his hips
that only made Hiccup roll his eyes and laugh a little more at what he
considered silly antics. After all Alvin wouldn’t make such suggestive remarks
in front of anyone. He certainly didn’t do such things in front of his men. He
didn’t catch the way the two men looked at each other over his head.
Of course soon things began to wind down as sleepiness began to clog Hiccup’s
mind. He was sitting on Alvin’s lap, the large man stroking his thigh
rhythmically as he held him close. Each swipe got closer and closer to the
boy’s groin until finally he was thumbing Hiccup’s manhood. Hiccup murmured
something unintelligent as his blurry eyes blinked open then closed again as he
let out a small moan.
The consul inched closer as he watched the display with hungry eyes. “He really
is quite a sight,” he said, licking his lips as if seeing a new treat that was
even better than nano-dragons in honey.
“Hmm…” Alvin agreed, but his hand stilled on Hiccup’s thigh. He was drunk but
not yet intoxicated enough to not see what the consul was angling at and the
man only proved his instincts correct.
“Have you broken him yet?” the other man asked as he moved closer still.
Alvin’s eyes narrowed and quick as a whip he slung Hiccup up into both arms and
stood. “No,” he said before heading for the door.
Despite his large size the consul was much faster than he appeared and still
quite strong. He grasped Alvin’s shoulder before he could make his escape.
“Remember, old friend, you are a guest in my home and I am harboring you from
an old foe. I expect payment or I might just have the guard lead your friends
here. And I want a good show to go with it.”
Alvin growled under his breath and yanked his shoulder free. “You’ll get your
payment but only when he’s ready and after your men have captured and secured
my ‘friends’.”
The consul’s eyes sparkled at the reassurance and he let Alvin go. “I do love
group activities.” With a chuckle that rung in Alvin’s ears he turned away and
instructed two young slave boys to follow him as the rest gathered their
equipment and cleaned the hall.
Alvin only shook his head. Rather than heading to Hiccup room he headed to his
own a little further down the hall. Hiccup weighed next to nothing at all and
it was easy to maneuver him while opening the door to his suite.
The boy gave a tired yawn but opened his eyes the moment they were alone. “What
does he mean ‘payment’?” he asked sleepily as Alvin headed to the bed in long
strides.
“Nothing you need to worry about, boy,” Alvin said, fighting not to sound cross
at the youth. This wasn’t Hiccup’s fault it was his own for thinking he could
trust the consul. He laid Hiccup gently on the bed and leaned over him. “I know
you’re tired but I need you. I need to be in you. I’ll be as gentle as possible
and make is as good for you as I can but I need you now.”
Hiccup looked slightly surprised but he gave that charming little lopsided grin
that man Alvin’s heart flutter. “Okay,” he said softly.
Alvin leaned down and kissed his brow. “And I want you to watch me. No falling
asleep until I fill your guts with my seed, understood?”
“Uh huh.”
“And you’re going to touch yourself the whole time.”
Hiccup’s brows rose. “You’re not sucking me off?”
“Not this time. I should be making you suck me but maybe next time.” The man
rolled off the bed and went to a little table on the other side on the room
where a series of tall bottles and jars sat. He took one and returned to the
bed, placing it on the side table before striping off his clothing. Then he sat
back down and reached for Hiccup’s pants. “The one good thing about togas
compared to trousers, lad, is easy access. I wouldn’t have to strip you just to
get to your lovely ass.”
Hiccup laughed. “Wouldn’t be any fun if I didn’t make you do some work.”
“Sassy little blighter,” Alvin growled, swatting the boy’s ass. “I really
should give you a good hard spanking. Bet your Daddy never gave you what for.”
The youth’s face paled slightly at the memory of the one and only time Stoick
had spanked him and how his left hip had accidentally been knocked out of
place. Stoick never meant to hit that hard, hadn’t even realized how strong he
was compared to Hiccup’s small frail frame. Thankfully Gobber had come to their
rescue and helped Hiccup but the boy’s father never lifted a hand to him ever
again. He found other ways to punish Hiccup when he misbehaved. That had been
nearly ten or eleven years ago but that little swat from Alvin had caused
Hiccup’s manhood to stir with arousal. “Uh…” he began, unsure what to say or
how to express himself, thankfully Alvin seemed to understand.
“A spanking isn’t always bad, Hiccup,” the Outcast purred. “A lot of people
really enjoy it, including myself. If I do it I’ll make sure you enjoy it,
alright?”
The Hooligan heir gave a curt nod, not quite believing him but curious after
the way his dick reacted.
“Good boy.” Uncorking the bottle he had placed on the side table, Alvin over
turned it and poured a fair amount of the contents over his cock and then
between Hiccup’s legs. He placed the bottle aside and then worked the lubricant
over his quickly hardening length and then into the rings of Hiccup’s tight
ass. He wanted to make sure Hiccup was good and loose before he took him this
time. Hiccup moaned under him, his face twisting in a mix of pleasure and pain.
Even after being fingered so many times he still felt the intrusion odd. Alvin
only smiled fondly at him. Regardless of his discomfort Hiccup didn’t complain
or tell him to stop. Alvin leaned down and kissed his jaw. “You are so much
stronger than people give you credit for,” he breathed as he nipped his way
down the boy’s jaw to his chin and then his neck and collarbone making the
youth arch and whimper for more. “You’ve single handed stopped my army many
times and even after that charmed my most trusted warriors and conquered this
once black heart. I’m almost afraid what you will accomplish when you’re all
grown up.”
Whether Hiccup actually heard or understood what he said didn’t matter to
Alvin, it was the truth. He got up and knelt between the boy’s legs then hauled
those knobby knees over his hips. “Hiccup, look at me,” he instructed. He
waited until Hiccup looked up with those wonderfully bright yet tired green
orbs the, holding the boy’s ass cheeks open, pushed into his tight hole. He
took it slow this time, not wanting to jar him or frighten him as he had the
night before. No, this time he slid in slowly, making the intrusion as smooth
as he could. He slid in a few inches then nearly all the way then back in a
little further making sure to hit Hiccup’s prostrate each time until the boy
was thrashing under him and he was all the way in. A rather impressive bulge
appeared in Hiccup’s belly. Normally such things never happened but Hiccup was
so tiny built for a boy his age and Alvin’s length was quite large in length
and girth that it was unavoidable. Alvin stroked that bulge lovingly rather
happy with their size difference while Hiccup stared at it with a mix of fear
and surprise. “Impressive, isn’t it?” Alvin asked in a silky purr.
“I…how could something so big fit in me like that?” he asked in a stutter.
Alvin only grinned down at him. “Because it’s meant to. The Gods would not
allow it otherwise.”
The youth only looked up at him in a mi of awe and confusion, as if he wasn’t
quite sure to believe Alvin or not. But as a virgin, Hiccup had no other
reference to go by so had no choice but to take Alvin’s word for it.
The Outcast chief leaned over him, bracing his arms on either side of Hiccup’s
head as he stared down at the boy. “I’ll try to go slow, lad, but you have no
idea how good it feels to be inside you. You’re muscles are still so tight
after last night. It’s like your hugging me and sucking my prick all at once.”
He began moving slowly. “I’m filling you aren’t I?”
Hiccup gave a gasp and soft moan, his eyes fluttering as his prostrate was
brushed over and over again. “Y…yes,” he managed. His hands flew up and he
grasped Alvin’s shoulders as the man’s movements picked up speed. “I can feel
you all the way in my belly.”
“Good.” Taking the youth’s good leg in one hand Alvin lifted it to his shoulder
and opened Hiccup wider before picking up speed more. He needed release and
Hiccup felt so good. So nice and tight. It was as if it was their first time
all over again. Soon Hiccup was moaning and whimpering and Alvin was pounding
into him.
“Beg for it,” Alvin growled, his usual sinister voice returning as he imagined
Stoick’s horror at seeing his only child begging to be fucked.
“More,” Hiccup gasped, his back arching and head twisting from side to side.
“Please…please…”
And Alvin gave him more and pounded harder with each cry Hiccup gave. And then
Hiccup kicked him. It was purely by accident and had it been Hiccup’s good leg
he might now have cared but Hiccup’s prosthetic was a whole other matter. It
caught Alvin in the small of his back and felt like a bludgeon slamming into
him. Alvin didn’t think twice, he yanked the contraption off Hiccup, painfully
twisting the boy’s knee and threw it aside. Hiccup only cried out but gave it
no serious thought as Alvin rotated his hips, pulled Hiccup’s hip into a new
angle and went back to pounding into him.
In fact that sudden pain had brought a new pleasure to Alvin. He had always
liked the mix of sex and pain and often fused the two together but he had been
waiting to build up to that with Hiccup. The boy seemed far too fragile for
such things but the thought of what might make Hiccup scream in please and pain
made him thrust harder, want to go deeper and maybe go ahead with giving the
boy a well-deserved spanking until he felt Hiccup’s muscles ripple and tighten.
It was as if his whole channel was now sucking him and trying to drain him of
cum. Alvin pulled out and flipped Hiccup onto his hands and knees before
slamming into him again. He held the boy’s hips tightly but he was close now,
oh so very close. The new angle let him go deeper and faster and it was long
before he couldn’t hold out any longer. He came with a roar and his seed gushed
out in hot spurts to fill Hiccup entire core. The boy screamed a moment later
as he was filled but Alvin didn’t pull out this time. He gathered Hiccup in his
arms and rolled onto his back with the boy laying on top of him, his cock still
half hard and firmly inside his boy. Once he caught his breath he would
finish…or maybe after a nap.
He tucked Hiccup’s head under his chin and held the boy close. His boy. His
Hiccup. He was never letting Stoick take his most precious treasure. Never.
He burst out laughing at himself a moment later as he caught sight of the block
of chocolate he had left on the side table. He had forgotten to give it to
Hiccup yet again. Perhaps it would make a nice treat for them both when they
woke up.
***** Chapter 16 *****
Life As I Knew It 16
Days blurred as Hiccup adjusted to his new home. He still found it odd waking
up in such a large room usually with only him and Toothless. Some nights Alvin
spent with them others Hiccup would spend in the man’s room learning things he
never thought possible to enjoy let alone want more. Sometimes he would wake up
sore and confused and wondering what he was doing there rather than trying to
find a way to escape, after all it wasn’t as if he was truly guarded or in some
sort of prison cell. Even with Toothless unable to fly they could get miles
away from the villa before Alvin or the consul could even form a search party.
They could get to the next peaceable town and use the coins he had won to buy
supplies and rebuild Toothless’s prosthetic, harness and saddle and be on their
way back to Berk in no time. Yet even knowing this Hiccup was reluctant to do
so. He lay on his bed staring up at the ceiling wondering what he was doing.
His feelings were muddled. He had feared and hated Alvin for so long but the
last few weeks had flipped everything he thought he knew about the man on its
head. Alvin had used that fear to his advantage at first and then Hiccup’s
unending curiosity and as much as Hiccup hated to admit it, he was hooked. He
didn’t love Alvin – at least he was pretty sure he didn’t – although his heart
did a little jump whenever the man walked in the room but that could be because
he wasn’t sure if they were going to have sex or train dragons because there
was no set schedule for either activity. Maybe it was just his curiosity about
se that made him stay or the weird fluttering sensation he would feel when
Alvin would slowly tease him until he was begging to be filled and then the way
he felt when he was filled and his world exploding all around him.
He shook his head. Thinking of Alvin wasn’t helping. He needed some fresh air.
Rolling onto his belly he glanced at Toothless lounging on the rock slab Viggo
and Magnus had dragged in for him. “Hey bud, you want to go outside?” he asked
knowing very well that the dragon would jump at a chance to go out even if only
to the courtyard to play for a bit. And of course he was right. Toothless’s
ears perked and he gave Hiccup a gummy smile before jumping up and head bunting
his rider in an attempt to get him to hurry up. Hiccup only laugh and clambered
off the bed and onto his best friend’s back. Toothless preferred jumping off
the balcony as oppose to walking down the hall to the stairs. Alvin would
probably give them shit later.
As usual those in the courtyard gave a cry of surprise when Toothless landed
and hurried out of his way before realizing it was only Toothless and not some
rogue dragon intent on destroying them all. But after a moment or two they
settled down and went back to what they were doing. Hiccup gave a small chuckle
of amusement. People used to do that on Berk when the teens first began riding
dragons.
Jumping off Toothless’s back he found a spot in the sunlight to sit and pulled
out the polished mirror he found in his room. With a teasing grin he moved the
mirror this way and that until he made a reflection of the sun bounce across
the courtyard. Immediately Toothless gave chase, pouncing on the light only to
find he couldn’t catch it. It was one of their favorite games and could go on
for hours except this time a curious little face peering around a large pillar
caught Hiccup’s attention.
Hiccup had not met many of the servants yet. In fact not one of them talked to
him, only bowed and scurried away as if they were afraid of him and Toothless.
And while each seemed curious about Toothless they never stayed more than a
moment or two to see what they were doing. This little one was far younger than
the others. She was no more than five or six with dark olive skin unlike anyone
Hiccup had seen before and large brown eyes that seemed too big for her pretty
face. She ducked when she caught Hiccup staring at her only to pop her head out
a few minutes later from behind another pillar to watch Toothless some more.
Toothless wasn’t as oblivious to the girl as he seemed, he was just more
interested in the light so Hiccup directed it toward the girl. She didn’t
notice at first, not until the Nightfury was pawing the ground and slowly
moving toward her and then she got very still when the light hit her sandaled
feet. Toothless sniffed the ground and then her feet, happy to find the light
but realizing he couldn’t catch it when it was on someone so instead his large
fork tongue licked the light causing the girl to squeal and then laugh. His
head shot up and he gave her a lopsided grin before licking her face. That made
her laugh more and even Hiccup giggled. It seemed as if they had just made her
day. But it quickly ended when she looked away from Toothless and gave a gasp
before running away.
“Hiccup,” Alvin called, strolling across the courtyard with a rolled parchment
in hand. Viggo, Magnus and Olaf were at his side and the consul and his
entourage was not far behind. That was usually not a good sign.
Hiccup plastered a smile on his face nonetheless. “Yeah?” he asked.
“How would you and Toothless feel about going into town for a few hours?” Alvin
said, brushing his large fingers through Hiccup’s unruly hair.
“Seriously?” Hiccup asked in surprise. Usually his days were filled with hours
of dragon training, a little alone time and then dinner and Alvin. Not
necessarily in that order but he was never allowed outside the villa.
Viggo laughed. “Seriously, kiddo. We thought you might want to do a little
shopping or sightseeing.” He patted Hiccup little treasure chest.
Hiccup glanced from his friend to Alvin. “We’re really going to Rome? Toothless
too?”
Alvin gave a nod. “As long as he behaves he’s welcome to join us.” He gave a
toothy grin that used to make Hiccup grimace with worry but the youth was too
busy celebrating the fact that they were finally getting out of the villa for
the day that he didn’t even question the motive behind it. But what Hiccup
didn’t know was that right now Alvin really needed Toothless to accompany them.
. . .
“This is ridiculous,” Stoick grumbled as they moved through yet another market
place. The blasted city seemed full of them and not one person was of help and
he was beginning to question the wisdom of their guide.
Jacob had tried to get him and Gobber to dress in the local garb which
primarily consisted of drab robes and sandals that Stoick would not wear even
if his life counted on it. Of course in this case it was Hiccup’s life that
counted on it and Stoick was rethinking his decisions. Perhaps a change of
clothes would not have been so bad, at least then the locals would not being
giving him funny looks or running for cover.
“It’s not so bad, Stoick,” Gobber said with a lopsided smile. Of course he had
latched on to the idea of trying to blend in despite his oblivious differences
– other than some sailors and merchants there were very few people with a
missing limb let alone two – and Stoick was sure it was just because the toga
Jacob gave him kept him cool in the Roman heat and allowed him a little freedom
down below – maybe a little too much freedom. “Hiccup’s a smart lad. Do you
really think Alvin can keep him and Toothless under control in a place like
this? Come on, you know that boy. Sooner or later we’re going to stumble on
them.”
Stoick shook his head, doubt filling him. They had been searching the city for
days and only stopped late at night when sleep forced them to take shelter at a
local inn to avoid being arrested by the local authorities who seemed to be
searching them. Obviously someone had alerted the centurions of their presence.
“I don’t know, Gobber. Perhaps Mildew was lying. Maybe Hiccup and Toothless
aren’t here.”
“Rome is a very large place, my friend,” Jacob said as he returned from yet
another booth this time carrying a small basket of fruit. He held out the
basket to Gobber who happily took a handful of grapes and began munching on
them. “They could be anywhere. I would have thought they’d be in the coliseum.
The consul loves a good show and if your boy is as good as you say…well he’d
definitely be interested in him. Hell, he’d probably try buying the boy.”
A deep shaky breath rumbled through Stoick. It was one of his greatest fears
when it came to Hiccup, that one day the boy might be captured by a rival tribe
and sold off to the slave traders as a way spite Stoick. Alvin was also known
for such things but not when it came to Hiccup. Even when they first
encountered each other when Hiccup was only eleven and Alvin had captured their
ship he had planned to sale the other Hooligans but had planned to eat Stoick
and Hiccup. Some Outcasts were carnivores and when Alvin had made such a threat
Stoick thought his former friend had become one as well, especially with the
way he would look at Hiccup. It was a strange hungry look that only grew as the
boy got older and his skill with dragons became evident. Stoick mentally kicked
himself in the ass. He should have protected Hiccup better. He should have
nailed the boy’s window shut, did away with Toothless’s prosthetic and harness
and any tools Hiccup might have to rebuild them. He should done something.
“Bah, no one would want to buy a one legged boy with scrawny little arms,”
Gobber said as if that made things all better. But the blacksmith had the same
worried look that Stoick did and they exchanged a look. If someone was going to
buy Hiccup it wouldn’t be due to his looks but his ability to train just about
any dragon and if Alvin was going to sale him he would make sure everyone knew
just how valuable Hiccup was.
. . .
Entering the city was far easier than Dagur ever anticipated and he was nearly
disappointed at the lack of a fight. But he couldn’t really complain. They
entered in the dead of night and using his tracking skills had managed to make
their way through the city in the direction Stoick had taken. Now he followed
the Hooligan chief at a safe distance dressed as a local fisher, a hood
covering his head and obscuring his face should either Stoick or Gobber glance
back. It was rather easy following them now. No one could mistake Stoick even
in a large crowd. The man was nearly seven feet and his red beard and braided
hair a signature of his Vikingness.
Dagur was a little confused. He had expected Stoick to have either found Hiccup
by now or have been captured but they looked as lost as he felt. “I don’t
understand,” he whispered to Harold. “Where’s Hiccup? Stoick’s a tracker like
me. He should have found Hiccup. We should have the lot of them and their
dragons as our prisoners.” He was getting worried. A strange pang of anxiety
tightened his chest as it often did when he and Hiccup were young and the kid
got seriously hurt. It was not a feeling he liked.
His uncle was dressed like a merchant. “We will, Dagur. Patience,” Harold
reminded his nephew and chief. “Perhaps the old man was misinformed or Alvin
took the boy somewhere else. The world is a very large place.”
The young chieftain frowned at his uncle, not liking the condescending tone the
older man was giving him but he may be right. Mildew might have gotten his
facts mixed up – he was rather old – or was lying to them. Whatever the case
Dagur will either capture Hiccup and his Nightfury or hang Mildew from the
mainmast as a show to all who dare lie to him the outcome of such actions. As
for Stoick and Gobber he had a special fate in store for them for deceiving him
about dragons on Berk.
. . .
The southern market place was unlike anything Hiccup had ever seen before. He
had thought his visits to the mainland with his father were filled with many
surprising and curious things but not even Johann ship fill with the odd and
bizarre came close to what this market place held. There were booths filled
will the finest jewelry, with beads and pearls, gold and silver and even bronze
and Hiccup was tempted to buy Astrid a necklace that featured blue gems the
same color of her eyes but it was unlikely he would ever see her again so he
put it down and continued looking. Another table had a variety of fabrics while
another sold pets, birds, lizards, small dragons and monkeys. Hiccup laughed as
a little brown and grey monkey jumped off the seller’s shoulder and onto
Hiccup’s then climbed up onto his head. Toothless gave the little animal a
sniff before growling at it as if to say that Hiccup was his boy, get off. The
monkey gave a cry of alarm and dove back into the merchants arms. Hiccup
hurriedly apologized and gave the dragon a look before moving on to the next
booth.
The Outcasts stayed close but Alvin’s attention was almost completely on
Toothless. He would smile and nod or even laugh when Hiccup showed him
something but he would always be watching Toothless, as if making sure the
dragon didn’t do anything. Hiccup only shrugged it off. He was rather worried
about Toothless as well, after all he was a dragon and even just wagging his
tail could cause havoc without meaning to. So Hiccup tried distracting him by
buying the odd treat that he knew his friend would like.
While Alvin was distracted the consul took the opportunity to chat with Hiccup
and for the most part the youth appreciated the Roman explaining what some of
the strange foods being sold and steering him away from some of the more exotic
ones that would not agree with him – after all if they were too harsh for a man
who happily ate nano-dragons and spicy fireworms without so much as flinching
then it was unlikely Hiccup could eat them – and even Toothless turned up his
nose to them.
“The Arabs and Indians tend to put far too much curry in their food,” the
consul explained as he plucked a plum from a booth and placed it in Hiccup’s
palm before tossing the merchant a coin. “If I remember correctly you weren’t
fond of the spices we used in our food.”
Hiccup shrugged. “That was Fishlegs complaining and sneezing every few minutes.
It takes a little getting used to. Besides, it’s not as if we were offered
anything else to eat. You know, being prisoners of war and all.”
The big man laughed and clapped Hiccup on the shoulder, nearly knocking him
over. “Sadly that was Alvin’s doing but I plan to make it up to you, Hiccup.
Name it. Whatever you want I’ll give it to you. You are my most honored guest.
I will give what you need.” He squeezed Hiccup’s shoulder but whether the boy
understood or not didn’t matter, he would have his turn soon enough.
Toothless was sniffing the next booth, his big head on the table and sniffing
next to a basket of food. The merchant was trying to shove his muzzle away from
the merchandise and not succeeding very well.
“Toothless, don’t do that,” Hiccup chastised as he wrapped his arms around his
friend’s neck and tried to pull and push the dragon away. “He doesn’t mean any
harm. He just smelt something and had to check it…out? Toothless…bud? What’s
wrong?”
The ebony dragon lifted his air and scented the air. Then he looked wildly
about before bleating at Hiccup and getting low to the ground as if to tell his
rider to get on and when that didn’t work he wiggled his bottom and leapt over
the boy’s head, bouncing off one wall to another until he was on top of the
building and running at full sprint to the east.
“Finally,” growled Alvin under his breath.
“Toothless!” Hiccup yelled, running after him but before he got more than a
dozen feet Alvin caught him around the waist and stopped him.
“Hiccup, no,” Viggo said quickly when Alvin set the boy back on his feet. He
got down to Hiccup height. “Stay here. We’ll find Toothless, alright?”
Hiccup spun around the moment Alvin let him go. “He won’t hurt anyone,” he
insisted pleadingly, not wanting Alvin to get angry at Toothless again. I don’t
know why he ran but I promise he won’t hurt anyone. Please don’t hurt him.”
Alvin only smiled gently at him before cupping his cheeks and kissing his
forehead. “It’ll be alright, Hiccup. We’ll find him. You go back to the villa
with the consul. We’ll bring Toothless back as soon as we find him.” Giving the
boy an encouraging smile he turned and gestured for his three followers to
follow him and they gave chase.
Toothless may only be a black speck now but that didn’t stop them. Hiccup
watched as the men disappeared into the crowd with a worried frown. He didn’t
like this. It wasn’t like Toothless to act so particular. He worried his lower
lip as he tried to understand what was the matter with his dragon. Toothless
must have caught the scent of something. If they were back on Berk he would
have thought it was a rabbit or a fresh catch of fish but here…here in could be
anything. He only hoped Alvin didn’t hurt him. He loved Toothless, more than a
pet but a best friend and brother. He couldn’t bare anything bad happening to
him.
The consul placed both hands on Hiccup’s slim shoulders. “Don’t worry so. Alvin
knows how to wrangle dragons. He’ll catch your Toothless without harming him, I
promise,” he said reassuringly before guiding Hiccup back to the carriage.
“Come now. There’s something I think you might find or interest that I want to
show you back at the villa.”
***** Chapter 17 *****
Life As I Knew It 17
A black streak jumped over Dagur’s head followed by outraged yells and
screeches. Dagur barely had a chance to protectively cover his head yet alone
think of drawing a weapon before the dragon was gone and bounding over to an
equally surprised Stoick and Gobber.
“Toothless!” Stoick bellowed with a mighty laugh as the Nightfury all but
tackled him to the ground and licking him half to death. “Toothless…Tooth…easy,
boy, easy. I’m happy to see you too, old friend,” he laughed, stroking the
black dragons head and back and scratching his frills affectionately. He
glanced around hopefully. “Where’s Hiccup?”
The dragon gave a small whine and large sad eyes. Then he grabbed the corner of
Stoick’s robes with his teeth and started dragging him in the direction he had
come.
“I think he wants us to follow him,” observed Gobber as he hurried to the
dragon’s side and placed a hand on Toothless’s head. “Easy there, Toothless.
We’re following but you’re going to trip Stoick up if you drag him.”
As usual the Nightfury listened to the blacksmith and let go of Stoick. He
bounced around excitedly for a moment or two as if telling the two men to hurry
up and then began leading the way once more. He looked like an oversize kitten
proudly taking his masters to see his catch.
Dagur and his Berserkers ducked out of the way, not wishing to be seen as the
Hooligans and dragon rushed past but Dagur was awestruck just as he had been
when Stoick and the dragon riders had landed on his island looking for Hiccup
only more so. This was a Nightfury, Hiccup’s Nightfury, the same Nightfury that
had supposedly attacked him during the peace treaty signing. He should have
felt anger and rage at the sight of it, he felt curious and a pang of worry
instead. Why was the dragon here without its rider? Where was Hiccup? What sort
of trouble was the kid in that his pet dragon would come searching for Stoick
rather than stay with him? It didn’t make sense…unless…
Without word he gave chase. He didn’t bother ducking for cover, he needed to
know. Where was Hiccup? What had happened to cause the dragon to leave his
master?
“Dagur!” Harold yelled in a harsh whisper so Stoick and Gobber couldn’t hear
him but Dagur would not heed his call and continued running after the Hooligans
until suddenly the narrow road was filled with Roman soldiers and the Hooligans
and their guide were surrounded. Harold grabbed Dagur and dashed between two
buildings.
“How dare yo-” the young man started but his uncle slapped a hand over his
mouth.
“Shh…” Harold whispered before letting Dagur go to peak around the corner. The
Hooligans were surrounded by dozens of men all with weapons drawn.
Toothless snarled, getting low on his hunches and ready to blast anyone who
tried to get near Stoick and Gobber. Stoick kept a large hand on his flank,
trying to keep him calm while he accessed the situation. He drew his sword but
didn’t raise it, not yet. But Gobber put a hand on his shoulder and shook his
head.
“You might want to listen to him, Stoick,” a familiar gravelly voice purred,
causing both men to look up.
The soldiers stepped aside and allowed a very odd looking Alvin the Treacherous
that Stoick had to look twice to be sure it was him. He was still a big man but
his hair was cut and beard trimmed and he looked much as he had twenty years
ago when he and Stoick were young men but the clothing was all wrong. Stoick
had to shake his head to get past his shock.
“Where is my boy, Alvin?” Stoick demanded, raising his sword. Unfortunately
this caused the soldiers to draw back their bow strings and aim their arrows.
Alvin only grinned and moved closer as if he were one of the Romans. “Hiccup?
He’s back at the villa, safe and sound.” His eyes widened in mock surprise.
“You’re not here to take him away are you?”
Stoick growled in annoyance. “Let him go, Alvin.”
“Let him go? You act as if I’m keeping him here against his wishes.” The
Outcast chief laughed in merriment. He folded his arms. “You’re so naïve,
Stoick. I figured out a little something about your boy. Show him a little
trust and appreciation and he’s much easier to get along with. Introduce him to
something new and exotic to wet his curiosity and his heart is mine. I don’t
think he’s going to want to go back to Berk where’s he’s unappreciated and
grounded.”
Stoick’s mouth dropped open in surprise. “He told you about that?” he asked
before he could stop himself.
“Oh, Hiccup tells me everything,” Alvin chuckled.
Gobber kept his hand on Stoick’s arm. “He’s baiting up. He won’t hurt Hiccup,
he needs the boy to train his dragon army.”
But Stoick was near his breaking point. “Where’s my boy, Alvin. If you’ve
harmed him in any way I’ll…”
Alvin only laughed. “I would never harm my boy.” He turned away with a wave of
his hand. “Take him and the bald one to the stockades and return the dragon to
his young master.”
“Alvin!” Stoick snarled, leaping past Toothless to attack the other man but
before he could get too far he was taken down by tranquilizer darts. He hit the
ground with a loud thump.
“Stoick!” Gobber shouted, hurrying to help his friend but he was taken down by
the darts as well and so was Toothless.
Alvin glanced back at them with a satisfied smirk. “On second thought, take
them to the coliseum. We’ll have a public execution day after tomorrow. Let
them fight Rome’s finest gladiators,” he told the soldiers in Latin.
The soldiers cheered as the tied up the two Hooligans. They carted them off
with no resistance to the coliseum where there were reinforced cells that not
even the strongest man or dragon could escape. Viggo and Magnus loaded
Toothless’s unconscious form onto a cart. Once that was done Viggo stretched
and popped his back. Toothless wasn’t an overly large dragon but he wasn’t
light either.
“I don’t think Hiccup’s going to be happy when he finds out his two dads are in
prison,” Viggo said with a groan. He gave a small chuckle at the look Magnus
and Olaf gave him and gestured in the direction the soldiers had taken the
Hooligans. “Stoick and Gobber? Hiccup’s two dads? Geeze, have none of you taken
the time to have a full conversation with the boy?”
Alvin gave a snort. “Doesn’t matter. Soon there’ll only be one person he’ll
call ‘Daddy’.”
The other three men looked at each other and two out of three fought to hold
back their laughter. Viggo only rolled his eyes and waited for a few soldiers
to bring the horses needed to cart Toothless back to the villa. While he didn’t
mind Alvin and Hiccup’s relationship he didn’t like way Alvin acted some days.
Yes, Stoick and Gobber were a threat to that relationship but they were
Hiccup’s family, the men who raised him. If Hiccup found out Alvin was putting
them to death it would destroy that very fragile bond the two had.
. . .
Dagur watched all this with mixed emotion. He wanted to laugh out loud at
Stoick getting caught as he did. The great and powerful Stoick the Vast wasn’t
so great and powerful. But at the same time it worried him. Stoick wasn’t even
given a fighting chance and neither was Gobber or the Nightfury. The Romans had
taken down the Nightfury as if it was nothing. That was impossible. What sort
of drug could bring down not only full grown men but also the Spawn of
Lightning and Death itself? And if such a drug could do all that what could it
do to someone as small as Hiccup? And what was Alvin talking about there’ll
only be one person he’ll call Daddy? His stomach churned as an old fear
suddenly hit him, one he thought he had quenched when he killed his father
months ago.
Fighting back that old terror he glanced at his uncle. “Follow Stoick and
Gobber and keep an eye on them. I’m going to follow Alvin and the dragon. No
doubt they’ll lead me to Hiccup.” And what he would do once he found Hiccup he
wasn’t sure anymore. Steal him away from Alvin was obvious but then what? Train
dragons for him? He straightened his back. This didn’t change anything. He
would find Hiccup, whisk him and his precious Nightfury away and force him to
train his own dragon army. And, if the gods favored them, they would find the
elusive Skrill and make it his. He and Hiccup would be brothers of the clouds.
. . .
Hiccup stared up in awe as the consul led him into the largest library he had
seen since the Meathead Library once run by the Hairy Scary Librarian. But
unlike the old musty and stale castle that housed tomes upon tomes of forbidden
knowledge this one was bright and open and books liked the walls of three
stories all of which could be seen through the vast opening in each floor where
a staircase wound its way by to an observatory. A long variety of plants also
filled the large room making the library look a lot like a greenhouse as well
without causing damage to the numerous tomes. It was spellbinding. This was
what he had dreamed for Berk for so long. Very few Vikings could read, most –
including his father and mentor – thought of it as illegal, forbidden and the
cause of much heartache. It had taken a lot of convincing to change the minds
of so many people and to make the Meathead Library public but it was worth it
and Hiccup had borrowed many books over the years or spent hours reading in one
of the castle’s many alcoves but Berk still did not have a library of its own.
“Wow…” he breathed as he walked around the library looking at the spines of
books after books. Many were in Latin but there were others from other
countries, some of which he recognized to be Egypt, India, Arab, French, Welsh
and even Norse. There were books on dragons, horticulture, biology, history and
every subject Hiccup could possible ask for as well as stories to wow the mind.
A smile light his face as he walked from one end of a shelf to another and then
along the other side. Not all shelves had books many had scrolls, some so old
and dusty that they were brittle and the consul advice that Hiccup not open
them unless at one of the tables and to be very careful when doing so.
“It’s not that I don’t trust you, my boy, but some of these tomes are older
than your very culture,” the consul explained as he took a scroll down and
walked toward the table. He blew the dust off it before carefully unrolling it
on a large table in the center of the room. “Now this one here is very old.
It’s the first peace treaty between Rome and Egypt. Can you read it?”
Hiccup stood next to him and looked it over. He chewed his lower lip as he
tried to make sense of the script but other than a handful of hieroglyphs he
couldn’t read Egyptian and what Latin there was made little sense. Finally he
shook his head. “Sorry, no.”
The consul nodded as if expecting as much. “It’s over a thousand years old and
was saved from the Alexandria library before it was burned down. We were only
able to save a few precious scrolls but I dare say they were worth it.” He
smiled down at Hiccup. “And what subject interests you most? Dragons?”
The youth gave a laugh. “Well obviously. I’d like to know a little more about
your dragons. It might help me train them.”
“Very wise of you,” the consul agreed. He rolled up the scroll and returned it
to the shelf before leading Hiccup further into the library where it was a
little darker and private. He placed his hand on Hiccup’s shoulder. “Tell me,
how are you enjoying your stay?”
“Greatly, thank you. It’s so different from Berk. It’s so…warm and vibrant. I
mean the water in warm enough to bath in.” He laughed, feeling rather
embarrassed by the comparison. Alvin had taken him to a bath house a few times
now and they were large enough to fit fifty grown men in and still have room.
And the pools for swimming were just as big if not bigger and just as warm. It
was yet another thing he wished they had on Berk. “And the food…” He shook his
head. “I just can’t get enough. I might actually gain a little weight.”
The consul smiled fondly at him. “You could stay if you wish. All of this can
be yours.”
The boy shook his head. “I doubt Alvin would agree to that. He has a whole
tribe to lead. Once I train your dragons he’d probably want to go back to
Outcast Island…although I can’t imagine why he would ever give any of this up.”
“Alvin likes his freedom,” the consul answered, stopping near another shelf.
“He doesn’t like living under another’s shadow. Soon he will tire of Rome as he
did before and he will tire of you.”
Hiccup stopped and looked at him in surprise. “Excuse me?”
The look the consul gave him was full of pity. “Oh child, I’m sorry to be the
one to break this to you but our dear Alvin is a fickle man. He cares very
deeply for what excites him but sooner or later he grows bored or annoyed,
especially when that something over shadows him and you, my boy, over shadow
him.”
“I don’t understand,” Hiccup said shaking his head.
The consul stepped closer to him and cupped his face. “You are like the sun,
Hiccup. You shine so bright that everyone wants to touch you, to make you
theirs and as such Alvin gets pushed aside. Who do you think came up with the
idea of taking you to town and see our great city? It was no Alvin. He would
keep you locked up here like a precious jewel where no one could see or touch
you but him. But I heard the stories of you flights and quest for freedom, how
you even defy your father to take to the skies. You’re a dragon, child, a human
version of your Nightfury that needs to be tamed not by brick walls and petty
promises but by a calm and steady hand.”
Hiccup blinked up in confusion but when the big man leaned down to kiss him it
became all too clear. He ducked out of the man’s reach and backed away. “Whoa
there. Ah…I appreciate the affection but I’m already spoken for…well, sort of.
Alvin and I have an understanding. There’s no ‘taming’ going on. We’re just…you
know…having fun. Kind of. Look, I think you’ve got the wrong idea here.”
The consul chuckled as if Hiccup was being childish. “No, little one, you don’t
fully understand what’s going on. You are Alvin’s consort, his toy and he owes
me a debt. Now you can be a good boy and pay it for him or…”
“Yeah…no. Thanks. I’m flattered but no thanks. Oaf…” He had backed into a table
and the consul was right there like a huge wall to pin him against it. His
breath hitched as his imagination ran wild. The last thing he wanted was this
man to pin him to the table and rape him for not obeying but he sure as hell
was not going to willing bend over for him either.
“I promise, Hiccup, I know how to make boys like you scream in pleasure. You’ll
be the jewel of my harem,” the consul purred as he placed his hands on either
side of Hiccup’s hips. “Now hope up on the table like a good boy.”
Hiccup controlled his breathing and glared up at the man but he didn’t have
much choice. He hopped up on the table.
“That’s right,” the man said, licking his lips as he gazed at the youth. He
stepped back to release his penis from his under garments.
Hiccup’s eyes hardened and while the consul was distracted he rolled backward
and off the table, landing on his good leg. Then he popped up, glanced at the
stunned consul and turned on his heel to run as fast as he could away from the
man and too his room. He almost tripped over the little slave girl he had seen
earlier but he gave her little mind as he rushed to his chambers where he
slammed the door behind him and slid a chair under the door knob in hopes of
keeping the consul out. It was only then that he took a moment to catch his
breath. His knees felt wobbly and he stumbled to the nearest chair as his heart
raced. He was nearly raped. The consul had tried to force himself on him. Where
was Toothless? Why did he run off on him? Why did Alvin leave him with the
consul? Did he know the man was like that when he left to chase after
Toothless? There were too many questions and not enough answers and right now
there was a mad man after him. He needed a weapon. His gaze swept around the
room but Alvin had given him no weapons of any sort to protect himself,
insuring that they were in the safest place in the world. Yeah right. He didn’t
include the little fact that his best bud was a sadistic sicko with a small
harem of young boys who now wanted to try something a little exotic…namely
Hiccup. Yeah, that could be classed as important information. Where was
Toothless when he really needed him? Hell, where was Alvin the one time he
needed the Outcast most?
Searching the table that seemed to always be filled with fresh food he found a
small paring knife. It wasn’t much but it would have to do. He slipped it into
his sleeve and waited for the enviable.
***** Chapter 18 *****
Life As I Knew It 18
All revenge was sweet. Alvin grinned down at the two Hooligans chained and
behind bars. He had waited so long for this day, so long to exact his revenge
for being cast away and abandoned by his so-called best friend. His eyes
hardened as Stoick stirred. Oh, how his old friend was about to suffer for all
the wrong he had done to him twenty years ago.
Stoick groaned as he came to. One large hand went to his head as he got to his
knees. “Wha…” He blinked as he looked around the dark dank cell in surprise
before growling lowly and turning toward the barred door. “Alvin!” he snarled,
his shout awaking Gobber who looked about blearily as if awaking from a drunk.
Stoick got to his feet, the chains around his arms not slowing him down as he
tried to make a break for his rival. Thankfully for Alvin’s sake the chains
held and he stopped short by several feet. “What have you done with my son?
Where’s Hiccup?”
Alvin had a condescending smile and looked utterly relaxed as he regarded the
other man. “He’s fine, Stoick. Don’t get your britches in a twist. In fact
we’ve come to know each other very well these last two months. He’s quite a
special young man. With some proper guidance he’ll make an amazing chief.”
“What do you want, Alvin?” Stoick demanded, pulling on his chains with all his
might with no success.
A grin lit Alvin’s face. “I have what I want, what I’ve wanted since learning
of the Dragon Conqueror. Your child is now mine.”
“Alvin, he’s just a boy,” Gobber said quickly as he struggled to his feet. “We
both know you favor the youngings and you’re right, Hiccup is special. But
destroy his spirit and he’s no good to anyone, least of all as a dragon
training. You need to let him go.”
It took a moment or two for Stoick to catch on to what Gobber was implying and
he looked appalled that his friend and Hiccup mentor would even apply such a
thing. He looked to Alvin, not wanting to believe the man would stoop so low.
“You…you haven’t, have you?” He blinked away the sting of tears to hide his
weakness and glared daggers at the other man. “If you’ve hurt him in any way
I’ll rip your heart out. I swear Alvin. Even if I die here I’ll haunt you to
the end of your days, so help me Odin.”
Alvin only leered at him. “I haven’t done anything he didn’t ask me to,” he
answered giving Gobber a wink. “He’s a very curious boy. So many questions and
so open to new sensations.”
The blacksmith’s mouth fell open. “You son a bitch!” he snarled, launching
himself at the barred doors with just as much luck as Stoick. “When we get out
of here you won’t have to worry about what Stoick might do to you, I’ll get to
you first, you bastard! You hear me?!”
The Outcast chief only chuckled as he walked away. He tripled the guard knowing
that now that Stoick and Gobber were in a rage they would do everything in
their power to try and escape. It would make the battle between them and the
gladiators all the more intense. Perhaps he would bring Hiccup to witness their
demise. It might be shocking for the boy but with the proper stimulation he’d
get over it soon enough. And seeing Hiccup at his side was sure to break Stoick
once and for all.
He felt nearly giddy with the knowledge he had won. After all these long years
he had finally defeated Stoick the Vast and took claim of his son. Just the
thought of Hiccup made his inside turn with need. It might be a little soon but
he felt like celebrating. He hurried back to the villa on horseback. There were
many miles between the coliseum and even if Stoick and Gobber somehow escaped
their prison it was unlikely they would ever locate the villa and even if they
somehow did Hiccup was already his. He would never return to his life on Berk,
of that he was sure.
The large doors opened without him needing to slow the brown horse down. He
rode into the courtyard, stopping when the servants came to relieve him of his
steed. Dust had arrived and he grinned when he noticed Viggo going into the
barn with a basket full of fish. Obviously Toothless was still unconscious
otherwise he would already be up in Hiccup’s room. The soldiers had given the
dragon four times the amount of tranquilizer than they had Stoick and Gobber to
insure he would not be trouble on the way back to the villa but it would seem
Viggo had taken a shine to the dragon. Well the young man was good with animals
and if any of his men were fit to be a dragon rider it would be Viggo.
“Alvin,” the consul said by way of greeting, strolling toward Alvin with
purpose in his steps.
Alvin’s good mood momentarily deflated. “What’s wrong? Where’s Hiccup?” he
demanded quickly, fearing that perhaps Stoick and Gobber weren’t alone and that
those accursed Dragon Riders may have attacked the villa. Jacob had not spoken
of any other Hooligans when he paid him for helping in the capture of the two
men. Nonetheless he glanced skyward, expecting the worse.
“Held up in his room,” the older man grumbled, glaring at said boy’s balcony.
“He is a feisty one and defiant as can be.”
That made Alvin laugh. “I warned you,” he chuckled in too good of a mood to
really wonder why Hiccup would defy the consul.
“How did the capture go?” the consul asked, changing topics with a deep breath.
“Brilliantly! They’ll be more than ready for your little circus.”
“Excellent. And the boy? Will you be telling him?”
Alvin stopped and looked at the other man as if he was insane. “Are you
kidding? No, not until the execution at least. Maybe not at all. I don’t know.
Hiccup is delicate. Make the wrong move and he might turn against us.”
“Perhaps but what if we introduce him to something new? A sensation unlike
anything he felt before? That should keep him happy for a while, no?” the
consul offered with a cunning smile. “But first, let’s celebrate your little
victory. How about we grab a few bottles of wine and champagne and go visit
Hiccup. I’m sure he’ll be happy you’re back.”
Alvin just beamed happily as he strolled into the large house. Oh yes, he and
Hiccup needed some quality time together. They were going to celebrate all
night long. But before he started his celebrations with the young Hooligan heir
he spent a few hours drinking with the consul and telling him of his final
victory over the boy’s father. The consul knew of their quarrel, had listened
to Alvin rave about the other man many times when he first visited Rome to seek
out his mother to curse Stoick so it was no surprise to hear the man gloat
about his brilliance at using Toothless to find Stoick when the Outcast guiding
the Hooligans informed him that he couldn’t keep the two going in circles for
much longer. Alvin drank endlessly as he laughed and talked of how he planned
to demoralize his old enemy and the future that he now had planned for Hiccup
and how they would be able to rule the Archipelago without Stoick to stop them.
The consul frowned. He had his own plans for Hiccup now and none of them had
anything to do with the boy returning north with Alvin. The boy was exotic, his
pale freckled skin refreshing and looked so soft. And he was of royal blood.
Such a rare treat could not be passed up and he planned to offer Alvin his
weight in gold to make the boy his. To have someone like Hiccup hanging off his
arm at council meetings would make him the most popular and powerful consul in
the state, perhaps even more so at one of the orgies he or a fellow consul
hosted. He could think of a number of men who would pay top coin for a few
minutes with the boy. Yes the boy was playing hard to get but once he knew who
his master was he would bow before him like all the others.
Alvin slammed his chalice on the table as if it were a tankard. “Hiccup!
Where’s my Hiccup?” he bellowed with a chuckle before pushing back his chair
and standing. He gave a loud belch as he headed toward the exit.
“Alvin,” the consul purred as he hurried to catch up. “Have you considered my
offer?”
“What offer?” Alvin slurred, glancing at him with bleary eyes.
The consul tut-tutted. “To give the boy a new sensation, something he never
felt before or will again.” He smiled as if his old friend was being forgetful.
Alvin shook his head. “You’re not having him. He’s mine. Hiccup is my Hiccup.
If you hurt him while I was gone…”
“I would never try to steal your consort.”
“He’s not a consort. Hiccup is…Hiccup is mine, understand me?” A nasty look
crossed Alvin’s face and had he been sober it might have been scary but the
consul knew that there was little his friend could do in this state.
“Of course, of course, my friend. What I’m suggesting is no worse than how we
played with your old con-lover… That Egyptian boy?” He waited until he had
Alvin’s full attention. “You said yourself that you gain Hiccup’s interest by
slowly introducing him to sex. You’ve been fucking him nearly every night. Have
you tried new positions or had him suck you off yet?” At the blank look Alvin
gave him he knew that his friend had yet to make the boy do so. “Have you
fisted him? No? Alvin, you above everyone should know you have to mix things up
to keep one so young interested.”
“Hiccup is still very young. I don’t want to push him too fast,” Alvin
explained with a worried look that was more of a father talking about his son’s
battle skills than his young sex partner. Alcohol did nothing to help his upper
brain functions.
“If you don’t switch things up soon he’ll get bored and look for another lover,
someone more experienced and adventurous,” the consul warned.
Alvin looked thoughtful but in reality he was in a bit of a panic, his drunk
mind wondering if the consul was right. “What do you suggest?”
The consul handed him two bottles of his finest wine. “Woe him with these and
when he is calm and easy to mold I’ll help you. We’ll celebrate your victory
with him and I’ll show just what is needed to make him putty in your hands
without pounding his tight little ass.”
The Outcast frowned. “You won’t fuck him.”
“I never ‘fuck’,” the consul said in distaste. No, he’d made that mistake when
he cornered Hiccup earlier. He should have tried seducing him more but it had
been awhile since he had to do such a thing. Most of his harem had been trained
at an early age to obey and seduce him, not the other way around. Hiccup would
be a challenge and a treat once he was conquered.
Nodding, as if he had the last word, Alvin headed to his boy’s room without a
care if the consul came or not. He was in the mood to celebrate and he wanted
his Hiccup to participate.
. . .
It had been hours and now it was very late. The sky outside was dark and stars
twinkled outside. Hiccup stood on the balcony and stared out over the
courtyard, hoping to see Toothless but the dragon had yet to return and his
worry was growing with every passing minute. Watching the guards patrolling the
high stone walls and courtyard he debated whether or not to take his sheets and
create a rope and leave. It would take all day to reach Rome by foot but he was
willing to risk it. What if Toothless was hurt? What if the soldiers mistook
him for a wild dragon again? What if…?
“What the hell?” an all too familiar voice snapped as the door banged against
the heavy chair.
Hiccup jumped, but not in fear but relief. He ran across the room and pushed
the chair away. The door flew open the moment it was out of the way. “Alvin!”
he chirped happily. He frowned slightly at the smell of alcohol and knew right
away the man had been drinking but that really wasn’t anything new depending on
the quantity.
The man glanced down at him then at the chair. “You locking me out now, boy?”
he asked in mock anger.
“Not you,” Hiccup said quickly as he moved out of the man’s way. He leaned
against the table as Alvin swaggered inside, looking all too pleased with
himself. “Did you find Toothless?”
“Aye, sleeping like a baby in the stables. Blasted thing’s too heavy to drag up
here. He should be up and about by morning.”
A sigh of relief escaped Hiccup and all the anxiety he had been feeling ebbed
some. “Thank the Gods. Thank you. I don’t know what I would do without him.”
Alvin flopped down in one of the arm chairs and gave his boy a cunning smile.
“Well I can think of a few ways you can thank me.”
Normally Hiccup would laugh and sit on his lap but this time he looked away
with a frown. “Look, Al, I think we should talk. I know I’m supposed to train
the dragons for you – and I will – but I don’t think here is the best place.”
He glanced back at Alvin with pleading eyes. “I want to go home. I mean, the
Archipelago at least. I don’t like it here anymore.”
“Nonsense!” Alvin said waving the very thought away. “You love it here. The
bath houses, the large rooms, the food. What more can you ask for? Your dragon
running off is just one of those things. I’ll always find him. He never goes
far.”
Shaking his head Hiccup knelt before the big man, knowing he listened better
when Alvin looked down at him. He took the man’s hands and looked up at him.
“It’s not that. Toothless will be temperamental until you let us fly but that’s
not what’s bothering me. It’s your friend the consul, he’s not…his not that
good of a friend. He…”
Alvin only laughed and took Hiccup’s upper arms in his massive hands. “My
little angel!” he laughed, pressing his lips to Hiccup’s. “I’ve known the
consul near twenty years. He’s a little off but he means well.”
“No…Alvin, he doesn’t mean well. He…”
“Scared you? He’s good at that. He’s a very big man, you know.”
Hiccup ran a hand over his face. “You’re not listening. The consul tried to…”
“Ah, you should have seen him when we first met. He was nearly double his size.
He lost all that weight because of you, you know. Back at Fort Sinister and
that whole nano-dragon fiasco. Can’t believe he ate them alive but who am I to
tell the man what’s a delicacy and what’s not?” Alvin laughed as he uncorked a
bottle of wine.
“Yeah, I remember. Look, I think we’re in troub-” He rolled his eyes as Alvin
interrupted again.
“I tried it once but the way they kicked and wiggled going down my throat was
enough to turn me off,” the man went on between swigs of wine.
“This is becoming very one sided,” Hiccup grumbled. He got up, intent on
getting Alvin a plate of food to help absorb the alcohol but he was pulled onto
the man’s lap with the bottle held to his lips. “Thanks but…” he began only to
have the bottle up turned and the bitter liquid rush into his mouth. Now he had
one of two choices, swallow or spit it up. He chose to swallow it just to keep
Alvin happy. Once the bottle was removed from his lips it was replaced by
Alvin’s lips and the man ravished him.
“You worry too much, lad. Tonight we’ll celebrate,” Alvin told him before
taking another swig. He eyed Hiccup with hungry eyes then pushed him off his
lap so that he was standing before him. “Do me a favor, my angel, and strip.
Slowly.”
Hiccup raised a surprise brow. “Alvin, we really need to talk.”
“We will, we will,” Alvin assured as he lounged back in his chair. “But I’ve
had a long day chasing your dragon so I deserve a little thank you by ways of
you giving me a little strip tease. Dance for me.”
The boy just stared at him in complete shock. Alvin must be completely drunk to
request such a thing. Taking a deep breath Hiccup shook his head and walked
away. “Get back to me when you’re sober,” he said, heading toward the door but
despite his large size Alvin was quick on his feet and before Hiccup could
reach the door he had the boy around the waist and off the ground.
“You are sassy as ever, aren’t you, boy?” he quipped as if more amused by
Hiccup’s actions than angry. He sat back down and laid the boy over his lap.
“The consul mentioned you were being ungrateful today. Well do you know what
happens to naughty little boys like you?”
“I wasn’t being ungrateful,” Hiccup insisted, wiggling and trying to find a way
to escape what he knew was coming. While he father had only ever spanked him
once that memory was engraved in his mind forever and it was not one he liked
to think of. “Alvin, he tried to – ow! Son of a Terror!”
The first slap smarted but he was over his clothing. A moment later that
protective barrier was gone and Alvin was rubbing his ass between slaps. It
hurt and made Hiccup cry out each time but the way Alvin massaged in between
sent heat to the youth’s groin and his dick awoke. He bit his lip and tried not
to make any more noise and soon enough Alvin grew bored and let him up.
Hiccup rubbed his rump and glared at the man. “That was uncalled for,” he
grumbled unhappily.
“If you’re going to misbehave then you’re going to be punished,” Alvin smirked.
He waved his hand for Hiccup to get on with it.
“Seriously?” Hiccup asked. With a sigh he took off his shirt and threw it
aside. “Happy?”
Alvin glanced at his pants.
Hiccup shook his head. “Nuh uh,” he said and folded his arms across his narrow
chest. “You think a spanking is going to get me to strip you’ve got another
thing coming. I deal with dragons all day. Try riding a Nightfury or Monstrous
Nightmare for twelve hours straight. My butt stings a hell of a lot worse after
that than it does now.” He climbed onto the man’s lap and placed his hand on
Alvin’s shoulders. “You’ll have to try something better than a spanking to make
me strip.”
Large hands went around his slim waist. “I can always flog you.”
“You wouldn’t dare,” Hiccup teased, his head tilting to one side innocently
before pressing his lips to Alvin’s.
They went into a full make out session full of touching and kissing, drinking
and fondling until both were laughing, Hiccup easily taking on Alvin’s joyous
mood. And since he didn’t usually drink the alcohol quickly went to his head
and Alvin was able to wiggle him out of his pants and underwear until he was
nude and putty in his hands. Alvin was heavily groping his nether region when
the door opened and heavy footsteps filled the room. Hiccup went to look up but
Alvin cupped his face and continued kissing him as if not hearing their
unexpected guest. But dread filled Hiccup when he felt a large hand on the back
of his neck.
“Did you tell him of the fun we have planned for him tonight?” the consul
purred when Alvin looked up through a drunken haze.
Fear tightened Hiccup’s chest and even though his mind was a little numb he
knew that whatever the consul had planned it couldn’t be good but now he was
stuck between two very big, very horny drunk men with no route of escape and
Toothless was unconscious in the staples so even if he screamed there was no
one to help him. “Alvin,” he breathed hoping the Outcast would quickly see
sense but it would seem when drunk only Alvin’s lower brain functioned.
“We’re celebrating tonight, angel. Let the consul touch you. I’m right here,
you’re in no danger whatsoever,” Alvin assured, kissing his brow. “Besides, if
anyone is good at training a sex partner it’s him.”
Alvin’s version of safe and Hiccup’s were vastly different but any choice
Hiccup may have had was taken from him as the consul bent him backwards and
laid a disgustingly sloppy kiss that smelt full of alcohol and made Hiccup want
to gag.
“I always get what I want,” the consul slurred, licking Hiccup’s lips. “You’re
going to learn that very…very soon.”
***** Chapter 19 *****
Life As I Knew It 19
Dagur stuck to the shadows as he moved around the barn where the Nightfury had
been stashed away. After seeing it with Stoick and the way it acted like a
protective pet he was certain it was the same one from the fake dragon attack
and in fact Hiccup’s mount. The soldier in charge of the animal seemed very
protective of it and had been by its side ever since its capture. It was rather
particular but for now Dagur ignored it in favor of finding Hiccup first.
Besides if he had Hiccup the dragon would follow or vice versa but he favored
the idea of having Hiccup first. He and his “brother” needed to have a few
words about lying and keeping secrets.
He waited until the change of guard before entering the courtyard. It was quite
a run from the barn to the palace – what else could it be it was so large –
almost three hundred feet and while Dagur was in top health he was a little
winded once he reached the wall. Then he closed his eyes and listened
carefully. He wasn’t really sure what he expected to hear, maybe Hiccup’s
nasally voice humming and singing some Hooligan lullaby to pass the time or
maybe the clanking of chains as he scurried about like a slave. Then he would
swoop in and “save” his old friend and whisk him back to Berserk Island and
demand his utter surrender. A smile curled his lips when he heard a familiar
cry as if the younger boy were being struck. He waited until the cries stopped
before scaling the side of the building up to a large balcony. He thought it
would open to the Great Hall or some banquet hall so he pressed against the
wall, staying in the shadows and peered around the opening. What he saw made
his heart stop and any thought of lies and dragons vanished to be replaced by
an old fear that he had thought he had killed and would never hurt him again.
Hiccup, the runt of the Hooligan tribe, his childhood friend, his brother, was
trapped between two men, both far larger than him. They touched him in ways
that no man should touch one so young, even if Hiccup was of age. And he
doubted they had Hiccup’s consent because while there was a look of pleasure on
his face there was no mistaking the fear and anger on it as well. It was
something Dagur was all too familiar with not so long ago when he was Hiccup’s
age. But he couldn’t move. He couldn’t save Hiccup. He was trapped in the fear
and nightmare of his past and all he could do was turn away. His back slumped
against the wall and he slid down it until he was sitting with his knees
against his chest, feeling small and childlike and very, very afraid as
memories he had fought against for a very long time consumed him. Everyone has
a breaking point and Dagur’s came at a very high price.
. . .
Two pairs of large hands moved along Hiccup’s body, one callused and rough
while the other was far too sooth and clammy. Hiccup fought hard to ignore the
second pair but the consul was insistent that he pay attention to him and kept
turning his head away from Alvin’s to kiss him in his own strange way and of
course Alvin was too drunk to do anything other than chuckle, his arousal all
that mattered. Well Hiccup was not going to make this easy for the consul.
“Alvin,” he said in what he hoped was his most seductive and childlike voice
once the consul released him again. “Can we move this to the bed? I want to
tame your dragon.” He whispered the last part against his bearded chin and gave
his best puppy dog eyes.
“No, I want to eat off him at the table,” the consul insisted, put out by the
way Alvin only had eyes for the boy. “Alvin, we agreed…”
“Please,” Hiccup pleaded, cupping Alvin’s cheek when he went to look away. “My
lord?” His stomach churned at the very words but he knew the best way to get
Alvin’s attention was through flattery and stroking his ego and it worked.
Alvin kissed him with such passion Hiccup feared he would be suffocated. Then,
pushing the consul aside, the Outcast chief lifted Hiccup up bridle style and
carried him to the large bed where he instantly lay him dawn and resumed
worshipping his slight form which was a fair share better than the consul
touching him. But it was still very hard to relax. The consul was watching
their every move with hungry eyes. Hiccup ignored him the best he could as he
encouraged Alvin on. Yeah, sexy talk was not his thing but he gave it his best.
Alvin peppered him with kisses and slurred words of admiration, adoration and
love, all the things Hiccup sorely wished were truly meant for him and of
course the youth whimpered and arched as Alvin played his body like a harp.
“Yes…yes,” he whimpered, wanting Alvin and only Alvin to touch him. He could
feel the man erection pressing against his thigh and knew it would be long
before the man would enter him and he was sure that in Alvin’s presently
condition it would be hard and fast and his ass was sure to hurt come morning.
But it was worth it if it kept the consul away.
Sadly, the Gods were usually against him.
“Alvin,” the consul purred in an oddly seductive voice that made Alvin look up
with bleary eyes. “Need I remind you this is not how we share?”
To Hiccup’s utter surprise Alvin sat back on his hunches looking rather
confused and not quite there. Hiccup leaned on his elbows and tried getting his
lovers attention back on him. “Alvin…Master? Please, I need your cock in me.”
When that didn’t work he tried something he knew Alvin secretly wanted but
hadn’t had him do yet. “I want to suck your big juicy cock. I want it all the
way down my throat and drink your seed.”
That snapped Alvin out of whatever trance the consul had him under and he
grabbed him and pulled him into the fiercest kiss they had shared yet. It
bruised his lips and was so possessive that Hiccup was certain he had nothing
left to worry about. Alvin shuffled back on the bed to give Hiccup room to get
on all fours and hurriedly rid himself of all his clothing. It was a rather
awkward position for Hiccup, his bad knee had been bugging him since the long
walk through the market place. He hadn’t dared take it off after his encounter
with the consul in the library.
Alvin’s hand cupped the back of his head as Hiccup lowered his mouth to the
large weeping organ. “Now take it slow, boy. Don’t try taking it all at once,
you’ll just hurt yourself. Pull back the skin a little more and lick the slit.
Yes…just like that. Good boy. Now stick your tongue in a little. Hmm…good,
good. Alright, swirl your tongue.” After that he couldn’t stop from pushing
into Hiccup’s mouth, not all the boy, he didn’t want to gag the boy but it was
certainly hard not to fuck his hot little mouth and invade his tight throat.
“Suck, my angel. Suck hard.”
It tasted weird but not bad and Hiccup did as he was told. He held the base of
Alvin’s cock in one hand as he balanced himself holding the man’s hip with the
other. All the while Alvin massaged his scalp and continued murmuring slurred
words of encouragement, praising him each time he took a little more of his
vast length into his throat. It made Hiccup want to push himself further and he
would swallow as much of Alvin’s length as he safely could and hum softly,
remembering the way it felt when Alvin had done it to him. He accidentally bit
done when the bed suddenly moved behind him and a pair of big hands grasped his
rear. If Alvin wasn’t holding his head in place he would have jumped off the
bed and ran for the door.
“Beautiful,” the consul purred, pulling Hiccup’s ass cheeks apart to inspect
the tight ring of muscle hidden between them. He chuckled when Hiccup began
shaking. “You were right, Alvin. He’s still as tight as a virgin. We’ll need to
stretch him to the fullest.”
Alvin’s fingers combed through Hiccup’s hair. “Relax, love,” he told Hiccup
softly. “We’re celebrating. A celebration isn’t fun without friends and the
consul is our friend, remember?”
If Hiccup could answer he would have told Alvin just what he thought of the
consul but he say nothing with a large cock in his mouth but he shivered when
he felt some cold liquid – most likely wine – poured down his back and crack
and over his hole. Again he tried pulling away but Alvin had a firm hold on him
now. He was trapped as the two men shared the bottle before one of them slammed
it onto a nearby table. Why couldn’t Alvin be his usual selfish self?
A muffled cry escaped Hiccup when the consul began tonguing his hole and eating
his ass out. His legs nearly gave out at the shock of it and his stomach
knotted at the sudden sensation. He almost forgot exactly who was behind him.
Gods, it was as if the consul knew exactly where to touch inside him even
better than when Alvin first ate him out. Hiccup was seeing stars and he
whimpered and cried into Alvin’s cock, thankful for that organ being in his
mouth and muffling the sounds. It ended all too soon yet not soon enough only
to be replaced with fat chubby fingers.
“Like that, little prince?” the consul purred, bending his fingers in such a
way that Hiccup’s prostrate seemed to pulse and he nearly collapsed. The consul
chuckled. “That’s what I thought.”
Despite the pleasure the consul gave in those few minutes, when he entered
Hiccup it was not gentle, nor was it meant to be. It was brutal and meant to
show Hiccup just who was in control. He slammed into the youth, his fat cock
only half the length of Alvin’s but considerably thicker. Hiccup screamed but
not only due to being impaled so harshly but also because he was forced to take
so much more of Alvin’s length down his thought at the same time as he was
shoved forward. Alvin either didn’t notice or didn’t care. He groaned in
delight as he massaged Hiccup’s head.
“Good boy, take it all if you can. That’s right. Keep swallowing. Yes, Gods,
your throat feels so good,” Alvin praised in complete bliss.
The consul only chuckled behind Hiccup as he took the boy’s hips in his big
hands. “Yes, doesn’t he look perfect impaled by both our cocks, Alvin? Don’t
worry, boy, after we fill you I’ll make sure you cum over and over again.” He
lowered his head until his lips were just above Hiccup’s ear. “This would have
been so much easier had you just accepted my offer earlier but don’t worry,
lad, I’ll be sucking you dry soon enough. And Alvin will happily join me.”
And Hiccup believed him. Alvin wasn’t acting like himself. It was like he was
someone else or his mind was off somewhere else. His hips had begun moving and
Hiccup was sure that the man would cum in his mouth at any moment. It would be
the first time Hiccup had eaten cum and he wasn’t sure if he was truly ready
for that yet. Thankfully Alvin pulled out before that happened.
Hiccup took deep gulping breathes, thankful to finally be able to catch his
breath even if the consul was inside him. That relief quickly died as he was
pulled up against the consul by the throat until his back was firmly against
the man’s front.
“Good boy,” the man purred. He pressed the mouth of the wine bottle to Hiccup’s
lips as he gasped for breath and tipped it up so that the liquid poured down
his throat, stinging the torn muscles but he had no choice but to swallow again
and again, the consul refusing to pull the bottle away until Hiccup had drank
every last drop. Then he threw the bottle aside and all Hiccup heard was a
glass shattering as his mouth was plundered by the horrible man.
Hiccup couldn’t think, his mind was mush and even his nose was stinging from
the alcohol. Luckily Alvin still got jealous fast and pulled Hiccup face away
from the consul to kiss him as well. When the kiss ended Alvin licked his lips
and gave a drunken smile.
“You’re so much better than I ever imagined,” he slurred, a hand running down
Hiccup’s chest to tweak his dick which was hard despite how hard Hiccup fought
against the pleasure the consul’s mouth had given him. “The things we can teach
you…”
“Alvin…please, stop this. He’s hurting me,” Hiccup pleaded. He wasn’t lying.
The consul’s fat manhood seemed to fill him in ways that Alvin’s didn’t and the
forced entry had ripped his muscles. It hurt just having that cock in him. His
mind raced as he tried to think of some way out of this situation but he didn’t
know how. The paring knife was with his clothing back by the chair and there
was nothing else nearby other than a few burning candles.
Alvin cupped his face and kissed his brow. “Shh…shh… It’s alright, love. It’s
alright. I’m going to make it all better.”
Yeah, obviously all better meant two different things to them. Hiccup had hoped
it would end but instead Alvin’s fingers moved lower to poke at Hiccup’s and
the consul’s joining and against all odds somehow slipped inside. They moved in
and out, first one, then two, then three, stretching him far more than what
should be humanly possible. And then, cupping Hiccup’s face with one hand,
Alvin thrust into him.
Hiccup screamed as he was filled to the brim. His stomach extended more than
any other time he and Alvin had sex. He could feel the consul’s length pressing
against his spine while Alvin’s pressed into his belly. He whimpered as they
began moving into him, bouncing him between them like some toy. It hurt – Gods
did it hurt – and he instinctively grasped Alvin’s shoulders for support. He
felt like he was being torn in two. It was hard to think. He blinked back tears
as he tried to come up with some form of escape but all he knew was pain.
“Tight, so tight…” Alvin whispered against his ear as he pulled Hiccup into a
crushing hug. “Tighter than when I first took you. You’re like a virgin again.”
All Hiccup could do to answer was sob.
“He likes it hard, doesn’t he, my friend?” the consul asked, his hand sliding
down to squeeze Hiccup’s length and deny him orgasm. “He likes to scream, just
like the Egyptian boy, doesn’t he?”
“Don’t talk of him,” Alvin warned, holding Hiccup protectively against him even
while the other man fucked him raw. “Hiccup is different. He’s special.”
“They’re all special,” the consul scoffed as he rotated his hips and drove into
Hiccup.
Hiccup bit back another cry, determined to defy this man even if it killed him.
Alvin tried to sooth him, counter the consul’s thrusts with gentler ones and
promises that it would be over soon. But the consul had many years of
experience, many young consorts to practice one. He knew how to hold out, how
to make sex last a very long time while staying hard and delaying orgasm. He
planned to dominate Hiccup in every way and Hiccup knew it even if Alvin had
yet to see it. Hiccup had to find a weapon now. He only had one option and it
was a long shot at best.
Despite the pain he began kissing Alvin, pressing into him and trying to ignore
the consul. He stretched as far as he could past Alvin toward one of the
candles on the bedside table. He couldn’t quit reach. “Alvin…” he whimpered,
feeling faint now, the pain was beginning to subside to pleasure but he didn’t
want to feel pleasure at the consul’s hand. He didn’t want this, any of this.
Alvin must have finally realized this. He pulled Hiccup even tighter to him and
moved to lie back so that the youth was startling him and pulling him away from
the consul. Unfortunately the move was so sudden that whether than reach for
the candle Hiccup’s arm was suddenly in the flame. He gave a scream of agony
and yanked his arm back.
“Hiccup!” Alvin yelled, recognizing the difference in Hiccup’s voice. He
instantly kicked the consul away, pulled out and rolled Hiccup onto the bed.
“Sweet Thor! What did you do?”
Hiccup only held his arm to his chest, tears streaming down his cheeks. Whether
they were from the forced threesome or the burn he wasn’t quite sure. All he
knew was pain.
“Get some water and clothe!” the Outcast chief ordered the consul, sounding
like his old self once more. “Hiccup, Hiccup, look at me lad. No closing your
eyes. I’ll never hear the end of it from your blasted father if something
actually happened to you.” He gently slapped Hiccup’s cheek until the boy
opened his eyes and gazed up at him.
A broken look covered Hiccup face, a look that once Alvin would have paid his
weight in gold to see but now tore at his heart. “My father doesn’t care; if he
did he would have found me by now.”
Alvin sighed, tempted to tell Hiccup the truth but then he would lose
everything he had fought so hard for. He glared at the consul who had yet to
budge from the bed. “Get some bloody water. His arm is blistering!”
“He did it on purpose,” the other man cursed, his erection now at half-mast and
out outraged look in his eyes.
“Are you daft? He slipped when I changed position. You think the boy would
purposely give himself a third degree burn?” Alvin snarled. He placed a hand on
Hiccup’s chest to make him stay still as well as protect him. “Get out!” he
snapped at the consul. “If you won’t help then get out. NOW!”
The consul glowered at them before gathering his robe and storming out. Alvin
watched his every move until the door slammed shut then he got up and grabbed
the pitcher of water and returned. He set it on the bedside table then began
ripping length from the top sheet. One length was dunked into the water and
applied directly to the burn. “Hold it steady but don’t put too much pressure
on it,” he instructed, seeing Hiccup coming to. While Hiccup did that he
fetched some ointment then applied that over the burn and wrapped it in the
second length of fabric. When Alvin was done Hiccup looked a little better yet
he still wasn’t quite himself. He looked broken, unsure and very scared.
Brushing sweating auburn hair aside, Alvin gazed down at the youth with clear
calculating eyes, his stupor gone in his panic over the boy’s safety. “You did
it on purpose, didn’t you, boy?” he asked, his voice gentle despite the slight
annoyance he felt.
“You wouldn’t listen,” Hiccup answered, confirming Alvin’s suspensions. He
shook his head, tears shining in his emerald eyes once more. “I tried to tell
you but…”
Alvin huffed and looked away, his anger growing. “Hiccup, we’re guests here. I
don’t like this either. Hell I hate the idea of anyone other than me touching
you, least of all Alexander but the fact of the matter is I’m not in charge
here. I owe a debt that needs to be paid and it would have been tonight but
now…”
“Wait…what are you saying?”
The man ran a hand over his face and sighed. “How do you feel?”
Hiccup just stared at him.
“Are you hurt?” Alvin demanded his voice sharp.
The boy nodded, cowering back a little, something he rarely did.
Another sigh escaped Alvin. He gave a curt nod and stood up. “Alright, I’ll
send for Toothless. Try and get some sleep.” He didn’t say anything else. He
got dressed and left like an angry storm and Hiccup was left alone, his lower
half in such pain he couldn’t think through it. He reached down to his
prosthetic and undid the ties to free it from his stump. Once that was off he
rolled onto his side and curled into a small ball. He passed out before
Toothless even reached him.
. . .
Dagur wasn’t sure when it all ended or even how long it went on for. His mind
had slipped into the nightmare of his past, of the horrible things that had
happened to him only a few short years ago. He had thought he had conquered
those demons when he had killed his father, never thinking anything –
especially regarding Hiccup – could bring those memories back to the surface.
Hiccup’s scream of agony had brought him out of that dark place and snapped him
back to reality. This was not the cry of pain that came from rough hard sex,
that was almost always a whether whimpering pant full of sobs. No this was the
sharp cry that came from an injury like the blade of a knife shoved into the
fleshy meat of the belly or from having a limp ripped from the body. Dagur had
quickly glanced back into the room and while it took a moment to locate where
everyone was there was no mistaking that Hiccup had somehow been burned.
Instinct had him on his feet at once, demanding he charge the two men and
protect Hiccup as his father had instilled in him as a boy. Every part of him
demanded he do just that but that part of him that wanted to defy his father
even in death held him back. His stubborn nature refused to give in. This was
Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Third, son of Stoick the Vast, both of whom had
lied to him about training dragons. He deserved whatever the men gave him. He
deserved to be punished. He deserved to be used as someone’s plaything.
No he didn’t.
His mind warred over what to do and he decided to wait until Alvin left the
room before making his move. After all he had come all this way and he wasn’t
about to leave without Hiccup, regardless what had been done to him. Moving
slowly and quietly he headed toward the bed and the now sole occupant. He
pushed away his anxiety and masked it under a mask of self-importance. Perhaps
he could make Hiccup think he was there to rescue him to gain his favor, maybe
even team up to rescue Stoick and Gobber. Besides, the Hooligans owed him after
lying about the dragons and what better way to ensure their allegiance than by
rescuing their chief and heir?
He opened his hand to place on the younger boy’s shoulder and wake him when he
paused. He had noticed Hiccup’s fake leg before but he had not seen the stump
or the amount of scar tissue. There were many cripples amongst the Berserkers,
those who fought great battles and lost a limp in the process. Hiccup had lost
his against the Red Death and it only then hit home at what an accomplishment
that most have been and to do so he had to have had help and not the Viking
kind. It had to be that…
“Nightfury!” he gasped as a black blur rushed him and knocked him away from the
bed. Dagur rolled to his feet, his hand instantly going for the axe at the
small of his back. The ebony dragon stood between him and Hiccup and gave a low
warning growl. A tug of war pulled at Dagur’s mind, one to battle this beast
and take its head as trophy while the other thought only of Hiccup and how he
couldn’t let the younger boy be hurt again. Slowly he stood and raised both his
hands to show he meant no harm. It didn’t seem to matter to the Nightfury, it
took a step toward Dagur, mouth open and a bright blue glow of plasma showing.
Dagur took a step back and it wasn’t until his back was pressed against the
rail of the balcony that he realized he had been kicked out of the room and had
only two options open to him, leave or be blown to kingdom come. “Alright,
alright,” he snarled at the dragon. “I’m going. You better start protecting him
properly or I’ll be back.”
The look the animal gave him was rather confusing. It shut its mouth and licked
its chops before tilting its head to one side and raising an ear as if confused
by what Dagur said. Then it turned back toward the room, flicked its tail and
knocked Dagur over the balcony. The Berserker chief rolled with the fall and
managed to land on his feet without serious injury. He glanced back up at the
balcony in shock and shook his head. “Yeah right, like I’m that easy to get rid
of,” he chuckled to himself.
Up above Toothless grunted as he sniffed his young rider, smelling to his
disgust not only Alvin on his boy but also the consul. He sighed lowly and
climbed onto the bed, careful not to jostle Hiccup. Curling around his boy he
slowly and methodically began cleaning him only glancing up when he saw
movement on the balcony. The stupid Berserker was back and watching them. He
frowned but highly doubted the boy would attack. He kept one eye on the young
chieftain while he continued cleaning Hiccup and when that was done he settled
on the bed and wrapped his wings around the both of them, not willing to allow
anyone else to harm his boy.
***** Chapter 20 *****
Life As I Knew It 20
Snotlout whistled as the riders flew over the city. Even for all his boosting,
all the times he had visited the mainland with his parents, he had never ever
seen anything like this. How were they supposed to find Hiccup and Toothless?
It was late evening and all was quiet but there were hundreds if not thousands
of torches lit as if to keep Rome shining brightly despite it being the dead of
night. It was too dangerous to swoop in low. Instead they made a quick swipe of
the city from one end to the other and then back. It was only on their return
trip did something of remotely related to their missing friend come in sight.
Sadly it was neither Hiccup nor his dragon, it was Stoick’s.
“Thornado?” Snotlout asked aloud, surprised to see the Thunderdrum without his
rider. He glanced at Astrid, noting her surprise and growing fear. The girl
hadn’t slept much since they began their journey. “You don’t think…”
Her pretty face was a hard mask and she didn’t answer. Instead she dived down
with Stormfly and landed next to the pacing dragon. The other riders followed
suit and landed on either side of her and waited as Astrid dismounted Stormfly
and slowly proceeded toward Thornado.
“Hey there, Thornado,” she said in greeting with a friendly smile. She raised a
hand toward his flat snout and waited for him to make the next move and pressed
his head against her palm. When he did she ran her fingers over his bumpy head
and jaw then pressed her forehead to his. “Where’s Stoick, huh? He wouldn’t
have left you here alone for long.”
The dragon only rubbed against her and gave a low rumble.
Snotlout jumped off of Hookfang and approached them. He glanced around, taking
into the abandoned campsite and noting the layer of sand that coating a few
canvas tents and an old fire pit. “This isn’t good,” he said, kneeling down to
inspect one of the tents. “No one’s been here for days. Is Thornado healthy? I
didn’t really notice how close the water is.”
“It’s only a five minute flight from here to the ocean and many ten or twenty
to a fresh water lake at best,” Fishlegs answered, inspecting the dragons.
“Thornado’s fine. He must be flying under the cover of night. Smart boy,” he
cooed, rubbing his face against the dragon’s.
Snotlout rolled his eyes. “Still doesn’t explain where Stoick is. If he was in
trouble wouldn’t Thornado be tracking him down?”
“Not if he was ordered to guard the camp,” Fishlegs countered. “Thunderdrums
are fiercely loyal and obey orders better than most dragons.”
Rolling his eyes Snotlout headed back to Hookfang. “Well a lot of help that is.
Okay, mount up. We’ll keep searching. They have to be around here somewhere.”
“Probably got captured or something,” Tuffnut suddenly said, leaning back on
Barf’s long neck. “You know I haven’t seen anyone dressed like us around here.
We kind of stick out you know.”
“Yeah, it’s like way too hot here and we’re wearing enough layers to have our
own sweat lodges,” Ruffnut added making everyone look up at them in surprise.
“You know they’re right,” Astrid said, surprising everyone further. She turned
toward Snotlout and Fishlegs. “Think about it. Stoick and Gobber are big guys,
especially Stoick. Maybe that’s normal in the Archipelago but here it may not
be. And if they’re wearing their usual clothes…”
“Might as well put up a flashing sigh saying ‘Pissed of Vikings, beware’,”
Fishlegs supplied.
Snotlout rubbed his forehead. “Seriously? Stoick’s as much of a trouble magnet
as Hiccup. Now I know what my dad’s been going on about all these years.” He
sighed. “Alright, so now what? Should we trying heading into town and search
for them?”
“What about the clothing issue?” Ruffnut asked.
“I vote we go naked,” Tuffnut offered. “You know, go in the buff.” He swept his
arms out as if it was the greatest idea he ever came up with.
“NO!” everyone else yelled.
Snotlout shook his head and turned back to Thornado. “Maybe he can track down
Stoick and Gobber.”
“How, we don’t have anything with their scent?” asked Astrid.
“What about this?” asked Fishlegs, pulling out Stoick’s saddle from under a
rock cropping.
The others looked amongst each other, a smile growing between them and first
hint of hope.
. . .
Dagur had waited until the Nightfury had calmed before trying to sneak in. His
worry for Hiccup had only grown as the hours passed and the younger boy hadn’t
woken up let alone made a noise. He watched as the dragon nosed the boy and
licked his head as if a worried mother trying to awaken its young with no
success. An odd whining sound rumbled through the black animal before it laid
its mighty head next to its master’s and closing its bright greengage eyes.
Dagur crept from the balcony toward the bed, using every skill as a dragon
hunter to his advantage. His footsteps were light, making next to no sound at
all. He got low to the floor the closer he got to the bed until he was on all
fours and debated once more about drawing his axe. He had never really been
face to face with a Nightfury until the whole fake dragon attack on Berk and
then when it came charging in to protect hiccup. In fact he had never seen a
dragon quite like this one. It protected Hiccup and worried over him as if the
boy was more than his master, more than a friend. Dagur wasn’t sure what to
make of it but it was much like how he felt now for the young heir.
“Hiccup?” he whispered as he reached for the boy, trying to see him under all
that dragon. At first nothing happened and even the dragon remained still.
Perhaps it had fallen asleep. Taking a deep breath Dagur crouched a little
higher and carefully tried to brush a wing aside in hopes of seeing Hiccup and
just how bad his injuries were, an old protectiveness taking hold of him.
Finally he managed to move just enough leather to spot a pale freckled flesh
and relief flooded him but it was short lived. The next problem was unburying
Hiccup from a mound of dragon without killing said dragon – that was sure to
cause issues – or getting his head ripped off. He took a deep breath and shoved
the wing away.
Yep, bad move.
The wing whipped away and Dagur came face to face with a rather annoyed
Nightfury that growled at him menacingly and bared a full set of sharp looking
teeth.
“Uh…hi, Toothless right? Not very toothless are you?” he stuttered before
realizing he wasn’t acting very Viking like. He squared his shoulders and faced
the dragon. “Look, I don’t know if you understand me or not but Hiccup can’t
stay here. Give him to me and I can get him to safety and…”
To his surprise the dragon gave a huff and grabbled something unintelligible as
if answering Dagur. It rolled its eyes in annoyance then once more settled
around Hiccup in an obvious “go away”. Dagur stared in shock and immediately
went for his axe, instinct taking control of him but he didn’t get the chance
to so much as draw it before a small burst of plasma was shot at his feet
causing him to jump back and then again until he was once more forced out onto
the balcony. He would have cursed and pushed the issue to get to Hiccup but
before he could the bedroom door open and a small dark skinned girl with a
basket far too large for her came stumbling in and Dagur was forced to hide.
He watched in fascination as the girl – no more than five or six years old –
approached Toothless without fear while hobbling with the oversize basket. She
smiled brightly up at the dragon as she flung open the wicker lid with a
flourish, revealing as basket full of fish, but that smile faded as the dragon
regarded her for a moment before turning away and ignoring the food.
The girl tilted her head in confusion. “What’s wrong? You love fish. And why
are you on the bed? You have your own,” she inquired in heavily accented Latin.
“Where’s Hiccup?”
Toothless glanced toward the balcony and gave a low growl. The girl looked that
way as well but didn’t see what the Nightfury saw so she dismissed it as
Toothless being in a grumpy mood and after having to deal with grumpy adults
all day a grumpy dragon was nothing.
“Why you so grumpy?” she asked in a sing-song voice as she pulled out a large
fish and dangled it in front of Toothless. “Brother went out and caught these
especially for you. He said they’re your favorite.”
The dragon licked its lips as he stared at the fish. He folded up his wings and
uncurled his tail so he could reach the delicious offering and in the process
revealed Hiccup’s bruised and battered form. The girl gave a gasp at the sight
of him and dropped the fish. He dark brown eyes moved from the Viking boy to
the dragon and back before she turned on her heel and ran out of the room in
search of help.
Keeping his tail wrapped around Hiccup, Toothless ducked his head and grabbed
the handle of the basket between his teeth and hauled it onto the bed where he
could watch over his Hiccup while filling his belly. Once he was done he pushed
the basket off the bed and curled around Hiccup once more, smiling to himself
when his boy pressed his face against his throat and murmured softly.
Dagur watched from the balcony. Hiccup was safe for now. He would have to find
another way to capture him and the dragon but he was no longer sure if he was
really on a capture and conquer mission anymore or a rescue mission. He needed
to know what happened to Stoick which meant he had to find his uncle. He only
hoped that this Toothless could protect Hiccup until he got back.
. . .
If you’ve ever dealt with small children before you would know having one run
into you at full force was not a pleasant ordeal and for Viggo he was nearly
plowed over by one very frightened and hyperactive girl. He caught her by the
shoulders and immediately went down on one knee. “Nephthys, what is it? What’s
wrong, honey?” he asked hoping she would calm down and take a few deep breaths.
She was gasping for breath, tears streaming down her dark cheeks which were
only a few shades darker than his. “Hic…Hiccup…it’s Hiccup. Something happened
to him…they happened to him. Toothless is protecting him but…but they hurt
him.”
“Who?” Viggo demanded, his gut churning. He already had a good idea who hurt
Hiccup but he needed her to confirm it.
Unfortunately all she could do was sob and cling to him.
He hugged her tightly and kissed her brow. “It’s alright. Go tell Mama to get
her medical kit together and meet me in his room. I’ll make sure he’s okay then
deal with whoever did this, alright?”
She gave a sniffled but nodded. She ran off to find her mother while Viggo
hurried toward Hiccup’s chambers, kicking himself as he had many times in the
past for not convincing Alvin to take his entire family with him to the
Archipelago when he was taken. Nephthys was only a baby then barely a month
old. He was sure he could have convinced Alvin – even if only to take them as
Spain or France where they would be safe – but the consul would never allow it.
Nephthys was his only child having taken her mother who was thought to be
descended from Egyptian royalty and his chance of growing in power amongst the
senate. So far it had done little for his career and he had pretty much turned
mother and daughter into slaves while allowing Alvin to take him as a consort.
He should have known this would happen to Hiccup. He should have known the
moment the consul learned Hiccup was the son of a chief that he would want him
for his own, however, he had thought Alvin would have been able to handle him
better, that he would have protected Hiccup better. He was wrong.
When he reached Hiccup’s room he shoved open the door and stormed in like a
whirl wind. “Up,” he commanded Toothless as he hurried to the bed. “Move it,
Tooth. I can’t take care of him if you’re in the way.”
The Nightfury gave a growl, at first refusing to move but seeing the fear in
Viggo’s eyes he slowly unwound his long form from around Hiccup’s limp form and
moved far enough back for the man to work. Viggo gave him a sad smile and
patted his head before sitting on the edge of the bed to look Hiccup over. His
backside was bruised which was to be expected if what he thinks happened
actually happened. There were large hand prints, one set he could recognize
easy enough but the other…well he was sure he knew them as well. Carefully, he
rolled Hiccup onto his back and began checking out his front. Here there were
less noticeable markings which was actually quite a relief. It meant the consul
hadn’t been able to do his trademark move that would have surely broken Hiccup
as it had him so long ago. It meant there was still hope.
The bandage around the boy’s left arm was a bit disconcerting and Viggo gently
unwrapped it to see what had happened. He prayed that there was no bloodletting
– he remembered seeing the consul do that to a few young boys. The burn across
Hiccup’s wrist wasn’t much better.
“What the hell?” he murmured as he stared at a nasty looking blister. “Son of a
-”
“It was an accident,” Hiccup murmured, blinking bleary and glazed green orbs.
Viggo shook his head. “This isn’t an accident, Hiccup. Whoever did this is
going to pay. I promise you that.”
The boy shook his head. “No. I did it. I was reaching for a candle hoping to
shove it in the consul’s face but I slipped and…this happened. It doesn’t hurt
so much anymore.” He gave a yawn and closed his eyes once more. “I’ve been
through worse.”
The older male rolled his eyes. “I bet.” They had talked about some of Hiccup’s
and his own injuries, including their amputated limps – Hiccup’s left leg and
Viggo’s right – many times. Hiccup was one tough kid despite his looks. “You’re
either the dumbest kid I know or the bravest,” he finally said, brushing the
boy’s hair back again. “You sound like my Dad when he talks about Snotlout.”
“Yeah, well you and your cousin have more in common than you think.”
Hiccup gave a snort. “Yeah, I’m sure he’d be all peachy to hear that.” He
looked toward the balcony and sighed. “Was Alvin here? Toothless was fussing
all night. I thought maybe he was sitting on the balcony watching over me
again.”
“No, it was just you and Tooth when I got here.” Silence fell over them as
Viggo checked Hiccup’s burn. It was likely to scar but it looked as if someone
had already treated it o with luck the scarring would be minimal. “Why didn’t
you just kick him in the groin?”
“Who? The consul or Alvin?” Hiccup asked, his focus on the blistered flesh.
Viggo gave a small laugh. “The consul of course. Do that to Alvin and all you
get is a much happier Alvin. He’s a sadist when it comes to pain.
Foreplay…always best when rough.”
“You sound like you’re talking from experience.”
Viggo nodded, his focus on Hiccup’s wrist. “I am…a long time ago.”
Shock filled Hiccup. “You love him!”
The look on the young man’s face said it all and he quickly looked away from
Hiccup. “It was a long time ago,” he repeated, thankful when the door opened
and his sister and mother came in the medical supplies. “Hiccup, this is my
mother, Nephatyri and my sister, Nephthys. Ladies, this is Hiccup Hor-”
“Hiccup is good enough,” Hiccup said quickly. After all, if they only had one
name why brother with three? He struggled to sit up and then realized he was
naked. His face turned a brilliant shade of red and quickly pulled the sheet
over his neither region. He adjusted the sheet a few times before giving
Viggo’s mother a nervous smile and hesitantly sticking his hand out.
“Hi…uh…hello, ma’am. I’m pleased to meet you.”
Nephatyri looked at the proffered hand and frowned before glancing at her son
and speaking to him in a language Hiccup could not understand. He bit his lip
as he tried to make sense of her words but she spoke quickly and seemed to be
rather upset. His gaze met Viggo’s with the unspoken question of “what’s
wrong?” The Outcast held up a finger for him to wait and then answered the
woman.
“You’re being rude,” he told his mother before turning to Hiccup. “She said she
warned Alvin this would happen and tried to convince him to take you and go.”
He gave a huff. “Stubborn old goat.”
Nephthys gigged as she petted Toothless. Hiccup smiled at her, instantly
recognizing her as the girl from the courtyard. “Hello,” he called to her, his
smile growing when she finally met his gaze without running. He glanced quickly
at Viggo. “She’s your sister?”
He nodded. “I haven’t seen her since she was a babe. Five years is a long
time.”
“She’s lovely,” Hiccup answered. “Toothless seems to like her.”
“That’s only because she spoils him,” Viggo teased as his mother took Hiccup’s
arm and began inspecting it thoroughly. An adoring smile touched his lips as he
watched his sister interact with the ebony dragon. “If she had her way she’d
keep him.”
Hiccup giggled. “I’m pretty sure he’s thinking the same thing. He loves kids.”
The girl looked at him, a little grin playing over her face. She said something
to Viggo in the same language as her mother. Hiccup’s brows rose as he
listened. “What did she say?”
Viggo looked back at him. “She likes your accent.”
“Oh…wait, she can understand me?”
The Outcast laughed. “She speaks fluent Latin but she choices to speak our
mother’s mother tongue, Egyptian.”
“Egyptain…” Hiccup breathed in awe. Old Wrinkly often told him stories of the
ancient land. One day he hoped to visit the mystical land that held dragons of
sand and fire.
Viggo watched as his mother worked for a moment before turning to Hiccup. “You
want to hear about the dragons of Egypt?” he asked, seeing that his mother was
going to use some unusual healing methods. She was a healer and still believed
in the use of magic and herbs when healing which the Romans seemed to frown
upon. The one good thing about the consul was that he wasn’t forcing the new
Christianity upon their family just yet. It was also a method not very many
Vikings would approve of. So when Hiccup perked up he knew he could keep the
boy distracted as Nephatyri began working and softly chanting in her way. It
wasn’t long before the boy was hooked on every word.
. . .
Under the coliseum, in the holding cells Stoick stared out the small window
toward the valley, the only thing he and Gobber could see from their prison.
Getting his bearings was next to impossible since they had woke in the cell. He
had tried whistling for Thornado but the dragon had not come. Perhaps they were
too far from him. He tried keeping his patience and not let his anger get the
best of him but it had been nearly two months since his son went missing and he
blamed himself, now he was paying for not listening to the boy. He paced the
small cell, considering every form of escape possible. The bars were built of a
considerably strong iron and cast deep into the stone making them impossible to
break and tough to bend. He wasn’t getting far with them and even the door was
reinforced. Escape was looking unlikely, at least until they were in the ring
with the gladiators.
“You two comfy?” a familiar voice asked with a hint of laughter in his voice.
Surprised, Stoick and Gobber glanced toward the little window again, not
expecting to see the Viking peering through the thick bars back at them. In
fact of all the people in the world this was the last they ever expected to see
in Rome.
Harold, second in command of the Berserker forces and uncle to Chief Dagur the
Vast, stared at them with a big smile and laughing eyes. Back before Dagur
became chief Harold would be leading the Berserker armada in defending the
Archipelago from Roman invasion as he had for the last twenty some years now
wandering into enemy territory.
“Harold?” Stoick asked in confusion but happy to see a familiar face
nonetheless. He and Harold weren’t exactly friends but they did get along.
“What are doing here?”
“I’d give you three guesses but you only need one,” the Berserker said with a
grin. He gave Gobber a nod. “Hey Belch, who’s it hanging?”
Gobber only smirked back at the other warrior. “Not as high as usual and a
little to the left.”
“Gobber!” Stoick snapped only for the blacksmith and Harold to laugh at him. He
rolled his eyes in annoyance. “Harold, have you seen Hiccup?”
The Berserker shook his head. “Sorry. Dagur followed the soldiers when they
took the Nightfury but that was midday yesterday. I have heard from him since.”
“Dagur’s here? If he harms my boy…” Stoick’s voice faltered. It wasn’t Dagur he
should be worrying about, it was Alvin. The man had already made it clear that
he wanted Hiccup for more than training his dragons.
Harold looked doubtful. “I wish I could guarantee Hiccup’s safety but…”
“It’s alright. Hiccup can handle himself.” At least he hoped. He wasn’t so sure
anymore. What if Alvin was right and Hiccup was with him of his own free will?
He didn’t want to believe that. He didn’t want to think that his boy would
willing go into exile and join their enemies just because of some
misunderstanding. He looked back at Harold. “Harold, can you find Hiccup? Make
sure he and Toothless are safe for me?”
The other man shook his head. “I don’t know where they are. Stoick, I need you
to trust Dagur.”
Gobber gave a snort. “Treacherous or Deranged. Our pickings are getting
better.”
“Shut up, Gobber,” Stoick grumbled, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “Harold. I
need to get word to my son that we’re here. That we’ve been looking for him.”
“I’ll do what I can,” Harold promised but before he could stand the sound of
pounding hoofs filled the early morning air behind him. He glanced over his
shoulder and motioned for Stoick and Gobber to stay quiet while he got to his
feet and drew his sword and stood ready for battle, thinking it was a soldier
or guard. Relief flooded him when an all too familiar face came into view and
Dagur jumped off the horse’s back before it had even come to a full stop.
“Dagur!” he said merrily, going over to greet his boy. “Where you steal the
horse, lad.”
“Never mind about that. We need the armada. We need to tear down that villa and
get him out of there,” the youth began, all but yelling at his uncle in anger
and anxiety as he began pacing back and forth, his hands balled into fists and
face wild with fear, hate and worry. “We’ll torch the place! Burn them all and
demand their unconditional surrender! I’ll take Hiccup from there and…and that
Nightfury! He does own the Nightfury. It’s like some oversize mother hen.”
“Whoa…whoa there, Dagur. Start from the beginning. What happened?” Harold tried
but his nephew was in a tirade and was not about to be stopped. His arms waved
about and he ranted about what he had planned for the Romans. “Dagur, focus!”
he finally snapped. “Is Hiccup alright?”
“No,” Dagur said simply, looking up at the older man and there was a real look
of fear in his eyes at that confession. “Harold…” His voice faltered when he
suddenly noticed Stoick and Gobber through the window, both listening intently.
His breath shuddered slight before he covered it with a mask of indifference.
“It’s like what my father did to me,” he said softly before approaching the
window and kneeling down to look Stoick in the eye. “When I get them out I’m
expecting a public apology from you and Hiccup for embarrassing me the way you
did with that stupid dragon attack.”
Stoick glared at him in return. “What is happening to my son?”
The boy’s eyes softened slightly and Stoick could see the fright within them.
“Please, Dagur, I’m sorry about what happened with the peace treaty but I need
to know my son is alright,” Stoick pleaded, placing his hand over the young
Berserker’s when the boy grasped the bar.
Dagur glanced at Stoick’s hand over his with real fear before pulling back and
holding it to his chest as if burned. He looked to Harold and then back at
Stoick before turning tail and mounting the horse once more.
“Dagur!” Stoick yelled after him.
“A public apology!” Dagur yelled back before taking off in the direction he had
come.
Stoick looked to Harold but the man looked just as confused and worried as him.
“Harold, what did he mean? What did Oswald do to him?”
“Something no man should do to a child, let alone their own,” he whispered, his
eyes wide. He closed them and turned away. “Something worth killing for.”
And Stoick knew right then and there that Alvin had not just been taunting him
and his hatred for his old friend only grew and he vowed revenge for every hurt
that befell his boy.
***** Chapter 21 *****
Life As I Knew It 21
When Viggo’s mother had finished with treating his arm Hiccup sat on his bed
and stared at his amputated leg in deep thought. His mind was a jumble of
thoughts, trying to make sense of what had happened the night before and how
Alvin could have allowed the consul to do what he did. Sure Alvin was drunk but
he had enough sense that when Hiccup had burned himself he had put a halt to
everything extremely quickly. So why did he allow it? Why after all the
possessiveness did he allow the consul to join them? Hiccup remembered
something about a debt but he was too afraid to ask Viggo what Alvin could have
possibly meant. So instead he just stared at the scare tissue of what remained
of his left leg and wondered about it silently. Obviously the consul wanted sex
in exchange for whatever this debt was, with him no less. Why, was another
story. Hiccup couldn’t really think of one special thing about him that would
draw such attention. It had to be his skills with dragons. Before meeting
Toothless and defeating Red Death no one gave a damn about him. Hell, he was
usually known as Useless or Runt. No one cared about him until he proved that
dragons weren’t bad. It seemed a blessing at the time, now it was a curse.
“Why did the consul let Alvin take you?” he asked Viggo when they were alone,
only now noticing his friend’s darker than normal Viking skin and shape of his
eyes. Not that it mattered, a lot of Vikings had black hair, deep brown eyes
and dark tans from working outdoors all day long, whether it be as warrior or
farmer.
Viggo glanced up from where he was sewing a new pair of pants for Hiccup.
Hiccup’s hand eye coordination was a little off and his hands were shaking
uncontrollably. He glanced down at the needle with a frown. “I guess I wasn’t
royal enough for him. If my mother was queen and I looked a little more exotic
he probably would have kept me but…” He shrugged. “Alvin was smitten. He came
for a visit and I was given to him to keep his bed warm and we sort of hit it
off. He treated me like a real person rather than a slave. I’ve never left his
side since.”
“So the consul just gave you away?”
Viggo gave another shrug. “There was a bit of negotiation and a lot of yelling
but yeah, he let Alvin leave with me.”
Hiccup began tugging at the sheets nervously. “Then what would Alvin owe him?”
he finally asked.
“I don’t know,” Viggo answered lightly. He gave Hiccup a pointed look. “But
whatever it is you’re not part of it. We’re leaving today even if I have to
drag the old man by the ears.”
That brought a grin to Hiccup’s face. “Oh, and make them bigger than they
already are?”
“How do you think they got that way?” The older male winked at Hiccup before
biting at the end of the thread and presenting the pants to the young heir. He
suddenly froze as a dreadful thought occurred to him. His eyes widened but he
quickly tried to school his face.
“What?” Hiccup asked too observant to have missed the look on his friend’s
face.
“Nothing,” Viggo said quickly. He got off his chair and headed for the door. “I
need to have a talk with the old man. You chill here.” He stopped and strolled
back to Hiccup. He gave the boy his dagger. “And keep this on you. If the
consul or anyone else even tries to touch them run them through, understand?
Roman or Outcast. I’m going to talk with Alvin. With luck we’ll be on our way
home by tonight.” With that he hurried off in search of Alvin.
Sighing, Hiccup looked toward Toothless, a little surprised when the dragon
lumbered toward the door with a sleepy yawn and then planted himself against it
as if a living doorstop. “Well I guess no one’s going to be getting through
you, hey bud?”
The dragon that had spent the entire night awake watching over him and keeping
Dagur away – although Hiccup still didn’t know about that – gave a mighty yawn
and dosed off. Hiccup yawned as well, still very tired and sore from the night
before. At the same time he couldn’t sleep. His mind refused to shut up or
relax. Every time he closed his eyes all he saw was the consul leering down at
him. All he felt was those pasty hands touching him and he would awake with a
start just as sleep tried to claim him. He never thought he’d say it but he
needed Alvin. He needed to know more about this debt and why it involved him,
why he had to have sex with the consul. Maybe there was something else going
on. Maybe he could convince the consul that there was something better than sex
to be offered. He glanced at small chest of gold he had won in the poker game
weeks ago. It wasn’t a lot by Roman standards, a few thousand dollars according
to Alvin, but maybe it was enough to pay off Alvin’s debt and buy their freedom
without resorting to violence.
He bit his lip. What if it wasn’t? What if the consul refused to let them go
until he had his way with Hiccup? It was a very real possibility. Perhaps…if
the gold and silver didn’t work then maybe he could buy their freedom with his
body. That was an unpleasant thought but if he had to do it he would. He had
come to care far too much for Alvin and Viggo to allow anything bad to happen
to them or Toothless. He just wished he knew why the consul was so interested
in him.
. . .
There was nothing more fun than waking Alvin after he had a good night of
drinking and sex and Viggo was one of the very few people who could get away
with a rude awakening. He threw the door open, half expecting the bang of it
hitting the wall to wake his leader and former lover but as like many times in
the past the older man was dead to the world. Viggo only shook his head and
made a b-line to the bed.
“Yo, old man!” he yelled, not caring how annoyed the name would make him. He
jumped up on the bed and gave his chief a good hard kick with his fake foot.
“Alvin, wake the fuck up!” He quickly jumped back when an arm shot out to grab
him.
“Go ‘way,” Alvin grumbled, his hand fumbling for whoever had the audacity to
kick him but Viggo kept safely out of reach knowing what was likely to happen
if Alvin caught him. “Viggo? On second thought come here.”
Viggo folded his arms across his broad chest. “No,” he said firmly. “You need
to get your ass out of bed. Do you remember anything that happened last night?
To Hiccup?”
Bleary blue eyes gazed up at him before closing and Alvin snuggled back into
the soft bed. “Celebrated, had a little fun.”
“Had a threesome with Alexander,” Viggo filled in.
At first Alvin didn’t move or say anything and then his eyes snapped open.
“What?”
“You don’t remember,” Viggo provided with distain. “Alvin, you promised me you
wouldn’t let him touch one of us. Hiccup may be a Hooligan but he’s still a
Viking. He’s one of us. I thought you cared about him.”
The chief struggled to sit up and blink the sleep away. “What? Of course I do.
I would never…I didn’t…” He ran a hand over his face. “Is the boy alright?” he
finally asked, unable to deny it any longer. He vaguely remembered Hiccup’s
wonderful little mouth suckling his cock while someone fucked him from behind
then the tight feeling of two cocks rubbing together in the boy’s ass.
Viggo’s face softened. “He’ll be fine. It’s the burn on his wrist that worries
me. You treated it last night?” When Alvin nodded he continued. “It’s still
going to scar. My mother dealt with it.”
“Thank you,” Alvin said with a small sigh. “He must hate me.”
“No,” Viggo said shaking his head. “He’s actually more worried about you and
this so called debt. What does Alexander want? There has to be a reason he’s
targeting Hiccup and it’s not just because he can train dragons. Rome’s been
using dragons as weapons for generations. It’s because of what happened at Fort
Sinister, isn’t it? Because he’s an heir, a Viking prince?”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about, Viggo,” Alvin denied. He got up and
crossed the room to the large bowl of water and dunked his face into it to try
and wake up more.
“I know just about every boy in his harem is of royal blood and he’s been
looking for that one special one that will be his crowned jewel. I know that if
he makes Hiccup his own that he will break him just like the others…like me. Do
you remember what I was like when we met?”
Alvin took a deep breath and leaned against the table. He remembered. He would
always remember. It was what made him hesitant to go to the consul in the first
place. Viggo had been skittish yet docile and barely spoke a word of Latin let
alone Norse. He was afraid of everything and if someone looked at him the wrong
way he would sob and beg for forgiveness. The consul took great joy every time
he made Viggo scream and delighted in making the boy lay on tables where he
could suck on his cock and fist him until the boy’s voice was raw or he fainted
after cumming over and over again. The consul was very much a sadist when he
thought he found that one special boy to complete his collection.
“That’s not going to happen to Hiccup,” he assured.
“And how can you promise that? You already failed once,” Viggo countered with a
doubtful look. “You failed last night.”
“I won’t fail again.”
“Then let’s leave this place. We don’t need to go back to the Archipelago. We
can go north, visit Germany or Holland or anywhere but here. Hiccup will be no
good to us or anyone else if he’s broken,” Viggo pointed out. He sat down on
the edge of the bed and stared down at his hands. “He’s a special boy. If you
don’t want him anymore I could…I could buy him and his dragon from you and…”
“Viggo, shut up,” Alvin snapped, suddenly slapping him across the back of his
head. “Hiccup is mine and no one else’s. Remember that. If you want to join in
just ask.”
The younger man’s head shot up and he looked horrified. “No! That’s not what I
meant. I just meant I can protect them and…I’m not interested in Hiccup like
that.” He ran his fingers through his hair and began pacing back and forth much
to Alvin’s amusement. “Don’t get me wrong, Hiccup’s a great kid but he’s just a
kid and I won’t hold what the two of you are doing against you I’m just not
like you. I’m not into teenagers.”
Alvin chuckled and shook his head in utter bemusement of his former lover. He
caught Viggo by the shoulder to stop the pacing. “I’m teasing, Viggo. I know
you don’t like Hiccup that way. You don’t have to worry so. I have no intention
of selling Hiccup to anyone, least of all the consul. I plan to keep him a very
long time and protect him as I did you until he’s grown and capable of caring
for himself.”
Sighing, Viggo leaned into him as he used to when he was younger. “What of your
debt? The consul will insist you give him Hiccup and…”
“I’ll deal with the consul and tomorrow, after the executions, we’ll leave.
Perhaps go east?”
“Asia?” Viggo asked, perking up at the chance to visit a new land.
“Perhaps,” Alvin answered with a teasing smirk before placing a small chastised
kiss on the young man’s lips. “I only hope Hiccup grows to be half the man you
have.”
Viggo only laughed. “I’m pretty sure that’s not a problem,” he said gesturing
to himself. He wasn’t nearly as large as Alvin but he wasn’t a small man
either. With how tiny Hiccup was it was unlikely he would get much larger than
150 pounds when full grown.
Alvin only shook his head and laughed as well, his thoughts very similar.
Rolling his massive shoulders he took a deep breath, not liking what he was
about to say. “I suppose I should apologize to the boy, no?” he said, eyeing
Viggo for his opinion.
The younger Outcast only raised a brow, his way of politely saying “Ya think?”
without having to sound disrespectful. That was the difference between Viggo
and Hiccup. While Viggo wasn’t afraid to speak his mind and tell Alvin off from
time to time he tended to do it in a way that he wasn’t overly disrespectful
especially in public. Hiccup often didn’t care who was around or what the
situation, if he had something to say he would likely say it regardless of the
ramifications.
“Do you think your mother has anymore chocolate hidden in the kitchen?” he
asked gaining a grin from Viggo.
“I highly doubt it. You cleaned her out.”
Alvin pursed his lips, unsure what else to do to gain Hiccup’s forgiveness and
favor once more. He knew Hiccup loved to read and draw and do research on
dragons. When he wasn’t training the consul’s dragons he could often be found
just sitting in a corner next to Toothless drawing one of them and writing down
everything he had learned into a new edition of the Book of Dragons. Alvin had
purchased the books and charcoal for him when Hiccup first expressed his desire
to create a new Book of Dragons. He wondered if maybe a variety of paints would
sooth the youth this time.
“Try saying sorry,” Viggo offered, seeing Alvin pondering a little too hard
judging by his furrowed brows becoming a uni-brow. “Sometimes the easiest way
to gain forgiveness is a simple apology.”
Alvin just gave him a blank look and Viggo shook his head, knowing that such a
thing as a simple “sorry” would never occur to Alvin. No, his way of saying
sorry was often by going overboard and sometimes making an already awkward
situation worse. Viggo might have to give Hiccup a heads up to keep him from
freaking out when Alvin came at him with whatever item or items he deemed the
perfect apology gift. Viggo himself had once received a huge bundle of Egyptian
silk after breaking his arm during a sword fighting training session when Alvin
decided to teach him how to fight. The man had felt so guilty for striking him
so hard that he had gone way out of his way to find a trader that would bring
him the silk and not only a large bundle but dyed in Viggo’s favorite color.
Alvin may seem heartless and nasty and he was if you were his enemy, but those
few he cared for were often spoiled and his heart could easily become mush in
the face of them so it wasn’t all that surprising when Alvin declared he was
making a run into the nearest village to find just the right gift for Hiccup.
“How about just raiding the library and grabbing a bunch of books?” Viggo
yelled as the large man hurried off. “And not just about dragons or sex! Try
some fiction!” But Alvin was gone and it was unlikely he heard a word of what
Viggo had to say. Shaking his head, Viggo searched out Magnus and Olaf to help
him guard Hiccup while Alvin was gone. He was not fool enough to think the
consul had given up on Hiccup. If anything he would try to make a move on the
boy while Alvin was gone. However he did take a moment to gather a few books he
thought Hiccup might enjoy because there was no way the kid was leaving that
room without an armed escort and sadly the consul had more soldiers than there
were Outcasts in the villa. But if the consul really wanted to try to take
Hiccup then Viggo lay down his life to stop him. There was no way he was going
to let Hiccup suffered at the madman’s hands as he had.
. . .
Hiccup sat at the table, his chest of gold and silver opened before him. It was
nearly full, more than three times the original amount since he last opened it
back on the ship. Someone had been adding to it and he could only think of two
people who might do such a thing; Alvin and Viggo. He stared at it, trying to
calculate who much it was all worth. He knew it was now more than all the
treasure on Berk. He chewed on his lower lip as he debated what to do. Was this
enough to pay off Alvin’s debt? Was it enough to convince the consul to leave
him alone and find another? But then that would put some other boy in danger,
wouldn’t it? But then what was stopping the consul from going after someone
else once he was done with him? He let his breath out slowly as he tried to
think what he could do to make this all right again? They were in a strange
land with strange people and no way of escape. He glanced toward Toothless
wishing not for the first time that they still had his harness and saddle. At
least then they could fly away.
Sighing, he shut the chest and opened one of his stretch books. He sharpened a
charcoal and then absently began drawing, not really sure what he wanted to
draw but letting his hand move as if by its own free will while his mind
wandered. He wondered what was happening on Berk, if anyone missed him, and if
the other riders were still grounded from flying as he was. So many thoughts
raced through his mind and soon he dropped his charcoal and leaned his chin on
the palm of his hand as he stared out over the balcony. He had to do something.
It wasn’t like him and Toothless to just sit around and let others make the
decisions let alone save him. If he wanted to end this then he would have to
decide what to do now. But that had two possible outcomes; one the consul would
accept the payment and let them be, or he would declare it was the wrong sort
of payment and turn it down. He didn’t know what to do.
“Alvin’s not going to like it either way,” he reasoned as he sat back and
stared at Toothless’s snoring form still firmly against the door. “Even if the
consul accepts the treasure Alvin’s going to be pissed that I interfered. But I
can’t just sit here and wait for him to convince to leave me alone. I have to
do something.” He took a deep breath and nodded to himself. Yep, he wasn’t
about to play victim. It was time for action.
Fingering the silk of his new shirt he thought back to what Viggo had said
about the material being nearly as strong as leather it woven properly and not
wearing out as fast as cotton or canvas. His brows furrowed in thought. “I
wonder…” he murmured before a slow smile stretched along his lips. “I think I
might know a way out of here. It’s not going to be pretty but it might work. I
just need a few things.”
One ear rose but otherwise Toothless showed no other indication of listening to
him. Hiccup didn’t care. He now had a plan to fall back on. “Alvin’s going to
be pissed.”
***** Chapter 22 *****
Life As I Knew It 22
Finding Stoick and Gobber proved much easier once the riders had Thornado. The
Thunderdrum swept over the city at such a surprising speed that it was nearly
impossible to catch up to him but it was easy to find his destination when a
sonic scream created ripples in the air that rocked the other dragons. The cry
of soldiers being thrown about was the next obvious clue. Snotlout signaled for
the other riders to land. Several soldiers tried attacking them but their
dragons took them down easily enough. It all happened so fast that it almost
didn’t seem real. These Romans weren’t nearly as tough as they were rumored to
be.
“Hookfang, blast the door,” he instructed his dragon companion and to his
surprise the Monstrous Nightmare did as he was told without blasting his rider
as well. The huge double doors blasted inward.
“What the hell!” someone who definitely wasn’t a Roman let alone Stoick or
Gobber snapped. The Berserker looked up from the lock he had been picking to
glare at the teens before shaking his head and returning to his work. “And you
thought Dagur didn’t understand the word discreet,” he said to Stoick who was
giving the teens an astonished look.
“How…” he began, looking at each teen with searching eyes and sudden hope. It
faded when he could not find the face he so desperately wanted to see. “Have
you found Hiccup?”
Astrid’s face fell. “No, sir,” she reported solemnly.
“We sort of hoped you had, sir,” Fishlegs added, fidgeting at the doorway while
the twins kept an eye out for more soldiers.
Harold sighed as the locked popped. “Well as sweet as this reunion is we still
need to find your kid and mine for that matter.”
“Would have been nice if Dagur told us where Alvin was keeping Hiccup,” Gobber
muttered as he stepped out of the cell and stretched. “That boy took off like a
shot out of hell. I haven’t seen him that scared before.”
Harold only frowned as he stepped aside for the two Hooligans. “You have no
idea what he’s been throw or just how protective he can get. Thor, help anyone
who arms Hiccup.”
Stoick cracked his knuckles. “Thor help Alvin when I get my hands on him,” he
growled menacingly. It was time he and his old friend had a little chat.
. . .
Alvin was really no good when it came to dealing with people upset with him.
Normally he would simply bash their heads in and that be that but Viggo had
taught him a bit of patience and the nearly two months with Hiccup had given
him more so he took his time shopping through the market place, something he
normally hated with a passion. Paints, he reminded himself as he looked through
a series of jade jewelry that would look wonderful on Hiccup while they had
sex, certain they would make his eyes pop. No, this little excursion was for
something that Hiccup would want not what he wanted for the boy. It took time
but he found what he wanted and rather than buying one or two colors he bought
a whole case, certain that the wide variety of colors would appease the youth
and gain his forgiveness.
He was rather proud of himself when he returned to the villa with his cargo.
The case was large enough to carry not only the paints but also brushes and a
book or two which he was tempted to by as well but Hiccup already had a few. He
strolled toward Hiccup’s chambers with a happy smile as he practiced in his
head what he would say to the boy and how they would be leaving tomorrow right
after the execution. He wasn’t going to let Hiccup watch that, he decided, and
wasn’t going to tell him who was to die – that was sure upset the boy to the
point of not wanting anything to do with him if what happened the night before
hadn’t. No, what Hiccup didn’t know wasn’t going to hurt him.
A grin lit his face when he saw Olaf standing guard at the door. “I see Viggo
put you on guard duty,” he joked when the man jumped to attention. Alvin
gestured for him to move aside. He pushed open the door, fully expecting either
a chair or dragon to be in his way but there was nothing. Surprised he stepped
inside and looked around. The room looked empty. Confused, he went further in
and dumped the case on the table next to a sketch book. “Hiccup?” he called but
received no answer. “Toothless?”
The room was a mess. It looked as if someone had attacked the duo. The silk
sheet that normally adored the bed were no longer there but rather ripped up
with pieces here and there. There was a section that looked as if it had been
braided and tied to another lay spread out on the floor. It looked sort of
similar to the leather harness that was normally on the Nightfury when he and
Hiccup flew. Alvin’s heart began to race as a sudden understanding hit him.
Hiccup had built a new harness for Toothless so they could fly. They were gone.
He was almost certain of it. His hand shook as he turned back to the table and
the book that would no doubt hold the answers and sure enough it sat wide open
with a design for the new harness and a bunch of side notes.
Need rods for tail fin.
Need rope to control tail fin.
Silk too slippery for saddle, might need to go old school and do bareback.
Alvin growled lowly as he looked it over. So Hiccup was planning on leaving
him. All over a stupid misunderstanding. He could be anywhere now. He was ready
to storm out when he took one more glance at the rigging laid out on the
ground. Why would it be laid out like that if they had taken off? Now that he
had seen the sketch he realized that what was on the ground wasn’t complete. It
was only half done. Hiccup had run out of material. So where was he and that
dragon his? Alvin took another look around the room. The only other thing not
where it belonged was the treasure chest he had been filling every day. Surely
Hiccup hadn’t left the villa for supplies without an escort and why would his
door be guarded if he weren’t there. Unless the boy snuck out of his room via
the balcony despite being told he would be punished for doing such a thing.
Something wasn’t right here and Alvin’s stomach knotted in a rare display of
worry. Something wasn’t right. He needed to find Hiccup immediately.
Storming out of the room he cornered Olaf. “Where are they?” he demanded,
surprising the Outcast.
Olaf glanced in the room and a look of confusion filled his face. “They were
there not ten minutes ago,” he assured. “He was asking for new sheets after
trashing the ones he had. Viggo scolded him – something about tighter braids or
some nonsense – and went to find him some.”
“And no one noticed he was building a new harness for that dragon?” Alvin
fumed, enraged that one of his men – Viggo no less – would be assisting Hiccup
in building the harness. Only Viggo would look at something like that and
advice that Hiccup weave it tighter. He ran a hand over his face in annoyance.
Hiccup couldn’t be so mad at him as to run away…or at least be planning to.
“No, sir. I don’t think so at least,” Olaf said quickly.
“What’s going on?” Viggo asked, coming up behind the dual with a bundle of
sheets.
Alvin whirled on him, feeling such rage at his former lover he was ready to
throttle the young man. “What have you done? How dare you help him build a new
harness for that…that Nightfury!” he snarled, advancing on Viggo with slow,
angry steps. “Now he’s run off. No doubt searching for rods for that blasted
contraption and…”
“Whoa…cool down and take a deep breath, Alvin,” Viggo said calmly as if the man
was overreacting. “The two have gone two months without being able to fly. They
just need to touch a little sky. Silk is strong but that rigging won’t get them
more than a few miles. They fly at speeds that silk won’t be able to handle.
Hiccup knows that.” He led Alvin into the room and dumped the bundle on the
bed. “He would have to dismantle the whole thing and reweave it until it was
extremely tight before it could carry them any further. It’ll be days before he
could even do a test run and he wouldn’t having it lying about if he was trying
to hide what he was doing, especially from you. So relax. Hic, where you
hiding?” he called out when he noticed the boy missing. “Where is he?”
“That’s what I was going to ask you,” Alvin growled, his anger subsiding at
Viggo explanations.
“I have no idea,” Viggo said honestly, looking as bewildered as Alvin felt. He
headed to the balcony and looked out over the courtyard but other than the
usual guards nothing seemed out of the ordinary.
“Wherever they went Hiccup took the chest with him. Even if the dragon can’t
fly he has enough money to buy them passage all the way to Berk,” Alvin said,
his voice more resigned now, as if accepting the fact Hiccup might have ran
away. “Olaf, find Magnus and tell him to saddle up. We’ll track them down
before…”
“Hiccup wouldn’t have run away and he wouldn’t be in any shape to,” Viggo said
quickly, stepping in front of Alvin before he could leave. “Alvin, think about
it. Hiccup’s wrist is brunt; he can’t hold a saddle let alone keep his arms
around Toothless’s thick neck for very long. Not just that, he can’t even sit
up for long periods of time. He’s bruised from mid-thigh to above his tailbone.
Maybe he went to the kitchen or library or…” He sucked in a breath as a
disturbing thought came to him. He stared up at Alvin with wide eyes and
without uttering a word Alvin knew what Viggo was thinking. If Hiccup hadn’t
run away or went to the market there was only one other place he would go with
Toothless and a chest full of treasure.
“We have to stop him,” Alvin snarled but there was fear in his voice now. If
Hiccup had run away he would have caught the boy and punished him accordingly.
It would have been dealt and over with quickly enough but if Hiccup had done
what Viggo feared then they was much more at state than a simple
misunderstanding.
. . .
Hiccup was trying to keep his breathing even as he and Toothless stepped into
the consul’s study. When Viggo had told him he wasn’t to leave his room he
would’ve stayed put if it were in his nature. But no, he needed to figure a way
for all of them to escape, not just him and Toothless. And Viggo was right, the
silk needed to be braided tighter to insure the silk didn’t rip mid-flight and
Hiccup was so sore and worn out to do more than he already had. That meant
falling back on his original plan of buying everyone’s freedom. He held the
chest of treasure against his chest, hugging it in his nervousness. He didn’t
want to face the consul. Even with Toothless at his side he was scared what
might happen. The consul was sick, twisted and nothing like the man he had
first thought of as jolly and with a quirky sense of humor and live for
knowledge. That man he could have been friends with but this one made his skin
crawl.
Taking a deep breath Hiccup squared his shoulders and nodded to himself. “I can
do this,” he told himself before glancing at Toothless who gave him a worried
look before rubbing up against him and grumbling in encouragement. “You’re
right, bud. Best to get this over with. Once Alvin’s debts paid we’ll be free
and can get out of here.”
Toothless looked doubtful but he said by his rider nonetheless. His tail
wrapped possessively around Hiccup’s waist, not letting him move any further
than his tailfins would allow. He was not about to let anything else happen to
his Hiccup. The boy was already limping pretty bad and looked ready to keel
over at any moment and if this man was the cause then he was going to take a
chunk out of the man before he could even consider doing so again.
They moved slowly through the large room to where the consul was lounged on a
settee reading a book. By all appearances the man either didn’t notice them or
refused to acknowledge them. Whatever the case it only served to make Hiccup
more nervous and he glanced at Toothless who only shrugged and grumbled in
annoyance. Hiccup worried his lower lip. The man knew they were there, he had
to. It wasn’t as if Hiccup could sneak up on anyone by foot, his prosthetic
sort of gave him away. And unless flying Toothless’s claws tapped with every
step he took.
Hiccup made a face as he debated what to do. Here they were alone with this
oversize man who was unguarded and unarmed. It would take nothing for Toothless
to fire one plasma bolt and finish the man so he could harm no one else. But
that wasn’t Hiccup’s way.
“Ah…sir?” he finally asked, settling on being the peacekeeper. When the man
still didn’t acknowledge him he sighed. “I’d like to speak about Alvin’s debt.”
“Alvin’s debt is not yours. He and I will negotiate the terms when he is
sober,” the man said not looking away from his book.
Hiccup and Toothless exchanged a look. Okay, this wasn’t what Hiccup thought
would happen. “Yes, I understand it’s his debt,” Hiccup tried, taking a step
away from Toothless so he could better see the consul without a large dragon
head trying to block his vision. “The thing is I don’t want to be a part of it.
Whatever he owes you I’m willing to pay in cash. See, I won this treasure in a
card game and I know it’s worth a fortune but I’m willing to give it all to you
to pay his debt and…then we’ll be out of your hair and you won’t after to worry
about us anymore.”
The consul looked away from his book and took consideration of the treasure in
the small chest. “You won that it a card game?” he questioned, his gaze meeting
Hiccup’s. “Impressive but hardly a fortune. My prince, the debt Alvin owes
cannot be paid with gold or silver, at least not for such a little amount. No,
my boy, what he owes is flesh. He took something very dear to me with the
promise of one day returning with something far more valuable. And he finally
has. Now he wishes not to return the favor I once did him and that is a grave
insult.”
“I don’t understand. He’s done all that you’ve asked him,” Hiccup countered but
he wasn’t certain. His train of thought wandered for a moment, wondering what
Alvin could have done to owe so much to this madman. “Viggo. He took Viggo with
him when he returned to the Archipelago.”
The consul nodded. “Yes, a blood royal who was meant to be my jewel.”
“But he wasn’t your jewel. Alvin didn’t take him, you gave him Viggo.”
“He stole the boy!” the consul snarled, throwing his book aside.
Toothless’s tail wrapped a little tighter around Hiccup and he flared a wing,
blocking the boy from sight as he snarled at the consul but the man didn’t
care, he stood at his full height and towered over the two and Hiccup was
immediately reminded of the times he had challenged Alvin or angered his
father. This man was huge in ways that might even make the two Viking
chieftains look tiny.
“He stole my prized jewel and I’ve been force to wait for another,” he growled,
meeting Toothless’s gaze as if he were addressing the dragon rather than the
boy. “And I will have another, better one. What better than a Viking prince who
can control dragons? The senate will bow before me with such a treasure at my
side. That, my dear prince…that is the debt Alvin owes me. Are you willing to
pay such a price of your own free will?”
Hiccup pushed aside Toothless’s wing and gaped at the man in horror.
“Whoa…wait. You expect me to just hand myself over so you can do whatever you
want to me…in front of the senate?”
“If I wish it you will do it.”
The boy laughed. He didn’t mean to – he was scared shitless – but it came out
nonetheless and once that first laughed passed his lips he couldn’t stop
himself. “You’ve got to be joking.” He shook his head, not willing to take the
man seriously. “Look, I know you have a thing for me or whatever this is and
I’m flattered, I guess, but I’m not interested and I sure as hell am not going
to be your plaything for the senate or anyone. I don’t give a damn about your
play for power.” He glanced at Toothless and gave a small nod. “Now you can
take the treasure and let bygones be bygones or Toothless here can tell you
exactly how he feels about this whole situation.”
Toothless narrowed eyes and inhaling deeply as his mouth began to glow a bright
blue. The consul took a step back. “Guards!”
“Stop!” a deep voice boomed and Hiccup heaved a sigh of relief.
Alvin, Viggo, Magnus and Olaf stormed into the room. Toothless stopped
immediately and smacked his lips as he glanced toward the Outcast chief. He
felt Hiccup relax next to him and he gave the boy a nuzzle, assuring him
everything was okay now even if he wasn’t particularly fond of Alvin. But when
the man opened his arms to the boy Toothless let Hiccup go to him.
Alvin pulled the boy to him and held him tightly as if he were afraid of losing
him. “Stupid, foolish, child,” he reprimanded in a hushed tone before pushing
him to arm’s length. “What were you thinking?”
“I thought I could help,” Hiccup answered, feeling awfully small and insecure.
Alvin squeezed his shoulders and offered him a small smile. “This is something
that should never have concerned you,” he said before pressing his lips to
Hiccup’s forehead. “I’m so sorry, lad.”
“It’s okay,” Hiccup mumbled softly as his head was pressed to the man’s chest.
He knew Alvin could be possessive but never so protective until now. Last night
had been because of excessive drinking, it had to have been. Whatever the cause
Alvin was in his right mind now and Hiccup felt safe in his arms. “I forgive
you for being a jackass.” The familiar rumble of Alvin laughter shook through
him and Hiccup smiled as he pressed his cheeks against the man’s chest.
Alvin carded his fingers through Hiccup hair, amused as always by the boy’s wit
regardless of the situation. “Cheeky as ever,” he mused before glancing at the
consul. “The debt is over. You had your fun last night. That was all we ever
agreed on. I never agreed to bring you a replacement for Viggo. You gave him to
me or has your memory become faulty with old age?”
The consul glared at him but said nothing.
“We’re leaving,” Alvin continued, placing a calming hand on Toothless’s flank.
“Toothless…”
The dragon backed up slowly, growling menacingly at the consul the whole time.
The consul watched them with greedy eyes. “Oh? You’re going to leave before the
execution of the boy’s father and mentor?” he asked, catching Alvin off guard.
Hiccup stopped and looked at the consul in confusion. “What?” he asked, his
voice just above a whisper. He turned to Alvin. “What is he talking about?”
“He didn’t tell you?” the consul purred. He chuckled. “The reason we were
celebrating last night is because we captured your father and his fat friend
yesterday while we were in the market place. That’s what your dragon smelt. He
led us right to them. They’ll be executed tomorrow morning.”
Hiccup’s heart began to race as he stared up at Alvin in horror. “Is this
true?” he asked, feeling as if his world was suddenly closing in on him. He
searched Alvin’s eyes, praying that what the consul said was a lie.
“Hiccup…” Alvin began but Hiccup could see that it was true.
Hiccup shook his head, even more confused now. “They came for me? And you were
just going to let them die?”
“Hiccup…” Alvin said more firmly.
“I wouldn’t worry so much, little prince,” the consul cooed with a big smile,
causing the boy to look at him. “They’ll have company.”
The ping or darts being fired filled the large room and to Hiccup’s horror all
four of the Outcasts plus Toothless were hit with countless knockout darts. The
drug ran through their blood streams quickly and one by one they fell to the
ground out cold. Toothless and Alvin were the last two and Hiccup was dragged
down when they fell, the chest falling to ground and the treasure cascading all
over the floor.
“Toothless!” he cried when the dragon hit the marble floor, his wing
momentarily flaring as he shielded Hiccup from the onslaught. Hiccup tried
shaking him but it was no use, there were over a half dozen darts buried deep
in his hide. “Viggo?” he whispered, his friend sprawled out over the dragon’s
tail. Olaf and Magnus was much in the same shape. Hiccup turned to Alvin who
was still partially conscious and fighting to stay so. Hiccup grabbed his arm
and tried to pull him to his feet but the man was not light by any means.
“Alvin…get up!”
“Run…” Alvin ordered, his voice firm even as his body began to give out. “Now!”
Another round of darts hit the man and this time he did fall.
Hiccup stepped back. He was the only one untouched by the darts. He looked
around at each outcast, Alvin, Viggo, Magnus and Olaf and then Toothless. They
were all unconscious and of no help whatsoever. Hiccup’s heart raced in panic
as he noted the approaching guards, each fully armed. Regardless Hiccup pulled
Alvin’s sword from his belt and despite it being far too large for him he held
it tightly, ready to fight to the death if he had to.
“I willing to make you an offer, little prince,” the consul said as he
sauntered toward the youth. “I will allow your father and mentor their freedom
if you give yourself to me.”
Hiccup’s head snapped toward him and his grip on the sword tightened. “And
them?” he asked in a low bestial growl that seemed more dragon than human.
The consul snorted. “This filth? Very well. I’ll have them transported to the
edge of my land along with your people. I’m sure your father and Alvin have a
lot to talk about.”
“And Toothless?”
“Doesn’t a dragon tamer need his faithful companion? You may keep the dragon.”
The boy’s shoulders fell as his considered the consul’s offer. He didn’t have
much choice. He was surrounded by soldiers all with drugged knockout darts and
it didn’t really matter if he surrendered or not they would either overwhelm
him or knock him out and drag him wherever the consul wanted. At least he would
still have Toothless.
Dropping the sword he raised his hands. “Alright, I surrender,” he agreed, his
chest heaving. He raised his hands to show he was unarmed. His eyes closed in
defeat as two guards grabbed his arms and led him away from the Outcasts and
any chance of freedom.
They paused in front the consul and the man took Hiccup’s chin between his
thumb and forefinger. “I have some big plans for you, Hiccup,” he chuckled.
Hiccup glared at him and against his better judgment he spit in the man’s face,
not willing to bow or coward before this monster. “Do your worse.” He gasped a
moment later when he was backhanded so hard his ears rang.
The consul leered at him. “Alvin said you were a defiant one. I’m going to have
great fun breaking you. Take him to the training room.”
The two men’s grips tightened as they dragged Hiccup away to a place far from
the villa where his screams were unlikely to be heard.
***** Chapter 23 *****
Life As I Knew It 23
Scaling the wall to Hiccup’s chambers was a breeze just like before but this
time Dagur was ready for the Nightfury. He had stolen a bunch of tranquilizer
darts from some soldiers he had encountered when he entered the courtyard no
longer hiding from the villa’s residence. Once he got on the balcony he armed
his crossbow and took aim, not willing to take any chances with the creature.
Once he had Hiccup the dragon was sure to follow. Slowly and quietly he crept
into the room prepared for anything.
The room was empty.
Confused Dagur lower the bow and looked around. “Hiccup?” he called out. His
confusion only grew when he spotted the weaved silk on the ground, the bundle
of sheets, and book and case on the table. Where could Hiccup have gone with
that Nightfury? What sort of trouble could the two be in now?
. . .
“You know when Alvin told me you were special I thought he was just teasing me
to flaunt off his newest prize,” the consul chattered as he lead his men and
Hiccup to what appeared to be some sort of sacrificial chamber used to honor
the ancient Roman Gods deep underground. There was an alter in the center and
what appeared to be little rooms off to the side. Decorative cravings adorned
not only the walls but also the alter. They looked ancient and normally Hiccup
would be curious about them and interested in their meaning but given the
situation it was probably best he didn’t know.
Another group of guards dragged in Toothless’s unconscious and bond form. They
deposited him on a low platform not far from the alter. The way he was muzzled
meant there was no chance of him breathing fire or sending a blast of plasma to
help Hiccup. They were both helpless against the consul and his men.
“Toothless!” Hiccup cried, struggling against the men holding him as the others
filed out of the room. “What are you going to do to him? This has nothing to do
with him!” he pleaded, afraid Toothless might be harmed as well or forced to
watch as this crazy man defiled him but whatever was in the dart must have been
powerful because the ebony dragon didn’t so much as stir at his rider’s cries.
The consul only chuckled as he moved about the alter setting things up. “As I
was saying, Alvin spoke very highly of you but he said a curious thing about
that dragon and its relation to you. You were two sides of the same coin. I
thought it incredibly strange. How can a human and dragon be one?” the consul
smiled cunningly at Hiccup. “I’m rather curious as to how that’s possible.”
“It means we’re best friends and will kill to protect one another,” Hiccup spat
before realizing what he had said and fearing he may have just endangered
Toothless.
“Such a temper,” the consul tut-tutted. “No matter, it’s that passion I’m
counting on. Once we’re done tonight I’ll have need of a protector for you.”
Hiccup raised a brow in suspicion. “What do you mean?”
The large man lumbered toward him with a sick smile. One large meaty finger ran
down Hiccup’s cheek. “I’ve learned a few things since our first encountered at
Fort Sinister. I found a particularly interesting dragon that you might like to
get to know better.”
Now Hiccup was completely lost and he stared up at the man as if he had lost
his mind. He couldn’t have been dragged all the way down here just to meet a
new species of dragon, could here? He turned his head away when the consul ran
his sausage like thumb over his lower lip.
“But I digress. Strip him down and place him on the alter,” the consul ordered
the two guards still holding Hiccup.
One let go of him while the other grasped both arms to keep him still. That
didn’t mean Hiccup didn’t put up a fight. He struggled and kicked as his
clothing was removed and then his prosthetic. They were thrown aside as if
nothing more than garbage and then Hiccup was lifted onto the alter so that his
legs dangled over one side and held down by both men. Hiccup tried struggling
but it was no use. They had iron grips and nothing Hiccup did could break it.
He tilted his head back to look at Toothless and desperately tried calling out
to him one more time.
“Toothless!” he cried, hoping to wake the dragon but it was useless. The
Nightfury was out cold and unlikely to wake up for hours.
“Shh…” the consul said with unusual softness as he took the boy’s knees and
gently pushed them apart. “He’ll be fine. It’s you we should be focusing on.”
“Wait…I changed my mind. I mean there has to be something else you want…ah, I
can invent stuff and...” he tried, growing desperate as the man settled between
his legs and then opened a jar of some sweet smelling lotion. One of the men
held Hiccup’s head still as the jar was held up to his nose.
“I can be a gentle man, Hiccup,” the consul purred softly as Hiccup was forced
to breath it the sweet smell. “This will help you relax a little and sensitize
your body.”
He rubbed the lotion into Hiccup’s most sensitive areas, his nipples and belly,
his small cock and balls, into the crack of his ass and around his rim then
inside a little, making the boy whimper in disgust. But whatever the lotion was
it reacted quickly and Hiccup’s body began to tingle and he fidgeted as he
tried to ignore the strange feelings. This wasn’t right. He felt as if he was
on fire wherever the consul touched him. His cock was twitching with arousal
even though Hiccup had no such feelings toward the man.
“No…stop…please stop…” Hiccup begged, trying to close his legs but the consul
only smiled at him as he again pushed apart his legs. He shook his head. This
was worse than the first time Alvin touched him. He was scared then and an
unwilling participant but at least Alvin never hurt him. He didn’t do it to
cause harm. The consul however was doing this to be cruel, to force Hiccup into
submission and simply take what he wanted. And that’s exactly what the consul
did.
The man lowered his face to Hiccup’s groin, his large hands holding the youth’s
knees far apart, and began licking his quivering length. Hiccup gasped and
tried pulling away only for the two men to tighten their grips. The consul
rubbed his face into the youth’s groin and licked and suckled his balls as he
jerked the boy off. His other hand teased Hiccup’s ass, running up and down his
crack and poking his hole until he slid one finger in and then a second.
“No! Stop…please…ngh…uh…” Hiccup cried, thrashing about as he tried to break
free but it only served to hurt his arms more, reminding him of the burn on his
right wrist. Meanwhile his body was burning more and as much as he didn’t want
the consul touching him his body craved more and he silently cursed his body
for such weakness.
Vibration from the consul laughter shook Hiccup’s cock and only made him
harder. He closed his eyes and sobbed softly wanting it to all end. A third
finger entered him and Hiccup almost felt relived. Three fingers would make him
wide enough for the consul to fuck him and get it over with then Hiccup could
hide his face against Toothless’s hide until the dragon awoke and they figured
a way to escape. He just had to hold out a few minutes longer.
Then a four finger entered him and Hiccup inhaled sharply in surprise. What was
going on? Was this because the consul’s manhood was so wide? Those fingers were
wiggling inside him but not thrust like Alvin would. They stretched him but not
like Alvin did. Hiccup wiggled his bottom, not liking this one bit.
“I’m guessing by the way you’re fidgeting that Alvin never gave you a proper
fisting,” the consul observed as he let go of Hiccup’s semi erect cock with a
plop.
“A what?” Hiccup demanded, not liking the sound of that.
The consul only grinned. “Holding him tight,” he advised before going down on
him again.
Hiccup’s back arched as the hot tongue swirled around his length before the
consul swallowed his cock and sucked so hard he thought he might explode at any
moment. He began whimpering and moaning. It was too much. He couldn’t take it
any longer. Then it got worse. The consul stretched him, his fingers spreading
wide inside Hiccup before suddenly shoving in his thumb. His whole hand was now
inside Hiccup’s small ass and it pushed in so deep Hiccup was sure the man
could grab his guts and rip them out with no trouble whatsoever. Hiccup paned,
his eyes wide open now and he stared at the ceiling in shock. He had no words
for what this felt like and could decide if it was good or bad.
The consul watched him for a moment, judging Hiccup’s reaction before
processing forward. When Hiccup did nothing more than breath rapidly and stare
at the ceiling the consul began fisting him, moving his arm as he would his
cock and putting pressure on the boy’s prostrate. Then he moved faster, harder
and sucked him just as hard until Hiccup was thrashing again, his legs jerking
as he was fisted so hard his insides were likely to be bruised.
“NO!” Hiccup screamed in a bizarre mix of pleasure and pain, his back arching
into a near perfect bow. The two soldiers had to reinforce their hold on him.
The consul only sucked harder as the boy came, lapping up his juices and
continuing sucking, forcing Hiccup into one orgasm after another, making him
scream until his voice was raw. Then and only then did he let up and give the
boy a break. He stood up and pulled his fist from Hiccup’s now lose insides. He
licked his lips as he stared down at him. He was so wonderfully beautiful and
still so innocent with the way he drew his knees to his chest as if that would
save him from what was yet to come.
“I can see why Alvin enjoyed you so much,” he purred, petting Hiccup’s bad leg
as if soothing an animal. “Your ass is still as tight as a virgin’s even after
last night.”
Hiccup glared at him through shimmering tears but said nothing. The look said
it all; he hated the consul with every inch of his soul.
The man licked his lips as his gaze travelled over the boy’s body. “Well I know
a few senators who would greatly enjoy such a tight ass but as you learned last
night I’m rather well endowed and I enjoy group sex which means you need to fit
at least two large cocks in your ass at once.” He ran a finger over Hiccup’s
lips. “And a nice big one right there as well. Hmm…we’ll have to work on that.”
“You’re sick,” Hiccup growled, unable to see how what the consul said could
possibly work. “I’ll never do what you want. You might as well kill me now.”
“Oh little prince, you’re going to do everything I say from now on,” the consul
cooed as he pulled a small box from somewhere under the alter. “Remember that
dragon I told you about earlier? Well this funny little creature is much like a
Fireworm but much, much smaller. It likes eating the juices inside young boy’s
stomachs. When it’s had its fill it latches onto your nerve endings and spreads
a neurotoxin. In a matter of hours it will travel to your brain and turn you
into my willing consort.” He brushed his fingers over Hiccup’s belly. “I like
making things a little easier for it by giving my boys a good hard fisting. It
produces a nice nesting area for it. I’ll feed it shortly afterward.”
In the consul’s hand was a small worm like dragon no more than two or three
inches in length with a hundred or more little needle like legs and six tiny
wings. It moved along the man’s hand as if a faithful pet. Hiccup stared at it
in horror and tried pulling his legs tighter to his chest but that was a fatal
mistake as the two guards took one knee each and spread him open for their
leader. Fear caused him to shake violently as the consul neared his neither
region with the small creature.
“No…get that thing away from me!” Hiccup cried, struggle to get free.
The consul only grinned as he brought the creature closer to his entrance. “I
thought you liked dragons,” he mocked before releasing the little dragon.
Hiccup gave a gasp at the sudden intrusion, his eyes rolling into the back of
his head.
“Because she sure likes you.”
. . .
Viggo awoke to a headache and it took a moment of two for him to clear his
mind. His vision swam as he cracked open his eyes and slowly glanced around,
careful not to move his head and alert the men dragging him and the others
toward the prison district. The villa was well equipped with such things. Viggo
remembered them in vivid detail from when he and his family were first
enslaved. He closed his eyes for a moment as that old fear passed through him.
Well he wasn’t going to go through that again. He couldn’t, nor was he going to
sit back and let the consul hurt Hiccup any more than he already had. So he did
the only thing he could. He ignored the pounding in his head and threw his
weight back, toppling the two surprised soldiers. He used their shock to his
advantage and quickly knocked their both out before relieving them of their
weapons and advancing on the other soldiers who had dropped his fellow Outcasts
to deal with him.
Years of serving as an Outcast and going into battle gave Viggo a better sense
of fighting than these villa soldiers. While they had combat training few had
real battle experience and unless armed with the drugged darts were not
prepared for hand to hand combat and even six to one Viggo had the upper hand.
Unexpected back up helped as well.
A barbaric battle cry made the young Outcast jump in surprise. A Viking shot
past him, weapons drawn and slashed at the Romans with both axe and sword. He
hacked at the men with now care of who they were or of a better solution than
killing them. Viggo stepped back in shock and growing fear before realizing who
his unlikely savior was.
“Dagur!” he cried before tackling the youth and knocking the weapons away
before he could turn his deranged rage on his fellow Outcasts. He held the
struggling Berserker down, using his superior weight and height to his
advantage until the younger boy calmed down a little. “Dagur, whoa…easy
there…easy,” he said soothingly when the boy quit struggling. He gave a smile
when Dagur looked up at him with bright emerald eyes that reminded him of
Hiccup’s.
“Viggo?” the Berserker chief asked in surprise. “What are you doing here?
Where’s Hiccup?”
“You’re here for Hiccup?” Viggo asked but he shouldn’t have been surprised. It
seemed everyone was interested in the young dragon tamer.
“Where is he, Viggo? I won’t let them hurt him like last night,” Dagur growled,
shoving Viggo off him. For once he looked every bit the Berserker of legends.
He was covered head to toe in blood with a deranged look in his eyes as he got
to his feet. He looked around at the blood bath he had created before settling
his eyes on Alvin who was still unconscious on the floor. Without a word Dagur
scooped up his axe and headed toward him.
Viggo darted between the two chiefs. “No,” he said sternly, placing a hand on
Dagur’s chest. “I’m not sure what you saw last night but I can assure you Alvin
is not the one who hurt Hiccup, not intentionally. The man you’re looking for
took Hiccup. If we don’t find him soon they may be nothing left to rescue.”
Dagur’s gaze flicked from Alvin to Viggo and back again then back once more.
“Where?” he snarled but Viggo could see the worry in his eyes. It made Dagur
look incredibly young like when they first met four years ago during a peace
treaty signing between Alvin and Dagur’s father Oswald and forged a rather
unstable friendship, much like the one Dagur had with Hiccup. But Viggo knew
that under all Dagur’s derangedness was the fierce protective heart of a chief
and friend. Whatever Dagur’s reason for being in Rome his protective nature had
taken over.
Viggo glanced down at Alvin, Magnus and Olaf, the latter two beginning to stir.
Alvin would take a little longer due to how many times he was hit by the darts,
but Viggo was sure he would be okay. “Follow me,” he told Dagur. “I’m pretty
sure I know where the consul took him.”
. . .
It had taken time but Harold was able to track his nephew to the villa. He and
the dragon riders landed in the courtyard only to be greeted by soldiers. But
they were little more than an annoyance as Stoick dismounted his dragon and
took on the armed men as if dealing with unruly children.
“WHERE IS MY SON!” he bellowed at the top of his lungs for all in the vicinity
to hear as he drew his sword.
Gobber stood next to him with a smug look on his face. “I think you boys might
want to answer the question,” he said and when they did not shrugged as Stoick
lashed out. “Gave you fair warning.”
. . .
With the nano-dragon deep inside Hiccup the youth had quieted down more in
shock than any actual pain. Sure he hurt all the way up his spine and in his
stomach but it was numb compared to the thing moving around in his belly. He
didn’t shift about or try fighting anymore and the guards had let him go to
stand back and simply watch him as the consul ran his fingers over belly and
thighs in a soothing pattern.
“There,” the consul said softly. “Not so bad now is it? Soon you won’t feel it
at all. It’ll nest once it’s fed and then you’ll feel no more pain than the
natural.”
Hiccup only pressed his hands against his face and tried to ignore the man and
the strange feeling of the creature moving inside him. He refused to cry and
show anymore weakness than he already had but it was hard. And Toothless was of
no help. He was only beginning to stir but the poor dragon was so disoriented
that he could barely lift his head without looking sick. Hiccup wanted to
comfort him more than himself.
He gave a small whimper when the consul pulled him back to the edge of the
alter the rolled him onto his belly. “No!” he gasped, already knowing what was
about the happen. A searing headache shot through him, muffling his objection
and causing him to cry out in pain.
“Sh…you see. Whenever you fight now our little friend will remind you who you
belong to,” the consul explained, stroking Hiccup’s spine. “You’ll come to
learn your place soon enough.”
Hiccup bit back a cry as the consul thrust into him. He tried to ignore the
feel of the man’s fat length moving in and out of him despite the sound of
slapping flesh and the pleasure that rose every time his prostrate was touched.
He tried to imagine that maybe it was Alvin fucking him and maybe that was a
bad move as the image triggered more pleasure and he began moaning wantonly and
pushing back.
“That’s right,” the consul breathed encouragingly in his ear as his pace picked
up. “Just let it go. You’re body wants this. You want this. You want more,
don’t you?” He rotated his hips and did a move that made Hiccup’s eyes roll
back as pleasure shot up his spine erasing the pain of earlier. “You’re a
glutton for sensation. I can give you pleasure you’ve never imagined. Starting
with you serving my guards and ma at once.”
“No…” Hiccup moaned, fighting to gain control of his body only to have another
searing pain shoot through his head. “Please…”
The consul nodded to the two guards who immediately began to strip as he
continued to thrust into Hiccup. He stroked Hiccup’s back the whole time,
talking away either to sooth him or the creature inside. All the while Hiccup
whimpered and moaned as he was forced to one orgasm after another. It felt good
and hurt all the same and Hiccup was certain that once the other two men joined
in it would only get worse.
Then everything changed. There was a commotion outside and the consul’s head
snapped up in irritation. “Go see what’s going on,” he ordered one of the
guards who were still half dressed. He thrust one last time, his back arching
as he came inside the young Hooligan heir. “Oh yes, suck it all up, boy. That’s
good. Your mouth is next.”
A loud thump made him look up. “What the hell… Get out there and see what’s
going on,” the consul snapped, pulling out of Hiccup and grabbing the boy by
the hair.
Hiccup gave a cry and grabbed at his wrists, trying to free his hair only for
that pain to increase once more. “Toothless!” he cried as he was dragged to one
of the side rooms, fearing that things were about to get worse.
Thankfully the dragon was coming to his senses but that meant very little. He
was still muzzled and bound and unable to help him. He just whined pathetically
as he struggled against the ropes to get to him. But it was no use. He couldn’t
break free and Hiccup was dragged away from him.
Hiccup reached out for him but he was thrown into a small room off the main
one. The consul knelt before him and bound his wrists together then gaged him.
He was dragged back to his feet then hung from a hook so that he dangled.
Hiccup tried struggling but with only one leg there was nothing he could do
without hurting himself more. Nonetheless the consul backhanded him for
efforts.
“Learn your place, boy,” he growled as he pulled on his ropes to deal with
whatever situation that was causing this distraction. His smirked when Hiccup
tried kicking him with his good foot only to double up when pain raced through
him again. “You’ll learn. Soon you’ll learn your place even if it takes a dozen
men to break you.”
The boy only glared at him in response.
Licking his lips the consul turned to leave. “I’m going to enjoy watching you
break. Maybe a second dragon is what you need.”
That brought the right amount of fear into the boy’s eyes. Sure Hiccup wouldn’t
defy him again he left to deal with whatever disturbance was taking him away
from his fun. He didn’t give Hiccup a backward look.
A sudden smashing of a door and cry from the consul made Hiccup start in a mix
of fear and surprise. He pressed himself against the wall, one part of him
filled with hope that it was Alvin coming to his rescue but when Toothless
began snarling and the consul gave a blood curling scream his fear only grew.
His heart raced with every clang of sword and roar from Toothless until he
heard the unmistakable sound of a body hitting the ground and Toothless fell
silent. His eyes widened as a horrible possibility hit him. Whatever was out
there just killed his best friend. Tears rushed to his eyes and fell down his
cheeks as his stomach twisted in agony, this time not due to the creature
inside him but in fear of the only person left that truly mattered to him and
he screamed with all his might behind the gag for Toothless.
***** Chapter 24 *****
Life As I Knew It 24
Stories of demons flashed through Hiccup’s mind as what surely could not be a
human being stepped in the doorway, hunched over and covered in dripping red
blood with the decapitated head of one of the guards hanging by its hair in one
hand. Hiccup pressed against the wall as best he could, trying to get as far
from the demented looking creature as he could as he shook his head in
disbelief. No…this couldn’t be happening. He must have died. The consul must
have killed him and this demon was about to drag to the underworld.
Then the thing spoke. “Hiccup…”
Hiccup would’ve backed away further if he could but the sound of the demon’s
voice was strangely familiar and his fear was replaced by curiosity. “Dagur?”
he whispered. When the Berserker chief nodded Hiccup suddenly wished it really
was a demon come to take his soul.
Dagur moved stiffly across the room, his gaze never leaving Hiccup’s. Hiccup
bit his lower lip the closer the older boy got, expecting the worse. Dagur
dropped the sever head of the guard when he was midway. Hiccup inhaled sharply
as it rolled around before settling on its side, its dead eyes staring up at
him frozen in horror. The boy’s heart raced faster as he looked from it to
Dagur.
“Dagur…Dagur, stop,” he pleaded, fearful that the older boy may have also
killed Toothless. “Please…Dagur…just…”
Then to his surprise Dagur touched his cheek with one bloody hand, as if just
as surprised to see him. “You’re alive…” he whispered in a hoarse voice. “You
survived in one piece.” And then in complete Dagur fashion he invaded Hiccup’s
space completely and wrapped his arms around the other boy’s waist and knelt on
the ground, his head against Hiccup’s belly.
Hiccup wasn’t sure what was happening now. It seemed as if Dagur was sobbing
and if Hiccup could lower his arms he might have tried to assure the Berserker
everything was find. Instead he just stared at the redhead in disbelief. He had
known Dagur all his life and he could count the number of times he had seen the
older boy cry on one hand with lots of fingers to spare. Still, he needed to
know the fate of his best friend. “Dagur…is Toothless…”
“Should we give you two a moment?” another far too familiar voice asked from
the doorway. Hiccup’s head shot up in shock.
Snotlout and Tuffnut stood in the doorway, Snotlout looking rather surprised
while Tuffnut had that cat that got the cream look on his face. Both seemed a
little taken back by both Dagur’s and Hiccup’s appearance but Tuffnut was
better at hiding it than Snotlout who seemed aghast and unable to express his
thoughts for once in his life. Regardless Hiccup was happy to see them.
“Snotlout, Tuffnut!” he cried, not believing his eyes.
Tuffnut leaned against the door. “Hey,” he chirped that grin never leaving his
face. “So should we leave you two for a few minutes or…”
“Let’s go with no,” Astrid said, walking up to the two boys and smacking
Tuffnut across the back of the head for even suggesting such a thing.
“Ow,” Tuffnut whined only to be punched in the stomach by Ruffnut.
“Idiot,” the female twin grumbled in annoyance before shoving him out of the
room. “Help Fishlegs untie Toothless.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
It was all a little too much for Hiccup. The room suddenly felt crowded and his
body far too warm and he was almost certain he was hallucinating. For one how
did the other riders find him after him being gone for months and travelling
across much of the known world? Why was Dagur with them? It didn’t make any
sense. Then he remembered the consul saying that they had captured his father
and Gobber and wondered if perhaps the riders were there to save them rather
than him and that he may have been an after thought. It brought back a sense of
self-loathing that he often felt when he thought of how different he was to the
other Vikings and that maybe he wasn’t really important to his people when not
dealing with dragons. A part of him hoped he really was dreaming.
“Hiccup?” Astrid asked, suddenly very close to him. She reached up to free his
wrists. She was always taller than him but even in her tips toes she couldn’t
reach the hook above his head and she gave an annoyed growl that didn’t sound
very feminine. “I guess they really didn’t want you going anywhere,” she
muttered as she settled back on her feet. She glared down at Dagur who was in
her way and making it increasingly difficult for her to reach the hook. “Do you
mind?”
The Berserker said nothing not until Viggo stepped around the Berk teens and
placed a hand on his shoulder. “Dagur, we can’t help Hiccup if you don’t give
the boy some space,” he said as if a big brother offering advice to a younger.
Once Dagur finally moved – or more precisely shifted enough for Viggo to do
what he had to do – Viggo was able to lift Hiccup’s wrists up over the hook and
then untied them. “Hey there, kiddo. You alright?” he asked once the youth was
free. Seeing that Hiccup was missing his prosthetic he went to lift him up but
paused when he realized Hiccup was naked. He glanced at Ruffnut. “Go back in
the other room. His clothes should be on the floor. If not there are sheets
under a draw of the alter. Hurry, he’s going into shock.”
“No, I’m not,” Hiccup objected but he did feel a little woozy and his vision
swam in and out. He blinked when he looked at Astrid, certain he was looking at
an angel rather than the girl he had a crush on since he was little. She looked
so different in the white gown she was now sporting, like a young bride on her
wedding day. Certainly she must be a Valkyrie here to take him to home. “I
might have died though. She’s here to take me to Valhalla, right?”
“Smooth,” Viggo chuckled as Dagur stood looking a little perplex by everyone in
the room when only minutes ago it had just been him and Viggo chopping down
guards and wading into a blood bath.
Astrid smiled and rolled her eyes at Hiccup’s antics. “A flare of the
melodramatic,” she told Viggo as Ruffnut hurried back with a large white sheet
that Tuffnut helped Viggo wrap around Hiccup before the Outcast lifted the
young Hooligan heir into his arms and carried him out just as a frantic Stoick
and Gobber rushed in.
Viggo froze. The kids hadn’t really questioned him when he and Dagur rushed
past them in the courtyard. Astrid had tried stopping them, even pulled her axe
on them but when Viggo announced he knew where Hiccup was she and the other had
tagged along without question. Stoick had been too busy tearing into the
soldiers and Gobber was protecting his back. Now he had to explain why Hiccup
was in the shape he was in the arms of an Outcast who by all means had helped
put him in this situation even if that was never Viggo’s intent.
Surprisingly Stoick went from enraged warrior to concerned father in a
heartbeat and hurried to his son’s side. “Hiccup…” he breathed, taking his boy
from Viggo and looking him over before crushing him to his chest. “Thank Odin!
Thank you, Odin.” He looked to Viggo with a look full of relief and
thankfulness. “You gave me back my boy. Boys,” he corrected when Toothless
stood and shook out his wings. The Nightfury trotted up to them, happy to see
his rider reunited with his father and rubbed his head against Hiccup’s.
Hiccup raised both hands to touch the dragon’s head. “Yeah, I know, I was
stupid.”
Toothless only licked him in response.
“We need to get out of here,” Viggo advised while Snotlout gathered up Hiccup’s
prosthetic and clothing. “The consul took off before we could stop him. For a
fat man he can be incredibly fast and cunning. He’ll be calling in a legion of
soldiers to stop us now.”
“What does he want with my son?” Stoick demanded. “Where’s Alvin? Did he sale
my boy to this consul?”
Hiccup began shaking his head. “Dad, it’s not like that. Alvin tried saving
me,” he tried to explain but his father was on a tirade and was more than happy
to place all the blame on Alvin.
“Sir, can we please discuss this somewhere else?” Viggo pleaded. He raised a
hand to stop everyone from speaking and listened closely. “We need to
leave…now. How many dragons do you have?”
“Enough,” Gobber assured as he took the lead.
Stoick gave a nod. “Everyone head to your dragons and get to the sky. The first
ones up give cover fire for the rest.” He held Hiccup tightly as they darted
back outside. “Move it! I want all riders in the air now!”
“What about Toothless?” Hiccup questioned in fear. “Dad, what about Toothless?
He can’t fly. His harness was destroyed. Dad!”
“Hookfang can carry him,” Stoick assured, giving Snotlout a look. His nephew
nodded and gave him Hiccup’s fake leg before heading for his Monstrous
Nightmare.
“What about Alvin and the others?” Hiccup continued, surprising Stoick.
His father stared down at him in confusion then frowned. “Leave them,” he
growled lowly.
“Dad…” Hiccup whispered, seeing the anger on his father’s face. He shook his
head. “We can’t. I know what he did was wrong but we can’t leave him.”
“Hiccup, that’s enough,” Stoick said firmly as he hurried to where Thornado
waited for them. “We’re leaving and that’s the end of it.”
“You don’t understand!”
“THAT’S ENOUGH!”
Pain rocked through Hiccup but he was determined not to leave Alvin, Magnus and
Olaf to the hands of the consul despite what may have happened, Hiccup did the
only thing he could and elbowed his father as hard as he could. It wasn’t so
much the pain of the strike – Hiccup’s didn’t have a lot of strength behind him
– but rather the shock that his boy would go so far that caused Stoick to drop
his son and the prosthetic leg. Hiccup didn’t wait for the man to grab him and
try to stop him, he grabbed his artificial leg, held the sheet around him
tightly, and hobbled toward Viggo who quickly understood and wrapped an arm
under him to help him get back in the villa and find the rest of the Outcasts
who with any luck would be awake by now. Toothless hurried to catch up while
Dagur silently followed them.
The two moved quickly but it wasn’t long before Stoick caught up. He gave
Hiccup a look that clearly said he was not happy with his son but Hiccup didn’t
care. He leaned against Viggo and let the older male led him to where Alvin was
last seen but they weren’t there.
“Your suite,” Viggo suggested, altering their course and heading up to the
second floor.
Here they had a little difficulty and Stoick again scooped Hiccup up. “You and
I are going to have a long talk when this is all over,” he informed his boy as
they followed Viggo to Hiccup’s room. Hiccup gave a curt nod and pointed the
way while Stoick grumbled about the things he was going to do once he got his
hands on Alvin.
Viggo was right, Alvin and the others were in Hiccup’s chambers and to Hiccup’s
surprise Magnus and Olaf were working on the makeshift harness for Toothless
while Alvin was packing the youth’s possessions.
“Hiccup!” he called out happily when he saw the boy. His happiness quickly
faded when he noticed his young lover in Stoick’s arms. “Stoick.”
The Hooligan chief went to put his boy on the bed but Hiccup held on tight.
“No, Dad. Not now. You two can battle it out later. Right now we need to get
out of here,” he begged, clinging to his father in hopes of delaying what he
knew would be a messy fight.
His father stared at him for a moment before frowning deeply and dumping him on
the bed. “Get dress,” he instructed before storming up to Alvin. His large
hands balled into fists and he looked ready to beat the other man to within an
inch of his life. He raised one fist.
“DAD!” Hiccup screamed. Pain shot through him much as it had when he was
struggling against the consul. It went from his belly through his chest and
then to the bridge of his nose where it slowly subsided as Hiccup took deep
calming breaths, praying his father would just relax and let Alvin explain.
But Stoick didn’t hit Alvin. Instead he poked one large finger in the other
man’s chest. “For whatever reason, my boy refuses to leave here without you. I
don’t know what you’ve done to him but once we’re out of here you and I are
going to have words. This is the second time you stole my child and I will not
stand for a third.”
Alvin was a little bewildered by the sudden turn of events, having fully
expected an all-out fight with Stoick the moment the man was free. Everyone
stared at them for several long minutes before Alvin nodded. “You’re boy is far
more special than I ever realized.”
“If you touched him…” Stoick began only to be cut off by Gobber who had taken
watch on the balcony.
“Stoick, not to be offensive but can we wrap this up. We’ve got incoming,”
Gobber reported before ducking down as an arrow whipped past him. “And some of
these fellas have dragons of their own.”
Alvin cursed. “Those were supposed to be my dragons!” he snarled, storming
toward the balcony to yell at the Roman riders but he was cut off when the
Hooligan teens went after them to defend the room.
Dagur shook his head as if awaking from some strange dream to the chaos that
was taking place all around him. The bloodlust that had clouded his mind was
now gone and he was a little bewildered by the room they all now stood in. “So
are we just hanging around here or going down fighting?” he asked, not
understanding why they were in such a lavish room rather than on the
battlefield.
“We’re leaving in a minute,” Harold informed him. He went to the two Outcasts
to see if he could help with the rigging for Toothless’s harness.
Now fully dressed Hiccup limped up to Alvin and Stoick, his body still hurting
and would most likely hurt for days to come. “What are you doing here?” he
asked, his voice just above a whisper and meant only for Alvin. He felt a
little off by the fact it had been Dagur and Viggo and the riders that came to
his rescue and not Alvin who was supposed to care for him and share something
very special with him…or at least he thought. Maybe Alvin had sold him to the
consul.
“When I awoke Viggo was already gone. Then I saw your father carrying you. I
figured it best to make sure you had a ride out of here.”
“He has a ride,” Stoick argued only to have Alvin roll his eyes and look at him
as if he was an idiot. It nearly made Stoick explode.
Hiccup on the other hand had the brightest smile ever. “So the no flying rule
just went out the door?” he asked sounding almost childish.
Alvin’s face pinched slightly. “I suppose I can forgive this one time.”
Stoick threw up his hands in defeat. He didn’t understand whatsoever. “So he
listens when you ground him and disobeys me? What in Valhalla is this world
coming to?”
“Wait,” Hiccup suddenly interrupted, raising his hands. He bit his lower lip as
he glanced toward the rigging. “This isn’t going to work. I need rods and…”
“Got the rods here,” Viggo announced, pulling out a series of thin rods from
the bundle of sheets he had brought up earlier. “I got them from the forge. Are
they long enough?”
“Yeah,” Hiccup answered impressed. He took the rods and began working on the
tailfin.
“What can I do?” Dagur asked, looking a little lost being next to the two elder
chiefs, a Nightfury and the boy he had been hunting down for the last month and
a half when there was a battle raging just outside with his name on it.
“I’m pretty sure there are some Romans you can kill,” Alvin said off handedly
as he went back to bundling up Hiccup’s belongings.
That cheered the Berserker up. He moved around Toothless at a respectful
distance, still surprised by the fact that this dragon belonged to Hiccup of
all people and then leapt over the balcony with no fear of the height and
rejoined the battle with a deranged laugh, feeling alive and free as he swung
his axe and took on any who dare oppose him.
Gobber gave a low whistle. “Remind me not to go up against that boy if we ever
go to war,” he said to Stoick as he hobbled back inside. He signed for
Toothless to follow him as he went to help Hiccup. The rods were nearly in
place. It wasn’t the best piece of work; surely not as strong as Toothless’s
traditional rigging but it would have to do. With luck it would be enough to
get them to the ocean or at least far enough that the consul men wouldn’t be
able to catch up for a day or two. “This isn’t going to be easy to fly,” he
informed Hiccup, noticing there were no straps for the boy’s feet making
controlling the tailfin next to impossible.
“I’ll have to do it like the first fin,” Hiccup answered, glancing up. “By
hand. It’s the only way Tooth can fly.”
“Lad, you should fly with your father. Hookfang can carry Toothless. All we
need is to put a few miles between us and the soldiers then Tooth can run. He’s
just as fast on the ground as he is the air.”
The boy only shook his head and began putting the silk harness on the
Nightfury.
“Hiccup, we need to leave now,” Stoick said, not willing to wait any longer for
the rigging to be put on Toothless. “We’ll go north to peaceable country and
build him a proper harness. Right now the most important thing is getting you
to safety.”
“I’m safe with Toothless,” the boy argued, fastening the straps with Gobber’s
help.
Stoick was about to argue the point and remind him that it that were true they
wouldn’t be in the situation they were in now but he knew that determined look
on his son’s face and that arguing would be useless. The boy rarely listened.
His was as stubborn and bullheaded as they came and it was one of the few
things they had in common. Instead Stoick sighed and quickly took stock of the
large room they were in and the mounting selection of stuff that his son had
acquired during his stay in Rome. Alvin already had two large bags packed and
slung over his shoulder and Stoick could only wonder what his son had collected
on this unexpected journey. But his curiosity died when Alvin walked up to
Hiccup and placed a hand on the boy’s shoulder and bent low to talk to him.
“Stoick’s right, boy, we need to leave. Finish quickly,” the Outcast chief told
Hiccup in a fatherly voice that made Stoick growl in rage. How could this man
make Hiccup listen when Stoick couldn’t? And only months ago Hiccup hated and
feared Alvin with such passion that he was willing to go to war against him to
protect Berk and their dragons.
“Yeah, just one more tie and…there, we’re ready,” Hiccup said with a chirp. He
smiled as he stood and dusted his hands off on a pair of white silk pants. He
didn’t look like the Hiccup Stoick knew and loved. The boy mounted his dragon
and tested the rope connected to the tailfin. He frowned slightly then decided
to tie it to his prosthetic leg. “Okay, bud, this is the best I can do. I hope
this works.”
Toothless grumbled and flexed his wings. It was then Stoick noticed the
Nightfury wasn’t looking up to par. He looked tired and a little ill. It must
be the drug that Viggo had mentioned being used to calm him. Whatever the cause
he was not fit to fly.
“Hiccup, no,” Stoick ordered, reaching for his boy but Toothless leapt toward
the balcony before he could be stopped, obviously wanting to fly regardless of
how he felt.
Alvin chuckled. “He get that from you, you know,” he taunted before taking off
after the youth.
Gobber shrugged. “He’s right, you know,” he said with a laugh.
The Outcasts followed and a moment later so did Harold, Stoick and Gobber.
Outside was chaos. The Hooligan riders were battling the Roman riders in the
air and Hiccup immediately went to help them. He did so by instinct alone, his
need to protect his friends controlling his actions even as pain rocked through
his stomach and head, reminding him of the creature inside. But he kept that to
himself. There was no need to worry anyone right now. Later he’d get it dealt
with. How, he wasn’t sure but he knew now was not the time to worry about it.
But the pain only seemed to get worse when his father gave him an order and he
disobeyed.
Wiping his nose he was a little surprised to see a few spots of blood on the
back of his hand. His brows furrowed. He had never had a bleeding nose without
reason before. But he didn’t have time to ponder it. There were enemy dragons
attacking.
These dragons were the ones he had spent the last two weeks training and he
knew them well. While the Romans were able to control them and make them attack
the other riders they refused to attack either Hiccup or Toothless and Hiccup
was able to use that to his advantage. He and Toothless swooped in between the
warring parties and raised his hand. One by one the dragons ceased attacking
and lined up in front of him, each ignoring the Roman soldiers on their backs.
“Sh…there we go,” he said soothingly as Toothless flew closer to the lead
dragon. “You remember us, don’t you? Yeah, you guys like us. Now let’s stop
this silliness, alright. No more fighting.”
The dragons flapped their wings for a few minutes longer before bowing their
heads and landing back in the courtyard much to the protests of their riders.
The Hooligans cheered all around Hiccup and the youth smiled at the thought
that he had been able to stop an all-out battle before too many people got hurt
or killed…well except for the poor souls being hacked down by Dagur. Actually
the courtyard might not have been the best place for the dragons to land at
just that moment. He quickly gestured for them to move away from the Berserker
chieftain and back toward their pens. Thankfully they did as told and were
safely tucked away before Dagur took notice of them.
“Welcome back,” Snotlout called. Hookfang swooped down so that their dragons
were flying side-by-side.
Hiccup looked up in shock before grinning. “What? Being heir too hard for you?”
he asked teasingly and was supposed when his cousin actually admitted to it.
“Yeah, well…you know, too many responsibilities,” Snotlout answered with a
shrug. “Besides, I was getting bored without you to torment.”
“Astrid wouldn’t give you the time of day?”
The older boy rolled his eyes. “I don’t get women. She’d give me the time of
day alright and directions to Valhalla while she was at it, axe in hand.”
Hiccup only laughed. “I told you.”
It felt good joking with Snotlout. He was perhaps the most annoying person in
the world but for Hiccup he couldn’t have been happier to see his only cousin.
And for once Snotlout didn’t scowl at him, he actually looked happy to see him
too.
“So…you want to get lamb after were done here?” Snotlout asked with a hopeful
look.
“Yes!” Hiccup agreed. Lamb actually sounded perfect at that moment.
The other teens flew down with their dragons, all talking at once and Hiccup
was happy if not a little overwhelmed to answer all their questions but there
was a battle still raging below them and they had to put a stop to. And despite
Hiccup being missing for two months the other teens fell back and let him take
the lead as they normally did. This time they shouldn’t have. As Toothless and
Hiccup made their descent a voice yelled out with a command that put them at a
standstill.
“STOP!” the consul ordered from the top of the villa. He glared at Hiccup and
Hiccup glared back. Toothless reared back and prepared to attack, a plasma
blast glowing brightly in the back of his throat. It didn’t frighten the consul
one bit. His gaze never left Hiccup’s. “Come to me.”
That strange pain returned as Hiccup fought the urge to do as he was commanded.
Every part of his being said to do as he was told but his mind fought against
it. His hands pulled into fists as his very being fought with itself. What was
this? Why was it so much stronger? Why did every part of him want to do as the
consul commanded, to bow down and worship the man? His whole body burned and he
was certain the creature inside him was about to tear its way out, maybe rip
out and heart his heart in the process.
“Hiccup?” Astrid called, racing toward him with Stormfly.
Snotlout was a little faster. He reached out for his cousin as Hiccup’s eyes
rolled into the back of his head. “Hiccup!” he yelled but he was too late.
Hiccup toppled over and fell off Toothless. The Nightfury rolled in the air and
tried grabbing his rider but without the use of his tailfin he had little
control and he fell as well with a distressed cry. But Hiccup knew none of
this, all he knew was agony as the dragon inside him began to tear his insides
to shreds and the rush of the wind passing by his ears.
***** Chapter 25 *****
Life As I Knew It 25
Toothless couldn’t reach Hiccup fast enough no matter how much he much try.
There was enough air between where they fell and the ground below to gain the
speed to catch the youth. That didn’t mean he didn’t try nor did it stop him
from firing a blast of plasma at the consul before diving down after his rider,
not caring if he hit is target or not as long as he could somehow save his
Hiccup. There was just no way to gain the needed speed to stop him from hitting
the ground.
He cocked his head in surprise as an axe whipped past his head followed by an
animalistic cry from Dagur and a painful shriek from the consul. The surprise
caused Toothless to flare his wings but no more so than when the Berserker
chief dashed off after the consul.
“HICCUP!” Stoick bellowed from the balcony but he like Toothless was too far
away and could never make it in time.
Thankfully Alvin had already made it to the courtyard and saw what was
happening. He may not be in the best shape but he ran as fast as he could,
managing to get under the youth at the last possible second and catch the boy.
“Hiccup!” he cried out, surprised to see the boy unconscious. The kid had been
through a lot over the last few months but never had Alvin seen him like this,
not even when they fought against each other.
Blood was seeping from Hiccup’s nose and the corners of his eyes and it covered
much of his face. That made no sense since he had not been struck. Perhaps the
dragon’s tail had hit him in the face when they fell but there were no marks to
indicate such a thing. Nonetheless Alvin brushed aside Hiccup’s aside in such
of a mark and almost jumped when Toothless suddenly landed hard next to him. He
wasn’t given any other opportunity to check Hiccup over as the dragon shoved
his head in the way and began doing his own inspection of his rider.
“Alvin, is he alright?” Stoick yelled before leaping off the edge of the
balcony and landing with bent knee.
Pushing Toothless’s head out of the way, Alvin continued checking Hiccup over.
“He’s alive,” he called back. A smile lit his face a moment later when Hiccup
stirred but when he opened his eyes they were not the usual bright emerald
green he had grown accustomed to. They were glazed over and pale, void of life.
It was the same look he had seen in most of the boys and consorts throughout
the villa and even some of the younger guards. “Hiccup? Hiccup, answer me, boy.
Where…” He took a deep breath, feeling a little shaky at the blank look in the
boy’s eyes.
“You can’t ask,” Viggo informed him as he hurried to his side. “You need to
command. He can’t answer or do anything unless ordered.”
“What’s going on?” Stoick demanded, coming up on the other side. “What is wrong
with my son?”
Alvin ignored him. “Hiccup, tell me what happened.”
Like the other words it seemed he could no longer talk and Alvin’s worry only
grew. He didn’t stop Viggo from taking the boy from him and lay him on the
ground. The younger man’s hand roamed over Hiccup’s stomach, feeling around
gently until it stopped just under his ribs. There Alvin noticed an abnormal
lump that oddly enough moved around. “Is that…” he began, looking to Viggo in
horror.
The younger man nodded and unsheathed a thin dagger. “It needs to come out now
before the neurotoxins take full effect. You’re going to need to hold him
down.”
Stoick stormed up to them, his worry turning to rage at no one answering him.
“What is going on? What is wrong with Hiccup?”
“Stoick, please,” Harold said quickly, grabbing the large man and trying to
calm him when he saw what the two Outcasts were up to. “Something’s not right
with your boy. They’re trying to help.”
“Alvin, let him go! Don’t you dare-” Stoick snarled, shoving Harold aside as if
he was nothing more than a child.
Hiccup screamed. Alvin held him down, whispering softly to try and calm him as
Viggo cut into his belly directly below the squirming creature. His back arched
and he tried forcing Alvin off him and for one so small he, like anyone in a
similar situation – had incredible strength when in pain or threatened. Alvin
couldn’t keep him still.
“Stoick!” Alvin snapped. “He’ll just hurt himself more if we don’t keep him
still.”
The Hooligan chief snapped out of his rage and hurriedly grabbed his son’s legs
while Alvin adjusted his grip to hold down Hiccup’s chest and flailing arms.
“It’s alright son,” Stoick said gently, remembering all too well when he and
Spitelout had to hold the youth down when Gobber amputated his left leg. This
was all too familiar.
“Alright, I have it but I can’t get the blasted thing out without doing more
damage,” Viggo announced, his hand cupped around the lump. He looked around,
taking stock of who was around him. His gaze fell on Astrid as he landed her
dragon. “You! Astrid, right?”
Her brows rose in question but her eyes were completely focused on Hiccup.
“Yeah?”
“Show me your hands.”
Confused she came closer and raised her hands for him to inspect. “Okay…”
Viggo looked back down at Hiccup. “You picked a good one, kiddo.” He glanced
back up at Astrid. “Okay, lass, you ever gut a chicken or boar?”
“Yeah…” Astrid answered, a little confused.
“Well this is going to be kind of the same,” Viggo advised with a tiny grin but
it didn’t hide his worry which made Astrid all the more nervous. Nonetheless he
shifted over to give her space. Once she was kneeling next to him he took her
hand in his free one and brought it to where he made the incision. “You’ve got
nice small hands, you know that?” he said, taking to break the tension.
Normally Astrid would punch someone for such a remark but she was too nervous
to even come up with a comeback. She stared at Hiccup’s belly and the bleeding
incision and the strange moving lump. “What do you want me to do?” she asked,
keeping her voice even.
“I need you to reach inside and very carefully pull the dragon out. It’s going
to squirm and might even bite so you need to move quickly. My hands are too
large otherwise I’d do it.” He tried offering her a smile. “Just think of it as
getting to know your boyfriend from the inside.”
“Not funny, Viggo,” Alvin warned.
Astrid opened her mouth to say something but promptly closed it and very slowly
pushed her fingers inside the incision. Her eyes closed as she made a disgusted
face as she pushed her fingers deeper and searched for this thing that was
inside Hiccup. “I don’t think I’m going this right.”
“You’re doing good,” Viggo assured, keeping a close eye on what the girl was
doing. “Can you feel it?”
Astrid nodded as she wrapped her hand around the tiny creature. Its claws were
digging into Hiccup’s guts. She tried giving it a tug but it dug its claws in
even deeper and Hiccup gave a cry and began to thrash. It took all four men to
keep him still as Astrid extracted the nano-dragon from within him. She dropped
it the moment it was free of Hiccup’s body when its tail whipped around with a
stinger on the tip. It sneered at her, its little wings flaring in irritation
at being removed from its host in such a hostile way. But before it could
attack, Toothless brunt it to a crisp then stomped on its remains with a low
snarl.
Astrid smiled up at him and pressed her face to his. “Good Toothless,” she
purred, giggling softly when he licked her cheek.
“What was that thing and why was it in my son?” Stoick demanded, moving up from
Hiccup’s legs to his stomach to check his wound. He sat neck to Gobber
completely lost and feeling a little useless. His boy had been missing two
months, stolen from his by his greatest enemy and now it seemed Alvin and his
men knew Hiccup better than him. “Who put that in him?”
“The consul,” Viggo explained. “It wasn’t in him very long otherwise we never
would have got it out without breaking his ribs.”
Stoick shook his head in confusion. “Why was it in him?”
“It contains a neurotoxin that affects the mind. It would have made Hiccup do
whatever the consul wanted. It’s how he controls his harem and many of his
slaves,” Viggo said quickly. He looked back to the battle still being raged
between the riders and soldiers. “We don’t have a safe place to stitch him up
properly here and he’s already looking enough blood. Alvin, we need to take him
to the healing pools. It’s the only place where the toxic in his system can be
washed away and the incision sealed.”
“What are you talking about?” Stoick countered, completely lost. “I’m taking my
son and leaving.”
Alvin ignored him. “We haven’t tested the pools since we arrived. I don’t know
if Excellinor’s spell is still active.”
“It’s his only chance,” Viggo insisted as he wrapped a cloth around Hiccup’s
stomach and ribs.
“Are either of you listening to me? My son is not staying a moment longer,”
fumed Stoick, lifting Hiccup off the ground and holding him tightly against his
chest as he stood.
Alvin hesitated a moment then stood as well. “Stoick, we don’t have time to
argue this,” he said, his voice challenging and before the Hooligan chief could
say a word right hooked him across the jaw and snatched Hiccup away from him.
Before anyone could say or do anything to stop him he ran toward the back of
the bathhouses where a special room had been set up years earlier by the witch
Excellinor. The waters there were enchanted and used to help heal both physical
wounds and mental. She had served the consul and the consul’s father before him
and the pool had been set up for the later of the two before he began withered
and ill, when he was a great warrior unlike the present consul.
Behind him he heard Stoick’s roar of rage and the cries of surprised and
confused dragon riders and dragons, especially Toothless. He ignored them all
as he kicked open the huge double doors and rushed into the bathhouse and
directly to the healing chamber. He didn’t paused or lower Hiccup gently into
the water. Instead he jumped in feet first and held the boy tightly against him
as they went under. A moment later they popped up to the surface, Alvin
coughing and spitting out water.
Hiccup lay against him like a limp noodle and Alvin feared the worse, that by
removing the nano-dragon they may have stopped Hiccup’s heart. Hiccup was so
much smaller than Viggo when they had to remove one of the creatures from him.
And Viggo had been in bed rest for nearly a week afterward unable to do more
than sit up for short periods of time. Hiccup may be too fragile after all.
Not willing to give up Alvin tilted Hiccup’s head back and pressed his lips to
the boy’s, hoping to breathe life back into him. He heard the others enter the
chamber but gave them no mind, his focus entirely on Hiccup. “Come on, Hiccup.
Don’t you leave me. Not like this. I need you, lad. Toothless needs you. Hell,
even your old man needs you. Come back to me and I’ll give you anything you
want.” He buried his face in the boy’s wet hair and cursed himself for ever
getting the boy involved in this, for bringing Hiccup to Rome when he could
have taken him to a thousand other safer places.
“Promise?” a small voice murmured next to his ear.
“Yes, of course…” Alvin’s head whipped back and he stared at Hiccup in
astonishment.
The boy gave him a tiny smile full of his usual sass. “I’m holding you to
that.” He wrinkled his nose. “You had chocolate! When did you go to the market
without me?”
Surprise clouded Alvin’s face. “What? You just died and all you can think of is
chocolate?”
Hiccup shrugged and gave a sleepy yawn, as if everything that had just happened
was some sort of strange dream. It wasn’t long before he was leaning his head
against Alvin’s as if ready to go back to sleep. But his reprieve was short
lived as Stoick slashed into the water. He looked at his son spellbound then up
at Alvin, a dozen questions on his tongue but kept silent as he reached for his
boy. Alvin let out his breath slowly and gave a nod, handing Hiccup to his
father. Stoick held his child close and stared down at him with uncertain eyes.
The wound to his stomach was now healed leaving only a thin white scar.
Hiccup gazed up at him through heavy eye lids. “Hi, Dad,” he whispered as if
surprised to see him.
Stoick gave him a watery smile. “Hi yourself,” he said, brushing his son’s hair
out of his eyes as if he were just a small babe. “You scared me, son.”
The boy yawned widely. “Sorry.”
His father only laughed and hugged him tight. “No son, I’m sorry. I should have
listened to you. There are times you are so much smarter than I.” When Hiccup
giggled at that he squeezed him a little tighter. “Don’t even say it,” he
warned but there was laughter in his voice. When he finally pulled away he held
Hiccup at arm’s length. “Alright, it’s time we got out of here. Alvin and I
will deal with all this once we’re safely away from here, alright?”
“But…” Hiccup began. He glanced to Alvin who shook his head, silently telling
him to let it go until they were safely away from Rome. “Dad…we need to talk
first, okay? Once we’re away from here but before you talk to Alvin?”
A frown tugged at Stoick’s lips but he agreed. Still holding Hiccup to him he
waded through the water to Gobber and handed his boy up to his friend before
climbing out as well. Alvin followed a moment later, looking a little dejected
and out of place but he perked up when Hiccup mounted Toothless and suddenly
took charge of the situation. “Alright, with have six trained dragons at the
arena. Alvin, I suggest you and your men take them. I was training them for you
anyway.”
“Hiccup…” Stoick sighed in disappointment.
Hiccup only shrugged. “What do you think I’ve been doing while captured?
Anyway, they should be no problem to fly. The Romans did it without any
lessons.”
Alvin didn’t point out that Romans had been training dragons long before Hiccup
was even born. There was no need to bring it up at the moment. He also didn’t
bring up the fact that he had a little issue with heights. “And the other two?”
“Dagur and Harold,” Stoick said as if it was obvious.
Viggo went to double check Hiccup. “I can’t leave…not yet.” He turned to Alvin.
“I have to get my sister and mother. I can’t leave them this time.”
“What about the other boys?” Hiccup asked, feeling the need to free every slave
the consul had.
Viggo looked up at Hiccup and then to Alvin. “Go with your Dad, Hiccup. We’ll
take care of the boys.” He grasped the youth’s hand and smiled up at him. “I’ll
see soon, okay, kiddo?”
“You promise, right?”
Viggo smile only grew and he squeezed the boy’s hand. “Have I ever lied to you?
No? I’m not about to now. Go on. Besides, someone has to keep the old man in
line.” He stepped back and waited as the Hooligans left the bathhouse, mounted
their dragons and took to the air before stepping out.
“You lied to him,” Alvin pointed out, a little surprised by Viggo’s deception
to Hiccup.
“No, I am getting my family out of here but I’m not leaving until the consul is
dead. With luck that will break the hold he has on the other boys. If not and
we can’t remove the nano-dragons then I will put them down as quickly and
painlessly as possible. I don’t want my sister or Hiccup here for that.” He
looked to his chief with pleading eyes. “Please, make sure if something happens
to me she gets to out of here safely.”
Alvin nodded. “Of course, but you won’t be doing it alone. I have a few words I
would like to have with my old friend as well.”
***** Chapter 26 *****
Life As I Knew It 26
Viggo was like a man possessed and it was even hard for Alvin to keep up with
him. Both were intent on ending the consul but Viggo had become even more so.
He had watched many boys suffer during his time as a consort, had seen more
than his fair share die due to abuse and neglect and while it hurt each time it
happened he had never been as attached to any of them as he was with Hiccup. In
only two short months he had come to know the Hooligan heir and think of him as
a close friend, even a little brother of sorts and he felt it his
responsibility to protect the boy as best he could. He had failed. It was one
thing when it was Alvin, he was their leader and his word was law whether Viggo
liked it or not and while Viggo disagreed with Alvin taking Hiccup as a lover
at least it wasn’t exactly forced and Alvin had done his best to be gentle and
caring but the consul…that was another story all together. Viggo blamed himself
for not pushing the issue harder with Alvin, for not forcing him to take Hiccup
somewhere other than Rome. There was a good reason why so many men mutinied
when they learned where they were headed. Many had once been slaves and if not
for the consul Alexander than for another equally and worse master. In the end
Alvin should have known better, after all he was the one who had rescued them
one by one. But for some strange reason Alvin and this consul had become
unlikely friends. Now that friendship was pretty much destroyed and Viggo
couldn’t be happier.
Finding the consul wasn’t hard, he was squealing like a stuffed pig as he held
his bleeding fat gut and backed away from Dagur the Deranged with wide
frightened eyes. Now here was a boy who truly deserved to be feared. There was
a reason for his tribe to be labelled Berserker because the young chieftain was
covered in the blood of his enemies and seemed to revel in it. His bright green
eyes were wild with bloodlust and Viggo took a moment to wonder why Dagur, who
as far as he knew never met the consul, was so set on killing the man. After
all such a death should be carried out by one of the man’s victims not some
random boy.
So Viggo did something that no one in their right mind would ever do and
grabbed the axe handle before Dagur could strike a killing blow. “No,” he said
in a clam voice that he didn’t feel.
Dagur snarled as he raised his crazed eyes and tried yanking the axe back but
Viggo had a firm hold. It wasn’t the first time they had this little tug of
war.
“No,” Viggo said calmly once more which made the consul behind him relax a
little.
That crazed look turned to one of questioning before Dagur finally let go of
the axe as if a strange understanding had passed through them. “But they…” he
began, sounding very young and confused as he glanced toward Alvin with a look
of disgust.
Viggo gave him a gentle smile as he took the weight in his hands. It was a
familiar weight and one that felt good at the time as he turned to face the
consul. “I’ll explain later.”
“Thank you,” the man gushed as he held his hanging stomach. “Thank you, lad.
How can I repay you? Gold? Jewels?”
Viggo flexed his fingers around the wooden shaft of the axe. “You don’t
recognize me, do you?” he asked gently as he tilted his head and stepped
forward. “You made this whole thing about losing me when it was you who gave me
away. And now you want to repay me?” He chuckled and shook his head. “Alright,
stay still.”
The consul stared at him for several long moments before realization came to
him. He didn’t understand the danger at first, he was simply relieved to have
Dagur away from him. “Viggo? Viggo, my boy, you’ve come back to me.”
Viggo shrugged. “In a manner of speaking.”
Then the consul noticed the axe now in Viggo’s hand and the way his fingers
flexed around the hilt, itching to take the man’s head once and for all. “No…
Viggo, it was all a mistake. I loved you, lad. I wanted you. Alvin…Alvin stole
you from me. You were my jewel, my prized consort. You would’ve been richer
than any king! Than Caesar himself! Alvin, Alvin, stop him. I beg you. As your
friend! Please…”
Alvin only glared at him but he was oddly calm as his hand fell on Dagur’s
shoulder to keep him from interfering. “Sorry, old friend, but this is purely
between you and Viggo,” he said just as calmly he steered Dagur away. “Come
along, boy. We have business elsewhere.”
“Alvin! ALVIN!” the consul bellowed from behind them. “Don’t you dare turn your
back on me! I made you!”
“Make it quick, Viggo,” Alvin advised as Dagur grumbled about the two spoiling
his fun and how he still had a bone to pick with Alvin about Hiccup, too.
A blood curdling scream came a moment later followed by the crunching of bone
and something sickly wet. Alvin knew the sound well and didn’t stop to look
back. Consul Alexander was dead and that was all that mattered. A few minutes
later Viggo was back at his side and giving Hiccup a one armed hug much as he
would Hiccup. The two had always been close.
“Alright, let’s see what we can do about the boys and then get my family and
get out of here,” Viggo said, as if talking about what they were having for
dinner.
Alvin only nodded. He wanted to get back to Hiccup as quickly as possible but
now that Stoick had him it meant the end to their relationship. Stoick will
most likely be after his head not only for throwing him in prison and ready for
execution but for taking his son and the boy’s virginity. Things were unlikely
to end well and he would most likely lose Hiccup.
“Somebody better start explaining what you were doing with that bastard to
Hiccup last night,” Dagur demanded with a scowl, his hands balling into fists
since he was denied his favorite axe.
“It’s a long story,” Alvin grumbled, not wanting to go into details.
“Hiccup and Alvin are lovers,” Viggo explained, keeping a firm grip on the
Berserker to keep him from going after Alvin. “The consul abused his friendship
with Alvin to weasel his way into their bed.”
Dagur looked astonished by that little fact and then rather disgusted when he
looked back at Alvin. “Ewe! Forget I asked. That type of detail should be
locked in a bedroom and out of view…forever!”
The elder chief nearly backhanded the younger for saying such a thing but Viggo
only grinned. “Some people like older men and Hiccup happens to be one of
them.”
“Ewe!” Dagur cried again, pulling away and walking in front of the two. “This
is worse than when my father gave me the sex talk before…either way, ewe! I’ll
let Stoick kill you.” A shiver ran through his whole body as he hurried off,
eager to get away from the two older men.
Viggo only chuckled and slapped Alvin’s shoulder. “Crisis adverted…well under
Stoick gets his hands on you,” he teased before rushing off to catch up with
Dagur. “Hey, Dag, you ever ride a dragon before? No, not behead, ride!”
Alvin shook his head. How was it he was always stuck with the kids in every
tribe and where were Magnus and Olaf when he needed them? It was as if the
moment Dagur showed up they took off. Sighing, he headed back to Hiccup’s
chambers. There were a few things he left there that he was sure Hiccup might
want and if he was going to die then he might as well do so with a clear
conscious. Maybe he would get to see Hiccup smile one last time before Stoick
delivered the final blow. Never in his wildest imagination would he have though
he’d become so attached to the young dragon trainer. He really had come to care
for the boy more than anyone else with the only exception being Viggo. Gods,
how could he ever explain that one to Stoick without being killed on the spot?
. . .
The riders landed at the abandoned camp. For Hiccup it felt a little odd flying
after so long being denied the right to but as soon as he and Toothless were in
the air he knew that makeshift silk harness wasn’t going to work. It was strong
but the prosthetic tailfin wasn’t thick enough and flapped around far too much
in the wind which made controlling it very hard and tiring. Both he and
Toothless were relieved when they finally touched the ground.
“It’s okay, bud. I’ll find a way to reinforce it and then we can try going
further,” Hiccup began as he rubbed Toothless’s head. “Maybe we can find some
leather in the next town and – oomph!”
He gasped when he was suddenly lifted right off his feet and into a tight,
almost crushing, hug. Stoick the Vast held him against his shoulder, his arms
wrapped tightly around his son’s small form. “Oh son,” he whispered, his head
pressed against Hiccup’s. “I’m so sorry, lad. I never should have grounded you
and Toothless. I should have listened.”
Hiccup hugged him back, a little startled by who touchy feeling his usually
aloft father was. “It’s okay, Dad. You already told me how sorry you were. It’s
my fault. I should have listened. If we stayed on Berk Alvin never would have
captured us and…well…” He didn’t want to say anymore and it seemed that he
didn’t need to.
Stoick set his son on the ground and began checking him over. He pulled down
the sleeves and checked Hiccup’s arms, running his large fingers over any
unusual blemish and eyeing them carefully before asking Gobber for his opinion.
Then he lifted the tunic to check his stomach, chest and back. At this point
Hiccup became self-conscious and tried pulling the tunic back down and slap
away questing fingers and he looked about anxiously at his friends who watched
with great interest and curiosity.
“Did he touch you? Did he hurt you?” Stoick demanded, his booming voice unable
to hide his anxiety.
“Dad!” Hiccup cried, trying to stop him before he decided to pull down his
trousers and check his rear and legs which were no doubt bruised after the
threesome from the night before and then the rape only a few hours ago. “Not
here. You’re embarrassing me.”
His father was like any other father and the worry for his child outweighed any
sense of sparing his son’s sense of decency and if it weren’t for Gobber he
would have continued checking his son over. He glanced at his friend with a
perplexed look, not sure why he was stopped until Gobber gestured to the other
teens who watched with open curiosity.
“Find some place more private,” Gobber advised in a low whisper. “There are
some things the lad might not want the others seeing.”
“Exactly,” Hiccup threw in as he stepped back and straightened his clothing. He
glanced from his bare foot to his father heavy fur boots as if just noticing
how out of sorts he must look. Indeed he didn’t really resemble a Viking much
at all in his new attire.
“What did he do to you?” Stoick managed to ask in a more calm and less booming
voice. He reached out to place his hand on Hiccup shoulder, to assure him that
none of it was his fault but the boy stepped back and looked at his feet
nervously. The toes of his good foot dug into the soil, an obvious sign he was
guilty of something. “Hiccup, none of this was your fault, son. You can tell us
what happened.”
The boy glanced up and then to the other kids, more specifically, Astrid who
took a step toward him as if to comfort him. “It’s not that. I mean he didn’t
hurt me,” Hiccup said quickly, looking up at his father. “I guess you could say
it was sort of an exchange of information type deal?”
Slowly, Stoick tilted his head to one side to study his boy who was still
fidgeting far more than usual when he was in trouble. “Meaning?”
Hiccup looked at his fake foot this time before shrugging.
“Stoick, this might be a better conversation left for home,” Gobber suggested
once more. “The lad’s been through a lot and judging by his state when we found
him…”
The Hooligan chief pushed him aside and advanced on his son. “Were you training
dragons for him?” he asked, his voice now harsh and demanding, a voice not even
Hiccup would dare defy…except Hiccup was Hiccup and defying people was more or
less a hobby for him.
“Not exactly,” his heir answered not looking up.
“Not exactly? Were you training them for the Romans?”
“No…”
“Then what were you doing for this exchange of information?”
Those toes dug into the soil a little deeper. “Would you believe just playing
fetch? The Romans already had them trained but because some were born deformed
and not what they thought of as perfect they were going to kill them so Alvin
offered to take them if I trained them.” He shrugged. “So I just played with
them and made Alvin think I was training them. They’re really quite harmless
and just needed a little attention.”
Stoick stared at him in open shock. “You spent all this time playing with
dragons rather than trying to escape?”
“I…”
But his father would have none of it. “And what did you get in exchange? Let me
guess; that he’d spare Berk. Hiccup, he’s a treacherous, no good fiend and the
moment he got what he wanted he would have turned those dragons against us.
Against you.”
“I know, but Toothless was hurt. We could fly back if we tried and by the time
he was healed his saddle and rigging were stripped from him and we couldn’t
escape. And…and…well he’s not as bad as I thought, at least once you get past
all the gruffness and arrogance. He was kind to me.”
Stoick bristled at this. “Kind? Hiccup…”
“Stoick enough,” Gobber interjected, stepping in between his best friend and
the boy he thought of as his own son. He waited for Stoick to calm down before
turning to Hiccup. “We’re all happy you’re safe, lad. It’s just your father and
Alvin have history and Alvin sort of implied that you and he were…” He dropped
his voice to a whisper. “…relations.”
“Oh…ah…well…” Hiccup flushed bright scarlet and began playing with his fingers.
Another sure sign he was guilty of something. “You see, I’m not quite sure how
to phrase that one.”
“Yes or no,” Stoick said slowly as if talking to a particularly dim child.
“Well…I suppose that would depend on your meaning of relations. Are we
dating…no.”
“Hiccup…”
“Maybe?”
“Oy, this may take a while,” Gobber muttered, rolling his eyes. “Alright, let’s
set up watch. Some of these Romans have dragons and now so do some of the
Outcasts and Berserkers and we don’t know which side the lot of them are on.”
He waved to the riders and directed them toward the rock cropping that would
serve as a look out while Stoick tried to figure out what to do next.
Hiccup watched them go before sighing and looking up at his father with sad,
sorrowful eyes. “I’m sorry,” he said again, not sure if he was apologizing for
running away, getting caught, or indeed having relations with Alvin the
Treacherous that he never wanted to admit to, because truth be told; he wasn’t
sure if he would let the man touch him again or not. His mind was sort of a
jumble with everything that had happened in the last twenty-four hours that he
was no longer sure what was real and what wasn’t only that he should be in
considerably more pain than he was and that somehow Alvin and Viggo had saved
his life and removed a very dangerous and deadly nano-dragon from within him.
Stoick gave a resigned sigh as he enveloped his son in a hug, moving quick
enough that the boy couldn’t squirm away. “Just tell me if he hurt you. I don’t
care about the details.”
The youth placed his head against his father’s mighty chest and let his breath
out slowly. “No, he didn’t hurt me. Not on purpose and not physically.” Okay,
the last part was a bit of a lie because, wow, when they first began having sex
did it ever hurt but Hiccup was not about to tell his Dad that little tidbit of
information that was best never spoken.
His father squeezed him a little tighter before resting his chin on his head.
“Alright, then I’ll only kill him for kidnapping you.”
Hiccup couldn’t help but chuckle. “Can’t kill him for me running away and being
stupid enough to get captured otherwise you have to kill me.”
“Nah, I like you too much,” Stoick scoffed making his son jerk back in
surprise. “What?” he asked, concerned by the shock expression on the boy’s
face.
Hiccup stared up at him for a heartbeat or two before smiling softly and
pressing his face back against his father’s chest. “I like you too, Dad.” Then
as an afterthought. “But no killing Alvin or Viggo. Or Dagur, I guess. What in
Valhalla is Dagur doing here?”
It was Stoick’s turn to look guilty. “That may be my fault. I was afraid he may
have captured you and Toothless so I sort of let it slip that we do train
dragons. And that you ride a Nightfury.”
The boy wanted to laugh. After all the times he had been told to keep the
dragons a secret or hidden here his own father a spilled the beans to a
neighboring tribe that they had an unsteady peace with. Yep, that was about a
brilliant as when him flying off with Toothless and getting caught by Outcasts.
That always ended happily. “Well I guess we both filled our dumb moves quota
for the year,” he joked, unsure how else to respond to that. “But why would
Dagur come here rather than trying to take Berk?” he wondered aloud. To this
his father could only shrug.
Of course he didn’t have to wait long for an answer. Tuffnut gave the first
yell of approaching dragon riders and it was echoed down through the teams
until Gobber bellowed the warning to Stoick. While the teens rushed for their
dragons, intent on taking down any hostiles before they could reach the camp
and Hiccup, Stoick pushed his boy behind him and drew his sword. Nonetheless
Hiccup peered around his bulk, hopeful that Alvin and Viggo had made it out of
the villa alive and in one peace. His heart began to race the closer and closer
the dragons got and even more so when rather than firing upon the newcomers the
teens ended up escorting them the rest of the way to the camp, although it was
obvious that these new riders had never ridden anything more than a horse with
how unsteady they were and the way the dragons had to shift their weight to
compensate their riders.
The first to land was Viggo with his little sister sitting in front of him and
Hiccup instantly darted out from behind Stoick to greet them. “Viggo!
Nephthys!” he called as Gobber helped the little girl down from the dragon’s
back. The girl gave him a hug around the waist that was quickly followed by a
much bigger hug from her brother a moment later.
“Told you we wouldn’t be long, kiddo,” Viggo chirped before ruffling Hiccup’s
hair. “And the big guy and crazy teen are right behind us.”
“I heard that!” Dagur yelled as he struggled to get off his dragon without
upsetting it, looking far from the fearful warrior and chieftain he was
supposed to be. Hiccup only grinned as the Berserker tripped over a funny
looking reign and fell flat on his ass with an indigent scowl plastered on his
face.
Viggo kept his chuckles to a minimum.
But it wasn’t his new friends or even Dagur the Deranged who caught Hiccup’s
attention next, it was Alvin as his dragon came to a standstill. Hiccup was
pretty sure he had never seen that shade of green before and before anyone
could stop him he went to dragon and rider and took the reins from Alvin before
the man could be sick. The Outcast chief stumbled off the dragon that was far
too small for him to begin with – who did Dagur get the largest of the three
dragons when he was clearly the smallest of the five men and had no addition
riders like Viggo – and caught himself before he fell. He blinked a few times
to straighten his vision before gazing down at Hiccup with a lopsided smile.
“I see you had time to hit up the wine cellar,” Hiccup accused with a
disapproving frown.
Alvin shook his head. “I should have mentioned I have a small issue with
animals I can’t control,” he said off handedly as if it was something everyone
should know.
Hiccup’s eyes widened in surprise. “Oh, well that explains a lot actually.”
There was a moment of silence before Hiccup finally gave up any pretenses and
threw himself in Alvin’s arms and hugged him as tightly as he could. “I was
starting to worry you weren’t coming.”
The man only hugged him back. “I would never leave you, lad. Never again. I
should never have brought you here in the first place.” He rubbed his cheek
over the boy’s head and held him close much as Stoick had only minutes earlier.
“Next time I have you train dragons it will be on Outcast Island where I know
you’re safe.”
Hiccup only tugged him a little tighter. Had they been on Outcast Island it was
unlikely they would have become friends let alone lovers but it was the
sentiment that counted so Hiccup let it go. At least he tried. Stoick on the
other hand was not about to.
***** Chapter 27 *****
Life As I Knew It 27
The closest ship as far as anyone knew was the Berserker one off the shores of
Rome and awaiting Dagur and his men’s return. The Outcast ship was supposed to
be on its way back to Outcast Island and had at least a two week head start. At
first that was how they would part ways, the Berserkers returning to their own
ship while the Hooligans and Outcasts headed north and eventually their own
lands. That was the plan but it was quickly changed when Hiccup pointed out
that Toothless’s tailfin needed to be changed or they would have to make a lot
of stops until he could get his hands on some leather to build it properly. He
also noticed that Alvin wasn’t exactly happy with that plan either, still far
too new to riding dragons to handle such a long trip on the back of one for too
long.
“Why not regroup on our flag ship?” Harold offered, surprising everyone,
especially Dagur.
“What? Excuse me, ‘our’ ship. Its mine and I’ll decide who can and cannot
regroup on my ship,” Dagur sneered, his eyes narrowed at his uncle for making
such an offer without even talking to him first. He looked over the rather
large number of people that his uncle was proposing to board his ship. Thirteen
people were an awful lot to take on his ship. There wasn’t really enough space
even if they took shifts riding their…dragons.
He blinked, the bloodlust gone and stared at the dragons all around him, all
with saddles. He had found the first time when Stoick came to his island a
little overwhelming but now with the riders all on the ground and dragons
milling about doing their own thing it was a little spellbinding, especially
the way the Nightfury was rubbing up against Hiccup like some overgrown cat
wanting attention and worrying over him as if it was his mother or something.
And Hiccup was just as bad for fawning attention over the black beast.
“Yeah, sure,” he finally said, mesmerize by how Hiccup and the Nightfury moved
together as if one being.
The young heir looked up in surprise.
Dagur shrugged as if it was nothing. “Besides, I got word that my men caught a
really big Outcast ship day before yesterday,” he said off handedly.
“What?” Alvin demanded, stepping away from Hiccup much to Dagur’s relief.
“Don’t get your skivvies in a bunch,” Dagur said, rolling his eyes in
annoyance. “They’re still alive and your ship’s still in one piece. It’ll make
a nice addition to my armada. Maybe my new flagship?”
“Now look here, you little…” Alvin started as he stomped toward the young
chief.
Dagur only smiled sweetly up at him as if this was nothing unusual and engaged
him in what he thought was a sound argument while everyone else watched in
astonishment. The two chieftains were obviously itching for a fight but for two
completely different reasons. It took Viggo and Harold to break them up and two
strong men from either tribe to pull them apart. But it was a distraction well
needed and kept Stoick from questioning Alvin.
Hiccup watched the two chiefs for a few minutes before letting out a large yawn
that he couldn’t cover up. Now that the adrenaline of escaping the consul was
over the stress on his body and mind were taking their toll and all he wanted
was to curl up in bed and go to sleep. Sadly he no longer had his bed at the
villa and whether or not the Berserkers actually had Alvin’s flag ship was up
for debate. Whatever the case he was tired now and really needed some sleep.
“How about we just go to Dagur’s ship and then work things out,” he said, which
honestly sounded odd coming from him since Dagur was one of the last people he
would ever usually count on. The other teens looked at him in shock.
“Cool,” Snotlout sudden sad, surprising the others further. “Alright, let’s
mount up.”
Fishlegs and Astrid exchanged a look. “I thought Hiccup would be back in
charge,” Fishlegs whispered.
Astrid studied Hiccup for a moment then shook her head. “Not for a while at
least.” She hesitated. She wanted to go to him, to comfort him and remind him
that he was loved but he seemed to be keeping his distance from everyone. She
would have to wait and hope to get a private moment with him later.
The flight to the Berserker ship was uneventful and Dagur was telling the
truth. Alvin’s beloved flag ship was tied to Dagur’s. The young Berserker
crowed happily and teased Alvin endlessly that the galleon was now his and
began making a list of new things needed to make it a Berserker vessel. Alvin
was not amused but Hiccup was extremely happy to see the huge ship that he had
lived on for nearly six weeks. Toothless landed on it rather than the Berserker
ship much to the Hooligans and Berserkers’ surprise.
“That means it’s still mine,” Alvin growled at Dagur as he leapt off his
dragon’s back to land on the deck a few feet from Toothless and Hiccup. “Raise
anchor!” he ordered his crew. He took a sword from the nearest man and cut the
ropes tying the two ships together.
“Hey!” Dagur yelled, jumping off his dragon to confront Alvin. “This is my ship
now!” He pulled out his axe and stepped up to the Outcast chief, ready to
finally take his life – after all they still had that little matter about the
old man fucking Hiccup along with that consul person. It was time to end the
sick bastard’s life and take his beloved ship and man it his own.
“ENOUGH!” Hiccup snapped in his loudest voice, surprising everyone. “It’s
Alvin’s ship and if you two idiots want to fight over it do me a favor and wait
until after I go to sleep. I’ll find out the results in the morning.” And with
that he threw open the doors to Alvin’s cabin and stormed inside, too tired to
care if Alvin or anyone followed him inside. He went straight to Alvin’s
oversize bed and plopped down on it. He was asleep before his head even touched
the pillow. Toothless made himself comfortable on the floor next to the bed and
watched over his boy, not willing to let anyone hurt Hiccup again.
Thornado landed on the galleon as well and Stoick hurried to see where Hiccup
had gone, ignoring the other two chiefs as they had a glaring contest. “Where
did Hiccup go?” he demanded as he looked around.
“To bed,” Alvin answered before his eyes widened as he realized what he had
said and how they could be misinterpreted but it was too late, Stoick was
already pushing the door to the cabin open. He glanced at his men and began
ordering them to set up cots and hammocks for the Hooligans for the night. They
would worry about sleeping arrangements for the rest of the trip back to the
Archipelago in the morning. Right now they needed to get out of Roman territory
before a Roman Legion was sent after them. “Let’s meet up with your armada and
head home,” he told Dagur in a tired voice. He looked the youth over. “And take
a bath before you scare the dragons.”
Shocked, Dagur only stared at him before looking at himself. “What?” he asked,
not seeing what was wrong with a little blood – if you counted being covered
head to toe in blood a little.
Viggo only raised a brow as he directed his sister to the crew quarters to put
her to bed. None of the crew would be sleeping for many hours yet so he wasn’t
afraid for her safety. Besides, it was going to be a long night before they
were in safe waters or at least until they reached the Berserker armada.
Seeing as Stoick had gone after Hiccup again Gobber took charge of the Hooligan
riders and pretty much took over the Outcast ship considering they had dragons
and well the Outcasts were a little out gunned. Alvin didn’t seem to care less.
His focus was on his cabin and the two Hooligans inside.
. . .
Stoick took a deep shaky breath as he walked toward the large bed that Hiccup
was curled up on as if he belonged there. There, in the bed of his enemy. Just
the very sight of it made Stoick’s blood boil but with a great amount of will
power he held his anger in check and sat on the edge on the bed next to
Toothless. The dragon crooned softly before placing his large head on the man’s
lap. Stoick stroked his head lovingly.
“You tried,” he told the Nightfury gently, not blaming Toothless for what
happened to Hiccup. He should have listened to his son rather than being so
pigheaded and thinking his way was right all the time. Hiccup had proven
himself over and over again and yet he still treated the boy as a child. Hiccup
was a young man now and soon he would be all grown up and doing his own thing,
finding love his own way and maybe that would be with another man or – with
luck – a woman like Astrid who would give him strong children.
“Dad?” a small sleepy voice asked, startling Stoick out of his thoughts.
“Yes, son?”
Tired green orbs peered up at him from long lashes. “Can you sleep with me?”
It was a strange request, one Hiccup hadn’t asked since he was very little and
afraid of the dark and dragons. But after searching for his boy for so long it
was not a request he could deny. He patted Hiccup’s bad leg. The boy was
already asleep again. Removing his boots, Stoick grabbed a thin blanket, laid
down next to his son and covered them both. He wrapped an arm around Hiccup and
smiled when the youth snuggled next to him. It had been a long time since they
slept like this and Stoick couldn’t help but hum softly and stroke his child’s
hair in gentle, soothing motions.
“I love you, Dad,” Hiccup murmured in his sleep.
“I love you, too, Hiccup,” Stoick returned, kissing his boy’s brow. “Now go to
sleep.”
“You’ll be here when I wake up?”
“Of course, son. I’ll be right here when you wake up. Nothing short of a Roman
legion will drag me away from you,” he promised, tucking Hiccup against him and
rubbing his back reassuringly. “I’m not going anywhere.”
Hiccup snuggled a little closer and whatever he said next was muffled between
his father’s vast beard. He was out like a light again and this time it was for
the rest of the night with his father and best friend protecting him.
Toothless mewed softly and tried climbing into bed as well but it was already
full with father and son so he laid his upper half over both their legs and
rested his head on Stoick’s hip much to the man’s displeasure. Nonetheless
Stoick reached down and petted his head in the same soothing manner he had
rubbed his son’s back.
“Yes, I missed you, too,” he assured before hugging Hiccup once more.
It took hours before Stoick allowed himself to relax enough to doze off. The
bed was softer than he was used to but more than large enough to accommodate
him and Hiccup comfortably even with half of Toothless’s body on them. It was
the sound of Hiccup’s steady breathing and his long thin fingers curling into
Stoick’s beard that finally proved the boy was okay – or at least on the road
to recovery – that made the man relax enough to fall asleep, his chin resting
on the top of his boy’s head. A grin pulled at his lips when not only Hiccup
began snoring but also Toothless as if in sync. The two was weird that way but
after over a year of the two being together as they were it was oddly calming
and Stoick was able to sleep peacefully through it. Of course his snores often
overshadowed theirs.
It was sometime later that it felt he was no longer alone with his boys. One
arm tightened around Hiccup, pulling him closer to his just while the other
pressed a little more firmly on Toothless’s head, making sure the dragon was
still there and safe before wrapping it around Hiccup as well. His eyes opened
slowly, sensing that whoever was in the room was incredibly close. The first
thing he saw was a large hand rest on the back on Hiccup’s head not far from
where Stoick was holding the boy. It took all Stoick’s will power not to jump
and rip that hand away from his son but it was dark and he needed to access the
situation a little more before making a move. He scanned what he could see
before him. There was no glint of a weapon which was a small relief but meant
little. There were other ways to kill a man in his sleep.
“Get your hands off my son,” he growled lowly, glancing up the large body to
the familiar face of his rival.
Alvin looked away from Hiccup to meet Stoick’s gaze. There was a look in his
eyes that Stoick had not seen in a long time, a look of self-loathing and guilt
and admiration all weaved together. It gave Stoick pause and he searched the
other man’s eyes. This was not the same man he had met in battle. This was not
like the last time Alvin stole Hiccup. Something had happened in the last two
months. Something had changed.
“I never planned this,” Alvin whispered, his hand never moving from Hiccup’s
head. “He was supposed to be my dragon trainer, nothing more. I only brought
him to Rome to keep you from finding him. I should have known you’d find a
way.”
Stoick said nothing, he just watched Alvin, ever suspicious of what the other
man might be up to. But Alvin surprised him at the way he looked down at Hiccup
almost lovingly.
“I wasn’t expecting to become so attached. He has a strange way of wiggling
into people’s hearts when given enough time and freedom. He’s very special,”
the Outcast chief continued, running his fingers through Hiccup’s hair. “He
pretty much took possession of this room…and the crow’s nest.”
“Did you touch him?” Stoick asked. He had to know. He had to know just what
Alvin had done to his boy. He had to know whether or not Alvin had defiled his
son along with that consul. “Did you…defile him?”
Alvin’s eyes shot from Hiccup to Stoick and his jaw set, that arrogant look
returning. “I did nothing he didn’t ask me to,” he answered, his voice no
longer a whisper. “My only guilt is that I brought him to someone I thought was
a friend who ended up abusing him and my friendship.”
“You sold my boy into slavery,” Stoick accused, his anger growing once more at
the man’s self-righteousness. “You gave him to a monster who planted
that…thing,” He didn’t want to say dragon knowing how much Hiccup normally
loved the creatures regardless of species. “in him. I’m not a fool, Alvin. I
know that man raped him. I saw the bruises and I also know you. You wouldn’t
think twice of abusing someone to get what you want.”
A low growl came from deep in Alvin’s throat that woke up Toothless who growled
back until he realized it was only Alvin and went back to sleep. Alvin glanced
down at him then patted a wing covering Hiccup. This surprised Stoick.
Toothless was exceptionally protective of Hiccup and would never let anyone he
deemed dangerous near the boy, especially Alvin the Treacherous yet here he
was, letting the Outcast pat him as if they were friends while Hiccup and
Stoick lay pretty much defenseless on the man’s bed.
“If I hurt him why would he and his dragon turn to me for comfort,” Alvin
replied. He gave Hiccup one last forlorn look before turning away. “I want my
quarters back in the morning. Hiccup and Toothless are welcome to stay if they
wish.” Without another word he left his chambers and returned to commanding his
crew on deck.
Stoick would have gone after him expect Toothless decided to climb a little
further onto the bed therefore putting more weight on Stoick’s legs and
effectively pinning him where he was. The man groaned and rolled his eyes. For
whatever reason, Toothless was keeping him from giving Alvin a sound beating.
It made no sense and if he weren’t pinned he would go after Alvin but for now
he would have to trust Toothless and wait. Besides, he had promised Hiccup he
would there when he woke up. So he tried to rest and ignore the tightness in
his chest and the rage boiling within at the very thought of Alvin touching his
boy. But what worried him more is what Alvin said; that he did nothing Hiccup
didn’t ask him to. Alvin had to be lying. Hiccup hated and feared Alvin, even
if he did seem to worry about him earlier. There was no way the boy would ever
turn to someone like Alvin for anything let alone…
Nope, he wasn’t going there. He was not allowing thoughts of Hiccup and Alvin
doing anything sexual enter his mind. Hiccup was too young and Alvin was a
monster. Everything Alvin said was just to rile him up and miscalculate his
actions. Hiccup was a lot of things but he wasn’t foolish enough to allow
someone like Alvin to touch him. He was smarter than that. At least he hoped.
Sometimes Hiccup’s judgment could be questionable and that question kept Stoick
up for the rest of the night.
***** Chapter 28 *****
Life As I Knew It 28
Finding the armada was easy enough and there were no surprise attacks from the
Romans during the night. Viggo attributed it to the consul not being very well
liked in the public eye or even the council and that many wouldn’t care. Hiccup
only half listened, his concern more on what was going to happen to Alvin now
that they were free. Stoick was being as overprotective as ever and keeping
Hiccup tucked at his side with Toothless standing guard on his other side.
Dagur was no better. He kept trying to stand between Hiccup and Alvin,
obscuring their view of each other for some odd reason which annoyed the
younger boy even more than his father was. Gobber would only grin at Hiccup
whenever the youth became antsy and tried escaping his father and dragon but
that first few days there was no way Stoick would let Hiccup out of his sight
for more than a handful of minutes.
To save fights Alvin and Stoick slept at different times. Alvin usually went to
bed shortly after Stoick and Hiccup awoke in the morning and then would wake
sometime in the afternoon and go about his duties while Stoick tended to the
teens and made sure they all took turns monitoring the skies for any possible
Roman attack. All the riders took turns, all but Hiccup that is. He was stuck
watching them longingly from the deck as his father paced back and forth,
sometimes negotiating with Dagur over a new peace treaty while debating with
Gobber what to do about Alvin. It got worse whenever Alvin tried talking to
Stoick. Then things just deteriorated into an endless argument when Hiccup was
sure someone was going to pull out a weapon and he was often pushed to the side
or behind one of them.
After the fourth day Hiccup had enough. He had tried talking to his father,
tried talking to Gobber, Viggo and even Alvin – although he never got more than
the man’s name out before he was dragged away by either Stoick or Gobber or one
of his friends – but no one seemed to care what he thought or how much all the
tension was getting to him. In a lot of ways it was the same as when he was
first captured, that same tension that made his chest tight and his stomach
sick and he simply couldn’t deal with it anymore. So the moment he was alone he
did as he did those first few weeks and made the treacherous climb up the main
mast. It was a little harder than before, the wind was strong and whipped at
his face and hands but he made the climb nonetheless, needing to feel the wind
in his hair and get away from all the tension of the world below.
He clambered into the crow’s nest and leaned his head against the wooden wall.
It was quiet here, the only sound being the wind and cries of nearby birds and
dragons flying about. It was nice after listening to everyone arguing over him
for so long. A familiar scratching and thump signaled Toothless’s arrival.
Hiccup closed his eyes and smiled as he reached up to scratch his best friend’s
head. “They got to you, too, or did you come up to protect me, hey bud?”
The ebony dragon only crooned softly and laid his head inside the crow’s nest
to comfort his distraught rider.
Hiccup ran his hand up and down Toothless’s head, humming softly to himself as
he tried to relax. So much had happened in such a short time that none of it
seemed real. The two weeks at the villa seemed to be a distant memory now and
what the consul had done to him, the nano-dragon that had been in him and the
healing pools didn’t seem real. None of it seemed real anymore. He pressed his
hand to his belly, wandering what happened to it. Viggo had said it was removed
but he didn’t remember how only searing pain and falling. After that it was the
smell of chocolate and Alvin holding him up in a large pool he was told was
used for healing. Viggo had brought an entire jar of that healing water back
with him when he freed his sister. His mother and the harem of boys had fled
east with plans of travelling all the way to Egypt if need be but his sister
would be going all the way to the Archipelago with Viggo.
“There you are,” a soft voice said from Hiccup’s right, making the boy jump in
surprise.
“As…Astrid?” he asked before nearly smacking himself in the head for sounding
so pathetic. “Hi…hi, Astrid. I said that already. Hi.”
She smiled as she jumped down from Stormfly onto the beam and walked across it
with no difficulty. A moment later she jumped into the crow’s nest and sat down
across from Hiccup, looking as nervous as Hiccup felt. “Yeah, you said that,
too,” she teased before glancing down at her hands. “Hi.”
Silence followed and for a while they simply sat there in comfortable silence
as their dragons perched above them, greeting each other and nuzzling as
they’ve been doing since being reunited. Hiccup worried his lower lip as he
tried to think of what to say to his on again off again girlfriend.
“What happened to you?” Astrid finally asked, surprising Hiccup.
Hiccup had thought she might say something like “I missed you” or “I love you”
but no, in typical Astrid fashion she just got to the point, all pleasantries
thrown aside. He frowned in disappointment and played with his pant leg with a
shrug. “You heard the story.”
She nodded. “Yeah, I heard the story now I want to hear the truth. Why did you
run off?”
He glanced up at her, momentarily mesmerized by her beautiful blue eyes.
“I…Toothless and I needed to get out of there. We couldn’t be grounded like
that. Dad wouldn’t listen to me and you guys just kept on me and…well just
needed a break. Getting captured wasn’t part of the plan.”
“Well I guess not but why didn’t you try escaping. Come on, Hiccup. You’re the
smartest guy I know. The two of you should have been able to break free with no
trouble.”
Hiccup tilted his head to one side with a yeah right look.
“You did it before,” she pointed out.
“Yeah, but Toothless didn’t have a broken wing or two broken ribs. Astrid, I
didn’t know if I could even heal him and Alvin was going to kill him. I
promised to train dragons so he’d spare Toothless and…well…then he took our
saddle and the rigging and threw it away to make sure we couldn’t escape,” he
tried to explain, feeling very unsure of himself. He could have stolen a row
boat and gone to the nearest island but by then things were already changing
between him and Alvin. “He’s not really as bad as he seems.”
“Who?”
Silence filled the space for another moment or two then Hiccup said in a voice
just above a whisper. “Alvin. There’s more to him than this whole conquering
Berk thing he’s got going. I mean, yeah he was scary as hell at first and all
demanding and ordering. Hell, he had us tied up for two days and then confined
to the hold most of the first week but then we pretty much had free reign. We
hung out up here most of the time.”
The girl didn’t look overly convinced. “So what’s this exchange of information
thing you told your dad about?”
Hiccup blushed. “Oh, well that’s a little more complicated. Uh…well, I taught
him a bit about dragons…”
“Hiccup!”
“Only how to keep them happy and play with them,” he assured, remembering the
Outcasts amusement at seeing Toothless and a few Terrible Terrors chase after a
beam of light he reflected off a knife and how Toothless would help catch fish
my blasting the water. “Nothing that can be used against us. And Alvin…” He
hesitated. “He taught me how to play poker and win. And he let me read his maps
and journals and showed me how to captain the ship. It was kind of cool.”
“Cool?” she breathed, her eyes wide and disbelieving.
“What’s cool?” Snotlout asked, jumping into the crow’s nest as well. He sat
next to Hiccup, which was rather odd, and elbowed him playfully. “My daring
plan to travel halfway across the known world to save Hiccup? That was pretty
cool, wasn’t it?”
Astrid rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest.
With everything that had been happening since being rescued Hiccup hadn’t had a
chance to really talk to the teens about how they ended up in Rome or why, he
had only assumed they were there because of his father, either ordered to help
search of Hiccup or to rescue him and Gobber. The idea that his cousin was the
one behind the idea of the rider searching for him never occurred to Hiccup.
“Wait, it was your idea to come after me?” he asked his cousin in bewilderment.
Snotlout puffed out his chest. “Yep. And we did it against my father’s wishes.
I bet he’s pissed but not nearly as much as your mom,” he chuckled as he
glanced at Astrid. “She got grounded for trying to search for you after Stoick
and Gobber took off.”
Hiccup pinched the bridge of his nose. “Why? I mean with me gone and Dad off
searching for me you and your Dad pretty much got everything you wanted. You
were heir. Why would you give that up to find me?”
His cousin shrugged and looked at his nails. “Got bored.”
For a few moments Hiccup’s just stared at the older boy, unable to believe what
he was hearing and then he smiled. “I missed you, too, ‘Lout.”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever. It’s not like we need to hug or anything,” Snotlout
grumbled, shoving the smaller boy away.
“See, I knew it, they do love each other,” Fishlegs announced from above. He
stayed seated on Meatlug while the Twins scrambled off Barf and Belch to join
the others in the crow’s nest that was quickly becoming crowded.
“Shut up, ‘Legs,” snapped Snotlout but he shifted closer to Hiccup to make room
for the Twins.
“So is Stoick going to kill Alvin on not?” Tuffnut asked as he sat on the other
side of Hiccup. “Or are they just going to pussy foot around all the way home?”
“Yeah, I’ve never seen the chief so tense…well, not since your leg feel off,”
Ruffnut added.
Hiccup rolled his eyes. “My leg didn’t fall off,” he corrected, pulling his bad
leg to his chest, one; because the subject was still a soft spot for him and
two; there was no more room to stretch out.
She only shrugged. “Point is, we’re stuck here for a while or at least until we
can our hands on some good strong leather and metals to make Toothless’s new
harness and tailfin, you’d think they’d work out some sort of peace treaty or
temporary truce or something, right? I mean Alvin did save your life even if he
was the one to put it in danger.”
Hiccup looked up, surprised by the brilliance the Twins often showed at the
weirdest of times. “You’re right, Ruff. Right now they have an unsteady truce
but we need something more permanent, right? Think about it, something
obviously happened in the past between my Dad and Alvin. They’re not enemies
without reason, right? So they need something in common, something they both
care very deeply about to bring them together.”
“Like what?” Astrid question, already having a bad feeling.
A smile lit Hiccup’s face. “I’ve got an idea but I need you guys to trust me
and keep my father busy…like real busy.”
“For how long?” Fishlegs asked.
Hiccup got to his feet. “Like fifteen minutes…half hour? Tell him you spotted a
Roman ship or something. Do whatever you have to do to get him off this ship.”
The other teens looked at one another, some nodding in agreement while others
looked doubtful.
“What are you going to do?” Astrid asked, grabbing Hiccup’s arm before he could
climb out of the crow’s nest.
“Assure a peace treaty between the Outcasts and Hooligans.” With that he
climbed over the edge and shimmied as quickly as he could down the mast while
the others took to their dragons and flew offer. Toothless followed Hiccup’s
his greengage eyes curious as he regarded his rider but happiness filled him a
moment later when they began playing “catch the light”.
It took a whole twenty minutes before Astrid landed to report seeing a Roman
ship following behind them. Snotlout landed a moment later to confirm her
findings. Stoick hesitated only long enough to yell to Gobber on the Berserker
ship and tell him what was going on, then ordered Hiccup to stay put before
mounting Thornado and following Astrid and Snotlout.
“Thanks, guys,” Hiccup whispered to himself. He waited until his father was out
of view and everyone else was busy with their duties before heading toward
Alvin.
The man looked as if he hadn’t had any sleep in days and he most likely hadn’t.
He looked in surprise when Hiccup approached him. “Lad?” he said, his voice
surprising soft despite the gruff texture.
Regardless of how softly Alvin had spoken the Outcasts all looked up in
surprise and even a few Berserkers from the other ships looked over to see what
was going on. Hiccup ignored them and Gobber when the man called over to him.
“We need to talk,” he said loud enough for all to hear. “This war between you
and my father have gone on long enough and he if won’t negotiate a peace treaty
then I will.”
“Hiccup!” Gobber yelled, already trying to work a way from one boat back to the
other.
“Put some distance between us,” Hiccup ordered the captain. The man immediately
did as he was ordered.
“What are you doing, Hiccup?” Alvin asked, not sure what the boy was up to.
The youth squared his shoulders. “Are we doing this here or in your chambers?”
For a few seconds Alvin looked utterly confused as he studied Hiccup but then
he gave a bark of laughter. He bowed low and swiped out an arm toward his
chambers. “My chambers of course. It has the only suitable table to write up
such a treaty.”
Hiccup nodded. “My thoughts exactly.” He motioned for Toothless to follow him.
The best way to keep Gobber calm was by showing him he wasn’t going to be with
Alvin without protection and what better protection than an overprotective
Nightfury?
Alvin’s exhaustion was more evident once they were alone in his chamber. He let
out a monster size yawn and leaned against the door, looking far older than his
years.
“You might want to lock that. Once Gobber gets here he’ll be trying to break it
down and he’ll have at least a dozen or more Berserkers to help. Thor only
knows why Dagur cares about what we do,” Hiccup informed him before walking
past and engaging the bolt himself. Then he gave Alvin a little push and
dragged over a heavy chest with Toothless’s help. He stood up and clapped his
hands together. “Well that’ll by us a little time. Once my Dad figures out what
we’re up to…” He bobbed his head to the side. “We might have a minute or two
before the whole thing comes down on us.”
“Hiccup, what are you up to, boy?” Alvin asked, his curiosity peaked by the
youth’s actions.
Hiccup wondered the same thing for a while. Now that they were alone he wasn’t
sure what he wanted. The truth perhaps. “Am I just a toy to you?” he finally
asked, looking up with hopeful eyes before adverting his gaze and preparing for
the worse. “How did we go from me training dragons to warming your bed at
night?”
Alvin’s mouth fell open but he couldn’t form an answer at first. He was
speechless from hearing such words come from Hiccup. “You’re not a toy,” he
finally answered, taking the boy’s slim shoulders in both hands and lowered
himself until they were the same height and able to look eye to eye. “Hiccup,
what happened was unintentional but I don’t regret it whatsoever. You proved to
me just how strong and cunning you were and even though you didn’t succeed in
killing me there was the will to do so and that stirred a…well a great desire I
haven’t felt in a long time. What we have is more than a master and consort
like Viggo and I have. I dare say it borders on love.”
Hiccup glanced up at him. “I thought so, too, but…”
The man cupped his cheek, his thumb slowly rubbing over Hiccup’s lower lip,
making it hard for the boy to speak. He studied Hiccup for a long time before
leaning down and pressing his lips to Hiccup’s. It was a slow sensual kiss that
made Hiccup’s head spin and toes curl as he pressed himself into the much
larger body.
“You didn’t come in here to negotiate a peace treaty, did you?” Alvin growled,
nipping Hiccup’s lower lip.
“Not exactly,” the boy admitted with a coy smile. He glanced up at Alvin
through long lashes. “I sort of missed you.”
“Really? And what did you miss?”
Hiccup hesitated and chewed his lip. “Training your dragon.”
Alvin inhaled sharply, thinking he would never hear the boy say such a thing to
him again. He glanced at the barricaded door. It was still relatively quiet
which meant Gobber had yet to board the ship again and Stoick was still out
with the riders. “One day I’ll grow old and you’ll tire of me,” he predicted,
studying Hiccup’s face carefully. Then he smiled wistfully at his boy. “Well I
wouldn’t want to deny the Dragon Master an opportunity to master my dragon. But
we’ll have to hurry.”
The boy only laughed as he followed Alvin to his favorite armchair that
resembled a throne. The big man turned back to him and again cupped his cheek.
“As hard as I get just looking at you I’m going to need a little help this
time. Your father all but killed my libido and it might take a little work on
your part to get it back up again.” Of course what he didn’t say was the idea
of Stoick walking in as his baby boy gave his enemy head was a turn on in
itself. No, that little tidbit of information was best kept to himself. Instead
he undid his trousers and pulled out his aching cock. This was only the second
time the boy gave head and he obviously still nervous. Alvin gently nudged him
to his knees.
Hiccup was hesitant. He knew this was wrong, knew his friends weren’t far away
and that his father could be back at any moment but it didn’t matter. He wanted
this. He took Alvin’s throbbing cock in his mouth and began sucking, slowly at
first and then with more gusto as the strange rush of possibly being caught
brought a rush to him. He’d been in trouble for doing a lot of things over the
years, the most dangerous until now being befriending Toothless.
Alvin’s hips moved, thrusting slowly in and out of the boy’s willing mouth. It
felt so good to have Hiccup on his knees before him once more. Almost too good.
His length ached and balls hung low with the sudden need to cum. It had only
been a few days since last took Hiccup but it might as well have been a life
time. It took a great amount of self-will not to fuck that beautiful mouth and
pull out before he shot his load. Both he and Hiccup were panting as he hauled
the boy to his feet then yanked his pants down.
“You’re going to ride me, boy,” he growled as he sat down and pulled Hiccup
onto his lap. “Hard. I want you to ride me hard and impale yourself right up to
your guts. Got it?”
Hiccup only smirked. “I thought we had to be quiet or are you trying to get
yourself killed?”
The Outcast chief frowned at him. “Maybe I should just screw your mouth to keep
you quiet and stop the sass.”
The boy shrugged. “You can try…” He lowered himself on Alvin’s erection,
gasping when the moist cock stretched his dry whole. A small cry escaped him
and he grabbed Alvin’s wide shoulders, his whole body shaking but he continued
pushing down, needing Alvin in him more than he could possibly understand. But
he couldn’t help the sounds coming from his mouth as he fought to take all of
Alvin in.
The man grabbed the back of his head and shoved it against his chest. “Bite
me,” he ordered. “Scream into the bite and let me take over. Next time you can
be in charge.”
Hiccup had no choice but to nod and do as he was told. Alvin took hold of his
hips and shoved the boy down on his length so that it every inch of his cock
filled his tight hot cavern. Hiccup screamed into the meat of Alvin’s shoulder
as he bit down hard. The sound was muffled but it never ended as Alvin thrust
up into the boy and Hiccup tried to thrust down and keep pace but he quickly
faltered as he usually did when Alvin went from gently thrusts to rapid, hard,
powerful ones that made the toes of his good foot curl as his head threw back
in a silent cry.
A pounding at the door startled the two.
“HICCUP!” Gobber yelled on the other side. The door handle shook. “Alvin, you
better keep your hands to yourself and open this door. Now!”
Alvin only chuckled lowly against Hiccup’s ear. “I’ll keep my hands exactly
where I want,” he growled before slipping a finger in between their joining,
causing Hiccup to gasp. “You’re a very naughty boy, Hiccup. You want us to get
caught, don’t you?”
The boy clung to him a little tighter. “All part of the fun?” He tensed when
they could suddenly hear Stoick’s voice in the distance. “Might want to hurry
this up though.”
Hiccup had a point. Alvin stood, one hand on his young lover’s rear, and leaned
against the table as he fucked the boy as hard as he could, the whole time
thinking of the look on Stoick’s face if he walked in right that moment. Of
course having the man yelling like a banshee on the other side of the door only
spurred the image on and he was forced to bite back a roar as his spunk filled
his enemy’s precious heir in hot powerful squirts. He waited long enough to
finish before pulling out and setting Hiccup on the ground. Fixing his trousers
he watched in hunger was his cum slid down Hiccup’s legs.
“I need to clean up,” the boy panted but he seemed almost boneless and still
had a rather impressive hard on.
“How good are you at multitasking?” Alvin asked as he turned the boy around and
put him belly first onto the table where there was a sheet of parchment and pen
from when he was trying to create a suitable peace treaty for the Outcasts and
Hooligans. “Start writing while I clean you up.”
“Seriously? This isn’t exactly going to be easy…ngh…my Dad’s going to he…hear.
Shit! Okay, okay…writing…ngh…” Well he tried reading what Alvin wrote really
fast before adding to it. Keeping his writing legible and making sense…well
that was another thing completely. His force kept slipping Alvin ate out his
ass, sucking out every trace of cum in him. Then, when that was done, Alvin
rolled him onto his back to suck his weeping cock. All the while Gobber and
Stoick were yelling on the other side of the door and bashing on it. Sooner or
later they were going to break through.
Hiccup’s eyes rolled into the back of his head and he forgot all about the
yelling and door bashing as his stomach twisted and he felt his cock swell.
“HICCUP!” his father yelled and the timing couldn’t have been better.
“I’m cuming!” he yelled, as the rush of orgasm overcame him and he couldn’t
stay silent any longer. He instantly slapped his hands over his mouth when he
realized he had spoken out loud. But it didn’t stop him from cumming in Alvin’s
mouth.
The man only chuckled as he stood up and licked his lips. “You certainly did,”
he commented before scooping down to gather Hiccup’s pants and help him back
into them.
Hiccup rolled his eyes and turned to Toothless who had been silently watching
them from where he was curled up next to Hiccup’s former cot. “Hey, bud, you
want to help me?” he asked, gesturing toward the chest. But the ebony dragon
only gave him that “I’m not happy with you” look before turning away and
ignoring his rider completely. Hiccup sighed. “Stubborn dragon.”
“Hiccup, focus on the treaty. I’ll move the chest,” Alvin instructed.
He grabbed the chest with ease and hauled it back to where it belonged as
Hiccup quickly jotted down what he believed should be in the peace treaty. He
had never written one before but his father had made him read enough in
preparation for the day he would become chief, which with any luck won’t be for
many, many years. Once he was done he put the quill down, checked himself over,
and headed to the door where the pounding had only increased yet his father,
for one reason or another, had yet to knock it down.
Taking a deep breath he pulled both doors open and stared up at his father and
Gobber in annoyance. “What?” he demanded as if Stoick was at fault and not him.
It had the desired effect and made Stoick and Gobber step back in surprise. But
it lasted for only a moment before his father grabbed him by his shoulder and
shoved him toward Gobber. “Take him to Dagur’s ship. I won’t have him defying
me anymore,” Stoick ordered before stepping into the cabin and looking toward
Toothless. “Toothless!”
The dragon gave a yawn and grumbled in annoyance before following Gobber and
Hiccup. But Hiccup refused to leave without a fight and he ducked under
Gobber’s arm to stand up to his father.
“You’re always trying to teach me how to be a good leader but the one time I
take the initiative and pound out a peace treaty with Alvin you’re going to
kick me off the ship without so much as hearing me out or reading it?” he
demanded, again surprising his father.
“Hiccup…” Stoick started, taken back by his son’s words.
“Stoick, listen to the boy,” Alvin suggested, standing next to the table and
tapping the parchment. “He worked very hard on this. The least you can do is
read it and decide whether or not you agree to the terms.”
Hiccup folded his arms across his chest. “What did you think we were doing?”
“Well…” Gobber began with a little shrug and embarrassed but coy smile.
Hiccup only rolled his eyes and headed back on deck. “If either of you ever say
I’m am embarrassing Viking I’m going to bring this up. I’m sure Spitelout and
Mildew would have a field day learning you two panic like a bunch of old
ladies. Alvin, I’m going to see if the cook needs any fish for dinner.”
Not waiting for anyone to respond he walked away, a slight limp in his walk,
but with purpose in each step. The three watched him, all with various degrees
of confusion. Nevertheless Stoick went to the peace treaty and began readying
it over. It was surprisingly thorough if not a little jumbled and not Hiccup’s
usual pristine script. Of course having people screaming for him and pounding
on the door couldn’t have helped.
“You wrote this with him,” Stoick questioned Alvin but the other man looked far
too distracted as he and Gobber watched Hiccup. “What is it?”
Alvin said nothing for a moment, his eyes never leaving Hiccup. Then he sighed
and leaned against the door. “I was just wondering when Hiccup took control of
every aspect of this ship,” he muttered as he watched Hiccup talk to the crew
as if he were one of them. He sighed as he watched the boy. Yes, somehow the
boy had taken control of his men and his life otherwise he never would have
agreed to a peace treaty with Stoick. But it didn’t matter, he had what he
wanted. He had his dragon trainer.
***** Chapter 29 *****
Life As I Knew It 29
Everyone gave Hiccup funny looks when he left Alvin cabin, everyone but the
Outcasts who were used to him being there and treated him as if he was one of
them. Mildew, who Dagur had pretty much thrown on the ship the day after it had
joined up with the armada claiming he was the most annoying being he had ever
met, only shook his head and gave a huff, grumbling about teenagers and
hormones and he’d rather deal with a pack of hatchings any day. It got a bunch
of curious looks from all the teenagers, especially Hiccup who knew for a fact
Mildew hated dragons. But the old man ignored them and went about doing his own
thing as usual. Hiccup only shrugged and headed back toward the main mast
wanting the safety of the crow’s nest in case his father figured out what had
actually happened between him and Alvin. Alvin did have a tendency to gloat
over certain things at the worst possible times and Hiccup really hoped this
didn’t end up being one of those times.
“They lie you know,” Dagur said, leaning against the main mast as if waiting
for Hiccup.
Since being rescued Dagur had tried hovering over Hiccup every minute he didn’t
have to attend his duties. The young chief always had personal space issues but
sometimes it was frightening and Hiccup couldn’t help but shy away when the
larger boy stepped toward him. “What are you talking about? Who?”
But Dagur was in his own little world as he stared down at Hiccup with wide
unblinking eyes. “It’s always the same. They say you’re special, that they’ve
never seen anyone like you. And they make you feel that way. Special. Loved.
They lavish attention on you, buy you whatever your heart desires. They do
whatever it takes to bring your defenses down if only enough for you to no
longer be scared. Sometimes they start gentle and slow and then…”
Hiccup took a step back, thoroughly confused now. “What exactly are we talking
about?”
Dagur’s emerald eyes studied Hiccup’s. “I know. I know what he did to you and
what that…that consul did and you’re hiding it, just like you did the dragons.”
“Yeah, okay, about the dragons…I’m sorry. I know we should have told you but
you were all about hunting and dragon blood that we really didn’t have much
choice but to hide them,” Hiccup tried to explain, feeling he needed to defend
his father’s decision. “We were trying to keep the peace.”
“I don’t care about the dragons! I care about you.” The Berserker fell silent
as both his and Hiccup’s eyes widened in surprise.
Hiccup shook it off. “Excuse me?” he asked, feeling a little bewildered by the
confession.
Dagur frowned and looked away as if to gather his thoughts then he studied
Hiccup for a few minutes longer. “I care about you, okay? I came here because I
wanted to knock some sense into you about this whole dragon nonsense. I was
angry and hated you for lying and then when I finally track you down…all I saw
was what happened to me happening to you and…” He sighed and leaned against the
mast again, his arms folded across his chest. “I was scared,” he confessed. “I
haven’t been that scared since the day my father died. I don’t ever want to be
that scared again.”
Hiccup wasn’t sure what to say to that. He just stared at Dagur open mouth.
“Why…why didn’t you tell anyone? Alvin raped you?”
The Berserker jumped and stared at Hiccup in horror. “Alvin? No! I’d gut the
pig before he touches me. No…it was my father,” he answered, the last part
spoken for only Hiccup’s ears. “That’s why he’s gone.”
“You could have told us.”
“I told my uncle. He’s the only one that matters.” He rubbed his arms nervously
before looking up again, not at all resembling the Berserker Hiccup had come to
fear and loath. He looked young and scared and longing for understanding. “Just
watch yourself. Men like Alvin can going from loving and caring to abusive in a
heartbeat and it’s your ass that’ll end up taking the pounding.”
They were both quiet for a few minutes while they each gathered their thoughts.
“Alvin’s not like that,” he said softly.
“I hope you’re right.” Dagur turned to leave and nearly jumped when Hiccup
grabbed his arm to stop him. “What?” he snapped.
Hiccup stared at his own hand, unsure why he grabbed the older boy then he
looked up and met Dagur’s gaze. “Why…why don’t you hang out with us up in the
crow’s nest...unless you have duties that need you immediately?”
Surprise covered Dagur’s whole face and for a brief moment his usual arrogance
came back but when Hiccup didn’t back down it returned to unsure. “I… Yeah,
okay,” he finally said, completely bewildered by the offer.
The heir gave a shy smile. “Okay.”
They both climbed up to the crow’s nest, which soon became the teen hangout
regardless how many times Gobber warned about weight limits or Mildew
complained the sail might be destroyed. Nonetheless the kids either piled into
the crow’s nest or on the beam. It took Dagur some time to adjust to not only
all the teens – he usually only hung out with Hiccup or terrorized the others
individually – but all the dragons that were not afraid to snuggle close to be
petted by their riders when not being shooed off. Toothless was the most
persistent. The moment he noticed his rider with the Berserker he got right
into momma bear mode and tried chasing Dagur off and when that didn’t work –
Hiccup wouldn’t let him blast Dagur to kingdom come – he made a point of
showing that Hiccup was his boy as he did with Alvin by grooming his Hiccup
until he was covered in slobber and his hair was sticking up in odd angles. At
first Dagur only stared at dragon and rider in shock and then he burst out
laughing and began calling Hiccup “Dragon Boy” or “Baby Dragon” much as
Snotlout did. In fact, Dragon Boy became the most common nickname and no matter
what Hiccup did he could never shake the name and it would follow him right
into his chiefdom.
Eventually Hiccup came clean with his friends about his relationship with Alvin
but by that time Alvin’s prediction had come true and that relationship had run
its course. By the time Hiccup was eighteen he had moved on from their
occasional sexual encounters – being of two different tribes with their own
duties, an overprotective dad, mentor and dragon made an actual relationship
rather challenging – and taken what he learned into his relationship with
Astrid who had finally become his full time girlfriend when he was seventeen.
Alvin had taken this far better than Hiccup thought possible but of course
Alvin still had Viggo who had become like a big brother to Hiccup. In fact his
sister, Nephthys, had become part of the Haddock family.
An Outcast life was not something Viggo wanted for his sister but at the same
time he owed his loyalty to Alvin so he was reluctant to leave them so the day
before the galleon reached harbor Viggo had approached Hiccup for his opinion
on what to do, trusting the youth to be of sound judgment. “I want her to have
a good, safe life and I trust you and Toothless to protect her,” Viggo had
reasoned, sitting down with Hiccup in private. “She already loves the two of
you very much.” He smiled at Nephthys as she snuggled against Toothless.
Hiccup nodded, surprised but honored by the request. Approaching his father
about the situation was a little more interesting but not nearly as bad as how
Alvin reacted when Viggo told him.
Waiting until it was time for bed – Stoick still refused to let Hiccup go to
sleep in the cabin by himself or even with only Toothless even if it meant he
spent half the night sitting at the desk looking over maps or star charts –
Hiccup decided that there was no better time than then to broach the subject.
“Uh Dad?” he asked as he removed his prosthetic and began oiling it.
“Yes, son?”
“You know how I always wanted a younger sibling?”
Stoick let out his breath. “Hiccup, we’ve been through this before. I’m not
remarrying.”
“Uh? NO! No, no, no, no…what I meant was…would you object to adoption?”
“What?”
“We’ll it’s not really adoption it’d be more like fostering but I guess the
result would be the same.”
Stoick had to put down the map he was reading to try and make sense out of what
his son was saying. “Whoa, slow down, son. What are talking about?”
Now that he had his father’s full attention Hiccup began fiddling with the
straps of the prosthetic. “Well you know Nephthys, Viggo’s sister, right?”
“Yes?”
“Well Viggo doesn’t want her to live the life of an Outcast because their
almost always at war with someone and the Berserkers are just as bad but we’re
peace keepers and usually avoid war at all cost. So he would like her to stay
with us,” Hiccup explained, fidgeting awkwardly. “He wants to talk to you in
the morning but thought it might be easier if you and I sat down and discussed
it first.”
“Hiccup, I don’t know,” Stoick answered gentle, a little taken back by the
request.
“She won’t be any problem. I’ll take care of her and…”
“Hiccup, she’s not a pet. Neph…Nepha…” He stopped, unable to pronounce the
girl’s name properly. “She’s a person and needs more care then we can give.
With my duties…”
“You raised me with Gobber’s help. This time I can help raise her.”
“She doesn’t even speak our language.”
“I speak hers.”
Stoick sighed and ran a hand through his loose hair. “I don’t know, Hiccup.”
“Please.”
“Let me think about it.”
And he did. Stoick stayed up all night debating what to do about the little
Egyptian girl. In the morning he spoke with Gobber and then finally sat down
with Viggo to discuss her future. As Viggo’s leader Alvin sat in on the
conversation and had been against it at first but was out voted when Viggo
pointed out the dangerous life they lived and what was best for his sister.
Life was never the same for Hiccup. He had gained a little sister, one he grew
to love and treasure and protect with all his heart. It was a big adjustment.
Hiccup’s room had to be split in half so Nephthys had her own room. He taught
her Norse and she taught him Egyptian. They became the best of friends and the
worse of rivals. Stoick came to love her as a daughter and doted on her as he
did Hiccup, but he wasn’t half as hard on her. By the age of ten she was an
accomplished dragon rider and had tamed a Skrill earning Dagur’s admiration.
As for Dagur…well going from dragon hunter to rider was a big transition that
took quite some time. Of course when Captain Vorg came across a Skrill frozen
in the ice he was suddenly all for it and pretty much kidnapped Hiccup to help
him train it which sort of became the norm. Sometimes Dagur would snatch Hiccup
and maybe Toothless for the sake of snatching Hiccup then give Stoick a big
happy smile when he came for his son as if nothing had happened and call it
brotherly bonding. So pretty much Hiccup ended up gaining two older brothers –
as far as he was concern Viggo was his brother as much as Nephthys was his
sister – a lover he never intended on with Alvin and the inspiration to explore
new lands and one day travel the world.
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