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Hiccup was taken from the cell with the rest of the Riders and brought to Viggo's quarters. He was frightened, but he didn't want to show it. Other means of torture hadn't worked on him before, (he bore the scars on his body and mind), so what was Viggo planning now?

There was a cup on his desk near Hiccup. In fact, there were multiple cups: six of them to be exact. One for each Rider.

"What, so you're going to poison us?" Hiccup asked. "Thought execution from you would be bloodier."

"Oh, not execution, Hiccup," Viggo said. "Incentive."

Hiccup raised his eyebrows. "I don't know what you mean."

Viggo laughed lightly. "Oh, my dear boy, so you've never had your mind compromised?"

Hiccup shifted, feeling uncomfortable. He wanted to run, and his hands weren't tied, but he was guarded by Hunters, and Viggo had his sword.

Drugging. Viggo was talking about drugging them.

And Hiccup couldn't say that he wouldn't give up the Dragon Eye lenses in such a compromised state.

Hiccup hid his fear though, and scoffed. "So you think I'm going to drink this of my own free will?"

"No, I don't." Viggo nodded to his Hunters. "Hold him."

Hiccup struggled as the Hunters laid hands on him, but he couldn't move from the chair. Viggo came around the desk, took the first cup from the left, and neared Hiccup.

"Wh-what is that stuff?"

Viggo smiled at him, but didn't answer. Then he reached a hand towards his face, pinched his nose in order to make him open his mouth.

Hiccup didn't. He held his breath. He struggled. A strange, choking sound came out of his throat.

"You can breathe, my dear." Viggo's voice was silky. "Just open your mouth."

Hiccup didn't until his vision began to blur and he felt like his chest was going to explode. Viggo let him get in a few gasping breaths before he was putting the cup to his mouth and forcing him to drink.

Hiccup tried his best not to ingest it, but there was no way he couldn't. It was either drink it, or choke on it.

So he drank it.

Viggo let go of him once the cup was emptied, and Hiccup lowered his head, hair falling in front of his eyes, wheezing. There was an odd taste in his mouth.

"Put him back in the cell," Viggo ordered of his men. "And bring me Astrid."

Hiccup rose, tried to throw himself at Viggo, but the Hunters held him back. Hiccup would fight his friends being drugged.

"You will not harm them!" Hiccup cried.

Viggo merely shrugged. "I will do whatever I please." He waved his hand, a gesture telling the Hunters to take him out of the room.

Hiccup gave resistance as they tried to bring him back to his cell. He thrashed and bit and spit. Once the door was open, the Hunters threw him in roughly, and he landed on his side, jarring his ribs, definitely bruising them.

"Hiccup, are you okay?!" Fishlegs asked, alarmed at how he'd been thrown in. He helped him to sit up.

Then the Hunters went for Astrid. Astrid rushed them, screaming in rage, fighting with all her might, punching, kicking.

But she had no weapons, and the Hunters did. A sword went to her throat, a spear poking her in the back.

"You will be taken to Viggo, or else you die." The Hunter seemed smug to have Astrid Hofferson at the end of his blade.

Astrid glared, and if looks could kill, the Hunters would have dropped dead. But she let herself be taken from the cell. She had no choice.

"Hiccup, what in Thor's name is going on?!" Snotlout cried. "You don't even look that roughed up. What's Viggo's plan?"

Hiccup was panting, trying to catch his breath. He was fine with leaning back against Fishlegs.

"He's drugging us," Hiccup said. "I don't know what with, but it's sure to be potent." He put a hand to his head. He was starting to feel dizzy. Wow, that drug worked fast.

"Please tell me he didn't inject it," Snotlout said. "I fucking hate needles."

Hiccup shook his head, but that just made him more dizzy. He found himself laying on the floor.

"Made me drink it." His words were starting to slur, his tongue feeling thick. Was the boat rocking that hard? Or was that the world? Everything seemed to dance in his vision, so he closed his eyes.

Fishlegs squeaked in alarm. "Hiccup!"

"Mm, yeah, 'm fine."

"No, you are not fine!" Ruffnut cried, standing. She shook him, and for some reason, her touch sent tingles all the way through his nerves. He moaned.

The rest of the Riders were talking, and Hiccup didn't know what they were saying. He tried to focus, to pay attention, but it just made his head hurt. His mouth was dry, so terribly dry. He'd drink anything if it was offered to him.

No time passed, or an age passed - Hiccup didn't know - and Astrid was thrown back into the cell. She had blood trickling down the side of her face from a wound on her head. There was blood in her teeth. She'd bitten someone.

Astrid didn't seem to care about herself though. She fought the Hunters as they made a grab for Ruffnut. Ruffnut was screaming. Hiccup tried to move, but it was like his limbs were made of lead. Tuffnut got a good punch in, yelling in fury.

"No," he got out. "No, don't... don't take her."

But they did.

The cell door was slammed closed and locked; Hiccup felt the vibration of it through every part of his body.

"Hiccup, oh gods." Astrid knelt by him. Tuffnut was clinging to the bars, tears in his eyes.

"Did they... did you drink it?" he asked her. He opened his eyes. Her blood was reaching for him, trailing off of her face. It was going to strangle him, swallow him whole.

Astrid nodded, lips pursed together, jaw clenched. "Tastes awful."

Hiccup had it in him to let out a little laugh. "Yeah. Yeah i' does."

"I'm not going to let them drug my sister!" Tuffnut shouted, stomping his foot. He was pushing at the bars of the cell, as if that would make it open.

"Tuff," Astrid said gently.

"No, no! I won't let them!"

"Tuffnut!" Astrid cried. "It's no use." She sank down, sitting, head in her hand. The drug was probably starting to effect her too. "Save... your energy."

Hiccup started humming to himself. He didn't know why. It just seemed to make sense in all the chaos around him, as if it would fit it back together and make it synchronous. No one commented on it. Or maybe they did and he didn't hear them. He didn't know.

Someone tried to touch him, and he moaned at the pleasure it sparked through his body. The hand was instantly pulled back: they probably thought they'd hurt him.

By the time they brought back a surprisingly subdued Ruffnut, Astrid was on the floor as well, laying near Hiccup, her hand in his. Hiccup felt like the whole world was just the touch of Astrid's hand, her calluses, her rough skin.

Tuffnut was taken next. He let them take him, joking that he did more for fun than they could ever do to him.

He was hit in the head for that.

There was something wet on Hiccup's face, something hot. Was it Astrid's blood? Was it tears? He very slowly brought a hand to it, wiped at his face. There were tears on his fingers, golden tears. He laughed, even though it hurt to move. Astrid giggled too.

Hiccup protested when they took Fishlegs. Or, he tried to protest. He grabbed at a Hunter's boot.

He was kicked in the face and thrown back. Now there was blood on his face. He was sure of it. He groaned.

Hiccup didn't know when they took Snotlout, or when they brought him back. All he knew was that he was laying on the floor beside him, crying quietly.

"Gonna... gonna be okay," Hiccup said. He thought he said it. His tongue didn't want to form the words.

It took Hiccup a long while to realize that Viggo was in the cell with them. What made him realize it was Viggo putting a hand in his hair and dragging him up to his knees. Hiccup cried out at the action, looked at him with glazed eyes.

"I'm going to ask you first, and if you don't answer in a way that pleases me, pain will befall your Riders," Viggo said. At least, that's what Hiccup thought he said. It was a threat for sure.

When Hiccup didn't say anything, Viggo continued:

"Where are the Dragon Eye lenses?"

Hiccup opened his mouth a little bit, but it was hard to do so. His tongue felt like lead. He groaned, blood trickling into his mouth. It tasted like everything and nothing all at once. He closed his eyes and savored it, forgetting what Viggo had asked.

"I think you gave them too much," Ryker said. When had Ryker gotten there? Had he been there the whole time?

Viggo made a growling sound and dropped Hiccup to the floor, making him yelp. 

"I checked the dosage multiple times, brother."

"Yeah, and they're all drugged for sure, but I don't think any of them will be talking."

Viggo looked like he wanted to kick something in frustration. He did. He kicked Hiccup in the stomach. Hiccup wasn't able to double over, or clutch his stomach, or move in any way to make himself feel better or react to the pain. All he did was groan. Astrid reached for him, but couldn't do it. Hiccup didn't know if the other Dragon Riders even knew what was happening.

"Fine." Viggo looked over the drugged Dragon Riders. "But you will talk. You have a few hours of reprieve."

He was leaving with Ryker, and the cell door clanged shut. It rang and rang in Hiccup's ears, like a death knoll. Viggo couldn't get the information out of them yet, but he would do anything in his power to get it.

And all of them were too drugged up to do anything about it.

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“I will allow you to drink if you give me some answers.”

Hiccup looked up at Viggo through glazed eyes. Gods he was thirsty, his mouth terribly dry. It was hard to move and his tongue felt thick. It was difficult to think as well: like slogging through mud.

“H-how long…?” Hiccup slurred out.

“Hm?” Viggo leaned forward. It didn’t seem like he’d understood him.

“Drug,” was all Hiccup could say.

“Ah, I see.” Viggo leaned back in his chair. “You want to know how long this drug will remain in your system.”

Hiccup nodded, and the world spun. He nearly fell out of his chair, but someone gripped him by the shoulder to keep him steady. Right. Ryker was here as well.

“Three days, give or take,” Viggo said. He folded his hands in front of him on the table. “I apologize for getting the dosing so wrong.”

Hiccup tried to glare, tried to growl, but he couldn’t at all. Instead he just stared blankly.

“But, back to business.” Viggo grabbed the pitcher of water, sloshed it around a little bit. Hiccup licked his lips. There was hardly any saliva in his mouth: he felt like he was going to gag on the dryness.

“Give me what I want and I will let you drink.”

“Friends?” Hiccup asked. He was worried about them. They’d all been drugged too. They would need water as well.

“Not until you answer.”

“Viggo, he’ll die before he talks,” Ryker said. “You know how stubborn he is.”

“Then what do you suggest I do?” Viggo asked, looking at Ryker. Hiccup was being ignored for the moment.

“Let him and his friends recover enough to talk, then torture them,” Ryker suggested. “That way the drug will still have some effect over them.”

Viggo stroked his beard with his other hand, clearly thinking. Hiccup was just staring at the pitcher of water. Gods, he wanted it.

“Fine,” Viggo finally said after a long moment of silence. He slid the pitcher over to Hiccup.

He reached for it, but Ryker grabbed it before he could. Hiccup whined in complaint.

“You’ll spill it all over yourself,” Ryker explained. He brought the pitcher to Hiccup’s lips, and with his help, he drank. He could feel Viggo’s eyes boring into him the whole time.

Hiccup had to be carried back to the cell, just like he’d been carried to Viggo’s quarters. Some random Dragon Hunter did it, Ryker following behind.

He was dumped unceremoniously onto the floor, and he groaned. He didn’t try to get up. He knew he couldn’t.

Hiccup wanted to ask for better treatment of his friends, who were also drugged beyond belief and on the floor with him. However, it wasn’t long before Hunters came in and coaxed them to drink water.

“They’d be so easy to take right now,” one of the Hunters said, standing over Astrid. His hands were on his belt as if he meant to unbuckle it. “All the fire’s gone from them.”

“Don’t,” Snotlout said, voice weak. He reached out sluggishly for Astrid. 

His hand was kicked away, and the man began unbuckling his belt. Hiccup’s eyes went wide. If only he could fight, protest.

But he could do none of that.

Astrid was, surprisingly, saved by Ryker.

“What do you think you’re doing?” His voice was firm.

The Hunter began quickly fixing his belt, a blush creeping up his cheeks. “Nothing, sir. Sorry, sir.”

“You better be,” Ryker said. “They are not to be touched until Viggo says so.”

“Yes, sir.”

Hiccup was relieved when the Dragon Hunters left the cell and closed and locked the door. He wanted to talk to his friends, but he couldn’t. They couldn’t talk to him either. Instead they were stuck in this drugged haze.

Sighing in defeat, Hiccup closed his eyes and let sleep take him.

He didn’t know if what followed were dreams or reality. There was water, so much he could drown. He drank it all to avoid drowning.

There were moans and groans and whispers. There was movement, the shadows dancing and rocking. There was Viggo, looking bigger and bigger each time he visited.

Hiccup woke to find that he still couldn’t move very well, but that things were beginning to make more sense. The haze was lifting, and the hallucinations were gone.

But he could hardly move, and that concerned him greatly. The Hunters could do whatever they wanted with him and his friends.

Then he remembered that Hunter standing over Astrid with his hands on his belt. He searched the cell frantically with his eyes, found Astrid unconscious beside him.

“Astrid.” Hiccup tried nudging her, but his hand could hardly move to do so.

“Astrid, wake up!”

Her eyes blinked open and she scrunched up her face. It took a bit for her to focus on him.

“Hiccup?” Her voice sounded almost normal.

“Yeah, it’s me. Are you okay?”

“Yeah.”

“No one touched any of you?” Hiccup was directing his question to the rest of the Dragon Riders as well.

Hiccup got a chorus of no’s, and relief bloomed in his chest…

Until dread sank in. Viggo had said that when the drug started wearing off he would torture them.

And the drug was certainly wearing off.

Hiccup wanted to say more, but was interrupted as Viggo came into view outside the cell.

“I see you’re awake and talking again,” he said. He folded his hands behind his back with a smile. “So, which one of you wants to go first?”

Hiccup ground his teeth together. He couldn’t imagine any of his friends being hurt. But himself? He could handle that.

He hoped.

“Take me,” Hiccup said, volunteering before anyone else could. 

“Hiccup, no!” The cries came from the rest of the Riders.

“He’s made his decision,” Viggo said, looking terribly pleased. There was a cruel glint in his eyes. He nodded towards the Hunters beside him. “Retrieve him for me.”

The cell was opened, and Hiccup didn't even bother trying to struggle as he was picked up and thrown over a broad shoulder. His friends were yelling for the Hunter to put him down, for Viggo to leave him alone, for Viggo to take them instead.

But Hiccup couldn't have that. It had to be him.

He was taken out of the cell, the door closing hard. Hiccup got a view of his friends as he was being taken away. They all looked sad, desperate.

Viggo walked ahead of the Hunters to his office, his stride almost having an excited gait to it. Hiccup's stomach churned. He wondered what Viggo could possibly do to him, and what it would take for him to give up the Dragon Eye lenses. How long could he hold out over torture when he was as helpless as he was?

Ryker was in Viggo's office already, and the table had been cleared.

"Lay him down there," Viggo ordered of the Hunter, and he did so, none too kindly. Hiccup banged his head against the hard wood. Viggo gave the Hunter a glare at that, and the man mumbled an apology, then left.

Ryker sighed heavily. He poked Hiccup in the chest. "Why'd you pick him?"

"He volunteered," Viggo said. He was tying on a leather apron, much like the one Hiccup wore when blacksmithing.

There were blood stains on it.

Hiccup took a deep breath, stared at the ceiling instead of the two men surrounding him. He could do this. He could. None of his friends would be hurt.

If he just revealed the information now, he wouldn't be hurt.

But Viggo was cruel and merciless, especially with dragons. He couldn't let him get his hands on the Dragon Eye lenses.

His deep breathing didn't help when he heard the sound of a knife leaving a sheath. He jumped, skin crawling. Where were they going to start?

"This is to get your clothes off," Viggo explained, as if explaining that would help somehow. Or maybe he was trying to scare him into giving him the information.

Hiccup held his breath as Viggo drew close and the knife neared his chest. He laid a hand on his stomach as he began to cut at his tunic, and Hiccup didn't like that - no, not at all.

"You don't have to be so clinical about it," Ryker said to Viggo. He was acting as if Hiccup wasn't here or could talk.

"I don't want to cut him preemptively," Viggo explained.

"Why not?"

Viggo shook his head and clicked his tongue, moving his hand as he cut away at Hiccup's tunic. Gods, he wished he could move.

"You know nothing about fear, Ryker."

So he was trying to scare him into giving him the information. Did Viggo not want to hurt him?

Or, maybe he does and he's just twisted and likes drawing it out.

That was plausible too, looking at who he was.

Hiccup's tunic came off in pieces. His chest heaved when Viggo took off his boot, and then his hands went to his prosthetic.

"L-leave it."

Viggo ignored him. Hiccup was dead weight, and so Viggo was simply able to lift up his leg with no resistance.

"A marvelous contraption," he said, beginning to take it off of him. Hiccup made a growling noise in his throat. No one was allowed to touch his prosthetic save for himself and Toothless.

Viggo was careful as he set it down on the table nearby. Hiccup hadn't looked at, but he struggled to turn his head to do so. He was met with instruments he didn't know the names of, that looked like surgical tools. Oh... This was going to hurt.

"Y-you don't have to- have to do this," Hiccup struggled to get out, staring wide-eyed at the instruments.

"Then tell me the information, if you would be so kind." Viggo pouted at him. Well, at least it drew his attention away from what was going to be used on him.

"Please." Hiccup didn't know what else to say. Fear was running rampant through his blood, his voice having come out as a squeak. Ryker laughed.

"Can't handle what he volunteered for," Ryker said. "Pussy. Maybe we should get another one of the Riders."

"No!" Hiccup cried. "No, no! Don't touch them!" Now there was anger. He couldn't have his friends going through this.

Viggo laid down the knife and put a hand to the drawstring of Hiccup's pants. He apparently wanted him completely naked. Hiccup panted, his mouth going dry.

"You can still not go through with this," Viggo told him, his voice low and sultry. Ryker raised an eyebrow at him, but Viggo paid it no mind.

"No," Hiccup said. "Do not touch any of my friends." He was proud of himself for not stuttering with the terror he was feeling.

"So it's settled then." Viggo smiled at him, and it was the creepiest smile Hiccup had ever seen in his life.

Viggo was slow about pulling off Hiccup's pants, as if not wanting to injure him. He made no comment about his genitals, which Hiccup was surprised by, and grateful for. He shivered as the clothing was taken completely off of him. He was cold, cold and vulnerable.

"Another wonderful thing about nutmeg," Viggo began, as if they'd talked about nutmeg at all in the past few days, "is that it leaves one's nervous system... sensitive." He stroked his hand over Hiccup's stomach, and Hiccup very suddenly knew what he meant. Sensation tingled pleasantly through him, and he gasped, startled.

"I thought we were here to torture him, not arouse him," Ryker said, clearly not happy with the time Viggo was taking with this. Ryker was more of the type to beat an answer out of someone, clothes on, not waiting to scare them or up the anticipation.

"Yes," Viggo said. He picked up a long needle from the table. He smiled at Hiccup. "You’re right. We are here to torture him."

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"Not there! Not there!" Hiccup cried out. 

It was in vain. Viggo very slowly inserted the needle into his stump.

Hiccup tossed his head back and screamed. He wanted to fight, to struggle, but could hardly move. The pain was instant and intense. His stump was a very sensitive part of him.

Ryker held him down despite the drug, (apparently nutmeg), still in his system. He seemed to just want to manhandle him.

Viggo held out his hand, and the Grimborn brothers must have done this before, must have known this ritual, because without speaking, Ryker handed Viggo another needle. That almost scared Hiccup more than the needle: the fact that they were practiced in torture.

Hiccup grit his teeth in preparation for the needle, but screamed anyway as it went horizontally into his stump. There was a strange zing sent through his leg as the needle went deep. Thor, had he hit a nerve?

It went on like that until Viggo had placed five needles in Hiccup's stump, some deeper than others. Viggo lowered his leg instead of just dropping it back to the table like Ryker would have, gave it a pat that had Hiccup screaming through his teeth.

He felt incoherent, like no words would come out of him that would make sense. His face was streaked with tears, sobs bubbling up from his chest. Never before had his stump been so violated. He liked to keep it hidden, even from his friends, but now it had been revealed and purposefully hurt.

Viggo took Hiccup by the jaw, turned his head towards him.

"Tell me where the lenses are." His voice was hard.

Hiccup couldn't. He couldn't say anything, in fact. He was just sobbing. Maybe without the drug in his system he'd be able to speak through the pain, but this was unimaginable and all he could focus on.

"Baby," Ryker said with a shake of his head. "Can't even take a few needles."

Viggo let go of Hiccup's jaw, his head listing back to the side. He snorted. "If you'll notice, they're in a very sensitive part of his body." Viggo twisted one, as if to show this, the one that was probably in his nerve, and it drew a shriek out of Hiccup. His body trembled.

It was Ryker's turn to snort. "It's not like you put them in his balls."

" No... " Hiccup moaned. He didn't want Ryker giving Viggo any ideas.

"Get out," Viggo said, and for a moment there was no sound between the brothers, no sound in the room save for Hiccup's bawling.

"What?" Ryker didn't seem to get it.

"Get. Out. "

"Why?"

"Am I not allowed privacy with my guest?"

Ryker crossed his arms, digging his heels in. " Our guest."

"I want to be alone with him," Viggo said.

Hiccup, hearing some of this over his crying, honestly didn't know which he would prefer: Ryker to stay, or to be alone with Viggo? Viggo was the more cunning and dangerous of the two.

And the one that seemingly had a thing for him.

"Fine," Ryker said. He suddenly slapped Hiccup hard in the face, laughing to himself as Viggo glared at the action. Then, he left.

Viggo sighed, and picked up Hiccup's leg again. Hiccup shuddered.

"N-no more! Please no more!" He hoped his words were coherent.

"I'm just removing the needles, my dear," Viggo said.

"Wh-why?"

Viggo didn't answer, and swiftly pulled one of the needles free from his flesh. Hiccup yelled. He tried his best to struggle, and he was able to move his limbs a little. Not enough to stop Viggo though.

"Relax," Viggo told him, withdrawing another needle and making him scream again.

Hiccup wanted to say something snarky, but his brain couldn't think of anything. It was too overloaded with pain and panic. Why had Viggo made Ryker leave? And why was he removing the needles?

Rape, Hiccup thought. He's going to rape me.

He tried to battle that thought away, because he couldn't know for sure.

But how was he supposed to fight such a thought?

"No, no, no!" Hiccup yelled as Viggo pulled out another needle.

"I'm almost finished," Viggo said, completely ignoring Hiccup.

The two other needles came out of him in swift succession. Viggo grabbed a towel from the side table and pressed it to his stump, Hiccup grunting at the pain of it.

"Apologies about my brother," Viggo said, shaking his head. "He's crude."

"A-and you're better?" Hiccup was surprised the words came out.

"I hardly think 'crude' is the right word to describe me," Viggo said, smiling, as if they were having a conversation over tea, not with Hiccup naked and bleeding on a table next to instruments of torture. And drugged. He was still drugged.

Viggo withdrew the towel, checked the puncture wounds for bleeding, and then cast it aside. Next, he undid the strings on the apron and placed it on the table. Maybe it wouldn't be stained with Hiccup's blood today.

He came up to Hiccup's face, and Hiccup tried his best to meet his gaze.

"Wh-what are you doing?" Hiccup stuttered.

"Trying a different method," Viggo responded. His voice had gotten low, and he was leaning down towards his face. Hiccup tried to turn his head away, but Viggo took him by the jaw and kept him in place.

He kissed him. Hiccup had expected something like this, but he still made a surprised, discontented sound at Viggo's lips touching his. He managed to raise his arms, put his hands to Viggo's chest to try to push him away, but there was no strength behind his movements. Viggo stayed right where he was, and his arms dropped back to the table, shaking with the effort.

The discontented sound quickly turned into a sigh and a moan, however, as Viggo kissed him deeply, very deeply. He put one hand on his chest, grazing his fingers lightly between his breasts. The touching was making Hiccup's body tingle. He'd never felt touch like this before, not a touch so intimate, and nothing ever feeling this good. He knew it was the drug, knew it was Viggo manipulating him, but there was nothing he could do.

As he kissed him, Viggo's hand went around to his back, touched lower, groped at his ass. Before Hiccup knew what was happening, Viggo was picking him up, pulling away from his lips, saliva connecting the two of them for a moment before dripping down onto Hiccup's chin.

"Where...?" Hiccup couldn't finish. He was breathless from the kiss.

"I think a bedchamber would be more appropriate than this," Viggo told him. He was taking him past the door Hiccup had never been through, the one in his office he'd always wondered about. And yes, it was a bedchamber, big and lavish and so very Viggo.

"No," Hiccup said. He wriggled weakly in Viggo's arms.

"No?" Viggo asked. "You will submit yourself to torture, but not pleasure?" He carefully placed Hiccup down on the bed, and Hiccup had to admit it was much more comfortable than the table.

But all he wanted was to be back in the cell with the Dragon Riders, if he had a choice. He wanted his friends.

"Cell," Hiccup said. "P-put me- put me back."

Viggo sighed, as if in disappointment. "I suppose I could choose Snotlout. Or maybe Astrid. Yes, Astrid would be good." He began walking towards the door.

"Wait!" Hiccup called. "Wait." Gods, he hated this, hated that he had to make this decision. "I'll... I'll do it."

"Tell me where the lenses are, you mean?" Viggo turned slightly.

"No. I-I'll let you take me," Hiccup said. Tears stung in his eyes; his throat ached. "Because that's... that's what you really want, isn't it?"

"Clever Hiccup," Viggo said endearingly, coming back over to the bed. "Yes, that is my true desire." He leaned down, ran a hand over Hiccup's face, and Hiccup cast his gaze away. He was trembling. His stump screamed in pain. All he wanted was to lay down beside his Riders, and know that for the time being they were safe. However, he could only ascertain them this safety if he gave himself to Viggo.

"Do not fret, my dear," Viggo said, rising, pulling his hand away. "I've been told I'm amazing in bed." There was a smile in his words.

Hiccup didn't look at him, didn't say anything. He just fisted his hands in the furs underneath him.

Viggo began to undress. Hiccup could hear it, could hear him undoing the various buckles, his pieces of armor coming off. He could do this. For his friends. Yes. For his friends.

He'd steeled himself by the time he felt Viggo's weight on the bed. One knee went between his legs, gently pushing them open, and Hiccup could do nothing to fight. There was no strength in his limbs.

"You tremble, my dear," Viggo said, putting a hand on his chest. "Do you think that I'm merely going to fuck you dry and not have you aroused?"

Hiccup looked down at Viggo's hand, but didn't let his gaze go further than that. He didn't want to see this man naked.

"I think I'd prefer that." His voice was much more steady than how he felt.

Viggo chuckled. "I think not. Have you no experience with sex?" His hand trailed over his body, and Hiccup gasped and shivered at the sensations it sent sparking through his nerves.

Viggo smiled at him, then paid attention to where his hand was going. Down, down, past his navel, through the curls on his pelvis, then on his cock. Hiccup couldn't help groaning instantly at his touch. He didn't know if the groan was one of fear or pleasure. Possibly both - because yes, this felt good. This felt terribly good. His own touch here was never better than this.

Hiccup grew hard much faster than he wanted or expected to. He was a little wide-eyed staring at his erection and Viggo's hand around the base of it.

"Nutmeg is also a strong aphrodisiac, I'll have you know," Viggo explained. "Your body was already primed for this. You just didn't know it."

Hiccup gasped as Viggo began to stroke him, his grip firm and even. And when precum eventually beaded at his slit, Viggo was taking his thumb and rubbing the pink head of his cock. Hiccup twisted his head to the side, breathing hard, moaning.

"Did you... did you give my friends nutmeg too?" Hiccup asked.

"Yes," Viggo answered. His eyes sparkled. "Why? Would you care to have your way with them?"

Hiccup was utterly appalled by these words.

"Never!" he shouted. "I-I would never do anything without their consent!"

Viggo was still stroking his cock, and it made Hiccup's chest heave. "So you've thought about it? To do something sexual with them consensually?"

"No." Hiccup avoided Viggo's gaze as he said it.

Viggo laughed. "Hiccup, my darling, you are a horrible liar." His other hand went to his mouth, and he sucked on two fingers. Then he was bringing that hand between Hiccup's legs, and Hiccup gasped and attempted to close his legs as he touched his rim. His legs wouldn't listen to him.

"No..." Hiccup moaned. He didn't want this.

"What do you want, dear?"

"Bring me... put me back with my friends."

"Hm..." Viggo sat back on his heels. He stroked Hiccup's cock as he thought, as if that would help him. Hiccup tried his best not to moan, but his voice came out anyway.

"Yes, I suppose I will," Viggo said. Hiccup looked to him to see him smirking dangerously, and he instantly regretted his words. Viggo wasn't going to put him back in the cell to let him recover. He was going to make him, and possibly the other Riders, suffer. "That is... unless you give me the information I want. That is the main goal of having all of you here."

Hiccup opened his mouth. Then closed it again.

His friends wouldn't want him to endanger the dragons like that. None of them would.

Hiccup remained tight-lipped, and Viggo's smirk deepened.

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Viggo dressed and put Hiccup's pants on him before picking him up and carrying him back to the cell. However, he didn't put on full armor, and that bothered Hiccup greatly. What was he planning?

Either way, Hiccup didn't want it. He didn't want suffering to befall his friends. He tried squirming in Viggo's arms to get him to drop him, but it was no use. Besides, his prosthetic was still in his office.

"I'm sorry, Viggo! Just take me! Take me!" Hiccup was crying as he took him back to the cell, yelling without a care of who would hear. He had to protect his friends.

Viggo said absolutely nothing to him.

There were guards outside the cell, which Hiccup hadn't noticed earlier in his drugged state. Viggo nodded to one of them, and he pulled a ring of keys from his belt and unlocked the cell.

"Take me, Viggo," Hiccup begged, sobbing. "Please."

"You had your chance, Hiccup," Viggo told him as they entered the cell. All the other Riders could really do was lift their heads.

Viggo placed Hiccup down onto the floor, which was better than just dropping him. However, he would rather be in Viggo's arms than have harm come to his Riders.

Multiple cries of Hiccup's name, questions of if he was okay. Hiccup didn't know how to answer, especially when Viggo called the guards in. Their pain would be his fault.

And it would be his undoing.

Hiccup pressed his face into the floor. He was unable to meet any of his friends in the eye.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

"Gag them," Viggo ordered. "Save for Snotlout."

Hiccup tried apologizing again, tried screaming for Viggo to take him instead, (his body was still aroused from what Viggo had done to him), but a Hunter grabbed him and shoved a gag in his mouth, began tying it around the back of his head. Hiccup wanted to struggle, but could do nothing but cry.

The other Riders didn't understand what was happening. They'd been drugged after Hiccup, so some of them probably were still in a dazed state. Hiccup was mercilessly thrown back onto the floor where he hit his head. He groaned, opened his eyes to see Viggo grabbing Snotlout through blurred vision.

"Hey, what are you doing?!" Snotlout cried.

Oh Thor, oh gods... Hiccup didn't know who to pray to. It wasn't like he prayed very often, but if there was ever a moment for it, now would be it.

It looked like Snotlout was trying to struggle. His limbs shook, but that was all the movement he could get out of them.

"Do you scream well?" Viggo asked Snotlout, pressing his front against the wall. He'd chosen a place where all the Riders would be able to see what he did, and Hiccup had a good feeling of what it would be.

"Let go of me! Get off!"

"Your friends need a little incentive to give me the location of the Dragon Eye lenses," Viggo said, voice low. "And I figured, why break you all one at a time when I can do this?"

"Do what?" Snotlout asked. He was clearly frightened, but trying to keep it out of his voice. Hiccup knew him so well.

Without a word, Viggo yanked Snotlout's pants down. His legs were shaking with effort, but Viggo was still holding him up standing. His muscles would hurt after, no doubt.

"No... no, no, no, no, no!" Snotlout cried. He understood now.

As did the rest of the Riders. There were muffled cries and yells coming through their gags. Snotlout looked to Hiccup, utter panic in his eyes, and Hiccup, hating himself, turned his head away. 

A sob clenched him, made his shoulders shake. His body hurt from the torture he’d been put through, but this, no doubt, would hurt worse. 

“ Hiccup! ” Snotlout screamed.

Hiccup couldn’t look at him. He felt like he’d betrayed his friends in not just letting Viggo take him. He’d betrayed Snotlout. He’d hurt all of them.

Viggo was laughing, laughing at their desperate attempts to shout and scream, laughing at Hiccup’s crying and Snotlout’s torment.

Hiccup couldn’t bear to watch. He heard Snotlout sob. 

“ Hiccup… ” 

“Your not-so-fearless leader can’t help you now, Snotlout,” Viggo said. “In fact, he could have prevented this, could have let me take him instead.”

“Y-you’re sick,” Snotlout whimpered. 

Viggo laughed again. 

Hiccup squeezed his eyes shut, tried his absolute best to bring up his hands to cover his ears. Viggo noticed his sluggish movements, nodded to one of the guards.

“Bind him. I want him to hear Snotlout’s undoing.”

Hiccup yelped as he was roughly grabbed by one of the guards. Rope seemed to be readily available, as it wasn’t long before his arms were being yanked behind his back and his wrists lashed together. Then he was dumped back down on the floor of the cell. 

Through his tears, he saw the position Snotlout was in, saw what Viggo was doing to him. He had two fingers inside of him, and his cock was out and dripping. He… he got off to this. He liked their anguish. 

Hiccup nearly vomited around the gag. He groaned, rolled onto his side, closing his eyes, turning his head. He couldn’t watch. He just couldn’t. 

Snotlout was crying. This no doubt hurt, as there really wasn’t lubricant save for saliva, and Hiccup didn’t even know if Viggo was even using that.

He knew when it happened, when Viggo got his cock in him. Snotlout let out a yell, and Viggo grunted. There was more yelling, gasping, breathlessness, and then a pleased sigh from Viggo. 

“Let’s see if a man as small as you can take me without splitting.” Viggo sounded like this was a game. It probably was to him. 

Hiccup hated the sound of the first thrust, of skin slapping together, of Snotlout screaming. 

He wanted to die, wanted to be free of this nightmare. That’s what it was. How could this be real? How could this be happening? One of his best friends was being raped right in front of him. Was he weak for not meeting him in the eye, for not watching? 

Maybe.

But he just couldn’t do it. 

His friends were screaming through their gags, in absolute agony and outrage. Snotlout was gasping and sobbing. Viggo was just grunting as he raped Snotlout. There was no pretty word for what he was doing; this wasn’t pretty. 

Hiccup tried his best to tune out all the noise, but he could still hear everything, could hear Snotlout begging for mercy, for help from anyone.

The guards stood by and watched.

And laughed.

It felt like an eternity, like the ages passed as Hiccup laid there listening to this, laid there crying. 

But eventually a moan left Viggo, and Snotlout’s crying quieted down. He was dumped on the floor like he was nothing but trash, and Viggo sighed, sounding pleased with himself. One of the guards clapped. 

Viggo stepped over to Hiccup, and Hiccup was forced to open his eyes and look at him as he crouched down by him and took him by the chin. With his other hand, he pulled the gag from his mouth.

“So, my dear, are you ready to tell me where the lenses are?”

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Hiccup had thought he’d never see Dragon’s Edge again. He’d thought that, after giving up the lenses, Viggo would surely kill him and the Riders and sell their dragons.

But that’s not what happened. Instead, Viggo had taken them back here. He’d told Hiccup he and his friends would be released.

Hiccup felt no shame for giving up the location of the lenses. Usually he’d feel weak for such a thing, but he wasn’t the only one being tormented here. Had it just been him, he would have been able to hold out, (most likely), but given that his friends had been involved, the truth had come out of him.

After what he’d done to Snotlout, Viggo had had the guards unbind Hiccup and remove their gags. They were once again stuck in their cell, but without Viggo, and the guards had left. Viggo probably didn’t see a point to them being guarded anymore.

Because they were broken now, especially Hiccup and Snotlout. Hiccup’s body was aching so badly from the torture, from the needles that had been put in his stump. His prosthetic had been returned to him, but he couldn’t even put it on. 

It took a few hours to get back to Dragon’s Edge. Apparently they hadn’t been sailing very far from it. In that time, the Riders, (save for Hiccup - which he was ashamed of), tried to talk to Snotlout, tried to comfort him. They were slowly gaining their movement back, and recollecting themselves after the drugging.

Snotlout didn’t say a word. He’d fixed his pants himself, and was now sitting in a corner, knees pulled up to his chest, not looking at anyone. 

Hiccup could understand that. He didn’t want to tell anyone about what had happened between himself and Viggo: the torture and then the almost-seduction. Well, not really seduction. More like coercion. 

Hiccup had never felt more shame and guilt in his life. Snotlout had been hurt because of him, because he hadn’t just let Viggo take him. He was weak. He was a bad leader. 

But now they were back on Dragon’s Edge, their dragons being pulled out in cages. Hiccup had to be carried off the ship by Fishlegs, and Snotlout was limping heavily. They had to lead Viggo to where they’d hidden the lenses. Hiccup wasn’t up for the trip - especially on foot - and he doubted that his friends were either, but Viggo had promised that he would leave them alone here once he had the lenses. 

They were in the cave that Snotlout and Tuffnut had discovered a few months back. The place hadn’t been used since the Dragon Hunters had trashed it. They’d hidden them there, because who would think to check the same place twice when the first check had been fruitless?

Astrid was the one to hand the bag to Viggo. She looked utterly exhausted, pale, dark circles under her eyes. Her lips were dry and she kept licking them. 

Viggo looked in the bag, wanting to make sure he was being handed the correct thing. He smiled, closing it and putting it on his shoulder.

“Thank you, Astrid, for your cooperation,” Viggo told her, sounding cheery. Hiccup hated it, hated his silky voice. This man deserved to die for what he’d done to Snotlout, and yet here he was, winning at the very end.

Astrid all but snarled at Viggo, a glare reaching her eyes. Hiccup was still held by Fishlegs, which he found embarrassing. He wanted to be able to stand on his own, but even the thought of putting on his prosthetic hurt.

“And you’ll leave us be?” Hiccup asked. “And free our dragons?”

“Yes, my dear.” Hiccup cringed at the pet name. “I will stay true to my word.”

Snotlout looked like he wanted to say something, but remained absolutely silent. He’d been silent since his rape, and it worried Hiccup terribly. He knew from Silent Sven that traumatic events could make some people go mute. That man had gained his voice back eventually, but would Snotlout?

The Hunters escorted the Dragon Riders back to the beaches.  Ruffnut silently offered an arm to Snotlout, and he leaned on her as they walked back. Hiccup didn’t want to notice it, but he saw blood on the back of Snotlout’s pants. He couldn’t imagine what kind of pain he was in right now. 

Once on the beaches, their dragons were set free, and Rider quickly united with dragon. Hiccup was set down on his one leg, now leaning on Toothless, hugging him hard. He wanted to cry again, wanted all this to have not happened.

Viggo approached Hiccup, and Toothless growled loudly at him. He could most likely smell Hiccup’s blood, and knew it was Viggo who had done the hurting. 

“Go,” Hiccup said, turning to look at him, pointing towards his ship. “Y-you have the lenses. Now leave.” His voice wasn’t as firm as he’d wanted it to be. 

“Just one more thing.” Viggo smiled at him, stepped up close into his personal space. Hiccup would have backed up if he could have. He kept his hands on Toothless.

Viggo took him by the chin, then leaned his head down and kissed him. Hiccup could do nothing about it, and Toothless’ growling just grew louder. Hiccup knew that, had it just been Toothless and Viggo, Viggo would have had an arm bitten off by now. Hiccup wanted that, but he also didn’t want to cause unnessecary violence. So he kept his hands on Toothless and kept him under control. 

He trembled as Viggo kissed him. What was he expecting from him? Did he want him to kiss back?

Either way, the kiss was horrible, and lasted much too long. But finally, Viggo did pull away, and he stroked Hiccup’s chin with his thumb.

“Until next time, my dear Hiccup.” He said it quietly, and Hiccup doubted anyone else but Toothless heard. 

Viggo released him, and then was heading back to his ship, his men following him. Hiccup was relieved by that. He was leaving. They could recover in relative peace now. 

They walked to the clubhouse from there. It was a longer route, but they knew Snotlout and Hiccup wouldn’t be able to fly. Hiccup sat on Toothless however, not wanting Fishlegs to have to carry him the whole way, especially when now he was practically carrying Snotlout.

Hiccup sat down at the table, put his head in his hands. Everything hurt: his body, his heart, his soul. He was exhausted, thirsty, hungry. He wanted to go to sleep and quite possibly never wake up again. 

Astrid and Tuffnut started cooking without being asked. Snotlout was sitting on the bench beside Hiccup, fiddling with a splinter on the table. 

“How-how are you doing?” Hiccup asked of Snotlout. His voice sounded so loud in the silence. 

Snotlout just shook his head, not looking at him. Hiccup sighed heavily. 

“I’m sorry.” 

Now Snotlout did look at him. He looked at him aghast.

“That… that wasn’t your fault.” His voice sounded hoarse, broken. “ None of it was your fault.”

Hiccup was almost relieved to hear that. He had been so afraid that Snotlout would be angry with him, that the rest of the Riders would be too. And to hear Snotlout speak was better than what he’d expected from him. Hiccup would have understood had Snotlout gone nonverbal for the rest of his life. 

“Hiccup, you can’t put this blame on yourself,” Ruffnut said, shaking her head. All the Riders looked like they’d been to Niflheim and back. “The only blame is Viggo’s.” 

Hiccup licked his dry lips. He wanted to get his own water, but would have to ask someone else. His prosthetic was tucked away in Toothless’ saddlebag, and he didn’t exactly know when he’d be able to walk again. 

He wanted to say that it was still his fault, that he’d been the one to lead them into that situation, that he’d been the one to get them all drugged because he hadn’t given up the location sooner. 

He doubted he’d be ever to taste nutmeg again without being sick. He hadn’t known it could work like that in high doses. 

He said nothing.

The Riders ate together once dinner was ready. They did it slowly despite how starved they all were. Hiccup couldn’t feel his hunger anymore. Everything had been overridden by his concern for Snotlout. 

He watched him out of the corner of his eye as he ate. Snotlout picked around on his plate, but didn’t eat much. That wasn’t good, wasn’t right for him.

Snotlout was the first to get up from the table. 

“Where are you going?” Fishlegs asked.

“To bed,” Snotlout answered. “With Hookfang.” 

“Do you need help getting there?” Tuffnut inquired. It was obvious how much Snotlout’s legs were shaking.

“No.” 

He left the clubhouse, and Hiccup let him. He was worried, but maybe Snotlout really did need to be alone with just his dragon. Hiccup felt that way too. He’d gone through this with his friends, and yet, had never felt more lonely in his life.

Hiccup tried to help clean up from dinner, but Fishlegs sent him to bed, saying he would come and check on his injuries once they were done. Hiccup couldn’t argue with him. 

Mounting Toothless, shouldering defeat, Hicup left the clubhouse.