HTTYD FanFiction: Stryke Out What-If
Title: Stryke Out What-if
Requested by: Guest
Summary: What if the gang had arrived a little too late to save Hiccup and Toothless..? (Lots of Hiccup!whump and Hiccstrid)
Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Friendship
Rating: T for injury
Time-Line: Race to the Edge season 3
Hiccup tugged harder on the medal lock around the Razorwhip’s tail, but the thing was stuck tight. At the sound of clanging, something like medal against medal, Hiccup glanced up towards the door, worried that someone was returning.
A guard’s face appeared at the little window of the door, making Hiccup stand up a bit straighter, prepared to fight off the man if the need came. There was a clank and another creak before the door swung open, revealing a heavyset man dressed in Dragon skins.
“Come on.” The guard grumbled, stepping forward and unlocking Hiccup’s ankle with a click. “The boss apparently wants to see ya’.”
Hiccup’s arms were twisted behind his back where they were tied tight with a thick rope. He tugged a bit, struggling angrily against the burly man that had a tight grip on his arms.
He was shoved out the cell, the medal door slamming shut and keeping him from seeing the dragons, as well as the dragon fight that Toothless was now battling. He struggled some more, gritting his teeth with the effort to fight such a larger man then himself.
“Stop yer struggling!” The guard twisted Hiccup’s arm a bit more, making him whine in pain. He relented, and let himself be led through the stone dungeon hallways, keeping his gaze ahead so he didn’t have to look at the dragons chained in each cell.
“Who wants me? Viggo?” Hiccup finally asked, noticing how they were getting closer to the exit.
The man grunted. “More like a Penny Pincher. You and that Night Fury got me a lot of money, and he wants you for himself.”
Hiccup remained silent, his mind turning as he tried to figure out what was happening. So did that mean they’d take Toothless out of the fight? He dearly hoped so. If he and Toothless were put together… maybe they’d have a chance of escaping.
“Hurry.” The man pushed Hiccup forward and out the door into the dimming sunlight. Hiccup blinked to readjust to the surprising brightness of the sun setting sky, only then realizing how long it had been since he’d actually seen out and out daylight.
“Move on! Ryker will have my head if we don’t get there soon.” The man grumbled again, for the hundredth time giving Hiccup a shove that nearly sent him to his knees. With his hands tied, it was difficult to catch his balance, especially with a prosthetic leg and the rocky earth.
“Ryker, huh?” Hiccup muttered. Big surprise.
“Hiccup, good to see ya.” Came the Grimborn’s deep voice, and Hiccup looked up slowly to pear at the man through his bangs. He glanced away with a scowl, tugging a bit more against the ropes that bound him. Toothless was nowhere to be seen, and that had him worried. If Ryker had already taken Toothless away…
“Place him in my ship.” Ryker ordered with a nod towards the bay. “Have your men get the Night Fury.”
Before Hiccup could say, do, or think anything, the Hunter had already shoved him away and towards the dock. The entire time Hiccup’s mind was turning in any idea to escape. Thor, if only the others would show up soon…
Hiccup was led to a large battle ship that was anchored in the bay, and it was clearly a hunter ship. Large spikes and medal armor was layered over it, along with a few Dragon Proof cages scattered across the deck.
Nobody said a word to him, so Hiccup chose to be silent. He was too busy thinking anyways, taking in everything and analyzing every detail. Looking for any flaw or weakness. Any means of escape.
Some curious and confused eyes followed him, making Hiccup feel slightly awkward. Thankfully though, he was being led to the hull of the ship where a trap door lay, where he’d be able to escape curious gazes, although escape captivity? Definitely not.
The man pushed Hiccup down the steep steps, forcing him to land on his knees at the bottom. Hiccup winced and struggled to his feet, leaning against the wall for support.
The man continued walking, grabbing Hiccup by the arm on the way. “Take my money.” He grumbled. “Wants the dragon he gets the dragon! Grr and they were making me such a pretty penny too.”
Hiccup stumbled again, the man letting out an angry bark before jerking him to his feet. “Keep up! Would ya?”
“Well, untying my hands would definitely help the one-legged Viking keep his balance.” Hiccup murmured sarcastically.
Hiccup shrugged, but was jerked again before getting tossed into a small cell, the medal door sliding shut behind him, followed by the click of the lock.
More grumbling was heard from outside as the man walked away, and soon, Hiccup was left in darkness.
But since when did something like that stop him from plotting escape?
He stood up and fumbled about, but since his arms were still tied it made it a bit difficult. He followed the wall to the door, then turned so his back was facing it before letting his hands trail over the lock, looking for a way to unlock it from the inside.
His hands grazed over something sharp, and he let out a shout of surprise when he felt it slice into his hand. He pulled away from the door, hissing as the sharp pain stung his palm.
“Darn it.” He whispered, looking up at the thing stream of light escaping in through the crack in the door. “So much for that.” He slumped onto the floor, feeling how it was rocking back and forth.
Wasn’t even five minutes later when the ship gave a jerk, sending Hiccup sliding over to the opposite wall.
“Toothless!?” Hiccup called out, hoping his dragon had been placed on the same ship. Although he highly doubted it, he would’ve known if Toothless was nearby. If he was, there would’ve been a lot more racked over the past few minutes.
Hiccup leaned against the wall, his cupped hand filling with the blood from his wound. He sighed and tried to find a comfortable position, although with his hands tied it seemed like a fruitless cause.
It really was only a few moments later when Hiccup’s door swung open, revealing another Hunter in the doorway.
He didn’t say anything as he grabbed Hiccup by the arm and pushed him out the door and down the hall. At the end was another door, which Hiccup reasoned was where he was heading.
The Hunter opened the door before pulling Hiccup inside, then leaving without another word, locking the door behind him.
“Hiccup.” Hiccup turned towards the voice, noticing warily how it just so happened to be Ryker. “Now, let’s get down to business.”
Hiccup again didn’t say a word, which obviously surprised the large man, one of his eyebrows quirking questioning.
“No sarcasm? Good… maybe you’re learning.”
Hiccup smiled and rolled his eyes, “Maybe I don’t need to say anything.”
Ryker glared before motioning towards the chair before the desk. Hiccup eyes it, then looked back at Ryker, but made no move to do as was silently told. Ryker growled then stepped forward and shoved Hiccup into it.
“Now. Viggo wants you alive.” He spat out the last word, as though it was distasteful in his mouth. “But he did say I could persuade you a bit.”
Hiccup glared, his eyes following Ryker’s movements as the man walked around the table.
His heart fluttered when Ryker paused by the table, drawing out a knife that he tossed lightly in his hand. “And I was very happy to hear his consent.” Ryker drawled slowly.
He leaned forward, his eyes cold, dark, and utterly terrifying.
The knife grew closer.