After defeated Drago Bludvist, Hiccup became the chief of Berk. It's now time for Hiccup and Astrid to think about their future. But as everything was going well, something happened that was going to change their lives forever...
As you know, @whosthatgal is translating my fic and she just finished this chapter! (I love it so much in english <3)
I know it's been a long time but this chapter is serioulsy one of my favourite!
I don't know if you've scene this comic @leffie-draws-fanart did for me a while ago?
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This scene is from this chapter in a flashback! So hope you'll like it! Tell me what think in your comments, that's very important to me! We're approaching the end... Only three more chapters to come!
Enjoy your reading!
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I could still hear Drago's sinister laughter echoing throughout the castle as his men led me to my new cell. The dungeon was hidden deep in the fortress, and we walked down long, straight hallways that were dark and infested with all manner of rats and insects. The men marched quickly, and their pace was hard on my metal leg; it hurt, and I fell several times, having to pick myself up again while they looked on in amusement, sometimes tripping me again.
"Come on, move it," "What are you waiting for? Get up!" they said to me.
Once I saw through their little game, I realized it that these words and actions were only the beginning of what was waiting for me. We finally arrived at the prison; they pushed me inside, ordering me to take off all my clothes except my pants. I complied wordlessly, and more men came to pick up my discarded clothing. Still others entered the cell, approaching me with long metal chains.
"Wait...what are you doing?" I asked.
"You're our prisoner," one of the men declared. "We can do whatever we want to you."
Two men seized me by the wrists and fastened them into shackles, which they suspended from the walls by a hook. They finished by shackling my feet together. I found myself with my arms stretched tight, my feet barely touching the floor and my body tensed, at the mercy of my captors. I lifted my head with difficulty to face them; there were six total, and I was alone.
One of them approached me, smiling viciously, and slapped me—three times—before stepping back.
"That'll teach you not to disrespect the Master, filthy vermin! This isn't your turf—Drago is in charge here! And nobody resists the Master here!" he shouted, addressing me with a fresh blow to the head.
Then he turned back toward the group, beckoning them closer.
"I think we're going to have a great time with this one, boys," he said.
He turned back towards me, closing in this time with a baton in his hand.
"So, Chief of Berk..." he asked, "How's it feel to find yourself here with us? Are you scared?"
