Splitter- English Version

11. Good night, Hiccup

Hiccup squinted into the sunlight, which tickled his nose. He heard familiar sounds in the distance. Dragon roars reached his ears. He smiled, still a little numb. An image of toothless loving eyes flashed through his eyes. He wanted to reach for his tender, damp muzzle, to pat him, to tell him how much he meant to him. Alertness set in when he realized that he could move neither his legs nor his arms. Panic rose in him. His head ached relentlessly. He was thirsty and felt miserable. And then he saw Viggo. Just looked at him and saw him staring calmly in his direction. He paused. A chuckle escaped from Hiccup's throat. He laughed. That couldn't be true. Was he completely losing it now? He grinned mischievously at Viggo and withstood his disapproving gaze. Viggo turned his motionless face into a questioning grimace. "I know what you want, Viggo. I know why you're playing this perfidious game." Hiccup laughed. "I won't tell you, and it'll kill you. It will torture you. Even more than you could torture me." His laughter turned into a hysterical croak. His tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth. He coughed. "Do you hear me Viggo? You will never have as much power over me as I have and always will have over you. I will destroy you, Viggo!" Viggo furrowed his brows, opening his mouth to say something as he stepped towards him and kicked him hard in his exposed stomach. Hiccup groaned and writhed in pain. Viggo yanked his head up by the hair so he had no choice but to look directly at him. His grin died and formed into a rattling grimace. "I don't know how you feel about it, Hiccup," he said calmly. "But right now it seems like I'm the one in the position of power here." he hissed, turning his chin slowly back and forth. Viggo watched his curved lips greedily. His fingernails dug roughly into Hiccup's skin. Hiccup wanted to spit at him, but didn't have the liquid to form a ball of the sticky secretion, so only a gasping sound left his mouth. Viggo's grip tightened. He pushed him back roughly and took a step away. "You've got no balls, Viggo." Hiccup sneered. Viggo turned and gripped his slender neck. Casually, and with an angry gleam in his eye, he remarked, "If I wanted to, my dear Hiccup, I could strangle you to death right now." He literally spat out the words and, like a keyword, Viggo squeezed. Hiccup gasped and pulled and tugged at his restraints. Naked panic reflected in his eyes and Viggo watched him with satisfaction as Hiccup suffered in agony. 

 After a few endless seconds, Viggo let go of him. Hiccup slumped down and greedily sucked the clammy, dusty air into his lungs. "That was very unwise. You shouldn't play with my patience like that. I thought you were something special, when you're just another foolish child." Hiccup struggled to catch his breath and coughed. His body shook with exertion. "What's to stop me from just not killing you?" Viggo laughed bitterly. Hiccup remained silent. The brief silence was broken only by Hiccup's heavy breaths. "Very wise, my boy." Viggo said with satisfaction. He wanted to look Hiccup in the eye again. He wanted to savor his humiliation to the fullest, but Hiccup stared incessantly at the ground. "Look at me when I'm talking to you," Viggo growled. Hiccup did not respond. Viggo strode towards him and was now standing just inches away from Hiccup. "I said look at me when I'm talking to you!" growled Viggo, grabbing him by the chin and jerking his head upwards roughly. He saw the cold, strong stare give way to a frightened flinch. It inspired him to be completely superior to Hiccup. An electrifying tug left his abdomen and gave him pleasant shivers that slowly trickled down his spine. He smirked smugly and said almost affectionately, "Good night, Hiccup." He let go of his chin and watched his head slump powerlessly. His knees cracked as he stood up, putting his coat around his shoulders, put the hood up and pushed the dragon skin curtain aside.