Sparks Fly ~Jack Frost X Reader X Hiccup~

Chapter 26

A loud cry of pain escaped your lips as Baron stuck the knife into your side. Tears swarmed in your eyes, but you refused to let them stream down and give him the satisfaction of seeing you cry.

"Aw, are you about to cry?" his voice spoke in mock politeness. "Is it too much for you to take?"

You bit down hard on your bottom lip to prevent yourself from future screams; the tears in your eyes increased as you begin to taste the metallic of your blood in your mouth.

"Well, I can stop it, you can stop it," Baron whispered as though he was telling a secret, a dangerous and deadly secret. "All you have to do, is tell me where Hiccup and his dragon are."

"I already told you! I don't know!" you spat through clenched teeth.

"You're lying!" his volume rose, and he stuck the knife further into you.

You let out another pained shout, and this time, you couldn't hold it in any longer, the tears that filled your eyes streamed down like a waterfall.
Your vision was blurred from the excessive tears, but you knew that you saw a ghost of a grin crossed Baron's face when you cried.

"Lying won't get you anywhere, sweetheart," he said, then a smirk appeared on his face. "Well, except dead."

The blood that flood from the cut on your lip made its way into your mouth, mixing with the excess saliva and you quickly turned down and spit it out, the disgusting mixture fell directly on Baron's shoes. He groaned in anger as he looked down.

"You stupid, little bitch!" he shouted and finally pulled the knife out of your side, but he wasn't planning to leave you without another punishment for ruining his waxed shoes. He raised his hand and gave you a thorough slap across the face, causing a harsh red mark to appear.

You blinked away the tears and opened you mouth to speak, but he had already left the room, but it's not until you glanced to the floor had you seen that he'd forgotten something... his knife.

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It has been a few minutes since he'd been gone, you'd already bent down and grabbed the bloody knife, your blood... You grimaced at the amount of it, you began to feel a bit light-headed, but you pushed the thought of fainting aside, there's no time for this.

Your eyes darted around the room, avoiding the door as you know that Baron would've locked it before he went out. He's not stupid, but leaving the knife here was one of the most stupidest thing a kidnapper could ever do.

Then an idea popped into your mind, maybe you could hide the knife behind your back until he comes in, and when he gets close enough to you, cut him and push him aside then make a run for it!

You thought through your plan, repeating every single detail of it and how it would go if anything stopped your way, thinking up of every possible scenario...

Just then, the door creaked, making you jerk you head toward its direction to see the dirty blonde boy entering with a white box in his hand. You squinted your eyes, trying to see what it was, but alas, there were no words on it, nor did it have anything to inform you about what it could be.

"Hey." Baron said, his voice gentler now, and so was his expression. But you'd know better than to fall for that.

He slowly strolled over to you and bent down when he reached you, so he was the same eye level as you. You kept silent, and completely still, you didn't move and hardly even blinked. But you were sweating a lot though, quietly hoping that he wouldn't notice. The knife was in your right hand, gripping as tightly as possible and hidden under the blanket.

You saw his gaze was on your injured side, the side where he stabbed you. He sighed before lifting his pure green eyes to meet yours. "That's going to leave a really bad scar," he mumbled, the softness in his eyes almost made you believe that he was being sincere for a moment... Almost. "You shouldn't have lied, sweetheart."

I didn't, you wanted to yell in his face, but you resisted against the action.

When you didn't speak, he tore his gaze away from you and allowed his hands to reach for the white box, opening it. Once it was, the smell of medicine filled your senses and you couldn't help but wrinkle your nose. It was a first-aid-kit... Wait, so, is he trying to help you...?

But the part where he bandages your wounds wasn't in your plan, so you weren't going to stop until he's done patching you up to scratch him and flee. If that's even what he's going to do, he could be trying you drug you or something like that...?

Your eyes stayed wide opened when you felt his hand brush through your hair, tugging the longer strands that caused a distraction to my vision behind my ear. "You shouldn't hide your face, sweetheart." He murmured which left you completely baffled. Wait, one moment he's trying to kill me and the other, he's complimenting me...?

You didn't reply, now's your chance, you thought to yourself and your grip on the knife tightened, reading to raise it up and- But something stopped you, your grasp on the sharp weapon loosened and your body had gone frozen.

You sat there, eyes wide in shock... as he kissed you.