Torn [Hiccup x Reader x Jack]

Chapter 3

Once the dragon's mouth was free, it nuzzled you with its head and ran contented circles around you. You giggled, because a few hours ago the mere thought of having a Skrill be kind to you was out of your world. Running a hand over its snout, you looked up at the roof of the dragon trap, trying to see a way to get out. The dome was solid iron, inescapable when the dragon inside was chained up, but now... You smiled mischievously, already warming to the idea.

"Hey," you said. "Do you think you could blast us out of here?" The Skrill snorted as if your question was ridiculous, its tail swooping around you for protection as it raised its head to the ceiling and shot a bolt of lightning, electricity crackling up and down its wings. You ducked your head, covering your ears as the deafening boom echoed throughout the small space. The blast shook the floor of the trap, and black spots danced across your vision, remnants from the blinding light that had come from the dragon. You glared pointedly at the Skrill. "A little warning might be nice next time, don't you think?" It tossed its head flippantly. You couldn't help but grin. This was your kind of dragon.

Shouts rang out from your captors. You could practically feel the boots thundering on the ground, the weapons being readied for whatever shot out of the broken trap. You turned to the dragon, (e/c) eyes searching. "Okay," you said slowly. "Now what?" Quick as lightning (no pun intended) the Skrill snatched you up by the back of your shirt, tossed you up onto the place between its crown of spines and its wings, and took off without warning. You lurched forward instinctively, scrabbling for a place to hold on and cutting your fingers on the sharp spikes on the dragon's neck. It huffed at you as if to say do I have to do everything? and hunched its back as it flew, creating a dip in between its head and the rest of its body that held you more securely than before. In the few moments of clarity between freaking out about how high you were and trying to find a place to hold onto, you wrapped your arms around the dragon's neck, put your feet behind you so that you were lying down, and braced your legs against some of the rigid tail spines. You tucked your head behind the crown of spikes, breathed a sigh of relief, then clamped down on a scream as you and the dragon went spiraling out of control, tangled in a net weighted with stones.

The Skrill shrieked in surprise and flailed around so that you were on its stomach and it cradled you with its wings. You were touched that it went to such lengths to preserve your life, but you didn't get to respond before it crashed on the ground, tumbling and screeching as it landed roughly.

The fall jarred you for a second and you were disoriented, looking around, but quickly came back to yourself. You drew your knife and started sawing through the thickly twisted rope, but a spear pointed in your face stopped you cold.

"Drop. The knife." A voice as smooth as a mirror came from the man holding the spear. You scowled and held tighter, turning your knuckles white. The man laughed without humor, saying, "Dear, you are not in a position to be stubborn." He thrust the spear closer to your face, stopping inches away. You reluctantly dropped the knife. The Skrill whined.

You studied the man's face without emotions, blowing a strand of hair out of your eyes. He had jet black hair that waved its way down to his shoulders and sky blue eyes tinged with grey. He had the shadow of a beard, just stubble, really, and a confident smirk that played across his lips. A thin, white scar dragged down his face from the top of his ear to the corner of his mouth. He was handsome, in a rugged way. Your eyes turned thoughtful for a split second, and he noticed, the crooked smirk spreading across his weather-beaten face. You blinked, then remembered that he was holding a spear to your throat and he had threatened your life and an innocent dragon. He was probably going to kill you now. Your glare turned murderous again.

He laughed -- a short, wolfish bark of a laugh that either made your heart beat faster or made your insides turn uncomfortably, you couldn't tell -- and withdrew the spear. "I like this one. Take the dragon away, but keep her," he called to the wall of men behind him. Five or six of them stepped forward cautiously, approaching the Skrill with weapons raised. He turned back to you, a bit of evil in his smirk now, and took your chin in his hand, forcibly turning your head from side to side in an inspection that caused your fury to bubble under your skin. "I like mine fiery," he whispered in a way that made your skin crawl and made you regret whatever you were thinking a few moments earlier.

You were debating spitting in his eye when the sky exploded.

<3 Moony