Berk's BIG Problem

The Kingdom of Trolls and Mysterious Creatures

WARNING!

This chapter is going to be HUGE!!!
Hope ye enjoy!!!
Also, I've changed the ending of the last chapter so that it fits with the concept of this chapter.
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Hiccup's POV

I let out a soft moan as I slowly awoke from the darkness.

Glimmers of white pierce my sight. It lasts a few seconds before a mix of colours invade the white, allowing pure life to awaken.

My eyes gradually flutter open as the sound of birds tweeting sweetly echoes in my ears, including the crunch of leaves beside me.

Wait, leaves?!

With my eyes fully open, I quickly realise I was in for a surprise. Instead of facing a wooden beam pole above my bed, I was met with the soft blue of the sky and the fluffy clouds that hover vastly high.

Instead of being surrounded by the oak walls of my hut, a line of trees on either side of me tower above majestically and proudly - each one challenging who's treetop with reach further into the clear sky.

I wasn't in my bedroom...

I WAS IN THE FREAKING FOREST!

The CRUNCH of the dead leaves made me turn my head. I soon realise I wasn't alone...

A group of hooded figures, tall and thin; skinny and short were walking on either side of me. I was directly intimidated by their presence, so much that I jump in fright.

But the sound of metal clinking made me look down. My eyes widen as I acknowledge the fact that I was chained to a wooden board! The cool metal pressed into my skin and whenever I try to move, they just press further in more. Given by the amount, I knew I was secured to no escape. Four muscular figures held me up on the wooden board by ropes.

I tried to hustle out of the chains but an abrupt voice made me pause. "If I were you, I would stay quiet and stop with the pathetic escape."

Just as I was about to comment, a small, lean figure leans towards my ear and rashly whispers, "in other words, accept your fate." Despite not seeing any face, a line of drool slithered its way onto my cheek and I grimaced in disgust.

"Have I given you permission to speak to our prisoner?!" Snaps the voice, as I switch glances from the skinny figure to the one in front.

I saw the hood slightly turn as if the figure hidden inside stare at the one beside me. I realise the voice came from them. I heard a gurgling grumble and the skinny figure's shadow cascade off me as they lean away with a clear reply, "no sir. Sorry sir."

The hood turns away and I took this cue to talk. "Hey, excuse me! What are you doing with me? Where are you taking me?" I manage to grasp their attention as the hood turns once again but I saw no face, just a hollow hole.

"Didn't I tell you it'll be best if you didn't talk?" They question harshly; I could sense a drip of annoyance. But being my stupid self, I push on.

"Yes, you did. However, in this world I do have the right to speak freely." I heard the figure let out a sarcastic huff before it spoke. "Well, in my world, you don't! So if you want us to go on easy terms, I suggest you stay quiet."

"Okay, but specifically why should I keep quiet?"

"Because you're a prisoner," replied the figure harshly, "and prisoners in my world don't have the right to speak. Now, stay quiet!"

"Or what?" I was instantly silenced as the figure swiftly pulled out a long, razor-sharp sword to my throat. The pointy tip touches my throat and the silver blade gleams in the sunlight, making it appear more menacing. I could feel myself pale and a slight sweat graze over my forehead as I stare into two gold eyes that gleamed with anger.