Hidden Fury (Astrid x Male!Reader)

[44] A Prisoner of War

*Second Person's POV*

        You felt tired.

        You've been slipping in and out of sleep since your capture. Your muscles stiff and sore from being stuck in one uncomfortable position for what you assume to be hours. The only reprieve you get is the breaks they take letting their dragons rest from a long flight. When you are moved and set against Halvar's dragon in a different position.

        Caroline has tried to talk to you, but you wouldn't listen. You would block out any words she would say. Only allowing her to feed you when you couldn't ignore your gnawing stomach anymore.

        You have no clue how many days it has been. You sleep so sporadically trying to pass the time that you've lost track of time altogether. You don't know if that made things worse or not. All you know is that you are tired. Both physically, and emotionally.

        It's during one of your zoning out phases between naps that you realize there is more on the horizon then just wide open oceans. There's a land mass coming up from the ocean. It's hard to see from this far away.

        You shift uncomfortably, as you have been the past hour. Finding yourself more uncomfortable than usual. Which is why you had woken up from sleeping. It's then you notice how uncomfortably warm the air feels. You actually can't remember when heat was an actual problem for you. You're so used to colder temperatures that the sensation of becoming too hot when outside is a strange thought.

        You decide you hate this feeling right then and there.

        A hand pats your back through the ropes, nearly startling you. "Welcome Luzarian, to my home of Windswept Isle." Halvar said.

        You turn your sore neck to look. First impression, it's big. Maybe the size of Berk or less. Second observation, it's incredibly dry and dusty. There's maybe some greenery along the edges, but that's it. On this light tan rocky outcrop of an island, there's no trees. They have a single large mountain here with an open top.

        Halvar leads the way down towards a village crafted on a plateau of the Island. Their buildings are vastly different from Berk's. They are made of beige stonework and take on more angular designs than Berk's favor of arches. Most of them aren't tall, but long and rectangular with sun bleached wood roofing. The only big buildings surround a well at the center of the village.

        Halvar lands beside this well, and you do your best to look around. You hear Zandra growling and you manage to see about four dragon riders lower her in the gigantic net she's tangled up in. Setting her on the ground, she struggles with the net with renewed vigor, but the four dragons keep the net taught and pinning her down.

        You feel yourself be picked up and set down in a sitting position on the Sand Wraith you've been riding. Halvar smirks at you, and you simply glare at him. You notice Tawni and Caroline nearby among the six other Agirifa riders that had traveled to Berk. She looks at you, and you avert your gaze.

        People are coming out of their homes now, dressed in similar attire to the riders that captured you. Some even have hoods thrown over their heads with their loose clothing. Children peek out from doorways, eyes wide in curiosity as parents keep them close.

        Sand Wraiths and Devilish Dervish step out from around the sides and on tops of buildings. While most of the Sand Wraiths are of different colorations of brown, there are a few that are light green, red, and even blue. The Devilish Dervish come in mostly blacks and greys, but they also can be navy blues, dark reds, and bright yellows.

        "My fellow Agirifa," Halvar's voice booms. He places his hands on your shoulders, "I bring back the Luzarian heir! The mission was a success!"