Opposition (A Httyd Fanfiction)

Chapter 14: Haunted

(Normal pov— Kingdom of Deheubarth, Wales)

Kristoff and his band of spies had arrived at the Welsh kingdoms which were now completely under Viking control, but they were able to get good vantage points to spy on the enemy. The Vikings were getting bolder and sacking smaller villages beyond Wales, seeking supplies to further strengthen their army. Just outside the massive fortress of Deheubarth, Kristoff and his fellow spies were on top of a ledge surrounded by forests that were covered in snow, but none the less hid their presence from the Vikings.

"Lord have mercy," one of the spies murmured at the sight of such an army, "there must be tens of thousands of them."

Kristoff took out a telescope and looked around to see anything interesting, as he was looking around the camp, he noticed a figure that was dirty, bloodied, and beaten up while strung up on a wooden cross. Narrowing his line of sight on this battered figure, Kristoff felt sick to his stomach as he realized that this figure was their king. "Oh no," the muscular man murmured to himself, "look down to that cross, they're torturing our king." The other spies took out their own telescopes and gasped to themselves at just how... broken Hiccup looked while not looking mangled, but slightly blue from the exposure to the cold.

"We have to help him," one of the spies growled out, "those savages will pay dearly for this!"

"We can't help our king if we're dead," another spy stated, "King Haddock is guarded by Viking bodyguards by the look and there are thousands of warriors who'll tear us to pieces if we head down there."

"As much as if pains me to admit it, we can't help him," Kristoff said with a pained tone, "our orders were to asses the enemy's movement and how many warriors they have at their disposal." With a heavy sigh, Kristoff continued to look around the Vikings encampment and laid eyes on people who didn't look like Vikings, they were moving supplies with the Dehubarth fortress as well as hauling cages of muzzled dragons, it didn't take long for Kristoff to figure out who those people were. "Well well, it looks like the Vikings have Dragon Hunters on their side," Kristoff said with a groan, " he then continued, "Lady Valka told us about Dragon Hunters and Trappers, they're not to be underestimated."

"Noted," one of the spies said, "they not only wish to destroy our kingdoms but wish to take our dragons as well! If they amass a dragon army..."

"Combined with their own numbers, they'd be unstopable," Kristoff said, "alright, we have what we came for. Let's return to Arendelle and inform Queen Anna and Lady Valka of our discovery." The spies nodded and returned to their horses, as Kristoff placed his telescope in a pouch strapped to the small of his back, he looked back down to where Hiccup was strung up.

"Stay strong my king," he murmured, "hold out for just a little longer. We need you to help us win this war." With that said, Kristoff mounted his own horse and nodded at his fellow spies, they rode like the wind and were mindful to evade detection.

(Hiccup's pov)

Pain.

I was very intimate with it, but the weeks here have been torturous beyond belief.

The first few days I was beaten to within mere inches of my life, but was treated by the Vikings healers just to be beaten down again and again. As the days turned into weeks, I was deprived of food and water, which weakened me severely, but I was give loaves of bread and cups of water so that I won't die just yet. Being beaten and deprived of food and water were all familiar to me back when I was still living in Berk as a boy, but what was realing killing me was being cursed by a seer. My bones felt like they'd snap, blood boiling underneath my skin, vomiting on occasion, and... seeing ghosts from my past.